#slightly suggestive given this is their pillow talk

[gojoslittlemonster]

The night was quiet, as it often was after such an intimate time. Laying in bed, Satoru was propped against the pillows, Lunae resting her head on his chest. Her fingers brushed over the jagged scar from his showdown with Sukuna. It had faded with time, yet it still stood out against his pale skin. His own fingers were brushing along Lunae's arm, feeling the goosebumps rising on her skin before grinning a bit. "Feeling cold, sweets?" "After that?" huffed Lunae, and Satoru could clearly hear her rolling her eyes (much to his amusement). "I think I'm warmed up for the rest of the night." Feeling rather proud of himself for that, Satoru nuzzled his face against the top of his wife's head. "You keep touching that scar," he pointed out. Lunae's fingers kept on brushing against it, the back and forth rhythm soothing despite the sparks that went through him. "I keep thinking about how much it hurt when you got hurt that badly," she murmured in response before pressing her palm flat against it. His abdomen flexed from her touch. "You always keep pushing yourself to your limit." "I was fine, sweets," Satoru sighed in reassurance, his fingers now tangling in Lunae's dark tangle of hair. "I had my reverse cursed technique going and then Shoko patched me up." "Shoko wouldn't have had to if you weren't going all out." "You understand why I had to." "Still doesn't eliminate the heart attack you gave me." Ever the worrywart, his wife was; but then, Satoru often gave her a reason to worry. He knew it even more so after everything in Shinjuku was concluded and he was stuck on bedrest at Lunae's insistence for a long while. He knew she was only reacting out of love and worry, not wanting him to push himself like that again. "It's a good that things have relatively calmed down then, huh, sweets?" he mused, blue eyes flickering down to her. "You won't have to worry as much." "I'll worry until the day you actually retire, amor," Lunae retorted, her head tilting upward just enough for their gazes to meet. "But I don't want to think about that tonight." "Fair." Satoru grinned faintly, pressing his lips against the crown of Lunae's head before his hand began to wander. "We can put the energy elsewhere, you know." Lunae rolled her eyes affectionately. "You're insatiable." "Is that a complaint?" "Not even a little."

[lilacgaby]

i guess i'm stuck forever by the glue,

oh, and you.

pairing: spiderman!megumi x reader

synopsisꨄ: you and megumi have been on and off for a while, one situation to another has you two webbed together. not like either of you mind. wc: 3k

tags: fem!reader, cursing, fighting, use of she/her, drinking, yuuji is the goat, suggestive (kissing(???)), fluff, pet names, college!au, megumi has a lip piercing. yeah.

as megumi swung back from a night full of work, greeting his roommate yuuji with a fist bump and an exhausted smile as he pulled up his mask, he laid down on his bed exhausted.

his black webbed suit now discarded by the bed as he stared up to the ceiling of his room. his chest heaving slightly as he put an arm over his eyes, blocking out all light so he could sleep for a couple hours before it all began at nine.

not.

he had classes today, classes he dreaded for one reason. you.

something happened between you that should've never been given a single thought, never should've been conceived even in his mind.

he'd kissed you. and that was putting it lightly.

it was at some random college party he'd been convinced to go to by yuuji, he had been taking down cans of cheap beer mindlessly, the bottle now a bit crushed in his hand as he saw you walk in.

fitted dress, hugging you so right. jewelry shining in the dim light of the party, but this place was forgotten as his eyes settled on you. and yours in him.

a lot of the party was a blur in his mind, events playing together and becoming one because the only thing he kept focused on was you.

he thinks you drank a lot too, he can't quite remember. his hand slaps over his eyes in frustration, because the one part he thinks he'll never forget plays in his head on repeat.

your lips on his, you on his lap as his hand held you against him. you were on a bed, how did you get there? he didn't know but didn't care. his hand tilting your head slightly, with the feeling of your hands in his hair. the piercing on his lip rubbing almost addictively painful against yours, his tongue almost slipping in your mouth until–

todo. his stupid upperclassman barged in, a comically loud gasp coming from his lips as he yelled, “megumi and [name] are making out in here!”

safe to say you jumped off of him pretty quick, his hands ripped off your waist as he stood to attention, you shoving past him as you left. megumi shot an annoyed glare as he walked past him, only for yuuji to laugh in his face as he settled back onto the couch of the living room.

“what?” megumi grunted, he was already annoyed, he didn't need yuuji laughing at him right now.

“it's just..” yuuji pointed a finger to his face, before cracking an impossibly wider smile. “you have lipstick all over your face megumi.”

after throwing a pillow at yuuji’s face, he went home.

but you've been on his mind ever since, and he didn't know what to do about it.

you've been ‘friends’ for a while, only because of mutual relations between your other friends. but you'd always had this weird connection between you two. sharing wired headphones during school trips, lending a shoulder to sleep on, studying together.

he'd hate to think it'd be lost just because of a drunken— no it wasn't an accident. far from it. but he just wished he talked to you before it got that far.

with a groan, he shoves his head into a pillow, letting out a muffled scream.

he finally felt his thoughts calm down, his eyes closing as he fell asleep..

and awoke to the beeping of his alarm clock. he threw a web at it and stuck it to the wall. this was going to be annoying.

you seemed to be just as awkward as he was about this whole ordeal, fingers playing with each other as you avoided eye contact with him at all cost.

not like he fared any better, anytime he tried to start up conversation with you, his eyes would fall to your lips and make him flush red.

just two hopeless idiots.

class ended with no words spoken between you two and a voice screaming at him to do something. anything.

but he didn't, and you were already gone. he sighed before packing up and heading back to the dorm.

yuuji had become sort of like his intelligence.. though it wasn't the best idea megumi ever had, he was good hearted about it at least.

as megumi snacked on a bunny-shaped popsicle, yuuji looked shocked to see him. he looked at him blankly before starting, “i didn't think you'd be here.”

megumi squinted, “why wouldn't i be in my own house?”

“because doc oc attacked by one of the school dorms?”

a moment of silence passed, the bunny now miserably dripping down the drain forgotten, as megumi ran to put his suit on. “lead with that shit, idiot!”

he zipped out the window of his room, yuuji yelled out behind him, “dorm 5-C!”

megumi swung quickly, the black and white suit making him stand out in the broad daylight as he sped over there. landing a kick on the face of the man controlling the robotic suit, before landing perfectly on the top of the dorm.

“hey freak. don't you have anything better to do?” he mocked, before webbing down one of their arms.

“oh, nice of you to finally show up, spiderman.” the man spoke, attempting to grab him but slamming his hand down onto the building instead. “so slow, what if i'd killed someone already?”

“you think you're that good?” he sped over to land a kick on the main body of the mission, making the man keel over.

“no, i know so.” the man retorted, before slamming down three arms at once. he missed megumi entirely, but one section of the dorm was now completely cut off.

‘crap’. megumi thought, before attaching a string of web to the man's neck. “can you be more considerate next time?” before he could swat it off, a wave of venom passed through his neck, paralyzing him.

megumi, after breathing a sigh of relief, quickly did a once-over of the damaged area. swinging by only to see you, standing at the broken off chunk of what must've been your room with a horrified look.

you stared blankly at the outside, an odd look on your face. the boba that you stopped to get at the cafe now dropped on the floor.

megumi rushed over to you, moving you from the dangerous edge as he instinctively asked, “[name]! are you okay?”

you looked at him, tilting your head in confusion as he held you close. “..spider-man? why do you know my name?”

shit.

“uhh. i.. know one of your friends? he spoke of you once.”

“really? who?”

“um.. oops.. his name must of slipped my mind.”

“oh?”

“just– listen, you've got to find someone to stay with. sorry about this, but your dorm is wrecked.”

it seemed to get your attention off the topic for a second you looking over and mentally crying at all your lost things. “aw man, my stuff.”

he finally let you out his embrace so you could start calling up people to let you stay with them. “um.. i'm really sorry about this [name].”

“it's not your fault spider-man,” you said while texting, “i probably would be dead if you didn't come when you did. so thank you.”

you gave him a polite smile, before he nodded and swung off.

he finally made it back to his dorm, slumping over at his desk, changing quickly so he could just be done.

he walked out his room, sweatpants hung low as he went to go get another bunny popsicle, only for this one to meet the same fate as its predecessor when he saw you walk in with yuuji.

“hey megumi!” yuuji waved, his eyes wide as if to signal something.

“she's gonna be staying here, since her dorm was ruined by a villain. isn't that horrible?”

“why are you being weird?”

“i'm not?”

megumi stood jaw slack at the implications of living with you, his face flushed before he let out a small. “okay.”

weeks living with you weren't bad. you were a good roommate, you'd clean, do your part of the dishes, hang out as you three, it was all good.

he'd let you borrow his clothes, his sweatshirts and pants became you new style. since his fight with that villain had left you without any clothes.

everything had been fine, you'd even hung out in his room one on one once, lazing about as you laid on the silken sheets, not knowing how you were affecting him.

one day, an altercation with some random villain had left him bleeding from the stomach, stumbling as he walked in. he only managed to make it to the living room, before falling onto the floor. he didn't have his suit on thankfully, he had been caught off guard and had to fight without it, but he'd never missed the slight protection it gave him until now.

you saw him, keeled over on the floor, and rushed to his side. “megumi? what's–” you let a sharp gasp escape your lips at the sight of the blood puddle under him. you flipped him over as gentle as you could, pulling up his shirt and running to find a kit.

you didn't think you'd ever need to use your sewing skills for skin, but you were weaving the needle in and out of the huge wound with precision, ignoring the tears burning at you eyes.

you didn't know what was going on with him, why'd he'd leave at random hours throughout the night and come back bruised every time. but you couldn't find it in yourself to ask.

now you wish you did.

“megumi?” he was out cold, face still as you poked his cheek gently. you dabbed at his wound, cleaning it up before getting yuuji to help him into his bed.

he woke up alone, his wounds even from the months before having been taken care of. when he walked in to the kitchen, only to have you grab his hand.

“megumi.”

“ah. [name].” his eyes were wide as he stared at your grip on him. “what.. what do you do when you go out? you come back all.. bruised and stuff.”

crap.

“i.. i can't tell you.”

you gripped his hand tighter at that, before letting go completely. “‘kay. but,” you held up a finger to his face. “i'll take care of your injuries everyday.”

his eyes widened impossibly, before a small smile overcame his face. “yeah? sounds good.”

that's how he found himself, every night with your hand tending anything that ailed him. you'd make jokes about what you think he was out doing, beating up underclassmen or whatnot. until.. he left his mask in plain vision once.

“hey, why do you have spider-man's mask in here?”

his breath hitched, eye catching the object that fell out of the closet he shoved it in.

“uh.. i'm.. spider-man's friend?” he mentally face palmed.

…

“oh!” you said, eyes brightening. “now i get it! wouldn't you believe it if i said that i met spider-man when my dorm like.. got destroyed?”

“yeah. uh– he told me.”

“oh! he said he had a friend, i didn't know it was you!”

“yeah i help him. research and stuff, get caught in the aftermath a lot.”

“that makes sense. you're so cool megumi.”

he flushed, becoming hyper aware of your hands on his.

“yeah, whatever.”

your almost nightly ritual was only cut off by a party your friend was throwing. you were so excited, not having gone to one since your dorm room was destroyed.

until you needed someone to help zip up your dress. with your friends half an hour away, you wrapped a towel around yourself and knocked on megumi’s door.

“yo–” whatever he was going to say got caught in his breath at this sight of you, clad in a towel.

“hey megumi. can you help me real quick?”

he ripped his eyes off of you momentarily, before averting his eyes and gesturing for you to come in.

he almost freaked out when you dropped the towel, only to see a gorgeous dress underneath. “can you zip me up? i can't reach.”

he sucked in a deep breath, before putting a thumbs up.

with shaky hands he zipped up your dress, instinctively you turned around. “how do i look?”

he couldn't voice his words, but as you saw the gulp that came over him, you knew you looked good. with a pat on the back and a, “see you there!” you set off.

and you found yourself in the same position as the last time, except he was on top of you, your hands pulling him closer as your legs wrapped around him. same bed too, not that it mattered.

you felt the same pressure from his piercing from last time, you two weren't nearly as drunk as then though. it was bruising your lip, you two were breathless, his hands moved, about to hold your face when–

his phone rang. you both jumped, but when he saw who it was he knew he had to answer. it was yuuji, and he wouldn't have called if it wasn't important. “sorry.” is all he said before he went outside.

he always kept his suit near him, so he slipped it on and went to the site where it was reported doc oc would be. being he escaped prison and all.

you were upset and angry in all senses of the word. you stormed out into the streets, the cold biting your skin as you stomped away. only to find yourself… entangled in an iron hand.

“spider-man likes you, right?” a man asked, warped voice behind you. “stay still and i won't hurt you. too bad.”

you were dragged, silent as to not upset this strange man. he settled over a random building, holding you over an edge.

“stay quiet 'til he gets here, i don't wanna hear you scream.”

—-

all the information had been wrong, doc had been on the complete opposite side of the city. with a screaming yuuji in his ear, he now knew the villain held you in his grasp. great.

the guy was shaking you around over the edge, the one you were tumbling over mentally was now physical as the far distance to the bottom loomed under you.

his heart sped up at the sight of you, he made his presence known. “hey, how'd you escape from the psych ward?”

“it was confinement, and i don't owe you any answer spider-man! you'll let me beat you down or– or i'll throw your girlfriend off this roof.” the villain shook you slightly, making you yelp.

“you won't be doing anything.”

“oh, yes i will.”

the arm with you encircled in it raised, he sped over to web the base of his body to the ground, kicking the control in with his leg.

the dome surrounding the villains body shattered, leaving a shaking man in its wake.

“d-don't hurt me! or i'll–”

a punch by the side of his head shut him up. “put her down, before i put you down.”

“i– i can't! that arm is broken! t-the whole panel is!”

he looked and sure enough he was right, the control buttons were electrified and tweaking.

he scoffed. “stay here, actually.” he webbed him down, with a little venom just to be safe.

he walked calmly on top of the arm, seeing the relief form on your lips bruised from him.

“hey pretty.” he said, not knowing where the sudden confidence came from.

“spider-man! thank god.” you breathed a sigh. “yeah, don't thank me yet.” he muttered. “you have to trust me [name]. can you do that for me?” he asked, looking right at you as he stood over the only thing keeping you alive.

“i mean.. yeah.”

“okay then. you're going to fall. but i'm going to catch you, okay?”

you nodded, closing your eyes. “okay. don't worry, i got you.”

before you knew it you were falling, you screamed obviously, because you stupidly opened your eyes to the cars moving below. the lights blinding as you fell closer and closer, until you were suddenly in the embrace of him.

“are you okay?” he asked, looking at your face of pure shock at the feeling of being swung around. “yeah, now that you're here! this is so cool!” he smiled, the fabric of his mask wrinkling as he took you to your unknowingly shared home, though he took the long route.

he was a bit too happy when he dropped you off at your window, antsy as you finally settled in. “thank you, spidey.”

“ah, it's nothing. just doing my job you know?” he smirked, you nodded. you tilted you head slightly as you moved towards him, heart in your throat as you put your hand under the neck of his mask, lifting it up just to reveal his lips.

“what, you trying to pay me for my trouble?” he genuinely didn't know why he was acting on his impulses so much around you, maybe it was the freedom of being spiderman. but you didn't mind as you kissed him. sparks flew, almost literally.

a lightbulb went off in your head, you gasped when you felt the metal of his piercing nudge against the sensitive bruise on your lip from earlier.

no way. “megumi?”

he froze, before a small, “hi?” escaped him.

you pulled off his mask, green eyes greeting you and a messy bunch of hair that you have no idea how it fit being revealed. all you could do was laugh, before planting another kiss on his lips.

“you're so dumb. but i guess i am too, huh?”

a smile overcame his lips, matching yours as he let out a small laugh too.

“guess we are.”

the night ended with you two in each others arms, him speaking on his experiences as spider-man and you questioning him on it. his hands now playing with your hair.

“name slipped your mind huh?” you joked, reminiscing on your first conversation with spider-man.

“tch, shut up.” he grumbled, before silencing you with a kiss. he physically didn't want to be far from you anymore, he held you even closer. even if you poked fun at him.

a webbed seal of fate tied you two together, a web woven by cupid themself.

[slytherinshua]

SHUT YOUR PRETTY MOUTH

genre. fluff. warnings. eric's yapping abt furry stuff 😟 reader hates on furries. slight make out. not proofread pairing. eric x fem!reader. wc. 951. request. no. a/n. @hursheys i hope this fulfills your eric delusions ☝️ i kinda hate the ending but whatever we're gonna roll with it. net. @deoboyznet

“So then he was like ‘well that’s totally furry behaviour’, and, obviously, I took offense to that. Cause, like, hello that’s absurd! I’m not a furry. I just bark occasionally—”

You were all too familiar with Eric’s chronic insomnia. Much like a toddler, if he didn’t do enough during the day to exhaust his endless energy, he could easily stay up all night with no sense of time or how tired other people (you) were. You closed your eyes, still half-listening to your boyfriend’s rambling, although you had lost the context of it a long time ago. If you were lucky, you might even be able to fall asleep to his yapping…

As if.

“So I was like, ‘dude, I have a girlfriend, why would you even suggest that’!? They went without me— good riddance— and I blocked them too, so there’s no need to worry. Maybe this is what Kevin meant when he warned me to stop hanging out with random people I meet on the streets. But, I met you on the streets too, so I can’t trust anything Kevin says anymore. Imagine if I hadn’t stopped to get your number at the crosswalk? My life would be so boring now!” Eric continued animatedly, drumming his fingers against the pillow that rested in his lap, picking out the rhythm to one of The Boyz’s songs.

“And I might actually be able to get some sleep…” You interjected with a tired whisper, rolling on your side to face your boyfriend. You opened your eyes with a pointed glare, and Eric’s let out a small “oh”.

“Right. Sorry, baby. You should sleep.” He said quickly, plopping down next to you and planting a quick kiss to your forehead. He was quiet for around 3 minutes, before you heard a small whisper close to your face.

“You don’t ever regret taking my number, do you?” You opened one eye to find Eric staring at you, his eyes wide like a puppy’s. 

“No, I don’t regret it.” You said truthfully, a yawn coming in at the end of your response. Eric smiled slightly, his brain telling him that he should let you finally sleep, but it seemed his mouth had other ideas.

“What if I was a furry? Would you still date me?” You had to hold back a laugh at the question, assuming that it was a reference to his earlier rambling. Although you couldn’t recall how the full conversation had gone, you were pretty sure that even if you did, it wouldn’t help you understand Eric’s brain.

