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[makethatelevenrings]

Jason cooking dinner for you for Valentine’s Day.

“Whatcha makin’?”

Jason sighed and shook his head fondly as you tried to peek over his shoulder to glimpse at whatever was on the stove. He nudged you away and rolled his eyes as you tried to slide under his elbow.

“Can you leave me in peace to cook a surprise dinner for you?” he said. You batted your lashes up at him and pressed a delicate kiss to his bicep.

“Baby, you should know by now that I will never let you live in peace.”

He turned the temperature down on the burner and spun around, one of his hands capturing yours and the other curling around your hip. He swayed the two of you side to side and you melted into his touch, your head coming forward to rest against his shoulder. There was no music, just the low drone of the news on the TV, but he swayed with you regardless.

“This is cute,” you murmured. You shifted your head to press your cheek on his chest and he quickly turned so your view was of the fridge instead of the stove.

“You’re such a little shit.” Jason had caught onto your plan from the very start. You pouted and stretched your arms up to wrap around his neck.

“Pleaaaase. Just give me a hint.”

He pecked your lips with a sweet kiss, a grin crossing his face as he pulled back. “You’re my little shit. Nice try, sweetheart. Go sit on the stool and look cute and maybe I’ll tell you what it is.”

He swatted your ass as you walked over to the other side of the counter and dramatically threw yourself into the stool. Jason chuckled and turned back to the steaming pot in front of him, giving you an excellent view of his broad back and thick biceps. Resting your head on your forearms, you watched the way his hips swayed to whatever invisible beat continued to play in his head.

You were a lucky little shit.

[genjispeace]

Mine - Part 2/2

In which Genji has to prove who you belong to.

tags (this part): afab gender neutral reader, genji x reader, possessive! genji, praise, unprotected sex, slight knife play (no injuries)

a/n: here's part two!! i hope it was worth the wait <3

You bring your glass to your lips, letting the fruity liquid dance along your tongue. You are one of the agents who has to stay sober tonight, as they always want at least half of the agents to avoid alcohol for the night. You can’t all get wasted right now. Though, if you have to listen to Gale drone on any longer, you may fire back far too many shots once the evening is over. 

“How is your training going? Anything exciting?” Gale asks, taking a sip of his beer. He is one of the ones allowed to drink tonight, and it’s clear he is taking advantage of that. You offer him a strained smile, but he doesn’t seem to notice how fake it is. 

“Nah, nothing too fun,” you reply dryly. 

“Awh, really? I’m sure you’re up to something,” he says with a chuckle, placing his hand on your shoulder. His hand feels slightly clammy through the jacket you have thrown over your shoulders. You chose a red dress for tonight that has a gorgeous slight plunge, but a leather jacket rests over it and keeps you partially hidden. You aren’t shy per se, but hardly bold enough to wear a plunge without covering yourself a little more. Gale runs his hand down your arm, his touch lingering far too long. You don’t dislike him exactly, but he is not the person that you wanted to spend tonight with. No, that person was at the bar last time you saw him. 

Thoughts of Genji fill your mind again. When you saw him at the bar, it took everything in you to not just walk away as Gale was talking to you. Genji wore an all-black suit tonight, matching with the black fabric mask covering the lower half of his face. His hair was pushed back a little, the dark locks framing his face. It’s like Gale could sense that you weren’t able to focus, because he stepped in between you and Genji, blocking your views of each other. 

Gale starts talking again, his hand adjusting your jacket. The back of his hand rubs against one of your breasts, and you fight the instinct to jerk away. You don’t need to cause a scene in front of all of these people, but the urge is still there. 

You sit your drink down and are about to swat him away, a motion you’d surely regret if a sponsor saw it, when another hand flattens against the small of your back. The smell of fresh pine and walnuts fills your senses, and you let out a soft sigh. Genji. 

“Am I interrupting something?” Genji says, but you don’t miss the way his voice is nearly gritty. It’s his metal hand against your back, and you can feel the chill of it through your dress, but his touch is far more welcome than Gale’s. 

“Actually, yeah,” Gale says, his touch still lingering on you. He reaches out further, but you back away slightly. Gale freezes, his brows furrowing. “What?”

“Hm. It seems they don’t think so,” Genji says. You look up to him and find his dark eyes focused on you. He runs his hand up and down your back slowly, letting his touch relax you. 

“And how would you know?” Gale says, taking a step to you. Gale’s eyes darken too, and he runs a hand through his brown hair. 

“It was lovely talking to you, Gale, but I promised Genji a dance before the night ends,” you say. It’s a lie, and you and Genji both know it. Yet, he doesn’t falter or give any reaction to the lie. 

“Is that so?” Gale says, his voice sharp with bitterness. He takes another step forward, and you go to back away, but Genji steps in front of you. It’s a slight movement, only a few inches, but it doesn’t go unnoticed to anybody.

“Walk away,” Genji warns, but Gale is too drunk to listen. He tries to reach you, but Genji moves again. His hand leaves your back and he stands fully in front of you. You hear a metallic clicking, and notice the fingers on Genji’s metal hand twitching. Your brows furrow. Why is Genji being this protective? Of course you’re thankful he’s helping you escape the conversation with Gale, but this feels like…more. 

“Consider this your final warning. Touch them again and I’ll cut your hand off,” Genji says quietly. Your eyes widen at the threat, and that’s when you realize what the clicking noise is. Genji is unsheathing his shurikens. 

“Whatever,” Gale says, taking another swig of his beer and walking away. He probably thinks Genji is also intoxicated, but you know better. Both of you were to stay sober tonight. Another set of clicks fills the air before Genji turns to face you. You start to say something, but his hand wraps around your wrist and he starts to pull you out of the room. He moves silently, but you have to almost jog to keep up with him. 

“Genji, what the hell?” You whisper as soon as you are away from most of the party. There are still a few stragglers in the hallways, but most of them are too drunk or distracted to notice either of you. Your heels click on the tile floor as you follow, leaving the wing of the headquarters that the event was held in. 

“Genji!” You say, now far enough away from anybody to be heard. You look around as he pulls you along, and notice where he is leading you. He’s going even further away from the event, toward the living quarters of the agents. You stop in your tracks, yanking your hand out of his grasp. You don’t have to worry about causing a scene here. 

“What the hell? Have you lost your mind?” You say. Genji turns to face you, closing the distance between the two of you until you’re mere inches from each other. 

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to not break his hand for touching you?” Genji growls, making you frown. 

“Why do you care so much that he touched me? I could have handled that,” you say. You probably could have gotten away from Gale eventually.

“He was flirting with you.” Genji says, his eyes as dark as they were before. 

“Why do you care?” You ask.

“Did you flirt back?” Genji asks. Your heart jumps.

“Does it matter?” You spit out. You’re so confused right now, and it’s starting to get frustrating. Why is he acting like this? And more importantly, why are you getting butterflies over him being protective?

Genji takes another step forward, and you back away, until your back hits the wall. Genji leans against the wall, his arms trapping you. You look up to see his eyes watching you carefully. 

“Answer me,” he says, and you don’t miss how soft his voice sounds now, like he’s practically scared of your answer. 

“No, I didn’t flirt back. I have no interest in Gale?” You finally tell him.

“Good.” Genji says, the edge back to his voice. 

“Wha-” You start, but your voice catches in your throat when Genji grabs your wrist and pulls you behind him again. He yanks open a door just a few feet away and pulls you in, slamming and locking it behind you. A soft white bed sits against a back wall. You’re in one of the guest rooms. Why would he bring you here? “Genji, what are you doing?” You turn to face him. 

“Something I should have done a long time ago,” he replies, and it’s the only warning you get before he crosses the distance and cups your face with his hands. You can’t help the way you melt into his touch, even if your mind is spinning. He guides you until your back is against the wall again, and lowers his face to your neck. 

“Tell me no and I stop. You can walk out this room, and we will pretend this never happened,” Genji whispers into your ear. You shudder at his words, but shake your head. If he’s doing what you think he’s about to do, it’s something you have wanted for a long time too.

“I’m not leaving,” you say. 

Genji moves quickly. He always does. In the time it takes you to blink, he has his mask pulled down and his lips pressed against your neck. A soft gasp escapes you at the feeling, and you melt into it. It all finally falls into place. The protectiveness, the anger at Gale, all of it.

Genji’s mouth leaves your neck and falls onto your lips. You whimper into the kiss. His kiss is unlike any other. It’s somehow soft and possessive at the same time. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip and you gasp, which he takes as the opportunity to dip his tongue into your mouth. You fight for dominance once, but he shuts it down quickly. Genji is in charge now. 

His hands run up your body until he’s pushing your jacket off. You let it fall to the ground, relishing the way his touch feels on your now bare skin. He pulls away from you, breaking the kiss and leaving both of you gasping for breath. 

“Fuck,” he whispers. You follow his gaze, which is taking in your entire figure. It catches on your curves, everything highlighted by the dress. You feel your cheeks heat at his undivided attention on your body, and you’re sure they are a shade of red that rivals the color of your dress now. 

“Genji,” you say softly. He looks back up to you, his eyes wild. His mask is off now, probably somewhere discarded on the floor. You’ve seen him without it before here and there, but he’s usually not so open about it being off. He watches you as you cup his face now, running your fingers along his scars. He should be the one getting fawned over right now. You pull his face down and lock your lips together again. One of your hands traces around his neck and into his hair, pulling softly. He grunts into the kiss, then slams you back against the wall. 

“I want to ruin you,” he whispers. “Let me be your man. Let me make you mine.” 

“Please,” you whisper back. Genji lets out a deep breath, like he was waiting on your answer, then he springs into movement. Your head spins as he grabs you by the hips and turns you, pushing you down against the bed. You lay back as he stands over you and shrugs his suit jacket off above you, and you can’t help but stare at the way his lean muscles flex under the fabric. 

“How expensive was this dress?” He asks, shocking you out of your trance. You frown, confused by the sudden question. 

“Uhh…” You try to answer, but your line of thought is cut off by another sound of metallic clicking. Genji reaches behind himself, and he pulls a short blade out from his waistband. In the time it takes for you to blink, the blade swipes across the dress in multiple spots. Goosebumps rise on your now nearly bare skin. 

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he says, and you look down at what was your dress. Now, it is merely shreds of red fabric falling off of your body. Yet, there is not a single scratch on you. Genji’s eyes track your body, now in just a bra and underwear. You feel bare compared to him being still fully clothed.

“So pretty, little angel,” he whispers out. You don’t have time to question the pet name, before the blade is slicing through the air again, your bra now cut down the middle and open to bare your breasts. 

“Genji!” You gasp out. Once again, there is not a single scratch on you, but the danger of it still makes your heart race and warmth to spread between your legs. 

“Breathless for even my blades, hm?” Genji asks, his gaze lowering to where you clench your thighs together. Of course he would notice that. 

“Please don’t tease me,” you say. Genji smiles at you, a genuine smile where you can even see a hint of a dimple, before he takes his blade to his own shirt, cutting it open. You watch in awe as more of him is revealed. You’ve seen him in short sleeves in training, but never like this. His metal hand goes up to his arm and part of his torso, but the rest is skin. His waist is flesh as well and your mouth waters at the sight. He drops the extra shurikens he had in his suit to the ground, along with the scraps of what was his shirt. 

His blade falls to the ground, and he leans over you and presses his lips softly to yours. It’s a stark contrast to his blade, but you crave both the softness and roughness in a way that you should question. But you don’t. 

The ghost of a kiss is gone quickly, and he is moving to press soft kisses against your neck. He stops at your pulse point, sucking softly on the skin, which elicits a whimper from you. How can his mouth feel so good on just your neck? 

“You’re mine, little angel,” he says against your skin, then bites down. You let out a soft yelp at the pain, but it eases into pleasure quickly. He licks over the bite mark, and you know it is going to bruise. He’s marking you, and the thought of wearing bruises from him makes you squirm. 

“Yours,” you whimper back. He continues sucking on your neck, but one of his hands drifts down and skates softly over your underwear. A shudder runs through your body at his ghost of a touch and you feel him smile against your neck. 

“So needy,” Genji whispers against your skin. “So ready for my touch.”

You start to respond, but all words are lost when his hand plunges below your underwear and the metal grazes your skin. It brings a chill to you, but it’s nowhere near cold enough to quell the burn in your skin. You gasp as he runs his hand slowly up your core, your back arching into him. Genji tuts. 

“So fucking wet for me, and I’ve barely touched you,” he says, teasing a finger around your clit. It, combined with his mouth still on your neck, is enough to make you gasp, but it’s still not enough. 

