#that was not supposed to say ages it was supposed to say birthdays. but we're rolling with it regardless

[transingthoseformers]

This section of a fic I read last night has been killing me btw

I didn't even know that was a thing with horses

[lizziesribbons]

Part 1 | seeing her for the first time

PAIRING: BEST FRIEND'S MOM! WANDA X FEM! READER

summary: you had no idea visiting your college bestfriend's hometown for the first time would put a women in your life that would either ruin your life or be the love of your life. Stay tuned to find out.

warnings: ****MINORS DNI***** *****MEN DNI***** ****CONTAINS SMUT LOTS OF SMUT****** fluff, legal age difference (r is 21, Wanda is 42), angst, homophobia, wanda is religious, church visits alot of them with Wanda, Wanda is divorced because I absolutely hate cheating it disgusts me I hate vision but I hate cheating more. Mentions of domestic abuse, mommy issues, parental control and alot of family issues.

Author's note: this is the first chapter so it might be a bit of everything idk I need a good base uh anyways y'all know my first language isn't English so bear with me ALSO half of this is projecting I'm literally writing what happened to me irl the only part fictional is me meeting an older women unfortunately that wasn't the case but I absolutely love my bestfriend's mom she's such a sweetheart I miss her alot :( I haven't met her ever since me and my bsf grew apart been a year I think

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Going to your best friend's hometown for the summer wasn't your first option but you didn't really have a choice since your family disowned you after you came out to them during last year summer after your first year at college, it was your second year now and you've still been in no contact with them you occasionally talk to your sister every once in a while since she's the only one who accepts the fact that being gay isn't anything out of the ordinary

So here you were driving in your old ass jeep your grandparents gifted you on your birthday behind your parent's back, you loved it alot even though you were the only person who were able to drive it since anyone else couldn't figure it out even if they wanted to save their life.

"my mom just called she's excited to see you, says she's glad I'm bringing a friend she has been bored alot" your bestfriend carlee says pulling you out of your thoughts. "Oh" you say breathing out and shaking your head to pull yourself out of the trance you were apparently in, "uh yeah I'm excited to see her too. What did you say her name was? I didn't catch it" you ask her your eyes still on the road "Wanda" carlee says with her mouth full of potato chips, "Wanda? That's pretty- carlee I swear to god if you drop any chips in here." you say with concern "I won't! See I'm not a little kid" she says in defence "just be careful." you drive in silence, carlee's mouth sounds the only sound in the car.

"why is your name carlee" you ask after a few minutes "what the fuck is that supposed to mean" she says her eyebrows furrowing and you chuckle and say, "I mean why and who named you there must be a meaning cuz your name makes 0 sense with Wanda's", "I'm still confuse on what that means but anyways my mom didn't name me my dad did he didn't really give mom an option to name me, says it was his first love's name and he wants to cherish her" she says softly, "Oh what a dick" your face in disgust as carlee laughs loudly "he was, I mean he is he still is I'm glad mom divorced him" she says sighing "yeah? I bet he was" you say to her sadly "well atleast we can bond over our crazy insane dads you know" carlee chuckles lighting the mood as you laugh with her, "hey you want something there's a cafe coming up I think" you ask Carlee "yeah sure I can enjoy a coffee right now" she says as you pull over "no coffee carlee we're still 4 hours away and you will eat my brain if I let you stay up just eat something and go to sleep besides you've already had 4 cups of coffee and it's literally only 2PM." you hear carlee groan as you talk "You're not my mom you know" she says throwing draggers at you "Oh sure like I literally don't make you breakfast every morning" you roll your eyes at her "Oh shutup" carlee throws her head back as you get out of the car and shout lightly "I'll bring you something to eat just wait here okay" with that you head off inside after 19 minutes you come back inside the car with a paper bag in your hand, you drop it in carlee's lap "here eat please all you've had all day is potato chips and coffee" you say with obvious concern, carlee smiles at you "god you're so sweet it's sickening sometimes I love you" carlee says rummaging through the bag as you start driving again "yeah sure" you say laughing after eating your snacks and lots of laugh and talks carlee falls asleep as you peacefully drive, the car ride after that didn't feel that long you reached her hometown at 6:37 you wake her up so she can guide you to her house after a 10 minute drive you pull up at a beautiful house, calling it a house would be an understatement it was more of a villa even though it wasn't even that big it was just built so beautifully. You knew carlee was rich even though she never showed off or bragged about it, it was obvious, she was the kind of person who's help you could recieve gladly without feeling small because she never made you feel small you were always an equal to her "your house is gorgeous" you say breathing out "yeah? My mom got an eye for architecture she made the blueprint herself" carlee says clearly proud of her mom, you say with shock getting out of the car after parking it in a respectful setting "your mom? That's impressive" you say looking at the house in awe "wait till you see the inside girl cuz I was flabbergasted too." carlee says chuckling as you walk up to the front door

Carlee rings the bell and you hear footsteps approaching the door, you had to hold your breath so you couldn't scream as you see Wanda walk out her face beaming with happiness as she saw carlee and hug her. She was perfect actually. Angelic even you could she was an angel herself. Before you could process it she hugs you and you melt in her arms "you must be y/n carlee has been speaking about you non stop" you can carlee became friends after your family disowned you she saw you crying outside of your class one day and approached you, ever since then she have been your ride or die. "yeah uh I I am nice to meet you miss maximoff" you say softly and nervously fidgeting with your shirt, you were sure you were sweating right now and hoped to god carlee and Wanda don't notice.

"well come in darlings I've been waiting for you I thought y'all were coming yesterday" Wanda says rushing you both into the house, you were in awe when you saw the inside it just felt like home it was so beautiful and gorgeous it was like walking into a warm embrace "yeah mom we had some work to-" you cut carlee off and look at Wanda "your house is beautiful miss maximoff" "Oh please it's Wanda no need for formalities and thankyou I'm glad you like it" she says, her arm around Carrey as she looks at you softly smiling "mom I'm really really really tired do you mind if we rest a bit?" carlee says looking up at Wanda, carlee was short even shorter than you, Wanda was probably a feet taller than carlee and atleast 6 inches from you. "sure sweetheart go on your room is all ready I made the bed first thing when I woke up and y/n your room is beside carlee's I set up the guest room as carlee told me you'd like but it's okay if you wanna sleep in carlee's room too" she says patting your shoulder, you could've sworn she looked you up and down and checked you out but you just shrugged it off as you being tired "you didn't have to miss maxi- Wanda but thankyou so much" you say looking up and softly smiling "I'll unload the bags from the car just give me the keys you both go and rest" she says already taking the keys from your hand "wait I can help" you say walking behind "no worries you just go and rest okay?" she pushed you towards the already sleepy carlee and go outside, you grab carlee's hand and ask her to lead you to the room "Oh come on you're so ridiculous you slept for 4 hours already" you say laughing at her as she acts sleepwalking "so what sleeping is fun" she says lazily "just show me my room and I'll get off your ass ho" you say to her as she guides you to the room "thankyou" you say rushing to the room and dropping on the bed you let out a huge breath you didn't know you were holding. God Wanda is beautiful you thought to yourself how can someone be this pretty? Is it wrong to find your bestfriend's mom this gorgeous and attractive but you couldn't help yourself she's just so perfect, you slept thinking of her.

After 2 hours there's a knock on your door, you stir awake "yeah?" you say in a sleepy voice "hey sweetheart it's Wanda can I come in?" you were wide awake now. "yeah come in" you quickly fix yourself and sit up in the bed "hey I just woke carlee up, fresh up dinner is ready carlee is downstairs just freshen up and come down okay?" she says in that angelic voice of hers, god you could listen to her for hours- no, y/n don't do that don't think about it that's wrong but she looks so sexy right now in just simple jeans and button up shirt "yeah I'll be down in 5 minutes Wanda" you say quickly covering up your nervous state you rush to the bathroom.

After 5 minutes you come downstairs and see Wanda and carlee on the dinner table waiting for you, how will you survive 3 months if you can't even walk straight infront of her?.

To be continued

[hydrobunny]

i remember it all too well

tags: angst, post breakup, flashbacks, journalist reader, angst angst angst, it's all too well come on now

a/n: happy belated birthday sae itoshi

your world pauses the day sae itoshi is spotted with a new girlfriend.

the photos are blurry, paparazzi shots taken from at least one building over. it doesn't matter. you would know the curve of his arm around a waist in a thousand different lives.

you have to admit she fits him. even as your hands shake, you can't deny that they look happy- something the two of you weren’t so good at.

it doesn’t stop you from harboring too-many amounts of memories all the same.

you met him before he had joined the world of the superstars, but after he had already been something greater. (you think that if you had met him before everything, you two would’ve fared better.)

by the time you two had locked eyes, he was already changed. something inside of him had shifted, turning away from everyday life and facing immortal legacies instead. you had falsely believed you held a place in it.

you should’ve known better, right from the very first words he spoke to you.

“you’re not supposed to be here.”

you pause, looking up from your phone to face the voice.

cold eyes glare down at you, beautiful in color. the boy - because he can only be around your age, barely leaving the teenage years at most - they belong to is just as annoyingly beautiful. you think you should recognize him.

“excuse me?” you ask, offense rising. “i know where i’m supposed to be.”

his eyes only narrow. “is this another shitty tactic? i said i was done with interviews.”

“good for you, dude.” you roll your eyes, pushing past his shoulder. “why anyone would ever want to interview you, i have no idea.”

as you leave, you can feel his gaze on your back.

you blink, shaking yourself out of whatever that was. it's not good to linger on the past. (your therapist had told you that.)

still, she has also told you that one couldn't grow without recognizing what exactly they had to grow from.

perhaps that's why you find yourself rummaging in your bedside drawer for a deeply buried box, the ends of your fingers numb.

when you open it, you’re met with nothing but a handful of flimsy keepsakes. from fraying bracelets to notes to polaroids. all of them are snapshots of a relationship no longer yours, artifacts of what used to be your heart.

in each flashback, sae itoshi lingers.

the next time you met him, you had learned that he was supposedly a household name. (never in your household, though.)

the great hope of japan’s future -despite what he himself had to say about the country.

you’re a little embarrassed by what happened. still, you refuse to take all the blame.

“sae itoshi,” you blurt out. “you’re here.”

those stunning eyes flicker to you, and he actually pauses. recognition actually stops him.

“you’re the one who was lost,” he says, mildly. “not pretending to not know me this time?

you flush. “in my defense, i didn’t know you. i don't do the sports section.”

he raises an eyebrow. “then why am i still seeing you?”

before you can respond, your boss comes rushing through the hallway, sweat beading on his brow.

“itoshi-san!” he blusters, barely sparing you a glance. “we’re so glad you’re here! is the intern bothering you? your interview is in the next room over, so if you just want to follow me- we're so grateful you decided to give us your exclusive.”

something twitches on sae’s face. “intern?”

offense rears its head in your chest. “what-”

“i’ve changed my mind,” sae interrupts mildly. he turns to you, taking hold of one of the many pens lying on your desk.

ask you and your boss watch in bewilderment, he leans down and scrawls something on your notepad.

“she’ll get the exclusive,” he says, straightening back up. “when she isn't an intern anymore.”

and he turns and walks out of the building, leaving nothing but a string of numbers on a sticky note.

the same sticky note rips between your fingers. once you start, you can't stop yourself, until all you're left with is a pile of bright yellow scraps.

you move onto the next item. a wiry black wristband; one half of a forever missing set.

you had been dating sae itoshi for exactly one month. all of your friends still thought it was as some long-standing elaborate joke. at certain times, you couldn't believe it yourself either.

despite it all, despite every little memory you can pore over for hours at a time, you can’t pinpoint the exact moment when things changed.

it’s a strange truth, one you’ve struggled to come to terms with- but it's a truth. if someone were to ask you when your relationship with sae soured, you wouldn't be able to say.

perhaps it wasn't a singular moment. maybe it was a long time in the making, like how a banana slowly browns- until one day, it’s rotted.

either way, one form of heartbreak or another, the truth was this:

you and sae itoshi had ended.

[lara4eclipze]

“teach me”

sypnosis; you weren't exactly dumb but we're lazy yet when she started teaching you your grades went up—what did she do to make that happen

cw; age gap! y/n is 19 Lara is 23 , mean , teasing , smut , face sitting , dirty talk ,spoiled and rich y/n, inspired by this

original idea;@ivemiese / thankss

ALSOO happy birthday my love Lara!! , I'm so happy she's turning 19!! , gosh heres a birthday fic for the rajberries!

to say you were failing was an understatement your grades were plunging down the toilet yet you didn't do anything to change it

your parents were rich anyways you'll get the company by 5 more years , there's no point in studying

well your parents cared about your grades , tutor after tutor yet nothing worked , either you were mean to them or they quit out of pity for you

"mom I told you already these tutors are just not helping" you pout to your mom knowing she'll always fall for it

"well I still got you one — my friend Mitra recommended her to me" your mom sighs

you grunt in frustration, running up to your room muttering some profanity under your breath

—ʚɞ

school was as boring as everyday , you hated this place I mean you went to a very expensive university yet you can't seem to find people you would like to interact with

"disgusting" you scoff as an student accidentally bumps into you

after school was as worse, well atleast now you can rot in bed or go in a shopping spree

"darling your tutor came early today , shes in you room" your mother says to you before going out the door

your mom associates herself with other housewives of rich men , you told her countless times she'll just get influenced by those big head women but she never listened

you enter your room after you change into some oversized tee and short shorts

"hi there" the girl waves at you , oh. my. god. she was hot , gorgeous , smart based on how she's supposed to tutor you and god she looked so fine

"hi..y/n's the name" you said sitting next to her , shamefully (or not so) you check her out , her waist was beautiful her finger were long you wonder how it will feel inside of you

"Lara — raj , anyways I'll tutor you math and science for about 4 hours today" she said , she noticed how you didn't respond so she tsks

well that's until she realizes what you were doing...

"hey didn't your mother teach you checking out people is extremely perverted... especially when they're older than you?" she said her voice lowering

"what? I didn't — pfft what?" you try to play it off but judged by the smirk on her face you knew it wouldn't work

—✧˖*°࿐

after the day she quizzed you on the topic to make sure you understood it

"2/10? are you serious?" she questions

"what?" you ask as if it's normal

"you answered me flawlessly earlier" she reasons

"well maybe I need motivation" you snap back

her gears were turning but an idea struck her

"alright then"

obviously the time was done so she had to go, what a great start you thought, Great thing your tutor now was not boring

admittedly she is hot , a hot nerd you thought to yourself

—✧˖*°࿐

you try to find her social media online and see that she was older than you

"23?, not bad" you sigh

she posted loads of pictures, videos she looked well off why is she wasting her time tutoring spoiled rich kids then?

—✧˖*°࿐

the next day you didn't go to school since you were just lazy, plus what were you gonna do there anyways?

sit down and learn where and when Picasso farted?

although excitingly your pretty tutor was still coming today , you decided to go the extra mile and get ready for her wearing some of your skimpiest outfits

"you look great honey" your mom pipes up as she leaves the house

now we wait , you slouch in your room waiting for her , until..

