#ngl I weeped a little

[mad-hunts]

humor was one thing that barton had been trying to implement more into his life as a coping mechanism. it was kind of like that saying, after all: 'if you don't laugh, you'll cry.' in addition, although barton himself didn't as a rule feel guilty about a lot of things he had done over the years... should the quite thorough banging he had inflicted on his own head only make him feel immensely tired, but not enough to allow him to sleep? barton imagined that he would probably be haunted by what he'd done to marty today in his own way. but they weren't even to the entrance of the warehouse yet so he supposed he shouldn't be worrying about that right now.

especially since a new and frankly much more important problem had soon reared its head to matilda. and this was shortly after barton got out of the car rather ungracefully while hanging onto the door to balance himself. she was just trying to be nice by offering jervis a hand. but he supposed even the kindest person would break at some point under all of the pressure that both of the mathises had been putting the other under. however, that didn't change the fact that the instant barton saw one of jervis's hatpins, he didn't even think before acting to try to defend his daughter. whatever strength the man had left was used to pull the knife out of his boot and proceed forward before saying, ❝ you son of a bitch. get your filthy hands off of my daughter, or i'll — ❞

matilda seemed to shut her father down with just one look, however, strangely enough. she had seemingly communicated to him even through her fear that she could handle this on her own. an inkling that jervis wouldn't make do on his threat was now lingering in the back of matilda's mind, so she shouldn't be afraid of jervis. but like a lot of people: death was not the kind of thing that she wanted to welcome with open arms. a bit of anger had began to mix in with the fear, actually, at this point because this man suddenly had the gall to think he could stand up to her; like a mouse challenging a snake. matilda listened to the other's words, but not because she wanted to.

ahh, so this was about how she grabbed jervis back there in the restaurant, huh? furrowing her brows was what she did next as she was still genuinely feeling fear. then, something changed the moment matilda saw jervis was rolling that pin between his fingers like he wasn't sure he could do it. which meant that that gut feeling she had about him might just turn out to be right. how boring. matilda remembered a concept barton taught her a long time ago, and that was to not aim a weapon at someone unless you are fully prepared to kill them. but jervis's heart seemed to be too soft to deliver the killing blow. slowly but surely, the fear in her eyes began to fade, replaced by a stoicism that was very hard to read.

but barton thought he could at least somewhat understand it from where he stood. she was disappointed, perhaps, that jervis didn't appear to be following through on his threat. he still stood at the ready just in case the other did attempt to do something to his beloved daughter. their relationship really did have tons of twists and turns to it, he thought, for moments like these were when barton felt like he'd been transported back to the man he was years ago. back before he'd introduced his kids to crime. matilda remained silent even as jervis let go of her wrist, before immediately turning around and gesturing for barton to take a seat like it never happened.

❝ hey, punaise d'amour (love-bug), are you okay? ❞ she seemed to stop gathering up materials for stitching up the gash momentarily at the nickname, a huff leaving matilda's nose. it wasn't long before she was abruptly wiping off all of the clots and blood that had gathered at the back of his head though. and barton's first reaction to that was to hiss, the feeling of nausea he'd been plagued with before becoming unbearable right at that second. matilda retrieved a nearby bucket almost as soon as barton started to dry heave. there was quite literally nothing in his stomach, though, so he didn't actually throw up.

❝ i'm fine, dad. to be honest with you, i do feel this slight want to slit jervis's throat, though. ❞ she didn't care whether the other heard this, so she just said it in her normal speaking voice. barton was able to stop his dry-heaving enough to talk to her next, and it was kind of surprising what he said, ❝ mm, trust me, i do too. but — and i'm not saying this to defend him — there are some things that i probably should've told you about regarding him. so i kind of feel partially responsible for this. ❞ matilda went back to cleaning his wound but a lot more gently now. she let out a soft scoff before her eyes darted off to look at the spot that jervis had disappeared into. ❝ how is any of this your fault? i have to admit, i did manhandle him back in the bistro. ❞

barton let out an uncertain hum at that before looking over in that corner as well, ❝ eh, i'll tell you later. i just really need to sleep right now, ❞ and that was one thing that matilda was going to gladly allow barton to do, so right after that, he was in the sofa bed they had in a side area. matilda was just about to get ready to start stitching up his gash (after shaving his hair in the area) when she spoke once more, ❝ so... do you think that if i offer jervis the futon, that he'll take it? or that he's still going to stay there for a while? ❞ silence permeated the air, and as a result, matilda took that as barton seriously wasn't kidding when he said he needed sleep. with a shrug, all she did from there was take his pulse to make sure he was indeed still alive and finish stitching up his wound.

of course, there was the question of whether barton had swelling in his brain as well. but matilda would need to find that portable scanner to diagnose him. a sigh slipped through her lips as she looked at her currently bruised wrist. yeah... even if it took her hours to find it, matilda was not asking jervis for help.

Maybe not on this side of the pond, Jervis might have responded, if he were feeling more sprightly or cheeky. He was no fool, however; even in London, straight arrows like Stephen were a rarity, especially in Scotland Yard. As it was, he was cringing at the prospect of Barton’s impending nausea, blinking away the feeling of his legs turning to water as the other man began to struggle into a sitting position. Still keeping an eye on the Mathises, Jervis then reached behind him to sling his bag back over his shoulder.

The sight of Matilda's nails derailed his thoughts; their immaculate manicure glistening subtly. God, if he ever saw anyone with uncut nails after this night, it would be far too soon…. His heart skipped a beat. Thin, gloved fingers coiled around the secret pin he had stashed in the lining of his hat's brim; the gleaming point flashing in front of Matilda's eyes, causing her to flinch in astonishment. His free hand folded around her outstretched wrist, twisting the delicate joints with a practiced precision that sent shivers up both of their arms. The uncomfortable torque elicited a faintly audible crick.

Not once did he shout or raise his voice. Instead, he spoke with an eerie sense of calm, as if he were simply making small talk about the weather. “Just so you know, dear, this isn’t personal. I appreciate the offer and your willingness to aid in our escape, but if you’ll permit me to grant one piece of friendly advice.” Still holding the pin aloft, Jervis stepped out of the car; drawing himself up to his full height, eyeing each artery and vein in the girl’s pale skin, each nerve cluster. “Posez à nouveau la main sur moi comme ça, et ce sera la dernière fois que vous l'utiliserez.”

The stale air was charged with something else now, something acrid. Apprehension? Caution? Jervis couldn’t name it. No longer had the patience or inclination to do so. He couldn't quite wrap his head around his real emotions right now, and no amount of poetic verses or literary quotes could help him make sense of it.

Self-preservation and survival instincts had won out, finally. Somehow, his hands remained steady; mismatched eyes boring into hers. Inwardly, he hoped the display would be enough. Jervis was well aware he’d wandered onto thin ice here, especially with Barton mere feet away. Enough blood had been needlessly shed tonight. He didn’t want to be the cause of anymore… but if he’d just forfeited his own life, too, to the Mathises for his actions, then so be it. His bad leg screamed, sending daggers of flame into his hip.

You never hear the bullet that kills you. The skin alone contains over five million nerve endings… but the brain itself doesn't feel pain because it has no pain receptors. At this point, it no longer mattered whether Batman or the cops found them. The ghost of Arkham no longer lurked in the back of his mind. As he rolled the pin between his fingers, he saw Matilda’s free hand facing him now, palm stretched outward in entreaty; a line between her brows.

God, he really didn’t want to do this…

Reluctance and no small amount of grief and self-loathing and disgust filled him as the fear in Matilda’s eyes turned his thoughts back to Alice, picturing her gray eyes and curly, red-gold hair shining in the sunlight. She was so young, not much older than Matilda. She’d had her whole life ahead of her… What would she think of him now, if she could see him like this? Jervis felt a pang of guilt, cold as ice water. He had always wanted to be a good father to her, to provide for her and protect her from the harsh realities of the world.

But now, as he stood in front of the Mathises, he couldn't help but be reminded of how he had failed Alice; that his actions had consequences. He had always been a dreamer, an idealist, a hopeless romantic; a man lost in his books, and his dreams ended up being too hard to defend. No price had been too steep, or so he had tried to convince himself, not when it came to Alice. He had sacrificed his reputation, his integrity, hurt people, manipulated them, and caused them pain... Marty and his partner were not the sole outliers. And for what?

To fulfill his foolish and laughably naive hopes for his daughter and her health and her future, his own selfish desires for a clear mind and unburdened conscience? (Stupid, stupid, stupid…) To blame others for his own demons and his inability to come to terms with what was actually happening to his child, the true gravity of the situation? (You fool!!! How could you be so blind??? You tried so desperately to protect her, but in the end, all you accomplished was smothering her!!! In the end, you lost it all again!!!)

… no. He had no one to assign the blame for everything but himself. Whatever came next was on his own head. Tears welled up in Jervis' eyes, but he quickly blinked them away. He let go of Matilda's wrist, lowered the pin, and silently slipped away into the shadows on the opposite side of the room.

[tra1nchi]

My tummy hurts ngl,, Bttm male reader,, MINORS DNI!!,, Dub/non-con,, evil ruler,, forced femininity,, death mention,, reader referred to as her like once,,>○<

He is ruthless,, power is all his mind can think about,, not caring for any souls lost in any of his purges of smaller kingdoms,, he needs more land,, more riches and especially more concubines,,

He set eyes on your quaint little village off in the forested lands by his kingdom,, your father, The chief wanted to make peace with Vincent's kingdom,, in order to keep you,, his son safe and sound away from any danger,,

You were never a fighter!! A sweet little boy who'd rather keep to himself then pick up a sword >□< The chief was surprisingly okay with it,, he was a kind man allowing your more capable and sword trained sister to take your spot as next in line!!