“Genji,” you say his name, but it sounds shaky on your ears. You hear him growl against your neck, then feel his arm jerk and the sound of fabric ripping fills the room. A chill lingers into your skin, and it doesn’t take you long to realize that Genji ripped your underwear off. 

“I should fucking destroy you, little angel. Make you brainless for me,” he says, biting down on your skin again. You groan, his words going straight to your core. 

“Please, Genji. I’ve only ever been yours to destroy,” the words barely leave your lips before Genji is off of you, grabbing onto your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed. You squeal at the sudden movement, your breasts bouncing with it. Genji’s gaze zeros in on that, before he drops to his knees. 

You start to close your legs, your slight shyness taking over, but his hands wrap around your thighs. You try to overpower him, but there’s no point as he pulls your legs back apart and looks at your core. You squirm under his gaze, until he slaps the skin of your thigh lightly, but it’s enough to send a message. 

“Let me look at you,” he says. You obey him and stop trying to hide from his gaze, instead watching the way he looks at you. And…damn. He looks at you like you’re a piece of artwork in the Louvre. Exquisite, everything he’s dreamed of, everything he wants. 

A smirk takes place on his face, and his hands are on you again. He pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, until he is able to press kisses to the inside of your thighs. The kisses are soft, but quick, and the higher they get, the more the anticipation grows in your stomach. He’s so fucking close to where you need him that it almost hurts. 

Finally, his mouth reaches your core and he presses a soft kiss to it. It’s barely anything, but it’s still enough to make you shiver. Genji picks up on the reaction, and gives you more, kissing and licking at your sex. The tension starts to build in your stomach quickly, and you reach down to tangle your hand in his hair. 

He starts sucking on your clit as well, and the motion makes you tug slightly at strands of his hair. He growls against your core, and the vibrations are enough to make you cry out. You need more, more, more. 

It’s a plea Genji somehow picks up on and eagerly listens to, and he adds a finger into the mix, slowly pumping in and out. It only takes a few more strokes like that to have you on the edge, and Genji picks up on the way you tighten around him. He picks up his speed, his mouth continuing to work on your clit. He’s treating you like he knows your body just as well as he knows the back of his hand. He flattens his tongue against your clit and curls his finger inside you, and it’s enough to make you fall apart. You moan, maybe scream, out his name as your orgasm rocks your body. It’s damn near holy the way he makes your head spin and your thighs shake. 

His spare arm wraps around your thigh and steadies your shaking as he continues lapping at your core. Dots litter your version and your brain goes to static as he keeps going. More, more, more. Your legs shake so hard that Genji has to pin one of them against the bed. He continues to overstimulate you, and your body responds all too well to him. Another orgasm comes on faster, the heat curling in your core. He’s brutal, unrelenting, and you love it. Your body loves it too, clearly, as you come on his fingers again. 

“Genji,” you say. Your brain spins from the release and you pant loudly. Genji eases up on you, but presses a few more soft kisses to your core. He eventually pulls away and stands, looking down on you. He brings his metal hand to his mouth, dipping his two fingers into his mouth and licking you off of his own fingers. You groan at the sight, wishing his mouth was back on you. He’s far too good with that mouth. 

“If you thought I was going to go easy on you, you’re mistaken, little angel,” he says. You shudder at the promise. He’s already partially fulfilled it, and you’re already addicted. Your body is already buzzing for more. 

“I don’t want you to go easy on me,” you mutter out. A smile takes place on his face, a slight dimple showing as he looks down at you. 

“That’s my angel,” he says. Part of you wants to question the pet name, but you are also scared that he would stop calling you that, and you definitely don’t want that. He doesn’t break eye contact as he undoes his belt with one hand and pulls it from the loops, tossing it aside with the rest of the clothes. God, he’s so irresistible.

He drops his pants and underwear in one swift movement, and your breath catches as you see him finally naked. You have always wondered if he was metal or flesh there, but been too afraid to ask. You get your answer now. Flesh, human, big. 

He doesn’t waste any time lining up at your entrance, and his dark eyes flick up to you to watch as he enters. Each inch stretches you out until you’re arching into his body, and he digs one hand into your hip. You whimper out against his size, the burn mixing with the pleasure in a way that has you nearly begging for more.

Once you have both adjusted enough, he starts to move. It’s slow at first, but it’s still enough to make your skin buzz. He’s divine, stretching you in a way that makes you feel like you’re experiencing Heaven on Earth. His hands dig into your hips, hard. You know there will be bruises there later, but the pain melds with the pleasure. It’s delectable, and you will happily wear his bruises. 

“God, you’re fucking incredible,” Genji says in between grunts. “Like you were made for me.”

He reaches his hand in between the two of you, his metal fingers starting to toy with your clit. How he is able to perfectly work you without even looking should be studied. He has you turning to mush in mere minutes. 

“You better scream out my name, baby. Let them all know who is fucking you so well,” he says as you start nearing another climax. Your hands find their way to his back, your nails digging in deeply. You know it hurts, but Genji hardly reacts. Maybe he likes the idea of wearing your bruises. 

“Genji,” you say softly, pleading. 

“Hm? Who is fucking you like this? Who do you belong to?” He says again, a smirk taking place as he picks up his pace. Your climax approaches fast, the burn curling through your core and making your legs shake. You toss your head back and dig your nails in even harder. 

“Genji!” You scream out, your voice breaking as your orgasm takes over. It hits you hard, making your visions be spotted with black and your brain short-circuit. You can’t think about anything, your brain blank except for the feeling of him fucking you. You whimper through the orgasm, your body still shaking as he keeps going. You didn’t think it was possible, but this one hit you harder than any others, from anybody. 

Genji is still unrelenting, chasing his own high. He starts to get sloppy, his grunts inconsistent. Your orgasm, your voice screaming his name, must have had more of an impact on him than he thought it would. You hold onto him as he continues thrusting into you, your hand running up and down his spine. It’s your turn to take care of him. 

“Come for me, Genji,” you coo softly. “I’m yours. Make me yours.”

Your soft voice makes him moan out, and he drops his head into the crook of your neck, his thrusts even sloppier. His composure is slipping, and it’s delectable. You clenching around him, cooing his name, your touch on him, it’s enough for his composure to fall away completely, and his orgasm to rock over him. He drops onto one arm, still partially on top of you. His hand still digs into your hips, your hand still traces up and down his spine. The two of you stay like that for a while, breathless and holding each other. It’s intimate, and you love it. 

Genji does start moving eventually, though. He gets up and disappears into the bathroom, bringing back a cloth and cleaning you. It’s a good thing he does because you probably can’t get up right now if you tried. He carefully touches you, taking his time to make sure you are taken care of. You smile at him, your heart jumping in your chest as you watch him. God, you’re screwed. 

“Genji?” You say.

“Hm?” He says as he tosses the cloth onto the pile of clothes on the ground. He moves to the side of the bed and crawls in, pulling you into his arms. You snuggle into his chest, his scent filling your nostrils. 

“Are we…” You start, then a bitter laugh escapes you. How are you supposed to ask this? Genji tightens his grip on you, pulling you closer into his chest, and you lay against him. 

“Little angel, when I said that you’re mine, I meant it,” Genji says, his voice low. You shudder at it, the words feeling like a promise. “Whatever title you want to call me. I’m yours, just as you’re mine.”

[lordstarscreamluvsspikes]

Starscream x Megatron (lemon)

Erm so I genuinely don't know what happened, I hope you enjoy? I'm horrible at writing smut, and sometimes I'm AMAZING with details, other times I genuinely look like a child trying to give details 💀 Anyways, enjoyyy~

Warnings: Oral, spanking, degrading, leash/pet play(?), breeding. Oh yeah there's aftercare :3

Rating: Mature

Starscream, the infamous second in command, was in his room, relaxing after a long flight. He was lying on his bed, humming and listening to soft tunes he found from an earth app. He had been gone for a while and he needed to unwind.

He heard a knock at the door, and he got up to answer it, expecting Knockout to come asking for help with buffing for the sixth time this week. It was Megatron, to his surprise. "Megatron!" The seeker exclsimed, rather excitedly as he opened the door wider. "I assume you know why I'm here?" Megatron asked, his smirk almost apparent. Starscream, who was a little too excited for his own liking, nodded. "Come- Come right in! I wasn't expecting it to be today..." He said, wings fluttering and flicking.

Megatron raised an optic ridge, crossing his arms as he walked in. "Is that so?" He asked with a bigger smirk. "Ahem, yes..." Starscream fiddled with his digits, a sheepish smile on his faceplates. "Then I expect you to know what I'm going to do to you?" He stepped closer, hooking his servo around the TIC's waist. "For... The most part..." He refused to make optic contact, until Megatron hooked a digit onto his chin and made him look. "Then bend over your berth, plates off."

As if just some drone, he obediently bent over, releasing his plates to show his half erect spike and glazed over valve. "My my Starscream, such a slut, hmm?" Megatron chuckled, using his pointer digit to swipe fluids from his puffy grey valve and lick it. "So sweet too..." Starscream awaited for the sensual pain to be inflicted upon his aft burner. When he felt nothing, he groaned and looked back. "Mm, apologies. I am merely admiring the view." Megatron chuckled, before swatting his aft. Starscream arched his backstrut, whimpering. He hit again. And again. And again, until the seeker was sobbing, wiped fluids pricking at the edges of his optics. "Dear Primus! Please my liege, no more teasing.." Sure he wanted to be spanked, but he became more and more needy for him.

Megatron pulled away, kissing his aft. He then lifted his hips, making Starscream yelp. "I think I'd much prefer a view on my face." Megatron purred seductively. Starscream opened his intake to question, before situated on the warlords faceplates. Starscream, of course embarrassed, whined and groaned, hiding his face. "I swear, you're such a te- a-aH! Lord Megatron! Frag!" He cried out, wings shooting up, optics open wide.

Megatron thoroughly enjoyed the noises he received, and he needed more. He sucked and lapped at him, growling possessively and digging his digits into Starscream's thighs and hips. Megatron felt like Primus himself had praised him with such a glory. The seeker had begged for a while now to do something intimate with him. Sure, they were getting better with their own 'friendship', but he never knew he'd quite enjoy this.

Starscream rode his face, feeling his overload begin to approach rapidly. But before he could get that last feel, feel the overload claim his valve, Megatron pulled away. "You overload only on my spike. You got that, seeker?" Megatron growled.

Starscream was tossed onto the floor, almost fully collapsing. Starscream groaned and rubbed his helm. He opened his optics, being yanked once more, and being leashed. "What in-" He groaned when his spike was stepped on. "Don't talk." He obeyed, huffing. Megatron sat on his berth, opening his panel and holding his spike. Not like he needed to, it was already so erect it stood on its own.

"Suck. Make me proud, Starscream." Starscream crawled over, gently grabbing the erection and kissing the tip. He slowly sank his intake down, taking all but maybe an inch. He gagged, optics rolling back. He slowly relaxed his frame, before moving up and down slowly. He heard the mech above him groan, and he figured that just have been good.

"Such a pathetic slut. All you do is whine and beg and act so goddamn pathetic... And mh, your spike is so small! Quite a pathetic thing. Primus I'm going to claim you in so many ways, it'll hurt when I'm done..." He pressed his pede tip against the seekers spike, slowly grinding and making the seeker whimper and whine, grind onto his pede. He sucked harder, trying to taste his fluids. And the twitching could only indicate one thing; he was close.

"Enough." Megatron growled, ripping his helm off of his spike. He gripped his chin, looking over him. He spit on his face and pushed him off. "So pathetic." The degrading should have hurt. Starscream knew that. But it didn't. It aroused him more, made him want to beg for more.

Starscream panted and looked at the mech with almost pleading optics. "Come," Megatron commended gently, letting off of his spike "sit on my lap Starscream." Starscream slowly climbed up onto him, straddling his hips. "Mm, my liege..." The seeker groaned softly, looking up to the mech. He took a slow sniff of the air, since the warlords intake was slightly open. No high-grade, no dark Energon, nothing. Maybe Megatron was just in a good mood? He waited for some response. Anything. "Starscream... Mm, you know, I've often fantasized about seeing you do submissive and vulnerable for me. Optics so heavy with lust, frame coated with condensation. Now here I am. The reason you're so submissive. What ever did I do to deserve you?" Starscream wasn't expecting to hear that. He expected something so... Kind? It wasn't exactly kind, but it was definitely kinder than 'pathetic slut'. Not that he didn't enjoy it during berth room time, but still.