"hey" she enters your room escorted by your maid

"oh hi.." you said back , deciding to pull your top down a bit

her eyes trailed down , you smirk at her reaction, ahh the hard work paid off i guess

"can we do math first" you plead to her giving her your best weapon ,doe eyes

she reluctantly agreed , chuckling at your actions

god she looked amazing with her glasses , her pierced nose, you can't even focus on what she's teaching you

"do you get it?" she asks

"yes" you replied

"okay then let's quiz you..— you know since yesterday I saw how you looked at me , so let's play a game"

"for every score over 5 you get a special prize , if you get anything lower well it sucks to be you cause you won't get anything" the older says , your eyes lit up at the mentions of prize

"alright then" you said

—✧˖*°࿐

"9/10?.. pretty good" she purrs , god her voice was like heroin so addicting but so bad for you

"tell me when you don't feel comfortable okay?" she asks , fuck being confused you needed her in you NOW

"mhm" you hum out , your heart thumping in synch with her movements her hands in your inner thighs her other one flipping up your skirt

soaked , wet , whatever it was you just needed her so bad

she ties up her hair , some strands falling to frame her face , her breathing gets heavy , the view was amazing, shes quite literally face to face with your cunt ,

"fucking slut" she tsks as she pulls away your undergarments a string of your nectar connecting it to your cunt

"'m not" you were but it felt humiliating , in a good way cause as much as you hate to admit it her degrading you with that voice is just perfect

a beat passes by and her tongue , it felt perfect, gosh her tongue passed by your tight entrance every now and then

"fuck please!" you whine , you felt like you were gonna orgasm just by this yet you needed more

"greedy girl" she says in a condescending tone , mocking the way you whined for her

finally she enters your slick entrance , her tongue reaching places you never thought of

your head lolled back as you moan her name like a mantra , your hands entangled in her hair as you push her head

"right nghm there!" you moan as she hits a particularly gummy spot in you

she chuckles , the vibration sending shockwaves through you , your eyes seeing stars your mouth open drooling due to the fact you can't go a second without moaning or even whining for her

"you close? — your greedy cunny is sucking me in" the older says as she redoubled her efforts her nose bumping your clit every now and then

"shit please! let me cum!" yes it was pathetic, but it felt oh so right ,

"hold it in for me princess" she replied

"please"

"do it or you won't get to finish at all" she threatens , her voice lowering

tears start to fall on your face due to the pleasure, sniffling while moaning, that's new

—✧˖*°࿐

"oh darling are you guys done already?" Lara bumps into your mom as she was going out the door

"yes ma'am , glad to see her improve" the red head replied

"I'm so thankful for you , I haven't seen y/n get along with any of her tutor before" the older woman excitedly said

"must be special then" Lara teased

—✧˖*°࿐

"6/10? what happened honey?" The older asks looking at your paper

your frown at her , what are you gonna get now :((

"don't worry lets make a compromise" she stands up locking your door slowly she removes her top

her abs were on display begging you to ride them , her boobs were perfect to be gagged on

next down was her skirt , along with her socks , shit her thighs were beautiful you itched to touch her

as your hands tried to make its way to her waist she slaps it

"ouch" you pout at her

"study next time , stupid girls don't get to have the privilege of getting fucked mkay?" she pouts back , teasing you as you practically were about to cry

"i hate you" you mumble

"we both know you don't" she replied, wearing her clothing

—✧˖*°࿐

"surprisingly miss her grades had been better , see it was D last semester now it's a B" your professor explains to your mother

you couldn't help but grin , I mean is this who she calls lazy?

maybe you were lazy but never ever were you dumb

"okay spill it what do you want for that grade" your mother says whilst in the car

"oh come on do you think of me so lowly mom?" you rhetorically ask

"but since you insist , can you schedule more of my tutoring with Lara?" you said trying to fight off smiling at the thought

"oh—i expected worse" your mother chuckles

"is that a yes?"

"obviously!" your mother replied happily

—✧˖*°࿐

"stupid slut" she whispers as her fingers hit all the right spots her lips on your neck

getting a score of 8 meant that she'll finger you, a win is a win yet it intrigued you what will you get for 10

"head filled with me fuckin her she can't even respond" she harshly said as she pinches your clit , and then going deeper

"please mo-mommy!" you didn't even realized it slipped out of your mouth till it did

"my whore" she spits as she fingers throb in pain , not a minute passed and you were gushing around them , she chuckles as her fingers dripped in your cum

"suck" she said as she forces her fingers in your mouth , she maintained eye contact as you gag around her digits

"perfect" she said afterwards, she carries you to bed making sure you were alright

"I'm okay" you reassure her

—✧˖*°࿐

school wasn't any better today , but good enough you got to recite here and there

going home was another story , everything was loud due to the party your dad hosted for his business partners or what ever they were

"god!" you scoff , as you open the door you were pulled in by Lara who giggles

"heard you had a good day?" she teases

"now your stalking me? , how interesting miss raj " you hum back

"Oh please " she laughs

she settles your bag in the chair near your desk , sitting down

"ready for your quiz" she asks smirking , she knew what she was doing and it's driving you crazy

"yes I studied hard for this one" you replied

"ooh you might just get what you deserve..." she trails off , you spot her grinning as you take the quiz

—✧˖*°࿐

you don't know if it was a miracle or just a dream but you were buried in between Laras thighs right now having the meal you much deserve after a long ass day

her low moans and wet noises make you go crazy

"fuck baby , go faster" she moans

you chuckle going even faster , like an animal who was starved for weeks , her cunt was perfect sweet and savory soft and so inviting it sucked you in practically

maybe hours passed and you were still down there , she was overstimulated but who cares fuck everything

"baby too much-"

"but" you give her the doe eyes and here she goes losing again

"fine" she said breathlessly as she lays back accepting your tongue again , your face dripped with her cum which was too perfect for her to see

—✧˖*°࿐

"Mom! Lara's staying for the night!" you scream

"fine" your mother replied

"eek she said yes! , now which one first" you said laying out a plethora of straps

"are you joking?" she asks

"no , now which one this one's cute pink and white"

[reiderwriter]

Hey lovely! Hope you’re doing good! I was listening to bad idea right? By Olivia Rodrigo and thought it would be a good idea for a Spencer fic, was thinking something something with a little angst, smut and possibly a fluffy ending! ♥️

Ps love your writing 🖤

A/N: Most relatable song released this year, if we're being totally honest with ourselves, right 💀 I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: (Munch Spencer Truthers, I'm throwing yourself another bone here), Oral (f receiving), fingering, masturbation (male), slight hand job at the end, penetrative sex, cum play, etc. Minors DNI 18+

Your fling with Spencer Reid from the BAU ended abruptly when he fell off the face of the earth.

You weren't sure how someone who had described himself as technophobic had managed to perfect the art of ghosting someone, but boy had he, and you were still a little bit angry about it.

Even angrier when you saw him plastered over the local news out on a case, explaining to the people how fake tips to the FBI hindered cases more than helped them.

You were angry because he looked so good. His hair was shorter, displaying his all too pretty features prominently, and pissing you off to no end as you still felt your heart beat out of your chest until he'd disappeared into a crime scene again.

You brushed it off and berated yourself until the text came.

It wasn't much, just a quick hello, but you waited for a few minutes anyway to see if he'd say anything else.

When he didn't, you grew frustrated and text him a response.

“Who is this?”

It was petty, but four months of radio silence deserved less, in all honesty.

You weren't expecting the phone to vibrate out of your hand as you waited for a response, but it lit up with his call and you scrambled to wait enough time to pick it up.

“Hello.”

“Hi. It's Spencer. Spencer Reid. Doctor Spencer Reid, from the Behavioural Analysis Unit, this is Y/N right?”

“Yes, Spencer, it's me. My number didn't change after four months.”

“Okay, that was deserved.”

“Why are you calling Spencer?”

“Because I'm a burnt out child prodigy who didn't cure schizophrenia by age 25 and my friends missed my birthday. And because I really wanted to see you.”

The line went quiet as you contemplated what the hell you would say to that.

“It would be stupid to ask if you remembered my address, right?”

“Y/N, I remember what you taste like, and I'll never forget it.”

“Good. I'm locking the door in half an hour.” You didn't give him time to respond before exiting the call and running to your bathroom.

Maybe it wasn't the best idea entertaining a fling from months ago on a whim at 7pm on a Wednesday evening, but you had nothing else to be doing with your time.

It wasn't illegal for people to reconnect, and you were not going to mention this to any close or mutual friends of yours, so one conversation (or whatever this was) probably wouldn't have any consequences anyway.

Caution blown to the wind, you replaced your work clothes with a comfortable dress, fixed your hair and poured a glass of wine and waited.

As if on queue, 27 minutes later, Spencer was at your door. Or more accurately in your house.

Your threat to lock the doors had obviously spurred him on, and you heard the door handle twist as he stepped into the space.

“Spencer. How lovely, to what do I owe the honor?”

The adrenaline of making sure the door was unlocked had obviously worn off for him, as you saw him shift awkwardly in the doorway of your living room, sat comfortably on your couch, your skirt just riding high enough to distract.

“I was thinking. Well, I suppose the correct term would be overthinking. Emily had to snap me out of it, because I was kicking myself and doubting myself and worrying so much that we almost lost the unsub…”

“What I’m trying to say is I’ve regretted not doing too many things to think coming to beg you to kiss me again is a bad idea. It’s not a bad idea, right?”

“That depends, Spencer.” You replied, setting your glass of wine down and standing up. You took a wobbly step towards him, eager to blame your hesitancy on the wine rather than the things his gaze, his words and his simple presence was doing to your body.

“On if you only want a kiss.” Your hand gingerly slipped up his chest until it was hooked into his hair, exploring the shorter locks as he grabbed you by the waist.

“Or if you aren't satisfied with just that.”

“I can't seem to come up with an answer. Perhaps you should kiss me and it'll jog my memory.”

You finally cracked a smile, and saw his face instantly bloom into ot as well.

“Nu-uh Spencer. I think you have to take that chance this time.”

He hesitated only a second before his hands were cradling your face, tipping your chin up to him as he bent to kiss you. You immediately responded, letting your hands grab fistfuls of his shirt as you pulled each other closer.

It sent you off balance, but you let yourself follow the motion of you tipping backwards, letting him catch you as you began moving in the direction of your bed.

“Not a bad idea,” he mumbled between deep kisses, letting loose a stray moan when your hands trailed down to his belt and below. “Definitely not a bad idea.”

Somehow in the clash of lips and hands, you managed to make it back to your bed, his hands already managing to find themselves under your dress as his lips diverted your attention.

“Four months, Spencer.” You growled the words into his mouth as your tongues battled for dominance. “Four months without this. I thought I'd go insane.”

You felt him smile as he lifted you, and grinned too as you wrapped your legs around him just as he began climbing onto the bed, softly lowering you down until he was on top of you.

His tongue travelled down your neck, making his way back up towards your ear.

“I did go a bit insane, you know?”

His hands flipped up your skirt as he ground his dick against your crotch, pushing it up further until the bottoms of your breasts were peaking out of the scraps of material as well.

“Let me make it up to you?” It was phrased like a question he didn't care about the answer to, as he pushed off of you and completely rid your body of the material that was hindering it completely.

“That's better.” You swore you heard a sigh of contentment as he held your thighs apart and lowered his head, one kiss at a time, to your neglected pussy.

He hooked a ginger under your panties, and pushed them off to the side, but he'd never been the most patient, and he'd already spread your legs. He'd just work around the impediment, you knew.

And he did, starting with a casual flick of the tongue as he looked up at you from his place at your cunt, smiling at you as he began to feast.

You'd never thought of yourself as a pillow princess before Spencer, enjoying giving love as much as receiving but he gave you the perfect royal treatment, and enjoying it so much it was impossible to deny.

After getting so spoiled, it was a wonder that you even knew how to adapt to life without him, nothing compared to the care and attention he showed you in bed.

Your thoughts blended together as he pressed a finger into you, already sneaked with his spit and your wetness, collected from between his lips and your soaked cunt. His pace was steady, repetitive, and driving you fucking insane.

Never a demanding lover, before you would have simply let him enjoy his time between your legs, enjoying just how much he enjoyed it himself as he lapped up all of your juices.

But four months clean from your addiction to Spencer Reid and you were snapping.

Your hands gripped at his hair, pressing his face further into your cunt than he'd been before, enjoying the muffled moans and the sound of his tongue generously lapping up all you had to offer.

You started humping his mouth, holding his head still as you used him as a tool to get yourself off, finally cumming on his mouth with a shudder and an unfiltered moan.

It would've been embarrassing if it wa anyone else, just how loud you'd been for your ex-boyfriend.

“You taste the same.” He said, wiping the remainders of your cum from his lips as he stroked himself, having loosed his cock from his pants sometime between you moaning like a wanton whore and using his face as a sex toy.

A single glance at him over you pleasuring himself was enough to get you ready for round two.

He had sat up on his knees, head and torso tilted slightly back to give you a better view of his cock being pumped hard and fast.

“Spencer Reid, don't you dare make yourself cum.” You thought the words were joking, light even but even you were shocked by the sheer lust dripping from your throat.

Wrapping your legs around him again, you pulled yourself up into his lap, holding yourself still as you quickly unfastened each of his shirt buttons, pushing it away and chucking it so far that he wouldn't be able to use it to cover up anything else.

It took you a minute more to properly situate yourself, but soon you were sinking down onto his cock and allowing the stretch to rule your mind and movements for a minute.

You gently started riding him, letting each gasp and moan reach your ears and spur you on, not holding back on your side either, telling him just how good it felt to have him in you raw once again.

Your stamina wasn't great though especially after having had one powerful orgasm already, and your movements soon became sloppy.

He kissed you softly on the lips, and you let go of the tension in your body as he pushed you onto your back, made sure you were comfortable, and started beating his cock into you with such a force that you were sure the bed was going to break.

It was this intensity that you craved, this complete change from his insistence on putting you first so to speak, and then using you as a human sexton when it suited him, allowing his cock to push you to your limits and beyond.

It wasn't like you could protest anyway, mouth hanging limply open in a scream of pleasure as sparks shot up your spine.

Entertaining Spencer Reid was never a bad idea. You decided then and there that if he left you again for whatever reason, you'd hunt him to the ends of the earth and beg for another chance at this feeling of pleasure.

You came again, of course, not sure if it was his cock or his exploring hands that was tethering you to the moment as you died a little death.

His own orgasm wasn't far behind your own, but he'd always been a bit messy. You weren't surprised when he gave a small panicked moan, pulling out at the last second as his cum spurted out. You helped him ride it out, wrapping a hand around him to stroke him until his dick was drained, the contents sprayed across your chest and breasts, a single drop even making it to the side of your mouth, but that was quickly lapped up.

His aftercare was almost as good as his foreplay, as he took pains to wash you diligently, even as all you wished to do was sleep well into the night directly after feeling his hot cum pour onto you.

He'd gathered a wash cloth, fresh set of pyjamas and an extra blanket to cocoon you both in before you could even lift a finger, and climbed into bed before you could even think of asking if he was staying the night.

With the satisfaction of multiple orgasms finally catching you, you fell asleep in his arms, a grin plastered on your lips, his hands possessively surrounding you.

Needless to say, when you woke in the morning, he was still there.

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Fake marriage

Warning: Smut, unprotected Sex, rough sex, teasing, bdsm, nipple play, hair pulling, spanking....

This is our glorious blue eyed king's birthday special story ..... sorry for being late 😭🎀💖

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

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Gojo's POV

I was casually sitting on my bed and going through my phone when I got a call. From my mom? What does she wants talk about? I picked up the call. "Hmm?" I said. "Gojo...how are you doing, my son?" She asked. "Fine" I replied. "Well what about-" before she could complete the sentence I spoke "can you please tell me why you called me?" I asked.

"okay....so we're thinking about your marriage" she said. "Mom, seriously? Again?" I said with frustration. "Gojo shut up! You need to get married now! It's your age to get married!" She said. "I'm not getting married" I replied. "Yes you are.... we've seen some girls for you... you're going on dates with them and chose one of them" she said.

Why the fuck is she looking for girls!? I thought. Fuck I have to think about something. "I can't go on those stupid dates" I said. "And why not?" She asked. Fuck what should I say now? "Because...." Fuck fuck fuck.... think quickly think think think!!! "Because I-I'm.... I'm engaged!" I said. Then I realised... wait what did I said?

"what? Why didn't you tell me?" She asked. "Oh...hah...hehe...ummm it was a secret!" I replied. "Fine I'm cancelling all those dates then.... and you should come here tomorrow with her.... I can't wait to see my daughter in law. Your father will be so happy" she said. "Wait what?! Tomorrow?????? Why????!!!!" I almost screamed.

