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— defending you ; remus lupin x black!reader 𐙚

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summary: remus lupin knows when to keep his mouth shut, and as do you. until it comes to each other.

warnings: swearing, violence, bullying directed at both remus and reader & slut shaming directed at the reader.

a/n: in love with my protective!marauders so here's this !!! also, snape has his suspicions of remus in this, just to be clear.

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remus lupin knew when to keep his mouth shut. he knew when not to react and how to stay under the radar, but that didn't stop you from not keeping your mouth shut for him.

you knew it was going to be a rough day when your defence against the dark arts professor unexpectedly changed the lesson plan from banshees to lycanthropes.

remus, if he had known prior, would've faked an illness and skipped out, too uncomfortable with the wandering eyes and the permanent fear that someone would find him out.

instead, he sat beside you at your shared desk, having been there for too long now to get up and leave and ultimately cause a scene. more eyes on him was the last thing he needed.

you had kept his hand in yours, feeling it squeeze and tense and shake throughout the entirety of the class, and you were sure all the skin of his bottom lip was bitten clean off from his nerves.

everything was okay for the majority of it. the professor was surprisingly respectful in his delivery and you, james and sirius spent the whole time calling out immediate answers to his questions. the three of you, for obvious reasons, knew everything like the backs of your hands and tried your hardest to avoid any snarky comments from other students for the sake of poor moony, who remained dead silent.

everything was okay until the group of slytherins opened their mouths.

you'd left the classroom with the three boys, grip still tight on remus' hand as he let out a relieved breath, glad to be out of there. you didn't, however, make it that far down the corridor before you heard snape's voice.

"those freaks need to be studied in mental hospitals. that professor had no idea what he was talking about, still calling them humans. they're monsters, that's what they are-"

remus tensed beside you at his words and sighed as he felt the inevitable coming on. the four of you stopped in your tracks, and in no less than a few seconds you'd whipped around and had your wand pointed directly at snape.

"i think it's you that has no idea what you're talking about, right severus?" you challenged.

james stood protectively beside you, ready to jump in if you needed him and sirius stood just behind, arms folded and a proud smirk on his face.

"i think the lady asked you a question, snivellus," james piped up, sporting a similar smirk to your brother as he raised his hands in mock defence. "i'd answer her if i were you."

malfoy snickered behind snape, not knowing the true intent behind his words as the latter stared back at you, head tilted with a gross sort of grin as he looked between you and remus. "did my words hit a little close to home, black?"

remus just sighed again, head bowed in slight humiliation as the rest of you tensed up.

"fuck you, snape, i swear to merlin-" you seethed, grip on your wand incredibly tight as you started towards him before you felt a gentle hand on your forearm pulling you back.

"it's not worth it," remus spoke softly into your ear, his voice conveying more hurt than he would've liked.

you didn't lower your wand, still breathing heavily as you remained in place. snape was still grinning at you and it took everything in you not to hex him into oblivion.

james moved to stand in front of you to get your attention and also put some distance between you and snape. "we'll get him later, yeah? i swear."

"trust us, we have a plan," sirius clamped a hand down on your shoulder, his signature smirk returning as the three of them pulled you away.

true to their word, the marauders had pulled of a series of pranks on snape that left him too terrified and humiliated to even leave his dorm, the last two turning his hair semi-permanently pink and breaking him out head to toe in bubbling warts.

remus had seemingly gotten over what was said by the end of week (after two or three vulnerable moments in the safety of your arms), and snape hadn't left the slytherin common room in days.

it was the following saturday afternoon, and the five of you were scattered about by the fountain in the courtyard. you, remus and peter were studying for the upcoming charms exam whilst james and sirius... pretended to.

remus was just about to test you on your recently read chapter when a shout from across the courtyard rudely interrupted.

"oi, gryffindors!"

"here we go," james spoke proudly, smirking to himself as he pushed himself up off the ground. "and what is it you want on this fine afternoon, mulciber?"

the slytherin boy in question stalked over to your group, malfoy and avery in tow. "did a fine number on our snape there, didn't you?" he spat in james' face, sizing him up.

the rest of you stood up at that, sirius particularly fast as he threw an arm around james and flashed mulciber an innocent grin before scrunching up his face in disgust. "oh mate, you might wanna get your mouth cleaned out before getting too close to my james here."

you snorted out a laugh at your brother and mulciber sneered, shoving him away by the shoulders. "you keep quiet, black. you think you have any right talking to me?"

"snape got what he deserved," you spoke up, narrowing your eyes at the group of boys as you got between him and sirius. "you should teach your friend to keep his big nose out of where it doesn't belong."

avery barked out a laugh, your attention turning to him as he joined mulciber's side. "you're funny, little black. all bark and no bite, aren't you?"

peter stood back, eyes wide in fear. remus, remaining his usually calm self, tensed up and took a step closer to you when avery jabbed his finger into your chest, only for it to be slapped away by sirius with an angry "don't fucking touch her".

"alright, avery. that's enough," remus spoke up, his voice firm as he rested his hand on your lower back.

avery did nothing but laugh again, not taking his eyes off of you. "you're nothing but the gryffindors' little slut, aren't you?"

sirius suddenly shoved him back with an angry force just as remus stepped in front of you, his voice scarily calm as he spoke. "the fuck did you just say?"

"you heard me," avery shrugged, clearly unfazed by sirius' actions as his smirk grew even more. "i bet she gets passed around you all like the little whore she is. is she good?"

you stumbled back into peter in shock, his words ringing through your ears as the blonde boy wrapped an arm around you protectively.

"if you know what's good for you, avery, you'll shut your fucking mouth," remus seethed, his eyes never leaving avery's face as he slowly moved closer towards him.

the boy didn't answer him and instead turned his attention back to sirius as he lowered his voice, sneering at him evilly. "i bet you join in on the action too, don't you? some sick fantasy you blood traitors like to indulge in, huh? regulus is the only worthy one out of you three, you ever invite him to join?"

sirius exploded in a fit of rage and james grabbed him as he lunged towards the slytherin, holding him back before he'd kill the guy. "who the fuck do you think you are, avery?! i swear, you're so fucking dead!"

"you'll be done with her soon enough," malfoy joined, shrugging his shoulders casually as he sneered at remus, stalking towards him. "maybe then you'll let us have a go, yeah? she was meant to be one of us, after all. she may be a blood traitor but she's hot as-"

a sickening crunch interrupted him as remus sent his fist reeling directly at his nose, nothing but pure rage seeping through his veins as he sent punch after punch to avery's face.

"remus!"

james and sirius watched in shock for a moment (both quite frankly more than happy to let remus beat him to a pulp, and in fact cheered him on for the first two or three hits) before your pleading voice snapped them out of it. they each grabbed one of remus' arms and narrowly avoided getting an elbow to the face as they dragged him off of the half-unconscious boy.

"you even look at her again and i swear to godric you'll be spending the rest of your lives in the hospital wing."

the two other boys scrambled to grab avery and ran off towards the castle, terrified of remus' sudden outburst.

"alright, show's over you fuckers!" sirius called out to the relatively big crowd that had formed around you all, who reluctantly dispersed out in different directions. "give us some bloody space!"

"well that felt good," remus chuckled quietly as he shook his hand a few times.

you just stared at him with wide eyes and your mouth dropped open slightly. "you.. you just-"

"fuckin' hell, moony that was bloody brilliant!" james broke out into a cheer, him and sirius praising him and re-enacting just how brilliant it was as remus laughed quietly again before turning to you.

he gently took you from peter's grip and raised his eyebrows as he looked down at you, going back to his usual gentleness as he scanned your features worriedly. "are you alright, darling?"

you didn't quite know what to say, looking up at him slightly starstruck as you just nodded your head and stumbled over your words. "yeah, i- yeah."

he gave you a gentle smile and cupped your face with his non-bloody hand before leaning down for a kiss, conveying all his usual love and softness into it as if he didn't just completely wreck avery's face.

the sounds of gagging filled your ears and you broke away from remus with a soft laugh at james and sirius' antics.

"don't forget that's my sister, moony! merlin, what that fucker said about us is going to haunt me forever."

[henneseyhoe]

SMILE FOR ME, DADDY.

Chiron x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS:18+, pussy is being licked like ice cream on a hot country summer day!, no relation between reader and Chiron, y’all just bein nasty, Short.

SUMMARY:reader likes Chiron’s grillz and he shows her they look good on her too..*wink wink*

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It all started with you askin’ him about those damn grillz.

“Pretty boy!”

“Smile for me, daddy!” You and your friends playfully yelled at the men across the parking lot, their attention landing on your entire group regardless of all the other people around them hooting and hollering about how nice their cars was.

They smiled nicely like it wasn’t nothing, the grillz in question gleaming in the streetlights. All grillz had different designs and colors. One was silver with diamonds riddling the top and bottom, one was gold with crosses engraved on it, one was in the shape of an AK on the man’s top row with the bottom slugged out with silver, and one just had simple gold, but that was all you had to see to make that kitty pur.

You all went silent, giggling amongst each other as the opposite group detached themselves from the hoods of their drop top rides, striding over to y’all. You got nervous with every step, your hands starting to shake. Each and every one of them picked a girl out for themselves to talk to, and you were last, the most intimidating one of them all approaching you. He was tall, nice beard, skin looked like glazed dark chocolate in all these lights, and his golden pendants and grillz only made all that pop. You could have fainted right then and there with how he was looking at you. Like he wanted to take a bite with those same golds.

“You said you want me to do what, ma?” He asked, licking his lips. You got a peak of the bright jewels in his mouth, your eyes twinkling with every sight of it.

“I- I said…I wanted to see them grillz”

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“FUCK! Ouuu, fuck!” You moaned, your hand gripping onto the velvet seats of the car that belonged to this man whose name you still didn’t know. How you went from asking to see his grillz to him sticking his entire tongue inside of you with no remorse for his seats? You had no idea, but you were damn sure gonna enjoy a handsome face being in your lap.

He wasn’t just kissing or sucking, he was making love to that pussy, like he actually loved the pussy. His tongue knew no limits, licking up and down from your throbbing clit all the way down to your ass. That’s how you knew he was a real freak, y’all only talked for about an hour. Your legs was lifted up so high you were sure a plane would think you were telling them to land right on top of y’all. Not to mention the top on the car was still down and y’all were still in the parking lot where the car meet took place. Thankfully, everyone had left, hearing about a street racing event that was happening downtown. You were too busy getting your soul sucked out through your clit to care about it.

He spread your lips with his thumbs and spat down onto your clit, watching it drip down to your entrance and spill on his seat. Sticking his tongue out, he only uses the tip to play with your bundle of nerves, flicking it back and forth as your stomach started to flip and cave in from the powerful orgasm you were about to have. Once again you caught a glimpse of those beautiful golds in his mouth, just shining at you, not to mention the feeling of the warm material sitting against your pussy every time he decides to put his entire mouth on you, collecting the juices that had attempted to fall.

“OH MY GOD!” You squealed, your pussy clenching and unclenching uncontrollably. Suddenly he closes his lips around your clit and begins to suck while sliding two of his fingers inside you, the sound of macaroni being stirred filling the car as he began thrusting his fingers at an angle inside of you while sucking. He felt your pussy contract around him, clamping down until you sprayed your juices all over him like a broken water pipe. “OH SHIT!” Was all you could say as you watched in awe, the force being so strong that you actually slammed your head back against the cars door. You continued to squirt through your surprise and confusion, wetting up his seats, beard, and white tee. And get this, the night still wasn’t over.