Though none of her skills would help you,, Vincent and his army grew angered by your fathers peace claims,, "Your land is fertile and therefore under my law, I can take what is mine." He declared in a rather aggressively written letter,, but your father fought back,, that's his families land!!

You cradled your dying sister in your arms,, She sobbed and begged for you to end her pain but you refused,, you couldn't!! That was your own sibling!! You didn't even hear Vincent walking in,, the tall man looked down at you and intentionally thought you were a poor little maiden,,

Something snapped in his mind,, ripping you away from your dying sister,, cradling you in his arms as you struggled,, His voice softened cooing you like you were a wounded animal,,

He had taken you in as a concubine,, you didn't know if he was delusional or just plain crazy as he never seemed to acknowledge you as a man,, always "My wife.." or his "Baby girl.."

He even ignored your poor cock during the roughest of sex!! >○< you angered him by not immediately undressing for him,, what?? How dare you do that to him,, he has treated you lavishly,,

His white hair was damp with sweat,, his arm hooked under you leg,, his large hand digging into your soft flesh,, Your cock pathetically weeped against your tummy,, he wasn't touching it at all!! "Little slut,, maybe you should birth my heirs hm?" His voice was heavy in your ear,, his cock pumping in and out of your tight hole,, your legs trembled from the sheer force of him!! He isn't gentle!!

He gripped at your hair, shoving your face down into the mattress,, His hand finally touching your cock,, but he was gentle,, so annoyingly gentle!! "Whore. You like this don't you? Being treated like a dumb fucking girl, getting her pussy all filled up." letting out an almost playful giggle,, staining your insides with his cum.

[yeah-uh-the-pilot]

The thing about Buck and Tommy and the fact that they could potentially get to have a long life together and get married and have kids makes me weep every day but if we get to see it on screen I hope they handle it the right way ngl.

Because on the one hand I don’t want them to tell the same story over and over again, but on the other hand I don’t want the lesbian black women to have trouble after trouble to be able to adopt just for our specialest little white boys to become parents the moment they want to.

I am conflicted, you get what I’m saying?

[blingblong55]

Lover's Need -Alejandro Vargas NSFW

Kinktober Day 10 Based on a request: HEAR ME OUT!! husband alejandro, him and his hot accent, breeding and he does it good bc lets me honest this man BREEDS. anyway, he does want us pregnant, which i meeaaaann i'm letting him ngl. I've been asking so many ppl andno one does it so please do me justice ---- F!Reader, MDNI, 18+, smut, husband!alejandro, established!relationship, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, breeding ----

"I want a baby with you, mi vida," he murmured before kissing you again, his hand caressing your bare side. "Por favor, Y/N, let us have this." In his mind, all he could think about was how breathtaking you would look carrying his child, how gorgeous you'd be when you'd be carrying his baby. A sight to behold. 

"Alejandro, mi amor, isn't it too early in the morning to do this?" I ask as I stretch. Alejandro's eyes darken with lust as he watches you stretch, your curves on full display. Mierda, you have no idea what you do to me. He leans down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, his stubbled jaw scratching deliciously against your sensitive skin.

"Nunca es demasiado temprano para hacerte el amor, mi hermosa," he rumbles, his accent thickening with arousal. One hand slides up your side to cup your breast, thumb teasing your pebbled nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. His hips grind against yours, letting you feel how hard he already is.

"I need you, nena. Need to feel you, taste you," He sits back, quickly yanking his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. His chiselled chest and abs are on full display, dusted with dark hair that trails down to his jeans. Slowly, torturously, he undoes his belt and zipper, freeing his thick, pulsing cock. It juts out obscenely, the swollen head glistening with precum.

"Quiero hacerte mi mujer completamente," he growls, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties. With a sharp tug, he rips them off, baring your dripping sex to his hungry gaze. "I'm going to fill this pretty little pussy up, make your round with my baby."

I bite my lip down and sigh, "Ale," I whisper as my hands find his face and hair. Dios mío, the way you say my name... Alejandro groans at the feeling of your hands in his hair, your nails lightly scraping his scalp. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours. His hands roam your body greedily, mapping every dip and curve, committing them to memory.

Breaking the kiss, he blazes a trail of hot, wet kisses down your neck and chest, pausing to lavish attention on your breasts. He takes a stiff nipple into his mouth, suckling and flicking the piercing with his tongue while he rolls and pinches the other between his fingers. Your back arches off the bed, pushing more of your flesh into his eager mouth.

"So beautiful," he praises huskily, releasing your nipple with a wet pop. "Can't wait to see these tits full of milk, feeding our bebé." The filthy words send shivers down your spine as he kisses his way lower, over the soft swell of your belly. He settles between your thighs, throwing your legs over his broad shoulders.

"Smell so good, cariño. Bet you taste even better." Without warning, he leans in and licks a long, slow stripe up your weeping slit, humming at the tangy-sweet flavour of your arousal. "Fuck, just like honey. Gonna eat this sweet little coño until you're begging for my cock."

He seals his lips around your clit and sucks, two thick fingers plunging knuckle-deep into your soaked channel. The obscene sounds of his mouth on you fill the room as he eats you out like a starving man, determined to make you fall apart on his tongue.

I squirm, my legs wrapped around his head. My hand pushed his head further in. Alejandro moans into your pussy as you push his face deeper into your heat. He loves the way your thighs tremble around him, the way your fingers tangle in his hair, urging him on. He's happy to oblige, redoubling his efforts.

His tongue circles your clit before flicking rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. At the same time, he pumps his fingers in and out of your tight channel, curling them just right to hit that spot that makes your toes curl.

Mierda, she's so fucking tight... Can't wait to feel this pussy clenching around my cock. He thinks as he laps and sucks at your folds, savouring the taste of your arousal. The sounds of his mouth on your pussy and your breathy moans fill the room, creating a symphony of lust.

He can feel your body tensing, your thighs tightening around his head as you edge closer to climax. That's it, mi vida... Let me feel you come on my tongue. He growls against your flesh, the vibrations sending you even closer to the edge. With a final, hard suck on your clit, he pushes you over, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.

As you ride out the intense waves of pleasure, he continues to lap gently at your sensitive flesh, coaxing out every last drop of your sweet nectar. Finally, he pulls back, his chin and lips glistening with your juices. He crawls back up your body, capturing your lips in a searing kiss so you can taste yourself on his tongue.

"Lista para mí, cariño?" He murmurs against your lips, his thick cock throbbing with need between your thighs. "Ready for me to fill this pretty little pussy." I nod, "Si," I answer back and sigh. I look at him through half-lidded eyes. 

Perfect. Alejandro's eyes darken with lust as he gazes down at you, his cock twitching against your entrance. He can't believe how lucky he is to have you, to call you his wife. And soon, with any luck, you'll be carrying his child.

He lines himself up, the blunt head of his cock nudging your slick folds. With a swift thrust of his hips, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, groaning at the exquisite feeling of your velvety walls gripping him like a vice.

"Dios mío... Siempre tan bonita para mí," he pants, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. Slowly, he starts to move, pulling out until just the tip remains before slamming back in, setting a deep, powerful rhythm. The bed creaks beneath you with the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall.

One hand finds your breast, kneading the soft flesh and pinching your nipple while the other grips your hip, holding you in place as he pounds into you. He angles his hips just right, making sure to hit that spot inside you that drives you wild with every pass.

"Eres mía, sólo mía," he growls possessively, his accent thicker than ever in his lust-addled state. "Gonna fill this pussy. Breed you full of my babies. Fuck!"

The dirty talk spilling from his lips only serves to turn you on more, your nails raking down his sweat-slicked back as you meet him thrust for thrust. The room is filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and your mingled moans of pleasure.

He can feel his release approaching, his balls tightening as he gets closer to the edge. "Cum for me, mi amor," he demands, his hand snaking between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit. "Quiero sentirte apretarme." I shut my eyes and hold onto him, I wrap my legs around him. I whisper nonsense, not being able to say much. I squirm and clench around him as much as my juices coat his cock. Alejandro can feel your pussy clenching around his cock like a velvet glove, the slick walls massaging him with every thrust. Your juices coat his shaft, making the slide even more delicious. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent as he pounds into you relentlessly.

"*Si, just like that," he pants, his voice low and guttural with pleasure. "Tighten that pussy around me... Milk my cock..."

His fingers continue to circle your clit, coaxing you closer to the edge. He can feel your body tensing, your thighs trembling around his waist as your orgasm approaches.

"That's it, cariño... Come for me... Let me feel you..." he growls, his hips snapping forward with increased urgency.

With a final, hard thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock throbbing and twitching as he shoots rope after rope of hot, thick cum directly into your waiting womb. The sensation of his seed filling you up, claiming you so completely, sends you over the edge. Your pussy spasms around him, milking every last drop as you cry out your release.

Mierda, I hope this did the trick. He thinks, collapsing on top of you, his softening cock still buried inside your cum-filled pussy. He captures your lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all of his love and devotion into it.

"I love you so much, mi vida," he murmurs against your lips, his accent thicker than ever with emotion.