"I... I don't understand the question, my liege." Starscream said softly. Megatron grunted and nodded, lifting him up and dropping him onto his spike. Starscream yelped and arched his backstrut, whining out and sobbing. He gripped Megatron's shoulders tightly, digging his slim digits into his shoulder plating.

"Primus, slag, have you always been this tight? I need to interface with you more if so..." Megatron growled out, opening his intake and clamping down into his shoulder. The bite made Starscream whine louder, frame trembling. "Lord Megatron, m- My liege, I beg of you, harder..." He said in just barely a whisper. Megatron lifted him, before slamming him down again. He continued with his harsh thrusts, hitting into him faster and harder, growling into the mechs audio receptor. "You're mine Starscream... You understand that?! You're mine!" Megatron growled possessively, frame trembling while he grasped the seeker. He craved Starscream in ways he forgot he could ever feel. He kissed the wound, licking it gently. The way he touched him made Starscream wither and desperately buck against him.

Megatron reached down to rub his outer-node, making the seeker cry louder. Starscream whimpered and sobbed, feeling washed fluids start to seep out of his closed optics. Megatron pulled him closer, rutting into him like a wild animal in heat. Starscream could only make poor excuses for words, whining and crying. He had a hard time doing much of anything, so the hard force was almost too much.

"I'm going to fucking breed you, slut... I'll make you mind once and for all. You got that?! You'll bare my sparklings like the slut you are.." Megatron growled out to him. Starscream wanted to beg. To ask for more, but all he could make was whines and loud cries of the warlords name. "Dear Primus, Megatron! Gh! Please I'm so close, I'm so close!" He managed to say after collecting himself. "Overload for me. Show me just how much you enjoy my spike!" Megatron growled louder, forcing his spike deeper. Starscream overloaded, optics whiting out. He cried in ecstasy, making a mess of pink liquid onto the sheets and his thighs. Megatron bucked up once more, completely filling the mechs tanks. "Such a good mech... So good... Mm.." Megatron he spoke softly, sighing. Megatron kissed his helm, pulling out his depressurized spike. He cradled Starscream, watching as the seeker slowly fell into recharge. He kissed Starscream, Starscream's kiss lousy. He instantly fell asleep, embraced in Megatron's arms. "Good good mech... My good mech... You're my good mech.." He spoke to him with such gentle words, his voice trembling as if afraid he would disappear. He fell asleep after a while of watching him, smiling to himself. He was content. And he didn't plan to let him go. Starscream was his, whether he liked it or not..

[megaphonegirlk]

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Still in my RE zone, so let's go with Jill X Wesker…in danger. Jill's finger tensed on the trigger to her beretta, eyes wide under the fringe of dark brown hair sticking out of her S.T.A.R.S. beret. Here she was...in the darkness of Umbrella's secret lab, face to face with her Captain. Captain Wesker. The very man who took a chance on a thief's daughter and gave her a shot to do some good. The very man she respected...even loved...in her time in his unit. A man she'd known both as a friend and carnally over the last few years. And now he stood with his magnum trained between her eyes, covered in the blood of the living and the dead as he droned on about 'a world of the strong', and 'perfect organisms.' She couldn't believe her eyes or ears...the details were simply lost in the mental static as she gripped her gun tighter. Barry ...Barry had left, despair on his face as he obeyed the man who threatened his family...leaving her and the captain alone. "Captain, I don't...understand. Why do you want to get rid of S.T.A.R.S.?" The hurt must have been evident in her voice. It stopped his monologue mid sentence, turning his gaze towards her. She knew his hard blue eyes were watching her closely from behind reflective lenses. Bootfalls fell closer...and closer to her as he began crossing the room. Her hand jerked up, aiming her beretta towards his face as she set her jaw "Thinking of finishing the job, Wesker?" she snarled, sudden anger flaring up inside her. But too quickly for her to react...he swatted her firing hand to the side, and caught her throat in a tight grip. The cool metal of his magnum pressed through one of the many tears in her uniform, feeling like ice against her bare skin. He'd always been able to pin her down, often leaving himself shadowing her body with his own in the lonely training room. Faster and stronger no matter how hard she tried to catch up. And now, she thought, it'd be the end of me. The end of S.T.A.R.S.

As Wesker's fingers tightened around her throat, she felt the brush of his lips against her cheek, "Now, Now, Jill, you'll have the honor of seeing the Tyrant firsthand." His silky voice whispered in her ear, as she struggled to catch ragged breaths through a throat constricted by silky leather gloves. "gghh..." she coughed. Wiping the spit from her lips with the back of his other hand...Wesker leaned in. Their lips met in a rough and sudden kiss, Jill too surprised and oxygen starved to fight back against her superior officer. As she melted into it, the grip on her throat lessened, her heart pounding in her chest as he let her slump against the wall. "And once you do, I think you'll see my point of view." He purred down at her as she gasped and wheezed for breath. Jill Valentine was in danger...and she knew it.

[wil-is-done]

Leftovers

Summary: Another world-altering event, another group of children left to pick up the pieces. One girl, in particular, might still play host to a malevolent entity. The MK and the Psychonauts send in Raz and Lili to investigate.

Word Count: 2.077

-

Raz always finds the droning thrum of the Psychonauts’ jets to be oddly therapeutic, but maybe that’s simply a symptom of cabin fever speaking, caused by spending far too much time of his life sitting in one. But, until someone invents instant teleportation or portal tech that doesn’t involve horrific mutilations, the jets are the only reasonable option. 

“What was that about mutilations?” 

Raz shrugs at his partner, seated beside him. “Eh, nothing. Just mind ramblings.”

Lili stares for a moment more, before her eyes return to the windshield ahead.

Just in time for the jet to descend below the clouds and an iconic sign rises into view. A tad scorched and bent, but still easily recognizable. 

“Kinda wild that we’re globetrotting agents, and I’m pretty sure I’ve only been to L.A., like, five times,” Raz says.

“It’s the Mecca of entertainment, not of apocalyptic horror.”

Raz breathes a chuckle. “One more way Hollywood lies to us.” 

Lili wills the jet to bank left – a nearby parking lot looks just empty enough to park an aircraft on.

“Still think it’s complete bull how the gang shunted this onto us.” Raz stretches his legs, get the blood flowing again.

“Suck it up.” A flick of the wrist, and the jet rights itself above the lot, drawing dozens of eyes. “We had no choice. The mess over on the other Coast is… substantial.” 

“Dipper got to pick.” Raz hops to his feet, bouncing on his heels. “I wanted the train.”

“And instead, you got the frog brain.” Even as she starts lowering the jet, Lili smirks up at him. “Life on this bitch of an Earth.”

Raz leaves the cockpit, but not before replying with a wry smile, “Weird, wild bitch of an Earth.” 

-

“You two need something?”

The blonde one – Sasha – speaks first, after an age of the trio silently gawking at Raz and Lili’s approach. 

“Miss Boonchuy, Miss Waybright, Miss Wu. Hello,” Lili greets, because she gets to go first, like they planned. “I am Agent Lili Zanotto, this is Agent Raz Aquato. We are with the Psychonauts.”

“Sup,” Raz adds.

Lili exhales through her polite smile.

Eight years. You’ve been an agent for eight years, Raz.

Raz’s smile curls wider.

And I still got it.

“You know us?” Another asks – Anne. She steps as if to shield her friends, born from instinct. 

Lili maintains the cordial air. “Hard not to. You were responsible for some pretty incredible things.”

The spark shines in their eyes nearly all at once. A familiar look for a familiar feeling. The realization that when your world is turned upside down, you can’t ever really turn it rightside up. Have they reached acceptance? Probably not.

One of the girls at the back – Marcy, the person of interest here – seems especially spooked. Whispers of fleeing plague her surface thoughts. Might be time to step in.

“Also, we met. Hi again.” Raz waves at Anne. 

Anne blinks, glances at her friends, then back at Raz. “We did?”

“Yep. Spent most of the time deeply apologizing for the stuff that X guy did. Sorry about that, again,” Raz says, adding a cringe. Then, for some humor. “I’m also the dingus who got his ass swatted out of the sky.”

“Oh dang, that’s you.” Anne’s jaw drops. “You’re still alive?”

“Eh. Been through worse.” 

“Cool. Heartfelt reunion. Boutta bawl my eyes out.” Sasha’s turn to step in front of her friends, gaze narrowed and cold. “Now what do you government stooges want?”

Looks to be on the same wavelength as Lili. Raz nearly giggled.

“We are here because of your friend, Marcy.” Lili chooses her words carefully, clinically. “She was… cerebrally compromised, wasn’t she?”

Silence creeps out from the tree shades and overtakes this corner of the park. Anne and Sasha look towards each other, eyes lost, before both turn to the stone-faced Marcy.

“Was,” Marcy speaks, finally. “It’s gone now.”

“And we’re with you on that. We are sure it is,” Lili says. “We just want to make sure. A hundred percent sure. As Psychonauts, we can help you with that.”

Marcy’s tone is slow. “Help how?”

“We have a special device that allows us to enter a person’s mind. With your permission, we can easily hop in directly and have a look around. Nice and simple.”

Marcy is quiet, but not at all calm. Even without skimming her surface thoughts, Raz can tell.

“You want… to be let in?” Her voice drops lower and lower, like the shoreline receding before a tsunami. “You think, after what I’ve been through, I’ll ever let the door open again?!”

“Miss Wu, I promise the process is-”

The wave rushes back in full force. Marcy spins and runs off. Anne and Sasha don’t waste a second to follow her. Lili, cut off with her mouth agape, exhales a growl.

“You’re bad at teenage-girling.”

“Sorry I had to kill the girl to become the agent,” Lili retorts. “Where’s a Norman when you need one?”

“Norman’s better, but I’m not sure how effective he’d be to three teenage girls.”

“Good point.” Lili slides open her phone. “Where’s a Mabel when you need one?”

-

Not how Anne thought her day would go, but it never does ever since her thirteenth birthday. They caught up to Marcy at the edge of the park, faking a neutral face and steady hands. Anne wanted to push, but that scar is too raw, too fresh, for all three of them, so she zipped her lips for now. It’s almost lunchtime anyway, and she already promised earlier the day’s special at Thai Go. 

“Alright, girls, mind cleanse,” Sasha says as she drops their plates on the table, sitting opposite Anne. “The past hour? We don’t see it. Never happened.”  

Marcy, next to Sasha, is clutching her head, eyes closed. “Trying here, trust me.”

Still, something nags at the base of Anne’s memory. “But don’t those two look familiar, though?” she wonders aloud. “Feels like a pair of faces we’ve all seen before.”

“Pair of feces, more like. Eyoo!” 

“Sash, serious. It’s right there, tip of my tongue, just need to brain harder…” Anne clenches her eyes shut, massaging her temples, trying to squeeze some good brain juice to spit out the name she needs. And it works. “The Mystery Kids!” 

The name jolts her friends to attention. It’s a current that connects to the memory, connects to breaking newsreels, bold article headlines, and viral clips. Anne can see in their eyes, they recognize the name.

“Gotta be them! Those folks who legit saved the world a bunch of times.” Anne reaches across to grasp Marcy’s shoulders. “Marce, if they think something’s up-”

Marcy shrugs off her hands. “So what? We saved two at the same time, and no one gave us a degree or a certificate or anything. We’re still in middle school, they look like they’re in college. What qualifications do they have?” She hugs herself, suddenly so small. “For one last time, let’s just do what Sasha says, forget about it all, and just have lunch with- you!”

Mid-step, midway through Thai Go’s front door, a pair of Psychonaut agents pause. The goggled one points at himself. “Us?”

Sasha shoots out from her seat, spoon and fork on each hand like her old swords. “Case you didn’t know, stalking’s a crime.” She twirls the utensils, falling into a practised stance. “Or are you the types that think you’re above silly things like laws?”

“This is a restaurant. It’s lunchtime.”

“There are over 30.800 restaurants in Los Angeles. To have both our groups choose the same one is a statistical improbability!” Marcy rises and points at the agents like that fruity attorney. “You have a likely cause and intent. Now begone, government goggle-man!” 

The man shrugs. “Sure, fine, the Boonchuys own the place, so we went here. Not a bad bet, yeah?”

“Ha! An admission!” Marcy slams a fist on the table.

“See you on the judge’s stand, stooges! When we win this case!”

“Alright, you two, chill.” Anne stands up, putting herself between her friends and the agents. She maintains a passive expression, eyeing the agents. “Mister Aquato and Miss Zanotto, right?”

“Oh, ew, let’s not pull out the big Ms, yeah? We’re, like, five years older than you.” He lounges back, arms behind his head. “Just Raz and Lili is fine.” 