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Me and my grillz kink back at it again???

[moonstruckme]

Hey! I have a potentially odd request and I’m not sure if you write stuff like this anyway so if not please just disregard. I am in a strikingly similar situation Sirius with Regulus and for some reason this past week I’ve been feeling guilty as hell. Could you maybe do something where Remus and James are comforting Sirius like it’s okay, it’s not your fault, you had to leave, etc? Or maybe something with Remus James and Sirius comforting reader with the same idea but Sirius being especially emotional and like it’s okay, I get it, you can’t blame yourself etc? Thank you lovely <3 <3

Hi sweetheart! I wasn’t sure exactly which Siri+Reg situation you meant but my first thought was the one where Sirius left Reg alone in their parents’ home, so I hope that’s what you were intending. Thanks sm for requesting! It was a great excuse to listen to regina spektor’s two birds on repeat :’) 

cw: implied past abuse, older sibling guilt (also I am a wee bit drunk editing this so if it’s bad let’s blame it on that)

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

“I know,” you croak, and you’re speaking quietly enough that Remus gathers you aren’t eager to be overheard, but you’ve made no move to go upstairs and have a truly private conversation. You lie on your back on the couch, one hand covering your eyes and the other holding your phone to your ear. “Yeah, I know how they are. No, it sucks, I just—” 

You press your lips together as the voice on the other end of the phone increases in volume. When it pauses, you hum. “Yeah, I get that. I think it’s a good idea. Just keep to yourself, if you can. It’ll be okay. I’ll try and—no, I know.” You swallow thickly. Remus’ heart heavies. 

He sneaks a look at your boyfriends, both pretending to be busy whilst they eavesdrop. Sirius, just on the other end of the couch, has ceased typing on his laptop and is scrolling aimlessly back and forth on the same page. Meanwhile, James is stirring a pot of water on the stove that’s barely simmering. They look about as tense as Remus feels, Sirius most of all. They all know who you’re talking to. They can gauge the subject. 

“I’m sorry.” Your voice dips, quiet and abashed. “I want to, I just—wait, don’t—” 

You let the phone drop onto the couch, releasing a sigh as you bring your other hand to your face. They hung up. 

There are a few seconds of fraught silence before James pipes up from the kitchen, ���Everything alright, angel?” 

You hum in affirmation, but the sound is pitchy and broken. 

Sirius forgoes pretense. He closes his laptop, setting it aside. “What did they want?” 

You take in a deep, shuddering breath. It’s not enough; your voice cracks anyway. “For me to come home,” you say, the last word a sob. 

James switches the stove off, nearly jogging into the living room to be at your side. 

“I’m sorry, dove,” Remus says quietly. “I know it must be hard, but you did the right thing by leaving.” 

“I don’t think so,” you choke out. James makes a pained sound as he sits by your feet, between you and Sirius, and rubs his big hands up and down your calves consolingly. Remus sneaks a glance at Sirius, and his boyfriend has his jaw clamped tight, watching you with heartache in his pale eyes. 

“You did,” James says. “Sweetheart, it’s not your fault.” 

You shake your head, still hiding behind your hands. “I—I can’t—” You nearly lunge for James, who looks all too relieved to take you into his arms. He maneuvers you so you’re in his lap, sitting sideways with your face pressed against his collar. His palm covers the back of your head. 

“Shh, it’s okay,” he hushes you, tone fraught with a compassion so intense it sounds like it hurts. “It’s okay. Just cry it out if you need to.” 

You do. You cry until Remus is sure your head has to be pounding. You don’t try to breathe through it, don’t wipe your nose as it runs. Your tears come hot and fast and painfully quiet, like you learned how to hide them as soon as you learned how to cry. Sirius doesn’t tear his gaze from you as your shoulder’s shake and James’ shirt grows wet. When he swallows thickly, Remus reaches over from the armchair to take his hand. 

Once your tears start to slow, Sirius says, voice uncharacteristically quiet, “The best thing you can do is give them the advice you wish someone had given you.” His free hand twitches in his lap, and Remus realizes he’s keeping still on purpose, not messing with his hair or crossing his arms or doing any of the things that would give away how upset he is. “You can’t go back.” 

“I know,” you mumble into James’ shirt. 

“Do you?” Remus asks gently. “I understand if you want to, right now, but you just…you have to do what’s best for yourself.” 

A powerful sob shakes you, and James’ palm presses into your back with something akin to desperation. “I’m the big sister,” you say. “I’m supposed to be there for them.” 

“You didn’t ask for that.” Sirius’ words are inlaid with a quiet ardency. “It’s not—you can’t blame yourself.” 

You sniffle, pulling your face from James’ front to look at Sirius. There’s a rawness between you that hurts Remus to look at. “I know you know what it’s like,” you tell him, voice wavering on the edge of a whimper, “and I’m sorry. I just—” you take a ragged inhale “—didn’t think it would feel like this.” 

James looks like he is just barely restraining himself from tucking your head back into his shoulder, but he holds still as Sirius pulls his hand from Remus’ to reach for you, pushing a damp piece of hair away from your eye. 

“Baby, you don’t need to be sorry,” he promises. “I get it. It’s hard to feel okay about it at first, but you’ll…it gets easier.” 

You nod, and even though it’s obvious to all of them that you’re only being a good sport, Sirius offers you a small smile. 

“What made it easier?” you ask softly, swiping under your eyes. James coos and bushes your hands away gently, kissing your tears off for you. 

Sirius looks between Remus and James, then shrugs. “I don’t know. Drinking, maybe.” 

“Fuck off.” Remus sticks out a foot, pushing at Sirus’ thigh harshly. “Does she seem like she’s in the mood for jokes?”

But you laugh wetly, and they all grin for hearing it, James mushing a few quick kisses into the side of your head. 

“Gonna turn our sweet girl into an alcoholic,” he says against your skin. 

“Fine.” Sirius rolls his eyes extravagantly. “I don’t know, I guess you guys helped a bit too.” 

Before Sirius can react, James has an arm around his neck, tugging him close. “Oh, you,” James says, and Sirius makes a horrified squawking sound as his boyfriend presses a firm kiss to his temple, then yours. “Such a romantic. We helped a bit, huh?” 

Remus hums. “Ingrate.” 

“The point,” Sirius says, wrestling free of James’ grip, “is that it does get better.” He looks at you, features softening. “It’s not that it’s ever easy. But give it time.” 

“Got it.” You give him a small smile. Still wan, but more genuine than the last. “Thanks.” 

“Do whatever you need to to feel better, sweetheart,” Remus tells you, leaning forward until you meet his eye. “Just stay with us, yeah? Don’t go anywhere.” 

You lean into James’ side, the affection in your gaze all too heavy. “I could never.”

[pretzel-box]

Idk if requests are open but an idea has been chewing at my side like a piranha for a few days now.

Sebastian, scavenging, searching and coming across whatnot, meets another humanoid such as himself. though, imagine reader is much like a certain character from another media. Twisted wonderland, floyd leech.

Basically, Sebastian meeting a floyd leech-like reader, maybe with a twin too? Not sure, though am leaving it in your servos to do what you want with it.

It's likely I'll come back, though am not sure if I'll have the courage to do so, idk how to ask properly. Have a great rest of your week

words: 1k

tags: gn!reader, reader is a eel hybrid and a prank master, sebastian gets pranked!

“Hehe, they are certainly squishy,” you giggled with a toothy grin, pressing the Squiddle against the hard wall with a bit more force than necessary. Its makeshift face shifted fast in a futile attempt to scare you, but you only blinked at it with glowing eyes, more amused than anything.

The poor creature had made the mistake of jumping at you in the dark, getting startled by you passing through, and now it was paying the price for its recklessness. You pressed harder, watching its panicked reaction with mild interest. But your boredom quickly sets in, and you soon let go of it's head, already losing interest in the squid-like monster.

“Oh well,” you sighed with an eye roll, casually pushing the Squiddle away. You made your way to dove back into the flooded part of the facility, swimming through giant pipes in search of your next source of entertainment.

And then you saw him.

Peeking out of the water, your tail wagged in excitement as you spotted Sebastian Solace on one of his usual scavenging runs, rummaging through debris with that familiar look of intense focus. He was completely unaware of your presence, and that made your grin widen. You knew just how to make his day a little more…interesting.

As always, you were determined to ensure he had a bit of unexpected fun, courtesy of your playful nature. The perfect prank was already forming in your mind, and you could barely contain your anticipation.

You grinned mischievously as you watched Sebastian from the shadows, your sharp eyes tracking his every move. The man was engrossed in his scavenging, completely oblivious to your presence as he rifled through the debris in the flooded section of the facility. Perfect. You hadn’t had this much fun in ages, and Sebastian’s all-knowing and self-confident nature made him the ideal target for your latest prank since you knew he wouldn't see that coming.

Slithering silently out of the water, your tail curling beneath you for extra balance, you scanned the area for something to use. Your eyes landed on a file—one of the many random documents scattered around the facility. A grin spread across your face as an idea formed.

With quick, precise movements, you tied a nearly invisible string that you found in a drawer, to the corner of the file. You could barely see it yourself, and you knew Sebastian wouldn’t notice until it was too late. Holding the other end of the string firmly in your hand, you settled back, ready to enjoy the show.

Sebastian moved toward the file, his eyes narrowing as he spotted it lying on the ground. “What’s this doing here?” he muttered, bending down to pick it up.

Just as his fingers brushed the edge, you gave the string a gentle tug, causing the file to slide away from his grasp.

Sebastian blinked in confusion, staring at the file as if it had just insulted him. “What the—?” He reached out again, but you pulled the string a little harder this time, making the file skitter across the floor, just out of reach.

His brow furrowed, clearly puzzled. He stood up, glancing around suspiciously. You had to clamp a hand over your mouth to keep from giggling out loud as you watched him. This was going even better than you’d hoped.

Sebastian cautiously approached the file again, crouching down with a look of determination. He was careful this time, moving slowly as if trying to catch the file off guard. But just as he was about to grab it, you yanked the string sharply, sending the file shooting across the floor and into the shadows.

“Okay, what in the world is going on here?” Sebastian exclaimed, clearly frustrated now. He scanned the area, his three fluorescent eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of the ridiculous situation.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore, a soft, bubbling giggle escaping your lips as you watched Sebastian’s bewildered expression. His head snapped in your direction, his eyes narrowing even further.

You quickly ducked behind a stack of debris, trying to stifle your giggles as you heard Sebastian approaching. He was muttering under his breath, clearly irritated but still confused.

You peeked out from your hiding spot, your tail wagging with glee as you saw him cautiously searching the area. He was so close to discovering you, but the thrill of the prank was too much to resist.

Just as Sebastian reached the spot where the file had disappeared, you gave the string one last tug, pulling the file into the water with a splash.

Sebastian jumped back, startled. “Oh, for the love of—!”

You couldn’t help it—you burst into full-blown laughter, doubling over as you watched Sebastian’s exasperation. He finally spotted you, his eyes widening in realization.

“You!” he exclaimed, pointing a finger at you, his frustration melting into a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “You little eel!”

You grinned up at him, flicking your split tongue playfully. “Gotcha, didn’t I?”

Sebastian sighed, shaking his head, though the small, reluctant smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. “You’re going to be the end of me, you know that?”