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[stardust-moth]

No like im serious, it was so beautiful, literally the best most faithful film adaptation of a Broadway musical there's been in YEARS, bitch i want to go see it in theaters again-- AND ITS NOT EVEN THE WHOLE STORY YET

Just saw Wicked and I feel like a Broadway-obsessed teenager all over again, oh it's so perfect

[dilftaroooo]

Uraume who only does anything with you after getting permission from Sukuna + he demands to watch 😒

Omg this is my first ask with uraume?? Im stunned, they r fine tho im ngl. can’t say too much with them since im not all that familiar with their character but i’ll try my best!

wrote this with true form sukuna and afab reader in mind ;)

If you’re Sukuna’s little plaything, his property, then Uraume most definitely needs to ask for permission to touch you with lust-ridden fingers. And I know their wishes will 101% be granted because their voice easily coaxes Sukuna into acceptance. Their tone is just embraced by the sweetest of chocolates when they implore their lord for access to touch your weeping pussy.

"I do not ask much from you, Sukuna-sama, but my innermost carnal desires have overpowered me. If you could be so thoughtful and let me touch your plaything, just this once. As long as you grant me your word."

They've had enough of watching and Sukuna had enough of entertaining. Thinking of his decision wasn't hard because he was already shoving you off his meaty lap and watching you collide with the floor--one of the hands out of the four rests idly on his cheek.

"Have her your way." But not before saying that he must be present during your session.

And ofc Uraume is pleased by this! Their fingers already protruding through your damp folds as the smell of soft jasmine caresses your nose when kissing you deeply. Your tongue already tastes so good with the remains of Sukuna's tangy cum still lingering on the slimy appendage.

They're even more thrilled that the person they revere is watching them both with aggressive libido!!!

[ajellybee]

Passing the reigns 

Sylus x fem!reader. Reader is MC

CW! NSFW MDNI ♡ dirty filthy ♡  bottom sylus? ♡ dom reader ♡  use of kitten. (I have a love-hate relationship with it…but it’s sylus so it’s okay…) ♡ cuffing ♡  nipple play ♡  female masturbation ♡  cum eating ♡ oral ♡ choking ♡  cream pie ♡ overstim ♡ NOT PROOF READ excuse my mistakes thankuuu

🪼🐝notes: FINISHED, ngl idk how I feel about this one tho 💧

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“Yes!!! I win! Read 'em and weep!” you throw down your assist cards allowing you to drop two number cards, claiming the last two cups and getting ten more points than the man in front of you. You NEVER win when you play kitty cards so this victory will go down in the history books. Sylus just rolls his eyes at your victory dance, partially annoyed the other half finding the way you bask in your victory adorable. 

“How does it feel to lose, ya big loser?” you sit back in your seat arms crossed with the smuggest look on your face.

“It's a rare occasion, it won't happen again” he shrugs, reaches over, and flicks your forehead, enjoying the pout he gets in return. Now it's your turn to roll your eyes. 

“Sounds like the talk of a sore loser. Now a deals a deal.” you huff triumphantly. Before you started this round after back-to-back losses, to raise your spirits, HE suggested that if you won this one you could make a request of any kind and he would fulfill it. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on what you requested from him…) it worked a little too well, and you played harder than you ever have, earning your victory, and now it's time for your reward. 

“Oh, I haven't forgotten, Sweetie. If anything I've been dreading what's swirling around in that head of yours.” all you do is smile and jab a finger into his chest, reminding him that he “promised”.

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The two of you are back in the N109 zone at his place, freshly showered and in pajamas. 

“Remember Sy…you promised. Say it again” you say extremely skeptical that he will play along in your little game. He only ever lets you go so far when you take the lead. Always a cheater. 

“Yes, yes. You have my word, Kitten” he meant it this time. He’ll let you use him, and besides, Sylus would be wrong if he wasn't intrigued by what you have in mind based on how confident you are at the moment. You look into his eyes skeptically one more time before deciding he’s genuine. And now it's time for you to have fun. Sylus sees the change in your demeanor. “Oh, the cat’s ready to play no-” he gets cut off with the way you tug on his collar, bringing him down to be eye level with you. You stare deep into his crimson eyes, already lidded with lust. You feel it as well, the idea of having him underneath you completely at your disposal. You want payback for all the nights of teasing and edging you've been victim to, now it's his turn. “Well, what are yo-” For the second time he's been cut off by you, but this time by your mouth on his. The kiss very quickly turns into a clash of tongue and teeth. You feel sylus already fighting for dominance with the way his tongue forces its way into your mouth, licking at your teeth and inner cheek. Sylus’s hands come up to bring you closer, but that's not part of your plan, no. Pulling away you glare up at him and he lets go understanding he already broke the promise already. You walk over to the bed and point at it, signaling him to lie down. Once he does you crawl to sit beside him, carefully cuffing his wrists to the iron bars of his bedframe, he could get out easily if he wanted to, but he enjoyed the look you had. And he promised, it's definitely not because he's internally shaking with anticipation. It's definitely not because he craved for you to take the lead and control him, of course not…

“Mmm there, you look good like that, baby” you sigh into his ear, nibbling slightly on his lobe pulling it gently as you pull away. Straddling his waist you run your hands down the exposed skin of his chest. He lets out a soft sigh at the way your fingers leave blazing trails down his skin.

“Oh confident are we, sweetie?” he gives that signature smirk of his earning an eye roll from you. Ignoring all his snarky remarks you slide your fingertips up, ghosting against his skin and gently rub against his already hard nipples. Sylus grunted, his chest was always so sensitive. He sighs as you roll and pinch both of them between your fingers.

“And where did yours go, sweetie?” you chime back. He huffs out a laugh, head thrown back as the stimulation on his hardened buds and the way your voice is deep and sultry makes his cock twitch underneath his robe. Sylus loves to play tough, but once he really lets go he easily submits to you, yes it’s rare, but not impossible. You lean down and take his mouth into yours again. He lets out a deep groan as you tweak and pull on his nipples, making you break away and smirk down at him. You felt lightheaded with the way he looked, a light blush spread across his face and down to his chest, lips already swollen, brows knitted together. After being satisfied with his chest you trail your hands down his abs, making his robe fall open completely. Sylus’s breath hitches as the cold air hits his already leaky cock. Your fingers trace the tip of his bulbous head, running your fingers across his slit before pulling away. He groans in protest glaring down at you.

“You didn't think I’d waste this opportunity and give you want you want so easily, did you?” you give him the same smug look he gives you. 

“Call it wistful thinking” he grunts, bucking his hips subconsciously into your hand, earning a tsk 

from you.

“Let me have my fun, Sy” You leave his angry cock drippy and needy, returning to your original spot seated on his abdomen. “Fuck you look so good, sy” The way you drag out and purr your words makes a chill run down his spine. He watches with hooded eyes as you drag one of your hands up your thighs and disappear into your panties. “Mmm ~” your moans and hums go straight to his dick, a wet spot grows on the small of your back from where his cockhead sits, raised with arousal. Sylus watches as your fingers draw slow circles around your clit. He wishes you would take those damned panties off but he knew how much of a tease you were.

“Little minx..” 

“Play nice or I won't give you anything, Sy” you huffed out as you sped up your fingers. Leaning back you slipped in two fingers trying to emulate the stretch of his. Sylus isn't one to beg, he gets what he wants whenever he wants it, but he wants you to make him. He wants to be at your mercy. The way that you pleasure yourself right on top of him is driving sylus mad. You moan his name and he lets one out in response as he sees the dampness grow on the gusset of your underwear, he moans again to the squelch of your pussy as your finger yourself. He's seen your cunt so many times he could visualize it, but it's not enough. 

“Ah..fuck..” his brows knit even more when his cock brushes against the silk material of your tank, hips chasing the small amount of friction. You tsk at him again, reminding him to sit still.

“If you want something Sylus all you gotta do is ask, baby” you coo leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. He looks at you for a long while, clearly fighting the snarky comment bubbling up, but when he glances down to see you play with yourself behind your panties he gives in.

“Let me see you, Sweetie” You ignore him waiting for the magic word you've craved to hear from him in this type of situation. 

“Come on kitten..” again he’s ignored.

“...please, please let me see you. I wanna see that pretty pussy” his voice was laced with desperation, desperation only you would be able to detect 

“See and was that so hard?” giggles slip from your lips as you sit up to pull off what's been shielding you away from Sylus’s hungry eyes and when he finally gets to see your glistening folds he sighs, licking his lips. When you sit back on his lower stomach he feels your slick drip down onto his abs and it makes him ache even more. “Fuck, You know what I've always wanted to do?” you don’t keep him guessing for very long because before he could even question what you drag your pussy up his abs and back down. “You work out so much. I've always w-wanted to just drag myself across your- mm.” he huffs out a laugh at your confession

“Should have done it sooner. You look so pretty dragging your cunt on me like a needy little whore” his brattiness came back, but not for long because the words died on his tongue when you lean back and squeeze the head of his cock. “Augh- fuck!” he strains against the cuffs. The circle of your palm over his head drives him mad. The way you edge him is pushing him closer and closer to insanity, the pain and throb of his angry cock grows by the minute. You stifle more giggles as you watch sylus throw his head back and stiffen all over. 