Anne has to admit, how disarming this Raz is, it’s nice. “How sure are you that Marcy has… Core leftovers in the brain?”

“Percentage-wise, zero,” Raz answers. “We’re not sure of anything. This is not a treatment, it’s a check-up. It’s going to your local GP twice a year.” 

“Or, perhaps, therapy,” his partner, Lili, adds. “More direct than a conventional session, and by no means a replacement, but achieves roughly the same result.”

“Yeah, advanced therapy. Think of it that way, if it makes you feel better, Marcy.”

The direct name mention makes Marcy bristle, but at least she sits down.

“And like I was saying, the process is completely harmless.” Lili steeples her fingers together. “In addition, you will be in there, with us, the entire time. Everything we do, you’ll be aware of it.” 

Anne watches her friends, closely. Sasha moves as if sheathing the utensils, eyes cast on her shoes. Marcy inhales a calming breath, cheeks tinted a smidge darker, tangling her fingers together.

“That’s… reassuring, right, girls?” Anne asks.

Marcy can’t quite lift her eyes. “Maybe my reaction earlier was a bit… premature.” 

“You’re touchy about being prodded in the noggin’. That’s perfectly sensible,” Raz says.

“Plus, let’s not kid ourselves,” Sasha sighs with a joyless smile, “not going to therapy is how this all went to shit in the first place.”

“Still your decision to make, Marcy,” Raz says.

Marcy closes her eyes, thinking for a moment more. “Can Anne and Sasha come with?”

“Of course, Miss Wu.” Lili nods, razor thin smile on her lips. “First, we might want to move to a more private place?”

“My place is closest,” Anne offers. “That good with everyone?”

A general nod or agreeing noise comes from everyone.

“Gotcha. I’ll tell my folks. But first,” Anne flips a menu into her hand, offering it to the agents, “basil and squid special?”

-

“Side note,” Raz grins, “government goggle-man? Definitely going into my business card.”

“It will not.”

“Will to.” 

“I outrank you.”

Raz chuckles, conceding.

After ‘accidentally’ running into the girls proved to be a smashing success, the lunch they shared afterwards smoothed out any remaining significant bumps between them. Anne, in particular, took on the lion’s share of convincing her friends. She’s got a certain aptitude and her particular experience really shines through in moments where it’s needed.

Next time they have seats open, Raz is definitely slotting her in as a candidate.

The short stroll to Anne’s house was lovely. Anne volunteered her room to be where the ‘advanced therapy’ takes place. Marcy is made to lie down on Anne’s bed with both her friends flanking her, holding her hands.

Lili stands next to Raz, holding the specialized Psycho-Portal with its underage safeguard removed, modified specifically for this extraordinary circumstance, and which will be promptly incinerated after the procedure is completed. Raz clasps his gloved hands together.

“Ready?”

Marcy breathes in, and out. “I’m all in.”

“Before we begin, Marcy,” Raz starts, “Some things you need to know, just in case we do discover… leftovers.” 

She swallows the growing lump in her throat, listening close.

“When we’re in there, we can help you, support you, be a solid bedrock for you to lean on. You can count on us.” Raz offers his best reassuring smile. “But, ultimately, the results of this, whether we succeed or not, it’s up to you. You have to want it. Sometimes, wanting to win is the hardest thing.”

For a moment, her eyes flicker with doubt.

“She’s got this,” Sasha says, her hold on Marcy’s hand strengthening. 

“Yeah. She’s been through the hardest thing. We all did.” Anne holds their joined hands close to her chest, the grip soft yet firm.

Just like that, the doubt is snuffed out.

Marcy closes her eyes. Lili places the Psycho-Portal on her forehead, then steps back.

The agents share one last, brief glance.

Might be bad in there.

Please. Nothing’s as bad as my not-grandma.

Lili concedes.

The Psycho-Portal opens. Light spills out, filling Raz’s vision. The hard part of his job begins. 

-

This fic was commissioned by @rarsonic, who wanted to see Marcy be investigated by the Psychonauts, and the MK by extension, over potentially having some Core leftovers in the brain. Super sorry for the long delay. Been a hot minute since I wrote for any of these characters, and I was for sure rusty getting back into it. Still, here’s hoping you all can still enjoy it.

If any of y’all are interested in commissioning me, it’s still open, folks! Details are on the pinned post.

[unbindingkerberos]

Clandestine Meeting

Words: 887

Warning(s): None

Tags: @poisonedtruth @children-of-epiales @shegetsburned @unpetitoiseau

"Adler, where the hell are you?" A voice crackles in Henry's comms. "Taking care of some pests, Cohen." Henry replies, voice obscured by rapid firing coming from his assault rifle. The mercenaries had just cornered him into a dead end. The only thing stopping the bullets from killing him was a wall that that he was leaning on-- chunks of it clattering to the floor.. "I'll send in reinforcements they'll--" "No, no need." He manages to shoot three mercenaries down. Eliza's voice starts to rise in anger but Henry turns the comms off before she could even start. He doesn't want her nagging to get in his way. The rifle eventually jams and Henry sighs in irritation, ducking from the zipping bullets. He feels something crawl out of his vest pockets and smiles.  

"Zulu-20.."  

The drone chirps in acknowledgement. "Make me proud." The drone makes haste and crawls to the mercenaries. The enemies were so focused on taking out Henry that they didn't notice the little drone. Viewing the footage from Z20 from his watch, Henry got a clear picture of the other side. With a twisted smile, he opens another application.  

Just by a single tap, the mercenaries were gone in a loud, explosive flash and all that was left of them was a large spot of soot and fallen debris. Henry wolf whistles, examining his latest work. Feeling a presence behind him, Henry pulls out his pistol and-- 

He tuts and puts the pistol back into his holster. "I could have shot you, Deimos."

"Do you have what I asked for?" 

Henry tosses something to him. The other man receives it, revealing the item in his palm. Deimos huffs. The item in question is a sleek black USB drive; containing sensitive information within the RAINBOW organization from operator files to the facility's floor plan. "I knew I could rely on you." Deimos tucks the drive in his pocket. Henry rolls his eyes, scoffing. "Were you beginning to question my loyalty or my ability?"

Deimos laughs dryly. "Did you really have to ask? Loyalty to you is simply nonexistent." He moves in closer and Henry narrows his eyes. "As for your ability to get the job done, well it was exceptional." Deimos glances at the area where Z20 detonated. "I remembered when RAINBOW was just like this: a ruthless and merciless pack of apex predators who gave not a single damn." Deimos sighs, reminiscing of the old days of bloodshed and violence. 

"But that came to an end when Harry stepped in as the new Six, I'm guessing." Henry replied, a bored and sardonic tone in his voice. Deimos stares at him, an ominous air in the wind. "You already have suspicions on what I'm going to do next right?" Henry nods. The other man laughs, clasping both his hands together. "Right, I forgot. You don't give a damn about anyone.." 

Henry huffs in annoyance when Deimos's gloved hand lifts his chin. "Which is why you confuse me, Babel. You clearly don't show loyalty to anyone but yourself. However--" with his other hand, Deimos taps his forehead--"you still work for them. For Harry. Why not join my cause? I need predators like you to take down men like Harry." Henry's nostrils flared and he swatted away Deimos's hand. 

"I don't think I'm inclined to reply."

The sound of gunfire and shouting mercenaries were faint but slowly growing near. "I guess this marks the end for our appointment." Deimos grins behind his mask. He gives Henry a few pats in the back before walking away-- disappearing in the shadows. The sounds of footsteps were growing louder. Henry switched his comms back on.

"Adler!"

Henry meets Eliza's furious gaze and returns with a smile. "Ah! Still in one piece I see!" The woman marches toward him, Jordan following behind. Her arm was about to swing at Henry when Jordan intervened. "Ash, don't. It's not worth it." 

Its always like this after missions, Henry thought. They should have at least gotten used to it by this point. A voice crackles in their comms telling them that the mission is complete and that transportation is on the way. As they left however, Henry could still feel that lingering presence.

--

It was after he repaired his drone when Henry received an encrypted message from Deimos. The task was to monitor Harry and notify Deimos when something interesting or valuable is noted. Henry hums and purses his lips in deep thought.

"Henry!"

He looks behind him to see Marius approaching him. He lifts a brow. "What brings you here?" There were a couple of possibilities playing in his mind. Does Marius want to talk more about his Leeches? Or perhaps the German wants to ask Henry's opinion on modifications he plans to make on the Magpie. 

"There's this documentary I found about upcoming technological innovations and I think you might like it.."

Henry's mouth went agape, baffled by the offer. "You want me to watch a documentary with you?" Marius nods eagerly. He bites his lower lip; remembering the task he was given. He could just tell Marius that he isn't interested but at the same time, he doesn't. Oh well. Stalking Harry and his every move could wait.

"I can see nothing wrong with that. Have you decided the time?"

[mara-xx217]

His Little Mortal- Hades x Reader Commission

Thanks to @cosmicpink for commissioning me!

You weren't her. Your mortal beauty captivates him nonetheless. He would have you submit to him, no matter how you struggle against him.

Warnings: Yandere Tendencies, Human Sacrifice, Forced "Marriage", Non-Con, Oral, Slight Mindbreak

    Mortals were not unlike a nagging, flea-ridden cat. Always attempting to rub against the gods’ legs and bringing them unwanted and simply disgusting tributes that only serve to cloud their views with rot and frivolous- if not childish- gifts that an immature creature would thrust upon an unwilling and unnerved custodian. 

    Hades drowned out the never ending drone of his so-called worshipers with his ever growing work. 

    Denied.

    Denied.

    Hmph- Granted.

    Don’t test me. Denied.

Something kept pulling his attention. Hades promptly ignored it. Too much work was to be done in the Underworld. Cerberus wrecked the lounge again, the Furies infighting, too much in House tension- 

    A particularly persistent cult had been constantly vying for his attention. Try as he might, the Lord of the Underworld wasn’t able to block out their insistent wailing and begging and their infuriating conclusion that he, god of the Underworld and Lord of the dead, would want more work due to their continuous sacrifices in his name!

    Hades massaged his temples with the flat of his palms. The noise of the House was too much. Chattering spirits throughout the House, Hypnos snoring in the hallway ahead, panicked apologies from servants in the lounge, Cerberus panting and licking his chops to his right-

    Sheer fabrics shift against the other. Golden bands clink as wrists are moved. Up, to the side, back down. Lips painted red, cheeks dusted lightly, eyes framed in charcoal black. The figure isn’t remarkable, not even familiar, yet-

    It angered him that something like this could happen to him, of all gods, once again. Hades couldn’t deny the calling he felt. It was as though he was damned to forever be intertwined with the affairs of mortals, not only in their deaths and their afterlife, but in his own, waking, living and longing moments, too. For the first time in an eternity, the Lord of Hell ignored his work and watched a mortal be dressed to be his next bride. 

    You… 

    Nervous, just like all mortals that were to be sacrificed ‘for the greater good’, your head hangs low and you fight back tears. You weren’t unwilling, no, you accepted this fate that had been laid before you, even if it left you trembling and feeling despondent and faint. 

Too many hands were placed upon you, pulling you in far too many directions. Arms up, arms down, back up, lift your leg- no, the other, now- raise your head. Your make up had to be reapplied many times throughout the process. You couldn’t stop the tears… 

The jewelry that was thrusted upon you was heavy and cumbersome. Garish gold encrusted with rubies and onyx that clashed and caused your head to stoop lower from the weight of your earrings, your neck to feel as though a noose made of gold and your wrists bound with chains that laid on top of one another until they nearly reached your elbows. 

You never felt so over encumbered yet so bare before. Eyes were on you- not the eyes of those that dressed you for your destined end. No matter where you looked, you felt unnerved. Vulnerable, as though some great, unknown force was staring into your very soul. Every time you brought your arms to your chest, they were swatted away and shoved down. A pair of fingers raised your chin. You raised your eyes.

The attendants were gone, along with the touch. 

Yes, you would be the first and only one he would ever take. 

It had never happened before- not with Lord Hades, that is. He not only disliked, but despised mortals that worshiped him. They wasted his time, stole his attention away from his true, ever growing work that would never have an end. This time, however, was different. This sacrifice, you, was special. He would accept you, though to no benefit of the ones that gifted you to him. They will die and be processed as any other mortal would be at the end of their pathetically short lives. 

Not you, though. 

You were not unwilling… yet you were not compliant, either. You refused to raise your head, stand up straight, allow your new Lord to bask in your mortal beauty. Hades steadily became frustrated with your meek stature. 

“Raise your head, mortal. Your Lord commands it.”

