#the more i eye this outline the more i'm like “hm. this might not be a one shot after all”

[erinwantstowrite]

*alfred after the de-aging spell has worn off*

-“ please call me grandpa, master peter”

"Ok Mr. Grandpa."

[ncroissant]

I just read your Sub! Frances fic and OHMYGOD??? GORGEOUS. AMAZING. HOLY HELL THIS IS THE FIRST FIC THATS MADE ME FEEL THIS WAY I—A JOB MOST CERTAINLY WELL DONE 😭💕✨🙌

I was wondering if you were up to writing more of it? I had this idea for Sub! Frances where he’s a doppelgänger and reader is part of the DDD cleanup crew…except when Frances’s doppelgänger is sent over to them, they decide to initiate a so-called mandatory ‘procedure’ to ‘discipline him’ if you know what I mean…🤭🤭 maybe even throw in some overstim and mind break~

Buttt feel free to ignore this if you want to, no pressure :)

sub! doppelgänger francis mosses x d.d.d! gn! reader

summary: how the clean-up crew likes to deal with slutty doppelgängers

wc: 1.5k

content warning: nsfw, dub-con, spanking, ball play, mind-break, overstimulation, fingering, anal, cock can be seen as strap, cum play, dirty talk, nipple play

author’s note: hi guys! sorry for the wait, but thank u sm for 150 follows omg, u guys have been blowing up my blog ily all. thanks for the ask anon, i love this concept and i'm so happy u liked my first francis fic :') hope u enjoy this one too !! not proofread, minors please dni !!

the calls to the d.d.d. were slow today.

but when you finally got a call from the nearby apartment's security guard, you were quick to accept the job. what you weren't expecting was to find such a handsome man, awaiting his sentence, upon your arrival.

you soaked in the sight of him. his all too tight uniform and his dopey little hat that was a size too big, slipping over his brunette eyes. his sunken eye bags, long lashes and pleading expression.

the alarm was blaringly loud and the lights were blinding, but you still made your way over to the doppel, your breath fogging up with hazmat suit.

"i'm here for a mr. francis mosses?" you inquired, cautiously stepping closer to him. "is that you? or who you're impersonating, hm?" you tilted your head, driving him against the wall.

his eyebrows furrowed, back pressed flat against the wall in attempts to escape. he stayed silent, but you continued to stalk forward. "can't talk, huh?" you scoffed, shaking your head disappointedly.

your head turned to look at the aluminum sheet covering the security guard's window. you slipped your phone out of your pocket, dialing the security guard. "this might take a while. keep that window closed, yeah?"

you hung up, stuffing your phone away. your head quickly turned to look at francis with a glare. "turn around," you demanded, nodding your chin towards the wall.

"what?" the frown on francis' face deepened. you clicked up tongue, disappointed with his reaction. you gathered his wrists together, spinning him around and pressing his chest against the wall. his pants were so tight that you could see the outline of his balls.

"listen to me, slut," you growled, tightening the grip you had on his wrists. "when i tell you do something, you do it, yeah?" his back arched, rubbing the bulge of your cock against his ass.

"are we clear?" you glared down at him as he looked back at you with widened eyes.

"y-yes..." he shyly nodded with a huff.

you smiled at his obedience, moving back to create space between yourselves. "now, i know you've been a bad boy. messin' with the security guard, knowing you can't enter the building like this," you started, grabbing the fat of his ass.

he gasped, biting down on his lip to suppress the lewd sounds that were so desperately spilling out of his lips. "since you wanna be a brat. let me show you how we deal with bad boys like you." you spanked his ass roughly, kneading it gently afterwards.

"h-HNG!?" he panted when you slipped off his pants, exposing his bare ass. his cock twitched at the feeling of you pressing him against the brick wall, the ridges rubbing against his perky nipples.

"no underwear?" you chuckled, dragging your fingers down to fondle his balls. he squirmed in your gasp, little whimpers escaping his mouth.

he shook his head when he felt your thumb circling around the rim of his hole. "unnghhh...'s dirty down there, ooohh...!" your fingers slipped in so easily from the accumulation of sweat and slick, making him jolt at the thickness of your fingers.

"so deep, mmMNGH! y'keep hittin' that, hngh, s-spot..." he whined, leaning head back in bliss. the room was filled with the sound of francis' moans and the sloppy wet sounds of your fingers ramming into his hole.

you fucked your fingers into him, grazing them against his balls. and every time he got used to the thickness of your finger, you'd add another one to catch him off guard.

as much as he wanted to deny it, he was shamefully enjoyed the way your fingers pressed deep against his prostate. "ooOGHHH! m' g'na c-cum, HNGH! 'm c-cumming, cumming!" he whimpered, cum coating the wall.

his cum dripped onto his white uniform pants and rolled down the inner sides of his legs. he was shaking against you, slumping backwards into your arms.

"you think i'm gonna let you off the hook just 'cause you're cute, huh?" you shoved him deeper against the wall, the bumps flicking his nipples when you pulled him up. "who gave you permission to cum?"

his face paled as he shuddered at the look on your face. "'m sorry! needed t'cum s-so bad," he pleaded, shaking his head when you wrapped an arm around his tummy to arch his back more.

you dropped his wrists for him to ball his hands into fists against the wall to stabilize himself. "okay, be a good and count for me, then." he looked confused at what you meant then yelped when your hand came down on his ass.

"GHK!" he shrieked when you smacked his ass again.

"i'm not hearing any numbers, slut," you tsked, slapping his ass again. it was blooming pink, a stark contrast to the pale white earlier.

you spanked him again, prompting a moan from him. "hNGH! o-one, mnghh..." he huffed, he looked back at you with his cheek smushed against the wall.

you continued to torment his ass until it was bright red, throbbing when you brushed your hand over it. "you learn your lesson yet, or should we do five more, hm?" you cooed, rubbing the fat of his ass soothingly.

"n-no more, hnggh...learned my lesson," he begged, tears filling his eyes.

you laughed under your breath at his desperation, giving him a break. "alright, alright. quit your whining, needy boy." you caressed his cheek, wiping a tear from his eye. "c'mere."

you took him off the wall, leading him over to the aluminum covered window. he stood there in confusion, wondering if his punishment was already over. "are you letting me go now?" he furrowed his brows.

you laughed at his assumption. if only he could see what he looked like right now. his pants and underwear pooled at his ankles, his ass blooming red with cum splattered on his shirt with his nipples poking out.

the way he looked back at you with a flushed expression and tears lining his waterline made your cock throb in your pants. "i'm not letting you go for a long time, slut," you shook your head, unzipping your pants.

francis' heart thumped out of his chest at the sight of your bulge. "i'm not so sure how sound-proof this window is..." you stated, cock springing free from your underwear. "so unless you want the security guard to hear how much of a slut you are. i suggest you keep it down."

"m-mkay, i'll do my best," he nodded with a cute little pout on his lips. he looked so serious, wanting to impress you so badly.

"good boy," you stroked at your cock, inching closer to francis. "spread yourself open for me, yeah?"

francis' hands gripped at his ass cheeks, revealing his throbbing, dripping hole. his cheek was pressed against the glass of the window, looking at you for approval.

you slowly entered him, the tightness of his entrance making you grit your teeth. "hooHNGH! o-oh my god...haah," his mouth hung open, drool dripping down his lips.

he's never felt anything like this, nestled so deeply in his ass. the way you stuffed him so easily, kissing his prostate upon entry, made his cock twitch with pleasure.

"fuck. such a tight little thing, aren'tcha?" you grunted with a chuckle, you cock completely disappearing within him. "took me so well though, hm?"

you quickened your pace, thrusting into him with more ease. "n-nghhh! y-you're hitting that spot a-aghhhNGH, again..! 's too big, mmfph!"

you shoved your fingers into his mouth to silence him, rubbing your fingers against his tongue. "haaaaghnn! feelsh sho g-good, ahhnn..." he muffled out, even with your fingers filling his throat.

"told you to keep quiet," you grit your teeth, feeling him tighten up. "bratty boy isn't listenin' to me again. want me to stop?" you threatened, pulling out.

"n-no! k-keep fuh-ghh...f-fucking me, please! d-don't pull out, mnngh!" he begged, shaking his head furiously.

your tip teased at his entrance before fucking into him furiously. it's not like you could resist indulging him, especially with the expression he was making. eye rolled back, tongue sticking out with tears and drool spilling out.

he looked like a common whore, humping against you like a bitch in heat. "ooGHHK! r-right there! f-fuck, 'm close, hngh!" he nodded mindlessly.

your grip on his waist was bruising, as your free hand rubbed the buds over his shirt. "o-ooh, oh! c-cumming, c-cumming 'gain, h-HNGHHK!"

cum spilled into francis' hole, filling him up generously. his own cock was covering in cum as it had stained the window along with his fingerprints.

your fingers fucked the cum that was spilling out back into his hole as francis twitched in your hold. "feelin' alright, tiger?" you cooed, feigning innocence as if you hadn't just breeded his tight, little hole and filled him with your seed.

"u-uh-huh. wan' more...?" he nodded in a dazed, rutting his ass against your fingers. he cupped his chest, flicking his nipple with his thumb. "'again, ngh?"

the smile on your face was pure evil. he looked so desperate for your cock, your fingers weren't cutting it for him anymore. "fuckin' hell..." you cursed, tugging your cum-covering fingers out.

"again," you smirked, thrusting into him roughly.

[vioartemis]

Because I love you

(Amber Freeman x fem! reader)

Summary: After a steamy night, you find out that you girlfriend, Amber, is a psychotic masked killer... what will you do about that...? Warnings: (+18), smut, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), death of multiple characters (some loved ones), blood a/n: it's the first time I try writing smut so it might be really bad TvT, the story doesn't really follow the outline of the movie bc I got confused :)) (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

You shouldn't be doing this. You really shouldn't. Your friend just got stabbed 6 times by a masked killer.. You should be by her side at the hospital.

But her cold hands on your bare skin were driving you crazy. Her hot lips on yours made you crave for more. You knew it was wrong. But god it felt so right.

Her hands were already under your shirt, making their way up to your torso, brushing your breasts with the tip of her fingers while her lips travelled down to your neck, sucking dark purple marks on it.

"Amber..." you whispered

"Hmm?"

"T-this is wrong... we shouldn't-"

Your breath hitched as you felt one of her hands slip past the waistband of your shorts and underwear.

"But you like it, right baby? Or maybe you me want to stop..?"

Her hot breath on your collarbone made you shiver.

"N-no please.. don't stop.."

You could feel her smile against you skin as she left more marks on you, before pulling away long enough to take your shirt and bra off.

When she looked back at you with greedy eyes, you couldn't help but feel more aroused.

"God Y/n.. you're so pretty.."

She didn't waste anymore time and went back to what she was doing: sliding your last piece of clothing down your legs and throwing it on the floor.

She then went back up to capture your lips in a feverish kiss, her hands roaming your body, before going down again, kissing your neck, your shoulder, your collarbone, every inch of skin she could reach.

She left a trail of hickeys on your smooth skin, between your breasts, on your stomach, all the way down to where you needed her the most.

You were embarrassingly wet, which made you want to close your legs. Amber prevented you from doing so by gripping your tights firmly.

"C'mon baby.. if you keep moving like that how am I supposed to please you, hm?"

She placed herself between your legs, only inches away from your wetness. She kissed your inner tight, leaving one more love mark, before licking a long strip up to your clit.

You threw your head back when she started to eat you out, letting moans slipping out your parted lips, whispering her name every now and then.

Your right hand gripped her hair to keep her in place.

"Amber I'm gonna-"

"I know baby, cum for me"

She slipped two fingers inside of you, and fingerfucked you until you reached your climax, sucking slightly on your clit.

Her fingers slipped out of you cunt, but she didn't stop eating you out, cleaning you up, before licking you of her fingers.

You watched her as she did so, blushing at the look she was giving you, before she bent down to kiss you again, softly, lovingly.