“Who said you weren’t already?” You asked sarcastically, earning a pout from the boy that was almost impossible to resist kissing. 

“What if instead of talking to you I just barked in response?” 

You raised an eyebrow at him, silently judging his train of thought that was getting increasingly more unhinged with every minute that went by. You being extremely tired didn’t help with your patience for his incessant questions. You loved your boyfriend, you really did. But sometimes you just wanted him to shut up and let you sleep.

“What if instead of walking—”

Eric thankfully was not able to finish his sentence, which you could only assume had something to do with crawling on all fours or galloping around like a pony, because you had finally given in to your thoughts and shut up his rambling with your lips. He was shocked at first, frozen in place from your sudden movement. But kissing you was as natural as breathing to him, so he quickly found his rhythm, pulling you closer by your waist and kissing you deeply. 

“Was that a yes?” Came Eric’s first words when you broke off for air. 

“If you mean breaking up if you became a furry, then definitely yes. Now shut your pretty mouth.” You stated clearly before crashing your lips onto his again, giving him no opportunity to protest.

It was surprising how easy it was to get lost in the kiss even when you were exhausted. With Eric eagerly leading, it was simple enough to just let him do most of the work. You tangled your fingers in his blonde hair as he squeezed your waist, letting his tongue slip past your lips gently. 

It seemed your kissing idea worked wonders to exhaust your boyfriend’s energy, as when he broke it off and fell back onto the pillow, he wrapped you up in his arms and let his eyes fall close. You could feel his heart racing, your ear resting over his chest. His cheeks were flushed a pretty pink colour and his lips slightly swollen from the prolonged kiss. As his heartbeat slowed to a regular speed, you naturally matched your breathing with it, and the repetition lulled you to sleep quickly.

Eric held you tightly in his arms, listening to your steady breathing. He was tired, but his mind still raced with thoughts. Rather than meaningless questions he loved to throw at you, they all shifted to thoughts of you. He didn’t deserve your patience at the best of times, and was forever thankful that you truly loved him for himself. 

He knew he could be overbearing and exhausting at times, but he tried his best to balance it with the soft romantic moments that you and him both loved. You were quite similar to each other, the more Eric thought about. Although you were definitely more subdued, which balanced his exuberant energy quite well.

He sniffed, not having realized until now that his eyes had welled up with tears from his thoughts. He sheepishly blinked them away and held you a little closer in his arms, falling into his dreamland with you.

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[rosyhoneydew]

Bucktommy sickfic | G | 722 words

When Evan sits up around 5:50 Tommy knows he's given up on trying to fall back asleep. He's been tossing and turning for the last hour or so, and trying his best to muffle the sounds of his coughing in the pillows, with little success.

Tommy rolls over and leans up on an elbow, rubbing at Evan's back. He's got a faraway look on his face like his head's feeling slightly fuzzy.

"You feeling okay?"

Evan sniffles and clears his throat lightly. "Yeah." It comes out like a croak and Tommy winces in sympathy. His voice sounds raw and creaky, and not just because it's the first he's spoken all morning.

This isn't really a surprise. Chim had warned the two of them about cold and flu season starting up at Jee's school - not that it ever really ended - so they'd known they were bound to pick up something with all the baking they'd been doing together. Tommy can't wait to have kids, hopefully someday soon, but the germiness will take some getting used to.

Tommy gets up fully, swinging his legs out of bed and grabbing his glasses from the nightstand. He moves to head out into the hallway.

"I think I've got some NyQuil still, it's the capsules though… you're good with swallowing pills, right?"

"Uh, wait, that'll just-" he cuts himself off with a coughing fit. It's dry, but it sounds painful. It's the kind that takes him a minute to get under control again. "That'll just make me more tired," he gets out eventually. "I've got a shift in a few hours."

Not like this, you don't.

"Evan…"

"Tommy," he throws back, petulant.

He and Evan have been together just under a year now. They've been living together for 3 months. They've said 'I love you' and talked about marriage; and if there's any one thing Tommy has learned in this time, it's that his boyfriend wouldn't willingly take a day off work if he were on his deathbed.

He sighs and pauses in the doorway. "Alright, why don't you call Bobby when he's up," he suggests. "See what he has to say about you going in this morning. I'll get you some medicine in case you change your mind."

"Fine," Evan concedes the point, reaching for his phone.

Tommy shakes his head, smiling a little at Evan's stubbornness. He makes his way to the kitchen, snaps off a packet of the blue gel-filled pills, and fills a glass with water from the fridge. It's still dark out, but it's starting to get the kind of green-gray hue of morning light, so he takes just a minute to peek out the window at it.

He's still standing there when he hears footsteps plodding behind him. He gets about a twenty-second heads up before Evan thunks his head onto the center of Tommy's back.

"You get a hold of him?"

"I'm not even that sick," Evan groans. He follows it up with a large, wet sniff that betrays his statement.

Tommy hums and reaches back to thread his fingers in Evan's hair, twisting his head to lay a quick kiss on his temple, contagion be damned. His skin feels hot and Tommy revisits his task of getting some meds in him to break the mild fever and hopefully let him get a little more rest. Thankfully, with the hopes of work dashed, he swallows them down without complaint, nibbling on a few crackers to settle his stomach too.

"Go lay back down, sweetheart, I'll be right there," Tommy says when he's finished.

Evan grumbles a bit but heads back to the bedroom. He's a little wobbly on his feet, and still soft-looking from bed. Tommy can't help but get distracted watching him. There's a fondness that's been present in his chest since they first got together, and it swells in him now. It's almost alarming, the way that it can take his breath away in these moments. Once he hears Evan settle back into bed he shakes himself and clears the counter.

When he enters the bedroom he finds Evan asleep already, snoring softly. He can't help but drop another kiss on his sweaty forehead, thinking of how lucky he feels to be the one caring for this man. In sickness and in health, he thinks and slips under the covers.

-

Happy first day of November! My goal this month is to write at least 2k words every day, so here's the first 700+ I wrote: a teensy tiny BT ficlet.

[yois2aki]

੭୧ if i can't save you... . ۫

chishiya shuntaro x g!n reader

— warnings: fluff, descriptions of typical aib violence, fits both manga and live action, one singular suggestive remark, no use of y/n.

— summary: you arrive from a particularly rough game to an almost empty beach, thankfully there's still a specific doctor awake to treat your wounds.

— word count: 2.4k

your leg barely healed from the last game, and you had to play again already.

it was a wonder why there were so many people left in the borderlands. if it weren't for your high ranking on the beach's hierarchy and the minor hope you had to leave this world once all the cards were collected, you would have probably given up. 

it was tiring and stressful. even though so many people were living life as if deathly games weren't waiting for them the next day, you just couldn't brush away the fear of a laser hitting you on the head out of nowhere or waking up with once again new rules to the games.

you waddled to the beach's main hall entrance with the few survivors from the game you played. the three of spades should have been easy, but even you underestimated it, getting scratched violently by a black panther in between. all that mattered was that you were alive, and soon the wound would heal itself like every other did (not really, your leg was full of dried blood, stopping the wounds from opening, but still in critical condition.)

all you had to do was go to your room, take a shower, and go to sleep. there was an executive meeting going on, but you were too unbothered to even care about the hatter's waste of time. you realized everyone you knew would be either sleeping, partying, or at the so-called meeting, which was more of a lecture.

while walking around the hotel rooms, you relished the quietness. it had been a while since you were able to rest, and all you needed was a bed and a pillow to pass out on. that was until a figure in a white jacket showed up in one of the corners of the hall.

"what the-!" you gasped, jumping back at the surprise and placing a hand almost immediately on your chest while trying to catch your breath. dramatic? maybe a little. but you did get scared at his sudden presence.

chishiya stood in place while staring at you. upon regaining your composure, you looked up and noticed he had his signature raised eyebrow look, and you felt the need to explain what went on. "i didn't expect to see you there. aren't you supposed to be at the meeting?"

in reality, you had never been that close to chishiya, apart from the usual small talk due to being both executive members. you had no idea what was going on inside his head at any moment; his expression was definitely unreadable. every time you two were placed together somewhere, the awkwardness made itself present. even if you'd try and engage in a little chat, he'd end it too quickly for you to feel stupid for even trying. if he knew your name, you would be surprised.

instead of answering, chishiya kept silent. usual, you thought to yourself. as your mind ran around looking for ways to end this awkward situation, chishiya's gaze seemed to be elsewhere. your eyes finally met his, but his didn't meet yours. instead, he fixed himself on your legs. 

"you're bleeding," he said bluntly.

"oh..." you looked down at your own legs, bending slightly to take a look at the situation. your mouth opened agape once you noticed just how bad your wounds looked.

you didn't realize it the moment you got it, but the scratch from earlier must have messed up with some other of your past injuries, opening both of them up. a trail of blood was running down your legs, and as you glimpsed to the floor, you realized it was also stained by so. for how long has it been like this? you wondered. 

"yes, i'll take care of it later..." you mumbled pathetically.

it was quite embarrassing to be in this position, especially in front of chishiya. for some reason, you always messed up your words when talking to him or anyone superior overall. maybe it was because you'd picture a whole dialogue in your mind before speaking, and when actually doing it, words came out messed up and switched.

you finally looked up with the stupidest expression on your face, realizing chishiya's eyebrow had only raised more. you bit your lip in embarrassment as he spoke up again. "if you take care of that the same way you did with your other wounds, you'd be better leaving it how it is."

if you could be more ashamed than you were, you would. perhaps he was just trying to get under your skin, but the only thing you wanted to do was get out of this situation. 

you stood there awkwardly as your gaze never met his, unsure of what to say next. instead, he was the one to break the silence.

"follow me." he said after a sigh left his mouth.

and you did exactly so. or at least you tried. you noticed that chishiya didn't even bother to look behind to see if you were actually following, but you also noticed he was moving slower than he usually did, probably because he knew you could barely hold yourself on your own two feet. you weren't even sure how you knew how fast he normally walks.

your thoughts were interrupted as you realized he was actually taking you to his room. you knew this path like the back of your hand since you would always watch where he was going after the executive meetings. this was where you registered that you had been analyzing every single one of chishiya's movements without even knowing it. you probably looked like a creep as soon as you grasped it all.

chishiya opened the door to his room and finally looked at you, as well as at the trail of blood you left behind. something in his gaze — you could not understand what — changed as his movements hurried slightly.

"sit down in a comfortable position," he demanded with a voice that almost seemed caring, pointing to his bed.

you did as asked, although you struggled to be in a pleasant posture due to your legs almost opening apart. 

this seemed all too weird to you. the chishiya that barely looked your way for more than five seconds was the same chishiya that was now leaving his suite with a first aid kit, seemingly prepared to treat your wounds without even asking.

"why are you doing this?" you couldn't help but interrogate. his latest actions were way too out of character, at least to the chishiya you made up in your mind.

"i was bored," he replied sarcastically, a tone of irony present in his voice. now this was more like the chishiya you knew, even though it was obvious that wasn't the real motive.

you wanted to keep smothering him with questions because your mind was way too confused to function properly, but your line of thought was put back as you saw him kneel before you and open the box he positioned on the bed. you would have folded and turned into a blushing mess right there and then, if it weren't for the agonizing pain that decided to come back.

you got a quick glimpse of what the box held: gauze roles, sterile gauze pads, eye pads, a roll of adhesive tape, elastic bandages, sterile cotton balls... your head started almost immediately hurting looking at all the utensils that you had barely any idea what did.

"relax. focus on staying awake." chishiya said it with that same voice from way before, tense but almost sweet. he gathered something on one of the cotton pads; you could not figure out what, as your mind almost went blank. "this will hurt."

and as he finished his sentence, not a single second was left for you to process as he started patting your wounds with it. you immediately hissed at the pain, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you bit into your hand in a way to muffle your whimpers.

your head moved away from the scenario. even though you wanted to keep your eyes on such a focused chishiya, you would have probably passed out from looking at the amount of blood leaving your leg. especially now that, with the alcohol-coated cotton, which you developed a deep hatred for, he had removed the thin layer of dried blood left, securing your wounds.

he moved the piece of pad very quickly around your wounds, removing the blood as fast as he could, probably to make the process faster and less hurtful. the thing is that, if he were more patient, the pain would probably not be half as bad as it is right now. however, you were too dazed to tell him to be more gentle. tears finally ran down your cheeks as you did your best to keep one hand holding you on the bed and the other brushing them away and covering your mouth at the same time.

even through all the pain, your biggest worry was how stupid you probably looked in front of a guy who must have had something to do with the medical department — you assumed by the way he seemed so professional right now.

"calm down. the worst part is almost over." he said, not bothering to look up to guess that you were driving yourself crazy with tears from your whimpers and constant sniffling.

his words managed to comfort you for about 3 seconds, as he finally stopped moving the torturing device on your leg and you opened up your eyes, only to realize he was just picking up another one and coating it with alcohol once again.

before you could even process it, you audibly groaned in disapproval, almost forgetting who was just below you. 

he suddenly stopped, his head finally lifting to look at you with that unbothered classical look, his mouth slightly open. you looked at him hesitantly, your eyes still coated with tears and your face somewhat puffy, quickly realizing your mistake.

"would you prefer for me to leave your leg as it is?" he said it with a superior tone. even though the sentence was formed as a question, you could tell he definitely didn't mean it as one. more like a reprimand.

"sorry..." you muttered under your breath, your eyes immediately drifting away from his, trying to avoid getting his confront once more.

he kept his eyes on you for a second before sighing and shaking his head, his attention going back to your leg as he started to move the cotton pad once again. you hissed between your teeth, your hand moving back to your mouth as you closed your eyes as strongly as you could to avoid any tears from spilling.

to your benefit, this part ended quickly as he finally finished cleaning your wounds. you sighed in relief, now only a sharp but endurable pain left on your leg as you finally relaxed your muscles until he spoke up again.

"your injuries aren't that serious. you were lucky you ran onto me." he commented, staring at his newly finished job. so much, it almost made your head hurt. "there is a specific cut that would normally need to be sewn together, though. however, we don't want to hear any more whining tonight, do we?"

his words traveled immediately to your heart, your face heating up for the nth time during this whole interaction, unable to even stare at him. 

from this moment on, your mind just went somewhere else as he finished patching up your leg. you couldn't lie and say that by the time he was finished, you didn't feel much fresher and calmer, being able to look at your leg and see it coated in white instead of red. 

he finally got up with a sigh and stored everything back into his first aid kit box, entering his suite and placing it back wherever he hid it.

"thank you; sorry if it was an inconvenience," you said in a low voice when he came back. your eyes stuck on your leg, moving it around as if you never had two functional limbs before.

he stared at you, seemingly having fun with your own stuff, with a smirk on his face that, if you had caught onto it, you would have died of embarrassment once again.

"now, be careful not to get wounded like that again." he commented, turning his back to you and moving around the bed, looking for something you didn't pay attention to on one of his shelves. "i might not be as gentle as i was this time."

you were brought back from the moon as he finished his sentence. that was him being gentle? you could practically hear the smirk on his face when he said that, but it still managed to get you thinking. you knew better than to complain, though.

"what were you before coming here?" you remembered wondering a few moments before, due to his skills in treating you. the question came out without thinking twice.

you could hear him stop while looking for whatever it was when you asked that, to which he answered quickly. "i studied medicine. i wasn't a doctor yet, though."

if chishiya could have gotten any hotter to you, he just did. you bit your lip, breaking your process of thinking before your thoughts led you elsewhere. 

"that doesn't mean i wasn't smarter than most of the fools that call themselves doctors at the hospital i studied at." 

there was that snarky response chishiya was missing, you thought. you turned around to see him, finally realizing that he was actually looking for something between his shirts. you tried to peek into it, but he suddenly pulled something out that looked like a soda can, with a few cables around it. he finally moved closer to you again, handing you the item.

"it's a bomb," he added, as you rolled it around your fingers, trying to figure out how it worked. "so you can be more prepared when playing. make sure not to use it on yourself."

he clearly meant the last part as a joke, but that was something that the percentage of happening wasn't zero, you had to admit. "thanks."

even though chishiya seemed stern, there was something about him that attracted you. and something that made him help you tonight, about which you still weren't sure, happened to make you more confused. you wondered about asking him again, but knowing the littlest bit about him would make you sure that he'd just avoid the question once again. at least your leg was patched up, and you could go to sleep peacefully tonight.

— a/n: aaahh im debuting on this account... hope you guys like this little babble i made a few days ago. aib fever is back and i have a lot to say, might as well spill it out! i will make a masterlist soon enough. feel free to leave requests (if it's working) (╥﹏╥)

[forest-hashira]

Wrapped With a Bow

HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS LEIGH!!! i hope today treats you well, and that you enjoy this fic! there's not a lot to say otherwise lol, this is the closest i could manage to get to complete pwp, it's just meant to be some smutty fun!

read on ao3 | wc: ~2.8k | cw: tengen x gender neutral afab reader (no pronouns but afab anatomy terms used, reader wears a bra), technically modern au, it's reader's bday, established relationship, the wives are not mentioned, oral sex + fingering (reader receiving) unprotected piv sex, hot missionary agenda, creampie, light/implied breeding kink, i think that's it!

Your boyfriend had been acting off all evening. He was abnormally fidgety, shifting in his seat at least two dozen times – yes, you’d counted – while the two of you were at dinner. When you asked if he was okay, though, he assured you everything was fine, nothing to worry about. So you’d let it slide, doing your best to enjoy the meal and the dessert the wait staff had brought you. “On the house,” they’d assured you with a smile, “since it’s your birthday.”

“Tengen,” you asked, looking over at him as he once again squirmed in his seat as he drove both of you home, “Are you sure you’re okay?” Your boyfriend had never been what you would call a still or subdued person, talking with his hands and being completely unabashed in the way he laughed and flirted with you at every given opportunity, but seeing how antsy he was had you starting to worry. 

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” he promised, shooting you a grin.

You weren’t entirely convinced. “You’ve been acting… weird, tonight. Something’s up.”

He let out a sigh, taking one hand off the steering wheel to give your knee a gentle squeeze. “You really don’t need to worry about me,” he said, voice a bit gentler than before. “But I can’t tell you what’s going on yet. It’ll spoil the surprise.”

“Surprise?”

Tengen glanced at you for a moment, flashing a smirk at you. “Your gift, obviously. I’m not spoiling that surprise, so you’ll just have to wait until we get home.”