“You aren't playing nice, sy” A faux pout adorns on your lips. Pulling your hand away from him you begin to rock yourself on his abdomen again. The way your clit catches so deliciously on the dips and ridges of his abs. Warmth spreads through your entire body as you bring yourself closer and closer to the edge and the way you feel Sylus’s eyes on you makes it all the more better. Sylus on the other hand was not feeling the same bliss you were. He burned with the need to feel you, with the need to fuck you, touch you, taste you. He craved to feel the way you stretched and clenched and creamed on his cock. Sylus knew what he had to do – he did, but the chase was thrilling. He wanted you to break him. The rock of your hips speeds up as he flexes underneath you. Bringing a hand up you pinch and pull at your nipples the same way he does, moaning his name as you finish off on him. You lean back and smile down at him. Sylus watches as your cum leaks out your twitching pussy, tongue darting across his lips again. 

“Wanna taste?” he nods his head. “Use your words like a good boy” Ah there it is, his core aches even more at the familiar name

“Please. Mmph-” his eyes roll to the back of his head at the taste of you when you shove your fingers in his mouth. He savors the taste of you as his tongue swirls around your digits, sucking and slurping on them, taking everything you give him. 

“I think I wanna taste you now, sy” To be honest you wanted to take him into your mouth the second his robe slipped off, but you needed him to suffer a little first. He sighs around your fingers at the thought of finally getting touched by you the way he needed. With batted breath, he watched as you slid down, dragging his cock through your folds before you straddle his legs. A moan escaped his lips as he felt the warmth and wetness of your pussy, but it went as soon as it came. “Fuck you’re so hard sy. Looks painful I’m soooo sorry baby” Again you fake a pout as you take him into your hands and press your cheek against the length of him. Just the softness and warmth of your skin was enough to pull more globs of pre from his tip.

“So pretty like that, sweetie. I've played nice yeah? Played along with your game long enough” his desperation grows by the minute, but you're having too much fun. As if deep in thought you tap his cock against your cheek brows knitted as you contemplated. His breath hitches at the sight, you've always known how to make the big boss of Onychinus lose his cool.

“Well, I suppose you deserve some sort of reward…” you pretended to think long and hard, and after what felt like an eternity you finally licked a long fat stripe from his balls all the way to the tip, swirling your tongue on the slit. His musk filled all your senses. The weight of him finally in your mouth mixed with the taste of him made your pussy ache even after just cumming on him minutes prior. Sylus wishes he could tangle his fingers in your hair but he knows he needs to stay put, so instead he just watches as you take more and more of his cock, bobbing down down down till the white patch of hair tickles your nose.

“Sh-shit. You always take my cock so well, Sweetie. So gorgeous when you take me.” he starts to babble more once you massage his fat balls in your hands. They ache to release for you. You push him as far as you could down your throat, the way you constrict around him is sending him towards the edge, all he needs is one final push, but again, why waste such an opportunity such as this? The twitch of his cock lets you know he’s so deliciously close to cumming, signaling it's time for you to pull away. A hiss leaves his lips once the cool air of the room hits his spit-covered shaft. A glare is thrown your way but all you do is smile coyly back, bringing your hand down to pump at his length. Ignoring his curses you lean back down and do it again, bringing him so close just to rip his orgasm away right when he could taste it. 

“Fuck, kitten. There is only so much I can take”

“You know what I want. Beg” You lean back over him, nose brushing against his looking deeply into those crimson eyes. The stare-down lasts for a couple of seconds but his face softens into a desperate one with your next words. “Come on baby, don't you wanna be a good boy f’me? Just beg a little. Humor me sylus, then I’ll uncuff you. It's okay to let go hmm? Till then I won't do anything” and if you weren't paying attention, you would have missed the softest of whimpers escaping his lips. Between the aura you projected and the grind of your bare crotch against his, the last strand of sanity snapped. 

“Please, love. I'll be good yeah? I've been good. Let me feel you let me cum-” For the nth time tonight he’s been cut off by you crawling back down and taking him into your mouth once more, doing everything you could to bring him to the edge and push him off. With how long he's been edged by you this orgasm shoots throughout his entire body, pulling at the cuffs and muscles flexing and unflexing as the knot finally snaps, but that doesn't stop you. You continue to slurp him down and push him to his next climax. Moans and grunts leave him as he bucks wildly chasing his next release. This time you don't stop the movement of his hips, letting him thrust wildly into your throat until he cums again. After coming down from his second high he watches you lick his release that leaked from the corners of your mouth. “Fuck… (y/n)” his body tremors slightly as you kiss up his body till you capture his lips in a passionate kiss. Not the same heated blur of passion as before, but one where Sylus’s vulnerability shows more than it ever has, so you take the utmost care to handle him gently. 

“I'm gonna put it in now Sy” Grabbing his length and dragging him through your folds moans leave the both of you once you finally line him up with your entrance and slide down his cock, slowly taking him inch by inch. No matter how many times the two of you had sex the stretch still took you by surprise. You felt every vein as you slid him in till it felt like he pressed against your cervix. “Sofull.” slurring already drunk on the feeling of his cock as you bring your hips back up and slam them back down. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping and both of your moans blurring together. Your orgasm already started to creep up on you with the way sylus moaned into your ear, more vocal than he's ever been, and the clench of your pussy let sylus know you were close.

“Cum f’me, please? Let me feel that pretty pussy cream on my cock, sweetie. I wanna-wanna” Now sylus wasn't one to stutter, but you have him feeling more sensitive than usual. The warmth and wetness of your cunt brought him just as close to his climax. 

“Fuck me sy. Need you to, need you to ah-” The man in question wasted no time. He planted his feet and fucked up into you speeding up the way you bounced on him. Within a couple of thrusts, the two of you came at the same time, but just like how you didn't stop sucking him off after he came earlier, he didn't wanna stop either, fucking you both into overstimulation. “Shit sy w-wait I- waaiit” he ignored you, not letting up oh his bruising pace 

“Feel so good, always take me so wellll, sweetie. One more yeah? Can you give me one more, please” he babbles on and on about cumming one more time, needing to feel you squeeze around him and needing to fill you up one more time. You find it in you to slam your hips down on his and you cum on him for the third time tonight pulling him over the edge with you. A mixture of your release leaked out of you and down his balls. A comfortable silence replaces the sinful noises from before are you bask in each other's warmth. You break the silence first

“See it wasn’t so bad. You should let me tie you up without having to win a bet” you giggle as you snuggle into his chest. Your eyes snap open at the sound of a *click* and in a flash of black and red you switch places with sylus. “Hey wait!”

“I suppose, but I much rather have it like this no? Time for my payback, kitten”

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🪼🐝notes: as always, constructive criticism is welcome!! I wanna get better, or if you want to request a character I welcome that too!!

BAIIIIIIII ♡

[ziipzeepzop-eez]

B'awwwwh shucks Jelly :(( you really mean it?? I'm your fave?? 👉👈

You're my fave too pookie bear ueueueueueu (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ <33

YOURE 🫵 DOING GREAT TOO BESTIE BOO

cool it with the obnoxious additions to other peoples posts pls

my bad pookie I just be having a lot to say sometimes 😞 I'll chill tho

[thebluester2020]

[ZZZ] Kinktober Day 17: "Collaring"

Summary: Originally, you were just a petty thief looking to steal some jewels but, much to your surprise, you've managed to steal something far more valuable.

Warning(s): Sub!Seth / Dom!Reader, Collaring, Pet-Play, Reader is a tease, Ma'am kink(?), (Possibly more warnings but I can't think of them rn)

Side Note(s): Ngl chat, I hate the trope of cat girls/cat boys but Seth's super cute so I had to dedicate this fic to him 😔

"M-Ma'am...! Please—" Your newest good mewed so sweetly as he kneeled at your feet.

You've seemed to have struck gold. Fortune shined upon you and delivered you something—well...someone far more valuable than any smuggled good outside the walls of New Eridu! An adorable little kitty who just happened to be a part of the Criminal Investigation Forces of New Eridu.

And you'd admit, you weren't expecting to happen upon such a rare find in a shady part of an alleyway. The heavy scent of sex on the air originally making you think that it was just some couple that couldn't make it all the way home until...you saw him, a dutiful worker of the force desperately fisting his cock as if there wouldn't be a tomorrow. He didn't have the audacity to show shame when he finally took notice of your shocked presence!

He could only whine so sweetly for you to help him.

And that's exactly what you did.

"Cutie...are you sure you're a cat? You're panting like a dog in heat." You teased the cop as you gently rubbed your shoe against his exposed length, the way he moaned and slowly rutted back against your shoe make you smirk.

Your eyes then went to his nametag. "Seth?" You questioned. "Like the Seth Lowell from the Criminal Investigation Forces?"

Oh, this was just too good!

You were definitely using this to your advantage. "Now that's a shame...what if I used this as blackmail against the forces?" You cooed. Seth's breath caught in his throat when you applied more pressure to his weeping dick, his pupils blown to the point you could've sworn you saw hearts within. "That they have a needy slut of a kitty within their ranks? No one would ever trust you all again!"

His already red cheeks darkened, his head coming to nuzzle against your knee. "W-What if I do something to make you change your mind...?"

Your brow rose. "Oh? Like what~?" Silently, his eyes went to your crotch, where your wetness was beginning to seep through your pants.

You smirked. "Let's see how you do then kitty, make sure to please me well or I'll start singing to the newspress." As you widened your legs, Seth wasted no time to throw your legs over his shoulders, your heels digging into his back as he started to press kisses on the insides of your thighs, trailing down a little before making his way to your covered pussy. You chuckled cockily as you lifted your ass a little to aid him when he tugged on your pants a little, but, your cockiness quickly vanished out the window when he pressed his lips to your aching clit.