"My pretty girl... you did so good for me..." she whispered against your lips

You hummed slightly, hands slipping under her shirt, but to your surprise, she pulled away.

"Not tonight baby"

"But- I want to make you feel good too..."

"Next time, right now I just want to take a bath with you... and cuddle all night. I'll be right back"

She kissed you once more before pulling away and going to the bathroom. You could hear the water running, and waited patiently for your girlfriend.

You were putting on one of her oversized shirt to keep you warm when you saw something shiny under her bed, in the mirror's reflection. Curious, you bent down to grab it.

It was a dark cape or something, in which you found...

Your eyes widened suddenly as you took a ghostface mask out of the black fabric, along with a bloody knife.

Your heart started beating faster at the thought of Amber - your Amber - stabbing Tara to the point she almost killed her. You didn't think she was capable of something this... fucked up.

Thinking the hands that touched you not even five minutes before were the same that nearly killed your friend almost made you sick.

Did she planned on killing you too...? No... she wouldn't do that... right...?

Hearing footsteps coming form the bathroom, you quickly put all that stuff back under the bed.

"The bath is ready, you coming?"

She looked at you, sitting on the floor.

"You okay...?"

She stepped closer to you, a worried look on her face.

"Y-yeah.. I just.. I was thinking about Tara a-and what happened... I.. I don't feel so good.."

You flinched slightly when she held you close, her arms around your waist, rubbing your back gently.

"It's okay baby, you're safe with me..."

Was it bad that you really felt safe in her arms? In the arms of a killer? You were torn between that sick feeling and your love for her.

You pushed her away softly.

"I... I know... I just... I think I need to be alone tonight... to... to think about all of that... it's not against you my love... I swear I-"

"... I understand... but I'm here if you need company or anything else... you know that right..?"

She was genuinely worried. You could see it in her eyes.

"I know... it's just for tonight.. I promise"

She placed a chaste kiss on your lips, before letting you dress up properly.

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The next day, you woke up at the sound of your phone buzzing next to you. It was the sheriff calling you.

"Shit.." you mumbled before taking the call "Hello sheriff?"

"Y/n.. there's been another murder last night.. I'm sorry but I'm gonna need you to come to the police station.."

"Yes sure, I- I'm coming"

"Oh and if you could take Amber with you... she's not answering my calls..."

"U-uh yes she's... having a shower.."

You quickly ended the call, and texted your girlfriend to meet you at a café not far away from the police station so you could arrive together.

Who did she killed this time...? you thought

When she arrived, she gave you a confused look on why you insisted to meet here.

"You didn't receive Sheriff Judy's calls? She wants us to go to the police station"

"But why?"

You didn't say anything and started to walk to the station. You know why...

Once you arrived at the station, Sheriff Judy invited you into a interrogation room.

"I'm sorry but I have to ask you girls, where were you last night?"

"At Amber's" you replied, too quickly

"All night? Did one of you left at one point or..?"

"Why? Are we like.. suspects?" Amber asked

"No but- witnesses saw your group having a quite violent argument with the victim so we have to ask you..."

"Oh... I see.."

"We were together all night long, Sheriff" you said, causing Amber to look at you, trying to hide her surprise

"And... what were you doing?"

"We uh.."

Your cheeks grew red in embarrassment.

"We had sex" Amber said

"And then we took a bath together before going to sleep" you finished

"Do you have any evidences of what you say?"

You sighed and showed her some of the hickeys on the top half of your body.

"These are not bruises, in case you were wondering"

She had a little smile, visibly relieved. She should have believed you, because minutes after you were both out of the station, holding hands.

"You know we weren't together all night long, right..? And we'll get in trouble if they know we lied.." Amber said after a little while

"I know. But I also know that you were stabbing someone to death last night."

She stopped walking, looking at you with wide eyes.

"What...? Baby that's not funny! I would never-"

"Amber." you turned to face her "I found your Ghostface costume under you bed. And the knife you used to... to stab Tara.."

"... why did you lie to the police then..?"

"Because I love you. And I don't want to loose you"

"I-"

"Let's talk about this when we get home, it's not safe here.."

She squeezed your hand slightly before kissing you, whispering a little "I love you so much" against your lips.

Once you were back at her house, she told you everything; how she met Richie, how they planned everything to frame Sam for the murders, how they found out she was Billy Loomis' daughter...

That was a lot to take.

"So... you almost killed Tara because Stab 8 is shit...? And you want to frame Sam for every murder?"

That was not a motive, you knew it. You should really tell the police. But you couldn't. The simple thought of living without her broke your heart.

"I can't say I understand, because I don't... but..." you sighed "Is it bad that I love you so much I want to help you..?"

"No no no no no, you're not putting yourself in danger! I really appreciate you wanting to help me but if something happens to you I will never forgive myself.."

"But I could- I could hack security cameras and other things, provide alibis for you... please I-I can't let you take all the risks..."

"Baby..." she cupped your cheeks "you're not going to give up are you..?"

"No"

She placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"Just- don't put yourself in danger for me, okay?"

You were interrupted by your phone buzzing in you pocket. You looked at your screen.

"It's Sam. She wants us to come at Mindy's"

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"No, we're not doing this Y/n"

"I don't want to do it either, but we have to. I know she's suspecting me. I saw it in the way she looked at me."

"We'll find something else. I refuse to hurt you baby"

You sighed for maybe the 27th time this day.

"I'll be fine, just- avoid any useful organs. And if you don't want to do it, I'll just ask Richie"

"... Fine. But if it goes wrong I swear I-"

"Everything's gonna be alright, don't worry"

You took her hand in your, giving her a reassuring smile. The plan was simple;

Chad asked you to help him find a gift for Liv. You took the opportunity he gave you to plan your own attack. Ghostface would appear out of nowhere, stab you, then hopefully Chad would do something to help you.

As simple as it was, it did not went as planned.

Everything started as you expected, Amber appeared suddenly, chased you into an empty old shop, stabbed you 3 times in "safe areas", and Chad pushed her off you.

It was supposed to end here. He was supposed to help you escape right after that. But he didn't. He checked on you, swore under his breath at the amount of blood you were losing, and looked at Ghostface, who was lying on the ground.

"Hold on, I won't be long I promise" he told you before walking toward the killer

They fought, and to your horror, Chad was winning. He managed to throw the knife away, and was now on top of Ghostface, keeping him on the floor.

You got up painfully, your wounds burning at every move you made. You took the knife and walked toward them, clenching your teeth.

"Yes Y/n! Stab him! Kill this motherfucker!" Chad told you

You were now right next to them, and raised the knife.

You couldn't see his face, but there was no doubt he was shocked when he felt the knife sinking into his back. Amber managed to get out of his grip, as it got weaker.

Chad turned around, to see if it was you or another Ghostface that was attacking him.

You didn't even look at him, and stabbed him again. And again. And again. Until he wasn't moving anymore.

The knife slid out of your hand, before Amber took it as she heard footsteps coming form the right. She turned her voice changer off.

"I'm sorry baby..." she whispered

As someone entered the shop, she stabbed you once more, to be convincing, before running away.

You collapsed next to Chad, in a pool of both his blood and yours, before everything turned black.

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When you woke up at the hospital, you saw a worried Amber next to you, holding your hand, and your friends entering the room. Even Tara was here, in a wheelchair.

"How do you feel..?" she asked

"Not too bad... thanks to the pain killers I guess..."

Your lips curled into a weak smile, which disappeared quickly.

"What about Chad...? Is he alright...?"

Everyone looked down, not saying a word. Tears came to your eyes, blurring your vision. He was dead. You killed him.

Amber rubbed your arm in an attempt to confort you as you whipped your tears away.

"Maybe we should let her alone.."

"Yeah..."

Everyone got up to give you some space. You grabbed your girlfriend's hand before she could leave too.

"You want me to stay..?"

You nodded slowly. She sat beside you on the bed and wrapped her arms around you, as you snuggled up to her. You cried in her arms a little while, until your eyes were all puffy and red.

"It's my fault. I killed him I- shit..." your eyes hurt

"It's okay baby, you didn't mean to kill him, it was an accident"

"No I- I wanted to. I wanted to kill him. All I could think about was.. kill him kill him kill him. Or he will kill her. And it's not even the worst part... I don't feel anything"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't feel bad. I don't care that I killed him."

"Why were you crying then..?"

"I feel bad for not feeling anything... I'm a monster aren't I..?"

"Don't say that! If you didn't-" someone passed next to your room "If you didn't killed him he would've killed me, you said it yourself.. You're everything but a monster.."

"You only say that because I'm your girlfriend.."

"No baby, it's the truth.. You trust me right?"

"... yes..."

"Look at me and tell me you're not a monster"

"..."

"Baby..."

You looked at her.

"I'm not a monster.."

"That's right baby, you're my pretty girl, the nicest and kindest and most beautiful person in the world"

A little smile made its way up to your face, as you felt your face heat up. She smiled back at you before brushing her nose against yours.

A knock at your door made you both look up. It was Richie.

"I uh wanted to know how we would proceed for what's next"

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For the next part of the plan, you could only help from Amber's house, where you lived since you got out of the hospital. You hacked the security system Wes and Judy's house, and then the hospital's.

You felt kinda bad for Tara, she was a good friend and didn't deserved leaving in fear. She should've had a quick death without any pain.

When Amber got back from the hospital, she was euphoric. She didn't kill Tara, but Dewey Riley. You watched her with a little smile as she was jumping everywhere.

When she finally calmed down, you got up and helped her preparing the party, repeating what you had to do.

Once again, simple. And once again, it didn't go as planned.

Like before, it started well; Tara, Sam and Richie arrived at the party looking for Tara's inhaler, Amber took Tara into her room, Richie went "in the basement", and you stayed with Sam.

Richie attacked Mindy, Sam defended her while you try to stop the girl from bleeding too much. Amber and Tara came back, followed by Richie seconds later, and finally Liv entered the room.

"Fuck you Amber. I'm not the fucking killer!"

"I know"

Your girlfriend took Dewey's gun she was hiding behind her back and shot Liv in the head, before turning toward Sam.

"Welcome to act 3"

She tried to shoot her, but Tara pushed her arm, so she missed. You ran away, trying not to blow up your cover, taking a knife in the kitchen.

You then proceed to find Amber, to see what she did with that little fail. You rushed in her room, only to find her taping Tara's mouth.

"You're here" you said

Tara looked at you with pleading eyes, switching between you and the knife you were holding. You were about to break the poor girl's heart.

"Baby, why the knife?"

"To uh protect myself?"

She took a step closer to you, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against her.

"Not from me right?"

"No, not from you my love"

You kissed her with a smile, wrapping your arms around her neck.

"I need to go, see you in a minute baby" she whispered in your ear

She exited the room to set the next part of the plan. You turned your attention to Tara, whose eyes where teary and filled with tears.

"Oh Tara... don't cry sweetheart..." you whipped the tears that rolled down her cheeks "It won't hurt I promise.. we'll end this quickly"

With that, you closed the closet's door and got downstairs, where you met a woman you believed was Sidney Prescott entering the house.

"Put your hands up!"

You did as she told, acting scared.

"I- I didn't do anything please.."

"Why do have a knife?"

"To defend myself! I- there's a fucking killer in this house I don't want to die!"

Suddenly, her phone rung. She picked up. It seemed to be one of the Ghostface. She showed you the garden, mouthing "Gale" silently.

She made you move out of the way as she went upstairs, still on the phone with one of the killers, while you went outside to find Gale Weathers lying in the grass.

"Are you alive?" you asked

"No I'm dead. Of course I'm alive"

Even hurt she was sarcastic, she seemed to be okay.

"Sorry, that was a dumb question, but "are you okay" was too so I didn't know what to say"

You helped her standing up, taking the gun she had next to her and placing it between your belt and your jean, before you heard a loud noise coming from inside.