Intrigued, you arched a brow at him, but he said nothing else, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to drag anything else from him. You let out a soft huff, but placed your hand over his on your knee for the rest of the ride home. 

When you arrived back home, Tengen was quick to unlock the door and usher you inside.

“Go get comfortable on the bed,” he encouraged, leaning in and kissing your cheek. “I need to check on something real quick, then I’ll be in there to give you your gift.” Before you gave him any sort of response, he was hurrying off to the bathroom.

Does he really need to pee? Is that why he’s been so weird? you wondered to yourself, shaking your head slightly at his antics. As per your boyfriend’s suggestion, you changed out of the outfit you’d worn to dinner – flattering to your figure and very nice, but not exactly comfortable for lounging around it – and into one of his t-shirts, though it was several sizes too big and practically swallowed you. Once you were comfortable, you climbed onto your bed, settling with your back against the pillows. Just as you were about to grab your phone to entertain yourself while you waited for your partner’s return, he stepped into the room.

You were a bit surprised to see him wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He clearly hadn’t just showered, though – you’d never heard the water running, and besides that, his hair was still dry and his elegant mahogany eyeliner was still in place. You blinked dumbly for a moment as you looked at him, but before you could inquire about his appearance, he spoke.

“Ready for your gift?” he asked, eyes flashing when he realized you were wearing his clothes.

All you did was nod, unsure what to expect from him right then, but your eyes widened when he dropped the towel. Immediately, your eyes were drawn down to his groin, and your shock quickly melted into laughter. 

Between his legs sat your present: his half hard cock with a magenta ribbon the same shade as his eyes tied in a bow around the base.

“Happy birthday!” he exclaimed, a beaming grin on his face as he placed his hands on his hips. “As your gift, I am at your complete disposal for the rest of the night.”

“Is that so?” you asked curiously, looking him up and down as you tried to decide what to ask for first. “Even if I tell you to get dressed again and clean the house?”

His expression fell a bit, but he nodded. “It’s whatever you want, sweetheart. It’s your birthday.”

You couldn’t help but laugh again at his reaction. “I’m just kidding, my love,” you assured him, smiling when he instantly perked up. “What I really want is for you to take that bow off, and to fuck me raw.”

Tengen’s cock visibly hardened at your words, and you smirked to yourself, knowing you had the power to turn him on like that. He was quick to comply with your command, untying the bow and letting the ribbon drop to the floor with the towel he’d been wearing. Almost before he reached the foot of the bed, he reached forward, grabbing your ankles and using them to pull you a bit closer to him. “How do you want me, baby?”

Somehow managing not to squeak at how easily he pulled you around – his strength always blew you away, no matter how long you’d been together – you smirked up at him again. “Like this,” you said simply. “Wanna be under you and looking at you while you fuck me.”

He swore under his breath, tipping his head back for a moment. “Yeah, okay. I can do that.” Looking back down at you, he leaned in, pressing a heated kiss to lips as he climbed over you, only pulling away to give you both a chance to breathe. When he turned his attention to the pillows, grabbing one to place beneath your hips before you got any further, you shot an exaggerated pout at him.

“You’re gonna make me take my own clothes off?”

Magenta eyes instantly jumped back to yours, and he shook his head. “Of course not, my love. Just tryin’ to get everything else in place before we get carried away.” He winked at you, setting the pillow down beside you, then slid his hands up your legs beneath his shirt. A look of surprise came over his features when he didn’t encounter any underwear, instead pushing up the shirt to reveal your lower half was completely bare. “Were you not wearing underwear at dinner?” he asked, eyes wide.

You shook your head. “No, I was not,” you confirmed. “You would’ve been able to see the outline through my clothes, so I thought the outfit looked better without anything underneath.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he groaned, before shifting down to kiss your skin as more of it was revealed to him from beneath the shirt you wore. He stopped when he reached your chest, fully pulling the shirt over your head and tossing it aside before reaching beneath you and unclipping your bra in less than a second, without damaging it at all. Once the bra was tossed aside and you laid completely bare beneath him, it was his turn to smirk. “Your tits look great from this angle, y’know.”

You rolled your eyes at his words. “You think my tits look great at any angle.”

“And that means I can’t compliment them?” he asked, feigning offense.

“Nope,” you agreed with a grin. “There are better things you can use your mouth for.”

“There sure are,” he agreed, then trailed kisses down your torso until he was between your legs, settling down as if he were about to eat his favorite dessert in the world. Which, if you were to ask him, he would probably say it was his favorite “dessert.” He was a little insufferable like that.

You watched as his gaze dropped to your pussy, his eyes dilating noticeably at the sight. You didn’t protest as he parted your thighs to give himself a bit more space, though when he set your knees on his shoulders and buried his face between your legs, taking a deep breath of your scent, you couldn’t help but laugh a bit. 

Before you could tease him for being so eager, his tongue was running up through your folds, gathering the arousal that had begun to drip from your hole. He let out a moan at the taste of you, pressing in closer, eager to have more of you. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he let himself really get carried away, working his tongue into you with practiced ease, his nose bumping your clit with every small movement of his head. 

It wasn’t long before you were a moaning mess, fingers tangled in his hair and tugging at the platinum strands. “Tengen,” you whimpered, struggling to keep your head up enough to look at him. 

His eyes fluttered open at the sound of his name, and though his movements slowed a bit, he didn’t stop entirely. He looked up at you through his lashes, waiting patiently for whatever it was you needed to say to him.

“Need more,” you managed, rocking your hips up into his face. “Please?”

Never one to deny you anything, Tengen complied, releasing one of your thighs from his hold. He pulled his mouth away from you for a moment, albeit hesitantly, before pressing one thick finger into you. 

A small breath escaped you at the feeling, almost relieved to have gotten what you asked for, but then your boyfriend wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, and your head slammed back into the pillow. “Oh, fuck!” you cried out, squirming in his hold as he continued his actions. 

Soon enough, he was pressing a second finger in alongside the first, scissoring them and pressing them into your sweet spot. He kept you pinned in place with the arm still wrapped around your thigh, and though you couldn’t see his face, you could feel his gaze burning into you. 

Tightening your grip on his hair, nails scratching at his scalp, you pulled him closer, rocking your hips to meet his movements. You could feel a familiar coil tightening in your gut, and you were eager to find the release you knew was coming. “I’m close,” you told him, lifting your head once again to meet his gaze. 

His eyes flashed at your words, and he redoubled his efforts, tracing patterns over your clit with his tongue at an almost frantic pace and adding a third finger to the mix, curling them expertly into the spot he knew would bring you to pure bliss.

The added stretch was enough to have your eyes rolling back in your head, but the delicious pressure to your sweet spot was what finally tipped you over the edge. Your back arched off the bed from the pleasure, and your thighs closed tight around his head as you came. A moan so loud you could barely believe it came from your body tore itself from your throat, and it was several long moments before you came back to yourself, panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath. “God,” you breathed, finally releasing your boyfriend from your vice-like grip. “That was amazing.”

“Tengen is fine,” the man teased, grinning at you as he crawled over your body once again. “And I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, but we’re not done yet.”

His joke had you rolling your eyes, and you swatted his shoulder as you huffed out a laugh. “I’m never complimenting you again, it all goes straight to your head.”

He laughed at your words, leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss before giving any sort of response. “I bet you’ll rethink that ‘no compliments’ decision here in a minute.”

Arching a brow, you retorted, “Yeah? Then you better get to work making me regret it.”

“Gladly.”

He rocked his hips against you for a moment, teasing you a bit longer before he adjusted and finally gave you what you wanted. The air was punched from your lungs as he pressed into you, and even though he’d prepped you there was still a little bit of a stretch. You watched as his eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of you around him, and when he finally bottomed out, he moaned with relief.

There was a pause as he gave you both a moment to adjust to the feeling, and just before you could squirm or otherwise urge him to keep going, Tengen opened his eyes again, his gaze full of desire, and started to move his hips. His pace was slow for a moment, but it wasn’t long before he found his rhythm.

You couldn’t help the little gasps and whimpers you let out with practically every thrust, arching into him as much as you could, one hand coming up to grip his bicep, the other tugging at the sheets. Apparently needing more contact as badly as you did, he lowered himself further onto you, supporting his weight on his elbows rather than his hands. Though nothing about the angle of his thrusts really changed, having more of his skin touching yours sent sparks of pleasure throughout your whole body, and you were quick to steal another kiss from him. 

Tengen eagerly reciprocated, and wasted no time invading your mouth with his tongue, desperate to consume as much of you as he could. When he finally had to pull away to breathe, you whined, despite the fact that you were also in need of oxygen. He didn’t go far though, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses across your jaw, pausing long enough to graze his teeth on a sensitive spot behind your ear, before continuing his path down your throat; the only thing that stopped him from going further down your body again was the fact that he would’ve had to stop fucking you. Instead he satisfied himself with leaving marks along your collarbone and teasing your nipple with his right hand.

The touch drew a loud moan from you, and if you hadn’t been so consumed with pleasure you would’ve been annoyed by the smug smirk you could feel him pressing into your skin. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him as close to you as you could. It limited his range of motion a bit, but he switched from heavy thrusts to impassioned rolls of his hips without much change to his rhythm.

The slight change in angle had the head of his cock pressing into your sweet spot almost relentlessly, and now there was the added stimulation of his pubic bone grinding into your clit with every roll of his hips. You attempted to kiss him again, but you just wound up moaning and panting against each other’s mouths, pleasure washing over you in waves. Releasing his bicep from your grip, you once again tangled your fingers in his hair, the silvery strands growing damp with sweat. Your other hand relented its death grip on the sheets, instead resting on his back and pressing him even closer. You made an attempt to tell him how good you felt, how you were close to the edge again, but it just sounded like a jumbled, moaning mess in your own ears. 

He seemed to understand well enough, because he pressed his forehead to yours as he spoke. “‘M close too,” he panted, his movements becoming a bit more frantic, nearly desperate to get you both to that peak again. He made no move to pull out, but you knew him well enough to know he was considering it, since he hadn’t worn a condom. 

You weren’t about to have that, though. Tightening your legs around him once again and tugging at his hair, you managed to demand, “Don’t you dare pull out.” 

He swore at your words, his hips stuttering for a moment before he picked up the pace again, his movements uncoordinated even as you rocked your hips up to meet him over and over again. With a particularly harsh tug at your nipple and a desperate moan of your name, he came. You tumbled over that peak right after him, the hot feeling of his cum filling you pulling a silent scream from your lips as you clawed at his back. 

With the way you were still wrapped around him, it was impossible for him not to collapse on top of you, but you didn’t mind; having his weight pressing you into the bed was kind of nice, actually. A few minutes passed without either of you speaking, both of you working to catch your breath, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence by any means. As you laid there, you allowed your eyes to flutter shut, a faint smile on your lips, and you slowly relaxed your hold on your partner. You lightly scratched his scalp with your fingernails, and you could’ve sworn you heard him start purring at the feeling.

“My love?” Tengen mumbled, bumping his nose lightly against yours.

Slowly, you opened your eyes again to look up at him. “Yes?”

“Happy birthday.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that tumbled from your lips, the attempted kiss made pointless from how much you were both smiling.

once again, happy birthday friend! i love you and i am so so so glad that we've become so close over the last year i love you and i hope you have a great day today 💜

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Pretty One

Pairing(s): Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader

Summary: A quiet day with your girlfriend ends with you having to leave your home when Natasha shows up in search for Yelena.

Word Count: 1,454

Warnings: Violence

Authors Note: This is based off of/inspired by the scene from Black Widow!

You were currently laid on the sofa, snuggled up to your girlfriend. Her head rested on a pillow against the arm of the couch whilst your head was lying on her shoulder, her arms wrapped securely around you.

She had returned from a quick trip to the corner store just a couple hours ago for some basic food items when you got comfy on the cushions, and turned on some random show on the television.

You were quite interested in the show at first, but that was before Yelena began to card her fingers through your hair and caress your back with her calloused, yet extremely gentle hands.

The comforting actions from her had you dozing off. Not into a sound sleep per say, but into a very relaxed and tranquil state, so you were no longer focused on the show that still lightly ran in the background.

Yelena on the other hand was unsuccessful with paying attention to the plot at all when she had what she believed was a real life angel laying right in her arms, toying with the strap of the white tank top she wore.

Your mouth opened into a yawn as Yelena continued to play with your hair, "Tired? I know you didn't really sleep that well last night." she asked.

You shook your head, "No, just really content with you." you mumbled in response.

Yelena never thought she could make anyone feel anything other than pain and suffering after her time in the red room. But then she met you who introduced her to the world of emotions; the main one being love. The kind that everyone hopes and dreams for, but not everyone gets.

She turned to kiss your temple, "I love you, detka (baby), so much." she whispered against your head. "I love you too, Lena." you said the words back to her with just as much meaning.

A few moments of comfortable silence went by before she spoke up again, "What if we just ran away." she suggested.

"Ran away?" you repeated with a giggle and she hummed, lightly chuckling.

"Yeah, you know just go wherever our hearts take us and never look back." she elaborated on her out of the blue idea.

"Where would we go?" you questioned.

Yelena shrugged her shoulders, "Anywhere you want to." You thought for a moment before responding,

"I've always wanted to go to London."

"Then we'll start with London. And then maybe we'll go to Paris because it's the city of love, and well, you are my love." she said, making you giggle once again.

You continued to talk about that for a little bit before returning to the calming quietness of just your slow breathing and the television. This time you both had almost fallen asleep until Yelena froze. If there was anything being a trained ex assassin had given her, it was heightened senses.

She knew that something was not right, and the fact that she had you with her right now made her protective instincts immediately set off sirens in her brain.

"You okay, Lena?" you asked, feeling her body suddenly tense up.

Yelena gently sat up and untangled herself from you, making a frown form on your face.

"Where are you going?" you asked, opening your eyes to see her standing up.

"Dorogaya (darling), I need you to go into the other room and stay there. Do not come out until I come to get you myself." Yelena tells you.

"What?" you sat up in confusion.

"I know this sounds weird but I just need you to trust me, okay?" she spoke as she pulled a gun out from under the couch cushion, making your eyes slightly widen.

"What— what's going on? Is someone here?" you said in a panic, watching as she slipped on her blazer that was laying on a chair.

She contemplated her next words as she didn't want you to scare you, but she also didn't want to lie to you, "That's what I'm going to find out. But first I need to know that you're safe before I go anywhere. So please, just trust me." Yelena spoke softly to calm you.

You hesitantly nodded your head, and she took that as her cue to take your hand and lead you to the other room. She stopped in front of your wardrobe and opened the door, "Stay here, and wait for me to come get you."