You didn’t want to anger a god, not this god. Still… you hesitated.

Rough fingers hold your jaw between thumb and forefinger. He tilts your chin upwards, until you're left with no other choice than to look directly at him, no matter how your eyes attempt to dart away from his hard glare.

No, not a glare. This man- no, this god- could kill you in any way he sees fit. Whether it be from his bare hands or by stealing your soul away, he did neither. He did command you and you refused. Still, you live. The Lord of the Underworld didn’t look down at you with searing rage, but with something that left you feeling flushed and naked under his gaze. 

Hades couldn’t deny that you fanned a flame that had long since died inside of him. Dressing you in his House colours must have been an accident, though it was one the Lord couldn’t deny he enjoyed greatly. 

The feeling was a familiar one. Warm, all encompassing, like a weighted shroud that binded him in place and one that he did not wish to shake free from. Your face, though… your face was unfamiliar. Hades had likely seen a hundred thousand just like it yet… he feels as though he’s looking upon it for the first time. 

You didn’t know what to expect from the Lord of the Underworld. He was unreadable; his facial expression, his tone of voice, the way he carried himself… You felt small and vulnerable under his gaze. Try as you might, no matter where you look or how you hold yourself, it wasn’t what he expected of you. You knew what he wanted though you tried to stave it off with innocence and ignorance. It greatly frustrated him and, as much as you expected violence, you didn’t expect him to simply command-

“Shed your clothing.”

His face betrayed nothing. Warmth rises to your cheeks and pools somewhere in your gut. You hesitated, then braced for the worst. Would he strike you? Would he kill you? …could something worse be underfoot…? Hades raised his hand and you instinctively flinched, screwing your eyes shut as you prepared for pain.

Nothing happened.

Your heart throbbed behind your ears. Your hair covers your face as you hang your head, terrified. The weight of the unwanted jewelry makes it too easy for you to hide your face. Your posture is pathetic- partially hunched over and visibly trembling as you wait for whatever punishment is sure to come your way. 

You didn’t mean to disobey the Lord of the Underworld, you are so scared and you are unworthy of being in his presence! To have him want you to- t-to undress before him…? 

Cool fingers brush the hair from your face, following the frame of your face before they drag across your jawline, tilting your head up so that your Lord could see your tear-filled eyes. Your lower lip quivers as those fingers slide down your throat, coming to rest just above your breast bone. 

BA-BUMP

BA-BUMP

BA-BUMP

It could be your imagination- wishful thinking- or perhaps your tears had obstructed your vision, but you could swear Lord Hades’ eyes softened if only just a little bit. Not completely, his facial expression and posture didn’t change, but his eyes… 

Your tears fell from your eyes. It ruined your bridal makeup, leaving heavy streaks of colour down your face. Your Lord didn’t mind. No, perhaps these tears of confused emotion suited you rather well. You felt his fingers twitch ever-so-slightly against your chest. No- No, not a twitch. A tremble, as though someone saw something they longed for- they ached for- that was just within reach yet they hesitate to grasp ahold of, perhaps unsure if it was truly there and theirs for the taking. 

It was easy for Hades to undress you. The fabrics slipped from your shoulder with merely a subtle shifting of his fingers against your shoulders. The thin cloths tickled your sides as they fell into a pool at your feet. You never thought much of your appearance. Not beautiful, not exactly ugly, either. Just… unremarkable. You couldn’t understand why someone, anyone, a god would want you in any way… But carnally?

Your stomach twists itself into knots as you are placed onto the edge of a massive bed. You feel akin to a doll. Small, able to be picked up and placed wherever your Master deems appropriate. Your knees leaned against one another, though it did nothing to hide your shame. He does not ask and you do not dare move from the position Lord Hades had placed you in, nor do you resist when he parts your legs as wide as you can comfortably accommodate. 

The bangles around your ankles clang together as you dig your feet into the soft sheets underneath you. You don’t think you can look- No, you can’t. Your wrists are heavy and prove difficult to move. This damn gold… You blame the nonexistent restraints for the reason why you do not move from your compromising position. It’s humiliating… You clutch fistfuls of silk cloth and look away as a head of dark hair lowers to between your legs. 

The image of a god- the god of the Underworld- kneeling before a mortal is something that would be heard in some bizarre tale of erotic love, yet you are seeing it in the corner of your own vision. One of his hands could easily wrap around your midsection and crush you to death. Your fear was renewed as one of your legs was grabbed and lifted upwards. In a panic, you begin a mad scramble backwards.

A panicked cry dies in your throat as your other leg is snatched. Most of your body- up to just past your shoulders- is lifted off the bed, leaving you dangling precariously and helplessly. The blood in your body is divided: more than half immediately rushes to your head, leaving you feeling faint and dizzy, while the rest manages to remain in your lower half- flush inside your guts and between your now uncomfortably parted legs.

“Do not reject me.” 

The growl sends an ice cold chill down your spine. Whatever fleeting urge to resist dies as quickly as it surfaced. You are limp, breathing in deep pants through your open mouth. You can’t see Lord Hades in this position. You don’t even try to do so. You only screw your eyes shut and whimper as something soft and wet drags up the length of your sex.

Hades knew, try as you might, you would break at a moment’s notice. You expected pain, force, violence on his part. He’s no shrinking violet; Hades is rough, he is cold, but he is calculated and he wants- needs- you to need him first. Hades won’t allow you to live without him. When he is through with you, you wouldn’t be able to do so. 

Perhaps even in death, he wouldn’t allow you to stray from his side…

You gasp and squirm, attempting to move your legs and being unable to do so, with your Lord holding you by the shins as his mouth connects to your sex. Every small movement from his tongue and his lips causes you to jerk in rhythm to his ministrations. 

This position was uncomfortable. You strained to raise your head. So close… You were so close to raising your head, then you would tense, your head falling back down as Hades pays especially harsh attention to your clitoris. 

Your chest heaves with heavy breath. Your hands grip onto the sheets for any amount of support. You no longer hide your moans of pleasure. Your hips willingly buck against the god of the Underworld’s mouth. Legs and lower back cramping, you can’t stop from wriggling and writhing in time to the pulses of pleasure that have steadily been building over time. 

You didn’t think it would happen. It hasn’t happened before! You were overwhelmed by the tingling heat that exploded from deep within your core. The muscles in your body throbbed in time with the good feeling that continued without waning intensity. You were lost in the moment, whining as your climax waned into numbness. 

The air was knocked from your lungs as you were dropped onto your back. I-Is it…? You yelp in surprise as you are grabbed by your ankles and dragged to the edge of the bed. He isn’t done with you?! A plea for respite was on the tip of your tongue, fumbling and cut off as you cried out in overstimulated confusion. 

He wasn’t satisfied with the ending conclusion. You weren’t responding as he envisioned. Hades will continue, continue until you are hoarse from screaming and soaked in your own fluids, exhausted and pained from the pleasure you have been subjected to but unable to contain the lust that you have for him and him alone. 

Even as it feels so good and hurts so, so much to feel anymore, you babble incoherently. 

It hurts.

Feels so good.

Make it stop.

Don’t- Can’t-.

You will, as will he until you provide him what he has commanded of you. The command “Don’t reject me” is a distant memory and one that scares you. Not for the demand made but for the simple reality that you now know you wouldn’t be able to do so even if you had to. 

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Not For Broadcast One-Shot - "Day 2737"

The smell of coffee hit her nose at precisely the same time the cat started licking her. Jenny opens her eyes, blinking back the crustiness of sleep before pushing herself to a sitting position. Her senses slowly start to take everything in - the sun shining in from the window, the cat's soft purrs, and the low drone of the TV in the living room. She pulls herself to her feet, scooping up the chunky Calico to hold in her arms, before leaving the room. 

He’s sitting on the couch, facing away from her with legs crossed. He sips from her National Nightly News mug, watching the TV without actually watching the TV. He couldn't really sleep, but that was usual. He had woken up a few hours prior and carefully extracted himself from bed, trying so hard not to wake her - she slept so peacefully and it would be so cruel to wake her like that.

Leaning her head against the archway, Jenny stands there for a moment, watching him. God, she loves him. So long she went without him - how did she even survive?

He hears the soft creaking of the floorboards in their apartment and smiles to himself: she's awake. Finally. "Enjoying the view?" Jeremy asks, rolling his head to the side to see Jenny out of the corner of his eye.

"Damn," she quips, heading over to the couch and sitting down beside him, "I'm losing my touch." She lets the cat down onto Jeremy's lap.

"I find it endearing," he says, scratching the Calico behind the ears.

"Of course you do, git."

"Not prick? Have I been demoted?" Jeremy says, feigning offence.

"Oh piss off," Jenny chuckles, gently swatting his arm. He catches her hand before she can withdraw it and gives it a reassuring squeeze, "Happy birthday."

"You remembered," she comments half-jokingly.

"I could never forget," he smiles. It makes her heart melt. "There's coffee, would you like some?"

"Is that even a question?" She springs to her feet and heads to the kitchen. 

She opens the cabinet and takes a long moment to ponder which mug to choose before settling on a ruby red one. It’s quite adorable , Jeremy muses, how careful she could be about certain mundane aspects of life . As she pours her coffee and adds some sugar, Jeremy's thoughts drift to other things. Things he tries to keep down, keep locked away so as not to bother anyone with his problems - but sometimes they come to the surface anyways. Like a festering wound. Sitting there, at the edge of his mind or forming a pit in his stomach, just aching and hollow. Jenny, bringing her coffee mug back to the living room, must have noticed the faraway look in his eyes. "Enjoying the view?" she jokes lightly as she sits down beside him again. Her face softens and becomes serious, "you want to talk about it?" She reaches for the remote to flip the TV off.

"No… this is your day."

"That doesn't mean we're forbidden from talking about you."

"Yes, but birthdays are supposed to be happy. Time spent with loved ones."

She takes a sip of coffee before setting the mug on the coffee table, "I had a few shitty birthdays in the past few years. Some good ones, to be fair. But more than enough shitty ones. Nothing you say can make anything about this day unhappy."

"Yes, but-"

"Nothing," she finishes for him, placing a warm hand over his own. "You know why?"

"Why?" he asks, voice no more than a whisper.

"Because you’re here and I love you. That's all that matters."

He stares back at her, unable to form words yet overcome with strong emotion. So, he does the only logical thing that comes to his mind - he leans forward and presses his lips to hers. She's surprised at first but quickly adjusts to it, hands finding their way to loop around his neck. It’s all so simple, slow, and soft. Time treks on around them, but they pay it no heed. She pulls away after a while, still remarkably close but enough of a gap for her to speak, "I see what you did there. "

"You caught me."

Jenny relaxes back on the couch, leaning on him. "I'm always here to talk about it, though."

He slides his arm around her. "I know you are."

She sighs, resolving to change the subject, "any surprise parties I should prepare for?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, " he drawls.

Jenny groans, "you know I hate surprises."

"Well, damn… Guess I need to make a few calls to cancel some things."

"I would laugh if I didn't think you were being serious…"

"Guess you'll find out…"

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Jenny sticks one final bobby pin into her bun before stepping back to admire herself in the mirror. She had to admit, she feels rather attractive in this outfit - a black pleated skirt and the maroon jumper her sister had crocheted for her Christmas a few years ago. It elegantly toes the line between casual and formal, but - more importantly - it's comfortable. Jenny simply can't resist a good comfy jumper, after all.

He appears at the doorway to their bathroom long before she realises he's there. His head rests against the door frame as he watches her rifle through her makeup bag, take out a bobby pin, and stick it into her golden bun. 

"You look beautiful," Jeremy says, voice soft. He wears straight black dress pants and his new white dress shirt, holding a deep red tie in one hand.

"You don't look half-bad yourself," Jenny grins, looking him up and down.

"That’s high praise from you."

"You're a git."

"A good-looking git, apparently. Tie?" He extends his arm towards her, clutching the deep red tie.

"Of course," Jenny says, snatching it from his hand. He allows her to loop it around his neck and while she's tying it, she adds, "did I ever tell you how I learned to tie a tie?"

He considers this for a moment, before shaking his head, "I don't think you've mentioned it."

"My dad taught me the basics, and my sister's accessory phase honed my skills."

"Accessory phase?" an amused grin creeps it's way on Jeremy's face.

"Ties, bracelets, necklaces, scarves… she had so many. Wanted to wear them all at once, it felt like."

"And Jess never learned to tie a tie during all of that?"