"I don't want to hear anything from you Gojo! You are coming here tomorrow that's it!" She said and ended the call. "Wait wait wait..... hello??????" Shit...... what am I supposed to do now? I lied to her. How the fuck am I supposed to show her my wife when I don't have a fucking wife! Goshhhhh I fell on the bed and screamed.

The door opened and I looked at the door. It was Shoko, haibara and Suguru. "Ahhhhhhhhh Suguruuuuuuuuuuuuuu" I whined. "What happened?" Suguru asked. "Yeah yeah why the fuck are you looking more ugly? You're already so ugly don't be more ugly" Shoko said. "Wym???? I'm the most handsome person in the world" I said looking at her.

"Satoru? Are you gonna fight with her or are you going to tell us why you were screaming?" Suguru asked. "Yes yes senpai.... I almost choked on my water when I heard your scream" haibara said. Then I told them everything. "Shit.... you're in a fucking trouble" all of them said.

Y/n's POV

I was looking for Geto and couldn't find him. Nanami told me that he was in Gojo's room. I entered the room. "Hey Geto, I was looking-... WOAH why are y'all so serious here?" I asked. "Nothing.... just Gojo is in trouble" Shoko said. "Why what happened? Serious problem?" I asked and went in front of them. "Yeah" Gojo and Geto replied together.

"what happened exactly?" I asked. Geto told me everything and Gojo was sitting with a sad face. "Ohhhhh....why did you say that anyways?" I asked. "I don't want to get married or go on stupid dates.... and that's the only thing that came to my mind" Gojo said. "Mmmm that's a serious situation actually " I said and they all nodded.

"actually you can hire someone with money and go with her. Like a fake marriage you know" I said. "Actually a good idea " haibara said. "Yes but where can I find someone this quick? And she has to be pretty according to my mom or else she won't except" Gojo said. Everyone nodded and looked down.

I also nodded and looked down. When I looked up again they all were staring at me with wide eyes. "Uhhh.... why.... exactly are y'all staring at me?" I asked curiously. They all smiled. I understood. "NO NO NO... I'M NOT DOING IT!" I declared. "Please!!!!!!!!!" Gojo said. "Nooooo.... I'm not doing it.... I can't!" I replied.

"whyyyyyyyyyyyy??????" Gojo asked. "Because your family is a higher ranked family of jujutsu society.... and I'm NOT gonna take this risk! Ask Shoko." I said. "I'd rather die!" Shoko said. "Ask Mei Mei " I said. "She's out on a Mission" Gojo said. "Ask Utahime" I said. "I said I want pretty" Gojo said. "You're lucky Satoru, she's not here" Geto said.

"I'm not pretty either!" I said. "Yes you are ~" Gojo said seductively with a smirk on his face. A blush came on my face. Why the fuck does he always flirts! "You two will look good tho" Geto said. I took a breath. "How much money?" I asked looking in the other direction. "$10000" Gojo replied. Still that smirk on his face. "$10000 and all the shoping I need for tomorrow" I said. "Yayyyyyyyyyy" Gojo screamed and jumped from the bed.

The next day

I was ready. wearing the dress Gojo bought me. It was a red velvet bodycon dress. With a soft pink furry scarf of the hand from the back. I did my makeup and hair. I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. Was I even looking good? Is Gojo gonna like it? Wait wait why I'm even thinking that? Why do I even care?!

I was talking to myself when the doorbell rang. "Y/n???" Gojo's voice came from other side of the door. "Coming!" I said and went to the door. Then opened it. I don't even know why I'm even feeling so nervous. Gojo just stood there and stared at me. Was I looking that bad? "Ummm.... let's go" I said then he stopped starting. "O-oh.... yeah...hm let's go" he said.

I locked my door and went with him. "You're looking..... gorgeous" he said. Almost whispered. "Thanks....." I replied and tried to hide my blush. "You're looking handsome" I said. "Hehehee thank you... I am" he replied. I looked at him like 😑. "Don't need to walk" he said and teleported us in his car.

Before he starts the looked at me. "Oh I almost forgot.... this" he said and pulled out something from your pocket. It was a ring. "What is this?" I asked. "Forgot? I told my mom that we're engaged" he replied. "Ohhh.... yeah. This is so pretty by the way" I said and wore the ring. "It's diamond" he replied casually.

"WHATTTTTTTTTTT???????" I screamed. "My Gosh why are you screaming?????" He asked. "Tf do you mean why am I screaming? You bought a fucking diamond ring?! Why? You should have just bought a fake ring!!!" I replied. And he just sighed and rolled his eyes?! Then started driving. This guy gotta be kidding me!

After sometime we reached his house. That huge pentha house is his? I know he's rich. But that rich???? He took my hand. "Let's go" he said. "Yeah... okay" I said. "Don't feel nervous I'll be there with you" he said. I nodded. Then we both went inside. And his mom was there. I bowed to her. "Nice to meet you, aun- mom" I said.

"nice to meet you too! Gosh you're so pretty. Gojo has a great choice" she said and hugged me. I hugged her back. Gojo told me with signs to call him Satoru. "Satoru's a nice guy" I said. "No... he's very bad mannered guy. If he ever treats you bad just beat him as much as you want, you have my permission" she said and we both laughed.

The dinner went well. His father also talked with me I handle as much as I can. After the dinner Gojo's mom took me and Gojo to show which one is Gojo's well for now our bedroom. "Y/n, this is your room too from now. And you should come more often" she said. "Yes sure" I replied.

"so you two planning on something?" She asked. I was confused then I replied "oh yeah.... we're planning on starting a family! Right, Satoru?" I said and looked at him. But I don't know why he looks so pale suddenly. Why is he looking like as if he just survived a thunder crash? "Oh really? .... like from now?" Gojo's mom asked so happily.

Aww she looks so happy I should say yes. I thought. "Yes" I said. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" Gojo whispered. I was so confused why he was acting like that, we're lying here of course. His expression looks like he's telling me why did I said that. "Gojo go. You know the rules you'll come sometime later" his mom said. "Mom, we ca-" before he complete the sentence his mom spoke "I said go!" She said and Gojo listened.

He went away from there. I really don't understand why was he acting like that? This will make his mom believe more that we're engaged, right? And oh god it didn't took me much time to process why he was acting like that. There I was in his fucking bedroom wearing a LINGERIE?????

So basically in the Gojo clan they have a rule that if a couple in their family decides to start a family the wife has to wear all seductive clothes before the husband comes in the bedroom! Why the hell Gojo didn't tell this to me???? I was alone in the room wearing a fucking blue see-through lingerie and there will be Gojo in any moment!

Fuck fuck fuck why did I even said that!!!! I cursed myself. With a sudden thud Gojo entered. Someone threw him inside. He was now changed in night clothes. "You don't have to be always so rude with me, mom!" He screamed and the door closed. "Anyways" he said and turned around. I tried to hide my body but was that even possible? Was there any difference between being naked and wearing this lingerie?!

Gojo's POV

I turned around and froze. Fuck. I knew this was coming. I looked away. Fuck fuck fuck don't think about it don't think about it! "Why does your family have stupid rules?!" Y/n asked. "I don't know.....my whole family is fucking stupid" I replied and threw myself on the bed. My face pressed on the mattress. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked.

"how was I supposed to know you were going to say that?" I replied. "Still you should have told me by any telepathy or something!" she argued. "How the fuck am I supposed to telepathy?! I'm not a fucking God!" I replied and sat up. "Aren't you THE STRONGEST?! you have so many powers!" She said mockingly. I grabbed her hand and pulled her under me on the mattress.

"oh really??? You wanna know what kind of power I do have and why am I the strongest?!" I asked looking at her. Her body was pressed against mine. She was shocked. I know she can feel my boner but who cares now? "You're a stup-" before she could complete the sentence I kissed her. And she kissed back? Fuck who cares now... I deepen the kiss.

Y/n's POV

I don't know what happened but I kissed him back. If he did it first who am I to control my feelings. He was kissing me as if his life depends on it. After a long moment he let go of the kiss. I was breathing so heavily. He sucked the breath out of me. A string of saliva connecting our tongues.

He looked down at me. "Why the fuck is this lace is between us!" He said with grinded teeth and grabbed my bra and tore it off. He crashed his lips on mine."f-fuck w-wait" I moaned. But does the strongest look like he'll stop? I grabbed his shirt and unbuttoned his shirt. He took it off and threw it on the floor.

My chest and neck were full of hickeys. He looked at my boobs full of lust in his eyes. His eyes shined in the light of the room. He didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensation. My toes curled up, my eyes rolled back. How much he's good with tongue.

Then he tore off my pantie. "This shouldn't be here either" he said. Then He looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit and whispered " so wet. You naughty little slut, getting wet for me huh? For your HUSBAND?" He said and I blushed so hard at his words. He smirked and licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pants.

His dick sprang out. It was too big and too thick. "Look... this is what you have done to me..." he said while stroking his dick. Why is he so huge? The veins on it were turning me on more.

He lined himself with my pussy. He looked at me for permission. I nodded. "Oh?" He said with a smirk. Why is He making me embarrassed!!!! He slowly pushed himself in. I grabbed on his shoulder taking deep breath. He give me some time to adjust it. Then he slowly started thrusting in and out. He started increasing the speed. I was a moaning mess. He was so huge. His dick was touching my deepest parts. His speed became faster and harder. I dig my nails on his back. My pussy clenched around him tightly.

He flipped me. Now I was lying on my stomach. He reached for my ass and spanked me harshly. He pushed his whole length inside me again. I moaned out loudly. In this position he was going much more deeper. "Oh you like that? You know what...moan more loudly so all the maids can hear you" he whispered in my ear and started thrusting at an animalistic speed. I screamed loudly. The room was full with skin slapping sound and moans.

He trusted in and out roughly. I was moaning his name repeatedly. After a few minutes I came. My walls clenched around him tightly. " G-god... You're so tight... F-Fuck.... I'd die for this pussy" He moaned and with that he came inside me.

He pulled out and laid beside me. "Fuck.... I'm sorry... gonna buy you pills tomorrow" he said. I nodded. "I'm sorry too....you should.... Use the reverse curse technique for those hickeys and scratches" I said. He smirked. "Do you think I'm gonna do that after being after being able to fuck my crush?... I'm gonna show-off these to Suguru tomorrow" he said with a smirk and winked at me.

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Under the Influence

Sae Itoshi x Reader

Warning: drinking, make out session, suggestive, sa, grinding

A/N: Oh sevens, have mercy on me. Do not tell my brothers.

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Dear Diary,

Something I learned while living with my grandparents, after my parents divorced, was to always reject overbearing gifts three times before accepting. That's gives the human brain enough time to really consider their options - their choices. At least with my grandparents. It's always stuck with me even until now.

Now, I can hold my liquor quite well. Better than most people some people might say.. At least I hold it better than Sae Itoshi.

Not long ago, Sae is officially eighteen years old. Now we're here celebrating his birthday ina club against his wishes. His team dragged him here to celebrate, so he dragged me with him. Sae is a more respectful man, he doesn't drink, and doesn't even glance at drugs. He studies, practices soccer, and goes to the gym. "A model student," some would call him. Bringing him here was just another excuse for them to drink.. Plus it's a twenty percent discount. It's a pretty good deal!

Perhaps I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it, dolled myself a bit more than usual. Every girl deserves and should feel pretty. Just a tough up here and there. It's my best friend's birthday too! A part of me hopes he'd call me pretty too. He hasn't said it, but... Oh forget it.

"Lil' mama, over here!"

It goes to show, I was attracting the wrong men, sadly. I just walked in and was immediately approached by a group of middle aged men. "I'm here with my friends, sir," I said. He grabbed my waist and let be too the bar. "Oh, I'm sure they'd understand," he waved off. I looked back at the table where Sae and his teammates were waiting for me. They didn't see me yet, but I hoped they'd catch wind and save me. I'm definitely in the wrong shoes for this.

"I'll have a whiskey," he ordered. He looked at me and nodded to the bartender, "Go ahead, doll." You looked over the menu and chose a pricey little drink while giving the bartender a look. He nodded and stared shaking up your drink. "You know how to pick 'em," the man next to you said, "I'm a more old fashioned man myself."

Oh diary, I was so scared. When our drinks came, I took a sip of mine and sighed in relief when I realized the bartender mixed more juice than alcohol, little to none - just enough to calm me down. "What brings you here?" The bartender asked. One by one the men around me answered his question, but by the look on his face, he wanted my answer the most. "My best friend turns eighteen today," I said, "Him and his team are over there waiting for me." They recognized their country's junior soccer team from the counter. "Oh, so go for men in high places?" Another man next to me pondered. He touched my knee and I jolted slightly. I was afraid. "No need to be so eager, sweetheart," he chuckled. I gave a silent plea for the man behind the counter, whom nodded his head, and disappeared from my sight. What was he doing?

"I own one of the more infitely successful companies in Spain," he told me, "I could shower you in diamonds. Jewels that you stare at while window shopping." His slid up to my thigh slowly, stopping at the helm of my dress. The man on my other side played with the stap of my dress. "Would you be my little sugar baby, doll?" What the hell am I supposed to do?! Somebody! I looked around the club and not one person looked sober enough to help me. Anyone! I looked towards Sae's table, my table, and everyone at that table looked completely out of it.

Get me out of here!

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to stop touching my lady."

Huh?

Stopping my search for any help, Sae and Jordan stood a few steps from me. Jordan, the only other Real Madrid junior player that I could call "my friend." "You her boy toy, shrimp?" Jordan scrunched up his nose, but Saw didn't even flinch. "Yeah, so hand her over," he said nonchalantly, "I don't like you holding her up." Oh. My. God! With the way Jordan was trying not to snicker, I knew my face was red.

It wasn't long before one of the men threw a punch at Jordan. Now a browl broke out between Real Madrid and the middle aged men that flocked around me. "You want another drink, ma'am?" The bartender asked me. I looked at him and scanned over the menu before ordering a drink of my choice. "On the house, sweetie," he told me. "Thank you." I sipped in my drink slowly while the brawl was happening. Sooner or later, the staff would have to break up the fight, but for now.. I'll just watch.

When the fight died down, those men were kicked out and the team stayed for more drinks. This is how I found out that Saw is a lightweight. Best Mid Fielder in the world and he can't hold his alcohol? I'm a little buzzed too, but.. Since when did he become so.. Clingy?

The party died down and I, the designated driver, took everyone home with the van we rented out for road trip games. Oh, if coach ever found out what we were using it for... He'd wonder why we didn't bring him! Oh, but if Sae is a lightweight then coach is the complete opposite of that. The tab would've been doubled.

Pulling up to the school, me and Sae switched cars so that I found drop him off then head straight home. One thing is for sure, I'm never letting Sae drink again. "You can put the seat back, Sae," I said. He complied, but now he was staring at me. "Can you hold my hand?" He asked me. I glanced at him then focused back on the road. Wordlessly, I gently held his hand and relaxed feeling his warm hands - slightly warmer because of the alcohol.

One hand on the wheel, I parallel parked my car in front of his drive way. Turning off my engine, I said, "Okay, we're here." I looked to my little passenger prince and into those dangerously teal eyes. Was he watching me this whole time? "Hard not to," he said, "Your pretty when you concentrate on something. Did I ever tell you that?" Did I say that out loud? Shit. He fixed up his chair to sit up right. Never once did he look away from me though.

He let go of my hand and used it to trace my jaw instead. I shivered under his feather like touch. Eye contact is a dangerous thing with Sae: It's like he was Jafar and could hypnotize me into submission - not too far off actually. Still... He's never looked at me this way before.

Looking at him more closely, I'm reminded that my best friend is drunk and has no idea what he's doing. I cleared my throat and gently pushed his hand down. "You're drunk, Sae," I told him. As much as this hurts, rejecting his touch, I couldn't let him do this to himself - to me.