She pressed a kiss to your forehead after you sat down. You murmured an 'Okay' before she shut the door and her footsteps disappeared down the hallway.

~~~

Meanwhile, Yelena made sure her gun was loaded before holding it out in front of her, "I know you're out there." her voice echoed through the apartment.

A few seconds passed before another voice responded, "I know you know I'm out here." it spoke, followed by the front door loudly opening and closing.

"Then why are you skulking about like it's a minefield?" you heard your girlfriend say.

"Cause I don't know if I can trust you." the voice that was unknown to you answered.

You could hear Yelena lightly chuckle, "Funny, I was going to say the same thing."

"So, are we gonna talk like grown-ups?" the intruder asked.

Yelena's tone dropped lowly, "Is that what we are?"

You couldn't see it, but Yelena and the owner of the unrecognizable voice were finally face to face, each pointing a gun at the other.

For a few moments you could only hear shoes patting against the floor when your girlfriends voice threatened, "Put it down before I make you."

"You put yours down." the voice shot back, "Watch your step."

Nothing but an eerie silence could be heard by your ears. That was until Yelena and the stranger decided to quit the small talk and handle the situation in a different manner.

It was clear to you that they were now fighting from the loud crashes and shouting that rang through the apartment floor. Objects were smashed, glass was shattering, furniture was breaking. You knew that your girlfriends was significantly more than capable of handling herself, but you were still worried about her.

You weren't exactly sure how long the commotion had gone on for when you finally heard the voice speak again, "Truce." it said. It scared you that Yelena sounded like she was gasping for air.

"You've grown up." the stranger commented.

'Grown up?' you thought. 'Did Yelena know this person? Why are they here? Why were trying to hurt your girlfriend?'

"No shit." Yelena responded coldly. You could hear footsteps coming closer to you when the door opened, revealing your Lena.

Her hair was tousled and she looked as if she had just ran a marathon, but it was her. She was seemingly unharmed, but you just had to make sure.

You cupped her face as she kneeled in front of you, "Lena? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" your eyes concerningly scanned her body.

"I'm alright, printsessa (princess), I promise." she reassured you.

Yelena caught you when you threw yourself into her arms and wrapped yours around her neck to hold her close, not caring about how sweaty she might be.

"Hey dorogaya, I need you to do something for me, okay?" she said as she pulled back.

You hummed, wordlessly telling her to continue, "You know those bags we have packed for emergencies under the bed in our room?" Yelena asked and you nodded, "I need you to go grab them for me, okay?"

You both knew that eventually you would have to get up and leave. With Yelena being a trained ex assassin she had inevitably made some enemies. You just didn't expect that day to come so soon.

So you knowingly complied, standing to your feet with her. When Yelena moved out from in front of you so you could walk away, you saw who you believed to be the intruder standing just a few feet away.

She had fiery red hair that was styled into a braid, and wore an all black outfit. You coward under her rather intimidating gaze, realizing that this stranger who just attacked your girlfriend had just watched your whole encounter.

You felt a hand rest on the small of your back, recognizing it as Yelena's, "Ignore her, detka (baby). She won't hurt you." she said, pressing a kiss to your hair as she gave her sister a warning glance.

Yelena gave you a nod when you looked at her for you to go ahead and leave the room. You quickly walked passed the redhead who looked at her younger sister with her signature smirk.

"She’s a pretty one." Natasha stated.

Yelena rolled her eyes, "Shut up."

[therealslimshakespeare]

🍸 Harry Crosby headcanons

18+ -helluva lot of nsfw under the cut but interspersed with a lotta fluff and domesticity…to me that’s the appeal of this man, cannot be separated one from the other: the unassuming sweater wearing vet at the block party is also a man of hidden depths.

Long promised and woefully incomplete, the word count was getting out of hand so I’m tossing it out, there’s more where this came from. Not edited so, apologies

Entirely co-written by myself and my comrogue @crazymadpassionatelove , enhanced and bedazzled by chats with @ab4eva including special additions from other guests who commented under my announcement post, credit is given at each specific point for their contributions

|screencap cred grabbed from: @hawkinsfuller

First off let me say it’s been ages since I read A Wing and A Prayer. I remember loving it, loving him and I cannot stress how much I respect and admire the real Harry Crosby and his Jean, the Missus of our dreams.

This is purely for fun, a heavy mix of both Boyle’s portrayal and a tad of Crosby’s real life vibes as taken from his accounts by me. Sometimes you gotta take historical figures’ virtues in one area -say navigation and math- and translate it to the more suggestive aspects of life -say, how to find a clitori- *gunshot*

Because this man’s biography is the most oral-leaning, drink-your-respect-women-juice book ever. Ok, almost ever. For a wwii book at least. Uhem so -I am prejudiced, sue me.

See, sometimes it’s the quiet, stressed ones with a self consuming desire to please who have the cozy sweaters and the attentive appreciation for your interests and the stubby fat schlongs and the propensity to keep you in suburban comfort all your days

The compulsive drive to call you “button” and be on time for church and thank you for your scrambled eggs each morning with eager kitchen countertop oral before waking you children up with annoyingly soft catchphrases they’ll recite fondly at his funeral: “rise and shine” etc

Also back to the perfectly respectable schlong for just a moment -This is a Thing! Justice for the perfectly adequate plug stoppers, not everyone needs a rolling pin, who can resist giving head when the head is the same gorgeous color as his lips?!

Mr Crosby is skipping off to lecture college kids about literature post-war with a pep in his step that you put there without fail, you can’t help it, it’s as essential as the matching “his and hers” coffee mugs you bought during your honeymoon

Cookies slightly burned cuz you’re busy as bunnies in the bathroom while the kids ride bikes in the cul-de-sac is a Crosby staple

This is a man who as husband keeps you well supplied with mixers and microwaves and cute little nighties and also loves your brain -SCORE.

Loves to gift you with bath oil and fun stuff to smell good. He's into lavender. It benefits him in the end, loves to sit on the edge of the tub and just talk with you for ages

Croz’s go-to distresser is to have Jean sit on his face until his vision spots

She knows as soon as he walks in the door. Fixes him a Shirley Temple, takes him by the hand to the bedroom and …..boom.

De—stressed

As for the ptsd nightmares? He just barely starts to thrash in his sleep and Jean is rolling that man over and taking matters into her own hands

You’re Jean now, you do realize that don’t you? It was never ever going to be anyone but Jean

This man leaves love letters on your pillow, in your apron pocket, in the dash of your car anywhere at all that you’re likely to be. All of this even though he’s gonna be home by six that evening.

Also, hear me out: lots of evenings he just lays down next to you for ages, facing each other on your sides, absentmindedly mapping your body with his calloused palms and fingering you for ages while talking about Persuasion.

Actually gives a shit about your opinions too, and not in the way of wanting to argue them. When you make a good point his eyes get even droopier and he grabs your neck and…

“You're one smart cookie Mrs Crosby”

“My clever, wise, beloved…”

Honestly though, deep connections and the ability to go vulnerable, and if those moments are often concluded with little laughs to shake off the moment -it doesn’t diminish it

Can actually talk about dying to you, not in a morbidly preoccupied way, but he can face it and admit it and be vulnerable enough to acknowledge the likelihood

Then get on with what needs doing

He appreciates how well you grow to know him, and he in turn makes a lifelong study of you

Also, this man is so highly attuned to your well being.

Yes you have to put up with his stress but for you? He will man-up repeatedly and without thought. He doesn’t even think twice about just up and leaving whatever situation is tiring you. did you see him hop up to get the fuck outta that bar fight? Yeah so, you’re bored? Tired? Stressed? It’s not even machismo it’s just a homebody not giving a fuck with the subtext of “my wife and I would like to go home and read and cockwarm”

Often gives the shiftiest excuses to army buddies and coworkers just to go home and hang with you, swears he has to repair that squirrel feeder -or that an alligator is in his swimming pool, “sorry guys maybe drinks next week”

Don’t tell the guys but…HE PAINTS YOUR TOENAILS

Maybe some of your high school friends snickered about Harry Crosby way back when. Making googly eyes at you and barely getting out the most stammered greetings? Bookish and a little clumsy at times?

Ha, you won in the end

He comes home in one piece, that beautiful schlong still intact

you prayed for that ok?

“Lord keep my husband safe -- and his girthy manhood in tact as well” …for the babies you’re hoping for of course...just that… kneeling in silk pajamas each night, adding this addendum with a blush but was always faithful to keep it in your prayers

Sometimes you have that thought in church as well...so you has to take a couple deep breaths and calm yourself...it's because you want children...not because you’re already so sprung off this man's dick after only a couple weeks of married life.

weeks that feels like a lifetime ago now, by the way

Prim and lovely Jean Crosby staring off into stained glass worlds thinking of having her tight little hole tugged open and her guts rearranged, it’s even worse than her thoughts prior to the wedding, because she’s had the experience, then suddenly it was ripped away

And she’s empty and scared to death for him

She gets asked to sing at the funeral of a lieutenant who never even got off the ground during a training flight,

work and church and such are hopeless distractions

Wanders through the department store wondering if every other wife misses this way, does everyone feel the same primal ache?

Dear Jean Crosby terribly worried she’s a freak yet entirely unrepentant for it

But ya know what’s probably funny? Across the ocean Harry Crosby is sometimes so direly missing his wife in the carnal way that he just about spaces out too, and god knows there’s zero privacy anywhere and the showers are the showers but like???? it’s just a no-go most times and everyone gets very confused when he’s in this mood?? Not at all suspecting baser distractions are what’s at play. Somehow someone figured it out, maybe he actually snapped a little about having five seconds to himself while reading a letter and they’re like

OH

And somehow there seems to suddenly be five minutes or so when NO ONE but Crosby is in the showers?!

It only takes him two minutes to get there but he needs to stand there catching his breath and clutching at his heart while he thinks of Jean sprawled beneath him

This is probably Douglass’ doing? Because he’s a good dude, he doesn’t underestimate Croz AND he’s a dirty little bastard himself

“Fellas, the man got himself a wife while half of you guys are virgins? Of course he has urges?”

In a quiet, rare moment, Gale bends his ear -Harry is so modest and low key...unlike some folks *looking at you Bucky*- “So, uh, where'd ya say you and the missus went off to before ya came here?“

Gale’s gotta casually open the door for this conversation “Lots of good sights to see? I, um, haven't done much traveling myself”

It takes Croz a few conversations until he realizes just what Gale means, until then there’s a lot bewildered eyebrows at the inquiry and bashful appreciation for the interest: “Major Cleven I-I already told you, sir, we had a little cabin in the Alleghenies for a week?“

He's been telling Jean about Major Gale Cleven, about how she'd really like him. Gale is a good fella. He tells her about all their "travel talk"

Until one day Jean writes back: “Oh honey, that Cleven of yours is a virgin”

Whether Harry divulges to Gale anything he learned about ladies in that little cabin in the mountains writhing before a fire on a bearskin rug, that first time Harry actually didn’t stop and ask if Jean was dying every time she made a noise but instead, kept going until her cried properly built and she screamed…

well, it was probably an abbreviated account that mostly consisted of “wives are just wonderful people, Major Cleven” with a far off look in his eyes

Gale leaves him to it after all- Harry was married for like 3 seconds before he left, It's literally either playback of the last horrific mission or thinking of the curve of her spine

He gets the dreamiest look on his face, eyes all shiny, mouth a little slack

Somehow these two can be so passionate and yet it’s so wholesome and good and angelic?!!! It’s the allure of them

Because it’s all in these gentle and safe and good boundaries? Like it isn’t complicated and yet it’s not simple and it’s neither settling nor is it turbulent. something to be said for “doing it right”

They genuinely thank God for each other, they’re so sure it was always intended to be just them

I have 1k of headcanons just for the homecoming ok? Y’all will have to request those separate

But once home:

The eye contact they make at social events?? It’s a whole language, the most loving and adorable thing ever

He may not be a real gem of a singer but he’s an excellent hummer. so much gentle humming around the house while he’s fixing the stove light or rocking a baby to sleep or-

You know what I mean don’t you? Some men can just humm and you’re instantly wet? No I don’t mean humming a Billie Holliday tune

I mean humming when you make a new reaction to his incessant fingering while he’s reading, makes him look away from the page and arch a brow, highly inquisitive puppy dog look on his face, reading glasses pulled down.

*a new spot? After all this time? Must investigate further*

This man, when in his element, is a goddamn tease, he’s impossible, he’s goofy, he makes sex the joyous sacrament its supposed to be every damn time and he ain’t shy to remain stark naked for ages

Praise kink for miles in that, once you’ve praised him, he will keep doing whatever earned it for the next two hours. Brace yourself

He can recite your favorite literature passages (he knows them and took pains to memorize them by your tenth anniversary) when he’s gently plowing you from the back with his hand on your neck and your ear lob in between his teeth

He’s a biter my friends -gotta keep quiet somehow, can’t scar the passel of children y’all made, after all

So many excuses given to kids about “mama and I need to talk about the mortgage” -very rarely is mortgage even thought of once the door is closed and locked

But that brings us back to the early days, it’s one thing to know someone so well after all those years but the early days?

Two Virgins named Jean and Harry went straight from the chapel to fucking like Bunnies before he went to war

Harry had done his research tho. All that reading…

Harry Crosby totally ate his wife out on their wedding night.

even though he’d never really seen a full vagina before

he’s a bit methodical, yeah? At first? with a hint of overly flustered and terribly delighted

So I’m just picturing him like hunkering down there, tentative but firm hands on your thighs: “to get my bearings, honey pie” as he takes in the lay of the land

because there’s a lot happening down there on a lady, ok? -there’s petals and more petals and slippery slopes and little buttons and a tiny hole that has to be for pee, no way he’s supposed to go in that one?! but, but she doesn’t have another? Well the backdoo- no can’t even think of that. Oh god ok, ok, vaginal opening, -I guess that’s a vaginal opening?! and due north, a little button that makes her squeak when I touch it. ok ok, might as well start there…

I can see him with a metaphorical pencil behind his ear, ready to jot down notes

Jeanie finally sighs and grips him by the ears and hauls him up for a kiss and just grinds against him and insists it’s lovely

“just kiss me, silly.” she says to him after awhile.

“Mmm, I do like kissing you, Jean” he grins back

he’s naturally kissing his way to her boobs and staying there a lovely long time but she starts pushing at his dark head, *hint hint* lower down her belly and lower, and lower and he’s so caught up he doesn’t even realize it until there’s a sweet little patch of curls under his chin and he looks up with the oddest expression of curiosity and doubt on his face only to be met with Jean’s expectant eyebrow

She wouldn’t want me to?—-*ah, she just face planted me in pussy, ok then*

Lapping at it with the biggest grin, there may or may not have been some noise complaints

the whole apartment complex just knows he’s a good husband, never would peg him as a stud if you met him in the hallway but, Jean sure takes forever to say goodbye to him in the mornings so he must do something right

All the neighbors just can't help but be happy for those two kids

They cook them food and leave the casserole dishes on the landing so they can savor each other for as long as possible before he leaves

Next Sunday they show up at church like dutiful little Americans and they’ve got hickies everywhere and his cheeks are a permanent pink, Her knees are red and raw under her church dress

I feel like maybe they get a little adventurous as their time together draws to a close? Maybe they break a dining room chair? She's too mortified to put it out on the curb

*saves it for 50 years*

Some of those wedding china ends up in pieces on the floor. Can't explain to her aunts why they don't have a full set all of a sudden

i really hope he never loses that occasional hair trigger premature ejaculation tendency.

Sometimes it even shocks him, “O-Oh...shoot”

The last day together is a dismal and precious night

The poor man probably laid there on her sweaty boobs after blowing his last load with the saddest *fml* face on as he processed it being, indeed, his last

But HOMECOMING!

and now the war is over they can set up house and make babies

A small breeding kink, after all, these men marched home from war and basically were told "get a job and let's repopulate for all the boys we lost!"

It’s so damn primal when you think about it but under the veneer of the starched and polished 50’s

Croz can't think straight in that tight little hole, let alone think of the ramifications of another baby

“Give it to me, give me another, come on Harry, we've got an empty space in the Christmas card anyway, think of it!! fill me up baby oh godddd Jesus bless your pretty dick-*

it’s the most mundane reasons and he still busts a nut like she’s some filthy vixen and not his sweet and slightly too optimistic wife

frantic love making with a sweater and socks still on, too

Jean is a writher because the longer they are married the longer he lasts and soon she’s come and he just keeps going and she cannot keep quiet then and he’s too big to ignore or calm down between, just thick enough to always be tugging just right and she fully sobs from it sometimes

Often she’s trying to cup herself?!? Fully spasming and shaking and curling in but his strong forearm is over her belly and his lips on her ear

This man is a god at spooning sex

she is so cock feral when she falls pregnant it almost alarms him

The books didn't say anything about this?! He's exhausted and dehydrated and his classes are suffering as a result

Wants to ask Egan if he encountered this phenomenon

His war buddies become a new father support group

"Hang in there pal, only three more months"

They’ll be in the kitchen just chatting before dinner, she wants to tease him. Scoops a little cherry pie filling onto her finger. He licks it and sucks it off -- bites the finger too, in the background dogs are barking and kids are running amuck

As the Crosbys you’re in for a life of very benign but nauseatingly idyllic Christmas parties.

Snow globes, y’all

Sweaters, spiked eggnog and very well thought out gifts

Harry is the sort to carry Jean's purse when they are out shopping and she is trying on clothes. He also has no problem going and buying her sanitary napkins at the drugstore when she's on her period, because it's completely normal and there's nothing for anyone to be embarrassed about. Basically, he is just stupidly in love with her. He's like a puppy who will always follow, but she doesn't take advantage of that fact (credit to:@noneedtoamputate)

He is Harry “Have You Met My Wife?” Crosby back home, too, it’s even worse when he gets tipsy and his confidence grows and good luck shutting him up about how beautiful she is

This is the sorta man whose kids only learn Daddy was a goddamn boss during the war when they’re outta college, a very casual “oh yeah, that was sort of a thing, pass the salt.”

It’s canon this man cut his own son’s hair all his little life, propped him up on a little stool in the back yard and got to trimming -some of the only times the boy ever heard of those devastating missions

Imagine? Same man who used to take you out on the porch into the night air and rock against his sweater when you were a baby and wouldn’t settle is the same man who bombed the hell outta Fortress Europe

He’s the kind of man whose kids are so enamored over how both sides of the coin could settle in the same man, they end up making a documentary about him

Now I also need you to think of this man at bath time in the early 50’s -Shirt sleeves rolled up, top two buttons on his pristine white button up shirt popped with a peak of chest hair showing through, his curls getting steamed by his kids bubble baths

He’s got the prettiest slightly hairy forearms, y’all -according to Jean at least

Gives himself a bubble beard to make his kids laugh, will stay on his knees watching them play for ages, fully participating

His white shirt gets fully transparent with all this splashing and Jean has to really keep her mind on what’s next when she can so easily see his hair and pretty little nipples pebbled in a chill under them. Stops her whining about water on the floor in seconds.

Harry’s already hushing her and mopping it up with a towel anyway

The Crosby kids will have memories of their idiotically in love and enthralled parents who loved being parents, wrapping their baby selves snuggly into towels and setting them on the counter and just cracking up over how cute they looked with their chubby and shiny widdle faces poking out of terry cloth

Jean and Harry spend a lotta time doing that, they just love their kids, ok?

Brushing their cute little Croz curls