“Maybe,” you teased, flashing him a playful wink. “But at least you’ll never be bored!”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm, as he glanced at the file you had just made him chase around. “I suppose that’s true,” he admitted, a hint of fondness in his voice.

“Exactly,” you grinned, swimming a little closer, your tail flicking in the water. “Consider it my personal mission to keep things interesting.”

Sebastian shook his head again, but this time, his smile was full and genuine. “Well, mission accomplished,” he said softly, his eyes locking with yours. “Just try not to get us both killed in the process, alright?” He knew you wouldn't dare to put you two in actual troubles but he still felt like mentioning it since your pranks were a thing for itself.

You laughed, the sound echoing through the water. “No promises, Solace. But I’ll do my best.”

[moxfirefly]

"I'm not letting them go. They're mine. They've always been mine."

For a bestie mikey who is jealous, someone's taking readers' attention away from him?

These quotes are hard to work with XD

Ray, my beloved. Always coming in clutch 🤌

Rated Mature (suggestive themes)

Mikey felt a stirring next to him that prompted him to open his eyes. The midnight nap he’d decided on when you had sat next to him was disturbed and he wanted to groan displeased.

“Sorry Mike, I gotta use the bathroom be back in a sec.” That gentle hushed tone only served to help him drift back, almost at least. Woefully he accepted his best friend having to leave for a few minutes.

It was something of tradition at this point, falling a sleep next to you during movie nights. Mikey had wordlessly cemented the fact that he got to sit next to you and you had reinforced it by always finding your place next to him.

He took the second to stretch out, enjoying the pops of each achy limbs, patrol had been a bitch a few hours ago. He saw Leo konked on the armchair, Donnie in the kitchen making more popcorn as a sleepy April scrolled through Netflix to find something else to play.

“—Well im gonna need you in a bit to measure again, probably tomorrow too”

Raph’s voice rang from behind where he was sat on the couch. Mikey looked back to see him talking to you and holding your arm extended.

“Remind me why I’m doing this again?” He asked mocked annoyed as he used his pointer and thumb to measure your arm.

“Because I wanna win $100 bucks at work” You laughed when he moved to your other arm to do the same.

“What fucking weird job makes an ugly Christmas sweater competition?” He used both his hand to grab your waist, using it as reference for the torso of the sweater.

Mikey raised a brow ridge, why had he felt a pulse of something when he saw his brother man handling you.

“Hey if I win you’ve got $50 waiting for you, so make it as ugly as possible.” You arched your neck when he wrapped a hand around your neck and mumble something, clearly mapping out the measurements in his head.

That, yeah that felt really weird in the bottom of Mikey’s stomach. Why did Raph have to loom over you, hand around your pretty neck and smiling to himself.

“Well come by this week, I’m gonna need you while I’m making it.” He finally let go of you, and it took a second of trying to think straight to not jump Raph.

“Mikey and I are playing that new game where you romance all the hot people—“

Donnie piped in, “Baldur’s Gate.” You threw him a finger gun for the assist.

“Well ya think you can detach yourself from numb nuts for a few minutes at a time?” He asked playfully.

“Well you’ve got her measurements what more do you need, dude?” Mikey finally spoke up, making Raph and you turn towards his groggy annoyed face. “I got an idea but I gotta re-adjust or re-make whatever don’t come out right.” He spoke matter of fact, his gaze was mocking him.

“I can’t just take breaks between.” You offered to ease the sudden tension in the air.

“I’m sure Mikey can survive five minutes without ya, right buddy?” He clamped both hands on your shoulders and smiled at his youngest brother. “Man quit being handsy with her.” It came out before he could really assess what his mouth had vomited out. Under a different tone of voice it could’ve been taken playfully but this was the full opposite.

“Chill man, I ain’t stealing ya girl.” He chuckled and if Mikey could blush he would. He glared at Raph, not noticing your own blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Looks like it since you wanna keep her all week.” He was getting up now, less groggy and more peeved than anything.

“Mike—“ Your voice was gentle trying to ease the fast approaching boiling tension in the air.

“Aww, Mikey’s worried his bestie’s gonna be my bestie all week? Man just let it go.” Raph wasn’t even remotely serious poking fun at his younger brother.

“Im not letting her go. She’s mine. She’s always been mine.” He shot a deep glare at Raph, who face quickly fell upon hearing those words.

It took a few seconds for Mikey to fully comprehend what he had said and the implication behind it. His eyes went wide, landing on your own wide eyes and the blush that scattered itself further down your chest.

Fuck, what had he done?

[mychlapci]

Hypnotize that old man!!! Maybe it’s a well-meaning attempt to help Ratchet relax or maybe it’s a decepticon plot to take him out of the game, I don’t care. There’s some pretty, twinkly music that plays in the medbay all the time. Soft and pleasant, the perfect background noise. Ratchet doesn’t know where it came from, and at first he’s suspicious and tries to find the source. But after an hour or so he “realizes” that he likes his pretty music and lets it go. Soon he’s playing it in his office, listening to it on internal audio when it mysteriously disappear from the medbay just as quickly as it arrived. Ratchet’s even playing it in recharge. He loves his special music, after all. It feels good to listen to his music, Ratchet wants to listen to his music all the time. He wants to feel good, and it feels good to listen to his music.

His music tells him not to worry about that brand new data-pad and its funny overlay. It’s a gift, and the overlays make him feel so good. Ratchet loves doing work on his new data-pad. He can’t help but grind against his chair, pawing mindlessly at his panels as the screen flickers and flares. Pretty pink colors melting right into his processor to Ratchet’s pretty pink music. Feeling so good as he slips deeper into his obedient trance with every passing day. Pussy soaked behind his panels, spike occasionally tinking against the inside of it when it tries to pressurize.

Ratchets music tells him over and over that medics deserve to feel good. Medics should be charged up and horny all the time, waiting to soothe their patients and feel so good. It’s good to soothe his patients. Overloads are good. Pretty pink music and pretty pink spirals help Ratchet feel so nice. Soon he’s walking around in a daze of charge, leaking lubricants into his closed panels as he does his job. Sneaking off to the supply closet or the washracks several times a shift to finger his desperate, dripping pussy to another mind numbing overload. But of course his panels are sticky and gross now.

When Ratchet’s music tells him to leave his panels open from now on, he doesn’t question it. He needs to be ready to soothe his patients. Ratchet needs to help them feel good and overload. Good medics give overloads and good medics love to overload. Fussy mechs are suddenly kissed into submission instead of yelled at, doctor’s skilled hands stroking at their spikes and nodes as they’re sloooowly lowered back down onto the berth. Usually they cum around the time they realize that Ratchet is pumping two fingers into his own pussy and moaning.

Ratchet feels weird about walking around with his dripping cunt on display and his spike jutting out, so his data-pad gives him new ideas. A cute little white skirt with red piping, like a little nurse’s uniform. It barely covers his jiggling aft and his hard spike keeps lifting the front up. Ratchet caps his spike to keep it out of the way, pussy still dripping arousal down his thighs as he swishes through the medbay. Now his patients can’t help but stare at his fat aft, too distracted with trying to see up his skirt to resist their treatment. Ratchet rewards his best behaved patients with his drenched valve, letting them slap and pinch his bouncing aft as he rides their spikes. His pretty pink music still playing on internal audio as they both overload.

Those fat tits come out next, swaying and jiggling against his chest. Ratchet’s patients love his big saggy boobies. They can’t stop sucking and kissing them, trying to pet his pussy while he strokes their spikes or fingers their needy holes. Ratchet’s data-pad helps him understand that clearly they want energon! His tits need to be bigger, bouncier, milkier. Ratchet can’t help but overloading as he gives himself the mods and activates the coding. He can’t keep his hands off of his big, warm titties… squeezing and teasing them. A pair of bright red nipple clamps keeps him horny and the milk where it belongs until a patient wants to suck on them.

Ratchet’s cunt stays drenched and his spike stays capped with a little medic’s cross decorating it. Swishy skirt flouncing and bouncing when he walks or rides a spike. He’s a perfect, needy, slutty bimbo nurse and he doesn’t even notice it. Anyone who wants to fuck him can, and they usually do. Ratchet loves helping his patients. Eventually they’ll snap him out of it, of course. The autobots need their CMO. But a quick “Hellooo nurse!” will put Ratchet right back under whenever he needs a chance to relaaaax

hrghh that’s so hot… One little “Hellooo nurse” and the autobots’ respected CMO turns into a ditzy, horny slut. Ratchet doesn’t mind, of course he’ll complain about it outside of the hypnosis, but even he can see just how good it is for him to let go for a few hours… It’s so fun to be just a cute little decoration for the medbay, titties out and cute skirt barely covering his ass.

I bet it’s such an experience to have the good nurse sit on your lap and grind into your spike while you’re helplessly attached to your energon drip, wondering whether you would rather lift the skirt up and see his horny pussy swallow your spike, or if you’d rather let it be a mystery, watching on as his little skirt gets wetter and wetter every time Ratchet squirts.

And Ratchet is sooo happy to be a pleasant warm hole for his patients, it makes him feel good to see his patients enjoy themselves, after all. Every overload makes his processor even fuzzier, anyone can just grab him and seat him on their spike and he wouldn’t even notice that he’d been manhandled in the first place, only that his holes were empty, and now they’re full <3

[unlucky-phantom]

Losing his spark: Cayde-6 x Solar Guardian reader

so, my first actual full fic. Don't get your hopes up, I've no idea if this is any good or makes any sense, tried to keep it as in character as possible. It's barely proofread and I'm only like 4 hours sleep so excuse any typos but fingers crossed it all makes some sense.

as always, have a good day lovlies and I hope you enjoy xoxox

WARNINGS: Death, injury detail, angst and violence under the cut, if you can't handle these please scroll away, I promise I'll write something fluffy and sweet.

Well, this wasn't going as expected.

Cayde and yourself had been trusted with what was supposed to be a simple in and out mission. Into the cabal stronghold, grab the intel (maybe shoot a few bad guys and look good doing it) then back to the tower in time for some piping hot ramen. His plan was flawless. or as you had called it "winging it".

Praise was reserved for quiet moments, whispers about how you were his favourite, how he had never seen such a bright solar spark in all his years at the tower, just so he could watch the blush bloom onto your cheeks and your smile. Oh, your smile, he would set aside what little pride and dignity he had to see it just once. You could point at any star in the night sky and if you asked, he would retrieve it for you. If only he had the guts to tell you this. He would eventually. He had plans, a clear summer night, hot ramen, something strong to drink with a nice kick. Just the two of you.

Well, you had always been overly cautious, but it worked surprisingly well for the pair of you. Cayde, the man with the plan and a slightly headstrong attitude and you, cautious and always with 6 back up plans. That's what he loved about you, of course, he wouldn't say that out loud, no, he had a reputation to maintain.

The mission was going well. the pair of you had crept into the cabal's stronghold unseen. Suspiciously easy. That's when all hell broke loose. The plan was lock tight. They shouldn't have known you were there but now both of you were up shit creek without a paddle...or a boat...or a life jacket. Someone must have tipped them off. Legionaries, phalanxes, gladiators, centurions, and war beasts surged out of every doorway and corridor. It was nothing either of you couldn't handle.

He thought.

As bullets flew the pair of you slowly drifted apart, swamped by cabal, the well-oiled machine the pair of you were when fighting started to rust. Soon you were just a distant blur of solar energy. His little firefly, his solar flare. He couldn't stand and watch though, as shot after shot was fired from his trusty hand cannon into the swam of red.