She tried to walk toward the house, but was forced to stop when you stabbed her.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you go in there yet. But don't worry you'll see your friend before the end"

You waited until Amber got out of the house to tell you you could bring Gale in, which you did. Then, Amber and Richie made their speech about their plan and everything, before your girlfriend went upstairs to find Tara.

"She's not there!" you heard her yell

You looked at Richie.

"What do you mean she's not there?" he replied, before Sam throw herself at him, pushing him on the floor

He chased her as she escaped the room. You were alone with the two remaining originals.

"Fuck" you whispered

You clearly couldn't handle both on your own, so when they started moving at the same time, you rushed to Sidney, as you considered she was a bigger threat.

You stabbed her in the stomach, not far away from her other wound. She kicked you as a payback, re opening one of your own wounds, before you felt a sharp pain in your back as a blade sunk into your skin.

You were trapped between the two, incapable of moving even the slightest.

"I think that's mine" Gale said, taking the gun out of your belt

Shit shit shit! you thought.

Two gunshot were heard, and you felt a sharp pain in your leg. You tried your best to get the fuck away from the women, and as you did so, you heard a familiar voice

"No one touches my girlfriend you bitch."

The next five minutes were a little blurry for you because of the blood you were losing. When you regained plain consciousness, Sidney was hitting Amber with a hand sanitizer bottle.

"Fucking hand sanitizer?!" you heard your girlfriend say

You got up quietly and sneaked behind the women, before stabbing Sidney in the neck, under Gale's horrified look. Amber took this opportunity to take the woman's gun and shot her in the head, like she did for Liv.

Richie suddenly burst into the room, covered in blood.

"I got Sam, but I don't know where Tara is!"

"Right here dickhead."

That was Tara, raising a gun and shooting Richie in the chest. He shot her too, in the head. A painless death, like you promised. You heart still ached a little at the thought of your friend.

You sighed in relief. Everything was over. Everyone was dead. You could finally call the police and an ambulance.

But to your surprise, Richie turned over and pointed his gun right at you, ready to shoot. Fortunately, Amber saw him too, and shot him before he could hurt you.

You let yourself sink onto the floor.

"Is it over...? Or someone else will try to kill us..?"

"I think it's over.."

She sat next to you.

"Now we just have to call 911 and tell the police Sam went nuts and she and Richie tried to kill everyone.."

She soon did as she said, but quickly got back on the floor with you. You were both bleeding a lot, especially you, but your life wasn't in danger.

She took your hand in hers, rubbing little circles on it with her thumb.

"We made it.." her lips turned into a weak smile "I love you so much baby.."

[chaotic-on-main]

Sunrise | ModernAU One-Shot

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ best friends to lovers, parental emotional abuse, FLUFF, slight hurt/comfort

☾ A/N ➼ This might be a little self indulgent, but I hope y'all like it anyways. The things the mom said may or may not be things my mother has said to me. I'm okay, before anyone asks lol. I hope this is comforting to others out there. Love you guys! Time to start of June's outline. :3

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.2k

text convo made by @humanitys-strongest-bamf <3

Your silver sedan sits in the street in front of Levi’s apartment, headlights glowing on the other cars around you. Soft rock plays through the speakers as you drum your fingers on the steering wheel in impatience, the vibrant blue console lights lighting up your face. You had sent him a ‘here!’ which was left on read, meaning he was still up but still nowhere in sight. Maybe he couldn’t find his shoes? No, that wasn’t like him. He has a cubby by the door for them, which he kept immaculate. Just as you were going through other impossible scenarios, there’s a sharp knock on the passenger door that makes you jump. It’s Levi, double fisting two teas in to-go cups as you requested.

“Will you get the door, dumbass? My hands are full.” You hear muffled through the glass. It takes a bit of strain, but you lean over to unlatch the door and push it so Levi can kick it open with the tip of his shoe carefully. The internal lights pop on, blinding you momentarily but when your vision adjusts, you see Levi extending a long-sleeved arm to you with your drink.

“You remembered!” You exclaim, grabbing the warm cup from him so he can place his own down in the cup holder before sliding himself in the seat next to you.

“You asked for it.” He grumbles as he buckles himself in and then stares over at you, deadpan. His eyes widen a bit as he takes in the sight of you. "Is that my sweater?" You were indeed wearing Levi's thick, gray turtleneck. His favorite one, at that. You notice he says nothing about the red puffiness around your eyes.

“Well hello to you too, grumpy.” You smirk over at him as you take a careful sip of your tea, ignoring his question and relishing the flavors that Levi chose. It’s a blend that Levi had made special for you a while back, strong and smooth and a little fruity. Levi wasn’t a fan of it, but you loved it - for more reasons than you wouldn’t dare say.

“I’m not grumpy. And I’ve been looking for that all week. I’ll take it from you by force if I have to.”

“Mmm, kinky.” He scoffs but says nothing, looking away. You shift in your seat so you're facing him, linking your fingers together and resting your chin on them as you stare over at him. He gives you a side-eye, then a scowl.

"I am not driving, forget it." Levi snaps at you.

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“So, what was it this time?” Levi mutters over to you from the driver’s side. He has the window down, hair wind-swept as he stares out into the very early morning darkness. His index finger taps on the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing in the background.

“Hm?” You don't bother looking over you as you speak. You have your arms placed up on the door with your head resting on them, your face lighting up every couple seconds from the glow of the passing street lights.

“What kept you awake this time?” You think for a moment about how you want to word what made your heart ache today. Even after 17 years of friendship, you still struggle with talking about your feelings with him. An emotional disconnection you’ve had since before you met him so long ago. He understood though and never asked, which is why he sat so patiently while you pieced together your thoughts. Nothing coherent came to mind, though.

“I don't…" You trail off, clearing your throat in discomfort. You bring your hand to your mouth and start chewing on your thumbnail.

"…know how to word it?" Levi finishes for you. As always, he was so good at reading you.

"Look at you finishing my sentences. You know, the whole friend group thinks we're secretly dating. Hange even has a bet."

"Oh yeah? What did shitty-glasses wager on this one?” Levi quips without missing a beat. He rolls to a stop at a four-way and takes this time to give you a full exasperated stare.

"Something about cleaning Miche's and Nanaba's shared apartment if they lost.“ You laugh before taking another sip of your tea. It's sweetened just the way you like it. Levi is great at remembering the little things like that.

“Tch. Then they better start cleaning.” Levi grumbles as he pushes down on the gas pedal gently. Levi didn't press, but you knew the conversation was well from over. He would never tell you, but he always wanted to know what was on your mind, especially when you were this upset. To you, however, he didn't need to. His quick glances at you every other stoplight told you enough how present he is for you, and always would be.

You stick your head out the window and smile at the warm breeze against your face. When you stare up at the sky, your vision is filled with pale stars and a bright moon. A couple clouds float by, lit up from the moonlight. It really is a perfect right for a drive.

"Do we have a destination in mind?" He turns the volume dial up a bit, the same soft rock from before now at a moderate level. You wouldn't mind it being louder, but with Levi's question now lingering in the air, skull shaking volume would have to wait.

"I don't, actually. I was hoping you’d just drive and see where it takes us." You give him a huge grin and a finger gun, and Levi just snorts in response.

"Alright then. Let's see where this takes us."

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Around an hour and half later, Levi and you find yourselves still in the car on a gentle incline. You have no idea where Levi was taking you but now with the faint light of the early morning, you can see you're somewhere with lots of trees. Both of you are far from tired, disposable cups now empty. You’ve been staring at Levi for the last ten minutes with glazed eyes as your mind wanders. His voice snaps you back.

“Before you say anything about the eye bags, just know you’re part of the problem.” He says dryly with pursed lips.

“Pfft, your sleep problems are yours and yours alone.” You roll your eyes at that, but you can’t hold back your smile. The car slows down before turning off on a dirt path to your left. It’s still quite dark from the canopy of leaves above, so your view is limited to what the headlights illuminate.

“Oh, is this the day? You’re finally going to murder me and dispose of my body in the forest where it belongs?? What is it, head bludgeoning or a gunshot?” You feign an excited tone, wide eyes and toothy grin to accentuate it.

“Trust me. When I get rid of you, it’ll be much more thrilling than either of those.”

“Boo.” You stick your tongue out and pout.

Levi rolls the car down the path slowly, keeping his eye out for anything that might be in the way. It was relatively safe with only fallen leaves and small twigs littering the road. There’s a light at the end of it and after a moment, the car breaks through and then Levi puts the car in park. Your breath is taken away in a mere second.

You unfasten your seat belt and throw yourself out of the car quickly. Not bothering to shut the door behind you, you run over to the edge of the cliff that you find yourself on. You’re not sure how high up you are but it’s a considerable distance because the trees that litter the valley beneath you are quite small. It’s all green, broken up by a wide river that you suspect is the very same one that cuts through town. A layer of low fog weaves through the whole valley, and you imagine how pretty the morning dew must be from it. On the horizon, you see the beginning of pinks and oranges start to paint the sky. The sun is about to break.

Raising your hands above your head, you scream with exhilaration. A warm gust of wind blows against your face, throwing your hair back and tangling in the breeze. This was the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen, you think.

“Levi Ackerman, you jerk! How could you keep something like this from me!?” You yell as you turn around quickly, meeting his stormy gray eyes. He’s staring at you with a lopsided smile while he leans against the driver’s side door, arms and legs crossed.

“I can’t let you in on all of my secrets. That’s just not fair.” He shrugs with nonchalance.

“Does almost two decades of friendship mean nothing to you?” You smirk over at him.

Levi makes his way to the hood of the car and sits back on it, patting the spot next to him for you. You raise your eyebrow at him but amble over to him anyways before pulling yourself up as well. Your legs curl up under you as you cross them, noting the metal underneath you bending more than you’d like. Whatever, your car is on its last leg anyways.

You both sit in silence for a moment. Birds chirp and sing behind you in the trees, the rustling of the leaves signifies the start of their early morning routines. The sun still hasn’t made an appearance, and you gauge it’ll probably be another fifteen or so minutes until it wakes up for the day.

“So. What happened?” Levi pipes up next to you. When you twist your head to look at him, you notice a softness in his eyes; a look he reserves for when it’s just you and him. Pulling your legs up to your chest, you rest your cheek against your knee as you continue to watch Levi.

“My mother called me again.” You frown a little, now matching the one Levi points your way.

“You answered, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. I told myself not to but then I got worried that maybe something happened. So, I picked it up. It started off okay…” You trail off as you reposition your head so that you are now resting your chin in the crook of where your knees met. The oranges and pinks glow brighter with every passing second.

“What did she say this time?” he asks gently.

“Oh, the usual. ‘You know how I feel about quitters’ and ‘it makes me sad to see your wasted potential’ then ended it with something along the lines of ‘being selfish’.” You laugh sardonically at that, heavy bitterness seeping into your tone.

“You know better than to-“

“Than to answer I know.” You snap. You continue to stare at an invisible airplane in the distance. The wind starts stinging your eyes, or was it tears? You blink hard to get whatever it was out.

“- than to believe any of that shit.” Levi retorts. He shifts next to you, the groaning of the metal underneath you both breaking up the momentary silence.

“I know, and it’s just so frustrating that it still gets under my skin. It’s been years since I’ve left. You’d think I’d be over it by now.” Your voice gives you away with a crack. You sniffle and rub your eyes with the sleeves of Levi’s sweater. Your tears leave dark marks against the gray. Levi mumbles your name, and you sit up and turn your head back to him. He just stares at you with his lips parted, thinking of what he wanted to say.

“Healing isn’t linear, nor is it clean. It’s going to have its moments where you feel like you’re falling back and it’s becoming too loud and chaotic. But you are healing, you need to be patient with yourself.” He says over to you gently, before bumping against your shoulder with his own affectionately. He’s a lot closer than you thought he was. “And don’t answer her calls anymore.” You continue to stare at him, this time in wonder.

“Hey Levi?” You ask softly.

“Hm?”

“You know you’re my best friend, right?”