Jean can’t say no to a single one with their sad puppy eyes their daddy gave them

Sometimes they sit the kids in front of the fireplace (they obviously needed a house with a fireplace after that honeymoon) and line them up. Talk about them as if they aren't sitting right there. "Honey, look at those gorgeous eyes -- and his smile! Oh my, who do these cuties belong to?"

But it’s not all placid domesticity. Picture this:

Crosby with a mega phone, organizes a neighborhood Easter egg hunt. He's in charge, his aviators on, taking this so seriously

There are maps, he’s planned this for weeks, some of those traits and skills he picked up during the war come back at the oddest times

this gets even more intense if any of the war buddies are there

Harry writes letters to them strategizing, they all come and bring their own kids

It makes the local paper for being one of the biggest Easter egg hunts the state has ever seen

Night falls, children fall asleep and there are still some eggs left. Armed with booze and flashlights, the boys go out to collect the rest

Harry and Jean don't collect any though, they end up in a bush necking somewhere

Bucky gets very adamant about finding them and Brady is just as adamantly begging him not to

But Major Egan cannot be stopped, he rallies his men, hopping on the kids’ bikes and scooters

Everyone heckling each other in the dark suburban neighborhood

"Ya lost your touch Buck, keep up will ya?"

They all end up in a schnapps induced heap in the Crosby's backyard, long limbs all folded up on too small equipment

Jean and Harry leisurely stroll back up the street under lamp glow to their house where everyone is feral and collapsed and calling loudly for their hosts

Sharing soft little smiles and picking twigs out of each others hair

They tuck these idiot men in on the couches and floor, blankets, sleeping bags and dogs

Hear me out: Jean is the only human able to talk a belligerent Bucky out of his thirtieth beer

She has that sweet way about her that makes every person wanna be a better man for her

When he finally gives in and throws his arm over her little shoulders and swears she’s a good woman, Harry is there with the pan and the aspirin and the blanket

She makes them all the most perfect hangover breakfast the next morning, gingham checked apron stretched over swollen belly

Harry nuzzles her belly when she stops at his plate to dish up the eggs

Everyone wants to gag over how perfectly content these two are but that would be a waste of the best breakfast in the USA

And if Jean happens to make the best baked goods on the block - Croz is making sure everyone knows just who’s muffins those are on the bake sale table. Or if she wants to pursue a career or education? Harry is her biggest cheerleader, doing anything and everything to support her and being sure that everyone knows how incredible she is at what she does. (Credit @blurredcolour)

They may be the sweater wearing, block party and Sunday school couple but don’t think anybody gets away with being snide to Mrs. Jean Crosby -there will be comeuppance, even if it’s just an exquisitely literate verbal evisceration.

There's even more often a roaming band of local kids who kick the shins of everyone who's mean to Mrs. Crosby, because she gives them sweets and feeds them when they're hungry and cleans up their scrapes when play gets too rough and -if Mr. Crosby hands out a comic or two to the boys that "accidentally" tripped some bloke who was harassing his wife, well. All is fair in love and war. (Credit to @promptedwordsmith)

When in the summer of 49 the Crosbies get a swimming pool dug? It might as well be considered public property.

not just the kids who are attached to the crosbies, though. your home is a constant revolving door of visitors - including a bunch of ex-servicemen. if it's not bucky lounging in the pool, or rosie painting the fence in his shirtsleeves because he wanted to be helpful, then douglass is smoking a cigarette in the yard while trying to make you laugh. ev is asking harry to show him how to read this goddamn map bc they're supposed to be taking a trip to the grand canyon in a month, and bubbles is over for dinner every other night. even brady sometimes shows his face, if only to carp at harry for getting them lost over france that one time while working the barbecue because you asked him to. when you and harry bought the house with an extra room you weren't sure you would ever use, you didn't expect it to be occupied as often as a popular hotel. if anyone ever had any bad intentions toward the crosbies, they're definitely rethinking it. those that don't...well. being in the air corps teaches one all sorts of creative ways of getting back at people. (Credit to @fidelias)

Imagine all the different skills the Crosby kids (_and their neighbor friends who never seem to leave_) learn from these guys?

“Oh yeah, Bucky Egan taught me how to swim while wearing his aviators…”

In other words:

Harry Crosby went home and built himself a little Norman Rockwell Camelot and then opened the doors of the kingdom to his buddies and -that’s as it should be.

And that’s not even mentioning how the Air Force and the CIA walked up to his front porch and interrupted a backyard ballgame to ask him for his help

It sucks to be super smart and needed when all ya wanna do is teach literature, go camping and help keep the church life going

But still

Jean sure looked good in Pakistan, the kids enjoyed a new culture and Harry likes to say he may have done some good

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Empty Nester's (M)

Tags - manga spoilers, new manga ending because it's mine, Fem Reader, Reader is called mama, mom, etc. Cunnilingus, squirting, idk

"With the children away for the weekend, what do you guys have planned?” Makio was swaddled with your baby, 11 months old and so big already, she could easily be mistaken for much older than she is. She was like her daddy, big, smart, and sweet. Harumi had been visiting the Uzui’s on the weekends for the past month giving you and Gyomei a break but also preparing them for the arrival of their own bundle of joy in the coming months. Of course, you had spent weekends as a family with them but then it was suggested that she stay by herself. You compromised with all three of the kids staying with the Uzui’s that way at least Muichiro and Genya knew their sister and could help.

“I don’t think we are doing anything special, a night in, maybe we will get a full night of sleep” Gyomei laughed from the doorway where he was talking with Tengen, the boys crowding him as he talked of their weekend plans. Makio squinted, rolling her eyes before turning back to you. “How is Hinatsuru? Has the tea been helping ease her stomach? It was heaven sent for me, Shinobu had trained Aoi so well” Makio nodded, bouncing slightly as Harumi stirred from where she rested.

“She is doing much better, eating a lot more which we are grateful for. She had us all worried. But she is well, excited to see Harumi, I think the maternal instincts are already kicked in because she hasn’t stopped talking about Harumi since she left last weekend” You nodded, understanding the feeling, throughout your pregnancy just seeing babies made you want to cry from happiness, some mothers would even come chat when they noticed your heavy stomach, letting you gush over their baby.

“Yeah, but Harumi is also the sweetest girl, so patient and she loves her brothers so she’s happy when they are around” Harumi’s head lifted at the mention of her brothers. “You should head home before she falls asleep, she sleeps like her father at night and Hinatsuru may not get to play with her” You urged the Uzui wife back towards the door, Tengen noticing the movement moved to let Makio pass.

“That’s our cue then, we will see you all in 3 days, have a good night, and try not to have too much fun!” Tengen winked before turning to follow his wife, your sons leaving with a wave and a few air kisses before following as well, a row of little ducklings.

As the door slid shut your husband turned to you.

“Come on, I have something for you” He was rocky, still settling into the prosthetic leg, it made him sway a lot when he walked but he no longer had to hold onto your shoulder, he could walk just by holding your hand which was an improvement. He was still hesitant about holding Harumi while standing but that would happen with time, just had to be patient.

“You’ve been so patient with us, every single one of us, from the boys to Harumi, and to me. Since the fall of the demons almost 2 years ago you’ve been so attentive and working nonstop, making sure everyone is comfortable and happy, you’ve kept everyone fed and bathed. You even changed our bandages and helped us bathe, which is no small feat. You did so much and I just wanted you to know how grateful I am, and how grateful the boys are to have you, to call you my wife, to call you a mother. I am so happy to be here with you, to have been given the chance to stay on this planet with you and live happily.” He paused his speech as you got to the backyard, lit with lanterns and decorated with flowers. There was a large blanket in the middle of the yard, filled with pillows to create what looked like the coziest bed ever. Sitting next to the bed was a tray lined with snacks and wine alongside 2 glasses.

“What is all this? When did you do all this?” You turned towards your husband of 5 years someone who you had watched grow into the beast of a man before you today, so gentle and loving and at the same time he held power you couldn’t even imagine carrying after knowing him for 8 years he still gave you butterflies.

“Had some help, you are quite oblivious when you are with Harumi so it was easy, she loves her mama just as much as I do. You are an amazing woman and I’m so honored and blessed to call you my wife.” Your eyes watered at the thought behind this surprise and his sweet words, you hadn’t put thought into the things you did, there was a house to run and a family to take care of after they literally saved the world, the least you could do is take care and help them, it was almost natural, you had been taking care of Gyomei’s injuries since you had first met in the wisteria house your family-owned, although it was closed now, once again it was just a home but more than welcome to those who were former corps members.

“I don’t know what to say” his hands moved to your back, gently guiding you towards the bed, the warmth from the overwhelming amount of candles provided such comfort that it didn’t take long for your muscles to relax as you sunk into the cushions and pillows.

“you don’t need to say anything, just relax, enjoy your night” There was a soft smile on Gyomeis face as he sat down, stretching his legs. “c’mere let me hold you” his words were quiet, like a whisper to draw you into his space, you didn’t hesitate before moving between his legs, letting your back rest against his chest while he wrapped you in his arms, letting his hands rest on your thighs. You both sat in silence, enjoying the clear night with the stars shining so bright you could probably see without the candles, but they provided extra comfort to your night. It was nice having a night with just the two of you, it was something that you hadn’t experienced in years. Between them fighting Muzan and having to relearn how to live normally, to giving birth to your daughter there was always a full house. Now they were able to leave, more than ready to get out of the house and spend time with their friends and family. It was something you weren’t quite ready for. Large hands were wiping away tears before you could realize you were crying.

“What ails you? What can I do?” Gyomei was soft as he addressed you, still holding your cheek as you relaxed back into him.

“They are all leaving, they can leave us now” you sniffled, turning around to face your husband, sitting on your knees. “Gyomei, the boys are gonna get married and leave” Deep down you knew it was ridiculous to think that they would suddenly leave, they were only 17 but you were dating Gyomei at 19 and he was 22, they could leave at any age. Gyomei smiled, his clouded eyes flickering about.

“Let’s slow down, no one is going anywhere. They are spending the weekend with the Uzui’s, and no one is getting married anytime soon unless we marry them off. Lay back, listen to that quiet, no kids, no screaming or fighting, no crying. Tranquility. S nice isn’t it?” You sat back, taking Gyomei’s advice and listening to the world around you. “What do you hear?” you listened close, relaxing into the embrace of your beloved and closing your eyes to truly listen.

“I hear the trees as they shake.”

“Mhm”

“I hear The birds sing their young to sleep. It sounds like they are getting tired” You were focusing, you swear you were, but his hands were distracting, wandering from your hips. His touch started slow, just rubbing your sides like he did when you wanted to relax, but then they started to move inwards, resting on your stomach and moving up.

“What else do you hear” His voice was low like he was telling you something you were allowed to hear, trying to hide it from the world.

“um…” You couldn’t focus on the sounds, not when he cupped one of your breasts, applying pressure as he leaned into your neck, wet kisses trailing from your jaw to your collarbone.

“focus, what’s going on?” The tone of his voice was a warning, a baritone hum as he continued his ministrations, biting into the skin of your neck as you leaned to the side, giving him more access.

“Frogs” is all you got out, moaning as one hand undid the ties to your clothing and the other continued to fondle you.

“good girl, what else” He paused, leaning back to watch each inch of your kimono fall off your shoulders and reveal your skin.

“I-“ a moan interrupted you as both his hands went to work, pinching the nipple of one breast while massaging the other. His lips still danced along your skin, slowly compared to his rough hands. “The river” He hummed into your skin, encouragement to continue as he worked like he was tuning a violin, plucking the strings of your pleasure until he had it just right. “You” Your answer was met with his hands removing themselves from your body, his mouth detaching itself from your skin. You sat up, turning to look at your husband.

“Yeah? What do I sound like?” His disheveled hair and lack of prayer beads had him looking almost feral, his hooded gaze staring down at you as he crawled over you, moving you until your back hit the ground, looking up at him. Your answer never came as he engulfed you in a kiss, claiming your lips as his own. You couldn’t stop the moan that erupted as one of his hands found purchase on your hip, pulling the band of your panties until they snapped back at your skin. Your tongue grazed his lip, asking for more, and was met with a hasty reply. Your mouths danced so familiarly with one another, like every movement of the other's tongue was rehearsed, practiced an infinite number of times over, each clash of teeth and head tilt a piece of intricate choreography. Gyomei pulled back gasping, head tilting towards your ear.

“You know what I want?” He hummed pressing a kiss to your collar, lips wet with your shared saliva. You made a noise of acknowledgment, too high-strung by his constant touches everywhere but where you wanted. You're sure if you looked down you would see your panties soaked through, uncomfortably damp but you couldn’t care less. “I want to be the one to listen to the pretty noises you make when you cum on my tongue” Your breath hitched as he placed another kiss on the slope of your breast, moving his way down your body, with teasing touches and wet kisses. “Okay?” He continued his path down your body, nipping at your hip bone, tracing the soft skin of your stomach as he nosed at your panties.

“Yes sir”

“Good girl” His praise was accompanied by his tongue, licking at the wet patch that had stained your panties. He was never a patient man when it came to pleasure, you had grown used to it, he knew what he wanted and he wasn’t afraid to take it if you let him, and who were you to deny your husband of such pleasures? He pulled aside your panties, not bothering to slide them off your hips, just revealing the glistening beauty of your pussy. The groan he let out was pure sin like a predator warning its prey before it eats them. Which is what he planned on doing. Gyomei didn’t waste time, diving into the heat of your pussy. His tongue flicked at your throbbing clit, teasing and divine. He went from flicking to sucking, not wasting a breath between both, switching the rhythm to keep you on edge. You reached down, hoping to hold onto him as grounding, afraid you would float away in the thralls of pleasure.

“Mei, please don’t stop” You moaned a symphony for him, following the beat of his tongue. 2 fingers pushed their way into your heat, thick and practiced it was almost too natural for him to do it, like he was using the hand to tighten the ropes of your pleasure, cranking at them in hopes they would break. He hummed into you, enjoying his meal thoroughly, eyes closed like he was lost in his own heaven and that ad you clenching, teetering on the edge of orgasm thinking he was enjoying this as much as you. By the way you could make out the subtle shift of his hips against the ground, you had no doubts he was. His fingers curled upwards, thrusting in at a speed faster than his tongue. You fell, the pleasure quickly overwhelming your body jolted, trying to breathe through the pleasure. You saw stars, eyes rolling back for a few seconds as his ministrations continued, not wanting to slow and end his own pleasure. Another groan resonated through your core that had you yelping, an unfamiliar swirl in your stomach itching forward.

“C’mon baby” He moaned again, begging for your body, and his hand continued it work, mouth quickly attaching back to your overly sensitive bud. A second orgasm came crashing down on you, a litany of explants leaving your mouth as you released all pent-up energy, coating your husband's face in a stream of pleasure. He lapped eagerly at your sex, not wasting a drop of you, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean as well while you tried to come back to earth, breathing heavily and holding weakly to the and that still held your panties to the side. Gyomei sat on his heels, rubbing at your tighs while you tried to get ahold of yourself.

“You did so good mama’s, so good for me, huh?” His tone was encouraging. He was careful as he moved your legs together, giving him room to lay next to you, a space heater for your bare body, still recovering. You looked at him through lidded eyes, a sleepy smile gracing your lips.

“Gyomei,” You whispered, still breathless. He smiled, pulling you into his chest so you could snuggle in, using your kimono as a blanket to cover you and keep you warm.

“I’m here” He pressed a kiss to your head, damp, but you didn’t care.

“Thank you” He hummed, knowing that this was just the beginning of a long night.

[themusingsofacurlyhairednerd]

Datura Pt 4

Summary: A little (ok it's not very little this is 4k words) Rhysand x Reader training under the mountain

Content Warnings: Some suggestive content, nothing explicit, Rhysand is a tease and so am I, will get to the actual smut eventually ;)

Pt 1, 2, 3

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There’s water dripping somewhere, the splash against the copper tub echoing across the room in a steady enough rhythm it drags you from sleep. You’ve never been a morning person, especially after the last couple days, it takes everything in you to prop your head up on your hand, open an eye and try to figure out where the noise is coming from. With your luck there’s a leak, even enough to flood. You fully expect to find your slightly furnished prison to be underwater, your bed floating up towards the ceiling. It’s definitely a more reasonable answer than the truth. A flood in this ancient tomb makes sense, who knows how long these pipes had been here? But the violet eyed male sitting on the edge of the tub when you’d never heard the door open? You have no explanation for that.

“The dead sleep lighter than you,” Rhys says by way of greeting.

You drag your gaze to the door. It’s still shut, as if he’d walked right through it.

You pull the pillow over your head, it’s too early for all this nonsense. “Go away, Rhysand.” Maybe you shouldn’t be so flippant with him after the power he’d displayed last night, but you’re too exhausted to care.

“Rhysand?” He says like you’d cursed at him. “I thought we were friends?”

Friends? He doesn’t give you away to his evil Mistress one time and suddenly you’re friends? He’s as delusional as he is powerful and you can’t stop yourself from sliding an arm out from under the sheets to give him the finger.

“You wound me.”

You close your eyes and let sleep try and claim you again, the blissful darkness quiet for the first time in days, no Calanmai visions to haunt you. For a few hours you’d been able to forget where you were, why you were here, why the male hovering at the edge of your bed is here. Perhaps if you go back to sleep it’ll all be a terrible dream.

“You stink,” he says as he yanks the sheets off you and tosses them across the room.

You’re more bare than you’d like to be, still wearing that mud stained shift, too tired the night before to even attempt to get clean, you’d just crawled into bed and cried yourself to sleep. Conscious of your lack of dress, and suddenly very aware of the male’s gaze on your nearly exposed ass, you grab the edge of the pillow and swing at him with all the strength you can muster.

It’s apparently not a lot because Rhys catches it before the blow can lend and wrenches it from your grip. “We have a lot of work to do.”

“Eat shit,” you snarl.

“Not a morning person I take it?”

“You’re the most infuriating male I’ve ever met in my life,” you hiss as you crawl off the mattress.

Rhys grins, eyes glinting playfully. He likes this, you realize.

“I promise you’ll never find another male quite like me, Darling,” he retorts.

You look away from him, at the steam curling off the water in the tub, filled almost to the brim. A bath would be nice… but there’s no door, and Rhys is hovering like a puppy just given a new owner. There is no trace of the male you saw last night, the monster that laid beneath his skin.

“I don’t… have any other clothes,” you mumble, forgetting what you were talking about before.

He holds out a hand and a set of perfectly folded clothes appears in his outstretched palm. “I’m not a monster, I wouldn’t have you walk around naked. At least not out there,” he says with a wink.

“It’s too early for this,” you grumble as you take the clothes from his hand. There’s a pair of pants, socks and a sweater, both black, and surprisingly soft. You carry them into the bathroom on instinct, only remembering at the last moment that there is no door to give your privacy and he’s now sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Will you leave now?”

“I’m in charge of training, remember? There’s no escaping me.”

“Is this training happening in the tub?”