"Mhm, feel free to poke fun at her for it at dinner tonight." She finishes knotting the tie, letting her hand rest on his chest. He chuckles, grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together. They both lean in, touching their foreheads together, and stay like that for a moment. A single solitary moment of calm and bliss. A comfortable escape where everything outside of this moment didn't matter. Jenny couldn't resist a good comfy jumper, in more ways than one.

It's Jeremy who speaks first, "we should head out. Wouldn't want to keep them waiting…"

"Right," Jenny sighs, "Let's continue this later?"

"Of course," Jeremy nods as the two pull apart, their hands still clasped as they leave the apartment.

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The evening passes in a lovely blur. It was nice to spend a birthday with family. Family. Is that really what he was to her now? Jess is her family, and thus so is her brother-in-law, Ben. Janet may not be blood related, but Jenny still feels the same protectiveness, the same love for her best friend that she does for her little sister. When it comes to Jeremy... Her chest feels so warm thinking about him, and she feels so cold thinking about losing him again. 

Her head still pleasantly light from all the wine, she lays in bed for a little while, lost in thought, before she realises he's not lying beside her. Concerned, she brings herself to her feet, stumbling her way out of the bedroom.

He sits at the kitchen table, his head in his hands.

“Hey,” Jenny calls from her place in the archway, hugging her arms close to herself.

He lifts his head.  “Hey, you…”

“What’re you doing up?” she asks, stepping closer to the table. 

“Can’t sleep.” He covers his eyes with his hands. Jenny is now behind him, her hands on his shoulders, massaging gentle circles into his muscles - sore and tired from the nightmares that plagued him. "I wish there was something I could do to help."

 Reaching up, he takes one of her hands and guides her to sit in the chair next to him. "You already do, just by being here."

"You sappy bastard," she says, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"You love me though."

"How did you ever guess?"

A smile plays at Jeremy's lips as his focus settles on the beautiful woman sitting next to him. Her blonde hair is in a loose ponytail hanging down her back, with slight curls leftover from the bun earlier in the night. Her eyes twinkle with memories - so many memories behind those tired, weary features. It’s as though, if he looks deep enough into those eyes, the world around them would grow faint and mushy, and they would be back again in the studio, over a decade ago, to the very moment they first met. She found him annoying then, which she obviously gave away on her face. Perhaps her expressions are not noticeable to the casual observer, but to someone who watches closely, one can notice the tightening of her smile when she’s dissatisfied or how her blue eyes sparkle when she's passionate about something. She still looks beautiful - even after all this time - but now she has dark circles under her eyes, making her look as tired as Jeremy felt.

"Let's talk about something lighthearted," she says after a while, absentmindedly tracing circles with her thumb into Jeremy's palm.

He's quiet for a moment, considering her for a long, hard moment. Finally, he replies, "no."

"No?" Her face twists in momentary confusion.

"I want to talk about everything that happened over the past few years," he pauses before adding, "if you want to, of course."

She smiles softly, easily, "should I get us some wine for this?"

"Yes. I'll get the glasses."

She's about to get up from the table to go fetch the wine, when Jeremy catches her wrist. "Hey. Happy birthday."

"You've already said that today."

"True. But I'm making up for the ones I missed." 

She stares back at him, her eyes welling with tears. Then, she leans forwards, giving him a soft peck on the cheek, before going to grab the wine bottle from the fridge.

For the first time since their reunion, Jeremy and Jenny discuss every detail of the past 5 years - from the joyous parts to the most painful ones. And everything is alright, because they have each other.

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Extinction | Douglas Preston | Published 2024

Erebus Resort, occupying a magnificent, hundred-thousand-acre valley deep in the Colorado Rockies, offers guests the experience of viewing woolly mammoths, Irish Elk, and giant ground sloths in their native habitat, brought back from extinction through the magic of genetic manipulation. When a billionaire' sson and his new wife are kidnapped and murdered in the Erebus back country by what is assumed to be a gang of eco-terrorists, Colorado Bureau of INvestigation Agent Frances Cash partners with county sheriff James Colcord to track down the perpetrators. As killings mount and the valley is evacuated, Cash and Colcord must confront an ancient, intelligent, and malevolent presence at Erebus, bent not on resurrection but on extinction.

Mark and Olivia Gunnerson are honeymooning in one of the most exclusive resorts in the United States. In the wilderness of Colorado lies Erebus Resort, known for bringing back to life Pleistocene megafauna, including a family of wooly mammoths. While the resort has a lodge for a more relaxed vacation, Mark and Olivia are experienced backpackers and prefer roughing it in the "back country" in addition to the guide.

Olivia is thrilled to be expecting their first child, and though Mark is sympathetic to the newly pregnant Olivia, he and their guide have a few drinks on their first night camping. After having sex, Mark and Olivia go to sleep, only to be awakened shortly after by something cutting into their tent. Mark goes to investigate, but is seemingly attacked, with Olivia also attacked shortly after.

CBI Agent Frankie Cash is called in to the scene from Eagle County Sheriff Jim Colcord. The two of them immediately begin looking for evidence of what could be happening. While it is suspected that one of the mammoths is responsible for the deaths, they learn from lab technicians and scientists share that the aggression gene was removed during sequencing and they are like giant puppies, even curious of the humans that come to view them in the open wilderness.

Despite there only being two victims, Cash wants to move the investigation forward. After calling in assistance in searching from drone pilots, Cash and one of the drone pilots are essentially being herded from what they now realize are human perpetrators, and there are several of them. After the drone pilot is injured, and Frankie is forced to face off with these individuals on her own, a helicopter is able to scare them away and save Frankie and the drone pilot from sure murder.

While the investigation continues, both Cash and Colcord feel as if something is being hidden from them, despite the resort and its security teams being cooperative with them. After Colcord is informed that there is a third mine located within the mountains around the resort, he confronts Maximillian, the head of security for the resort. He explains that it wasn't something he thought about because they had closed up all entrances to that mine, only keeping the other two open for labs and other facilities for the resort.

But, when the two of them are able to get inside of the mine, they realize that some or all of the perpetrators are within the mine, and that they have begun cannibalizing the victims they have gotten so far, which includes a SWAT team member that had escorted them into the mines. They also locate a strange steel door that is blocking one of the tunnels within the mine. Cash decides to get a no-knock warrant and to enter in that door to figure out what the resort is hiding from them.

And what they find is shocking: not only has the resort been de-extincting several of these megafauna, but they are also resurrecting Neanderthals, and Romanski, an evidence detective assigned to the case, notes that he believes that the killers involved as escaped Neanderthals.

However, the four of them, which includes a young evidence technician that comes with them into the mine to execute the warrant, are discovered by Maximillian, he becomes irate with them and takes the hostage, telling them to leave behind their weapons and any gear they have. He takes them deep into the mine once again, and tthe CEO of Erebus tells him to take them to the CO. They believe this to mean commanding officer, but instead, they are brought into a small room that they now realize is a gas chamber, and they will be executed, and their deaths would be told to the media as they had died from carbon monoxide poisoning in the mines, which is a common death in mines.

After an explosion at the main gates to the resort turns off the power to the entire resort, Neanderthals being held prisoner inside of the mine are let loose, and they are there to exact their revenge on the humans. Cash and her group are able to escape, while members of the media and police are forced to flee the lodge that has erupted in flames, are being attacked slowly by loose Neanderthals.

When confronted by a large group of these Neaderthals, Karman, one of the scientists that worked closely with the Neaders in teaching them and educating them, talks them into letting the group go and he would escort them through the woods. But, unfortunately, they learn that not only can the Neanders breed amongst themselves, it is likely they can breed with humans, as this is something that is historically accurate. It is also noted that for several million dollars, families would come to Erebus believing they were getting the perfect children they dreamed of, only for Karman to admit that they had been putting Neander DNA into the embroys and placing them within these unsuspecting parents, including Mark and Olivia.

In the end, the Neanders who let them escape are still on the loose, and Cash and Colcord later discuss that it is extinction that th Neanders are after, and the entire ordeal isn't over yet.

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Below is the character information of Spike from the Booba (TV Series) and Booba: Food Puzzle (TV Series) produced by 3D Sparrow. The information provided combines canonical and personal details, including characters and scenarios not present in the original source material. For solely canonical information about the character, visit boobapedia.miraheze.org/wiki/Spike. Over time, there will be changes and additions to the above. Keep checking back to see what has been updated.

Name: Spike Gender: Male Species: Hedgehog Eyes: Brown Fur: Brown Friends:     • Booba     • Loola     • Rachel     • Mr. Beak     • Noodle

Info: Spike is Booba's little hedgehog pal who features in Booba (TV Series) and Booba: Food Puzzle (TV Series). His spiky quills frequently lead to mishaps by getting stuck in objects such as balloons, causing them to burst. Despite being a bit shy at times, he is quick to make friends with those around him.

Appearance: Spike is a brown-furred hedgehog with a white furry belly. He is small with tiny pink, four-fingered hands with opposable thumbs and pink, three-toed feet. His backside is adorned with brown spines that protrude.

Spike has large brown eyes, small curved ears, a bulbous black nose, and no visible tail.

Similar to Booba, he also has two antenna-like protrusions extending from above his eyes, arched over each with tufts of brown fur resembling eyebrows.

Personality: Spike often displays a timid demeanor when around others, occasionally opting to curl into a ball as a means of hiding. Despite this hesitancy, he has gradually found comfort in the presence of Booba and his friends, allowing himself to share in both the triumphs and challenges experienced within the group dynamic.

History: There's little known about Spike's past before he met Booba and his friends. He suddenly appeared at a bowling alley one day, chasing after an apple, and ended up in a confrontation with Booba. Now, he hangs around with Booba, Loola, Mr. Beak, and Noodle, joining in on fun activities and adventures with them. Spike sometimes needs help due to his short height. In Episode 57 - "Office" of Booba (TV Series), Spike is seen having trouble reaching the water cooler for a drink, and Booba helps him.

Relationships:

Booba – Spike encountered Booba at the "Bowling" alley while in pursuit of a green apple, mysteriously scoring points in the adjacent bowling lane, albeit unintentionally. Their initial interaction was somewhat tumultuous, with Booba attempting to apprehend Spike for outperforming him in the game, using a mop to push him and kicking him into the air.

Over time, Spike and Booba developed a friendlier relationship and occasionally engaged in play together.

Booba often sustains injuries from Spike's spines by accidentally falling on him and mistakenly picking him up with his bare hands, confusing the hedgehog for something else.

Zack – Spike's first encounter with Zack occurred when he witnessed Zack committing a ruthless murder. Horrified by this unprecedented act, he quickly returned to Booba and the others to inform them of what he had seen.

Despite feeling fearful of Zack, Rachel prevents him from inflicting serious harm on Spike. Spike does manage to develop some level of tolerance for Zack's misconduct and brutality, even though he does not approve of his violent actions.

Spike tends to view Zack more as a nuisance due to his loud and destructive behavior. This is especially true now that Zack has become a permanent member of the Booba household. Zack frequently treats Spike as if he were a ball, often swatting him around with his scythe like a golf club.

Rachel – Spike grew quite fond of Rachel after she appeared in the Boobaverse through a time-space rift. They have developed a friendly relationship, with Rachel often preventing Zack from mistreating Spike. Spike enjoys Rachel's company and her willingness to help him get his favorite treat, apples!

Notes: Spike owns a drone that he occasionally operates using a controller.

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Find My misfire leads to SWAT raid on grandmother

Find My misfire leads to SWAT raid on grandmother

A Denver detective is being sued after he led a SWAT raid on an elderly woman’s home after Find My falsely pinged her home as a location of a stolen iPhone. On January 3, 2022, a truck was stolen from a Denver Hyatt hotel. According to the owner, it contained six firearms, two drones, $4,000 in cash, and an iPhone 11.The following day, Denver detective Gary Staab interviewed the owner of the…

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War Robots is a multiplayer online battle arena game where you control a giant robot and fight against other players in various maps and modes. The game is available for Android and iOS devices, and it has decent 3D graphics, decent physics, and a huge variety of robots and weapons to choose from.

One of the War Robots maps

I have been playing War Robots for maybe 2 months now, and I have to say that it is a very addictive and enjoyable game. I love the mech genre and blasting away at the bad guys, using different strategies and tactics. The game also has a lot of customization options, allowing me to upgrade my robots and weapons, change their appearance (that’s expensive), and equip them with different modules and drones.

However, as much as I like War Robots, I also have to admit that it is a very frustrating game. The main reason for this is the game’s matchmaking system, which often pits me against players who have MUCH MUCH MUCH better equipment than me. These players have spent a lot of money on the game, buying premium currency, chests, passes, and bundles that give them access to the most powerful robots and weapons in the game. These items are very expensive, and they can cost hundreds or even thousands of dollars.