The ambush was thinning, he knew the pair of you would pull through you always did.

Then he felt it.

As if a part of his own light was ripped from his very being. A tidal wave that rocked the whole room, he had to catch himself from being thrown against the wall as the pure light that surged through the area bowled him over, knocking the wind out of him. No. Not you.

The red tide didn't stop, but the surprise of the explosion gave him the perfect window to see the despair as your ghosts shattered shell, lightless, scattered across the floor. The scream trapped in your throat as the gladiator speared you onto its cabal serverus blade, the stench of searing flesh permeating the air, the way your legs buckled, and body thudded against the floor as the gladiator kicked you off its blade.

The war beast that clamped down onto his left arm causing him to drop his hand cannon was first to feel his retribution. Snapping out of his trance he grits his teeth, throwing the war beast with such force it dented the steel wall behind him and grabbing ace he reloads and unleashes hell. Shot after shot echoed over the roaring screams of the cabal. Bones crunched, tendons snapped and popped until all that was left was the gladiator, your body at its feet in a gasping crumpled mess.

Cayde saw red. He doesn't know how many rounds he pumped into the gladiator. He doesn't remember ripping its jaw apart as he screams in pure unbridled anger. He doesn’t remember being beating it into a bloody unrecognisable mess.

The red tide was now a red sea. Cayde had spilt enough blood in his lifetime, and he would spill more in future. But now wasn't the time to dwell on his crimson-stained past.

It was Sundance who snapped him out of his anger, his body tense, chest heaving. "Cayde....they need you" Sundance says quietly.

Cayde is at your side in an instant, hand barely able to cover the ragged wound in your abdomen as he pulls you onto his lap. "No no no no no" he mumbles his hand instantly soaked in your blood. You had always been a paragon of strength, the pair of you often rough and tumbling in the tower, sparring in the training room, but now in his arms you felt fragile, body trembling as you gulped for air.

"h-hey" you rasped weakly a pained smile on your face. "We...we sure showed them."

He choked on his words "Yeah, we sure did”.

"I’m sorry"

Why were you apologising? You shouldn't be apologising. He should have been beside you; he should have been better; he should have done more. It should have been him. His thoughts fly a million miles an hour.

"Don't you dare apologise" he rasps, his voice synthesiser becoming more staticky.

"I'm sorry we couldn't have been more" you whisper, his hands stroke your hair as he rocks you gently.

"Wasn’t supposed to be like this. Was supposed to take you back home, treat you real nice" he growls in frustration. He couldnt loose you, not now. Not after there was so much he wanted to do, so many words left unsaid. He had saved so many cheesy pick up plines, so many date ideas, crimson day, festival of the lost, the dawning festival.

He had plans for every single one with you beside him. He removes your helmet, if he was going to say this if he was going to hold you in your final moments, he wanted to see those eyes he loved so much. the ones he would think about late at night, the ones he longed to see when he would turn in bed to the emptiness of cold sheets. Sheets that would remain cold. That would never see your warmth.

"Oh yeah? tell…Tell me about it" You begin to cough, and his arms tighten around you, he can feel the visceral rattling gurgle that accompanies each breath and he knows it will haunt him.

"Was gonna take you to that ramen spot in the city, you know, the really nice one in the city, has the pretty lanterns outside? yeah, I’d get you whatever you wanted, on me, really spoil you. Then I’d take you to our spot-"

"That little overlook on the city wall?" your voice, quiet and scratchy barely reaches his audio receptors.

He nods smiling through the pain to keep you relaxed, he had time to scream and shout and cry later, right now you were the only important thing "that's the one. Bring with us a little something to drink and watch the sunset. Maybe we would have a little slow dance under the stars. Always said I’d take you dancing one day didn't I?" the static in his voice was becoming more prominent as he had to force the words out, willing his body to stop trembling, trying to comfort you.

“Sounds nice”

“Then I'd tell you everything, everything I should have told you months ago” he mumbles burring his face in your hair, if he could cry he's sure he would be in floods, just another reason he despised his exo body.

“It's okay, I knew”.

“You knew?”

You weakly nod and struggle to put on a smile, bloody lips barely managing to up turn, your face was pale. You were fading fast, trickling through his fingers like sand and no matter how hard he tried it was like trying to catch water with a siv. “Always knew. I love you to”.

He can feel your faint heartbeat getting harder and harder to pick up under his blood-soaked fingers.

“I love you”.

Sundance didn’t have the heart to tell him they were already gone before he said those three words. She wasn’t ever going to tell him.

You knew.

You had always known.

Traveler help the poor bastard who tipped off the cabal about their arrival. Because no force within the known galaxy could protect them from Cayde-6

[chickensarentcheap]

A little flashback (as I attempt to get my muse going)

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And anyone and everyone else, of course :)

Excerpt from Never Gonna Be Alone

It’s so many things. Tucking littles into bed and telling bedtime stories and rubbing upset tummies and comforting the sobs that come with nightmares; changing wet bed sheets in the middle of the night when the smallest ones have accidents. And it’s seeing him fast asleep on the couch with little bodies surrounding him; napping on his chest and tucked under his arms. THAT’S when he’s most attractive; the little moments of a big, strong man being a daddy.

“Why are you staring at me?” Tyler asks, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth; locks of hair falling across his forehead as he keeps his attention riveted on the ongoing ‘construction project’ in front of him.

It’s a yearly tradition ever since a five year old Millie came up with the idea of a gingerbread house contest; each child creating their own -the smallest of kids allowed help- and an outside and impartial ‘judge’ picking the winner. To the victor goes the spoils; allowed to choose what food they want delivered or picked up, and the two Christmas themed movies the family watch before lights out.

“I’m not staring,” Esme replies, as Takota plucks a gumdrop out of the palm of her hand and carefully attaches it to his creation. “I’m admiring.”

“What? My gingerbread house?”

“MY gingerbread house,” Brooklyn corrects, her father’s fingers wrapped around her wrist as he aides in adding swirls of frosting to the roof; splitting his attention between her and Addie. “You’re just my assistant.”

“Sounds like something your mom would say.”

“Everyone knows mommy’s the boss,” Takota pipes up. “EVERYONE. They just let you think YOU are.”

“You know, you guys are awfully cocky and savage for people that still need help wiping their asses sometimes.”

“It’s butts, daddy,” Addie says. “The A word is a bad word, remember? We’re not allowed to say ‘asses’.” Her eyes widen and she clamps a hand over her mouth. “Ooops.”

Tyler grins. “That was totally intentional and I know it.”

Addie giggles. “Maybe it was. Hey look…” she slams a palm coated in frosting into a bowl of candy, then lifts her hand out for all to see. “....I got Skittles pox!”

Esme sighs. “Have kids they said, it’ll be fun they said.”

“For the record, no one has EVER said that. Not once, in the entire history of civilization, has ANYONE ever said having kids would be fun. Making them? Absolutely. Having them? Whole other ballgame. And you…” Tyler addresses Addie, taking hold of her hand and making her giggle once more when he sucks icing and candy off two of her fingers. “...clean your hand.”

“Can I clean it by eating the stuff off it?”

“Whatever. Do what you want. I give up.”

Esme reaches for a nearby mug of tea and takes a swallow. “As fabulous as your gingerbread house is…”

“It's BROOKLYN'S gingerbread house,” Addie stresses, and happily uses her mouth to clear the icing and candy off her palm. “Daddy is merely her employee.”

“...I was actually admiring YOU,” Esme continues. “You happen to be very attractive when you’re in ‘daddy mode’.”

“Yeah? How attractive?”

“Extremely.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, then dips her finger into the container of icing; eyes locked on his as she slips the digit into her mouth and proceeds to suck off the sugary substance.

A grin tugs at the corners of his lips and spreads slowly across his face. “That attractive, huh?”

“Mmmhmmm.” She pulls her finger out of her mouth with a pop; using the tip of her tongue to clear away the remaining icing that rests on the tip.

“You’re evil.”

[tadpolesonalgae]

Chapter 5

A/N: Please defer to warning section in Chapter 1

-Chapter 4- -Chapter 6-

“Rhysand,” you greet with a smile as you open the door for him.

As usual, he opens his arms, wrapping them around your waist as he presses a kiss to your neck, ignoring what’s probably the very prominent scent of arousal that’s almost always clinging to you.

But you don’t miss the small sniff he gives your throat, nosing at your skin before pulling away. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen Cassian at all have you? He seems to have gotten himself into a spot of trouble.” His hands are still resting on your waist, where Cassian’s had been mere minutes ago.

“You mean to tell me you didn’t come here for the pleasure of my company, Rhys?” You tease, closing the door before walking down the narrow hallway, bypassing the stairs and turning right into the kitchen. The High Lord follows silently on cat-soft feet.

“Haven’t seen him.” You shrug apologetically, moving over to the counter, “tea?” He nods his head in confirmation, leaning against the kitchen table, eyes running over you while you’re turned away, thinking about the short moment Cassian had let him inside his head, seeing through his mind’s eye.

A muscle ticks in his jaw at the memory of it. How Cassian had taunted him, letting him in just as he got a taste of you. Not even that long ago, you’d been splayed across your bed, hand in Cassian’s hair, tugging his mouth closer, encouraging him to suckle at your clit. He needs to know what it was like to taste your sex, have you release on his tongue.

If he bent you over right now, would you truly protest, or would spread your legs for him, too? His hand fists on the table, needing to get his scent under control.

Maybe he should just take you… From the insight he got from Az, it sounds like something you’d like. He knows you would enjoy it. How good he could make you feel…how tight you’d clamp down on him. He could make you scream.

“Any life changing decisions you’ve come to since yesterday?” He asks as you bring his mug over, full of tea. He takes it, fingers brushing yours though he gives no indication to him realising it. You take a sip from your own mug, leaning against the counter opposite him, “other than quitting permanently…no idea. Maybe I’ll travel about for a bit. See what the males are like in other courts.” Your eyes flick to his violet pair over the rim of your mug, “I hear in the Autumn Court they have fire in their veins…”

His eyes spark with something at your bait. “Is that so…?” He asks casually, taking a sip from his own mug. Hopefully, Azriel will be dealing with Cassian now—your bedroom will be free. He wonders… He might have entertained the idea if he wasn’t vaguely concerned about what the Shadowsinger might do in retaliation. Though he can’t bring himself to feel bad about the plan they’re already forming. How little Cassian will get to enjoy what they have in store for him.

You nod your head, oblivious to the inner workings of his mind, content to have him in your kitchen, chatting over piping cups of tea. “I think I might be able to find what I’m looking for over there…”

A flicker of emotion spills through the mental bond he keeps open between him, Cass, and Az. A spark of terror accompanied by an ember of glittering rage through a separate bridge. He has to fight his wince at the mess Cassian has managed to get himself into. The mess he’ll soon be reduced to, if Azriel has anything to do with it. He might need to stop in later to make sure the male will be in working condition for when their plan commences. They can’t have him passing out half way through…that would ruin the fun.

Though perhaps you would like it. He’s still recovering from the comment you made before falling asleep, warning him not to tease you with the promise of slipping between your thighs while you were unconscious. As if you would enjoy that violation.

So many appetising surprises to you.

“It wouldn’t a be permanent move, would it?” He asks abruptly, setting his tea down on the table to watch you intently. You pointedly look away, drinking deeply from your own mug to avoid answering.

“Would it?” He repeats, voice dropping to that controlled drawl. Violence dripping from his tongue at the idea of you relocating to another court. That wouldn’t do at all.