"E-Experienced...a-aren't you?" You moaned at the feeling as you scooted back a little on the box you were currently perched on, trying to get an even better view of the man currently teasing your poor cunt.

He groaned as you brought your fingers to push his hair out of the way, the featherlight feeling making him nearly cum on the spot before his eyes looked up at you through his lashes. "May I...?" He asked so cutely before pressing a kiss to your clit, licking it for good measure. "I wanna taste you so badly ma'am, please..." His mouth watered at the smell of your sex.

A part of you wanted to tease him but...you didn't think you had the patience with how cute he was at begging. "Go ahead—F-Fuck!" You whined when Seth suddenly darted his tongue out, a groan escaping his lips at the taste of your slick on his tongue. His head felt dizzy, his grip on your thighs tightening to further ground himself in your cunt as he dug his face further into your pussy. Desperately, Seth's hips began to hump at the air, desperate for any type of friction as he continued to pleasure your pussy, his eyes glued to your face whilst his eyebrows begun to scrunch, reading your face as easily as one would do to an open book.

Every time you cried out affirmations and praises of how well he was eating you out, his eyes threatened to roll to the back of his skull. Or when you'd curse at how strong his tongue would press just right against your clit, he had to stop himself from cumming against the crate.

He hoped that, with how well he was pleasing you...that you'd allow him to fuck your pussy next.

"God kitty...you're so good with your tongue," You moaned, your hands tightening their grip on his hair as you tried to pull him closer to your weeping pussy. He moaned at the pain, the vibration of his moan making you whine.

"Right here?" He mewed before the tip of his tongue began to draw circles against your clit, all before he sucked the bud into his mouth, flicking it side to side as he kept intense eye contact with you.

You struggled to catch your breath, spit accumulating in your mouth rapidly with how good you felt. "Y-Yeah kitty...s-so good..." You stuttered as you started to grind your hips against Seth's mouth, seeking out more of his tongue against your clit. The cop allows you to handle him roughly, your praises encouraging him to flatten his tongue against your cunt even further as he struggled to ignore his dripping cock.

"D-Don't stop cutie..." You moaned. "N-Nearly there..." You gasped.

Luckily for you, Seth didn't have the slightest intention of stopping as his hand slowly left your thigh to begin desperately rubbing his throbbing cock, the combined pleasure of eating you out and finally getting some much-needed relief for his dick making him nearly choke on his breath as he ate you out with more intensity. You cried out at the increased speed of his tongue, Seth's moans becoming more high-pitched as he felt himself near his orgasm.

You tightened your grip on his hair even more as you began to ride his face, your moans increasing in pitch as well as Seth focused more on sucking your clit. "With h-how good you're eating me o-out kitty...I'll have to keep you for myself, huh?" You blabbered mindlessly, more of your slick oozing out at the thought of having such a cute catboy waiting for you at home every day.

And to reward his patience? You'd let him tend to your pussy.

"Would you like that c-cutie? You'd make a realllyyy good pet with how w-well you're taking care of my pussy~" Seth tried to nod, his moans of confirmation severely muffled as he fucked his tongue deep into your hole, nearly making out with your cunt as he felt your thighs begin to crush his head. His own rutting against the air matched that or your thrusts against his head, the image of your pussy squeezing around his dick only making him approach his orgasm even faster as all sorts of questions ran through his mind. Would you be meaner or more of a tease like now? Oh...he really hoped you'd ride him, let him suck on your fingers whilst your grinded your hips against again. As his brain overflowed, his eyes suddenly rolled to the back of his head as he whined into your cunt, using his remaining brainpower to lap up your juices that suddenly overflowed from your pussy each time you jerked forward against him.

His cock spurted out long ropes of cum against the crate, hot tears of pleasure building up behind his eyes before eventually overflowing. Seth hadn't even realized that he was still lapping at your pussy desperately until you weakly shoved his head away from your overstimulated sex. "Sensitive baby," You whined, your chest heaving up and down as your breath rapidly fell and rose.

"Sorry..." He whispered. On shakey limbs, you sat up even more until you froze at the sight of Seth's cock quickly hardening back up, his eyes not even following your movement but instead being glued to your glistening sex, the sight of his neediness making you smirk.

"Oh?" You giggled. "Do you want more~?"

He couldn't nod his head fast enough.

[michaelsfavgirl]

I fallow you on tik tok and you used to make those MJ NSFW headcanons and in one of them you mentioned what he does with Y/N's panties (stroking his dick with them or pulling them up to his nose to smell them I think). I was wondering if you could make a fan fiction about that. If yes thank you sooo much!<33

panty stealer

Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader

Tags: smut, masturbation, pervy!michael

Word Count: 835

Author’s Note: ngl i liked writing for pervy!mike a little too much

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Michael knows it’s perverted, he knows he shouldn’t, is well aware that it's a breach of privacy, yet he can't seem to resist the urge. It's a guilty pleasure that he indulges in. Rationalizations flit through his mind like ghosts in the dark, trying to justify his actions. But deep down, he knows that no excuse makes it right. 

He'd never dare to admit it aloud, not even to himself, but there's something undeniably alluring about the act that he can't ignore. His thick cock aches and hardens instantly at the mere thought of wrapping your delicate panties around his weeping length, stroking himself while inhaling your addictive scent. or pulling it up close to his face, feeling the fabric against his skin, inhaling your intoxicating scent while trying to shoo away the thoughts of what you may think of him if you ever find out. 

Would you be repulsed, would you shame him about the taboo nature of his actions or would you revel in the knowledge that he yearns for you so desperately, even resorting to such extreme measures? He can't help but wonder, his mind plagued by doubts and uncertainties.

He fantasizes about you encouraging him by leaving your panties on the bathroom counter "by accident" He knows you're not as innocent and demure as you present yourself to be. He remembers the countless times he's caught you staring at him with eyes that held more than just desire—there was a hunger that mirrored his own.

And now that Michael’s alone in his hotel room late at night, kilometers away from his precious girl, he can't resist the temptation that gnaws at him, urging him to give in to his darkest desires. The temptation becomes too much to bear. The longing for your touch, your scent, your presence overwhelms him.

Can you really blame him though? He knew he wouldn't be able to see you for months and the heated phone calls between you from the last tour were already repetitive and stale by the end. This time he needed something more, so stealing a few pairs of your panties seemed like the least he could do to satiate his yearning for you. 

He shifts restlessly on the bed, the anticipation coursing through him like wildfire as he wraps his hand around his leaking cock. His breath hitches in his throat as his thumb swipes over his sensitive tip, his precum glistening in the dimly lit room. His eyes flutter shut from the electrifying contact, a primal need urging him on. He tries desperately to drag it out, to savor every moment, but his patience has already worn thin.

With a low growl of frustration, he presses one of his favorite panties of yours to his face and inhales deeply, almost greedily. A guttural moan escapes him at the intoxicating scent. Fueled by the familiar aroma of your essence, he picks up his pace, fisting his shaft with urgent fervor, using the copious amount of precum as lube. Breathless pants spill from his parted lips as he envisions you on top of him, bouncing on his fat cock like a good girl.

His tongue darts out hungrily, dampening the fabric of your panties right at the center, lapping up the remnants of your arousal with desperation. Michael savors every taste. Of course it's not the same as burying his face between your warm thighs but for now this will have to suffice.

His moans, muffled by the fabric, fill the room as he feels his heavy balls tighten embarrassingly quickly, as if he is a hormonal teenager. The veins in his right arm bulge prominently as he pumps himself at a fast pace, his hand starting to ache from the intensity of his grip.

With a little reluctance, he releases the panties from his lips, his shaky hands wrapping them around his girthy cock. The fabric rubs against his sensitive tip, sending jolts of pleasure through him as his head tilts back in ecstasy. Beads of sweat glisten on his toned body, his curls stick to his forehead in the heat of the moment.

Unable to hold himself back his free hand claws at the sheets as he lets the forbidden thrill consume him. Michael’s orgasm is explosive, chants of your name leave his lips. He forces his eyes to open and watch as he releases rope after rope of his thick, creamy seed into your panties, staining them with his potent essence. His chest heaves with exertion as the last droplets of cum drip from his spent tip, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

With a languid movement, he pulls back his sweaty curls from his forehead, his gaze fixated on the ceiling as he catches his breath. Lazily, he slips your panties off the bed and onto the floor, pulling up the sheets to cover his bottom half before succumbing to the blissful embrace of sleep, knowing that tomorrow he'll wake up and do it all over again.