This time Levi stares at you, but with what you’re not sure. You don’t get a moment to think as Levi leans into you, slowly. His lips linger across from yours, as if waiting for you to pull away. You don’t. Pushing yourself into him, your lips meet his and they’re so soft against yours. It starts off gentle, but then the kiss deepens as he moves his arm in a way to hold you closer to him. He tastes like bitter tea leaves and sweet honey. The sun breaks over the horizon, pale yellow now lighting up the surroundings.

When you both pull away, you notice a pink flush burning into his cheeks as he stares over at you. A laugh escapes you, loud and chest deep. A small smile tugs at his lips as he watches you. The way the early morning sun hits his face, you want it ingrained in your brain.

You grab his shirt and pull him back into another kiss, smiling into it as you do.

“Don’t tell Hange, I still want to watch them clean.” Levi mumbles against your mouth.

This moment, right here. You wanted to stay forever, you think.

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Smart Guys

Spencer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N bumps into Reid at work. Literally. She spills water all over him and has to dry him off, but don't worry, she was able to make it up to him, unfortunately someone else stumbles upon Y/N helping Spencer...

Warnings: Smut, public sex, oral sex male receiving, sex without protection, getting caught during sex, dirty talk, talk of masturbation, riding, penetration, handjob, Fem!reader, sub!reid, switch!reader.

Words: 2.13k

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Spencer and I were friends. That's all. I mean, maybe. I couldn't truthfully say that I had never thought about me and him being something more than work friends, because I had, a lot. Sometimes I would catch him staring at me in our meetings or really whenever we were in the same room as the other. I would look up and he would look away and his cheeks would burn red, it was really cute. Derek would always tease him for not knowing anything about girls, but something about him enchanted me. I swear, you might think nerds aren't good at sex, but it's always the smart guys.

Spencer was sitting at his desk in deep thought when I snapped out of my thoughts and tried to get back to work. Mostly I was watching him as I sifted through files and photos on my computer, cause he was fun to watch. When deep in thought, he would prop his head up on his fists and stare at the ceiling. I left him like that for about a minute before intruding. "Reid," I whispered. His head instantly snapped down to mine. He had really good hearing. "Hm?" He looked a little dazed, tired. "Whatcha thinking about?" I asked, tilting my head to the side a bit. he shrugged. "Just a case from a long time ago." I could tell he was lying by the faraway look in his eyes, but I didn't nudge him anymore, I wasn't going to pressure him into telling me anything. 

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I worked with Garcia in her office for about an hour after talking with Reid. I still couldn't get him out of my mind, or what he didn't want to tell me. Garcia wiped the sweat off of her forehead. "Ugh, I love my office, but it gets hot so easily." She groaned. "I'll get you some water," I said. I was already on my way before she could accept my offer. I had been going stir-crazy in there, sitting still in the humid air of her office. 

I stood at the water dispenser filling up two cups of ice water in the lounge. I took a big sip of mine and then set it back down to fill it back to the top again. Derek was in the corner and laughed. "Thirsty are we?" I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I am actually." 

With a cup in each hand, I began to make my way back to Garcia's office. I rounded the corner and bumped into someone. My face collided with their chest as the water soaked them. I pulled away, mortified. Upon seeing their face I became even more mortified. It was Spencer. Spencer Reid. He was soaking wet from head to toe. "I- I'm so sorry Spencer." I stuttered. He shook his head. "It's okay." I looked him up and down, at the mess I had made. His hair was smooth and shiny, and his dress shirt clung to him. His muscles, which I never knew existed, were outlined. I tried to tear my eyes away but I just couldn't. God, I thought he was hot before.. 

He saw me looking and blushed. I choked on my words. "Uh, follow me, I'll get you a towel." He obeyed and followed me into the supply closet. The door swung shut behind us and he followed me to the back. My face was beet red as I started gently drying him off with the towel. "No- Y- You don't have to." He murmured. "No, please let me." I said. He didn't put up any fight after that. I started With his hair. He looked so cute when it was wet and for a moment I started to smile but I quickly hid it away. Spencer awkwardly looked at the floor as I moved down to his chest. I touched him as gently as possible. I wanted so badly to just reach out and run my hand across his muscles, but I managed to keep my hands to myself for the time being.

I got on my knees as I began to do the part I dreaded the most, his pants. I looked up at him. He was beet red and I think I might have been too. He looked away quickly. "Can, I?" I asked softly. He nodded. I softly rubbed the towel on the upper part of his pants. My face was so close to him if someone had walked in they would have definitely gotten the wrong idea. He was looking to the side and as I rubbed off spots closer to his crotch he got fidgety and kept messing with the rim of his pants. I knew exactly what was going on. I smiled to myself but decided to act oblivious because I didn't want him to think what I was about to do was on purpose.

I pretended to drop the towel and moved my hand from his chest to right above his obviously hardening member to steady myself as I picked it up. As i got back into position I let my hand slide down his clothed cock. "Hm-" He hummed. I looked up at him for a moment. He was biting his lip and looking down at me. For one of the first times since I'd known Spencer I broke eye contact before he did. I pretended like I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew what I did had an affect on him, I could see it in his eyes. He was so needy. Needy for me.

I stood up and looked at him. We were almost eye to eye, but he was a little bit taller than me. "All good." I said, smiling at him. "All good." He repeated, his voice low. He was looking at me like a man starved. God, you would think nerds like Spencer would sort of be prudes, but he was the male equivalent of a slut. I tilted my head to the side, wondering to myself if I should make the first move. I thought about it for a few seconds before leaning in and kissing him softly on the lips, we both knew that he would be too shy to make the first move.

He was frozen for a few seconds, but soon he got ahold of himself and started to slowly kiss me back. I had my arms wrapped around his neck and his hands were on my back, then slowly slid down onto my waist as the kiss got more heated. We broke the kiss for a moment to catch our breath. I looked him straight in the eyes. "Do you want this Spencer?" I asked through my deep breaths. He nodded. "Y- Yes." He choked out. "But, I don't think I'll be any good." He said. I smiled. "It's okay, Spence, I'll walk you through it."

I dropped to my knees, I thought I might as well get him ready before straight off letting him fuck me. I looked up for consent before unbuckling his belt and letting his pants drop to his ankles. He reached down and rubbed palmed himself through his boxers a bit before letting me take over. "You touch yourself often?" I asked as I slid his boxers down. "Uh, yeah sometimes." He stuttered. I placed my hand around his shaft, he sharply inhaled. "Your hands are cold." He whispered. I giggled and started to slowly moved my hand up and down his member. "So, what do you do when you touch yourself?" I asked. He let out a small moan. "Uh, I find a good video on Pornhub, and then I'll-" He let out a soft groan, "And I'll start jerking off and thinking that I'm the guy in the video until- until I cum." I smiled, he was already hard. I kissed his tip which made him inhale sharply once more. "And what about the girl? Do you ever imagine anything about the girl?" I asked. I kind of already knew the answer, I saw the way he looked at me, I just wanted to hear him say it. "I- uh, I just imagine she's you." He said, barely above a whisper. I smiled, "Oh yeah?" I had thought about spencer when pleasuring myself before too, I remember countless nights moaning his name in my apartment, imagining him filling the room with his soft moans and then filling me with himself. I tightened around nothing as I thought about it. 

Spencer was hard, but not there yet. I placed my lips on the tip of his dick and licked it before pushing the whole head inside of my mouth. "Fuck-" He moaned softly. As I got faster he put his hand on my head and leaned against the wall, struggling to keep quiet as he pushed my head onto him more and more. All his little moans and whimpers were so hot I was already wet. "A- almost." He choked out. I stopped. He looked at me in disappointment, I could tell he was close. "If you're going to cum you're going to cum inside me Spencer." I said, standing up and kissing him softly.

Spencer gently grabbed me by the hips and guided me to a counter which he promptly bent me over. I would have asked for some time to get myself ready, but I was already wet enough, the only thing I needed was him inside me. "You ready?" He asked. "Please Spencer," I begged. "I need you inside me." At that he pulled my skirt up over my ass and pulled my panties down. I felt his dick prodding at my entrance before he slid it up and down my folds. I let out a small moan, closing my eyes. I felt himself lining up with my entrance again before slowly pushing his head inside. "Fuck-" He breathed. I bit my lip as he started slowly pushing the rest of him inside me. When he was fully in he sat there for a moment. "Please move Spencer." I begged. He did as he was told and started moving back and forth. "Ngh-" He grunted as he thrust a bit harder. "Ugh!" I moaned. Spencer got faster and faster and harder and harder. I couldn't keep in my moans and I didn't try to either. "Fuck Spence!" I screamed as he thrust hard into me. "God, you feel so good. Fucking buttery soft-" He moaned. He trust in again and pulled my shirt down exposing my breasts. He grabbed them and squeezed them, letting out a big breath. I could tell he was getting tired. "Want me to ride you?" I asked. He nodded and pulled out, precum leaking from his tip. He grabbed a chair and pulled it to the middle of the room and sat down on it. I lowered myself onto him, letting out a moan. I started moving up and down slowly, my eyes closed and mouth open. It felt so damn good. He rested his hands on my ass and grabbed at it and slapped it as I went faster. I bounced up and down on his dick moaning louder than before. "Fuck! Ugh!" I groaned. He watched mesmerized as my tits swung in his face. I could tell he was close and I was too. "A- Almost there he groaned." 

Before I could say anything the door was swung open and Rossi was standing at the doorway looking at us. I looked him in the eyes as I continued to bounce up and down, moaning loud enough for the sound to travel down the halls and into other offices. He was frozen. I felt my walls tightening around Spencer as he dug his nails into my back. We both came as Rossi watched us before he came to his senses and left. Me and Spencer sat in each others arms for a while, him still inside of me. We were breathing deep and both of us were sweating. Suddenly I stood up, kissing him on the lips as I begun hurriedly putting on my clothes. "I'm sorry Spence, Garcia is waiting for me."

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Sleep Mode (Without the Buttons)

Happy (late TvT) birthday to @starrysupercell! I wrote a Barley x Ash ficlet for my wonderful tumblr pal, but it's a bit short for ao3, so I figured I'd post it here!

Context: I have a little story brewing in my head, about Barley accidentally making a wish around Gene and becoming human for a bit! This is the first time he ever goes to sleep as a human. (I might post more about human Barley sometime in the future, but for now, this is all I have XD).

Enjoy!

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Ash knows what it's like to share a bed with a warm body.

Several warm bodies, even, what with the way his parents crammed him and his siblings into one room back when he was a wee lad.

But none of them were Barley.

And none of them were as fidgety as Barley.

"Bon?" he finally says as Barley rolls over for the fourth time in just as many minutes. "If ye ain't comfy I can sleep on the couch."

"Ah, no. It's fine," comes the hushed reply. From the sound of Barley's voice, he's facing away from him again.

Ash gives a non-committal hum in response, sliding an arm under his pillow as he gets settled again.

"I just feel like I'm doing it wrong."

"Hn?" It takes a moment for his bleary mind to process. "...Sleepin'?"

"Yes! I don't know what I could be missing. I'm worn out from the workday, I'm wearing comfortable sleepwear, I've even been trying to close my eyes and keep still." Ash feels a shift in the bed as Barley adjusts himself. "But I still don't feel any closer to falling asleep."

"Yeah? Well—" Ash stifles a yawn. "You're nae doin' anythin' wrong, f'that's all yer worried aboot."

"No?"

"No. Sometimes ye just dinnae fall asleep." Ash sighs.

"Oh," Barley whispers. "That's..."

"Bloody annoyin'? A pain in the arse?" He snorts.

"I was going to say inconvenient. But I suppose you're correct as well," Barley chuckles quietly.

"Hm."

The two of them fall silent for a moment.

"Is that something that happens to you often?" Barley pipes up again.

"Hm?"

"Not being able to sleep."