You smile at him, but he doesn’t relax. You scoff, “no, Rhys. It wouldn’t be permanent. The look on your face was worth the suggestion though. You looked murderous!” He should be concerned how lightly you take his fury. Though, maybe he should be thankful you’re not scared off by it.

He resists the urge to close the distance between you and press another kiss to your neck, just to remind himself of your scent. Once is acceptable, as a greeting. He can’t do it again. And he’s better than Cassian…he can control himself around you.

Though you certainly seem to prefer the opposite.

“No,” you murmur softly. “I love it here, Rhys. Velaris is…special, to me. Like you are.” He eyes you warily now, but you’re focused on your tea, staring into the mug as if it will reveal secrets to you. “You all are. And I’m not sure I say it enough…” You look up at him, gripping your cup tightly before sighing and setting it down on the counter, mirroring his stance. “You’re all so dear to me. You’ve always been so accommodating, and—” You take a moment to regulate your breathing, drying the wetness in your eyes.

How absurd it is. Cassian was between your legs not too long ago, gifting you with what was easily one of the better orgasms of your life, and now the High Lord is in your kitchen, drinking tea with you, and you’re getting all emotional. Absurd indeed.

But he’s already moving, striding across the floor as his arms wrap around your shoulders as he tugs you to his chest. Maybe he’s not as controlled as he thought. You have that effect on all of them, though.

His fingers thread through your hair and your arms wrap tentatively around his waist. “As long as it’s not permanent, I think we can manage. We can either fly or winnow. It’s not the end of the world.” He murmurs, hating your silence as you tamp down the emotion. “Besides, if you’re ever gone too long I can guarantee one of us will seek you out and drag you back. Even if you’re kicking and screaming.” It draws a quiet laugh from you and he knows you don’t understand how sincere he’s being. The darker meaning beneath his bladed words.

You push away from him enough to give him a cheeky smile, “three of the kindest, sweetest and most handsome males I’ve ever met making me kick and scream? Sounds like my kind of night.”

Mother save him.

He isn’t nearly as disciplined as he thought.

He steps into you, hands dropping to your thighs as he hoists you up onto the counter, your eyes widening. It would be so easy to bind you with his power, pin your hands behind your back so you couldn’t try to shove him off should he push your thin night robe up over your thighs. And Cassian’s done all the preparation for him…you’re probably still nice and wet…wet and warm, all for him to bury his cock into you. Fuck you until you can’t speak, just desperately clinging onto him.

Your hands grip onto his upper arms with the sudden movement, and you stare at him in surprise. He’s usually so gentle—maybe you imagined the bite of his fingertips in your thighs. But when your eyes land on his, you know you don’t imagine the hunger in them, as if he’s really considering taking you on the kitchen counter.

You open your mouth to— you don’t know. But he’s already banished that starving ache from his gaze, as if it was never there to begin with. His hands grip your hips lightly, just as he leans down, pressing his lips to your hair. “You know we feel the same,” he murmurs, hand bringing your head to rest on his shoulder, thumb stroking back and forth gently.

“Maybe we should all do something together. Besides sitting and chatting. It’s so rare any of us have enough free time to spend with one another, and even when we do, it’s difficult to get it to align.” You nod. Between Rhys being High Lord, Cassian being his General and Azriel being his Spymaster… Mixing that with your night shifts makes things difficult.

“I’d like that. But…” you trail off.

“What?” He pushes, pulling back to look at you.

“It’d feel like a goodbye. I know I might be moving away for a bit, travelling the Courts, but doing something so…final, feels scary. Like it’s a turning point. I don’t want that.” You admit, softly.

“You don’t have to go,” he reminds gently, cupping your cheek. “I’m not kicking you out, and certainly neither of the others are.” But you shake your head. “I need a purpose again. I’ve been here for nearly three centuries, doing the same thing over and over. I need something to make me want again,” you confess.

You feel the urge to shift the conversation out of its current course. You don’t like these sorts of conversations. Even with the three of them, they’re difficult. So you give into the urge, forcing a lighthearted grin to your lips. “I’ve got an idea, Rhys…”

That damned grin.

That damned, fucking, grin.

Heat builds between his legs, enough he shifts back so you can’t feel him against your centre. Just a little longer, he reminds himself. Just a little longer, and you’ll be theirs.

“I don’t like that smile,” he drawls, the declaration dripping with teasing wariness. Your hands move to settle on his forearms, his senses awakening to your touch, “I think we should all have some fun. You used to fuck around each other, didn’t you?” Your fingers trace patterns onto the sleeves of his dark, crisp shirt, and his mouth dries up. If only you knew how much of a fucking tease you were being.

“Careful,” he purrs, if only because his restraint is fraying dangerously thin. “Didn’t Cassian warn you about what would happen if we were all set on one female?”

You laugh, lightly smacking his forearm as you break eye contact.

He’s well accustomed to this dance. The waltzing between friendship and flirting. He’s not even sure if you’re completely aware of what you do. Of suggesting everything but giving nothing.

You’ve had them hooked for a while now.

“I wasn’t volunteering myself, don’t worry Rhys,” you smile, and he forces himself to think clearly. “I wouldn’t put myself in that sort of situation.”

You sound breathless.

Are you…?

Think clearly, Rhysand. You’re making things up.

So he offers up one of his practiced smiles, designed to put people at ease. To charm them into doing his bidding. “There’s a first time for everything, dear.”

“I wouldn’t want to come between you three,” you reply, stepping carefully now. You’re not quite sure what’s happening, but your instincts are nagging that something’s off with him.

It’s probably his work load making him antsy again.

For once, you don’t make the offer to relieve that stress—fearing he might actually take you up on it this time. You’re already up to your waist in water, with the curveball Cassian threw you earlier tonight. You’ll be out of your depth soon, if you aren’t careful.

He forces himself to lessen his grip on you, sensing your hesitance. Your uncertainty. “You needn’t worry about that,” he says instead, “we’ve had over five hundred years to grow with one another. I doubt there’s anything that could pull us apart.” Except if you chose only one of them.

But you smile, and poke at his ribs, “how adorable the three of you are.” He follows the cue dutifully, stepping away from you, allowing you to hop off the counter.

Just a little longer, he reminds himself.

He can wait.

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

requests are open?? umm,, yes please! i love your writing so much!!!

“...” “...” “do you want to kiss?” “yeah.” with jake, but jake’s the one asking as opposed to his usual just going for it.

Az, you are wonderful!! My inbox is always open for you <33 and everyone else!!

Prompt under the cut

Jake seresin x bestfriend!reader

word count: I have no idea probs around 1k??

warnings- nothing really, just tooth rotting fluff :)

Being with Jake was…normal. It was a natural to love him, to laugh or smile when he was around. He had that old school charm, whether he learnt it from his parents or just had it in him naturally. It never went unnoticed in a room full of people. It had never been awkward or silent with him, he always found a way to slither his way into a new conversation. It was natural being friends with Jake seresin, but sometimes you wished you were more.

You sat on the couch of your living room once dinner had been taken care of; Jake had asked his mother for the recipe of a favourite childhood meal of his.

You sat on the couch of your living room once dinner had been taken care of; Jake had asked his mother for the recipe of a favourite childhood meal of his.

He wasn’t the best at cooking but man could he cook a good meal when he was determined. It received many praises across the dinner table, the man was blushing, hard before he could even take his first bite.

All of you were a couple of glasses of wine in, slightly tipsy but not drunk enough to not be able to drive home. You sat next to Jake, calves extended to rest on his thighs, one his hands was warmly resting on top of it, motioning them up and down as you slowly doze off on the back of the couch.

“Looks like someone is asleep.” Rooster piped up from the foot of the sofa, reaching up to cover your exposed shoulders with the blanket that was hanging off of you.

Everyone slowly fell silent, quietly gathering themselves and their things; saying their goodbyes to Jake, who had managed to get to the door without waking you.

Once everyone had poured out of the house, Jake dimmed the lights of living room and the rest of the house. A thing you liked to do when you were trying to sleep or work, which usually ended with you dozing off on the couch. The blinding lights were not something you were the biggest fan of when you randomly wake up in the middle of the night.

Jake made his way towards you, carefully picking up a few glasses of wine that were left and a few bowls. Placing them in the kitchen sink before returning back to your sleeping figure.

He contemplated whether to wake you or take you straight to your room. The thought of you panicking over sleeping in your makeup and yesterday’s clothes the next morning is something he did not want to see.

So, as any good roommate would do, he snaked his arms under your legs and back and charged towards your bedroom. Carefully, making sure that he doesn’t slip on anything, he opened the door to your room across the hall. Your arms unconsciously hooked to his neck, tucking yourself in his chest just as he is about to lower you into your bed. One knee on the mattress while the other is

He moved back just a little to give you some space, but your hands stay anchored to his neck. Lowering him into you as you try to get comfortable without realising the hold you have on him.

He fully loses his balance with one tug of your hands, collapsing on top of you with a grunt, causing you to wake up with a groan.

“Ughh, what the-“

“Sorry-shit, sorry, I was trying to get you into bed but you just…didn’t let go.” He repeated getting off the thick mattress only to fall back clumsily on his ass.

You laughed, a little too loud than you’d meant to. He shoots you a glare and you clamp your lips together only to let out a fit of giggles as he tries getting up.

“Don’t…laugh at me, y/n/n,” you wear a shit eating grin while he fumes, failing to hide the smile behind the faux anger.

“You wanna laugh? Oh yeah I’ll show you how to laugh.”

In a brink he is climbing the bed, crawling towards you as his hands dash towards your sides. Holding onto them as his fingers work their way up and down them. You struggle to pry him away, laughing while spewing out pleas, thrashing around in his arms.

“No, Jake! No, stop!” Your breaths are getting heavier, chest rising and falling rapidly when he finally stops, holding your hands above your head to try and stop you from ripping his precious hair out that you had tried to pull in order to get him off.

He looks in your eyes, really looks. In a way no one has done before, you wonder whether the gold and emeralds specks were there when you met him for the first time. Or was it the lights? Why does he look so beautiful? The soft light of your room shines brightly off the mop of golden locks, creating a halo on his head.

There a moment of breathlessness between you, chest heaving as two breaths become one. You can smell the wine on his, while your is a little fruity, probably from the mango juice you had earlier.

You’re not sure if you are imagining it or not, but you can swear confidently on your left kidney that you saw his eyes shift to your lips, just an inch. Your eyes follow his lips, pretty pink and chapped.

“…”

“…”

You see them shift again, this time, it’s not tentative or carefully done. He stares at your lips for a moment longer than he should have. Hoping you would get the hint. But you don’t, instead, you are busy admiring the way he looks from this view, the warm light bouncing off him as his eyes shine. Beads of sweat making him glow.

“Can I kiss you?”

The question snaps you out of your daydream. Eyes widening at the carefully put question, you open your mouth, but nothing comes out. You hope that he wouldn’t take it as a rejection, so you nod. Shaking your head up and down to indicate that he could.

“Use your words, sweetheart.” He commands gently, pushing a hair out of your face. His touch is hot, burning. Marking you in its wake.

You try again, closing your eyes to take a breath before muttering;

“Yes please.”

His lips latch onto yours like an anchor to the deep sea. Drowning in them, gently weaving it’s way through them before you are gasping for breaths, opening your mouth to let some air through and before you know it his tongue has swiped a taste of your sweet mouth, moaning at the taste.