I open my car door and get out as fast as I could. Once I close the door, I take deep breaths to calm myself down. "What the hell was that?" I whispered. This wouldn't be good for my conscience. Whatever it was - whatever I was feeling - whatever he was feeling.. "I'm blaming it on the booze," I muttered.

I took the keys and unlocked his house door, only now realizing that the birthday boy isn't with me. I'm reminded that my passenger prince can't open his door on the inside and came back. I looked through the window to see him nodding off slightly and giggled. I opened up the door and peeked my head in. "Sorry about that," I said, "C'mon, I'll help you to bed."

I reached out my hand and yelped when I was suddenly pulling into the car. Landing face first into his chest, the door was pulled shut, and the recliner pushed back. I gasped and scrambled to get up. "Where you going?" Saw asked. There was something different about his tone. I froze and looked down at him. His legs were open as far apart as the car would let him. "Come here," he beckoned, patting his lap expectingly. I gulped, but complied.

"Sae, bestie, you're drunk," I told him. He nodded and nuzzled his head into my neck. I'm sure he can feel my pulse, the shiver I felt when I felt his breath on my neck, the goosebumps I felt when his arms trapped me to him. "I know," he assured.

One

"It's me, Sae," I told him, "It's me, Y/n, your best friend." His breath became shakey and he kissed the pulse on my neck. "I know, Y/n," he answered back.

Two

"You're gonna regret this in the morning," I warned him. He shook his head and trailed kisses up my neck, to my cheek and kissed the tip of my nose. "I won't," he said. My breath shook, before I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Three

I let it escape me like broken dam that's been slowly coming down after so long. I finally kiss him. I could taste the Hennessey on his tongue, just as sure he could taste the Rum off of mine. His lips were soft, everything I imagined. "Fuck, Y/n," he groaned. Oh, shit.

My last bit of restraint left me and mounted his lap like I would a horse. I kissed him with ever bit of desire I held for him. I opened my eyes, but his were closed. I sighed in disappointment. I would've loved to look into his eyes right now too. Closing them again, I instead focused on the hands that started to roam my body. I returned the favor.

Reluctantly, I broke the kiss to come up for air. I would've loved to drown in him longer, but I didn't want to overwhelm him. No, not when I finally get to kiss him after all this time. I precked his lips, then his cheek, his jaw, all the way down to his collar bone. His breath was heavy, and I reveled in ever second. Searching his neck for that one spot, once he let out a moan, I attacked it desperately. "Make that sound again," I whispered. He called for me among his curses. Oh, fuck I'm a goner.

When his hands made their way to my ass, I knew it was over for me. Giving a squeeze, my breath shallowed and I suppressed a moan. Noticing this, he did it again until he was playing with it as if it was play doh. My dress hiked up a bit, but I could care less. Especially when the tormentor of my dreams is right under me.

What other sounds could he make? His lustful gaze filled me with determination. I fully sat down on his growing buldge and circled my hips slightly. His breath hitched, a loud moan came from him, eyes blown wide. "There's those pretty eyes," I muttered. I grinded down on him, my hand cupping his face as if he was fine China. "So handsome," I whispered. Perhaps he heard me the first time, because now be fought to keep his eyes open. Never once looking away from me. Oh if only he knew what he did to me. Or maybe he did?

One hand on my ass and the other on my hip, he helped guide my hips on him, grinding up to meet me half way too. A shakey moan leaves my lips before I could stop it. Hes kissing me again, only this time, he's looking me in the eyes while doing so. A man could offer me millions of diamonds, but all I'd care about are the ones watching me right now. Looking at me with a hunger I'd only ever fantasize about. Such precious jewels and right now they were all mine. "All yours," he whispered to me. "Oh my god." I said that out loud too!? "All fucking yours," he said again, planting kisses on my neck. There would most likely be marks in the morning, what a hassle. "Always been," he whispered in my ear, grinding us closer together. I moaned at the sensation.

Maybe the Vodka hit me harder than I thought. Because now I'm most likely soaked down there. Sae would never say that to any girl who showed interest. I've seen it may times before: The love struck fan confesses her love, but Sae doesn't even spare them a glance. Now I'm imagining he'd declare himself all for myself? But I wish that was so. So I'll believe he ment to say that for now.

"F-fuck, right there," I whimpered. My hips feverishly grinding down where his buldge hit the spot just right. Over and over and over again. "S-Sae," I whimpered. He finally left my neck alone, helping me reach my high, kissing my lips like he would in my dreams. "C'mon, babe," he told me, "私のために兼. (Watashi no tame ni ken.)" Oh, f-u-uck. That's it.

Riding out the high of the moment, Sae let out a loud groan. Looking down at his lap, I gasped when I saw the mess we made. I saw the creamy white slowly trying to escape from his pants. I let out a shakey moan and tried to get off him. He held me in place, though.

"Thank you," he whispered into my hair, "I love you." My heart skipped a beat. "I love you," I said without thinking. It was only when his arms tightened around me did I realize what I had done. "Oh no," I thought out loud, "Oh no no no no no." I got up, rolled the window down, reached my hand out and opened the door from the outside. Was he fucking serious.

Getting out of the car, I fixed my dress and helped Sae out of the car. He looked confused and I wouldn't blame him: I was too. Locking my car, I helped into his house and to his room.

I took off his shoes and changed him out of his dirty sweaty clothes. He'll thank me later. Since it's his first time drinking, he'll know the horrors of waking up and smelling like shit, but at least he'll be in fresh clothes and not in the ones that already probably smell like shit and would get worse the longer he waits til the morning. My breath hitched when I saw his cum soaked underwear. It didn't help that Sae looked like he was studying my reactions.

Once he closed his eyes I finally let myself sober up and pace his room. "Why the fuck did you do that!? Bad, Y/n. Don't you know how much he trusts you?" I quietly scolded myself, "I'm such a bitch. I couldn't even keep my hands to myself! Taking advantage of your crush when he's drunk is the dumbest and shitiest thing I could've ever done." I ran my fingers through my hair and looked down at Sae, who was sleeping peacefully in his bed.

"Look at you," I whispered, "Sleeping peacefully while I'm left to ponder what the fuck I'm supposed to do now." I looked at the blanket over him and fixed it better so that he could feel more comfortable. I looked at the AC and turned it down a bit, making it colder, so that I would be less sweaty in the morning. "Why must you torture me so much? Don't you know how much I love you, soccer genius?" I laughed slightly, "Pfft- "I love you" my ass... Wish you were sober though." I sighed softly. Took his shoes and left the room.

He'd forget it all in the morning.

I'm never letting him drink again. It's bad for my heart.

Oh my.. What have I done? Anyways, that's progress.. Maybe. Now this is getting interesting.

What do you think will happen?

-Levi

[wordingg]

Colours

Dead Boy Ween Day 1!

Summary: Crystal, Edwin, and Charles attend a party and then promptly shut the whole thing down.

It started like this: a middle aged woman stopped Crystal in the street as she exited an ice cream shop.

"Crystal?" she asked, looking surprised. She was well dressed with funky glasses, flowy green dress, and salt and pepper hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun that looked too coiffed to actually be careless. "Not Crystal Palace Surname Von Hoverkraft?" she asked, her face struggling toward pleasant but not quite getting there.

"Actually, I just go by Crystal Palace now," Crystal responded hesitantly, shooting a look at Edwin and Charles over the woman's shoulder. She wasn't used to being recognized on the street, but she supposed she was back in London and in a nicer neighborhood. It wasn't out of the question that people from her old life might recognize her.

"Oh, of course," the woman said with a crinkle to her brow. "I suppose your full name is a bit of a mouthful," she laughed.

Crystal didn't laugh with her. She glanced at Edwin and Charles again. Edwin was looking exasperated and impatient, while Charles looked curious but patient. She gave Edwin a small shrug. What was she supposed to do, just shrug the woman off and keep walking?

The woman glanced over her shoulder to where Crystal was looking and the crease between her brows grew deeper.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were talking to someone earlier?" the woman asked. Her smile was fixed on her face in a way that Crystal didn't like and her hand was still on her elbow.

"Uh, no?" Crystal said uncertainly. A second after her eyes darted to Charles and Edwin she realized her mistake. But, it was too late. The woman's eyebrows raised and she too glanced back to the boys, but obviously didn't see them.

Edwin rolled his eyes so hard his whole head rolled with them and started to walk away. Charles snickered and hopped after him, heading toward the subway.

"Sorry, I've really got to go," Crystal said, trying to delicately step around the woman, but her hand clenched down hard on Crystal's jacket.

"Do you recall your fifth birthday?" the woman asked frantically. Her eyes were wide, the whites showing all the way around her dishwater gray eyes. "Do you remember you told me you saw my husband?"

Her heart pounding in her chest, Crystal shook the woman off and took two quick steps back. "Sorry," she gasped, "Sorry I've got to go."

Crystal hustled away as the woman called after her "Nice seeing you, Crystal! Tell your mom I said hi!"

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Or, maybe it started like this: a text from Crystal's mother saying she was invited to go to a party with her.

"Can you believe it?" Crystal smiled, looking down at her phone screen. "It's just so out of the blue!"

Charles' pointy chin hooked over Crystal's shoulder as he read the text message chain along with her. Crystal had read and reread the messages so many times, but she couldn't get enough. Her mom! Wanted to hang out! With her!

"She's not really inviting you here, though," Charles said uncertainly, frowning down at the phone screen. "She says here you have to go."

Crystal yanked the phone screen away from Charles with a thunderous frown. "She can be a little abrupt, but that's just my mom. It doesn't mean anything," Crystal said.

Charles frowned harder and opened his mouth to say something else, but Edwin cut him off.

"Of course," he said curtly. "You would know her best, Crystal. We trust your judgment," he said with a pointed look at Charles. "It's wonderful that you are reconnecting with your mother."

Charles frown lessened, but didn't disappear completely. "Yeah," he said slowly. "We're happy for you, Crystal."

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No, how it really started was this: Crystal in the back of a cab sitting between Edwin and Charles on their way to an event at a haunted manor north of London.

"I still don't understand why we have to tag along," Edwin sniffed from Crystal's right. The cab that was driving the three of them trundled slowly down narrow country lanes, making all three of them sway side to side together. Crystal had airpods pressed into her ears and her phone out in her hand to at least attempt to make it look like she wasn't talking to herself in the back of the cab.

"Because, I'm nervous, okay?" Crystal snapped. That was the third time Edwin had complained about tagging along since they got into the car well over an hour ago. "My mom never asks me to come along to any of her stuff, but she asked me to come to this," Crystal continued miserably, her anger disappearing in a puff as soon as she let it out. "What if I mess up and she never asks me again?"

The phantom sensation of an arm settling over her shoulders gave her a little bit of comfort. "Hey, that's not going to happen, all right?"

Crystal could feel Charles giving Edwin a look over her head, but it still felt good to hear him agree with Charles. "Of course. You're a lovely young woman and your mother will be happy to spend time with you."

Unfortunately, Edwin was not a very good liar, especially for those who knew him well. She appreciated him trying, though. It wasn't like it was outside the realm of possibility that this could be the beginning of a renewed relationship with her mother. But, she suspected that she and Edwin shared a certain kind of pessimism that made even entertaining the thought feel frivolous.

Crystal looked up into Edwin's face, which was carefully folded into a kind and encouraging expression. The kindness was real, she could tell from the way his eyebrows tilted up and his eyes crinkled a little at the corners. But, the smile was fake. She could tell he wanted to frown in concern. Not that she could blame him. She did too.

The manor, when they reached it, was a huge stately building that was in need of some repair. But, it was still impressive, despite the cracks in the stone and the sagging of the doorways. The garden huge and lush, the drive curving around an old dry fountain with a praying angel in the center, wings spread wide, with huge red painted double doors set at the top of three curving marble steps. It was like something out of a regency romance novel.

Except that the circular drive was packed with posh high end cars parked every which way in the grass and on the gravel drive, so that the cab had to drop her off a ways off or risk getting trapped in the chaos. Crystal immediately regretted wearing sleek black stilettos as she struggled to toddle her way across the gravel on the balls of her feet. Holding onto Charles' and Edwin's hands helped, but once they got closer to the entrance and the slow moving knot of people moving inside she had to make her way on her own or risk embarrassing her mother in front of all her friends.

Inside, the manor was much more richly decorated. It was the height of summer, but it seemed like whoever designed the event had something Halloween adjacent in mind. There was glittering black velvet drapes everywhere along with sparkling purple spiders hanging from gossamer webs, waiters walking through the crowds were carrying trays with shots bubbling with dry ice and atmospheric music piped through the dark wooden halls. It sort of clashed with the warm air and orange summer sunlight cascading through the tall windows, but whoever had set it up obviously was making a big effort to stick to a theme.

Crystal looked around the foyer for her mother, scanning heads and faces with the help of the little bit of height her ridiculous shoes gave her. She could feel Charles and Edwin hovering at each of her shoulders, which certainly helped her to straighten her back and focus. She could do this.

Her mom had left directly from the gallery. She was busy, obviously. She was always busy. But, she would definitely be at the party and Crystal was at the party now too and that was all she needed.

She started to weave through the party goers, her eyes on the lookout for her mom's distinctive hairstyle, her tall willowy body shape, her intelligent (and judgmental) eyes that Crystal knew as well as her own face. It didn't take long to find her.

In what was probably a ballroom in the manor's heyday, her mom was trapped talking to a woman who looked vaguely familiar. The tense smile and crinkled brow were a combination Crystal remembered from a lot of stiff adult parties she was dragged to as a little kid. Obviously her mom needed a rescue and Crystal was ecstatic to provide it.

"Mom!" she exclaimed, stepping up to the two older women with a wide smile. She didn't even have to fake the smile, she was so happy to have found her mother in the press of strangers. She felt more than saw Edwin and Charles hang back a little, but they didn't go far. When she glanced over, both Edwin and Charles were bent over Charles' hands, looking at them like they were the most fascinating thing in the world. The urge to hiss at them to knock it off was strong, but Crystal swallowed it down at the last moment.

"Crystal! So glad you made it!" her mom enthused, a little stiff but sounding sincere enough. She pulled Crystal in and kissed the air by each of her cheeks while Crystal did the same. If she noticed Crystal glance at the empty space behind and to her right she didn't mention it.

As she pulled away, her mom turned to the other woman she had been talking to. "You remember Kat Runnover? She's been so excited to see you," her mom enthused.

As Crystal turned to her, she suddenly remembered where she had seen her before. The woman who had accosted her outside the ice cream shop stood before her, now dressed in a tasteful black cocktail dress, martini glass in hand, her eyes wide and wet and shining as she pressed the pads of her fingers to her mouth.

"Oh, Crystal! It's so good to see you again! I'm so glad you could make it," Kat warbled before pulling a frozen Crystal into a hug. Her perfume was strong, but didn't quite mask the scent of her hairspray. Crystal hesitantly patted the other woman on the back.

"Now that you're here, we can finally start the party! Just a moment I have something I have to set up. Be right back," she sang, waving with the fingers still clutching the stem of her glass before dodging through the crowd toward the back of the room.

The second the woman was gone, Crystal turned back to her mother. Gone was the warm socialite smile. Instead her mother looked tired and cranky, her eyes roving over Crystal's dress and heels and hair, her mouth twisting into a moue of distaste.

"It certainly took you long enough to get here. Did you walk all the way from London?" he mother snarked, snatching a cocktail from a wandering waiter and almost downing the whole thing in one swallow.

"There was a lot of traffic," Crystal said awkwardly. She tried to pull down the hem of her skirt, but there wasn't a lot of give to the fabric. She felt incredibly self-conscious under her mother's gaze and already resented that she had made her feel that way. "Kat, huh?"

Her mother scoffed. "Poor Kat. She's never been the same since Stephen died. This is another one of her awful death day celebrations. They just get more unhinged every year." Crystal's mother stopped and gave her another assessing look. "She asked for you specifically, but wouldn't say why. Did you do something?"