"Ah. Well." It's something Ash is all too familiar with. "Depends on how ye mean it. Sometimes I dinnae sleep till late coz I have more mess t'clean up than usual. Sometimes I dinnae sleep coz I just can't. Like you, right now. So, somewhat, I guess."

"Oh."

Ash can't tell what Barley's thinking. "S'not terrible. I make do with what I get."

"I suppose you do."

"...Mm." The bed creaks as Ash rolls over to stare at the ceiling. "But don't use me as an example of how ye should be taking care of yerself. I'm a terrible example."

Barley doesn't respond.

Ash turns his head.

In the darkness, he can just barely make out the outline of Barley's narrow shoulders.

If Ash really looked, he'd probably be able to see them rise and fall as he breathes. He'd probably be able to feel it, if he pressed a hand against his back. But the warmth settling under the covers with them is already more than enough, so Ash looks away, and settles for pulling his sheets a bit snugger around himself.

"You're not so terrible," Barley says, just as Ash thinks the conversation must have ended. "It's not as simple as I thought it'd be."

Ash blinks. "...Falling asleep?"

"Taking care of yourself, I mean. Being human at all is— it's—" Barley seems to cut himself off. "I'm sorry, I must be keeping you up, maybe I should move to the couch instead—"

"Bon."

Barley stops.

"C'mere." Ash rolls over, scooting over to loop his arms around his waist and pull him close. Barley makes a soft, surprised noise as he does. "S'this alright, Bon?"

He shifts a bit, but settles quick.

"Um, I— this... yes. Yes, more than alright."

Ash feels a hand cover his.

"Mm. Good." Barley smells like his soap. It suits him, because everything does. "Bein' human's a right chore sometimes. But it's not so bad. We're good at chores, you n' I."

"...We are, aren't we?" This close, Ash can hear the smile in his voice.

"We are," he affirms. "Now stop thinkin' so hard. I can hear it from out here."

That gets a snicker out of Barley, and Ash can feel the tension bleed from his shoulders as he finally relaxes.

"You ask the impossible of me, dear," Barley sighs. "But for you I will try. Goodnight, Ash."

"G'night, Bon. Sleep well."

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3k words of smut for my nightmare inspired AU where MC temporarily stays in a cathedral with Asmo (they are the only one who can see him) and during their stay they start to befriend a priest i outlined everything in different post

this is like 99% focused on MC and Asmo though :] reader is referred to as MC, theyre gender neutral and afab

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"Asmodeus please don't play with me right now."

Your heart really couldn't take false hope right now. You truly liked the lusty demon, and you couldn't control these seemingly foolish feelings. 

"I'm not! Why would I joke about something like this?"

The bed creaks underneath you as you shrink in on yourself.

Asmo gives you a look of distress as he realizes just how anxious you really are. "MC I know I might have a bit of a reputation, but I would never take you or your feelings lightly. You're really important to me!"

Your brows raise. 

"I'm in love with you, and I can prove it if you'll let me."

You stare at him surprised. The usual air about Asmo you were accustomed to was nowhere to be found and was instead replaced by one much more serious. One that you had not been exposed to before.

"You don't need to prove anything. I didn’t expect this…” It takes a moment but you gather the rest of your words. ”I honestly was just trying to confess to get closure. And I guess I was so nervous I reacted poorly when it didn’t go the way I thought it would."

"Ehh really? I thought I was pretty forward though…"

"Asmo you're forward in general."

You scoot closer to him and put your hands on his shoulder. You're so relieved you break into a grin. "But let's start over okay?"

Your hands move to his cheeks, and he gives you one of the softest smiles you've ever seen. It feels as if he has a literal grip on your heart.

"Asmo?"

"Hm?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

You lean forward and press your lips against his. It was quick and innocent, but you go in for another realizing you want more. Asmo takes the chance to wrap an arm around your neck and deepen your second kiss. And it doesn't take long for his tongue to make its way into your mouth. You sigh from the feeling but start to regret it once you realize he wasn't giving you much room to breathe. 

When you finally pull back to take a breath, Asmo immediately starts pressing kisses against your cheeks. 

You giggle, “Jeez Asmo, save some for later.”

“Not sorry. There’s so much time to make up for honey." He presses another kiss to your chin and stays close, dropping his voice. “In fact, if you want we could do more…”

You nod wordlessly.

Asmo continues his onslaught and once he’s happy with your face, he trails kisses to the crook of your neck. He unbuttons the front of your shirt as he continues down your chest.

And without thinking, one of your hands finds its way onto his horn.

"Hmm, don't be too handsy up there MC."

He presses you back against the bed and enthusiastically starts to strip you of your clothes.

"We can explore that idea another day, but for now--"

He pulls your undergarments down your legs and smiles satisfied at how wet you already are.

"You look cute on your back just like this~" 

He starts to shed his own clothes next. As more skin is revealed your eyes take in every inch. You'd never actually seen him fully naked before so you couldn't help the growing anticipation. 

"Am I getting you excited hon?" Asmo observes you closely too.

You press your foot against his leg. "Y-Your pants..." His cock strains against them.

Asmo smiles and unbuttons his (unconventional) slacks and pulls them down with his briefs to reveal himself to you.

His flushed cock stands erect, and any nerves you might have felt are wiped away. Seeing him exposed with nothing to hide his excitement had your pussy craving to be filled. But Asmo wasn't in a rush.

"Staring at me like that might drive me crazy." He rubs your thighs before spreading them. 

Asmo’s lithe fingers trace against your slit while he strokes himself. "It looks like your body’s yearning for me." Your legs twitch as one of his fingers catches on your entrance. "Specifically here."

The demon's hands trace up your sides to rest on your chest. 

“But I’ll start here,” he purrs.

You groan partially in frustration.

After kissing and licking his way down your collar, he takes your right nipple between his lips while rolling the other with his fingers. 

Your face heats and your brows furrow watching him shamelessly play with your chest. He looks up smiling as he continues his actions.

He teases you a little more before finally making his way down your torso, lower and lower. His thumbs massage your hips, and then he drags his hands to your knees as he moves down between your legs.

You feel his breath against you and you tremble. You close your eyes and put your hand to your head. Your body felt too hot.

A moment passes.

Why was he not doing anything?

You look down at Asmo and he looks a bit dazed staring at your pussy.

"MC…"

Before you can respond, his tongue is on your folds.

Caught off guard, your legs try to clamp shut but Asmo keeps them firmly in place. His eyes stay on yours as he licks you from entrance to clit. You grab the bed sheets as he tongues your entrance.

He pulls your labia back and you're fighting a losing battle to keep still as he flicks his tongue against your clit. The warmth pooling in your lower stomach was quickly becoming too much.

His other hand squeezes your inner thigh to spread you wider. 

You can no longer keep your noises down and you're sure Asmo is saying something but you're barely listening. You feel his fingers press through your twitching entrance and you cry out knowing what's coming next.

You tense and your toes curl as you buck against Asmo's mouth. 

"F-Fuck…too…quick…"

You go limp on the bed. 

Asmo being pleased with your current state hums. "Perfect ❤️"

He sits up and you watch as he holds his cock. He lines the head against your slit and you're truly ready for him. 

But nothing is happening again. Other than him watching you squirm.

"Asmo please for the love of God--"

"Tsk tsk saying the lord's name in vain. Not very ‘God-honoring’ of you MC."

"That's not even how that works and you know it!"

“Shhh there's no rush darling. We have all night and didn’t you just cum? Last time I checked, humans have a refractory period.”

He leans over your body to place a kiss on your lips, and you bring your arms around his neck.

“I just want to feel you right away is all…”

Asmo’s gaze softens, “Oh darling, you're so sweet I almost wanna eat you up."

"I hope you don't mean that literally."

"I hope so too…"

You raise a brow.

Asmo rests his weight fully against you and gives you a much more fervent kiss. After he pulls away, he brushes his nose against your cheek.

“...I’ve wanted you for so long I almost don’t know how to act right now. Do you feel the same?”

He slowly pushes his hips forward, sliding into you inch by inch. 

You nod not trusting your voice.

Once he bottoms out you sigh in relief. 

You wouldn't outright admit it, but you'd been craving this intimacy for a long while. Way before your stay at the cathedral. And not only physically but emotionally too. You wanted Asmo fully, flaws and all.

"I'm so glad MC."

You begin to fully relax underneath your demon as he begins to move. His attention fully on you. 

Asmo was prone to staring very intently at you and you had gotten used to it over the years. But in this moment you almost want to look away. He takes in every aspect of your face, every line, every movement through half lidded eyes.

Your brows furrow feeling like he was looking through your very being. 

But it felt scarily…intoxicating?

“What’s wrong MC? Falling too deeply for me?”

He gives you a particularly hard thrust, smiling away.

“I--I…” You struggle to form a coherent thought. Everything felt too good right now. Too quickly. Was this normal?

You feel that warmth in your gut ready to overflow again and you pull Asmo tighter against you.

"Oh, gonna cum already hon? Better be careful, someone might hear."

Right after saying that he begins to rub at your sensitive clit with the intent to push you over the edge.

"Hnn, you're....s-so--" You babble. Your body tenses before you can finish your statement and you come while Asmo continues to thrust into you. You do your best to keep your voice down and cover your mouth but you're not sure if it helps.

It takes you a moment to come down but you do just in time to witness him finishing inside you. He presses his hips snug against you and he moans out your name. You feel him twitching in you and then there's warmth as he cries out in pleasure right next to your ear.

He presses a kiss to your lips and pulls out. And you immediately feel his seed dripping from your hole.

I’m gonna have to wash these sheets…

Asmo stays on top of  you with a cute satisfied expression, his wings languidly flapping, and you immediately forget about the sheets.

You turn away to look at the ceiling and bring your hand to cover your eyes. It honestly wasn't fair. Even in his disheveled state he still looks good. Of course he did. It made you wonder why he was so particular about how his hair sat if he looked like this with it messy.

As if Asmo can read your mind, he laughs. You look at him through your fingers and he sticks his tongue out at you.

You sigh, breaking the comfortable silence when you become extremely aware of the situation.

"I never imagined we'd have sex for the first time in a cathedral. Totally not going to heaven haha..." you say.

"Don't worry, I'll be waiting in hell for you dear ❤"

Your eyes widen. You didn't know whether to be endeared or worried.

"Asmo it was a joke..."

-------------

An unintelligible form was wrapped tightly around your form as you slept.

Its bright cloying eyes bored into me unblinking from the dark. Knowing and watching my presence. 

Whatever it was hadn't harmed you yet but who knew when that would change. But this evil would definitely not leave your side without a fight.

-------------

Somehow Asmo had become endlessly touch starved. Always hanging off of you when you least expect it.

There were times you had to move him off so you could finish your work. During one of these times a cathedral patron saw you mid shimmy while trying to get Asmo's arms off your shoulder. You played it off the best you could but you're sure they were still weirded out.

And now was going to be another one of these moments apparently.

"If you're bored, leave," you say under your breath.

Asmo sighs. "But it's so boring without you in the room..."

You don't bother giving him a response. You didn't mean go back to your (shared?) room, but for him to go back home to his brothers. At least until you were done with this.

You'd promise to sit in for the sermon for the priest to be nice really. It wasn't going to be that long but apparently for Asmo it felt like a century.

Luckily you sat in the back away from the few people who showed up on this rainy, dreary day so you could deal with him.

He sighs and leans against you. But then you then feel a hand resting on your knee.

"Really?"

"Yes~"

You side eye him but at the same time you're interested in where this will go so you let him continue. You move your eyes back forward to the priest.

His hand trails up before he squeezes your inner thigh. His fingers then press intently between your legs to massage you through your clothing. And without thinking your legs spread to allow him better access.

Asmo's fangs peak past his smile.

You wring your hands in your lap trying to keep your breathing even. This shouldn't be enough to get you like this, but the situation already has your eyes fluttering.

"You're so naughty enjoying this as much as you are."

Asmo’s sickeningly sweet tone is in your ear and it was so so distracting. You draw in a shuddering breath in an attempt to keep your composure and whisper his name.