He breaks away from you, a string of spit still keeping the two of you connected as his mouth is only centimetres away from yours, noses touching. Your hands somehow have found their way into his hair, as one drops down to his face; you realise he is shaking, holding his entire weight on his hands as he stays on top of you. His skin hot, flaming in a cherry red that has coloured both of your ears red.

“Wanna do it again?”

“Yes, please”

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Chapter 1- Different |La Squadra x Reader|

Warning: strong language, sexual conversations, threats. MA.

Living a life of violence and crime was a thing that you've grown accustomed to living in Naples, Italy, for so long. You yourself committed crimes, using your stand to cover up and evidence, but now you found yourself an active member of the underground criminal underground. Activity: You were a part of a hit man team, being given a few offers you couldn't refuse.

Refusing.. you found yourself refusing, but Risotto kept his composure. All the men seemed to as you were convinced to not only join this team that consisted of six members and one leader, but you seemingly got roped into being a girlfriend to all seven of them. Then you got moved out of your apartment, your stuff being packed as Risotto permanently moved you into the base. You weren't afraid. You never felt fear towards them. You felt annoyed to be dating seven men, and you were annoyed to be forced to work as a team now. These men.. if you didn't hold your own, they would walk all over you. That was clear.

"So Y/N," Formaggio muttered as he leaned forward, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he looked at you, green eyes red and gloosy due to his after work celebration. "How the fuck you know Leaky Eye Luca girl? You need to tell us stuff about yourself, we wanna know you." He smirked, taking a puff of his cigarette, blowing the smoke towards you.

You sat across from him, your eyes on him as you slightly wrinkled up your nose, not being a fan of the thick smoke cloud that wrapped around your face. "I used to sell drugs for him," you told him, causing Formaggio to tilt his head to the side slightly, seeming intrigued suddenly.

"You ever fuck him?" Illuso questioned, a smirk appearing on his face as he looked you up and down.

"No," you replied, more annoyance than calmness in your tone as you spoke to Illuso. After being here only a few days, you already hated Illuso, being annoyed at Risotto for making you date Illuso too. Most of these men really annoyed you so far. You weren't really clicking with anyone aside from Melone, the crazy clingy men always being what you usually went for anyway.

"You can only fuck us now anyways, don't let me catch you cheating. I would hate to have to knock your teeth down your throat," Illuso told you, his threat causing you to roll his eyes. "Girl, watch the attitude. I mean what the fuck I say."

"You were literally at the strip club last night, and I know what happens at those low lighting strip clubs," you told Illuso, causing him to glare, cutting his red eyes at you. "You idiot."

Melone suddenly piped in, his hand clamping down on your thigh. "You aren't going to hit her Illuso, and Y/N isn't going to run around and cheat. Just trust her, and don't put ideas into her head." He always seemed to step up and defend you. That's why you already had sex with him.

You've already had sex with Risotto, Melone, and Formaggio. With Illuso and Prosciutto you’ve just given them head. Ghiaccio and Pesci.. nothing, which was fine. You didn't really find yourself having any meaningful relationship with these men anyway. This was.. business, you saw this as simply business. Of course you would be loyal, you've only fucked two men in the past before getting involved in all of this, being awkward with men and preferring sex toys or the occasional rare escort. You were kind socially awkward, even when selling drugs or committing disgusting crimes you kept quiet tried to be as quick as possible.

"The strip club is what men do in our profession, alright? It's where we conduct business. You just fucking stay here and mind your business like a good little housewife should," Illuso snapped at you, his smirk appearing back on his lips. "You're a woman.. stay in a woman's place alright?"

"I'm not a fucking housewife," you snapped at him. "You know, I've killed people before. I could be taken ser-"

"Women shouldn't be in the mafia, out with all the men doing dirty work. It isn't good for business," Prosciutto chimed in as he walked into the base living room, shutting you down as he always seemed to. "Your stand is very strong, useful, but your work is behind the scenes, and it'll stay that way." He sat down next to you. "Risotto told you that you wouldn't be killing anymore. You killed due to lack of self-control. Also, your refusal to even show your stand.. come on Y/N. Be happy with your place."

You turned to face him, cutting your eyes at him. You didn't kill because you didn't have any self-control.. well, sometimes you killed due to your line of work. These men outside of the mafia that buy drugs have tried stuff on you, so you kill them. If you read the paper and you see a rapist got out, then you kill them. You see a violent homeless man? Kill him. A man cuts you in line? Follow him home and kill him. The funny thing is you've only ever killed men. No woman ever tried to hurt you or short change you. Still, you made sure never to fuck with the mafia, Risotto finding you was a mere stupid mistake on your part. You should of tried to run, but he didn't try and hurt you so you just let him take you.

You were a fighter, but not with these men, really.. you kind of picked your battles, and Risotto mentioned to you that Prosciutto was second in command, so you didn't want to argue with him unless necessary. He was.. too dominant, too bossy for his own good. Formaggio told you Prosciutto had three ex-wives, and they all filed to leave him.. you could see why. Prosciutto was hot, but he was extremely conservative, thought the men call it "old school," whatever that means.

You wanted to say something smart to Prosciutto, but you couldn't think of anything. You also felt intimidated by him. Prosciutto intimidated you more than Risotto did. Maybe it was because you found him highly physically attractive. "Whatever."

Prosciutto seemed to be annoyed with your reply, but he ignored it, instead deciding to continue, "Well, you are our.. girlfriend now? I guess it could be called that, and that means you need to stay home and listen to us. Be good and be submissive."

"First key to submission is to take your clothes off and strip for us," Illuso told you. You heard the flick of Prosciuttos lighter as he lit up a cigarette.

"Slow your fucking roles," you snapped at them, causing Prosciutto to smack your thigh. You felt a dull sting but you had no reaction, the smack causing only a slight tingle to your pussy. "Don't be like that."

Prosciutto sat back, puffing away at his cigarette. "This is just how things have always been, and it's how things should be. You'll be fine, we're going to take care of you."

You did not want to be taken care of - you missed your old studio apartment and how lonely you always were. But, you had to look at some pros. You got better weed now. You could be happy about that, and you really liked Melone a lot. Also, you had a feeling Risotto would let you kill pretty soon, and that made you feel another tingle.

You shrugged, causing Illuso to let out a laugh. "Fuck you're so quiet, you need to learn how to speak to up more. Why don't you tell us about all those crimes you committed? You are ours now after all, we wanna know you," Illuso told you, causing you to glare at him. "Still nothing? You can't just keep only telling Melone shit. How are we supposed to trust you? You could be wearing a wire right now." It was clear Illuso wasn't being serious, wanting to mess with you.

"She's not wearing a fucking wire, Risotto knows everywhere she goes. Stop talking out of your fucking ass," Prosciutto told Illuso. "No cop is gonna fucking be suspicious of her, they'll just think she's a clueless girlfriend."

You turned your head towards Ghiaccio, his eyes on his computer as he busily typed away, not paying the group any attention. Risotto was in his office, and you had no clue where Pesci was, but you assumed that he was in the dining room as he always was.

"Who's staying here with her tonight? I'm going home tonight, I gotta go to the dentist tomorrow," Melone spoke, causing you to instantly look at him, seeming upset. "Well, I can take you with me. Want to come with me? I would love to take you. Just come home with me."

You were close to saying yes when Prosciutto suddenly spoke up, "You've been with her every waking second for the past five days. Take a break, I'll stay with her tonight." Your frown deepened. "Oh, stop with that pouting. You need to be a girlfriend to all of us, not just Melone."

"I call dibs tomorrow night," Formaggio replied, putting his cigarette butt in the crystal ashtray that rested in the middle of the dark wooden coffee table. "She likes me. See how she ain't frown more?"

You shrugged at Formaggio, causing him to give you a grin. "I don't really care who stays with me if it isn't Melone." You then turned towards Prosciutto. "I want to be an assassin. Behind the scenes is boring."

"Didn't I say no or are you fuckin' deaf?" Prosciutto snapped. "Goddamnit woman, when the man says no it means no."

"Is the man right here in the room with us?" You questioned, causing Prosciutto to immediately smack you upside the head. "You literally just concussed me." You felt a dull ache, but you were just being dramatic. He didn't concuss you.

"Stop being dramatic. That hardly hurt. Learn to watch your mouth, you keep pissing me off," Prosciutto snapped at you as he stood up. "Now stop questioning me, I'll be back in a few hours."

As Prosciutto began to walk away, you spoke, "Where do you think you're going? I don't remember you asking for my permission." Maybe if you showed him how annoying it was when he controlled you, he would stop.

He froze, turning back around as he looked down at you, his feet slowly starting to step back towards you. As his hand balled into a fist, Melone stood up, blocking Prosciutto from getting to you. "Just go Prosciutto, she's kidding."

"I am a grown man, I am in charge of you. You aren't in charge of me. You are beneath me in every way," Prosciutto snapped at you, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're a woman. You're our woman, meaning you just shut up and listen always. That's your job. Understand that girl?"

You shrugged your shoulders at him, causing him to glare at you one last time before turning away, walking out the front door and slamming it shut.

"Goddamnit Y/N," Formaggio snapped at you, pointing a finger at you. "You've gotta stop pissing him off. If you wanna fuck with someone fuck with Illuso or Ghiaccio."

"Don't tell her to fucking bother me," Ghiaccio suddenly snapped, his dark eyes glaring at Formaggio. "She's not bothering me at all, I want to keep it that way!" He turned his attention back to his computer, completely ignoring your existence. In Ghiaccios eyes it was as if you weren't even a person, just a prop that he seems to not be interested in. Fuck it, fine by you. He seemed like a total jack ass.

"Bother me, and I'll stick my dick in your mouth," Illuso told you, causing you to immediately stand up. "Come on, I'm joking around!" As he reached forward to grab you, you shook your head, walking past him, shaking your head once more as you felt his hand smack your ass, a loud pop sound filling the air.

"Stupid," you called out as you walked into your bedroom, softly closing the door. You let a low sigh escape your lips as you walked over to your desk, sitting down at the leather rolling chair that was slightly pushed out. You sighed, closing your eyes as you leaned back in the chair - this new life was definitely an adjustment for you. Aside from Melone and Formaggio, these men were not very likable. Maybe you were judging too hard. Or maybe you were right. Or maybe you were just insane.

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By Any Means ║ Part 4

Pairing: Joel Miller x *f!reader

Word Count: 1.6k+

Summary: being split up, you learn you really need to watch your back. It's a good thing Ellie's there to do it for you

Warnings/Tags: tlou hbo spoilers, trauma, canon level violence, cursing, mentions of death, mentions of guns, knife being used, a stinky man, injury, ellie's a little mean, but also protective ellie🥰, again I promise there's a little fluff too

a/n: appreciate you all, thank you🤍

*no real description of reader or gender as far as I know but I've written it with a female reader in mind

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“Joel!” The rubble in the doorway collapses and Ellie only just manages to push herself through. You’d told him the rubble in the doorway wasn’t stable, but of course his stubborn ass is always right. Now you’re split up with no other obvious way through.

“I’m alright! Are you-“

“We’re okay,” you help pull Ellie back onto her feet, faintly checking her over to make sure she is in fact alright.

“Okay. Just-just stay there, I’ll find a way around!”

“Be careful!”

“Don’t die!” You give Ellie a stern look, one that says, ‘why would you say something like that?!’ She gives you an exasperated look when she speaks again, this time with a little attitude, “what? Do you want him to die?”