"Just stumbled into her outside an ice cream shop. I didn't recognize her, but she recognized me," Crystal said with a shrug.

Her mother sighed heavily and knocked back the last swallow of her cocktail. "I guess it would be hard for her to forget you. After that whole fiasco back then."

Crystal frowned and forced herself not to fidget. She saw the flash of Charles' red polo in the corner of her eye moving closer, but forced herself not to react. Even if it wasn't warm and fuzzy, this was more words than she'd heard from her mother in the last month combined.

"What fiasco?" Crystal asked.

Her mother raised an incredulous eyebrow. "You really don't remember? At your fifth birthday party, you insisted that you could see her husband right behind her. Sent the poor woman into hysterics," she said with a curl of her lip.

Crystal winced. She did vaguely remember that, now that her mother brought it up. It had often been cited as the reason why her parents didn't celebrate her birthday, even if it had long ago become clear to her that holding the actions of a five year old against her was more than a little unfair. She hadn't realized the woman from the memories was Kat, though.

"I haven't seen any other ghosts here. At least the poor man has moved on," Edwin's voice came from just behind Crystal's left shoulder.

"Wow, even as a toddler Crystal was psychic," Charles chuckled from her right side.

Crystal wasn't sure what her face was doing, but was extremely thankful when someone tapped on a microphone, effectively distracting her mother from frowning at her face.

Kat had stood up on a low table and addressed the crowd, thanking them all for coming. Crystal tried to push her emotions down and watch dutifully, but it was hard when the boys were still talking in her ear.

"We do have a bit of a situation, Crystal," Edwin said stiffly, stepping up to her side so that she could see him clearly out of the corner of her eye. He was rubbing his hands together in an unusual gesture for him.

"Not sure who set it up, but this room must be enchanted," Charles contributed. "Seems like we're corporeal, while we're here," he explained, snapping his fingers and startling a few people who unfairly shot Crystal a dirty look. She shrugged apologetically and then shot Charles a dirty look once they had turned back around.

Kat had moved on to talking about death and her love for her husband, but Crystal was barely listening by that point.

Covering her mouth with her hand, she whispered, "What do you mean you're corporeal? Can people see you?"

"Not as such," Edwin sniffed. "But, they can feel us, we take up space, and we have weight, so long as we are under the effects of the spell."

"Why would someone put an enchantment like that on this room?" Crystal hissed.

"Crystal, hush!" her mother said from the corner of her mouth.

"Maybe someone set it up and then forgot about it?" Charles suggested.

"Or perhaps our host is about to do something ill advised..." Edwin said slowly, frowning at the front of the room where Kat was still talking, but much more emotionally now.

"I believe that the dead walk among us right now!" Kat was shouting into the microphone, mascara running down her cheeks with her tears. "I believe that with the right tools, with the right help from the right people," she smiled wetly right at Crystal, "we can finally see what's been right beside us all along."

"Oh, god," Crystal's mother groaned.

A second later, there was a mechanical thunk, and then hundreds of little fabric balls were hurtling down from the ceiling onto the crowd of people below. As they landed softly on hair and shoulders and backs, they exploded into clouds of bright primary colors, puffs of vibrant shades covering all the tastefully neutral colors of the crowd.

People started shouting right away, complaining about their designer clothing and their hundred dollar hair styles, literally shouting their fists at Kat who still stood on the table, her eyes desperately scanning the crowd.

And then people were screaming in a very different way.

"Oh, bugger," Charles grumbled, looking down at himself.

People started falling over themselves to get away from Charles and Edwin. Both of them were absolutely covered in paint, the colors clinging to them in a way that looked normal to Crystal but probably looked like something out of the Invisible Man to everyone else in the room.

Crystal was nearly bowled over at least three times as people rushed to get away from Charles and Edwin who stood placidly in the center of the room. Crystal fought against the pull of the crowd until she was able to break through and back into the empty space around them. When she turned back toward the doors, it was to see only the backs of dozens of people as they shoved at each other to escape. She couldn't see her mother anywhere.

"Really, this is quite childish," Edwin sighed, trying to brush a splash of bright red paint off of his sleeve and only succeeding in smearing the color around more.

Kat was screaming from somewhere in the house. Crystal thought she might have seen some muscular guys in off the rack suits tackle her out of the room once everyone started stampeding, but she wasn't sure. Everything had happened so fast once the screaming started.

Looking out the tall windows, she could see scores of people sprinting for the mess of cars in the circular driveway. The people who were already in their cars were laying on their horns and bumping into each other in their haste to escape.

"I don't know, mate. I think you look good in red," Charles said. Crystal turned just in time to see him wink at Edwin. Edwin scoffed in return, but looked pleased nonetheless.

"Well," Crystal said. She threw her arms out in an exaggerated shrug and then lets them slap back to her sides. "So much for mother daughter bonding."

"There will be other chances," Charles said, his expressive eyebrows folding in sympathy.

"I'm quite sorry, Crystal. Perhaps we should not have come along, after all," Edwin said quietly, his eyes looking old and tired in a way that was familiar, but that Crystal hated to see.

Crystal huffed a breath out her nose. She tried to imagine coming to the party by herself, riding in the cab by herself, talking to her mother without backup, inevitably going home to an empty flat all by herself. Maybe if Charles and Edwin hadn't come along she could have spent an interminable evening being stiff and unhappy beside her mother at the party, but somehow the prospect didn't seem more appealing than being covered in paint in an empty Manor with her two favorite dead boys.

"Nah," Crystal said with a lopsided smile. She leaned over and picked up one of the little fabric balls off the floor. It felt like a hacky sack in her hand, but was powdery with pale blue paint. "And miss you covered in paint? No way."

With a hard throw, Crystal nailed Edwin right in the chest with the ball and it exploded all over him in a pale blue cloud.

"Crystal!" he shouted, scandalized.

Charles was cackling, already loading his arms with a dozen discarded paint balls. "Yes, Crystal! That's my girl!" he laughed, whipping a bright yellow ball at her head and covering her in paint while she squealed.

And, maybe this is how this story ends: with three teenagers in various stages of life and death laughing in an empty house. With their laugher and playing spilling out of the house and onto the lawn until the paint balls finally run out of paint and they lay panting in the grass, covered in all the colors of the rainbow. And maybe the boys can drop their corporeal aspect and let the paint fall off them like a slowly dissolving paint palette while the girl has to find a shallow stream to wash the worst of it off. And maybe later they go back to the boys' office and sit in a circle on the floor and play board games until the sun comes up and the girl is snoring on their small worn love seat.

And, maybe it's a happy ending after all is said and done.

[reticent-writer]

can I request a Uzui tsuguko reader seeing Uzui like a love/hate brotherly figure? And how Uzui would deal with the 25 years age limit after they take their place as a hashira and awake a mark??

sorry my english sucks 🤡

Sorry posts are taking so long a family member is very sick. I was so close to crying while writing this.

Demon slayer masterlist

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"Hey, your forms wrong... again. " Tengen commented as he sat on the engawa eating sweet potatoes that Rengoku brought over for you.

key words: For You.

"Show me then instead of being an asshole and watching. Your supposed to be teaching me aren't you?" You sassed back, dropping your sword to take a break. Looking over to him you take notice of what he's eating.

"HEY THOSE ARE MINE." You took off in a sprint to get to him.

Tengen ran into the house with you hot on his tail.

Makio stopped the both of you and scolded you like children and when she was done she made you both face the wall and sitting in the corner.

This happened often before tengen retired and you took his place.

The first mission you went on you encountered and lower moon and gained your mark. (let's say muzan didn't kill them after Rui died)

Tengen was devastated, he practically forced you to retire

So we're Hina, Suma and Makio

You were 20

They made sure your last 5 years were the best of your life

When you turned 24 Suma cried a lot, Makio fussed less and Hina... Was Hina

Tengen talked to you for as long as he could everyday

The wanted you to know that you were loved up until you final moments

The day on your 25th birthday you woke up to the 4 of them surrounding you, each with smiles on their faces.

"Happy birthday" they said in unison.

'Ok not creepy at all' you thought to yourself as you try and sit up but your body felt heavier than usual. Must be the effects of the mark.

Makio and Suma are closest to you and held you up.

"Thank you. So what's on today's agenda?"

"Nothing much seems like your not up to it anyway." Tengen could hear the way your bones ached as you moved.

The day moved by quickly, too quickly for Tengens liking.

You ate, you laughed, you cried and now it was time to go to sleep.

Walking to your room you knew you were walking to your death bed. It felt weird but with the Uzui family behind you it felt comforting.

They tuck you in to bed and just as you were about to say goodnight Suma jumped on you.

"I-i don't want you to go to sleep Y/n. Stay awake please." She pleaded into your chest.

Makio was second. She couldn't even say anything, she was crying to hard.

Hina and Tengen tried to stand firm but broke at the sight of you crying and hugging them as well.

They couldn't bare to say goodbye that night and instead got their futons to sleep in the same room.

Tengen heard your heart stop.

Alt End

The say if your 25th birthday Tengen noticed you weren't up for breakfast and went to check on you.

*knock knock*

"Y/n.... You up?" He opened the door to see you peacefully sleeping on your side with 4 notes in your hand close to your face, each dressed to the members of the house.

Tengen slowly walked to your bedside and placed a hand on your head. You were cold.

"Y/n" Tengen called in disbelief. "I thought we had 1 more day" He said barely above a whisper.

He stood there until his wife's called for him.

It's a bad a for rain.

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[weasleyreidstyles]

Serendipity

chapter ten

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): drugging, poisoning, hospital talk and general angst!

series masterlist; previous part; next part

The moment you and Ginny burst through the doors of the Hospital Wing, the feeling of dread crashed over you like a tidal wave. Ron was laying motionlessly on a lone bed at the far end of the ward; if you couldn't visibly see the rise and fall of his chest, you would have presumed him to be a dead man. Ginny's breathing was uneven as you made you way to the vistors' seats that surrounded him.

"Mum and Dad are with Professor Dumbledore. They should be back soon though." she mumbles as she sits in the seat beside George, who doesn't hesitate to wrap a comforting arm around his sister's shoulder. You give the twins a sympathetic smile as you sit in the seat adjacent to Fred, who barely acknowledges you, intent on scowling at a stray loose thread on Ron's duvet. Harry and Hermione are sat on the other side of the bed, Harry has his head in his hands and Hermione has a tight grip on Ron's stiff fingers.

"So all in all, not one of Ron's best birthdays." Fred heaves a sigh. The older twin is ashen-faced and unnaturally quiet as he directs his stare to his brother's sullen face.

"Yeah. Not how I imagined we'd gift him his present." George replied in tandem. Indeed, on the bedside table was a decently sized box, neatly wrapped in the twins' signature colours: purple and orange.

"When we planned for him to receive it, he was not supposed to be comatose." Fred said lowly. "We were waiting for him in Hogsmeade when Dad sent us a patronus."

"Why were you in Hogsmeade? You could've just sent it to him." Ginny asked her older brother who gave her a smile.

"We were in negotiations to buy out Zonko's." he replied, a proud look overtaking his face, before it is snuffed out by his following words. "But Mr Zonko said that he hardly gets customers anymore. Normally the months following January are busy for him. It would be bad business for us to go ahead with the deal."

"That would be because Professor Dumbledore has limited our Hogsmeade trips." you confirm. "It's like we're trapped on the grounds."

"They want us to be safe." Hermione speaks up for the first time, voice heavy with emotion. "To stop what happened to Katie, happening to anyone else."

"How did this even happen?" you murmur to Harry, who jolts up to look at you. "Last I checked, a Love Potion antidote isn't made with the intent to poison someone."

"What are you going on about?" Fred asks, finally turning to see you, a frown painting his face.

"He ate some chocolates that were laced in a Love Potion." Harry explained and Hermione's face widened in horrified realisation. "I went to Meadow to see what to do and then took him to see Slughorn who gave him the antidote. He offered the drink because he said Ron would be dehydrated. He started seizing as soon as he swallowed it."

"Fucking hell." George muttered with wide hazel eyes. "What was it?"

"Wine." Harry said. "Slughorn said it was meant to be a gift, for Professor Dumbledore."

"How did you stabilise him enough to get him here?" you ask him and Harry answers immediately.

"I found a bezour and shoved it down his throat. He woke up for a a few minutes before he passed out and then McGonagall showed up with Madame Pomfrey. She said he'd only have to stay here for a week, taking daily doses of Essence of Rue."

"Merlin." Fred mumbled. "How'd you think of a bezour?"

"I guess that book came in handy." you say to Harry with a grim smile as Hermione glares at the side of his head. He only nods in confirmation.

"I saw it in one of Slughorn's storage draws. Lucky it was there otherwise I don't know what I would've done."

"Do you think he did it on purpose? Put poison in the bottle, I mean." Ginny asked, quietly, her face partially buried in George's cashmere jumper.

"I don't think so." you say. "Slughorn and Dumbledore have been friends for years, right Harry?" he nods at you and Fred heaves a sigh.

"But what if it was meant for you, Harry?" Ginny says into the quiet atmosphere. Everyone turns to her with incredulous looks.

"What?" she defends herself shrilly. "He's been coined the Chosen One. Maybe the poison wasn't meant for Ron, but for Harry."

That notion is dismissed almost entirely. No one, not even Ginny, thought Slughorn was competent enough to pull something like that off.

The five of you sit in silence, waiting for Mr and Mrs Weasley to return. Each of you watching Ron as he breathed steadily in his dreamless sleep. As you rested your head on Fred's shoulder, you couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that knawed away at your gut.

~∞~

You had never known a rage like this.

As soon as Ron's parents came and left, along with the twins, you were storming through the double oak doors without a second thought, ignoring your friends' confused and incredulous looks. Only Ginny seemed to understand what you were doing and you resolutely ignored her knowing look of alarmed concern.

Somehow in your gut, you know that they're responsible for this. And as much as you care about granting them safety, the fact that their schemes have led to Ron being bed bound in the Hospital Wing had tipped you over the metaphorical edge.

Your mind and all its accompanying thoughts were locked up; fortified behind walls of pure steel as you faced the door to the Slytherin common room and you wasted no time in pounding your knuckles loudly against the hollow stone. The door was opened by an aggrivated looking fourth year, but you paid them no mind as you made your way into the far corner of the room, where Pansy was sat with Enzo and Blaise.

She sat up in surprise as you stood in front of them. "Meadow! How'd you manage to sneak in here?" she asked with a laugh, which died away instantly at the sight of your enraged expression.

"What's up, Meadow?" Lorenzo spoke up with lighthearted curiosity. Blaise was only looking at you with cautious eyes.

"Where the hell are they?" you hissed as the trio stared at you in bewilderment. "And don't lie to me because I will find them either way."

"Who?" Lorenzo asked cluelessly. "What's wrong?"

"'What's wrong?'" you scoff, turning to face him with such feral intensity that Lorenzo actually flinched. "My best friend is comatose right now in what's wrong, Berkshire!"

Blaise rose to his feet as you sneered. His face stone cold and ready to defend his friends as you glared at them. But his berating never came. He looked behind you instead, eyes wide with sudden recognition.

"Calm down, tesoro." the deep voice of your dearest friend spoke up from behind you. Beside him stood Mattheo and Draco, like some imposing threat as they all stared you down.

You were a Raven in a den of vipers.

You felt like a caged animal, and they were the zookeepers.

"I won't 'calm down', Nott. Not until my best friend is awake and okay." His face twitched in surprise. You hadn't uttered his last name with such distaste in years. He tried to reply to you but you held up a hand that caused him to freeze. "No. Now you want to speak? After weeks of nothing?!"

"That's enough, love." Mattheo spoke up with a firm voice, and despite the withering look you cast his way, he approaches you with little caution, tutting lightly when you slap his approaching hands away from you. "What happened?"