Suddenly the priest manages to lock eyes with you and just as quickly you look away.

Finally, you grab Asmo's hand. If you let him keep going you might really bring unwanted attention to yourself.

"Aww. I just started though."

You don't respond knowing the priest might still be looking your way. You feel your face heating from shame instead of arousal. What were you doing?

Asmo studies you for a moment before straightening up next to you. You look over due to the movement and see him staring directly at the priest. 

And you swear that he was staring right back.

But before you can be sure the priest is continuing his sermon as usual.

-------------

“Asmodeus what's wrong?”

"Ah, I can tell you're serious cause you're using my full name..." There's a crease between his perfectly manicured brows as he plays with the end of his fringe.

Somehow things had gotten a bit more complicated between you two. You feared this after moving your relationship from purely platonic, but right now you feel there’s more to it than just generic relationship problems.

You stare silently waiting. 

"It's nothing MC! You're worrying too much."

"But--"

You hear something at the end of the hall and turn to see someone walking this way. You let your sentence die and quickly walk to your destination in silence, nervous that you might have been seen talking to "yourself".

By the time you calm down you realize Asmo wasn't following you like you expected.

-------------

"Ah~!"

Asmo lays on his front pressing his ass out for you. 

"You're too loud…"

He tightens around your fingers. His face was completely flushed from being played with so long.

You sigh and rest your head against his lower back. Your fingers lazily move in and out of him.

"I w-wish I bought my toys. Then I could really make some noise in here." You feel him shudder as you place a kiss to the divot on his lower back.

"Absolutely not. God forbid someone finds them here." You knew sometimes the priest would come through here (according to Asmo). And with your luck it would definitely happen so your hands would have to do until you found a different place to stay.

You curl your fingers while using your other hand to stroke his cock.

Asmo whines and thrusts against your hand. "MC it's not enough, suck me please."

"Why should I? You've been a menace the last several days."

"Menace? That's a really mean way to describe me! And you haven't properly touched me this whole week! So it's deserved."

You internally roll your eyes and suddenly press your fingers into his prostate before removing them. He jolts and you move him onto his back.

With little time for him to catch his bearings, you take his cock in your mouth.

Asmo quickly collects himself, and you feel his fingers at the nape of your neck. His nails lightly dig into your skin.

He stares down at you, laid against your pillows. "That's more like it. I love it when you're like this."

'Like this' as in rough or as in between his legs? Maybe it was both or something else entirely. You weren't sure but it made you desperate to give him what he wanted regardless.

You gaze into half lidded honey eyes as you continue to bob up and down Asmo's length. As you increase your pace, drool trails down your chin from your efforts.

Luckily for you, Asmo's grasp tightens on your neck. A sign that he was close.

"I know you've barely worked for this hon but I'm so pent up I'll give you your reward--" His hips stutter as he holds your head in place and presses his cock to the back of your mouth. His high pitched moans fill the room as his sweet, warm cum coats your tongue.

Once he's quieted, you pull away and swallow. You rest the side of your face against his pelvis to catch your breath.

Several moments pass while Asmo traces patterns on your cheek. But you pat his thigh and move off him once you feel him getting hard again.

"Okay I gotta go."

You get out of the bed and straighten out your clothes. "The priest is probably waiting for me."

"What? Boo don't go! You can't finger me like that and go read the bible after."

You chuckle checking yourself in the mirror for any marks. "I'm not even reading the bible though? We just talk about random topics. Though he does sometimes bring it up."

Asmo deadpans at you through the mirror, definitely annoyed. But you honestly couldn't take him too seriously laid upon the bed naked like that.

"I know you don't have a great past with priests, but you should just ignore him Asmo. Like usual."

"He literally wants to fuck you."

"Huh?"

You turn your attention back to Asmo.

He sits up and pouts. "I can tell."

You shake your head a bit, still processing this sudden information. You weren’t exactly sure how Asmo could pinpoint these urges, but if he said it was true then you had no reason not to believe him. 

However.

Sex and priests weren't exactly two ideas you could easily put together. It felt very taboo. And sure the priest was handsome, but you never really thought about him that way.

Asmo waits for your response and it clicks for you.

“Are you jealous?"

The demon flinches but then grumbles, crossing his arms. "....Please just stay here with me. I don't want you to go."

"I see…Asmo I don't like him that way you know. But I'll stay." The priest wouldn't mind you not meeting today.

You place a hand on your hip. "Anyways I have you, why would I be looking at anyone else?"

Relief fills his face and he's back to his usual self. "Of course you don't need anyone else with me here!"

He wraps his arms around your waist to drag you back into bed. "Now let me take care of you darling~"

[colorizedmadiel]

“You still owe me an answer, Fox.”

“Hm?”

“Which other famous boys have you had sex with?”

Oh. That answer. Henry blushes a bit, he knows he has much more of a history of hooking up with men—or people in general—than Alex, but he also knows that Alex doesn’t care about his ‘slut phase’—as he phrased it—and is probably just curious.

“Do you know August Moon?” he asks finally.

—

Alex gets to know that Henry had a secret affair with Hayes Campbell. When Hayes and Solène break up only a bit later, he might be the perfect person to ask for a threesome.

I finally managed to post the first chapter of the threesome fic!

Welcome to a lowkey unhinged crossover of RWRB and TIOY! First of all, in my headcanon Hayes is definitely not straight. I haven’t watched the TIOY movie yet and started writing while reading the book, but honestly, when Alex asked that question I had a certain celebrity in mind and well… Hayes fits perfectly for me too. After that realisation this fic haunted me and wanted to be written!

I mainly write this to indulge myself; I really like to write threesomes. This fic will include at some point a threesome with light BDSM elements, if you don’t like this, don’t read it. I’ll update the tags when necessary. There is no real elaborate plot, but I try to tell the story organically, so it’s a bit more plot than PWP.

For RWRB we’re in book canon somewhere before the bonus chapter. Firstprince is established and they won't end up in a throuple with Hayes, it's more a friends with benefits situation. The appearances of Alex and Henry are based on the actors, which means especially: Alex is taller and Henry has hazel eyes.

I’m really excited to see what you’re going to think about my interpretation and looking forward to this ride. The fic is not pre-written but pre-outlined and I try to update as regularly as possible.

I'm happy for every comment or dm and I'm really curious what you think about it :)

[one-piece-aus]

Whumptober Day 12

Zoro x Reader

"Let's go this way," Zoro suggested when your captain couldn't make up his mind which way he thought would be more fun.

"Yeah right, like we're going to let you lead the way Zoro," Sanji scoffed and rolled his eyes. He then gestured to another tunnel. "We should go this way."

"Hey, why don't we split into teams?" you said before the duo could start arguing over who should decide what. "That way we can find the treasure faster."

"Good idea, [Y/n]!" Nami agreed with your plan since it'd mean she could find her money sooner.

"Alright guys, we're splitting up," Luffy declared and dashed down the path in front of him.

"Luffy!" Nami snapped out of her money trance and ran after him. "Wait up!"

"Yo Robin, how 'bout we go down this way," Franky offered the ravenette as he shinned his nipple lights on the walls. "This one got some runes."

"I'd be happy to," Robin smiled as she followed the shipwright.

"Hey look, this one has skeletons like me," Brook chuckled as he lifted up the bone body to show the others, scaring Usopp and Chopper.

You laughed at the sight until you noticed the swordsman wandering back the way you guys just came. "Zoro, you're the wrong way."

"Huh?" He turned around with a puzzled expression.

You shook your head and took his hand, beginning to lead him. "This is the cave you wanted to explore."

"I knew that." If it weren't for the darkness surrounding you two, you would've noticed Zoro's cheeks turning into red roses.

Your footsteps echoed down the cave, the only thing keeping silence at bay. At times, Zoro's arm brushes against yours, you sense how he tenses each time. Unsure why he's uneasy, you decide to strike up some small talk.

"What are you hoping we'll find in the treasure chest?"

"Some booze would be nice," Zoro answered bluntly.

"I don't know if we'll find any," you deadpan thinking it might not have been the best question to ask. "I'm sure we could use some of the wealth to buy some though."

Silence squeezes between the two of you when the attempt at conversation fails. You sigh and begin to glance around the cave for something interesting. Briefly, you catch sight of pointy-shaped rocks up ahead and-

"Hey, I have a question, [Y/n]," Zoro abruptly pulled you out of your observation.

"Hm?" you hummed turning your head to him as you kept walking.

"How come you don't drink?" 

"Oh- uh- I guess I just got used to not being able to drink," you shrugged. "My island sorta outlawed alcohol."

"What? How did your people survive? That sounds like a nightmare," Zoro said dreading the idea of living in a place that didn't have booze.

You giggled at him, "Maybe to you, however, thanks to that law, pirates didn't care to visit our little island." A memory flashes in your mind and your smile disappears. "At least until..."

Zoro stops and places a hand on your shoulder making you halt. You glanced at where his eyes would be, unable to see them due to the darkness clouding the view. The outline of Zoro's mouth opens, about speak when-

"GUUUUUUUUYYYYSSSSSS!!!"

The area vibrated as your captain's voice bounced off the walls. Bits of rubble fell from the ceiling, landing on your head and shoulders. Your eyes glanced above your head, and you realized you two were under unstable rock spikes.

"WE FOUND THE TREASURE!!!" Luffy shouted down your cave. Larger rocks rolled down the sides of the wall.

"Luffy! We're in an unstable zone!" You tried to warn without lifting your voice too high, in fear of being crushed.

"WHHAAAT?!! I CAN'T HEAR YOU GUYS!! SPEAK UP!!"

"I SAID-"

"[Y/N] watch out!"

You felt yourself being pushed away from the sounds of crumbling rocks dropping down. Vibration shook the earth as rocks collided against the stone ground. You felt big arms shield you as everything around you collapsed. You couldn't feel your breath and without realization, you grab onto the arm, holding onto it for dear life. Your eyes squeezed shut, you weren't sure when it stopped.

"[Y/n] are you alright?" Zoro asked, a grunt in his voice.

"Yeah," you reply, eyes fluttering open. "I'm fine, what about-"

Zoro stressed out a few grunts as he held up a large boulder above his head, keeping it from crushing the both of you. You gasped, "Zoro!"

"I'm fine." Zoro sucked in a breath. "This is nothing. As long as you're safe, I'm fine."

[jaynovz]

copying my reply verbatim to do the thing Properly:

hello public use silver 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

I decided to answer the first one and just tag the others who asked heheh 😂 @hms-tardimpala @etoilesombre

So a very long time ago, in 2021, I was sort of batting ideas around with various folks about ship's whore of the Walrus John Silver instead of ship's cook. As in, to make up for stealing the page he would be thrown into the fuck tent because he can't cook anyway and he can't sail so what good is he ahem, except for certain things? And historically sailors were all very gay about getting needs met while at sea ESPECIALLY using pretty little boys like John Silver bc uh. Look at him?

Around that same time then I read a hazing fic by @asterofthevoid which was particularly inspiring and I wrote a lot of notes down in my concept doc but then went on to other projects for a while.

And so anyway I was starting to think about it again recently and about how no one even made any crass remarks about fucking him and that's not very historically accurate, is it? Like even if they didn't actually go through with it, sailors are pretty vulgar and need to blow off steam by making ribald jokes which is a thing they do all the time in other representations of this period and they would ABSOLUTELY make mention of how pretty Silver was it's frankly NOTICEABLY ODD how Black Sails avoids it.

Anyway all that to say I started drafting a Silver messes up with the pig during careening ep somewhat alt canon where they don't immediately go after the Andromache and the crew are Done with his shit and want a piece of his ass to soothe their tempers. And so instead of having it forced he sets it up all snakey scheming but still very dub con.

All of this is of course a setup to make Flint very possessive and have weird feelings about it and then a funneled into a borderline fetish hurt/comfort with its own FASCINATING powerplay/power imbalance sort of scenario after the actual public use Silver part comes in with the entire Walrus crew.