His eyes gleam, “I can think of a few exercises.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. This version of him is better, better than watching him rip people apart with nothing but his mind, but he’s getting on your last nerve. You can’t remember the last time you’d eaten. He’s going to push you too far and the morning is only just getting started.

“Rhysand-”

“Fine, I’ll turn around,” he does so as dramatically as possible, but his back is finally to you.

There’s little else to do but strip and climb in. The water is blissfully warm, easing your stiff muscles, swallowing the chill that feels like it’s carved it’s way into your bones. You groan as you settle against the side, eyes drifting shut for a few moments so you can savor it for as long as possible.

 You’re not sure how long Rhysand’s civility will hold out, so you don’t wait too long before you grab the cheap soap and start scrubbing the grime from your skin. Truth be told, you’d need a good couple of baths to be completely clean, but you make the most with what you have before scrambling out and into your new clothes. They fit like they were made for you, everything the perfect length and size, and they’re warm. After spending so long in your shift, the chill of the mountain is beginning to feel permanent. This takes the edge off, just a little.

Rhys’s turns as you leave the bathroom like he’s been listening to your footsteps, two pastries in hand this time, one half eaten. “Hungry?”

“Where do you keep pulling this stuff out of?” You ask.

He eats the other half in one bite as he holds the other one out. “I’ve got deep pockets.”

You’re too hungry to care.

“Or pocket realms, I should say,” he amends as you take a bite. It’s not warm, if anything it’s a little stale, but there’s something sweet, maybe honey in the center, and it’s filling, easing the ache that’s been steadily growing in your stomach for awhile now.

“Thanks,” you say around a mouthful of the pastry.

He stands and brushes a piece of it off the corner of your mouth with his thumb, like he just can’t help himself. He’s always finding an excuse to touch you. “Can’t have you starving to death before we’re done with you, now can we?”

You frown at that. “Right, that. And here I was thinking you cared about my well being.”

“I can multitask,” he says.

You scarf down the rest of the pastry, manners be damned, “Let’s get this over with then.”

With a wave of the hand, the door opens to him. “Right this way, M’lady.”

“Nope, you’re definitely not calling me that,” you counter, biting down the obvious surprise that he’s letting you out of the room. After last night, you’d expected to be locked in your room until Amarantha deemed you ready--whatever that was supposed to mean--the chance to get out and explore with fresh eyes is a promising start to the day, Rhys’s company be damned. He’s been pleasant thus far, but you’re wary of how long it’ll hold out, you can’t waste any opportunity to explore by worrying about what he’ll do on his next whim.

The halls are scarred from your claws on them last night. You trace their path forward, before they veer left, opposite the way Rhys is leading. You make a mental note of the paths: Left will eventually lead to the throne room, right will be something for training?

Rhys is less chatty in the halls, hands deep in his pocket as he strolls ahead. It looks like he’s trying to be leisurely, but his shoulders are stiff, muscles tight, even if his pace is slow.

The path goes right for a long while, then rounds into a downward spiral. The torches are few and far between here and there’s something beneath the rock scratching and hissing. At one point you’re sure you hear screaming.

“Where are we going?” You ask as you wrap your arms around yourself. This place is creepy, a giant dungeon filled with monsters.

“Some place where you can’t accidentally bring the mountain down on our heads,” Rhys says.

“You’re very confident I have powers you can use,” you reply.

Rhys continues on, but says over his shoulder, “Why are you so sure you don’t?”

“Because…” Because what little has manifested has always been an uncontrolled mess that had a tendency to disappear just as quickly as it would come. Because your uncle had always made it sound like these things weren’t a big deal, they were something everybody had and grew into overtime. Because two days ago you were a simple girl with a simple life and you had liked that, and now suddenly that wasn’t true, you weren’t simple at all and never would be again.

Rhys slows until you’re walking side by side with him. “You shouldn’t have to be scared of what you are,” he says softly, like he thinks the walls might hear him.

Maybe that was part of the problem: What even are you?

The path levels out and straightens back into another hall, the ground more rocky here. A soft breeze whistles through a crack in the wall, but there is still no light to be seen.

Rhys stops at a door covered in ancient markings and pushes it open. The old stone creeks like it hasn’t been opened in centuries, a bit of dirt from the ceiling falling on your heads as you enter. The space is pitch black, the air stale.

“Is this the part where you turn into some giant monster and swallow me whole?” You ask in the darkness. It’s so dark you can’t see your hand in front of your face, let alone him.

He chuckles from somewhere ahead of you as he lights one torch, then another. “If you’re a slow learner maybe.”

He uses the first torch to light two others, anchoring one in each corner of the large room. Like the throne room, the roof is held up by carved pillars, each one shaped like a warrior in battle. There’s a rack of old weapons against one wall, the wooden shelf holding it full of holes and sagging dangerously. A stack of training cushions has been stacked in the other, all coated heavily with dust. Some sort of old training room.

“I take it Amarantha doesn’t do much training,” you say as you step up to one of the carvings. Time and dust have worn down the face’s features, leaving one visible eye beneath what might have once been a helmet. The fae male had once been depicted with wings, but only one remains in tact, the other a pile of rubble collecting at it’s base.

“She doesn’t get many challengers,” Rhys says so low it’s almost a growl.

You turn to face him just in time to see the shadow that flashes across his face. He’s pretty good at hiding his emotions, but every once in awhile the mask slips enough for you to see something beneath. It’s anyone’s guess if it’s real or another one of his tricks to get you to let your guard down, but still, you find yourself asking, “Why not?”

“They’ll loose.”

“Why?” You shouldn’t be so open about your disdain in front of one of her subjects, but even after the little display last night, you’re not so totally afraid of her that you won’t ask questions.

He cocks his head like he’s thinking. “You don’t know do you?”

You walk to another pillar, a woman this time, half her body shaped like a giant snake. “That seems to be everybody’s favorite question to ask me.”

Rhys scratches at his chest, “She has the power of all Seven High Lords.”

Shit.

No one had ever given her a name, they’d always said she was a Blight on the Land and left it at that, as if they feared saying her name would summon her. There had been rumors about her, of course, whispered in taverns in the middle of the night, about a female who had ensnared the High Lords, a female who had snatched them all off their thrones. You hadn’t thought it was true. Tamlin was still in Spring.

“How?” It’s a nice story, but who could manage a feat like that? She was an intimidating force of course, but she hadn’t personally done that much. Everything had been done for her, she’d just been there overseeing.

“As I said,” he sits down in the middle of the floor and motions you to do the same. “She is what your father made her.”

You shiver and desperately need to steer the subject away from all things Hybern. You’ll cross that bridge in three months when he arrives. For now, getting out is the objective-- even if that means partnering with a monster to do it. “So why are you here?”

“Siphoning away our power isn’t a one time thing, since they’re regenerative, so she bound us to her so that she could tap into it continually.”

The information takes a moment to process.

“You’re a High Lord?”

He holds out a hand and lets a few tiny stars glitter from his palm, the glittering balls of light forming constellations and shapes before flying away. “Was,” he says sadly.

Not just any High Lord, there’s only one that can summon stars--something you realize now should have made it obvious from the get-go--Rhys was High Lord of the Night Court. And if memory served, the most powerful High Lord in Prythian’s history. Everybody feared him. And he was here, sitting in the dirt with you far beneath a bunch of rock.

Cauldron boil you, you’d told the High Lord of the Freaking Night Court you were going to rip out his throat!

You can’t look at him. What are you supposed to do with the knowledge that you’d kissed the High Lord of the Night Court? You wish the ground would open and swallow you, but Rhys just stares at his hands, like he’s thinking about all that he has lost.

“How long have you been here?” If this was true, if Amarantha had really managed to steal from and ensnare all the High Lords than Rhys was just as trapped here as you.

“Going on fifty years,” he says.

The room spins. “You’ve been trapped here for fifty years?”

“But who’s counting?” The grin he offers doesn’t reach his eyes.

Before you can ask more question, he rubs his hands together and says, “Now let’s work on those shields.”

Your mouth opens to get back to the previous topic, the next question on your lips, but he misreads it and says, “Yours are nonexistent, any half trained daemati could walk right in and turn your mind into mush.”

The image of that male last night, blood trickling from his eyes makes all questions die in your throat. You can’t suppress the shiver. Is that what he’d done? Gone in and turned his mind into soup?

“You have to picture your mind like a hallway,” he explains, “each thought is a doorway into your memories, and each door needs to be locked and guarded.”

You scratch absently at your head.

“Close your eyes,” he instructs. “Now picture a hallway.”

The first hallway your mind can conjure is the winding path you’d taken to get here, the dark, ancient stone cold and unyielding.

“Try again,” he says like he sees it. Maybe he can.

You give yourself a little shake and try again.

“Relax, you’re too stiff.”

“You’re too stiff,” you retort.

Rhys snorts, “You have to let go of the tension in your shoulders. Take a deep breath. You need to let go of the focus you have on the room and look inside yourself.”

How philosophical; you’d roll your eyes if you weren’t squeezing them shut.

“Right now, you don’t exist here in this room, you’re body is the only tether you have. Let your thoughts drift and form the hallway.”

This is probably a skill you need--maybe a skill you should have possessed a long time ago, as unsure of all of this as you are, you owe it to yourself to at try and master your powers. You know if you don’t that he is perfectly capable of reaching into your mind and taking over them for you. If Amarantha would kill a male just to scare you, it’s not beneath her to use her puppet lordling to reach right into your skull and wield your powers anyway she sees fit. You have to try to master them. This might be your only chance.

You let yourself drift, letting go of all the questions and concerns that tug at you, letting your mind relax. With a few calming breaths you start to think about the farmhouse and the little hallway that leads from the stairs to your bedroom, the walls lined with your bookshelves and the collections of things your uncle had found in his travels.

“Good,” as he speaks he slowly begins to appear in your mind’s eye. This mental version of him reaches out a hand and picks a book up off the bookshelf: Enemy Kiss. Of course the first book he’d pluck out of your memories was one of your smutty romance novels.

With a squeak, you reach out and snatch it out of his hand. “Ok no touching the books.”

His grin is wicked as he turns into nothing but shadow and drifts right past you to another shelf. “Seduced by the High Lord,” he reads, fingers grazing the collections. “My Werewolf Harem.”

Your embarrassment makes the walls rattle, when you toss out a hand to grab the book from him the shelves go flying, sending books in all directions.

“Quite the collection you’ve got here,” he teases. “What’s in here, I wonder?” The shelves had been separated by doors, more doors than had been in your actual house, and when he opens it, it’s not a room at all, but a memory, playing out before you like it’s somehow detached from the body you use to move through the hallway. It’s a strange feeling, knowing that physically your body is sitting on the floor, but mentally, you have a body that moves and walks and touches, while your own memory plays out like it’s attached to a third body. When Rhys steps through the door, he steps right into a memory from last year’s Calanmai.

It might have been any other night, were it not for the drums pounding outside the windows, his own voice an echo on a phantom wind. You watch, somehow separate, yet connected to the body laying on the bed in front of you. Moonlight streams down on you as you lay in bed, sweat clinging to your skin, the sheets kicked off. The drums rattle the windows, begging, pleading you to come out and play. Memory you gives a frustrated growl as you roll onto your stomach, pulling a pillow over your head.

A normal memory, much to your relief. You know there are other ones in here that are…

The room spins, a blur of colors and sounds.

“What’s happening?”

Rhys is in shadow form again, a blur of darkness among the flash of color as the memory morphs and settles. Again in your bedroom. Again with the drums and Rhys’s call inside your head. But this time… this time you’ve got your shift bunched up around your hips, legs spread, your hand between your legs.

With a shriek, you spin towards the door and slam it shut.

Rhys finally takes a corporeal form again, now leaning against the door frame, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I’d praise your quick learning abilities, but I think we could have had more fun if you hadn’t slammed the door so quickly.”

Your cheeks heat, “No more touching the doors, Rhysand.”

Despite the fact that his physical body is across the room from yours, when he moves so that he’s standing ahead of you, your back now flush against the door to keep him out, you can still feel the heat of him. He braces one hand above your head, the other coming down to stroke across your cheek. “See, but you brought that memory up, not me, Darling. I walked into last year out of sheer curiosity, but you started thinking about another night, and brought it right to me.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you grumble. “It just happened.”

“It’s cute that you’re so scandalized by it,” he says as he leans in, lips brushing against your ear.

When you shiver, a door across from you flies open.

“I’ve seen a lot worse in people’s minds,” he continues. “You’d be surprised how often people are thinking about sex.”

He’s the last person you want to be talking about sex with, or at least, you’d like to tell yourself that, but over his shoulder you can see into the room you’d opened, and it’s very clear that memory is of how his hands had felt on you that night. How close you’d been to begging for him to touch you.

You concentrate your energy into slamming that door shut before he can turn and see it--if he hasn’t already-- imagining a lock on it, sliding it into place, no matter how bad it makes your brain pound in your skull.

He glances over his shoulder than, grinning. “Good girl.”

You’re not sure if he can feel the confusion while he’s in your head like this--and you pray to every god you can name that he can’t because than he’d also know that, despite all your attempts to deny it, being called a good girl makes your stomach do flips--or if it shows on this version of you’s face because he adds, “It takes some people years to be able to shut their memories out, let alone lock them away.”

He knocks a knuckle against the wood of the door you’re still barring him from. “It’ll need reinforcing, but you’re making good progress.”

Maybe it’s him, maybe it’s you, but the hallway fades away and you open your eyes, blinking as the lights suddenly feel too bright, dim as they are. There’s a dull throbbing in your head that has you reaching out to rub your temples.

“Is it always going to hurt?” You grumble.

“No, with enough practice you should be able to check and lock your shields without having to be in a meditative state to do it. Which is something you’ll need to master within a couple weeks.”

Hadn’t he just said it took people years? “Why?”

His eyes are dark again, dangerous. “Hybern is sending your cousins to evaluate you and Amarantha’s hold on the Courts.”

You’re sure that’s supposed to mean something to you, but it doesn’t.

“The twins are daemati, like me, but…” he flicks some dirt off his knee, the cobalt and ruby gems on his rings gleaming in the firelight. “I don’t enjoy going into people’s minds like this. It’s an intrusion, not just of your privacy, but of your consciousness. It… it makes me feel like I’m violating people.”

There’s something in his voice that makes you think he might be showing you what kind of male he is underneath all the layers of flirting and show boating, like there’s something haunted and damaged beneath.

“I do it because I have to,” he holds your gaze like he needs a lifeline, like he might beg you to understand why he’d done what he had yesterday. “But the twins aren’t like me and if you give them an inch, you will find yourself a slave to their every whim.”

You shiver.

“You’re shields have to be up at all times, Y/N, your survival depends on it.”

You find yourself nodding. This is a dangerous game you’re now involved in, monsters lurking on every side. As much as you want to pretend that you can go back to a simple life when you finally get out of here, you know, deep down that to get out, life may never be as simple as it had been again. To be free, you’re going to have to dig deep and figure out exactly what you are.

“Show me more,” you say, meeting his gaze. You’re not sure what lies beneath your skin, if Hybern wants it, it very well be a monster as bad as any of the ones that lurk beneath this mountain. But if it means getting out of here, if it is the key to your freedom, you’ll do it. And in the end, you’d rather be the one to awaken it, before anyone else dared try.

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[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Doming them in Bed 18+ Ft: Takashi Mitsuya, Hakkai Shiba, Shuji Hanma, Ran Haitani, Taiju Shiba & Rindou Haitani WC: 900+(unedited) TW: penetrations, oral sex, masturbation, suggestive language, Dom/sub roll, rough sex, c*** stimulation, play with breast, touch deprivation. Resident : @enchantedforest-network MINORS DNI 18+

Mitsuya 

He would let you ‘try’ and take control for a while. He is getting a good view of your body picturing all the suggestive items of clothing to make for you. Your hands are pressed on the back of his things as you ride his cock. The slight circulation in movement as you kept him inside you. Earning you to hear him moan softly. “You're such a good boy for me.” the lower lid expression, a seductive grin crept on his face. He had a smirk on his face knowing damn well this little power trip you had could be taken in a matter of a swift motion. But instead of doing that, he banter with you. “Your good boy is loved when you ride him.” his hands firmly holding your thighs. You could feel his pelvis buckling slightly as he went a bit deeper into you. 

Hakkai 

Have you ever heard the expression 50 shades of red? Well, think about Hakkai and how red his face would be. His quivering moans accompanied him as his body tensed up trying not to cum so easily. Your teeth are nibbling on his lower lip. Sinful words accompanied by soft moans from you. He craved to touch you but you denied it. Pushing his hands back down on the bed. “Tsk tsk babe I didn’t say you could touch me yet.” letting out a playful low chuckle.

“Ngh~~~” he craved for his hands to touch your body but you would give him permission until you decided to. Hearing the cursing words escape from his lips. His blue eyes would dilate due to how much he was turned on. “You're making this painful hard not to touch you.” he pants as he looked up at you.

Ran 

He is all up for you to take control when he is not in the mood to dom you. He finds it exciting how from being so submissive to being this dominant person and a flash of an eye when given the opportunity. Face sitting as he enjoys the sweet nectar coming from you. Your hand ran through his lavender hair tugging it as his tongue flicked your clit. “Just like that,” you mumbled in a moan. 

His hands held your thighs firmly as he buried his face into your wet cunt. When he hears you speak he removes his tongue from your sensitive bud of nerves in a lazy smile “Anything for my queen. I shall please my queen any way she wants.” Rindou Talk about pouty. He would try to take control back but when you tell him not he won't go through with his plan. You're sitting on the middle of his chest, your hands reaching behind you as you beg to stroke his cock. “Looking a bit submissive Rin darling?” you cooed in a teasing manner. The luring gaze you gave him made his cock twitch in your hand.

“You making it very hard not to toss you ah----” he could even speak as you begin to stroke his cock faster. He tossed his head back on the pillow, the bit of precum coming from his cock. Your thumb runs on his slippery tip as you continue to stroke him. “Fuuuuck.” he is gritting his teeth.

Hamna 

He will think you have control but he is the one secretly in control of everything. When he doesn’t want to put effort he would love how you ride. One hand is on the back of his head and the other is stimulating your clit. He could feel your cunt constricting around his cock. “You know just how I like it. Don’t you dare stop” one hand pressing on his chest as the other began to fondle your breast 

A grin appeared on my face “I won't baby girl. I wanna see that lovely face of yours when you cum .” Instantly you knew he had the upper hand with his words. You couldn't even get mad at him but you followed what he said. You continued rocking your hips against him as your orgasms began to approach. The knot forming “That's right cum for me~~cum all over my cock”

Taiju 

Yeah right, no way in hell not even in a million years you can do that to the ultimate dom. The moment he senses you trying to take control, you are pinned down underneath him. His cock is ramming into you with no sense of stopping anytime soon. His balls slapping against your throbbing cunt. He firmly held your hands above your head, your legs over his shoulder, his face was millimeters from yours. You were a babbling mess. 

“That's what I thought. You know your place, don't think you try that shit with me.” He thrusted hard and deep inside of you “understood?” 

“Yes  yes, Taiju.” You cried out loud ready to finish the punishment you were going to receive from him.