"I don't know what your master has you all doing," you jeer at them, revelling in the way they all flinch at your decidedly venomous wording. "I pushed away the idea that it was you when Katie was cursed because you were all there, or at least accounted for. But you've gone too far. You poisoned Ron. He could have died."

No one said anything as your voice broke with the pain of the admission, but you saw the way Theo avoided your gaze and you watched Draco's already pallid skin pale even further. You saw the guilt clouding Enzo's eyes and the understanding flow through Blaise's. Watched as Pansy sucked in a harsh inhale of breath.

Mattheo's face was impassive, but you could read him like an open book. His eyes held a soft, apologetic expression, despite the hard frown decorating his face.

"What do you mean, Weasley's been poisoned?" Pansy murmured in horror. And you whirled around to your friend with anger cresting in your features.

"Oh as if you didn't know?" you snapped and she looked at you with pure confusion, which you adamantly ignored. "They," you pointed behind to where the boys were stood stock still, "have sent the closest person to a brother that I have, to the Hospital Wing, Pansy. You're telling me you were unaware of their plans?"

"That's enough." Mattheo's voice was like a deadly storm. You may have become somewhat important to him, but he would always remain loyal to his friends; would always defend their honour. He ignored the way you clawed at him to release you as he gripped your arm and began to drag you towards the stairs to the boys' dormitories. His face was one of solid stone; expressionless and lacking emotion.

But you could feel his anger like a twin flame to your own.

"Let go of me." you snapped, but his grip was unrelenting. He didn't release his grip on you until you were confined to his abnormally large dorm room.

Calm down, love. Like hell would you calm down. You were practically seething as you paced across the floor of the vast bedroom.

Akin to the Ravenclaw rooms, the Slytherin dorm held a particular regality to it. Dark wood features and curtains of deep emeralds made of the finest silk created an air of elegance, paired with rich and soft carpets that felt like walking on a cloud, that heated your body from the feet up, covered the entire floor. The room was warm and surprisingly inviting, only lit up by the firelight of candles and conjured balls of magic which reflected on the murky depths of the Black Lake through thickly paned windows. It was a room fit for a royal.

Which Mattheo was, in one way or another; the Slytherin Prince.

"I don't appreciate you bursting in here and throwing about accusations like that." he said, his voice quiet and low. He wasn't looking at you, instead facilely trailing his fingers across the books and stray pieces of parchment paper that littered his desk as you came to a rigid standstill in the middle of the room. It was awkward like this for some time until he looked up at you and motioned towards his bed. "Sit."

"I'd rather not." you say with narrowed eyes.

"Suit yourself then." he says as he leans against the table, arms crossed as he looked at you with an assessing gaze. If you weren't so angry, you'd be salivating over the way his t-shirt hugged his giant muscles.

Mattheo watched as your eyes flicked about his room, your figure cloaked in an uncomfortable tension, lip trembling with an awaiting sob that you were doing well to hold back; had been doing well to hold back since you first errupted at the group. "Is he okay?"

You whipped to face him head on at that question and the look in his eyes told you that he really did care, but you weren't in a rational state of mind. Slowly, you stalked towards him, the anger radiating off of you like you were trailing waves of fire. He stayed in his position, arms folded with nonchalance.

"Considering you poisoned him, I'm surprised you care." you say with emotionless eyes, but despite your walls being on their strongest guard, Mattheo saw right through you. Cautiously, he trailed his hands down the length of your arms. Slowly caressing. Giving you the chance to pull away. When you didn't, by some miracle, he grasped a hand in each of his, marvelling silently at the blatent size difference. Obviously now was not the time for him to be thinking such thoughts.

"I promise you, I did not poison your friend." he said, his voice adamant and self assured but his breath trembled, as if he was trying his hardest to hold onto the truth.

"I don't believe you." you rasp, voice heavy with the urge to let out your broken emotions.

"What will it take for you to trust me?" he says, his voice coated in something akin to desperation. "Let me make it right, please sweetheart."

"You can't." you whisper, throat tightening with the onslaught of emotion that you finally let escape.

Mattheo fights the urge to wipe away the wet tears that are streaming down your face.

"He hasn't woken up. He won't wake up for a week at most. Just tell me it wasn't you, tell me I'm so, so wrong about it. That this is all one big misunderstanding."

"I wish I could do that." he mumbles as he pulls you into his chest, wrapping one arm around your waist as the other buries itself into your hair. Even though you resist him at first, you melt into his firm hold of you. He revels in the feeling of comfort that you bring him. But the feeling of your tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt only heightens the immense feeling of guilt in his stomach. "I wish I could tell you, but I can't."

"What do you mean you can't? It's a simple answer to a simple question." you argue, cheeks beginning to redden with the sudden flare of anger you felt as you push yourself away from his chest. Your fingers tingled as your magical core instinctively flared to life.

"It's not simple, love. Trust me." he reasons, eyes shifting carefully to your clenched fists. He brings his hands to cradle your's affectionately as he carries on. "I'm sorry that Weasley was caught in the crossfire but you have to know: it wasn't meant for him."

He felt the phantom of pain strike like pounding fists against his consciousness and his face scrunched up in pain as his left arm burned in earnest, ready to maim and kill if he managed to say what he was forbidden to.

"'Caught in the crossfire?'" you repeat slowly and he winces at the poor choice of wording. Your hands begin to heat with fervour, but you don't seem to notice as you glare at him. "Mattheo. He almost died."

As you growl your discontent at him, you don't register the way your magic snaps in tandem to your ire. You don't notice how you instinctively move to grip onto his biceps with a strength you were unaware that you possessed.

Only the feeling of magic a power like no other fills your veins as Mattheo stares at you with wide, unnerved eyes of swirling onyx.

"Meadow." he rasps. "Meadow stop."

You register his anguish too late and you watch in absolute horror as your hands begin to glow the same pale silver as his magical core that appears in your head all the time. It began merging with the pulsing glow of your own indigo-purple core, intertwining like threads being stitched together.

"Meadow, love, please." you release your grip on him with a horrified look as you stare at your hands, the glow beginning to melt into your skin. Your breathing picks up and you flinch away when Mattheo tries to comfort you.

"I-" you stutter, refusing to meet his eyes as you scramble for the door.

"Darling, it's okay." Mattheo reassures you, but you can't look at him; won't look at him in fear of seeing the loathing and disgust written all over his handsome features.

No. No. No. You repeat the word over and over in your head which is sent straight into Mattheo's mind as you lose control of all sense. He looks at you with worry and concern as you race for the door.

"Woah! Where are you going?" he says as he chases after your rapid steps.

"Mattheo please," you beg. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me."

"There's nothing wrong with you." he says your name with pure anguish as you reach the exit to the common room, ignoring the solicitous looks from his friends and other peers that occupied the common room. "I promise you."

"I'm a monster." you mutter to yourself as you swing the door open. You repeat this sentiment over and over again like a mantra.

The door slams in his face without so much as a goodbye from you. Turning around, he finds the whole room staring at him in incredulous anticipation.

"What the fuck are you all looking at?" he snaps, his terrifying facade painting his face, as if he wasn't just staring after you like a kicked puppy. Everyone turns around rapidly, tensing as they felt his presence meander to the corner of the room, by his awaiting friends.

"What in Salazar's name just happened?" Enzo muttered, the others humming in agreement as Mattheo sank into the seat beside Theo, yanking the cigarette from his best friend's mouth and taking a long drag.

"I need to tell you lot something." he mumbles. He knew that it could break your trust in him further. But he also knows that you're too stubborn to ask him for the help you need, so he is taking matters into his own hands.

~∞~

After slamming the door in his face, you completely block out thoughts of Mattheo. The only thing you see is the way his eyes widen in alarm as you drain his magic from his very bones; the mantra of "I'm a monster" reverberating through your skull.

You can feel it too. The power coarsing through your veins like volts of electricity, ready to strike it's outlet at any second.

You only have one place in mind as you make your way through the corridors, coming to a standstill when you reach the giant Gargoyle statue that leads to Professor Dumbledore's office. You pace the length of it for a time, not knowing the password to accesss it, before the stone creature magically begins to twist upwards with an almighty groan, leaving a spiralling staircase in its wake. You dash up them with no hesitation and tentatively knock on the grand oak door at the crest of it.

It opens with a firm gust of magic that you feel rush through you as you cross the threshold. Professor Dumbledore is stood by one of the grand windows that overlock the castle grounds, hand gently stroking the head of his pheonix, Fawkes. Sunlight surrounds him like an eternal halo.

"I wondered when you would come to me, Miss Meadow." he says with a saccharine smile as he gestures for you to join him at the window. You do as he wishes and stand by his side, eyes tracing the outlines of the trees that belong to the Forbidden forest in the far distance as sunlight bleeds against your frigid skin.

"You knew what was wrong with me the whole time." you state, ignoring the tremor that wracks through your hands at the feeling of Mattheo's still-lingering magic clashing with your own. He hums noncommittally in response, but he doesn't deny it.

"An ability like yours," he says with a surprising lack of emotion, "is as rare as it is essential for the happenings in this world."

"I'm not sure I understand what you mean, Sir." you say with furrowed brows, confusion lacing your tone.

"With proper instruction, you could be the weapon that turns the tide of the upcoming war." he says, finally turning to face you.

It's creepy, the way the wizard and his pheonix tilt their heads at you with identical stares. Unnerving.

"I'm not sure I want to explore that avenue, Professor. Being a weapon usually results in death and I'm not sure I want that to be my fate." you reply, almost flinching at the reminder of the foreign magic in your system. Dumbledore gives you a knowing look before he guides you around to sit at the plush armchair that faces his desk before he travels around the large table to sit in his throne-like chair.

"A siphon can summon magic from several forms of magical cores. That includes people and particularly potent magical....objects." he says crypically. "That means you can detect where certain things and certain people are."

"So I'm like a walking, talking tracking device of sorts." you summise and it draws out a light chuckle from the man infront of you.

"That's one way to put it I suppose." he scratches the butt of his chin in contemplation before he adresses you again. "But believe me when I tell you that your abilities will be needed, sooner than you may think."

"I don't know how to even go about controlling it." you say with disappointment. "I've fainted once and sucked magic from my friend without his consent. I hate it."

"That may be the case, now." he says slowly. "But in time, you will be able to bend it to your will. Is there something else troubling you, my dear?"

You inhale in surprise as he tilts his head knowingly at you. You hadn't even noticed your slipping shields.

"Suppose I had a few friends in need of dire protection." you start slowly, choosing your words carefully. "How would I go about getting them out of the precarious situation they've unwillingly found themselves in?"

"Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it, Miss Meadow." he says, but his expression gives away nothing of what he honestly feels. "But can you trust that they truely deserve that offer?"

Your face scrunches in disbelief.

"I cannot help those who have not asked be saved, Miss Meadow."

"So you'd abandon your own students?" you scoff. "Even if they've been forced against their will and tortured for it? Even if they're so scared that they got someone they trust to try for them?"

His eyes dart towards the door as you speak, but gives no indication for you so halt your rant.

"You suspect they have something to do with Mr Weasley's unfortunate situation." he says knowing. "But yet, you're still willing to try for them. Why is that?"

"My friends may have done some bad things, but they're good people. Kind people. I can't just let them be abandoned. They didn't want to be in the position they're in, in the first place. It's all familial obligation. They've helped me and I promised I'd help them."

Your last few words are admitted as mere whispers and Dumbledore delivers you a look akin to pity.

"You should never make a promise you cannot, with certainty, keep, Miss Meadow." he says. "Whatever it is they are doing in return will be fruitless."

"I think this conversation is over, Sir. Thank you for your time." you say, rushing to your feet and turning to leave without so much as a glance back.

"You're co-operation will be vital in the coming months, child." he says. "It'll be competent of you to keep the knowledge of your abilities to yourself, lest the information gets brought to the attention of the....wrong hands."

You say nothing as you breeze through the open doorway, completely bypassing Harry, who was stood under his invisibility cloak (after having followed your name travel from the Hospital Wing to the Slytherin common room all the way to Dumbledore's office on the Marauders' Map), with wide and distrusting eyes. So caught up in the heat of your reignited anger, you fail to hear his accusing words to the Headmaster:

"She's known about Malfoy and Riddle this whole time, hasn't she, Professor?"

Later, as you sit in comfortable silence with Hermione and Ginny at Ron's bedside, you are completely ignorant to the lightning storm waiting to strike you down.

~∞~

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[slutbee]

when he's god

Written for the Sam and Dean Mini Event by @holyfreaks

06/26/24 Prompts: First times/last times, motel rooms, love like religion/devotion

Rating: E

WC: ~2k

Part 2/4.

Summary: It's been a while since Dean first gave into Sam begging to kiss him. Sam gets antsy and decides to take things to the next level. Dean never stood a chance of telling him no.

Making out with Sam made Dean indescribably high. His brother's lips were soft against his own; untouched, Dean thought. Sam was unsure at first, mouth cautious like he was afraid to make the wrong move. But Dean was happy to take the lead. He was teaching Sam, after all.

He huffed a breath out of his nose that ricocheted off Sam's face and back into his own. Sam shifted in Dean's lap, subtly enough that Dean wasn't sure he knew what he was doing. But the next roll of his hips was more confident, and Dean groaned involuntarily. He felt Sam smile and broke away.

"Sam," Dean said breathlessly, chest heaving with the effort to breathe around how fast his heart was beating.

Sam's expression turned worried. "Do you not- I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I promise."

"No, it's okay..." Dean hesitated, still catching his breath. "It's just that..." He sighed. "You're way too young."

The worry dropped from Sam's face and was replaced by a teasing grin. "That's what you're worried about here?"

Dean scowled and lunged forward to kiss Sam again. Breaking away, he said, "Shut up. That part makes it worse." Sam's face fell again and Dean rushed to cover himself. "I mean, if someone were to find out, they'll think I'm taking advantage of you. Older family member, I could've groomed you."

"You're right," Sam admitted dejectedly. "What are we supposed to do then, Dean? I want you." He pouted. It was so little-brother manipulative that Dean couldn't help but kiss him again.

"Make you a deal," he said when they parted. "When you turn sixteen."

"That's so long," Sam whined, punctuating his drama with a hard roll of his hips. Trying to manipulate Dean into giving in, but Dean had made up his mind to this hasty plan.

"It'll be okay," said Dean. "I just want to make sure we're not being impulsive. Plus, sixteen is the legal age of consent." He winked.

Sam added the puppy dog eyes 3000 to the pout. "I consent now."

"Legal, Sammy. Legal."

It had been several months since the first time they kissed. Sometimes, still, when Dad was away, they'd settle into one of the beds to nap together, waking each other up with gentle kisses all over the other's face. Which almost always turned into a heavy makeout session that Dean cut short, keeping to his stance.

Sam was frustrated. Months now, his brother had practically been edging him daily. He would let Sam get all worked up in his lap, then stop at the last second. At night, when he was sure Dean was sleeping, he crept to the bathroom to take care of his aching hard on, moaning Dean's name softly as he came.

Sam's birthday came and went, but Dean showed no signs of breaking from his pattern. When he stopped everything, Sam would whine and say pretty please, but Dean would not be moved. So Sam decided to take matters into his own hands.

They had finished shooting practice for the day, and Dean was in the shower washing away the sweat from the Midwestern summer day. Sam sat criss-crossed on the floor, cleaning their guns, bullets strewn on the carpet from him haphazardly emptying them. His plan was simple: accost Dean while he was half-naked, off-guard from his shower, and make him so turned on that he would have to fuck Sam.

In the other room, the shower turned off. Sam scrambled to put away the guns, leaving the bullets all over the floor, and jumped onto the bed. He laid on his stomach and grabbed the book he had placed to "read" only in his boxers. A familiar cold feeling gripped his chest, but he pushed it down. Nothing to be anxious about. Dean wouldn't hurt him.