Some prelim dialogue notes for your viewing pleasure --

(Silver gathering the crew in the galley, addressing them very 2.2 style, dramatic, flourish-y, sultry, showman) "I humbly apologize for joining under false pretenses. And I wish to make it up to you. All of you. By offering myself as a gift as apology for leaving you unsatisfied in your suppers. But I will improve and in the meantime I guarantee full satisfaction for every man in this ahem, particular endeavor." -- (Flint reaction during the act, hissing at Gates) "You have to stop this, it cannot be allowed to continue." (Gates eyeing Silver and the crew publicly fucking him, all cheering etc, with calculating expression, then makes a face, shrug) "Nah, the lad is right, Captain. It would have happened one way or another. Pretty little thing like that on this ship? He's a good lad, good that he knows it. Look at him, it's like he was made to take it." "If I were a few years younger I'd give him a go myself." (ironic chuckle, completely unfazed by this) "It'll keep the crew happy, even more so that he's doing it willingly. Unless you're keeping him all to yourself, might as well let it play out." (Flint turns to Billy with wordless rage/frustration but he agrees) (Billy distasteful expression but resigned) "Hate to admit it Captain, but they've been restless since the disastrous careening. It'll stay another mutiny attempt."

Anyway!! this will probably get written in a fugue state one weekend (because I'm finding it very hard to write things during the week when I'm working.) But I have basically the whole thing outlined so it'll just burst out of me like a flood of... Well. 👀

Thanks all three of you for asking!!

[racfoam]

OMG I'm literally obsessed with your snippets. Can we get more of nynn 7th year au more? With more Voldy pleeeaassseee???🥺🙏

Happy you like the snippets, anon! Do you mean nynn Deathly Hallows AU or you mean nynn 7th Year itself? I might run out of the no-spoiler ones. Something with Voldemort, hm...

nynn Deathly Hallows AU

“He's coming!” yelled Harry, blank fear in every letter. The air turned cold at her words, cold as the snow outside of the house they were trapped in. “Hermione, he’s coming!”

Harry went to pull out the Invisibility Cloak, toss it to Hermione, but Nagini reared up again, recovering from the charm that pushed her away.

And Voldemort blasted the doors of the house down at the sane time that Harry covered the length of the bedroom, vision blinded by gold, the only sharp outline that remained Hermione. Nagini slithered after Harry, striking out, launching herself high mid-air to topple Harry, lunging at her again.

A wave of magic knocked into the snake mid-air. It knocked Nagini into the nearest wall.

“Nooo!” moaned Nagini, curling up, sounding like she was crying. Something inside Harry's heart throbbed. “Master! Master! Hurry! Mistress!”

And Harry could hear Voldemort rushing up the stairs, could hear his heart beating the same as her own, until the beats mixed, until she could no longer tell which beat was hers and which his.

“GET READY TO JUMP!" screamed Harry, leaping over the bed as Nagini curled, hissing panically, “Mistress! Mistress!”, crying on the floor, calling for Harry like Harry was abandoning her, like Harry was throwing Nagini away on the street to starve and die —

Harry clenched her jaw tight. It hurt. It hurt. Everything hurt.

“Jump —” gasped Hermione in confusion, but there was no time to explain, no time to stop moving.

Voldemort reached the landing, Voldemort was in front of the doors...

Harry leapt onto the bed, grabbed Hermione tight by the hand, glared at the window, shattering it open, creating a path out.

The doors of the bedroom burst down at the same moment Harry tugged Hermione with her, leapt off the bed — Harry never held Hermione's hand as tight as she did in this moment, she thought that not even a Crucio could force her to release Hermione's hand — and jumped through the window the same time Nagini recovered, lunging for them one last time.

“Confringo!” cried Hermione forcefully. A blast of fire exploded from her wand, directly at Nagini, blasting the large serpent back once more. Harry felt something hot scorch her wand-hand.

Harry could see a white, skeletal hand reaching for her. For a moment she met the cat-like, red eyes.

Then, they twisted, and vanished, the white skeletal fingers missing Harry by a breath. Lord Voldemort’s mad scream of rage filled the Christmas night, Harry’s skull burst open, and she knew no more.

nynn 7th Year

Let it be known Lord Voldemort was the stealthiest wizard alive. For what other talent except stealth could have enabled him to sneak out of the bedroom he shared with his soulmate — he hardly slept, instead staring at his soulmate's beautiful sleeping face in child-like wonder and fascination abd it was a time well-spent — and down to the kitchen to feast on the cupcakes his soulmate baked?

He would replace them by the time his darling witch woke, of course. Otherwise, he was certain he would have his bed-sharing privilege revoked no matter how valiantly he struggled.

So, he arrived to the freezer, and opened its double doors with a single look. He located the cupcakes and took one.

He was rather hungry, and there was nothing better but something made by his soulmate to sate his hunger and fill his stomach.

Voldemort was not a novice in sneaking to the kitchen to eat a few extra things. Just because the cupcakes were for the Death Eater meeting for this evening did not mean he would allow those fools the privilege of being the ones to eat the cupcakes first.

First come, first serve. Also, they were Slytherin themed. Is it not fair that the Heir of Slytherin is the first to get a taste?

The flavours mixed pleasantly in his mouth, and he quickly — but neatly because there can be no crumbs left, no evidence of his excursion; the couch was not somewhere where he wanted to sleep — went to the second one. In the end, he had the entire tray of the frozen delights floating in front of him and he was on his sixth one when he heard footsteps down the stairs.

He quickly vanished the evidence, replaced the missing cupcakes by a cloning charm, and set the tray back inside. All without fuss, and without lifting a finger.

Truly, it was very amusing and fun. He hasn't had so much fun in a while. By the time Harriet entered the kitchen, casting a light charm, he was brewing hot chocolate.

Those beautiful, emerald eyes blinked multiple times at the lack of the scene of a crime.

“Good morning, Harry,” he greeted silkily, rolling the ‘r’ of her name, lengthening the ‘y’. It had its required effect; Harriet shivered, and her delicate features painted a wine-red.

Harriet frowned.

“Morning," she murmured, staring at him suspiciously, before heading to the fridge to check on the cupcakes. She spent a few seconds counting them.

Voldemort fought back a victorious smirk.

“Bit early for hot chocolate,” Harriet mumbled.

“You’re bleeding and I know one of your remedies is this.” he said.

Harriet flushed.

“Thank you," she said shyly.

Voldemort hummed, pleasure coursing through his veins. He nuzzled Harriet's temple, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“You welcome," he purred, and delighted in the little meek sound his soulmate made.

Hope you liked it! ❤️

[jtl07]

For the ask 🌟

4. a story idea you haven’t written yet

9. start to finish, how long did it take you to write the last fic you posted?

17. talk about your writing and editing process

heyhey!! so fun of you to play - super appreciate all your support btw ❤️

4. a story idea you haven’t written yet

omg there are so many ideas - my prompts doc is so long now 🫠 but hm, this question says "yet" which implies that i will be writing it, to which i'll mention that i have another post s2 amnesia … ish story that i'm building up to writing. it's a bit complex and i know it's going to be long, so i a) won't say anything more than that lest i jinx myself and b) won't promise anything re: when it might be posted - though my soft goal is for the end of this year. it's forcing me to do some actual planning which is definitely different for me - well, at least since i picked up writing fic again. (i used to plan meticulously, then went full vibes in recent years, so it's strange, plotting things out)

i will say that i'm actively working on two fics that are very different in tone but are similar in that they've been a challenge in figuring out what the heck is going on. one's a post s2, "Ava comes back … different" fic, the other's a fluff proposal fic. both are very much kicking my ass in different ways and hopefully will be posted soon!

9. start to finish, how long did it take you to write the last fic you posted?

because i'm a nerd, i can give you actual stats on this! cooking with my (dead) mom took 26 days to write, at a total of just under 10 hours. i made the doc on Nov 24, and noodled on it over the holidays, a little bit in January and March (the primary focus was i see you clearly now), but the bulk of the time writing was in May when i was like, goddammit i need to finish this

17. talk about your writing and editing process

it's mostly vibes really - i mentioned i have a ton of ideas and i'm usually flittering from one idea to another. it's when i start going back to an idea multiple times that i start really paying attention to it.

depending on the fic, i might have an outline (e.g. often with the "[number] times character does X" fics, i have a rough idea for each of the sequences) but even then, i go in knowing that things will change because i just let the vibes take me where they will. sometimes i have a specific theme (every leaf that falls, pocketful), sometimes i have no clue what i'm doing (leave it all behind, i see you clearly now), and sometimes it comes out all at once (another little peace).

i edit as i go - i started doing a thing called "cycling" where i go back and read something i've already written, editing that section then continuing on. sometimes i'll write linearly, but often with anything over 1k, i'll jump to different sections. because of the cycling, i don't usually have a lot of editing to do once i'm finished (i see you clearly now didn't take me that long to edit at all - i'd allotted several days for it, but it only took a couple hours).

i will always let the fic kinda "simmer" before i post though, meaning i'll go away from it for a couple minutes/hours/days (depending on the length of the fic) so i can come back to it with fresh(ish) eyes. i'll copy pasta into ao3 and preview, which is usually my last read through. then voila, a jtl07 fic is born!

[daughterofhecata]

Für das Ask-Game: 2, 11, 12, 20, 24, 40

[fic writer ask game]

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

I mean, apart form the fact that I *usually* default to oneshots anyway... I tend to just start writing and wait for the story to unfold, but I have recently noticed that it does make writing easier to have, like, a general outline of the fic, so I'm currently experimenting with more planning and stuff.

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

Hmmm, I think I'll go with Mondphasen by @pointwhitmark (yes, it's a series, shhh), you're pulling the trigger all wrong by @crazy-walls as always, and anything i haven't got by @wodkapudding. Very much a Momentaufnahme, might be different tomorrow.

12. how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

Hm. Not feedback doesn't affect me *that* much tbh, it's always a bit sad, but I *do* mostly write for myself and like. Probably couldn't stop if I tried. But receiving feedback on something does have a good chance of inspiring me to write more - sometimes something similar, sometimes just in general. But if you (general you) want more fic of a certain kind out of me, commenting on existing stuff in the same direction is probably the best way to go.

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Well, there's A Lot of age difference stuff, quite some sexual-relationship-without-romance, but someone did recently open my eyes to the fact that I also write a fair bit of "sexual relationship where one part is in love/has a crush, but the other holds them at arm's length" and I know exactly why that is and we're not getting into that here. But also, I'm lowkey convinced people could recognise my fic from my beloved "gelinde gesagt" alone xD

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

Can't really remember anything specific. Maybe the evergreen "never use said" which is terrible advice really.

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

I mean. I already got some stunning artworks for out of hell (here & here), which would be my #1. But I think the Noir AU or the snooker fic could also be really fun to have something visual for? Just. Good-looking men in nice suits with very specific vibes xD

[axl-ul]

Writer Q&A Tag Game

Thank so much for the tag @mthollowell-writes (the og post here) and @dyrewrites (the og post here)!This was so sweet of you^^

And if you have time, please, read their posts, they're so beautiful and motivational.

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What motivates you to write?

Pretty much that I get to share a piece of myself. I'm not sure how to put it...but when I write I can sometimes feel my body relaxing and that I get to create something, anything from all the chaos that's sometimes in my head.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

It's a snippet from The Lakebed, an episode from Ulfrika's youth while she was still under the care of Master Kogar.