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PROMPT TWO “Christmas at sea”

2nd December 2024 - dedicated to @phisworld14 because I woke up this morning to an absolutely hilarious chat and it immediately gave me the spark for today's Advent Fic.

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                There is a small brown box sitting on the pillow in his rack. While it is Christmas Day, usually people giving gifts like to see the person’s face when they’re receiving them.

                Unless it’s a prank gift.

                Like a glitter bomb.

                Then they want to be as far away as possible.

                He reaches out and pokes it, and it feels heavier than its size would suggest. Small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. Unlikely to be anything too dangerous given its size. He picks it up and runs a fingernail along the seal of tape, still a little apprehensive. Maybe it’s not even meant for him. But it was on his pillow. He opens it and there is tissue, and then there’s a little peek of red and yellow and he tips it into his hand.

                It’s a rooster.

                A little ceramic rooster.

                He turns it over to look at the base.

                Hand painted.

                Limited edition.

                What the actual fuck.

                “Merry Christmas Rooster…”

                His head snaps up from studying the odd gift.

                Hangman is standing there in the doorway to their bunkroom, face almost expressionless. Except Bradley’s gotten to know him better since the mission. Since the animosity dropped away into this uneven truce of something else. Can see the way half of Hangman’s bottom lip twitches when he’s nervous about something.

                Then it hits him.

                They’ve been at sea for four months, with three months to go. Which means Hangman brought this onboard with him. Made room in his limited duffle space for a gift.

                For him.

                Huh.

                Something else.

                “How long Hangman?”

                “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

                He places the box and ceramic rooster onto his pillow carefully and steps toward him. Of course he doesn’t step back, that’s never been Hangman’s style, and it leaves them standing with a mere inch between them, so close he can feel the warmth of his body and the damp heat of his breath as it ghosts over his lips.

                “How long?” he asks again, and it might be the movement of the ship, but Hangman, no, Jake, sways into him. He runs the tip of his nose up the ridge of Jake’s nose, breathes in the scent of salt-jet fuel-soap until their lips are brushing, knows Jake can likely feel the prickle of his moustache against his skin. “How long Jake?”

                “Long enough. Too long.”

                The words are soft, quiet, but he can feel Jake’s lips moving against his own and he presses softly, ever so softly, lets his hands settle carefully on Jake’s hips as he kisses him, doesn’t want to scare him away. Not that he thinks Jake Seresin scares easily, but with regards to this he might; Bradley’s not willing to risk it. He pulls back slightly, likes the way Jake’s cheeks have flushed, likes knowing, hoping, that he’s the reason.

                “I didn’t get you anything.”

                “That’s okay, I’ve got everything I want.”

Today a 15 minute crayon on paper sketch (which I scanned in because I am at work), rather than a 4-hour thing from yesterday because digital art is HARD when you've only been doing it for a month...

[ttheggrimrreaper]

Haii I love your writing and I was wondering if you could do a NSFW with gagamaru needing you so bad he sneaks into your window in the middle of the night (he's all out of breath and sweating lol) and fem!reader is really sweet about it please and thank you!!

Thank you so much!!!! Sure I can!

Masterlist

Needy

Gagamaru x Fem!reader

MDNI

NSFW under the cut

Think of it like this: In a Au where instead of Blue lock happening while our characters are minors, they are aged up and adults. But the same things happen, just with them as adults. You can assume this is the case with all NSFW works I make.

Gagamaru wasn't a needy person. He didn't stress about his partner talking to other men, most of the time. But after spending so long at Blue lock.. with nothing but his fist and other sweaty men. Gagamaru didn't waste a second before breaking in and getting what he waited so long for.

Warnings: Missionary, Breaking and entering (not so much breaking), no protection, P in V, mentions of fingering.

You yawned as re watched the game, well more so a reel someone put together of Gagamaru being goalie. Not a lot, only 10 minutes worth of footage that was eye catching enough, but it was enough to please you. You were so proud of him, sure it wasn't exactly what he wanted to be, but he looked happy to be in a game, to be in the starting line up.

Turning off the TV, wrapping yourself in your blanket as you passed by a taxidermy fowl. A gift Gagamaru had given to your guardian.. and when you suggested getting rid of it because it was creepy and Gagamaru had given them yet another one. They promptly yelled at you, it was the first gift Gagamaru gave to them and they were never gonna just give it away! Your lovely guardian now rested in the other half of the house... too old to be able to take care of themselves. You chuckled as you patted the birds head, going to your room to get a good night's rest, maybe, If you're lucky, Blue lock will let your mountain boy have his phone.

Gagamaru had waited long enough, stuck fucking his fist in the shower and little chance he can get. Searching for some kind of satisfaction. But once his release came, it did little to please his urges. He wanted you, needed you. He couldn't even call you for the entirety of being away at blue lock. He couldn't even see you in the crowd, however he did get to see your face when they watched the replay and the camera man panned to your cheering face as you clung onto your guardian, hand thrown up in the air waving and screaming his name. Unfortunately however, the domestic moment that should have brought blood to his cheeks, went down to his pants.

You were dreaming, your mouth parted as your face was plush against the pillow. The soft flowers that your hands trailed over... White and black with bold yellow middles.

"y/n...." Your name called in the winds, followed by a huff, and a crash which dragged you out of your dream. "Y/n" the voice said again, you sat up... Looked around at the very end of your bed two eyes seemingly glowing.

"OH MY G-"you screamed, launching your pillow at your intruder. He leaped forward and a hand crashed over your mouth. You closed your eyes and squirmed, kicking and hitting his chest as hard as you could.

"hey, don't scream come on-" he huffed out, you paused recognizing the voice, slowly cracking an eye open to meet with Gagamaru, his face red and usually wide eyes full of.. usually nothing was currently hazed over with lust. No doubt your struggling and squirming again his lower half didn't help him in the slightest.

"Maru??.. Gagamaru!!" You leaped on him, the fear from before forgotten as you pressed kisses all over his face. He panted slightly, his arms wrapping around you.

"hey pretty girl" he hummed, catching your lips in a kiss. It was hungry, chasing after you and trying to hold himself back from overpowering you with what little restraint he had left. Pulling away and digging his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against it. "Need you" his voice was muffled, occupied with pressing kisses along your neck and collar bone.

As much as you would have liked a domestic greeting.... You had to admit you missed him just as much. His touch, his tongue, the way he would perfectly roll into you. after experiencing his fingers curling and touching all the right places, your smaller ones did little to please you. So many nights spent with your hand between your legs, playing with your pussy only to find that it did nothing to what you craved.

"need you too." You mumbled against his hair. That was all the confirmation he needed, pushing himself up as you straddled his lap, lips clashing together as your hands gently twisted his hair, his grip on your hips bruising. Slowly, his hands etched your shirt off, only parting for a quick minute to pull the fabric over your head. You leaned back, pulling his down with you, his hands carefully gliding over your nipples, teasing them with the pads of his thumbs.

You whimpered under his touch, tugging his hair softly as you had to pull your head back, panting. Gagamaru found a new home for his lips, back on your neck as he left little love bites and kisses. His hands slide down to your hips, fumbling to untie the draw string that kept them on. Pulling them down along with your panties before one hand returning to cup your cheek as the other rubbed soft and slow circles on your clit. Pawing at his shirt collar, he obliged and pulled it off himself, your hands still in his hair as he pulled away. The cold air reaches your core as you shiver, hearing the familiar sound of his belt hitting the floor.

"I love you so much" He rasped out, hands returning to your hips as he lined up.

"Maru no no 'ts to b-!" He caught your scream of pain that slowly plead into pleasure with his lips, swallowing it up as he bottomed out. He was just too damned big and after so long without him, it felt like the first time all over again. Experimentally, he rolled his hips forward, cock dragging perfectly against your walls. You whimpered lifting your hips up as you whined for more. Nails digging into your shoulders.

He started off slowly, gently as he would pull his hips back ever so slightly, and then push himself back on. The lewd sounds filling your ears along with his groans. But with each thrust, and each beg for more you let out, he sped up. Hips slamming against you, he pulled away as he sat up, tucking his arms under your waist as he lifted your hips ever so slightly, but even the slightest difference in elevation allowed him to sink into you deeper.

You moaned his name countless times, begging for more as your hands clawed at the bed sheets. He was too big, in both length and size, on any part of his body. You couldn't reach his shoulders or hair so you had to settle with the sheets. His eyes were shut, face contorted in pleasure. Usually, for Gagamaru to truly feel satisfied, to truly be able to orgasm, he required some crazy position. Full nelson, waterfall, sometimes you would be hung up in the air. But as of right now, he had no attempt to no move you into that. All he simply wanted, was one. One simple, one long awaited, one well deserved, orgasm.

Your heels dug into the small of his back, pulling him impossibly closer. The room full of your moans and the lewd sounds coming from where you two would meet. However, one specific drag in particular had you screaming. The head of his cock harshly dragged against your G-spot causing you to squirm and move your hips around, leading you to further more reach your high.

Your squirming, had ended up working wonders for Gagamaru, a loud groan coming from him as he came, and with one final thrust he bottomed out and allowed himself to bend back down to kiss you, with no intention of pulling out. You whined, shifting around slightly but his hands came to catch your hips and hold you still. "No no don't move.. don't move" he mumbled, the exhaustion from the game, and this long awaited reunion finally catching up to him.

"w-welcome back Maru" you hummed, pressing a kiss to his hair as you panted. Gagamaru nodded softly, head nuzzled in the crook of your neck once more. He finally, was Abel to return home, To you, which to Gagamaru... Wherever you were was home.

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Deprived | Eighteen

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: mentions of death, swearing, suggestive, fluff word count: 3.6k a/n: I'm aware not much happened in this part but I'm trying my hardest to keep this interesting while I'm in writer's block. IM TRYING Y'ALL I PROMISE IT ONLY GETS BETTER !!

pov: matt

I watched as her chest rose and fell delicately against my own, her hand clutching the skin of my torso as if I'd slip away at any given moment. I woke up earlier than I usually do, the light shining through the curtains blindingly. I delicately brushed her blonde hair behind her ear, smiling down at her peaceful state. I sighed, throwing my head back into the pillows behind me as I held her closer to me, not wanting to leave this calm moment.

She shifted in her sleep, humming lowly while moving her head up further to lay on my shoulder. I chewed on my lip, wondering whether or not I wanted to wake her up and bother going to school or if I should just skip the day as a whole and spend it with her.

"Matt," she mumbled and I tilted my head up, looking down at her to see her eyes were still closed, her mouth hung open as she was still in a peaceful slumber.

"Pretty girl?" I whispered, checking if she was awake but I had no response as she shifted her legs to land between mine. I smiled once again, running my hand along the soft skin of her lower back.

"Baby," she mumbled against my chest again, her voice shaking slightly before shifting against me once more. She breathed in sharply before she lifted her head off of my chest. Suddenly, her eyes blinked open and she looked around the room with a frown and I tilted my head to look at her.

"You okay?" I asked quietly, noticing her sudden tenseness and she shook her head. I returned my hand to her back, rubbing up and down her spine to ease the tension in her body, "What's wrong?"

"Nightmare," she mumbled, her voice raspy and deep from her sleep as she continued frowning, her breathing slightly heavy. She pushed herself up from my chest, sitting upright as she faced the wall to my left. As she was running her hands across her face, I placed my hand on her thigh and she jolted causing me to remove my hand again.

"Sorry," I mumbled softly, feeling bad for scaring her and she shook her head again. She ran her hands through her hair before pursing her lips and looking down at me.

"I just get jumpy after a nightmare. It's okay," she gave me a weak smile and I slowly placed my hand back on her bare thigh now that she could see my movements.

"Do you get them often?" I asked cautiously, not knowing if she wanted to talk about it and I didn't want to push her.

She nodded, looking down at her hands in her lap as she picked at her nails, "Yeah, I get them when I don't smoke. That's why I smoke like every night."

"Oh," I let my mouth fall open as I continued to study her face. She had a shameful look behind her eyes as her hands trembled slightly, "Do you wanna talk about it, pretty girl?"

"I don't know how," she said quietly, embarrassment showing through her words and I frowned, shifting so I could sit up more against the headboard.

"You can always try," I answered softly and she pursed her lips, glancing at me slightly before inhaling deeply, "Do you have the same nightmare every night?"

"No but they're all pretty similar," she explained, closing her eyes and I ran my thumb on her thigh to comfort her, "It's always someone I care about dying in one way or another. It used to always be my mom and my sister."

"Who was it now?" I asked cautiously and she pursed her lips again before opening her eyes.

"You," she answered quietly, looking over at me with a worried look in her eye and my face softened. I ran my hand up and down her thigh as she chewed on her bottom lip nervously, "I've never had a nightmare like that about anyone but my mom or sister."

"I'm sorry," I shifted up further and she sighed, leaning her head back on her shoulders.

"It's not your fault," she whispered, closing her eyes as she took another deep breath, "I just hate having them."

"Do you wanna tell me what it was about? It might help getting it out," I suggested carefully and she lifted her head, glancing at me again before she nodded. She leaned down placing her head back on my chest as she wrapped her arms around my torso again and I wrapped my arms around her back.

"It's not the same every time but this one I haven't had before. Not just because you were in it but the situation was different," she explained quietly as I continued to run my hand along her back, "We were on a cliff and you were hanging over the edge holding onto my wrist but I couldn't grab you or pull you up. I just had to watch your hand slip away from my wrist and fall."

I let out a heavy breath, imagining myself in her shoes in the nightmare and my heart broke for her as I whispered, "That sounds awful."

"I just hate those nightmares because I feel so fucking helpless," she mumbled, pulling herself closer to me and I sighed, laying my head on top of hers before I kissed her hair gently.

"It's just a nightmare, pretty girl," I answered softly and she hummed in response.

"I don't wanna go to school," she sighed, her body finally relaxing into mine as I traced my thumb along her thigh in circles.

"We don't have to go," I mumbled against her hair and she turned her head to look up at me with a deadpan face.

"I'm not making you miss classes and you have to take Nick and Chris," she stated plainly and I scrunched my nose, not thinking about that previously.

"I'll get Nate to pick them up," I shrugged, not wanting to leave her at her house alone.

"You're not missing out on school because of me," she deadpanned once again and I smiled down at her.

"I have a high enough grade," I shrugged once again and she rolled her eyes, pushing away from me behind sliding the covers off of her body and standing up.

"We're going to school. Get up," she spun around with her hands on her hips, a serious look still on her face making me giggle.

"Yes, Mom," I rolled my eyes, sliding the covers off of my body before swinging my legs out of the bed as she stood between them.

"That's mommy to you," she tapped my chin and I let my jaw drop, the unexpected comment catching me off guard before she giggled, leaning her hands on my shoulders, "Come on, that was funny."

"It was hot," I smirked up at her, causing her to roll her eyes before looking down at me again with a smile. I pursed my lips, looking up at her with doe eyes.

"We're not getting into more of your sick and twisted kinks right now. Get your ass up," she ruffled my hair, trekking across the room to where she threw her pants on the floor last night.

"Yes, mommy," I mumbled jokingly, pursing my lips to hide my shit-eating grin as she spun around in surprise. I let out a snicker before she threw a shirt at my face, covering my vision for a moment before I pulled it off of my head to see her sliding her jeans on.

"You're the worst," she mumbled, a smile on her lips as she shook her head, zipping up her jeans before turning around to look at me again. I stood up, waltzing over to her before I grabbed her belt loops, pulling her towards me.

"You're cute," I mumbled, leaning down and placing my lips on hers gently. She smiled against my mouth before she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, brushing her fingers on the nape of my neck as I shivered from her touch. I let go of her belt loops, reaching my hands around to grab her ass roughly making her gasp.

I used that as an opportunity to slide my tongue between her lips, exploring her mouth slowly as she hummed against me. I pulled her towards me further as she tangled her hands in my hair, tugging on his slightly and I felt heat travel towards my dick when she did so.

"Babe," she mumbled against my mouth before she pulled away and I subconsciously followed her head back. She giggled at my attempt to kiss her again but tugged on my hair to hold my head back lightly, "Chill out."

"Sorry," I mumbled, opening my eyes to smirk down at her as she let go of my hair, "I just really wanna kiss you."

"How about for every piece of clothing you put on you get a little kiss?" she smiled up at me and I immediately nodded my head, sliding out of my pyjama pants and boxers before slipping on a fresh pair of underwear, “You’re not gonna shower?”

“I had one last night. Now give me,” I leaned my head forward with my lips puckered and she rolled her eyes dramatically before pecking her lips against my own.

“Next,” she demanded and I followed her orders as if I were a dog in training. I slid a pair of clean blue jeans on before puckering my lips again. We continued the cycle as I put each item of clothing on and each time she rolled her eyes before sticking true to her word.

Socks, kiss. Black wife-beater, kiss. Black shirt, kiss. Grey hoodie, kiss. Shoes, kiss. Jacket, kiss.

Amongst my neediness for her affection, she had also changed out of my black hoodie into a pink crewneck I forgot I even owned. I liked watching her as I sat on the edge of my bed as she familiarised herself with my bedroom. Shuffling through my closet to find a clothing item she liked, using my spray deodorant from my desk and spraying my cologne on the crewneck without asking.

I liked seeing her make herself at home, not bothering to ask because she already knew I wouldn’t dare say no to her. She trotted over to her bag, pulling out a few items that were small cylinders.

“What’s that?” I asked, intrigued as she walked over to the mirror before grabbing a tissue and a bottle of water that barely had anything in it. She dumped the small bit of water into the tissue as she spoke.

“Eyeliner and mascara,” she explained before using the now damp tissue to wipe around her eyes as the excess makeup that was smudged.

I hopped up from the bed and waltzed over to her, standing behind her in the body-length mirror as I peered over her, “Can I see?”

“See what?” she asked before throwing the tissue in the small trash can I kept beside my desk.

“The makeup. I wanna know how you put it on,” I shrugged and she looked at me in the reflection of the mirror with a smile.

“Uh, okay. Well, the eyeliner goes on your waterline and on your eyelids. Hence the name eyeliner,” she explained, holding up the small black pencil and I nodded as I listened.

“What does it do?” I asked dumbly and she smiled at me as I moved to stand beside the mirror to look at her while she clicked off the small lid on the pencil.

“It just makes your eyes look more intense,” she shrugged, taking the pencil and running it along the space where her eyelashes met her skin. I cringed as I watched, nervous that she was so close to her eye with a pencil.

“Is that not uncomfortable?” I asked, slight worry in my tone as she blinked a few times. It was only then that I noticed a direct difference in the shape of her eyes, the one without eyeliner around it seeming slightly bigger.

“You don’t feel it once it’s on,” she explained, glancing at me briefly as I studied her actions. She quickly smudged eyeliner on the other eye before leaning back to inspect her work.

“What’s the purpose of mascara?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest as I was genuinely intrigued. She clicked the cap of the eyeliner back on before switching to what I assumed was the mascara.