As a result, these players have a huge advantage over me, and they can easily destroy me with one or two shots from across the map. I have no chance to fight back or even run away from them. They can also capture the beacons faster, deal more damage, and survive longer than me. This makes the game extremely unbalanced, and it is infuriating.

I never expect to murder everyone in the first week. That would be foolish. But I’ve been playing every sort of game for decades. I am usually a factor in almost every game. After weeks of spending for better gear, getting a feel for play, developing strategies and tuning gear, to see myself swatted around like cannon fodder is a little aggravating. 

Aerial view of one of the War Robots maps

I have tried to improve my performance by spending some money on the game myself, about $10 a week, but that is not enough to scratch these guys armor. I have also tried to play more often and complete the daily tasks and events, but that is also not enough to earn enough resources to get the good gear. The game is pay-to-win, and it rewards spending money on it, of course. But it’s the amount of money that kills it for me. I am not sure how people are spending thousands of dollars on coins and randomly spinning for gear and eventually getting these metal monsters. 

The game definitely is catering to people that spend LOTS of money. New gear comes out that is necessary to be on top. Then it’s nerfed. Then new gear that is neccessary comes out, costing more money. Then nerfed. Cycle after cycle.

I am sad to say that I am going have to stop playing War Robots. It is not worth it for me to continue playing a game that makes me feel angry and frustrated more than happy and satisfied. It is a shame, because War Robots is so fun when you’re not a fly in the spider web. If only it had a fairer matchmaking system and a more reasonable pricing model. I’m blowing too much time and money. 

You have a great game here Pixonic. I’ve played mech games over the years and this one is tops. I know you think the rare stuff should be rare, but I enjoy when talent helps me win. And I understand your business model is milk to big spenders so they can stay on top. 

I bid farewell to War Robots. It was great fun while it lasted. Well, maybe one more game…

[giggly-squiggily]

Brush Of A Feather (My Hero Academia)

You know those random ideas you get at like- 3 am and can't get out of your mind? This is one of those ideas. I've had such a craving for Dabihawks lately, and the thought of Hawks messing with Dabi mid meeting was too funny to pass up! I hope you like it! :D

Summary: Dabi is bored during a meeting with the League. Hawks decides to relieve him of it.

CW: Swearing, pseudo death threats from Dabi

League meetings, Dabi learned from his time here, were like old tv shows. Usually meetings were held to go over and review already known facts and leads- the more sensitive stuff coded for protection- to make sure everyone was on the same page. Any new information they received was dealt out in smaller meetups, meaning Dabi already knew the scoop on practically everything they covered.

Case and point- he was bored.

And he wasn’t the only one it seems. Beside him, Toga was quietly clicking through various online quizzes. On his other side, Spinner was watching frog videos.

Slumping in his seat, Dabi let his eyes closed, wondering how long he’d get away with his nap before Shigaraki got on him for snoring. He was just starting to drift off when he felt it: a light brush of something against the back of his ears.

Dabi was covered in scar-tissue. There was little skin on him that wasn’t burned beyond recognition. That didn’t mean he couldn’t still feel things- it was just less sensitive compared to his healthy skin. In this case, whatever was brushing against his ear had enough force behind it he could feel it. Reaching back, he swatted at the disturbance.

Only for it to come again. This time against his other ear.

Waving a hand back, he grunted in frustration, concluding it must have been some bug that decided to mess with him. He went to grab it, only for it to slip through his fingers. Another brush- this time against his neck. He slapped at it- gritting his teeth.

“Is there a problem, Dabi?” Kurogiri asked him, putting him in the spotlight. So much for sleeping. “I’m fine- an annoying fly, that’s all.” He crossed his arms and slumped back, determined to ignore the returning flutter against his ears.

“Very well then. Please continue to pay attention.” The meeting went on, and Dabi closed his eyes. The fluttering against his scars suddenly stopped, only to return to his nose. Swatting at his face, he sputtered and glared, a glimpse of red darting out of his vision.

Red? Oh that son of a-

He looked around the room, trying to find the source of the feather. When all the windows and shadowed parts of the meeting room proved empty, he pulled up messenger on his computer:

D: Really? A Feather? I’m surprised you haven’t just snuck in.

H: It’s more fun this way. Besides, you know how your boss is. He wouldn’t let me within five feet of these meetings.

D: More fun, eh? Sure, let’s go with that

The feather wiggled under his nose once more, and this time Dabi couldn’t hold back the sneeze. “Ah-choo!” He jumped in his seat, just barely covering his mouth. Toga made a face at him while Mr. Compress passed down a box of tissues, muttering a “bless you” to him. Dabi groaned in irritation as he cleaned up. Once that was said and done, he wrote once more.

D: What are you, a cartoon villain?

H: You’re cute when you sneeze. You jump like a foot in the air. It’s like you're being jet-propelled.

D: I’m not cute, and that was ridiculous. Stop tickling my nose!

H: Okay <3

Dabi rolled his eyes, pretending the sudden warmth on his cheeks was from anger. The feather was once again out of view, and he felt himself start to calm down. The meeting droned on, and he slumped in his seat once more, closing his eyes.

The feather was back, brushing his ears. He ignored it. ‘I won’t give you the win, birdie.’ He decided. All was going well until he felt the back of his shirt being pulled on, the small feather slipping down his back.

He jerked in his chair, eyes widening and lips pressed together. Oh come on- not now. Not here, you ass! The feather ran slowly up and down his spine, tracing random patterns against his patch skin, especially staying within the healthy parts of his skin. Shaking, he reached for his computer.

D: Get it out. Now.

H: What? You said don’t tickle your nose. You never said don’t tickle you at all.

D: You’re a dead bird I swear if you don’t take your nasty feather-

H: I thought you liked my feathers. You always say how soft they are. Doesn’t it feel good? I bet it tickles like crazy huh? Look how squirmy you are!

It did, in fact, tickle like crazy. The feather traced over his stomach and hips with just enough pressure to leave Dabi fighting down the giggles, a fist pressed into his mouth while the other tried and failed to subtly grab the offending object. Just when he thought he had it, it would shoot upward and behind, giving his one good shoulder a friendly flick before returning to the front of his torso.

D: Birdie I’m gonna deep fry you if you don’t get your ducking feather out of my shirt

D: Duck

D: Graham Autocorrect

D: FUCK

H: I’m dying- Oh my god you’re adorable!

D: Shut the hell up and stop tickling me!

H: Say you love me first.

D: Hawks

H: Say it. Say: “I love you, Keigo!”

D: You're an ass

H: And you're stubborn. Come on, you know it’s true.

Dabi’s face was on fire, as were his lungs. He doubled down in his chair in an effort to hide it along with the few snickers he couldn’t keep back. The feather was now against the non-scarred part of his ribs, tracing out ‘I <3 U’ over and over in the same place and effectively driving Dabi insane. He knew it would be simple- just type “I love you”. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done it before.

But this was a matter of principle! He refused to give up so easily.

“What do you think of this, Dabi?” Shigaraki asked, bringing his attention back to the meeting. Shit, shit shit. Of all the times! At that moment, the feather seemed to pause as well- mercifully moving to a different spot. “Uh- ahem. What?” He asked, earning a few snickers from Twice and Toga. Shigaraki gave him a slow blink, as if he’d already asked Dabi this same question multiple times. Perhaps he did. “We were discussing what to do regarding the Nomu?”

“Oh yeah! Right- Nomu.” His brain wracked to Nomu topics before settling on the most recent information. “Right- we were talking about relocating them. The previous location has been compromised since our last use of them, so I think we should-ahehahahahahahahhahahaha!”

The villains around him blinked, taken aback by Dabi’s sudden laughing fit. The brunette clamped a hand over his mouth, face burning red and eyes wide. “We should…laugh?” Mr. Compress asked. “I don’t get it. What’s so funny, Dabi?” Twice piped up.

Of course, Hawks had decided to wait until he was mid sentence before diving the feather beneath his arm. Even now, the dastardly thing was making his life hell, twisting and twirling against the sensitive skin. He needed to get out of here.