“Just stay here. I’m going to check the place out, see if there’s any supplies.” Gently, you shove a table that barricades the only other exit out of the way.

“Great idea. Leave the kid all alone.” Ellie speaks quietly and sarcastically as she throws herself down on an old chair, a plume of dust making her cough lightly. You only roll your eyes, opening the door just enough to slip through. You choose not to respond to Ellie, instead just descending the rusted staircase that leads into a rather large café. You briefly look around before you start searching cabinets. The unexpected time alone gives you a second to think.

It’s been days since your unexpected reunion with Joel and his new companion, who had somewhat taken an instant disliking towards you. She was mean for a fourteen year old. Why had she hated you before you’d even stopped to get to know each other? You’d barely even had a conversation. It all makes you miss Sarah. You miss her sarcasm and her laugh, and the way you’d bonded with each other. It makes you sad she isn’t here, only a small part of you is glad she didn’t have to see the world this way.

You’re swimming in your thoughts, too distracted to hear the person sneaking up behind you until it’s too late. You whip around at the sound of crunching glass, but the man pounces before you have a chance to draw a weapon. You fall hard on the ground, the man’s weight on top of you forcing you down face first. It hurts, you can feel shards of glass cut into your skin, and you’re panicking. You’re wildly trying to swing behind you, attempting to push your body up and get the guy off of you. Now you’re shouting, near on screaming as the guy manages to pin one of your arms behind your back. You wish you’d just stayed with the kid or that you’d been more through like you normally are. You can feel the press of cold metal against your neck and your entire body freezes, your eyes clamping shut. Maybe this is it, maybe this time your luck has run out. You don’t even hear what the horrid man says, only feeling—and smelling—his breath on your face as he talks. It feels like everything goes silent for a second before you hear a familiar yell, and then the weight on top of you is gone. 

Now it’s like everything is in slow motion, you look up and see the man fumbling to get back onto his feet. He’s holding a hand to his head that’s now oozing bright red blood. You turn behind you and see a shocked Ellie holding a pipe that has a wet shine towards the end. Quickly, your fighting instincts come flooding back, you grab for the knife your assailant had dropped. You’re struggling to get up, but you don’t hesitate for a moment as you sink the knife into the man’s neck, removing it before sinking it back into a different part of his body and again. It’s violent and scary, but it’s protective and instinctual.

It’s only when the stranger's body is limp, blood pooling onto the surrounding floor, that you snap out of your survival instincts. It’s not the first life you’ve taken, and it certainly won’t be the last, but that doesn’t make it any easier. You can feel the way you’re trembling now, your chest heaves, and then you remember Ellie.

“You okay?” You rush over, crouching in front of her and checking her over, this time much more thoroughly. The previous dislike toward each other completely gone in that moment.

“I’m fine, you’re the one that’s hurt.” Ellie swings her backpack off and crouches down as you move to sit on the ground. You lean against the nearest upright surface, you know you should get somewhere safer, but you need a minute to close your eyes and just breathe. You can hear Ellie rummage in her pack and finally pulls out some something.

“We should move. There could be others.” You can feel pain sprouting in your ribs, and you faintly remember the guy’s fist colliding with the area. Your head hurts too, you really did hit the ground like a ton of bricks.

“I think if there were others they would be here already, you were screaming pretty loud. Surprised there’s not clickers from miles off running to us right now.” Her sarcasm makes you laugh this time, but it quickly turns into a pained groan, and you clutch at your ribs.  “Stay still.”

You feel the sharp sting in your face as Ellie presses something to your face, your eyes fly open, and she backs off for a second. When you see it’s just a rag she’s soaked in alcohol, you settle down again, and she wordlessly resumes her efforts. Silently, she examines each cut before dabbing the cloth to your cuts, each time you let out a hiss and grit your teeth but stay still like she’d asked.

“Are you okay?” It comes out her mouth a little forcefully, almost insincere, but you think she actually means it.

“I’ll be fine,” you try your best to move to your feet, but fall back against the wall when pain strikes through your torso again.

“You two make sense now.” The simple sentence makes your eyebrows furrow, “both just as fucking stubborn as each other.”

You both look at each other for a second before you both start laughing, you’re more chuckling and saying ow repeatedly. The sweet sound quickly ends when you hear the crunching of glass again, this time your hand goes straight for your gun. Ellie grabs for her pipe again, both looking in the direction of the sound. You’re filled with relief when Joel’s head appears around an open doorway, placing your gun back into its holster as he looks around the place before rushing over to the both of you. Throwing his shotgun down haphazardly as he crouches directly in front of you.

“What in the fuck happened? I told you to stay put!” Okay, he’s angry. He’s quickly knocking your notably bloody hand out of the way, and he’s frantically checking to see if it’s your blood or not.

“It’s my fau-“

“We took care of it, the guy came out of nowhere, okay?” Ellie speaks sternly, and you almost admire her for standing up to Joel the way she does. You also note her use of we and you think about the laugh you’d shared, maybe you were starting to grow on her now.

“I’m okay,” your hands settle on top of Joel’s, and he stops his search for any life-threatening injuries. His eyes close for just a second, and he draws in a deep breath as if to centre himself again.

“You should’ve listened to me.” His voice isn’t as harsh this time and one of his hands slips up to your face, brushing just passing your ear to hold your head.

“Maybe next time I will,” you can’t help the slow growing smile that forms. Again, you’re reduced to a past version of yourself as your heart rate picks up.

“Hi, I’m still here! If you two are gonna kiss and shit, wait until I’m gone!” You both watch as Ellie quickly packs her things back into her backpack. Slipping her new handy dandy pipe into a strap on the outside of her pack, and she slings the bag onto her shoulder. Then she turns so her back is to the both of you, and she mutters, “gross.”

You laugh just a little and Joel does too, only stopping when you wince in pain. You squeeze Joel’s hand that’s still in yours and push your head more into his other. Joel just holds onto you until the pain passes, he even presses a kiss to your temple, and it’s the sweetest gesture you’ve seen from him since before the outbreak. But it’s gone just as quick as it had come.

“Can you walk?” He moves the hand away from your head and takes your other hand again as you nod slowly. “Okay, come on, I found somewhere we can rest.”

Joel hauls you up onto your feet, it’s painful, and you suck in a sharp breath, but once the initial pain subsides it’s bearable. Joel crouches again to grab his gun before straightening up in front of you. He gives you another look over before he steps back and calls for Ellie, who’s busiest herself by reading over a worn out menu.

“Let’s go.” Joel moves back towards the doorway he had entered from, turning back to look at you. When he sees you take a few steps, Ellie sticking to your side, he turns back around, focusing on leading the way to some form of safety.

“Thank you.” You turn your head to Ellie, and she actually smiles when she looks at you.

“You’re welcome.”

[turtletimewriting]

Oh...

Everyone knows the “Oh...” trope but there’s not nearly enough appreciation for the trope in the tickle community.

(btw this is all rottmnt fanfiction)

_._._

“Oh! Does that tickle?” Leo gasped genuinely. 

“Leeeeeeee!” Mikey drummed his feet on the table as he covered his bright red face. It was necessary. This was all totally necessary. He did take a really nasty hit in that fight and his shell having a chip was important to look at. 

But oh dear lord! Leo gently pressing his fingers across different areas of his shell, making sure that every tiny part of his entire carapace was okay, was actual torture. He truly didn’t know he was ticklish there! 

“Any pain here?” Leo continued like nothing was different. 

Meanwhile Mikey squawked “LEO! Eheheee.”

Leo looked at him all sympathetic but his eyes were gleaming with mischief, “Not much longer Mikester. Any pain? Any... sensitivity?”

The gentle pressure as he prodded along his back. Gentle pokes right at the very top of his shell. It was like someone was constantly hovering over a tickle spot. Mikey couldn’t control his giggling even if he tried. His cheeks aching from the smile. “Ehe heh eeeeh hehe heehee! Nah! All gohood!”

“So I’ll keep going?” Leo teased.

It was all necessary. It was important. “Keheep eheheh heh! Keep going.”

_._._

“Oh. Oh no! Wait! No! Don’t do this!” Raph squealed.

“Raphie! I’m trying to help!” Mikey giggled.

“I take it back! Raph don’t need help! I’m big! I can, uh, get out!” He cried out as if he wasn’t stuck in a sewer pipe with only his legs and head sticking out. Mikey being behind him. He was squirming around to try and find a good position to use his chains to pull him out. 

Including squirming a hand around his sides and belly. “Can you?” When did Mikey get so sassy.

The hand crawled around to grab his side again. He flinched harshly. “Don’t! Mikey! Please! Don’t!”

“Don’t what?” Came a giggly voice and, being the older brother, he was less familiar with the trap laid before him.

“Don’t tickle me!”

“Tickle you? Sounds like a great idea!” Mikey squeaked before squeezing his right side mercilessly.

“HAH! HAHAHAHAAA! MAHA MIKEY! HAHAHAAHAHA!”

_._._

“Oh! Don’t you dare!” Donnie violently grabbed Leo’s hand that was reaching and wiggling for his bare shell. 

“HAHAHAAHAAA! ALL’S FAHAIR IN WAR AAAAAAAH AHAHAAHAHA!” Leo screeched as Donnie continued drumming his fingers on his thighs. And truly it was all fair game considering Donnie latched on to his ultimate tickle spot immediately. 

“Oh yeah? You think this is a war and not an annihilation?” Donnie smirked.

But, for all his brains, Donnie could never predict him! Leo lurched up as if he was still drowning in his own laughter and sucked the deepest breath he could and leaned forward to blow a raspberry against his stomach.

“AAH! LEO!” Donnie fell away from where he was straddling him. Leo sprung up and dug his scratching tickling hands under his arms. “HAHAHAHAAHAHA!”

“Oh I dare Donald! I dared Donald!”

_._._

“Oh well. Guess I’ll just have to tickle it out of you.”

Raph scribbled his hand across Mikey’s foot, one big hand holding the whole of his calf while the other danced quickly over his foot. Mikey balked and desperately waved his foot but it was useless. His eyes bulged as he clamped down on his lip. 

“Mikey,” Raph said in his sickly sweet mother hen tone. “where did you place Raph’s JJ comic?”

Mikey had thought that Raph was just being his usual playful self when he offered to have him ride his shoulders. But now he was truly trapped. That one foot being tickled. Can’t lean away as he’ll fall.

“Mikeyyyyyy!” Raph’s fingers meant he could tickle away at his entire foot. “Tickle tickle tickle.”

Mikey kept his hands slapped over his mouth. 

Raph turned and saw Mikey’s art desk. He smirked widely as he pulled out one of his daintier paint brushes. “Mikeyyyyy? You gonna admit where you put it?”

The second the tiny little bristles brushed between his toes, Mikey lurched like he had been electrocuted. “AAAAAAAH WAIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAA!”

_._._

“Oh... I was just uh... wondering... uh not if you don’t wanna. I... Could we... could you do the shell thingy again?”

Leo looked clueless for just a second before he smirked. “You mean you’re monthly shell scrub?” 

Raph was blushing violently but his tail wagged happily, betraying his emotions. The shell scrub was something they all did to make sure they kept their shells shiny and clean. Raph and Donnie had to be more often since their species usually burrowed away or used the sand and stones in rivers to exfoliate. 

For Raph, it tickled. It tickled but like a relaxing tickle. One that would just about prick at him. He laid down and it was only a moment before Leo came back with his brush. 