“To make your eyelashes look longer,” she shrugged, pulling at the small contraption from its bottle and I frowned. The spikes on the end of the stick looked alarming.

“I can’t believe you’re putting this shit near your eyes. I'd end up making myself blind,” I raised my eyebrows and she giggled as she coated the black liquid on her eyelashes.

“I can’t believe you’re this interested in makeup,” she mumbled, focusing on the mascara she was smearing on still.

“Only because you’re doing it,” I answered honestly and she leaned back from the mirror before screwing the lid back onto the mascara bottle, “I wanna know about everything you do.”

She tilted her head to the side as she looked at me, a sweet smile covering her lips before she leaned forward. She quickly kissed my lips, not letting it linger too long probably to not entice me to keep her home again.

“How are you so sweet?” she asked quietly, leaning her forehead against my own briefly before pulling away from me.

“Ate a lot of sugar as a kid,” I joked, a half-smile on my lips as I shrugged and she let out a chortle at my attempt at humour.

“It’s all adding up,” she raised her eyebrows before spinning on her toes and walking back towards her bag. I let my eyes scan her body, watching the way her hips swung and her hair flowed down her back.

"Are you sure we can't stay here?" I whined and she laughed to herself before turning back around to give me a scolding look.

"We're going," she stated blandly making me groan before I walked over to her, pulling her to me by her wrist before I pressed my lips against hers quickly. She smiled against me, reaching her hand up behind my neck to play with the hair at the nape of my neck again.

Suddenly, there was a knock at my bedroom door and I pulled away from her reluctantly. I unlocked the door and swung it open to see my mother standing in the hall with a smile.

"Good morning," she said tiredly and I smiled back at her before giving her a side hug.

"Morning, Mom," I answered quietly before Layla appeared behind me in the doorway, giving my mom a small smile and wave.

"Are you feeling better, sweetheart?" she asked Layla and I turned around to see Layla nod gently as I pulled away from my mom.

"Definitely. Thank you for letting me stay again," she quickly answered, a small smile still on her lips.

"That's good. I'm off to work now. See you when I get home," she quickly leaned up, pressing a kiss to my cheek before waving back at us and travelling down the stairs again.

"You're mom's so cute," she smiled at me and I rolled my eyes with a smile before she leaned up to kiss my cheek.

"You're cuter," I answered with a smirk and she rolled her eyes, pushing me away from her by my shoulder.

"Shut up," she said half-heartedly and I chuckled while she picked up her bag as I followed suit.

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“No Mia?” Chris asked as he sat down at our usual table in the cafeteria, this time next to Allie who was sitting on the right side of Layla as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders.

“I haven’t seen her today,” Allie shrugged half-heartedly and my eyebrows furrowed. I could tell everyone was still tense from Mia’s actions yesterday but I didn’t want to let it bother me.

“Have you picked out a dress for prom yet?” Layla asked Allie, averting the topic away from Mia which I silently thanked her for.

“Yeah! Do you wanna see?” she asked, pulling her phone out from under her thigh on the seat. Layla nodded and Allie excitedly unlocked her phone, browsing through her Snapchat memories before she turned her phone away from Chris, "You can't look."

"What? Why not?" Chris asked, slightly offended at her actions as he crossed his arms and leaned them on the table in front of him.

"Because it's a surprise. You too, Matt," she called me out and I furrowed my eyebrows, my reaction similar to Chris's. Suddenly, Layla placed her hand over my eyes.

"Quick, show me while he's not looking," she whispered to Allie and I rolled my head back, trying to peek under her hand but she pressed it closer to my eyes, "Oh, that's really cute."

"Right? I feel like the colour will match with my hair really well," Allie responded and I could hear the excitement in her voice before Layla pulled her hand away from my face and I blinked my eyes open. Allie was now doing something else on her phone.

"Have you bought it yet?" Layla asked as Allie locked her phone, shaking her head.

"I put it on hold. I'm hopefully going today after school to buy it," Allie explained and Layla nodded, leaning her head on my shoulder lazily.

"Maybe I should go with you. I still need to find a dress," Layla stated casually and Allie's eyes widened in excitement as her eyebrows shot up.

"Does that mean you'll go with us?" Allie asked, joy radiating off of her and I smirked at her excitement before I glanced at Chris who was smiling at Allie.

"Yeah. I'll have to find a cheap dress or just make my own but I'll go," Layla shrugged and Allie squealed in excitement, clapping her hands together rapidly as she wiggled in her seat.

"Oh my god, I'm so excited. We have so much to plan. It's only like three weeks away," Allie rambled, whipping her phone out again making Layla giggle, "Do you still want a black dress?"

"Please don't tell me you changed your mind. I already got a black suit and shirt," Nate deadpanned, speaking for the first time since he sat down catching our attention and Layla chuckled.

"I still want a black dress, Nate. Calm down," she smiled at him and he let out a breath of relief, dropping his forehead to the table tiredly.

"Something like this?" Allie asked, showing her phone to Layla and Layla looked at the black sparkly dress with a nod before she tensed.

"Is there any chance we can find something like that for like a quarter of the price?" Layla asked hesitantly, her tone uneasy at the conversation involving money and I wrapped my arm around her tighter.

"I'll help you pay for it," I told her quietly and she looked up at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"I can pay for it myself," she answered shortly and I raised my eyebrows, her slightly aggressive tone catching me off guard.

"I know you can. I just wanna help if you find one that's more expensive that you really like," I explained and she furrowed her eyebrows further, pulling away from me slightly. I let my face drop as she pulled away from me, unsure of how I upset her but I didn't want to bring it up in front of everyone.

"This one is a bit cheaper and kinda the same style," Allie suggested, showing Layla another photo of a dress and Layla pursed her lips, nodding her head.

"It's okay. I'll have a look later," Layla responded to her, her tone slightly short but kept up a polite front as she tried to subtly get Allie to stop.

"We can always just look at the mall," Allie suggested and Layla nodded again, her body tense as she leaned forward to place her elbows on the table. My arm fell from her shoulders to her lower back, "You coming to the game tomorrow?"

"I have to. Can't break our spoken agreement," Layla responded, not sounding excited in the slightest.

"Spoken agreement?" Nate asked, catching everyone's attention again.

"I said if I went to his last four games then he would get another piercing with me," Layla explained and Nate raised his eyebrows, an upside-down smile appearing on his lips.

"What one?" Nick asked, half-asleep on his hand that was holding his head up.

"It's a surprise," I spoke before Layla could and Nick furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. I leaned forward, placing my elbow on the table before I placed my chin on my hand, sliding closer to Layla but she tensed when I did so. I pursed my lips, letting my arm fall from her back as I placed it on my thighs awkwardly.

"Nate," Allie said in a sing-song voice causing him to lift his head from the table, "Do you wanna take me and Layla to the mall after school?"

"Really?" he deadpanned and Allie smiled at him widely, nodding her head.

"Please," she begged, holding her hands together in front of her as Nate just stared at her.

"I can take you," I offered and Allie turned to look at me as Layla still looked ahead.

"You have to take Nick and Chris home. It will be easier if Nate does," Layla retorted, not bothering to look at me and my eyebrows furrowed at her sudden coldness. I felt my heart sink, feeling her walls being built up again and I let out a heavy breath, trying to not let it show that I was confused.

"Uh, yeah. I can drop you guys off," Nate said awkwardly, noticing the sudden tension in the group and I saw Layla's mouth curl into a half-hearted smile. I let my eyes drop to the table, wracking my brain for what could've upset her.

I knew she didn't like other people paying for things but I didn't know why my offering to help would upset her so much. I let my thoughts wander through my head as the rest of lunch passed, staring off into space as the conversation continued that I was paying no mind to. Soon enough, the bell rang and Layla exited the cafeteria without another word to me.

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[katelynnwrites]

11"Can you not see that I love you? That I've always loved you?" With Lea schuller

my tears ricochet. (prompts 4 & 11, lea schüller)

it is to a particular german forward sitting on your doorstep that you come home to.

she’s hunched over and you wouldn’t have known that she is actually pretty tall, have you not known her for years.

‘lea?’ you ask in alarm.

the night is cold and your first instinct is to check if she is dressed in enough layers.

she isn’t.

her cheeks and lips are white from the low temperature.

‘lea?’ you repeat again, with significantly more worry.

the blonde lifts her head up, giving you the chance to properly look at her.

her red and swollen eyes do nothing to assuage your fears.

‘why am i not enough?’ she barely audibly whispers.

‘you’ve always been enough schülli…what are you talking about?’

lea forces a laugh.

‘how was your date then?’

‘it went well. lea what’s going on? you’re scaring me.’ you say, bending down so that you’re at her eye level.

now that you’re closer to her, you can smell the alcohol on her breath.

the fact that she’s clearly intoxicated, two days before a game has your anxiety level rising sky high.

this is so completely unlike her that you’re almost floored.

‘you’ve been drinking. schülli what’s wrong?’ you almost demand, in your rush to find out what has made her so different to her usual self.

lea stands up suddenly.

her blue eyes well with tears and she angrily spits, ‘what is so fucking unattractive about me that you refuse to see me?’

you frown, quickly reaching a hand out to grab her forearm because you’re afraid that she might fall, given her current state.

‘don’t touch me!’ the bayern munich player snaps, pushing you away.

she stumbles and you only tighten your grip on her.

‘schülli let’s go inside.’ you try to suggest but lea isn’t having any of it.

she makes a frustrated noise, forcefully twisting herself out of your hold.

‘can you not see that i love you? that i’ve always loved you?’

you gasp and lea sobs.

‘why is it that you insist on going on date after date even though you know it’s breaking my heart. i’m in love with you but you don’t even see me.’ her words are slightly slurred but there is no mishearing them.

‘lea…you’re not thinking right. you’re drunk.’ you murmur.

your chest tightens at the heartbreak on the blonde’s face.

her confession is making you feel all sorts of things but in this moment, all you care about is her wellbeing.

lea’s obviously intoxicated and definitely not dressed for how cold the weather is.

‘what’s that they say about drunk words being sober thoughts? i love you. that’s real. how can you not understand how much i love you?’ she insists.

‘lea.’ you pull her back into your grasp and she listlessly gives in.

there’s none of her previous fight and she goes with you into your house, without any further prompting.

gently leading her by the hand, you guide her into your bedroom and sit her down on your bed.

‘always wanted to sleep here with you. always just wanted to be close to you.’ she mumbles sadly as she looks around, recognising her surroundings.

‘schülli.’ you softly say, your heart cracking further.

prior to the last fifteen minutes, you have had no idea that she feels this deeply for you, or even at all.

there’s still salty tears sliding down her cheeks so you carefully brush them away.

lea’s eyes flutter close and she leans into your touch.

you can’t help but caress her cheek for a moment longer.

‘go to sleep. i’ll be here in the morning and we’ll talk then okay?’

‘i’m gonna be so mad at me in the morning.’ she whispers.

lea scoots under the covers, her blonde hair spread all over your pillow.

now that she’s warmed up a bit, you can see how flushed her cheeks are.

it’s kinda cute, even with the current circumstances.

‘sleep lea.’

the blonde sniffles one more time and then begs, ‘stay. please. you’re going to hate me soon enough so please just…just give me tonight. please just let me love you tonight.’

‘i promise that i won’t. and i’ll stay lea. all you ever had to do is ask. all you’ll ever have to do is ask.’

kicking off your shoes, you slide in beside her. your inappropriate sleep attire be damned.

the blonde curls herself into you immediately, tucking her face into your neck.

her tears flow steadily and you wrap your arms tightly around her.

‘don’t cry schülli. there’ll be no more dates for me i swear. just you. only ever you from now on.’

lea shakes in your grip.

‘please be real. please be real. i don’t want to wake up and have this all be my imagination. i can’t live with that.’ she repeats over and over again.

her desperation is evident and you scramble to assure her.

‘i promise that this isn’t in your head lea. i love you too and i only went on dates to try to move on from you. i’m so sorry that i made you think i didn’t see you before, i honestly never thought you would return my feelings.’

‘well i do.’ she fiercely states, glancing up from her previous position.

‘i know that now.’ you quietly confirm.

pressing your lips onto her forehead, you relax when you finally feel lea relax.

softly, you say, ‘i’ll tell you that i love you again in the morning, when i know for sure that you will remember.’

‘i’ll remember. how could i ever forget you?’ are the striker’s last words before she drifts off, clinging tightly to you.

[captain-mj]

You know the alien au? Do you have something like that for Korangi?

Hell yeah!! Koenig is the same species as Ghost because I'm lazy but Horangi is different. No need to read the other one

Koenig felt very ashamed of himself. But his needs were... growing. He had started to get more and more irritability. He wanted a mate. Or at least someone to fuck.

It was shameful, to need to pay like this. But he had gotten desperate.

A friend had given him the suggestion after he had bared his teeth at some innocent deer people. They had been chewing and exposing their chests and their stupid little tails kept twitching around and it got the parts of his brain that were horny and hungry all confused.

The matron showed him different pictures of pretty creatures. He saw one and felt his mouth start to water. "That one."

"Horangi. He's a bit pricey."

"Whatever he wants. I'll pay it." Koenig nodded. "I need him for three nights."

"We charge hourly."

Koenig groaned. "Fine. One night. Eight hours. Then if I want more I can just buy?"

"Yes. As many hours as you want. Though, I'm sure he could wear you out. I always suggest hourly."

"No, I need longer."

The matron paused and nodded. "Alright. I'll get the bill for you."

It was steep, but Koenig made more than enough money and didn't find many things to waste it on. This was more than worth every penny. "Can I bring him to my place? Or does it have to be here?"

"He has to stay here. He owes money and he can't leave until he's done."

Koenig felt unsettled by that, but he nodded. "Fine. I'll make do."

He let the matron know about his... requirements. She took them all down and nodded. "You'll have him tomorrow."

All of this led Koenig to this moment right here. Where Horangi was in a bed, blindfolded so Koenig could slip off his hood, and "very well" prepped. His legs were slightly spread and his hands were next to his head. Giant cat like ears with tufts on the end listened intently to Koenig walking around. His cock sat on his tummy, half hard and twitching as Koenig stared at him.

Koenig wondered if he had not been informed of their size difference. He put a hand on his hip, watching his long fingers wrap around him. Horangi was roughly six feet two inches and toned, but Koenig was large. He was on the larger size of an already large species.

One of his thick fingers, claws filed to be smooth and not sharp, slid into him. Definitely slick enough, but not good enough. He could finger him, of course, but the problem with that was his claws. Even filed, he doubted they'd be very comfortable.

So Koenig picked Horangi up like a doll and started to lick at him.

Horangi jerked and hit his shoulders. "Not even a hello first??" He stopped struggling and moaned loudly the moment Koenig's tongue breached him. He started to lap slowly, letting the sandpaper texture of his tongue tug at his sensitive body.

Koenig closed his eyes. Horangi's top half hit the pillows as the rest of him stayed in the air, legs over his shoulders. He had a sweet taste to him. Perfect for what Koenig needed him for.

Koenig continued until he dripped and seemed loose enough. Horangi had started to squeeze his thighs around his head which drove him fucking wild. His tongue pushed deeper and deeper with every squeeze before abruptly pulling away.

Horangi's legs shivered and his cock was now at full attention.

Koenig didn't want to talk. It was bothersome and unnatural. Still, he swallowed thickly. "Hello. Where is your lube?"

Horangi shivered at the way he spoke and pointed to the drawer.

Koenig retrieved it and grabbed Horangi's ankles, forcing him up and exposing his hole again.

"What are you do- Cold!!" Horangi squirmed when Koenig put a generous glob directly on to him. "A little warning."

Koenig grunted, worried if he spoke too much now he'd ruin everything. All of his blood was also rushing to his cock and he was sure if he didn't get some relief soon, he'd go insane. He poured more on his own cock and put one of his hands around Horangi's throat.

Horangi tilted his head back. "getting your money's worth huh?"

Koenig pushed in, feeling Horangi tense when the head popped in. He groaned a little, hands flying to Koenig's shoulders. His fingers searched over his shoulders, over his face, down his chest.

"Wait what ar-"

Koenig shoved more into him, whimpering at the tightness. The pressure was so intense and it was so slick. He rolled his hips to try to work his way deeper.

Horangi gasped and dug his nails in, almost immediately drawing blood. "Fuck, fuck, so big."

Koenig paused, burying his face in his neck. He pressed in tight and after a moment, resumed his rocking.

Deeper. More. His body begged for Horangi to just let him in. It was his fault, maybe he should've ignored his attraction and picked a species more compatible.

Oh dear. Horangi would probably be terrified knowing he was being bedded by such a horrid creature. Koenig would make sure he stayed blindfolded and hopefully too pleasured to think too much about it.

The subject of his thoughts chose that time to sob, back arching a little. "Sorry, haven't had this big in a while. Take what you need."

Koenig snarled loudly, making him jump in his arms. Bigger? Take anyway? He rocked faster, trying desperately to fit all of himself. He took his time, making sure Horangi wasn't in pain with each inch.

Horangi's mouth opened. Sharp teeth meant for eating fish and a nice soft pink tongue. Koenig licked into his mouth, tasting him again.

Sweet.

Finally, after so much pushing and pulling, it fit. Horangi had a small dent in his tummy and seemed half awake, though if Koenig went too still for too long, he started to rock back on him, trying to get him to move.

Koenig gripped his hips hard and swallowed hard. "I am going to pull out now. Might feel weird."

"Why?"

He answered by just starting to pull out.

Horangi groaned and whined at the feeling. There was a texture that dragged along his sensitive walls, meant for making sure there was nothing in his mate but him. That he'd be bred by Koenig and only Koenig.

Another slow push in, another slow pull out. Horangi came all over himself, sobbing. His species was so expressive.

Koenig sped up and started to seek his own pleasure. He tried to get as deep as he could, breaking Horangi down.

All his thoughts were consumed by the idea of making Horangi drunk off pleasure. Only able to sit there and take and take and take.

Horangi clawed at his back and moaned loudly. "Fuck, not so fast. Not so deep."

"Please, please." Koenig pressed his face in his neck and rutted into him. "Inside, yes? Can I come inside?"

Horangi hit his shoulders. "Fine, fine, yes. Come on." He felt Koenig shudder and finish deep inside him.

Koenig wasn't even close to done, as Horangi would be unfortunate enough to learn.

He sobbed hard into the pillows, face now pressed against it as Koenig took him from behind. He had lost count of both how many times they finished and the time. There was no possible way it had just been eight hours. It felt like months.

Torture of the sweetest kind.

“Please, keep talking to me, please.” Horangi was pretty sure he was going insane. It felt good, so good and there was nothing to ground him. Just unrelenting, uncaring pounding right into his sweet spot. There was nothing to look at, nothing to listen to other than the sound of skin against his own and the embarrassingly wet sounds of his own body. All there was, was the sensation of touch. Even his taste and sense of smell were full of this evil, awful man who had done what many had tried but none had succeeded to do. Make Horangi beg.

As yet another orgasm was wrung out of him, he felt Koenig cum again without a word. It had started dripping down his legs, but Koenig just pushed it back into him when ever he took breaks between rounds. Koenig took breaks. He usually teased Horangi’s body with bites, nibbles and little licks over his sensitive tummy until he felt ready to continue his war path against Horangi’s body.

"Thirsty." Horangi whined out and Koenig sprung to action, quickly rearranging them so Horangi was in his lap. He brought a cup of water to his lips and helped him drink it down. "Thank you."

Koenig hummed. He seemed to lose more and more of his vocabulary as they went on. It was difficult to form words.

A knock on the door.

His eight hours were up.

He shoved Horangi down and took a good look at what he had done to him. He grunted in satisfaction and then slapped his ass lightly.

"Paying for two more days."

Horangi groaned but neither of them missed the way his ass shifted up slightly to give Koenig a better view. It was a stupid amount of money to blow on a whore. He didn’t think it was possible for him to survive the next two days, but… it was a lot of money and he doubted Koenig could keep this pace up for 48 more hours.

Right?