© michaelsfavgirl 2024

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[coriolantha]

‧˚₊•୨ Patience ୧•‧₊˚⊹

mike schmidt x GN! reader

summary: mike comforts you after you've had a long day₊˚⊹:˚｡⋆୨୧˚

tags: fluff, mike being a sweetheart (as always), anxiety, reader has bad self image, insecurities, reader is overwhelmed and needs a break (so real), hugging, cuddling, comfort

wc: 1.1k

notes: hii this is my first fic i've posted on here. ngl i'm... scared. im not proud of this but i can't scrap it this time otherwise i'm never gonna get anything posted LMAO. please leave any criticism in the comments if you'd like, feel free to share any opinions, i want to improve the quality of my writing! thank you sm for reading! 🫶

today has been punishing.

rain trickled down the foggy window, making soft tapping sounds as they hit and fell, reluctantly racing down to gather in the weep holes. the rough, scratchy carpet beneath you beginning to burn as you shuffled around your desolate home.

exhausted, you gave up trying to distract yourself from your main task; your bedroom.

your eyes darted around your cluttered room, glossing over as you noticed every individual piece of clothing that wasn't hung up, organized, and neatly put away. you began to have a headache thinking about where to even begin. you felt like a filthy slob, your surroundings perfectly reflecting how you've felt all day.

you flicked the lights off, the warmly lit room now becoming pitch black, except for the small gleam of light that came through the open door. you sat on your bed, absentmindedly kicking your various pants and t-shirts away from you to give yourself some room to lay down.

mike wouldn't be back home for a while now. it was only 12:45am, which gave you 5 hours and 25 minutes to attempt to sleep before having to get ready for your office job... which would leave little to no time to spend with mike.

fuck mondays.

turning over to your side, you hugged your knees, shivering. no amount of blankets could fix how cold you felt. the truth was, you missed your boyfriend; longing for his cozy hugs and soft, gentle kisses he'd press against your cheek as he consoled you.

you missed him more than anything in the world.

with a blink, the tears that have been collecting in your eyes came down your flushed face at once. laying there, you accepted your pitiful reality, slowly drifting off into unwanted slumber, in solitude.

the time was around 2am when you felt a dip into the bed. panicking, you quickly awoke, shuffling to sit up as fast as possible. although you didn't know of the time, something felt off. mike wasn't supposed to be home yet, that's for sure.

panic turned into confusion as you heard mike, obviously feeling guilty for having jumpscaring you so badly.

"oh, shit- baby, it's me," he whispered apologetically, reaching his hand out to cup your cheek. turning on the dim lamp, he quickly turned back to face you. his eyes bore into yours, scanning to make sure you were going to be alright.

all day he was desperate to see your face, even after his shorter-than-usual-shift. mike couldn't get enough of your perfection, although you always brushed him off whenever he ever mentioned this to you.

he noticed your terrified expression which started to wear off, beginning to blend into relief.

"it's just me... you don't need to worry about anything, okay? i'm right here, no one's gonna hurt you," he muttered, leaning over to press a chaste kiss on your lips, lingering longer than usual.

weight lifted off your shoulders as you began to put pieces together. now, all you needed was an answer to your burning question.

"mike, why did you come home so early? did something happen?" you asked anxiously, looking right back at your boyfriends affectionate, adoring eyes.

"oh, sweetheart..." he soothed, "i got let out early today. nothing worth worrying about. i guess they didn't need me as much as i thought they did," he let out a quick, dry laugh, shaking his head dismissively.

"fuck, i've missed you all day, i'm so damn glad i could leave that job early. anything to see you, my love," he cooed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face, delicately tucking it behind your ear

you were in awe; it was a miracle he came home early, especially today. you were fighting to hold your tears back, mouth quivering as you bit your bottom lip. mike noticed your change in emotion immediately.

"hey hey hey," he whispered urgently, quickly grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze, "what's wrong?" his voice drowned in concern.

"i did nothing all day. the only thing i've done is just stand around and... thought of doing something, but i couldn't. i was so tired, but of what? like, why didn't i clean our room? and the worst part is, you have to come home, tired as hell, ready to go to sleep, only to see your messy room and your partner who still hasn't done anything about it," you quavered, sniffling softly as warm tears fell from your eyes.

mike said nothing, but you could sense how hurt he felt after you talked so badly about yourself. he sighed, laying down on the plush mattress. he patted his chest, inviting you to rest your head there. you did so immediately, closing your eyes as you listened closely to his heart beat.

"you know i love you, right?" he asked gently. you stayed quiet, knowing he wasn't expecting an answer.

"i love everything about about you. but the only thing i don't love is how badly you talk of yourself. i hate it. it doesn't make any sense to me," he stressed, stroking your hair soothingly.

"so what if our room is messy? i don't think about that when i come home. all i think about is how i can finally be with you. i'm not going to let some clothes on the floor get in the way of us, ever. or anything, in fact."

you nodded in agreement silently, your tears dry on your cheeks.

"we can tackle this room together. we can do this however you want- i can pick up your clothes while you organize them into whichever area they go to, and i'll pick up my clothes too, but you won't have to organize that, i'll take care of it. how does that sound?" he asked delicately.

you instantly felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders.

"thank you so much, mike. you don't know how much i needed you today," you exhaled, "really."

he looked down lovingly at you, curled up beside him. he kissed your head tenderly, rubbing up and down your back.

goosebumps spread across your arms. you felt so loved and safe.

"the real question is," you suddenly asked, "how are you so perfect? were you made in a factory or something?"

"says you," he laughed, holding you tighter.

the two of you basked in the love you had for one another for a while. no words were exchanged, only him occasionally rubbing his thumb against your arm, while you began to doze off, which caught his attention.

"want me to turn the light off?"

you nodded, wrapping your arm around his stomach.

he turned over once more, pulling the cord of the lamp light, the room now pitch black.

"i love you," he whispered, turning to his side a little more so he could be pressed closer against you.

"i love you too, mike. always," you mumbled back, the two of you drifting off to sleep.

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dividers by @f-loqweres 🫶

[lisa-grdjc]

NegaPosi Angler ep12 ramblings 🎣

(ofc it’s about takaaki again..what can i say. i love him so much.) i had always assumed that his little brother’s passing was due to his illness (hence why he was so adamant about hiro having to go to the hospital asap and stuff) but it’s so much worse and heartbreaking than i thought…

no wonder he hadn’t gone to visit his grave even once during those three years holy shit. i myself have a kid brother i care about a lot i can’t even fathom the immense guilt that must’ve been crushing him since… rewatching that scene from episode 10 right after hits different now i love inflicting pain upon myself

im placing takaaki breaking down in my top3 of things that caused me the most emotional anguish this year, and never before in my life have i been that desperate to reach out through my screen to hug and comfort a fictional character idc if i sound crazy i was literally whispering/yelling and begging for hiro to do something, anything. like, your friend is crying and looking like that right in front of you and you’re just. standing there, how. (tho i understand it now, this is hiro we’re talking abt, dude was a blubbering mess over a simple ‘thank you’ earlier and how he wasn’t used to saying alot of things and mayhaps it would’ve been ooc for him to physically comfort takaaki there. also he was pbly feeling awkward enough as it is and wanted to give him space but STILL. I WANTED THAT HUG. (fyi i am so writing a fic abt this later i could alr see it creating itself in my head while watching the scene like—)

i swear these VAs are so goated i can’t stress this enough—legit felt my heart twisting itself inside out hearing him sob im not strong enough for this

almost forgot to mention how frigging wholesome and funny the first half of the episode was; takaaki sulking and trying to give hiro the cold shoulder and failing miserably every time had me in stitches, like, c’mon. just admit it, dude you can’t even stay genuinely mad at him for more than two minutes straight you love him too much for that

this dumbass lmaooo (they are So cute)

even hiro finds it funny…

overall that first half was awesome as hell and the whole sequence of hiro catching his first big fish with takaaki’s help got me soooo happy and emotional i was so proud of him… he did it ;-;

also loooook it’s the lil girl and her mom from episode one,, she grew up🥹

and fuck, that ending… it got me crying real tears of joy,, i had a feeling we might get a timeskip and they absolutely delivered with it… ngl to me hiro started off as a okay-ish, almost annoying mc whom i didn’t think i’d even end up liking at the beginning, but here i am two months later weeping bc of his big, genuine grin as he reunites with his friends after years of medical treatment…

look at him!!! 2 years later and he’s all better now!! he gets to hang out with takaaki and the everymart gang and go fishing with them again!! this is everything i needed rly i couldn’t have asked for a more perfect and satisfying ending.. im gonna miss them all ofc but im so so happy rn

[kairismess]

Hello! I see that you're opening request right now, may I request about tsukishima's s/o who cries every time she comes home from work, and she ever moved from another company, but the company was also toxic, and this company she's in now is toxic too, so she's been stressing out and cries every night...

Hsshhshss I'm very sorry if this is hard to understand T u T thank you so much! 💖

OH NO WORRIES ANON !! i honestly like this idea, I HOPE I DID IT RIGHT THOUGH :'))) ngl tsukki would kinda suck at comforting if he forced it, but him just being all real with you when talking to you about it ... he weirdly gets super comforting, and he doesn't even realize it.

it's not lame at all. — timeskip!tsukishima kei x fem!reader

🏐 genre: fluff and a tall glass of comfort

✒️ word count: 975

💭 summary: kei usually doesn't find it hard to be blunt about matters like these... but he can't help but want to see you smile again, so he'll try his hardest to let you know that your feelings are valid.

another grueling day at your awful workplace, and nothing has changed from the past few places you've worked at. it's like you're destined to keep landing at poor workplaces that have a knack for treating their ordinary employees that don't stand out like you so horribly. you could only take so much mistreatment, and to think that you none of your friends nor superiors could really do anything to help you... it was like you were drowning–and nobody was out there to save you in that vast ocean of helplessness and despair that you felt.

your only relief everyday was being able to make it home in one piece, and on a good day, you'd hold in your tears until you were behind closed doors, free to weep and bawl about the misfortunes of being an adult. however, you still had to keep it down, even in the comfort of your own home–your boyfriend was going to be over that evening, and you didn't want him thinking you were dramatic over such little things, right?

by the time you got to your home, kei was already waiting for you by the your door. he looked up from his glasses, his honey-colored, wide eyes greeting scrutinizing your obviously exhausted figure. you managed to smile up at him, but for someone as clever and sharp as kei, he senses something's off about you. he furrows his thin, light blonde eyebrows at you and asks in a soft voice, "did something happen today?" and that's all that it took for your facade to crumble, and for the tears to start rolling down your cheeks in spite of your seemingly sweet, yet forced, smile.