The bathroom door creaked open behind him, and Dean's footsteps came a couple steps into the room before stopping. Sam smiled and craned his neck around to see him. Dean was clad in only a towel, wrapped loosely around his waist, like Sam had predicted, and he was frozen in place, mouth open slightly, breathing picking up.

Sam arched his back a little and wiggled his ass. "Come here, Dean," he said in a sing-songy voice. It was childish, he knew, but he was a child, after all.

Dean's voice was dry but sounded full of lust. "Sammy, I-"

"Oh come on, Dean." Sam rolled over onto his back, propping himself on his elbows to glare at his brother. "My birthday was two months ago. You promised."

Dean wasn't hard to convince. He walked the rest of the way to the bed, dropping his towel on the way, and climbed over top of Sam.

Sam had seen Dean naked before, many times, but nothing compared to having him hovering over Sam's also-naked body. He dropped back to the bed, his hands creeping up to grip Dean's hips.

"Too much clothes," Dean murmured, kissing down Sam's torso. When he reached the bottom, he hooked his fingers in Sam's boxers and carefully pulled them down. Sam shivered as the fabric dragged over his hardening cock.

"So pretty, Sammy," Dean said, pressing his mouth to the underside of Sam's dick. Immediately, Sam's whole body tensed. It was one thing to imagine your hand was someone else's, but it was another thing entirely to have your dick in someone's mouth. Sam moaned, surprised at the sound that escaped him.

Dean raised himself up and whispered against Sam's ear. "You wanna be on top, or you want me to?"

The favorite images of Sam's brain flashed through, of Sam's hands grasping Dean's hips while he pounded into him. He was willing to bet money that Dean's ass felt a million times better than his mouth.

"I want to be on top," Sam answered breathlessly. "But you have to tell me what to do." A surge of arousal coursed through him at the admission.

"Sure, baby," Dean said against Sam's jaw, where he was leaving open-mouthed kisses. Then he rolled off of Sam onto his back and flung his legs wide. "Come here."

Sam's heart thudded in his chest as he knelt over Dean. The act in itself was nothing he hadn't done before, but it was always fully clothed with the knowledge that nothing more was going to happen. Now he was finally escalating it.

Dean took hold of Sam's hand and brought it to his mouth, sucking Sam's fingers between his lips and swirling his tongue around them. Sam watched in fascination as Dean opened his mouth again and let go of Sam's hand, a string of saliva connecting to his lips.

"Put 'em inside me," Dean said, shifting to angle his ass upwards as much as he could while laying on his back. Sam hesitated, then brought his middle finger to circle Dean's hole. Dean bit his lip and looked so pretty under Sam, eyes widening when the finger pushed inside. Sam thrusted his finger inside Dean a few times experimentally.

"You can do another," Dean breathed, eyes fixed on Sam as he squirmed and blushed. "I was fingering myself in the shower." The last part was quieter as he was embarrassed to admit it.

Sam didn't say anything, just smiled and added two more fingers at once, making Dean gasp. He wiggled his three fingers inside Dean to get some kind of reaction, and was rewarded with a high pitched moan when he found the right spot. He pressed his fingers in that same spot several times, until Dean was squirming too much and a string of please-es were falling from his open mouth. Sam carefully extracted his fingers from his brother and wiped them on the motel blanket. He took hold of his dick and smoothed some precum around it before lining up with Dean's hole.

Shaking with excitement and nervousness, Sam used one hand to guide himself while the other found Dean's hand and gripped it.

"It's okay, Sammy," Dean reassured him, squeezing his hand. "Go for it."

"I'm gonna put it in," Sam whispered.

As he finally pushed his cock past Dean's rim, they both let out loud moans, Sam's a little higher-pitched and more like a whimper. He breathed heavily in loud sighs as Dean pulled him closer, farther in. Once he was buried to the hilt, he buried his face in Dean's neck and whined.

"Feels so good, baby," Dean said tightly, taking a deep breath. "Feel like I'm gonna blow already."

"I'm not gonna last," Sam whimpered desperately.

"No, you're doing so good," Dean encouraged. "So good. C'mon."

Sam pulled out slowly to thrust into his brother again. He struck up a rhythm, spurred on by the moans he was eliciting from Dean and the feeling of his tight hole wrapped around his cock. He didn't even realize his eyes were shut tight until he opened them and was met with Dean's gaze, looking reverently up at him. Sam shuddered and dropped down to catch Dean's lips in a messy kiss, jolting teeth against teeth with every rock of his hips.

"I love you," Dean whispered into Sam's mouth.

Dean wasn't usually the type of person to break out sappy shit when it came to sex, but the way Sam moved over him, face set in determination and pleasure, stirred up powerful emotions, too powerful to set aside and ignore.

"I love you," he whispered, and the way Sam's face lit up with a smile twisted in his heart. The gravity of how wrong this was hit him, because Sam was so much skinny high school boy that Dean had to remember that this was his little brother.

His, though, and nobody else's. That much was evident by the way Sam's fingers dug into Dean's hips, sure to leave bruises that he would have to hide from Dad. Sam sucked and bit at the side of Dean's neck, and that one Dad would definitely see, but Sam was his god, so Dean would play the part of sacrificial lamb. Taking the heat off Sam was his life's purpose. Sam was his life's purpose, really, and in that moment, with his little brother sweaty above him, face twisted in almost-orgasm, Dean realized there was really nothing left in the world short of dying that he wouldn't do for his brother. Although he would die for Sam if he had the reason or opportunity, he knew that.

Sam's fingers were interlaced with Dean's, pressing Dean's hand palm-up into the pillow by his head. Dean squeezed Sam's hand tightly, feeling himself getting close.

"God, Sammy, gonna-" Sam pushed Dean's thighs up and fucked him from this new angle straight over the edge, and Dean came untouched all over his stomach, practically up to his chin. He had never done that before, but he had never fucked Sammy before, and the love and intimacy he had with his brother was heightening his senses. Dean gasped and whined as Sam continued to hammer into him, chasing his own high until finally, finally, Sam threw his head forward, pressing his forehead to Dean's, and Sam-warmth spread inside Dean, accompanied by the prettiest sounds he'd ever heard a boy make, huffed into his ear.

Sam kept his pace for too long after that ("crazy bastard"), whining and moaning into Dean's ear as he overstimulated them both. It became nearly unbearable for Dean, but it was so intimate and so Sam that he couldn't push him away. Finally, Sam pulled out and flopped down at Dean's side.

They laid there, saying nothing, breathing heavily for a good several minutes. Sam curled into Dean's side, seemingly oblivious to the mess they'd just made of each other. Then, after a while, Dean asked, "How was it?"

Sam's voice cracked, reminding Dean again how much younger he was. "So fucking good, De." He kissed Dean's shoulder. Dean turned his head and kissed Sam's forehead.

"Good."

"Thank you," Sam added, and a swell of pride rose in Dean.

"Love you so much, Sammy." I'd do anything for you, you don't even have to ask was the part he left out. "Don't you forget it."

"How could I," Sam murmured sleepily. He yawned. "Let's clean up before we fall asleep."

Dean chuckled, remembering the drying cum all up his front and probably Sam's, too. "Yeah, probably a good idea. Hope there's still hot water."

[bieddiediaz]

I'm gonna love you when our hair is turning gray we'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we've made and you'll say, "oh my, we really were t i m e l e s s."

happy birthday @oneawkwardcookie 💖💖

[Image ID: 10 GIFs of Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz from 9-1-1, overlaid with lyrics from Taylor Swift's Timeless. GIF 1: A painting and an open book on a black wooden table. The painting has an ornate gold frame. Inside the painting is a GIF of Buck hanging from the extended ladder of the ladder truck after he is struck by lightning. Partially on top of the painting, a book lies open with a GIF on either page, of Buck and Eddie respectively facing each other after Eddie is shot. The lyrics are stylised as text in the book, reading 'I came upon a book covered in cobwebs / story of a romance torn apart by fate.' GIF 2: Two GIFs overlaid on top of each other. The first GIF shows Buck laying on the road staring at a fallen Eddie after Eddie is shot. The second shows Eddie yelling Buck's name as he rushes to get to Buck after Buck falls from the ladder truck. Both GIFs are blurred. The lyrics are stylised in old gothic font, reading 'somehow I know that you and I would've found each other / and I'd die for you in the same way.' GIF 3: Eddie and Buck are in full turnout gear. Eddie is walking as the fire truck drives alongside him, with Buck hanging off of it. The GIF is tinted orange. The text reads 'if I first saw your face / on a crowded street in 1944.' GIF 4: Two GIFs overlaid on top of each other. The first GIF shows Buck rushing out of Maddie's hospital after he gets her letter telling him that she can't run away with him. This GIF is black and white. The second shows Eddie in his army uniform getting on a helicopter. The text reads 'and you were headed off to fight in the war / you still would've been mine.' GIF 5: Two GIFs overlaid on top of each other. The first GIF shows Buck as a bartender in Peru, listening to Connor tell him about LA. The second shows Eddie at his parents' house, listening as they tell him that they think Chirstopher should live with them. The text reads 'cause I belive that we were supposed to find this / even in a different life / you still would've been mine / we would've been timeless.' GIF 6: The GIF has a crack down the middle. On the left of the crack, Buck begs his parents to love him despite him and Maddie not being perfect kids. On the right, Eddie breaks down after he learns that all his teammates from the army are dead. The GIF slowly transitions from colour to black and white. The text is aligned along the crack, reading 'time breaks down your mind and body / don't you let it touch your soul.' GIF 7: Two GIFs overlaid on top of each other. The first GIF shows Buck turning around in the firehouse to see Eddie for the first time. The second shows Eddie grinning as he meets the team for the first time. The GIF has a papery texture to it. The text reads 'it was like an age old classic / the first time that you saw me.' GIF 8: A piece of parchment paper. In a large square on the left side, Buck and Eddie shake hands after working together for the first time. On the right side, the lyrics are stylised like text in a book, reading 'the story started when you said hello.' GIF 9: Two GIFs overlaid on top of each other, of Eddie and Buck covertly meeting each other's eyes in the middle of the firehouse. Eddie is in black and white while Buck is in colour. The text reads 'in a crowded room a few short years ago / sometimes there's no proof you just know.' GIF 10: A pocket watch on the screen. Inside the pocket watch, a montage of Buck and Eddie through the years cycles repeatedly. The hour and minute hand of the pocket watch rotate clockwise. In the background, behind the pocket watch, the same series of GIFs is enlarged and blurred. Around the watch, stylised in old gothic font, the text reads 'you're always gonna be mine / we're gonna be timeless.' /end ID]

[0mysticmidnight0]

Could I get Rise Raph x mutant! reader where they impulsively get married as soon as they turn 18?

Feeling fluffy today :3 sure!

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-You two were kids. But yet, you acted more mature than ever. You understood how the world worked. They say you're supposed to enjoy your childhood. Yet, you were forced to grow up too fast. Already looking for a job at the age of 13. Working as a part time employee at a pizza place.

-Raph just so happen to be the one picking up their order. He knows they could just have it delivered but he liked to walk around the city. Working out and all y'know?

-Then the rest was history.

-You two were seen as the most mature if the group. But when you two were alone, you acted like absolute idiots around each other, trying new jokes, working out together and overall, laughing together. You felt like.. kids. you were kids. But it didn't feel like it. Only when you two were together.. free from the stress, free from the anxiety.

-That's why on your 18th birthday, raph took you out, you went to Albearto Land! It was late at night of course.. on the ferris wheel. It stopped at the very top and fireworks in the sky exploded.. colors that were so beautiful. You were about to thank Raph for the day.. you turn to the sight of him on one knee.

"Listen (Name).. I know we're still young and if you're not ready yet, that's completely fine. We can always do this in the future! So.. with I'm not really good with words so I'll cut this short. You've been by my side since the start. You always make me so happy and I want to make you happy too. So, Will you marry me? I promise I'll be the best husband and-

-You cut him off with a gentle kiss.. he kissed back and fireworks continued to explode in beautiful dazzling colors as the stars twinkled and shined brightly in the sky..

(I'M A ROMATIC LEAVE ME ALONE UGHHHHH 😭😭💐)

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From yours truly,

MysticMidnight ✨

[kitchenisking]

Sterek Fic Rec

Seventh Night of Chunnuka

I Howl When We're Apart by victurius - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,433, sterek)

In which Derek takes possessiveness to a whole new level...

A Window to His Soul by OKDeanna - (Rating: T, Words: 3,627, sterek)

When Stiles takes a tumble in the Preserve, it's Derek who helps pull him back up to safety, making Stiles realize just how often the other man has managed to save him. How much they've managed to save each other... while somehow avoiding the one thing they both seem to want the most.

Until now.

Timeline: Post Series - Movie? What Movie?

Where The Wild Things Are by DeadWalker - (Rating: T, Words: 30,049, sterek)

Derek finds a boy in the woods. He might not have realized it then, but that is the moment his whole life changes.

Mountain To Hide Behind by Hedwig221b - (Rating: T, Words: 3,352, sterek)

“Did you honestly think Stiles wouldn’t notice your absence? He can’t even stomach his dinner, because he knows you’re busy fucking side-chicks as he does so.”

A stunned silence filled the room.

Right then, faced with the sentence he was too scared to even think of, Stiles realized he couldn’t take it anymore. At his first mortifying quiet sniff, Derek swerved around to look at him.

He looked horrified.

Once Upon a Dream by gryvon - (Rating: T, Words: 14,043, sterek)

Stiles has been dreaming of the Hale family burning alive since he was a child. After being locked in Eichen for a year, Stiles learns to keep his visions to himself. That doesn't stop him from keeping an eye on Derek Hale while he waits for Kate Argent to make her move. Only watching Derek becomes loving Derek and stopping Derek and Kate from getting together turns into Stiles dating Derek Hale. He's in love with Derek but his visions haven't stopped, only now he has to watch Derek die with the rest of his family. He'll do anything to keep that dream from becoming reality.

A Letter From Mom by StilesIsMySpiritAnimal - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 32,906, sterek)

After waking up at the age of 11 without any memories of his past Stiles spends eight years with his father in the tiny town of Shelter Cove, California. After his father's death he receives a notice from a storage facility in some town called Beacon Hills. Stiles is confused and thinks the manager made a mistake until he finds a letter that should have been for his 18th birthday that his dad never gave him. It's from his mother, who he has no memory of. Weirdly enough, her letter mentions Beacon Hills and some woman named Talia, who he's supposed to trust. Confused and angry at his father, Stiles sets out for Beacon Hills anxious and determined to find out what his dad had been hiding from him all these years.

Gimme Shelter by SophieTrancy - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 22,910, sterek)

Things aren’t exactly going Stiles’ way. With all the bad things that have happened in BH, Stiles seeks refuge with the only person Stiles truly trusts. Derek. Stiles left everything behind, finding shelter in Derek’s home in a small town away from everyone. In a mix of bottled up feelings, lust and traumatizing pasts, they find peace in each other. 

Set after season 5A - My take on their 'Sterek' happy ending

Rumble by clairell - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1,405, sterek)

Derek and Stiles have sex during a thunderstorm.

Say My Name by Giggles96 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,867, sterek)

Prompt: Can you please pretty please write something where Stiles is unable to call Derek anything other than daddy or da-da? Please oh my God, please? Prefer it to be sexual but non-sexual’s fine too.

When a witch’s curse renders Stiles unable to refer to Derek as anything other than Daddy, it never occurs to anyone that Derek may just have been granted his deepest, darkest wish.

Love You in the Dark by thedevilyousay - (Rating: Mature, Words: 3,682, sterek)

Prompt: Person B knowing they’re undoubtedly about to die within the next few seconds, likely from the gaping wound they’re bleeding out from. Instead of calling for help, they phone Person A and carry on a casual conversation as if nothing is wrong, making sure to mention how much they love them before their time runs out.