The brush landed in the direct middle of his shell. Raph felt his face naturally curl into a smile but his shoulders loosened. He prepared himself to sit there and let the gentle smoothing tickles cheer him up and relax him unlike anything else. 

The laughter would never quite come but his chest would occasionally bounce with a suppressed giggle. The brush was moved in gentle circles as it danced between his spikes. He happily leaned into the movements. 

What he didn’t see was that Leo loved doing this too. Turning his stressed out big brother all tickle drunk. So he kept tickling and scrubbing away.

_._._

“OH PIZZA SUPREME STAHAHAHAHAAAP!”

“You were the one that challenged me to make the tickle belt from spongebob,” Donnie snarked without even looking up from his notes. This was an invention still in beta so he had to make notes. 

Leo slapped the floor as he again, pointlessly, tried to pull the belt away from where it was buzzing away at his helpless tummy. The vibrations translating through his plastron in the most teasing ticklish way. “AHAHAHA! AH! HAHA! DON!” “On a scale of one to ten-”

“NO! NO! NOHOHO! AHAHAHAAAA! NO SCALE! HAHAHAHA! AAAAH! NO DATA COLLECTIOOOOONNNNN AAAAAAAH HAHAHAHA!” 

“Oh your spiking laughter must be because of the adjusting speed. This is so you don’t get numb to the tickling. Data collection is necessary, however. On a scale of one to ten, how much does this tickle?”

Leo’s face blushed as bright as his face markings as his mind latched on to the question. It would tickle more if it was on his leg or something. Like if it was tied around his thigh? Then he would truly explode. 

And unfortunately, his tendency to ramble meant he accidentally said that out loud. To which Donnie finally turned towards him again.

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“Oh I bet they have more fun tickling me than you!”

Leo looked at Mikey like he had grown a second head. “What?”

“You heard me!” Mikey leaned back confidently with his arms crossed. “The tickle monsters of the family definitely prefer tickling me. I’m just so much cuter when tickled.”

“What!” Leo exclaimed again. “Everyone knows that the face man of the group is always the cutest. No matter the situation.”

“Nuh uh! My laughter is so much cuter than your snorting!”

“Snorting!” Leo clutched his chest. “I don’t snort!”

“Then take my bet!” Mikey cheered.

And that was the context for how Mikey and Leo both charged into Raph and demanding to be tickled. The competition once again blinding them to what they were actually asking.

But Raph was definitely not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Before they could realise the danger they’ve put themselves in, he scooped them both up on his arms. Using a hand on each to tickle both of their sides.

Making them both burst into adorable bright baby brother laughter.

[xflippinfrogx]

Hiii i love your ficsss🤍🤍

could you write a lee regulus fic?? he's one of my favorite characters too!!!

Sorry if something is written wrong I don't speak English well so I'm using the help of the translator

When we were younger

A/N~ AGH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG IVE WANTED TO WRITE LEE REGULUS!! You didn’t give me much prompt so I played around a little hehe. I hope you like it :D (P.S your English is perfect my dear!!)

LEE~ Regulus Black

LER~ Sirius Black

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Regulus was in a bad mood.

This wasn’t a very uncommon event but it seemed to be worse than his usual brooding and his friends were starting to notice.

“Regulus, are you alright mate?” Barty asked, finally giving in to Evan and Pandoras looks of concern.

“I’m fine.” He snapped glaring at him. He felt bad for being so rude but he had bigger problems right now..

The quidditch final was coming up soon and with him being seeker there was a lot of pressure on him to do his best.

On top of that he had, had the worst day. Everything that could’ve gone wrong, went wrong.

This morning he spilt his breakfast all over himself and knocked his tea into someone else’s in the process.

On the way to his first class he accidentally walked through Nearly headless Nick. During his second he realised he had forgotten the homework and then received double for that night.

Finally, at the end of the day when he believed his bad luck was over his idiotic classmate blew up their potions project and they now had to start from scratch.

All Regulus wanted to do was sit in the common room and be angry. As much as he appreciated his friends for caring about him, he isn’t the greatest at showing it.. So scowling at the floor it is.

At least that was his plan until his brother showed up.

“There’s my favourite brother!!” Sirius exclaimed, perching himself on the arm of the sofa Regulus sat upon.

“I’m your only brother Sirius.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What are you all grumpy about huh? Barty said you were getting snappy, everything ok Reg?”

“I said I’m fine!!” He spoke through gritted teeth. Why was everyone so interested in bothering him today?

“Well that’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard.” Sirius mumbled moving closer to his brother.

“Look, if you’re just gonna sit here all doom and gloom I’m going to have to resort to drastic measures.”

God he’s dramatic. What was he on about anyway??

The others were still in the room and were as confused as Regulus.

“What do you mean drastic measures?” Evan piped up.

“Well my dear Rosier, when we were younger and Reggie here was in one of his moods I had my ways of making him smile.” Oh shit.

It all came rushing back to him now. Memories of laughter and so called tickle monsters. He was panicking, he couldn’t let his friends see that. No way. He had to get out of there before Sirius could embarrass him.

Sirius knew exactly what Regulus was thinking and as he attempted to bolt for the door Sirius tackled him to the ground.

“Sirius get off!! This is childish-” He was cut off by wiggling fingers reaching his sides.

He clamped his mouth shut refusing to give Sirius the satisfaction. Sirius wouldn’t give up that easily though.

“You and I both know who’s going to win here little brother, you might as well give up now and save the us the hassle.” He could see Regulus was close to breaking but that boy was stubborn as hell.

He used one hand to lift his arms above his head using the other to continue his ticklish onslaught.

“Regulus you leave me no choice.. You asked for this” He smirked shoving both hands under his brothers arms.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Regulus cackled.

He completely lost it, loud and boisterous laughter erupting from his chest.

Sirius grinned so wide he thought his face would split in two. Seeing Regulus like that was so rare nowadays, he was soaking up every last giggle while he still could.

“Are you gonna stop being so angry at the world?” Sirius teased poking at his ribs.

“YEHEHEHES” Regulus was so worn out from laughing that all he could do was oblige.

“Annddd who’s the greatest brother of all time?” He slowed the attack to hear the younger boys answer.

“You’re soho duhumb.” He giggled through heavy breathing.

“That’s not an answer.” He stated rapidly squeezing his sides again.

“OKAY OKAHAHY IHITS YOUUU!! PLEAHSE SIRIUHUS!!” He begged throwing his head back in hysterics.

“That’s more like it,” he laughed ruffling regulus’ hair.

What the two brother failed to remember was that there were three slytherins standing watching this whole scene play out.

They would tease Reg about this later but for now they’d leave the two have their moment. After all it was nice to see their friend smiling for once.

Just like when they were younger<33

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[cosplayinamerica]

Spaceballs // Cosplayer: OYIMI Cosplay 

We, Ben (Lone Starr), Victoria (Barf), and Karen (Dark Helmet), start tossing out ideas where we can convincingly incorporate the wheelchair into the cosplay. There is usually a bit of bantering back and forth until we come to a consensus. We all agreed that making the Winnebago from “Spaceballs” would be fun and unique. It’s a favorite movie for all of us, and it is often quoted. Deciding who was going to be which character was easy for Ben and Vicki. Barf is usually in the Winnebago, so it was perfect for Vicki, who is wheelchair bound. Ben looks a bit like Lone Starr and would be in the Winnebago, too. Karen’s costume was a bit more difficult because there are so many other characters in “Spaceballs” that would be fun for her to play. She chose Dark Helmet combing the desert because she doesn’t like costumes that are too bulky or complex.

Plus, Karen really wanted the challenge of sewing the pith helmet and the fabric cover for the Winnebago. We then told our friend, Jacy (Skroob), about our idea and our character choices. Jacy said he’d be Skroob beamed backwards, especially since he likes to play characters with mustaches for me since it’s his one change to rock one without his wife complaining.

We had an amazing time at ECCC 2023! The responses to our cosplay was priceless. As the Winnebago started to roll past people, they would get a curious look on their faces. When they saw Barf and Lone Starr, they’d get a smile and a chuckle. But we knew we did something amazing when they noticed Dark Helmet behind us combing the desert, and the people would clap, gasp, and double over laughing. Then the “Spaceballs” quotes started flying at us from every direction. The great thing about ECCC is the entire community is so accepting and supportive. We felt welcomed even though we took up half the aisle and the entire elevator. So many people told us that we should enter the cosplay contest because we killed it with our costumes. We entered the ECCC Sunday Cosplay Showcase, just as a fun thing to experience, but we were awarded the Best Group Cosplay. Apparently, we did really well.

There was a moment that stood out to Ben, Vicki and Karen was meeting a woman, named Heidi, in a wheelchair dressed as an Irish queen with her husband and son dressed in Star Wars costumes. They were inching closer and closer to us as other people were taking pictures of us. When they finally came close enough, they noticed the wheels sticking out of the bottom of the Winnebago and realized it was a wheelchair. Heidi got next to the window of the Winnebago and when Vicki popped her head out, Heidi got a huge smile on her face and said, “OH MY GOD! I love the whole thing.” She was curious how we put the Winnebago was constructed and how we got the idea. We started telling them other ideas we had thought about doing and showed them some of our costumes. She was so excited and said she was starting to get ideas of her own since being in the wheelchair was more than likely a permanent thing.

We told them that if they ever needed any help figuring how to creatively incorporate the wheelchair into their cosplay or hints on building it that they could call. We hope we gave her some inspiration and will see her in an awesome cosplay next year at ECCC. For Jacy, it was just the overall vibe at the cosplay showcase we were in. How supportive and enthusiastic everyone was of each other’s hard work and passion.

The frame for the Winnebago was built with pvc pipe that has been glued or pinned at the joints. Then the frame is attached to Vicki’s wheelchair with clamps. The pins and the clamps make it easy to take apart, transport and reassemble. The cover for the Winnebago was sewn together with canvas, cotton-poly fabric, ribbon, organza, bias tape, and interfacing. The decorative elements like the “Eagle5” seal, the bumper sticker, the license plate, and the portraits in the windows were all made from printable fabric. And it was attached to the pvc frame with zippers, snaps, and shoe laces, so we could easily put on and off.

The biggest challenges we faced making the Winnebago were scaling and sizing. Trying to scale down the actual Winnebago to fit on to a frame and look close enough to be recognizable in a smaller proportion was hard. The finished size of the Winnebago was extremely important so it would fit through doors and elevators. The size was especially complicated this year since ECCC moved facilities and we didn’t know if the doors and elevators were bigger or smaller than the old convention center.

There were also some smaller challenges with the Winnebago, too. We wanted to add the wings for the Winnebago to take flight, but knew that if they were permanently attached we would never fit through doors and take up an entire aisle way. Making sure the wings were detachable was the only way it could work, but how was the problem. Ben and Vicki discussed numerous possibilities and physically put together a few before solving the problem with an easy slip-on/off joint. Another challenge was the unusual angles on the front of the Winnebago. There aren’t any pvc pipe joints with the angles we needed, so we looked all around the house and found a piece of plastic tubing left over from a different project. The piece fit perfectly into the pvc pipe with a little modification to make sure the tubing wouldn’t slip out.

We are very new to the cosplay scene. Everyone at ECCC has welcomed us with open arms, making us truly feel like we are seen for who we are. They don’t look at us and just see some generic white guys, a little old lady, or some poor girl in a wheelchair. They see us and the fun we are having. We also see them and the joy they experience when they notice us.   That is the best reward for us.