kei walked over to you and with his bandaged fingers, took your bag from you and asked for your keys. he was going to put everything away for you, he was here quite often, and he memorized where all your essentials should be, so it wouldn't be a problem for either of you. he took your hand and led you inside, and you felt a little more ashamed that your boyfriend was leading you into your own home, as if you were a child who didn't know any better and had to rely on someone more put together than you were.

kei sat you down on the couch and got a few tissues from the coffee table, wiping away at your tears, murmuring to you to remember to blow your nose as he handed you the tissue. "...do you need some tea?" he asked you as you nodded, blowing your nose into the tissue. he disappeared into the kitchen, preparing a kettle for the tea, while thinking hard of what to tell you to comfort you. when he came back with the piping hot cup of tea, he kept gulping back the lump in his throat, he was too anxious, and that was always the case with him whenever he'd get too vulnerable with you. "um... i know these days have been... less than desirable, but, you..." kei began, struggling to find the right words, looking away from you ever so often.

he sighed, feeling frustrated with himself for holding back his true thoughts on the matter; but he wanted to sound sweeter, to comfort you. but the way kei comforts is not all sunshine and rainbows; he wants you to remember we live in reality, not in a world where everything works the way we want to just because we persevere and work hard. he looks at you and gently takes your hands in his, and takes a deep breath, hoping his words won't hurt you.

"...you deserve better." he mutters, looking into your eyes, the light in those honey-brown eyes of his had a genuine glint to them, and you could tell he wanted to help you, even if his means weren't very conventional. "i'm sorry you're being treated like that, and it makes me so pissed to know that those guys are getting away with taking advantage of you like that. but... that's reality. workplaces can be fun, and some can be downright abhorrent; but at the end of the day, you're a person who works from 9 to 5 to make an honest living—and that alone is a struggle to do, every day." he utters in a soft-spoken tone.

his voice isn't snarky nor does he hope to sound like a smart ass; he honestly wishes to help you, but to keep you grounded. he rubs the back of your hands and sighs. "...i could help tender you a resignation letter, and while we're doing that, i'll help get you a job at the place i'm applying for in the summer. i'll keep you safe, as much as i can; you've gone through too much already, and i... i want to be there for you, to make up for all the times i couldn't do anything about your suffering." he confesses, his grip on your hands tightening a little.

you felt your second tidal wave of tears coming, and you rushed for the tissues, with kei patting your back, in hopes that his touch would comfort you somehow. he can't really tell you that everything will be okay, he isn't the type to sugarcoat and lie that all will be fine—he loves you too much to build your delusions up, only to be thrown back down by the disappointment of the real world. though, kei loves you so, so much that he'd help you escape those crappy workplaces and help you both land jobs at the same place together. so even if the next one will be just as crappy, or even worse... kei's got you, and he'll make sure you won't waste another precious tear on people who aren't worth crying over; because you deserve so much better.

🦕 tags !! @emptybrain01

[jesterwriting]

Hello!! So excited to be mutuals!! I’m ngl I’m about to blog crawl your posts so if you see me in your fics 🌝 hehe no you don’t!!

I was hoping maybe you’d be interested in writing some Sanji comforting his partner after they’ve had a really bad day? 🥹💕 thank you so much for considering and I hope you have a lovely day!!

pairing: sanji x reader

contents: fluff, comfort, slight sensory distress, sanji gets flustered easily

word count: 1.1k words

note: HI OMG! so excited to be mutuals too <33 and to celebrate i hope you enjoy this little sanji morsel :3

playlist: sweet chamomile - ruth b

You’ve had bad days before, but this one took the cake.

First, you woke up late and your breakfast was cold. Not bad, could be worse, you could handle cold breakfast. Sure, your boyfriend would happily heat it up for you, but you didn’t want to bother him over something so trivial. You were an adult, you could handle a bit of congealed egg.

Then, you got rained on after you went into town to explore. It was sunny when you left, not a cloud in the sky, how were you supposed to know to bring an umbrella? In your hurry to get back to the ship, you tripped and fell right into a mud puddle, completely ruining your favorite outfit. All at once, everything was getting to be too much. No matter what you did, nothing seemed to go right. It was days like this that left you exhausted and crying into your pillow, desperate for some way to unleash the emotional maelstrom that had made its home inside of you.

Your mud encrusted shirt felt sticky against your skin and you fought the urge to shake. From rage or disgust, you weren’t sure, all you knew is you wanted to be clean. You hated the way the clumps of dirt weighed down your shirt against your shoulders, or the way the fabric clung to you uncomfortably. You loved this shirt, and now it was ruined. It would be hard to find a similar replacement, though you could always try to hand wash it yourself.

Yes. Right. You could always wash it. This wasn’t the end of the world. With a deep breath, you clenched your fists to ground yourself, and marched into your room to get a change of clothes. Once you were finally clean again, you hauled your dirty clothes into the laundry room. With a brush in one hand, your shirt in the other, you unleashed all of your rage at how the day had gone onto whatever flecks of dirt you could get your hands on.

“Take that!” You cackled, watching the soapy water turn brown. “Die by my hand you wretched stain.”

Too focused on your one-man war, you didn’t realize how much force you were putting into your motions until a loud ripping sound filled the small room, and you were left staring dumbly at what was now half of your shirt. Your favorite shirt. The one you’d had for years. Nothing in your wardrobe was both as comfy or as warm, and now, it was ruined. Forever.

You couldn’t help it. Fat tears plopped into the basin as your breathing hitched. You felt ridiculous crying over an article of clothing, but now that the waterworks began, you couldn’t stop them. Weeping, you threw the torn fabric into the basin and tried not to focus on how the water splashed onto your front, soaking yet another outfit. With your hands over your face, and your clothes stuck to your skin, you muffled your cries into your palms.

Hopefully no one would walk in on your little temper tantrum. That would make a horrible day only that much worse.

As if on cue, the door squeaked open and you were left frantically trying to wipe your cheeks dry. Before you could blink, Sanji was within your field of vision, concern drawing his curly eyebrows together. With your cheek cupped in his hand, his thumb drew gentle circles into your skin. The gesture was so comforting, you couldn’t help but lean into his touch.

“Sweetheart, you’re crying. What’s wrong?”

Remembering what you’d been upset about, you gave an embarrassed jerk and tried to rub the redness from your eyes. “I’m just being stupid. It’s nothing.” When Sanji didn’t seem convinced, you gave him a watery smile. “Really, don’t worry so much, you’ll get wrinkles.”

“I’ll always worry when it comes to you, my love.” Instead of helping you to your feet, he sat down next to you, one leg outstretched, the other drawn up so he could rest his elbow on his knee. With his free arm, Sanji wrapped you into a side hug, tugging you closer to him until your head rested on his shoulder. You hummed and stared at his blush. Even the smallest acts of affection could make your boyfriend flush bright red. It was cute. “Tell me what’s wrong so I can help.”

“It’s stupid,” You muttered.

“It obviously isn’t if you’re this upset,” Sanji countered, his fingers playing with the hem of your sleeve. You could tell he wanted a cigarette but would rather not smoke with you in such a small space. The second hand smoke would fill the room in seconds.

With a sigh, you gestured to the muddy basin, the remnants of your shirt sunk to the bottom. “Today has sucked.” Sanji hummed and nodded. You took that as your cue to continue, “I got rained on, fell in the mud, ripped my favorite shirt, and my breakfast was cold because I got up so late.”

“Why didn’t you come find me? I would have reheated your breakfast for you, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not going to go bother you over something so trivial. I’m an adult, I can eat my cold food. It was just that… coupled with everything else.”

“Come here.” Without another word, Sanji wrapped you in a warm embrace, his chin settled on the top of your head. You buried your face into his shirt and inhaled his scent: cigarettes and spices. Gently, Sanji began running his hands through your hair, playing with a loose strand every so often. In his arms, it felt like every weight that made its home on your shoulders disappeared. You slumped into him, your own hands home between Sanji’s shoulder blades.

“I feel better, thank you.”

“I knew a hug would help you, my love.” Even with his voice rumbling against your ear, he sounded smug. You glanced up, noticing that he was blushing so deep, the redness disappeared underneath the collar of his dress shirt. When you snuggled into him, his flush only got darker. Smug indeed. You smirked to yourself, the heaviness in your heart replaced with a light, fluttery feeling.

“Can we stay like this for a little while longer,” You asked

“As long as you need,” Sanji replied.

The two of you remained, tied tightly together on the wet floor of the laundry room, for hours. It wasn’t until Luffy found the two of you, wondering when dinner was going to be ready, did Sanji untangle himself from you.

By then, you felt like the day wasn’t as bad as you thought.

[reallyromealone]

DAY🎃 NINETEEN🎃BRAT TAMING -Crewel

This one sucks a bit ngl

I have small smut burnout

Warnings

Smut nsfw male reader, hybrid reader blow jobs collars spanking

(Name) was always so sweet... Until mating season, the rabbit hybrid was an absolute menace for that two week span and Crewel was tired of his huffy and bratty attitude.

"Count" Crewel said sternly and (name) huffed but yelped when a gloved hand smacked down on his ass "shi--""that's not counting"

"O-one..."

SMACK

"Two!"

(Name) counted every slap till his ass stung to the touch, tears rolling down his face "will you behave now little kit?"