It’s the ringtone that wakes him. He’s only been asleep for an hour or two, maybe, and to his sleep deprived brain it’s the most obnoxious noise he’s ever heard. He blindly flails for the phone, knows it’s buried some where in the bed. He finally finds it mid chorus, “got my heartbeat running away” still echoing as he slides to answer.

" What?” He snarls.

“Derek! Derek. H-hey, hey, were you asleep? I figured you’d still be awake but I’m going to guess you were asleep because of your voice and I –“

[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger's Wicked Birthday - 1st -

The story's in his POV. As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Nsfw. Awkwardly translated smut.

They say that something predestined, something that cannot be changed or avoided, is called fate.

Being born male, female, or otherwise.

Where and when you were born, how long you'll live and when you'll die, all of these seem to be predetermined.

I've always been looking for a way to fight against all of that.

--

Roger: Hey, Jude. Cut back on those cigarettes. You don't know when those lungs of yours will fail.

Jude: Quit yer yappin'. Are ya my mom or somethin'?

Roger: Don't remember givin' birth to an arrogant, swearing bastard like you.

As I walk away after finishing up Jude's regular check up, my ears pick up the hustle and bustle of the dining room.

Roger: Huh? They're bein' awfully noisy.

As expected, when I entered the dining room, I found Harrison listening to a distraught Liam.

Roger: Hey, what's up? Did somethin' happen?

Liam: Kate isn't back yet so I want to go look for her now.

(The little lady?)

Roger: Calm down... You're not gonna find anything if you run out in the dark.

Harrison: Yeah, Roger's right. You were the last one to see Kate, weren't you Liam?

Liam nods.

Jude: You were supposed ta be watchin' 'er. Why'd ya let 'er go about as she pleases?

Liam: Tomorrow's Roger's birthday so we went out shopping to celebrate in advance. I thought about dressing up a bit and doing some stuff that'll surprise Roger.

Harrison: Liam, I now there's something you don't want to tell us, but now's not the time.

Liam: After we finished shopping, we parted ways near Leadenhall Market. Kate told me to go home first because she wanted to buy something in secret.

Harrison: Where'd you and Kate part?

Liam: At a bakery called "Harmony". Around there.

Harrison: If it's around there then...flowers, huh?

Liam: Flowers?

Harrison: Did she go by herself to get flowers for Roger?

Roger: Me?

Harrison: Yeah. There's a popular flower shop in alley where Liam and Kate parted ways. She probably knew about it.

Jude, who was quiet this whole time, muttered something troubling.

Jude: Tha's right, there's been some strange incidents lately. The naïve princess must've gotten mixed up in it. That woman (the queen) must 'ave some kind of info. Maybe.

Roger: I'll go get Victor...

--

There's been some kidnappings recently where Kate was now alone.

All those kidnapped were women, and those who were lucky enough to escape only had their hair cut, so it seems like they were kidnapped to sell their hair at a high price.

Based on the information from Victor, it was decided that Crown would search several hideouts of the criminals.

Harry and I ran through the back alleys of London in the dark.

Roger: ...? Hey, Harry. I can hear a man...and the faint voice of a woman through this door.

Harrison: May that's it. Let's go.

The man's voice gets clearer as we head down the path leading to the basement.

Men with guns and knives gathered in the dark.

(I see. So a bunch of thugs were kidnapping people)

Bearded man: After our watch is done, let's go for a drink- Huh, who're you?

In the dim light, Harrison and I exchanged glances. In times like this, a liar and traitor's quick thinking is useful.

Roger: Don't be so guarded. We're your buddies. We thought we'd take part too.

Bearded man: Huh? What're you on about? We'll lose our share with more people.

Harrison: Don't be like that. The police have been sniffing around lately.

Bearded man: The police...?

Harrison: We got contacts in the police. I got info on how to escape them.

Man with a gun: Hey... Wouldn't it be better if we brought them in?

Roger: Oh, we got a right to choose though. Let's hear some details about what you guys are doin'.

Bearded man: It's simple. You kidnap a woman to sell her hair and if she gets out of line, you kill her. That's it.

Man with a gun: In this day and age, a corpse has some value so it's like killing two birds with one stone.

(Yep, these are definitely the guys. Can't mess this-)

(0)

Harrison and I fire at the same time.

Criminal: Guh...

Roger: What's up? You're bein' unusually aggressive Harry.

Harrison: Yeah, wel... Anyway, I'll take care of the rest. You go ahead.

Roger: Yeah, I'm on it. Can't help but hear Kate's voice in my ear. Don't die Harry. Bringing you back will be a pain.

Harrison: Gotcha...

I head into the darkness, the sound of gunfire behind me.

(Multiple female voices...One of them...sounds like Kate)

I thought Kate would be sobbing in fear-

Kate's voice: -ight... It'll be alright. Help will come. It'll be alright...

My ears picked up Kate's voice, who was assuring the other women with her.

Roger: Geez... You're even worryin' over others in a time like this.

I run and run toward the voice, open the door in the dark, and head up the stairs.

Muscular man: Hey, who're you- Gah?!

I shoot and kill the criminals that come at me as I keep going.

(Found her...)

Among the women bound in rope is Kate.

Kate: Roger...

(Why're you trying to smile at a time like this?)

(You're not fooling anyone...)

As I go up to her and cut the rope with a knife, I notice flowers that fell at Kate's feet.

Roger: ...

Seeing them, I impulsively-

I held Kate tight in my arms.

Roger: Are you hurt?

Kate: Nothing serious. Just some scratches...here and there.

It's so like her to not count scratches as injuries.

Roger: I see...

Kate: I was sure...

Roger: Hm?

Kate: I was sure that Crown...that you would come and save me.

Kate knew about my curse as the "treacherous huntsman".

Still, she believed in me and fought against fear and anxiety.

(Damn. You're so cute and brave)

Roger: You're my birthday present, got it? Not letting anyone take you away from me.

Kate: Got it...

Kate's body starts trembling as if finally letting go of all the pent up fear.

I pat her back as if soothing a baby.

Roger: Scary wasn't it...

Kate: Yeah...

Roger: You did your best. You were great.

Kate: ... Roger... I-I...

Kate bawled so loudly that I couldn't help but smile.

--

After taking care of everything, I brought Kate back to the castle and tended to her wounds.

Kate: O-ow. It hurts...

Roger: It's supposed to hurt. Otherwise this wouldn't be moxibustion.

Kate: I'll accept it...

Maybe because she was still feeling guilty, Kate endures the pain without a fuss.

As I watch her in amusement, a thought appears in the back of my mind.

It's said that those cursed will meet an equally tragic end.

That's a solid conclusion I came to after years of researching curses.

(That's what's supposed to happen to us)

(I wonder what Kate's fate's like)

Kate's a curious woman who's aware of the fact that the world isn't pretty, yet still retains some purity in her heart and eyes.

Even those in Crown with strong personalities seem to be moved by her.

(A miserable fate doesn't suit Kate)

A long life's better than a short one, better to be surrounded by people than alone, and a warm place's better than a cold one.

(The kind of fate that suits someone who's able to smile so peacefully)

It was out of character for me to think of that for Kate who trusts others so easily.

Roger: Alright, done.

Kate: Thank you so much. Sorry for bothering you so late. Then...

Roger: Hey now, who said you could go?

Kate: Huh?

Roger: The treatment's finished, but the punishment isn't, little lady.

I sit down next to Kate on the bed, who makes a sound in her throat.

Kate: Punishment...

Roger: Thinking you'll get an answer right away just by asking's a bad habit of yours. Ask yourself why you're getting punished.

I whisper in her ear as I swipe my thumb across her lips.

Roger: I won't stop until you get it right.

Kate: Um, uh...

Kate jolts when I nibble on her ear before capturing her lips.

Kate: Nn...Roger...

(Soft as ever...)

Roger: Mm...Come one, answer me.

Kate: Because I got hurt...?

Roger: Wrong.

Even after releasing her wrists after kissing her repeatedly, Kate lets me do as I please.

Kate: Nnn... Hm? Ah...

(Hmm, not runninn'? Ahh...you obediently did as you were told)

The way she accepts my kisses while thinking fills me with sadistic desires and I hook my fingertips on the neckline of her dress.

Roger: That's it, think about it.

Kate: You don't need to tell...Ah...

Her breasts spill out as I pull down her dress and my lips are on her.

Roger: Hm? Givin' up?

While licking a nipple, I tease the other with my fingers.

Kate: ! I'm not...

(Ah~ That's a good look. You look so frustrated...like you're about to cry)

Kate: Ah...Is it...because I wandered off on my own?

Roger: Nope.

Kate: Huh...Ah....

I roll the peak in my mouth and Kate lets out a faint gasp.

(I'm disgusted at the thought that other men did that to her...)

I continue to suck and nipple as I slip my fingers in the wetness between Kate's legs.

It was already so wet and like with her nipple, I flicked her bud with a finger.

Kate: Ah...Nngh...Roger...

The moment I saw tears welling up, the irritation I felt within me finally subsided.

Kate: I...give up...

I grab Kate's chin and look at her as she muttered in frustration with tears in her eyes.

Roger: Hey, Kate.

Kate: Yes...?

Roger: I can't stand it when others make you cry. I'm the only one allowed to do that...Right?

Kate: Ye- Huh?

(What......................)

Roger: What's up with that response.

Kate: I just didn't expect it... I'm...not Roger's or anyone else's!

Roger: Then why're you squeezing my fingers so tightly?

Kate: That's because...Ah...I can't...

Roger: I'm not gonna last so let me enjoy your tears for a little longer.

Kate: Ah...wait...Roger

After that, I made Kate cry out a lot before having her finish me with her hand.

Satisfied, I went out for a drink with Jude.

Using my birthday as an excuse, I made him buy me a drink.

--

(I drank too much last night...)

I was lying on a sofa in the lounge with the aftertaste of alcohol still lingering when I felt a shadow over my face.

Kate: Roger...? Are you dead?

Roger: I am. So what do you want with a dead man? I'm not taking any complaints about last night.

Kate: It's not that. I have something for you.

(...?)

When I sat up, Kate shyly held out a bouquet.

Kate: Happy birthday Roger. Also... Thanks for being born.

Roger: O_O ...

(Wha...)

(Thanks for being born... That's the first time I've heard it since my curse)

(Kate...Only you of all people would say that without any hesitation)

Kate: Roger? Um...I went shopping with someone this time?

Roger: Haha, I know. Thanks...

Kate smiles happily like a puppy.

(Her crying face is the best, but her smile- it suits her)

Her smile's so cute that I can't but want to tease her again.

Roger: Hey, Kate. I must've fallen for you if I'm always thinking about you right?

Kate: Excuse me........ I-I don't know!

Roger: Pfft, hahaha. How cold.

After that, while I was walking with the bouquet Kate gave me, Victor suddenly told me what those flowers meant.

Anemones meant "fleeting love".

Kate probably didn't know what the flowers she gave me meant, but it's ironic.

My fate's a future ruined by guilt.

The worst fate lies before me, but I'm not gonna let it get me down now.

Trampling on fate, I-

Roger: Now, let's fight against it again today.

[makerofmadness]

ok so what the hell is the legal drinking age in earthbread man like. So I was thinking I would finally have to take the L on the "how fudging old is Alchemist Cookie" thing because Witch's Castle has that side story where she botches an experiment and it basically causes her to act like her brother. Including the alcoholism. (Tbh it is like my favorite special story in the game like part of that is 'cus of favorite character bias but also it ends really sweetly like WC is just really good for grape siblings fans in general they get a lot of content-). So I was like "okay then she has to be at least 19 if we assume the drinking age would line up with the real world/country the game is from. I can take an L I thought she was younger than that but I was wrong" BUT THEN FOR GINGERBRAVE'S BIRTHDAY WE GET THIS:

WIZARD IS A CONFIRMED CHILD THO????

Basically this is like really ancient shxt but like there was something called I think the Junior Cookie Challenge once where basically 9 kid characters gave you missions and WIZARD WAS ONE OF THEM

This is the picture I could find but like. Yeah Wizard's definitely a kid then. (I think this event happened before certain characters were even a thing including Alchemist when I checked the dates so like I have no idea if the characters were like limited for a reason or if this was all the kid characters in the game at the time but regardless I'm. Fubkign. Top 10 questions science can't answer Number 1: how fubkign old is Alchemist Cookie- like I'm guessing she just wasn't designed with a particular age in mind let's be real here-)

but like.

If Wizard can drink then like what is the legal drinking age on Earthbread man like-??????????

EDIT: I looked at the dates wrong/was thinking of when Alchemist existed in Ovenbreak I think and not in LINE (Alchemist was released like years before this event I think)... but then I ran into SOMETHING ELSE that throws a wrench in the works and by that I mean:

so DEVIL COOKIE ALSO existed before this event and yet was excluded but they're like. Really obviously a kid ESPECIALLY as of Witch's Castle (fudging. Three words: Crayon Doodle Set [literally their room decor includes a set of fudging crayola or some shxt like. I think it's obvious what impression we're supposed to get of them like obviously I don't think crayons should be locked off to only kids but like traditionally they're kinda thought of like a kids thing and Devil isn't like. Artistic-themed so to inexplicably have them... you can tell what's being communicated y'know?-) (and like I think Devil being the same age as Angel kinda. Is obvious-).

So the Junior challenge thing pretty much confirms nothing as to which characters AREN'T kids. Just which characters ARE kids. Frickin' almost had it and then lost it again-

Edit again: I also discovered that. Cream Puff existed during the time the Junior Cookie Challenge ran. And yet she wasn't in that. But now they're running kinda a sequel to that in Kakao Cookie Run and she's in THAT. So basically yeah it was never exhaustive 100% frickin' I'm going insane I'm having like two people debating with me (peacefully thankfully) over if Wizard's not actually drinking something alcoholic but like what is he drinking we don't know it could be anything but like he has a wine glass they could've given him a normal glass but they gave the kid a wine glass and we all have to suffer the consequences they didn't even put like a bowl of fruit punch on the table or anything just to say "haha he's just drinking this don't worry he's just a silly little guy :3" no they left the door wide open for us to at least ASSUME if it's not CONFIRMED by this that he's fudging destroying his nonexistent liver at the ripe old age of Child idk it's 2:22am as of me writing this

Too many edits: I need like a dedicated guide on what juice is and isn't meant to be alcohol in this universe because apparently the wizard art is like a reused asset from something about Hollyberry so like. But I know at least half the juice there is treated like alcoholic shxt too looking at some of the dialogue or like I'm mainly thinking of like wildberry's dialogue I think so. frickin'

another thing I realize is that. Alchemist drinking was because her personality got altered she wasn't like In Public. And... look I love Vampire but he isn't like the most responsible guy let's be real and like. Frickin' even can I just get like whether or not she has a diploma or anything please just anything like... ok I know that old as hell personality quiz calls her a "picky model student" so she's probably still in school but like where in school is she is she in high school of college or like. I would've placed her around cream puff's age before all of this but I don't know anymore y'know can someone help me?????- (she probably just wasn't designed with one in mind I'm doing all of this for nothing this is the definition of insanity frickin'-)

FINAL EDIT HOPEFULLY: ok I finally have an answer just like after talking to my bigger cr nerd friend uh. Basically the I Want You Every Day music video gives us definite footage of children drinking:

Screenshots courtesy of @void-the-bear (said friend)

Gingerbrave and Cream Puff are drinking the exact same drinks as the adults and these drinks literally look the same as what Sparkling holds in his goddamn sprites

Like you can see the bubbles in some shots it's the same drink it's frickin' champagne-but-we-can't-call-it-that-because-it's-a-kid's-game

But like there is an official short of Sparkling like. Not being able to serve Custard III I think because he's too young???? So uh.

basically the drinking age in Earthbread is "younger than Gingerbrave but older than Custard III" thank you for coming to my TED Talk (fudging. Finally have an answer though at least I think please tell me they didn't try to call this lemonade or something somewhere not the lemonade anything but the lemonade don't make me have a headache again PLEASE-)