“Ihiihiihihihi- pfft! Fucking stop it! I’m gehhehehetting some ahahhair!” He stumbled away like a drunk, one hand clasping the affected armpit while he weakly pushed open the doors, leaving an equally confused yet highly amused group of villains behind him.

~~~

“GET OFF!” Dabi reached into his shirt and tossed out the feather, glaring as it floated around him. As it blew off in the wind, Hawks appeared by his side, eyes dancing with glee. “Hello matchbox. Did your meeting go well?” He teased, cackling when Dabi gave him the meanest stink eye he could muster. “Oh you- come here!” Dabi grabbed him around the waist, fingers dancing up and down his sides and earning loud, birdlike squawks and giggles from the blonde. “Ah! Ahehahahahahhahaha! Dahhahahahahhahabi! Coohohohohohome ohohohohohon Iihihihihiihm shahahahhahhahhaarry!” Hawks wailed in glee, weakly twisting in his boyfriend’s arms. Any anger the taller man felt faded away immediately, replaced with wary amusement. “Heh, you’re such a dork. Tickling me mid-meeting? What are you, the tickle monster?”

“Buhuhuhuhuuhuhut yoohohohohohou lohohohohoohohoked boohoohohohohoohred!” Hakws argued, laughter increasing when Dabi found that terrible spot where his wings connected with his back. “AHHAHEHAHHHAHA NOOHOOHOHOOHO NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHHERE!”

“Heh, cutie.” Dabi grinned and stopped his tickles, keeping his arms around the exhausted bird and letting him rest against his chest. “That’s just a taste of what’s coming to you tonight. Be ready.”

“Ahehehe…hehehe…yohohohu nehehehver sahahahid it.” Hawks huffed, looking up at him then. If Dabi didn’t know any better, he’d say Hawk’s was pouting. “Say what? Oh…” Dabi blinked, remembering what the original deal was. Looking down at his boyfriend, he leaned in and pressed their foreheads together, enjoying how flustered he made the usually confident hero. “Right. Let’s see…was it ‘I  love KFC?’” Hawks smacked his shoulder, earning a snort. “No, no, it was…ah. ‘I love bomber jackets.’” That earned him a squeeze to the ribs. “Okay okay!” He laughed as he leaned in, their lips barely touching. “I love you, Keigo. That’s what you wanted to hear, right?”

Hawk’s returning kiss was all the answer he needed.

Thanks for reading!

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distractions | g.w

george weasley x fem!reader

summary : george needs your attention but you are too busy with your school duties

warning : NSFW! 18+! smut, swearing, degradation (tiny bit), praising, cockwarming, dom!george (mostly?), breeding kink, choking, slapping (once)

word count : 3.2k

a/n : I tried to do sub!george but my fingers slipped whoops, honestly tho this is the second time this has happened ugh 

Snape's unbearable voice droned on and on as you tried your hardest not to close your heavy eyes. It was the last period and everyone was tired, put that and Snape together in a boiling potions classroom, you get disaster. 

You were sitting next to George and Lee in one of the many round tables scattered around the classroom. George was tracing his fingers up your thigh, making out lazy shapes as he too was trying his hardest not to fall asleep. 

Just as you were about to give up the bell finally rang. You shoot out of your stool along with George, Lee, and Fred and jog quickly out of the classroom to get some cool air. The four of you walked in a line to go back to the Gryffindor common room, chatting about the latest gossip at school. 

When you got in the common room you told the boys you wanted to head up and study for an upcoming test tomorrow and they let you go, well except George, he insisted to come up with you to 'study' and you know well that it will end up with none of you actually studying, knowing the consequences you let his come along anyways– too tired to put up a fight right now. 

As you got to your dorm George quickly collapsed on your bed, taking off his robe and loosening his tie in the process. You however didn't come anywhere near your bed, immediately sitting in front of your desk and taking out a few textbooks and your quill. 

"You're really studying?" George asked from behind you, rolling his sleeves up to his elbow showing his veiny arms.

"Uh– Yes?" You scoffed back at your boyfriend with a slight chuckle. 

George didn't answer as he watched you take off your robe and school jumper, untucking your white button-up before loosening your tie and undoing the top 3 buttons on your shirt. He couldn't see anything as you had your back to him but he already knew the view, considering it was already printed permanently on his mind. You turned around in your chair to toss the clothing onto your bed, your cleavage coming to view– littered in fresh purple bruises. 

George's breath hitched as dirty images from the night before filled his mind. You on your knees with his cock in between your plump pink lips. You bent over his legs as he thrust his digits up your heat. You on your back and your legs on his shoulder as he pounded into your sopping cunt. 

You caught a glimpse of George's flustered face and smiled to yourself before turning back to your books, opening them, and started to make notes on a blank piece of parchment. You could hear George shuffling a little behind you, trying to get rid of the tent in his pants. 

"Darling..." George called out softly to you.

"Hm?" 

"Can you finish that later?"

"No" 

"Darling please–" 

"No Georgie stop whining you were the one who wanted to come up with me," You affirm to him which left him silent. 

George stayed still for 5 minutes before he started getting fussy again, it took all his self-control to not go over your desk and throwing you over his shoulder. After sitting down for another 5 minutes he gave up and his hand flew to the top of his erection to palm himself through his pants. 

You could hear George's breath getting uneven and you turned around to see him with his eyes closed and his head thrown back by the headboard as his hand worked himself on the tent in his pants. 

You smirked and slowly got up to move towards him. You stood next to the bed and leaned down to place your hand on top of his causing his eyes to shoot open just to come face to face with your breast. 

"You're that desperate huh?" You cooed to your boyfriend who's as red as his hair. 

"N-no – Wait yes– Wait fuck, darling please" He whined in front of you keeping his eyes on your breasts. 

You smirked at him before standing straight and crossed your arms in front of your chest, purposely tightening the grip to push your breast up a little. 

"Get up" You blurted to your boyfriend who still sat on the bed. 

George quickly got up to tower over you with a desperate expression. You trailed your fingers up his arms and to his neck, pulling him into you for a kiss. Your hungry lips meet another while his hands move to trail every inch of your body. Your hand started to roam George's body– touching and groping anything that passed. Your hand hitched lower and lower until it met the top of his smart trousers, going even lower you traced your hand to the side of his thigh– purposely missing the obvious large tent in his pants. As he was about to deepen the kiss you broke away from him.

"Darling no–" 

"Stop it– I'm in charge here!" You snapped at your whining boyfriend. 

You took a step back and went to undo the rest of your buttons on your shirt. Right after you finish you little task your hands flew back onto George’s body, fingers dancing around as it neared the zipper that would unlock his throbbing member. You swiftly took off his pants and boxers revealing his hard cock that stood straight. His cock was slightly pink at the top with pre-cum leaking down. You eyed his member for a sweet second before smirking at him. 

George expected you to get on your knees or at least touch him once you took his cock out, so it surprised him when you took a step back– leaving him and his cock hovering in the cool air. You kept your eyes on him when you took your hands back to zip down your skirt, revealing your black panties– which you took off on the spot too. 

"Sit" You ordered George– motioning to the chair you previously sat on. 

George gulped, making his Adam's apple bob down before hurrying to sit on the chair. You slowly followed him to the chair, as the view of George squirming with his cock out makes you wetter than you already were. You chuckled lightly before stepping over his legs and hovered above his cock. You placed your hands on the desk as George used his hand to guide his cock into you.  The both of you hissed in pleasure as you sank down on him, taking in inch by inch until he was balls deep in you. George's hand flew up to your hips starting to bounce you on his dick but you swatted his hands away. 

"No!"

"Wha- No?" George asked in disbelief.

"You distracted me from my work, so now you're going to sit there and wait until I finish my work!" You snapped back at the boy who was whining already. 

It killed him to have to sit there when he's deep inside you, your walls hugged his cock like a warm blanket driving him crazy having to keep still. However, George didn't want to push his luck with you so he obeyed and sat still. He tried his hardest not to move when you would occasionally squeeze your walls but that doesn't stop him from letting out the filthy moan that hits you right on your dripping core. 

It had been 25 minutes and he was seconds away from completely going nuts, fortunately, you were already on your last sentence when George was starting to really squirm under you. You set your quill down and closed the ink on your desk before turning your head around to see George's head thrown back on top of the chair and his eyes shut. 

"Hi Georgie," You cooed to your boyfriend. 

With the sound of your sweet voice, George's eyes shot open and he picked up his head to meet your eyes, he really does look like he's suffering. You kissed the side of his mouth before getting up, earning a pained groan from George. 

"Alright alright– I'm sorry" You chuckled down at him before coming down sit on his lap, facing him this time. 

George pouted up at you and gripped your hips signaling that he wanted to be inside you. You pecked his pouted lips before trailing your hand to his painfully erect dick. Gripping the base you moved your fist closer to the tip earning a broken moan from George. You circled your thumb over the red tip a few times to collect the pre-cum before bringing them to your mouth to suck them dry. You lifted your thumbs to your lips before putting them in to taste him, the sensation of sweet and salty jolts your body awake. You closed your eyes enjoying his taste knowing he's watching your every move. 

You finally took your thumb out of your mouth and opened your eyes to find George with his mouth agape watching you. You smiled at him before cupping his face pulling him for a kiss. 

"Hey, do you think you can fuck me now?" You asked as you softly pulled away from his lips. 

"Oh, darling I've wanted to fuck you from the moment we walked in this room" George chuckled as his eyes darkened with lust. 

You kissed his cheek one last time before hovering above him, taking his hard cock in your hands and guiding him into you once again. Like the last time– you both hissed in pleasure and George's hand tightens on your hips. Once he's fully in you started to bounce on him, pleasure completely taking over. George was big, but taking him like this really gave you all new sensations. 

"O-oh fuck darling–" George slurred out as he threw his head back once more.

Just watching and hearing George was too much for you, his slightly damp hair falling on his face, his deep voice letting out moans just for you, you didn't know what you did to deserve such a man. 

You continued to bounce on George as your high approached you. George could tell from your more constant moan and from the way you gripped his shoulder hard. He has gone through this one too many times to not see the signs. 

"Are you cumming darling?" George asked in a deep moaned voice. 

"Y-yes yes oh Georgie please– please make me cum–" You choked out as your submissive side comes out. 

"What happened to being in charge love? Abandoning your role already?" George smirked at his girlfriend who was still bouncing on his cock. 

"I don't care anymore please just make me cum–" You cried out in pleasure as it nearly washes over you.

"Gladly"

With your request, George started to drive his cock in and out of you faster before one of his hands left your hips to rub fast circles on your clit. You let more filthy moans as George stayed still but his fingers work quickly to get you to your high. He kept rubbing you with one hand as the other kept a grip on you to stay still on his cock. You grind down onto his cock as he continuously rubs your throbbing clit. Seconds later you were gripping his shoulder– choking out air as you come hard on him, coating his cock that's still inside you. 

Without warning, George wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up not breaking the contact. He slowly walked over to your bed and gently placed your head on the fluffy pillows by the headboard. He then settled once more between your legs– his hard cock still inside you. 

"Now darling I think it's cute that you think you can take charge– but tonight I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name" George whispered in your ear as he drags his teeth down your neck. 

"I hope those aren't just empty words sir"  You teased him as he lifted his face from your neck, revealing a tense jaw and wicked smirk. 

George let out a dark chuckle before pulling nearly completely out and slamming his member into you again earning a loud filthy moan from you. He repeated this over and over again– picking up the pace in the process, completely destroying your cunt. George's face came down inches away from yours before crashing his lips onto yours, pleasure lulling you away from reality. 

"Is this what you want?" George hissed as he pulled his lips away from you "Pretending to take charge when really– you just want me to fuck you like the slut you are" George continued to pound into you, spreading your thighs wider at every thrust. 

You hummed in response as the overstimulation started to hit the lower part of your body. "Answer me slut!" He finally snapped at you, giving your cheek a subtle smack, turning you on further than you expected. 

"Y-yes" 

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me like– like the slut I am" You finally fully caved into him. 

"Good girl" George praised you as he focused his thrust to ruin your pretty little cunt. Without warning, George pulled out of your warm walls making you whimper at the loss. He shuffled back onto his knees and flipped you around to your stomach before lifting your hips to meet his tip. "Let’s fuck you like the slut you are then" He whispered as his fingers came down to your heat, collecting your juices and opening up your cunt. 

You tried your best to nod and whimper for him as a response once more but he wasn't having any of it. Before you knew it a cold hard slap was delivered to your left ass cheek making you moan out loud again. "Use your words!" George hissed as he continued to slap your right ass cheek.

"Y-yes sir– please fuck me"

"Fuck you?"

"Yes fuck me like the slut I am sir please–" You whimpered, wiggling your hips up even higher in the cold air, exposing your cunt to the eager man behind you. 

George then proceeded to guide his hard length into you in one swift motion, bottoming out completely into you making you arch your back even more. His big hands came down to your hips before rocking you into the mattress to fuck you hard. George didn't even give you time to adjust to the new position– slamming his hips fast and hard into you from behind. 

You were whimpering as the knot in your stomach started to grow again. George was hitting that spot in you that you have never been able to reach yourself. When you thought things couldn't get better George's hand left your hips and wrapped itself around your throat before pulling you up to his chest. The new angle allowed him to hit you even deeper, making you moan out his name in pained pleasure. You were choking out for air as he pounded into you from behind. 

"Yeah, you like that?" George grunted slamming his hips into you at an inhuman speed, “My pretty little slut” He cooed as his fingers tightens around your throat, placing his fingers perfectly to cut out the oxygen coming to your brain. 

"Y-yes sir I like it" You started to stutter trying to find ways to let the words escape your mouth without letting out too much air. “More please– m-more” You cried as you could feel the pounding on the back of your head. 

George's mouth snaked to your shoulder as he bit down on it, muffling his groan into your delicate skin. He gave you a couple more strong thrusts before letting go of your throat making you fall down completely onto the mattress. He was not done with you yet, he used the hand that previously hugged your throat to push your head down into the mattress. You could feel the tears that threatened to fall start to form on the verge of your eyes, blurring your dark vision as you cried into the open air. 

He pounded into you again and again, conjuring stars for you to see. The knot in your stomach grows tighter as it gets harder to hold it in. You could feel your consciousness starting to slip as he works your cunt. "Sir– I'm gonna cum please"  You whimpered out as more tears started to fall. 

"You can't take it anymore huh?" George grunted back at you, not stopping his hard movements. You could only shake your head aggressively giving him a sign that you were really on the edge. "Alright then pretty girl" He grunted again, lowering his head down to trail kisses down your spine "Cum on my cock c’mon– show me that you’re not just a slut" 

Your mouth hung open as another orgasm washed over you, your lower back aches and your cunt on fire as the filthy moans escaped your trembling lips. Your toes curling and your back arching, your juices started to gush out of your cunt, completely coating George's cock as he drives it in and out harder, helping you ride out your high. “Good girl, there you go” George cooed as your vision started to get blurry when he continued to pound into you after your second orgasm, extremely sensitive, you whimpered out to your boyfriend who was chasing his own high.  

George's hand let go of your head and placed them back into the original position of your hips. Giving you a couple more thrust he started to get sloppy, motioning that he was about to cum. "I'm gonna cum inside alright" He whimpered out before throwing his head back with his eyes on the back of his head. George let out a series of curse words as he empties his load inside you, painting your walls with his thick ropes of cum. He came harder than he ever did, you could feel it as his seeds completely fill you up. George stayed still before slowly pulling out, his seeds immediately spilling out of you.  

"Would you look at that darling, you can't even hold my cum inside you" He chuckled before bringing his middle finger to your heat, collecting his cum and pushing it back inside you.

You softly moaned as you felt his fingers enter you. George pulled his fingers out before wiping them on your things. He guided you onto your back once again. He then swiftly laid down next to you, prompting out on his side as he opened your legs. Your gaze followed his hands as they started to near your heat. You watched him as his hands danced around your heat, collecting both your orgasm before shoving them back into you. 

"I need you to keep it in alright" George whispered as he brought his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips. 

George kissed your side once more before getting up to put on a fresh pair of boxers and moving to your trunk to get you a fresh underwear. George closed your trunk again and shuffled to the bed to see you completely fucked out, making him smile. He opened your legs again and brought each leg to the hole of the panties before putting it on you properly. His lips came down to your hips to give it a kiss before it trails up to your chest and your lips. 

"Are you alright?" George asks worriedly when he realizes you haven't said anything. 

"I'm alright Georgie, that was just– really good" You sigh as you opened your eyes, revealing your boyfriend staring down at you worriedly. 

A small smile danced on your lips before you brought both your arms up to wrap them around his neck bringing him down on you. He kissed your shoulder before resting his head on the crook of your neck, settling down. 

"Are you sure you don't want to shower first?" George asked as he lifted his head up to meet your gaze. 

You shook your head before kissing his forehead. "Later Georgie" You mumbled into his hair as sleep started to take over.

"Alright darling– I love you" 

"I love you too Georgie"