"N-no..." He mumbled angrily and Crewel glared "I see" his time dangerous and (name) felt regret and a horny fear as a collar was put on his neck "since you wanna be so mouthy, we can put it to good use"

(Name)s eyes watered as Crewel used his mouth to his own use, thick and heavy as it fucked the rabbits throat "see that mouth can be useful for something other than being a brat" Crewel said with a smirk while moving (name)s head up and down, a leash attached to the collar.

It would have been tolerable if it wasn't for the vibrator and cock ring on his weeping cock.

He held onto Crewels thighs as the bi colored man moved roughly "you look so perfect on your knees sucking my cock, shame your mouth always says such foul words" he said with a sigh "at least you're good at sucking cock"

(Name) was dizzy from the smell of cock and the sensations down below and let a soft moan "will you behave for me now love? Be a good bitch for me?"

(Name) choked at a particularly harsh thrust as Crewel smiled sweetly to him "though that's not going to get you out of your punishment" (name) struggled to swallow the cum that the man causally shot down his throat.

"Baby boys must learn to obey their masters after all"

[jamespottersmixtape]

rosekiller microfic: goldilocks 1,632 words

a bit of soft rosekiller!! this is inspired by @myrows rosekiller art which you can find here! it made me want to weep a little when I first saw it, so naturally I had to write something haha :) ngl this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and it's by no means perfect but enjoy!! <3

Barty has always cherished quiet nights at Hogwarts.

When the chatter in the halls finally dies down enough for his thoughts to come back to him and homework has been carelessly tossed aside to save for tomorrow.

There’s a sense of serenity to it all that Barty rarely finds elsewhere. A break that he craves most at the end of a particularly stressful day.

Sixth year courses have been—to put it lightly, beating his ass—no matter how well he does. Today, it had taken him ten tries to get the nonverbal spell to work in Transfiguration. Ten.

Usually Barty needs no more than six tries for complicated spells, less than that for complex potions. Disregarding that he still did it faster than over half the class, now he’s just fucking tired.

He groans and shoves his schoolbag off the bed, letting it hit the floor with a soft thud, then flops backwards dramatically onto his pillows. The dorm room is dim, save for a few small candles on his bedside table. Cloaked in various shadows that dance around the room from the flickering flame.

Barty closes his eyes, taking a spare second to just breathe. There’s the soft white noise of the shower running in the background—Evan is taking forever, as usual—and sometimes Barty imagines he can hear the push and pull of the black lake against their walls. Lack of windows be damned.

It isn’t long before the water shuts off, and Barty feels the smallest smile tug at the corners of his mouth. It’s just the two of them for now, Regulus off doing god knows what at this hour. So naturally, a lot of built up restraint is needed for Barty not to rip open the bathroom door. To go and take in the sight of a freshly showered Evan and gather him in his arms before he can be stopped.

He’s been in there for less than thirty minutes but fuck it, Barty misses him.

Grumbling, he goes to change into the first clothes he can find. Settling for some years old joggers and a loose tank top, the soft fabric already making him drowsy.

The bathroom door creaks open and his head snaps up, immediately catching Evan’s eye. Barty really can’t help it when his heart skips a beat.

Evan raises his eyebrows, chuckling when Barty takes no subtlety in checking him out. His hair is dry, most likely done by magic. A thin blue t-shirt hangs off his shorter frame and each step taken towards Barty casts golden shadows over his skin.

Looking like everything warm and comfortable; the smell of his shampoo in the air so familiar that it hurts.

Barty’s smirk is wicked when he tugs Evan by his shirt into a light kiss. He makes a startled noise but melts into Barty’s touch regardless, fingers cupping his chin. The kiss is short but effective in making Barty’s head go all fuzzy.

“What happened to hello?” Evan asks when they pull apart—though not very far—now standing chest to chest. Evan’s bare feet fit in between his socked ones.

 Barty makes sure to slather his words in extra charm, grinning. “Hello, gorgeous.” 

“Wow, smooth talker,” Evan deadpans.

“You know you love it, Goldilocks.”

Barty takes a blonde strand between two fingers, tugging lightly at the end and earning him a deep scowl.

“I told you that nickname is stupid.” Evan rolls his eyes but Barty catches the blush high on his cheekbones. A light dusting of pinks and reds that work to compliment his freckles. Barty pokes him on one cheek.

“And I told you I don’t care.”

“Brat.”

Barty hums noncommittally, threading their fingers together. Warmth settles in his chest from the steady weight of Evan’s hand.

He leads Evan past the emerald green curtains of his bed and down onto the soft mattress. It’s a routine they’ve created over the last few months, and every time Barty wraps the covers around them it becomes harder and harder to let Evan slip back into his own bed. Something about having him in his arms means a night free of restless tossing and turning.

They lie facing each other for a few minutes, minimal space between them and their heads resting on one pillow. Quiet voices and even quieter laughs, a sacred bubble that neither of them dare to pop.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Barty laughs, his voice barely above a whisper. “You told Cresswell what?”

Evan frowns, a crease forming between his eyebrows. “I told him…that if he feels the need to keep staring at you in class then maybe I should tape his fucking eyes open. You know, that way he wouldn’t miss it when I inevitably snog you right in front of him.”

“Evan!” Barty can’t help it, his laugh is loud when it bursts from his chest.

“Well, maybe I left out that last bit…”

It takes him a minute before his laughter dies down, the quiet settling back in. “You jealous?” Barty teases, raising an eyebrow.

Evan purses his lips. “No.”

Barty stares at him knowingly.

Silence.

Evan averts his eyes.

“Mhm sure, come here.”

He drags Evan in by his waist, the pair of them fumbling around until Evan’s head relaxes in the crook of Barty’s neck and his forearm rests over his chest. Their sides pressed together, Barty smiles—fully content now.

Wordlessly, Barty ghosts his hand over the warm skin, relishing in the way Evan shivers from the cold metal of the ring on his middle finger.

There’s silence for a few minutes. Evan’s hair brushes the side of his face and his warm breath fans across his chest, their hearts only slightly out of sync as they beat so close together.

It’s a lot for Barty to take in sometimes—the whole idea of them. Having someone so delicate, yet so utterly untouchable, be his. If anyone took the time to ask him, though, he wouldn’t change it for the world.

Barty knows Evan’s eyes are closed, can see the shadow of his eyelashes. He takes the opportunity to trace over his freckles; a messy constellation that follows the high points of his cheeks, crosses sporadically over the bridge of his nose.

Evan scrunches his face up, which should not be so endearing. “That tickles.”

Barty turns his head, placing the quickest of kisses atop of Evan’s forehead, debating whether or not he should just give in and lick the side of his face. Then ultimately deciding against it—Evan did just take a shower—he’ll be nice for once.

“I wasn’t jealous. I don’t get jealous,” Evan mumbles, his voice lulled and tired sounding.

“Of course not, Ev.” Barty resists rolling his eyes, Evan can’t see his face anyway. 

“Besides,” Barty continues, “If you were jealous, I don’t mind you threatening people for me…it’s kinda hot.”

Evan smacks him lightly across the chest, but snuggles deeper against his shoulder. Which definitely does not do a weird flippy thing to Barty’s stomach. Nope, not at all.

“Mm okay,” Evan yawns. Which, Barty can’t blame him. Exhaustion is slowly taking over his body the longer they lie here. At this point all he wants to do is blow out the candles and fall asleep. Keep Evan next to him the whole night.

“Hey Goldilocks.”

“Mhm…” Evan must be too tired to even rebuke the nickname.

“Reg is going to freak out if he finds you here in my bed.”

Evan huffs, not very different from a petulant child. He makes no move to get up or even open his eyes. “I don’t care.”

This time Barty can’t hold back his yawn. He shuts his eyes and allows his body to sink further into the bed. Further into Evan. “Maybe we can tell Potter how madly in love with him Reg is. Then they can finally leave us alone.”

“Payback,” Evan snorts.

They both fall asleep without really meaning to. Tangled limbs beneath the covers and hands that aren’t inclined to let go. As his mind quiets down, something in Barty feels settled. A puzzle piece slotting into place after searching and searching for the edge that matches. Evan tends to have that effect on him, he’s come to notice.

All is quiet for a while, the whole school in a coinciding state of slumber. A time when portraits snore softly and only ghosts roam the halls, the usual lively presence of magic at bay for now.

But not even thirty minutes later they’re awoken with a loud thud and a significantly darker room—Barty had blown the candles out after all—just in case.

“Lumos,” someone whispers.

Regulus stands at the end of Barty’s bed, hands on his hips and a look of annoyance on his face. His wand is now lit and shining far too bright for Barty’s liking.

“What the fuck, Reg?” he asks groggily. Evan groans beside him and tries to hide his face.

“Not my fault I tripped over your fucking books, Barty,” Regulus hisses. “And you guys are gross. You said no PDA in the dorm.”

Barty squints and gestures for him to lower his wand. Regulus does so slowly. “Yeah, well I’m a fucking liar. Let us sleep.”

It’s with a lot of grumbling and a sharp glare that Regulus turns and stalks to his side of the room. When he shuts himself in the bathroom Barty reaches for his own wand and spells his curtains closed.

He has Evan back in his arms in no time, steady and real and here. Absolutely not going anywhere, if Barty has a say in it. His fingers resume their path over his arm, tracing nonsensical shapes that neither can decipher. Before they both drift off again a thought pops into Barty’s head.

“We are definitely getting him back for this.”