“Yes, Majstre. Hm…Majstre? Did you truly want to shoot me down?“ He paused, “Never, my disciple.“ He patted the young head before diving into a quick lesson about proper fishing methods and life in lakes. In the meanwhile, the sun started to come out. Unable to resist the sunlight for long without the proper clothing and skin treatment the master and his disciple decided to come back. For the last time, the Man with No Eyes looked behind where the ice was cut out. He found the right successor. Even though she’s not the typical demon nor that it’ll be an easy path. But he sensed the potential. And she deserved to get the second chance. With unusual happiness settling down and unaware of the doom he brought upon himself on that fateful day he returned home with Ulfrika.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

This might be a pretty easy answer - Princess Mei from The Flight of the Western Crane. She starts out as a shy young woman who's prone to fear and crying and she gets overwhelmed pretty easily. The more the story progresses, though, she gets more self-confident and comes out of her shell to reveal what she really is like - joyous, a slight jokester with heart of gold and even a bit of a fighter (until then she was like this only around her advisor and best/only friend Lady Wolf Witch a.k.a. Márgerdra). Mei's like... such a breath of a fresh air because I don't remember writing a character like her before. Oh, did I mention she likes hugs, too? Well, if not, then be prepared for her to hug your soul out of you. Then she'll pull you away to the nearest shop because t r i n k e t s.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Hopefully, you won't get mad at me but the outline and coming up with the plot ideas and characters. The very begining when it's up to you how the heart and soul of your story shall look like.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

I dare to say I'm pretty good at descriptions of the nature. As in the rich vocabularly and how I play around the words. I like coming up with metaphors and poetic prose sort of grew on me over the years.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

People around are truly trying to help each other. I'm still lacking quite a lot of contact but it's mostly due to me not being good with starting a conversation. But whenever I talk to is truly nice, sweet and polite which is admirable.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I'm going to be the basic bitch and say Google Docs and partialy Microsoft Word which I'll probably use sooner or later since Google Docs have problems with big files and there's also been the debate about the AI. Apart from these I also use Thessaurus a.k.a. Word Hippo and an unnamed internet dictionary. This is due to the fact that English is my 3rd language and I write my current projects in it. In other words, I sometimes can't exactly remember the word I actually want to use. So I either go and translate it for myself or I use the word hippo to find a synonym I know but I just couldn't think of in that moment.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I came t like the Blackworld itself. In short, it's a non-physical place filled with eldritch horros that can manifest in the real world and from time to time some cultures came to worship these beings as their saints, gods or patrons mostly because of the slow corruption of their minds and souls. It's not only the concept of a place that's not real but also there's so many mysteries about the Blackworld - is it just a place that's a sphere for all those entities to linger? Or is it actually an organism of its own that's capable of giving birth without being exactly alive (at least in our way of understanding)? Why does it shape according to the subconscience of those who enter it? How does it know when somebody alive enters it? Just so many questions and so little answers and those answer then spark another ten new questions.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

I know this might go against the general rules but it's worked for me many times. Whenever I struggle to write I find myself a playlist, listen to it and while listening I'm re-reading my past chapters and re-editing some little details. When I can read a chapter after a chapter it's easier for me pick up on the more consistent vibe and feel of the story. And if this doesn't help either, I just take out another wip and focus on that other story.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

I've already mentioned the duo who tagged me so here's the follow-up: @arijensineink @minutiaewriter @rbbess110 @rubywrite @jgmartin @faelanvance @angie-j-kay (I know you can't respond right now but I wanted to mention you since you've been such a great support, thank you^^) @anthros-vanitas-archive @your-absent-father @sam-glade

[crawsley]

jamie trevor he/him lesbians?

ohhh. this is just the same snippet i wrote from a prompt on here, and i'm not sure how i was thinking of expanding it? bc the basic premise is just omega dyke jamie x doe eyed straight girl omega trevor?? where trevor's mildly trying to bait jamie into fucking her but it's not working bc jamie knows better than to fuck straight girls. (she does not, and it's working very well). not even sure there's a plot here, here's a bit of it bc i can't find the original post...

It’s not like Jamie’s trying to stare at Trevor like a pervert, but it’s kind of hard to avoid when he’s wearing the cute little leggings he bought recently. Jamie’s not sure where he gets them, like it can’t be from the same omega section Jamie buys his from, right? Like, they look similar to his, superficially. But there’s no way that Jamie’s leggings cling quite so tightly to his hips, or outline both his cock and his pussy in semi-sheer fabric the way Trevor’s always seem to.

Jamie has various cock-related woes that make at least two layers of coverage necessary for public decency, which might be the norm for alphas but very much isn’t for omegas, so he has to pay attention to this stuff. He’s always been a tomboy, too, even before he figured out he was a lesbian. Never super interested in dressing girly, even though he likes it when other omegas do.

Trevor doesn’t even wear shorts over top of his leggings, like any proper omega would. Trevor isn’t proper in literally any sense of the word but he does have weird bursts of prudery, that generally manifest themselves via him stringing some poor alpha along for a couple months, pretending at courtship.

Jamie doesn’t know for sure, but he’s almost positive that Trevor’s way too much of a slut for that to work, in the short or long term. And he’s continually proven right when Trevor breaks it off with whoever he’s with about three months in, when questions about spending heats together start to get more pressing.

But, Jamie thinks, eyes on Trevor’s ass in his little leggings, recently it’s almost seemed like Trevor’s been, hm. Jamie can’t articulate it to himself even in his own mind but Trevor’s been acting differently towards him.

Flirtier, for one thing.

Jamie wouldn’t have thought it was possible before the past couple weeks, but Trevor’s been hanging all over him, climbing into his lap and cuddling down into him like a complete tart. Wearing fewer and fewer clothes when they’re sharing a hotel room, and staying naked and in Jamie’s face basically the entire time they’re in the locker room together.

And it’s not like Trevor doesn’t know Jamie’s only interested in other omegas, like Jamie’d come out to him a couple months into the last season, when covid restrictions finally loosened up enough for Jamie to bring someone home to the little apartment they shared with two other rookies. The situation had been getting kind of dire, and Jamie’d found himself eyeing Trevor speculatively, which, when you’re considering fucking your straight teammate, it’s a sign it’s time to get laid.

They’re the only two left in the game of knockout, most of the other guys having either gotten bored and left, or been knocked out, but Trevor’s sneaky good and extremely competitive. He has his tongue poking out between his teeth, fully concentrating on the game, but at the same time. He’s bending over way further than he technically needs to to pick up the ball, and every time he does, he flashes Jamie just a hint of pussy, outlined perfectly through his leggings. It’s hot as hell and Jamie’s having a hard time making his shots, because all he can think about is how much he wants to put his face in that.

Jamie’s a pussyhound, he’ll admit it. No shame in the game.

By some miracle Jamie beats Trevor, knocks him out, and Trevor’s pouting and complaining like hell but he’s also coming in close, and looping his arms around Jamie’s neck.

The move probably works better on alphas who are taller than Trevor, but it’s still nice being this close to him.

Trevor’s tits feel pretty nice pressed up against Jamie’s, too.

“Well you won, huh,” Trevor says, voice breathier than usual, even though he still looks kind of annoyed at having lost. “Does that mean you get to choose your prize?”

“I don’t know about a prize,” Jamie says, slowly, but Trevor just laughs and snuggles his face in close to Jamie’s neck. He’d be scenting him for sure if he were actually interested in Jamie, but this is just like. Probably some fucked up NTDP-style bonding honestly.

“You won me Jim,” Trevor says, mouth moving against Jamie’s skin in a way that makes his cock twitch. He really needs to get laid. “You get to do what you want to me now, right?”

If Jamie didn’t know better, he’d swear that he could smell Trevor getting wet. But that isn’t possible, is it? As far as Jamie knows, as far as Trevor has told him, Trevor isn’t even interested in omegas. Like, he’d said those words to Jamie, explicitly.

Jamie’s annoyed all of a sudden. He’s a lot of things, but one thing he isn’t is down to be a straight girl’s experiment, especially when that straight girl is the goddamn future face of his franchise.

So can you really blame him if he grabs Trevor’s ass, rough enough that he squeaks and rocks forward on his toes? It just presses his tits tighter against Jamie, so he isn’t complaining.

“Whatever I want,” Jamie says, not a question, and gropes Trevor again just to hear him make that noise again. This time he gets some pussy when he grabs his ass, and Trevor straight up moans, loud and surprised.

“What I want,” Jamie says, tucking his mouth in close to Trevor’s temple, and feels him shiver in Jamie’s arms. “Is to go get ready for our game tonight.”

Jamie can feel Trevor opening his mouth to argue, say something annoying, Jamie just knows, so he does the only thing he can think of and smacks his ass. Hard.

Trevor moans again, even more shocked than before, and his eyes are wide when Jamie gently shoves him away.

Jamie grabs him by the shoulder and turns him around, so he’s pointing in the direction of the locker rooms, and smacks his ass again. Both to get Trevor moving and because he kind of can’t help it.

“Go on, get,” Jamie says, and Trevor does what he’s told for once in his life, floating towards the locker room like he’s in a haze.

Jamie lets himself wallow in his own smugness for like half a second before he follows, tugging at his shorts a little. Trevor isn’t the only one who was affected by whatever the hell just happened.

[aylabyu]

Greetings,

Alhaitham, hello. I fear that my anxieties are proven true, so I would like to rectify and further our sentimental liaison with one another... Hehe, did I surprise you?! I tried talking like you (if it's not noticeable)! Ehem, anyway! The... content of the initial sentences is true, though. You were unapproachable, but I paid no mind to it since I like you! You were stoic, but I pushed through to see your affectionate self! You were cold, but you were warm and fuzzy towards me during nights when we cuddle... Nights before you avoided me. We were embracing each other so close, so tight, and yet the next day, you left our apartment with neither a goodbye nor a glance. I thought you were just in a certain mood, or if I did anything to anger or annoy you, but this occurred more for weeks now. 'Haitham, you know that I love you, right? I may not be the best person you know, compared to the Traveler or the people in the Akademiya, but I think I know you the best, no? Hehe, I might sound presumptuous but there are certain truths with what I said! Ehem, ehem! Anyway!! I wrote this down in Puspa Café with your friends snooping! (They're in great dire of gossip I guess...) So, after you read this letter, I'll pick up the courage to tell you in person the next things I want to write down but can't because of Kaveh grimacing at my words of affection, Cyno pretending to play TCG with Tighnari and yet sneaking glimpses at my letter, and Tighnari himself explaining some statistics or something about love and relationships... Sigh, anyway! Don't be angry if I came home late!! I'm currently having a drink with your buddies as your representative >< They said you're too busy but you come home on the dot at 6 PM! Aaaanyway, I'll drink up and see you soon! I love you!!

Signed by, your beloved <3

"Ew," Kaveh mumbled.

"Ugh, I will strangle you! I'm very close to strangling you!" I whispered, pointing my finger at him.

"I can help you with that, free of charge," Cyno said, not even looking up from his cards.

"You're going to abuse your power as the Mahamatra? Collei will be disappointed in you," Tighnari said with a deadpan expression.

"That, that was a joke. Collei is wary of me so don't..." Cyno finally looked up from his cards with slightly wide eyes at Tighnari.

"I was joking too," Tighnari squinted his eyes then shook his head, "Ah, never mind. We're clearly not meant to be amusing individuals. When are you going to give that to him?" He looked at me.

"Hm, now? I finished drinking so I'll go home and give it to him!" Softly smiling, I traced over my writing fondly.

"You are so cheesy, why a letter of all things? You could have, I don't know, drawn something! Like, uh, a-"

"Oh, shut it. You only know how to draw and be gullible, you don't even have a lover! Why are YOU trying to give me love advice!"

"Ohhhh you've done it, I will be the one strangling you! Come here!"

I stood up from my seat and went behind Cyno, squealing and laughing at the look on Kaveh's face. We kept going around the table, him chasing me, until I saw the time.

"Oh, shoot! It's nearly 11 already! 'Haitham must be worried sick! I gotta go, bye guys!" I hurriedly picked up my stuff and the letter I agonized over and left the café, not before pushing Kaveh where he shouted at me.

I giggled quietly while walking back to my house. I greeted and nodded to the people I see along the way until I see the outline of the house.

Amid my excitement, I didn't notice another pair of footwear inside the house.

"'Haitham! Sorry, I'm late! I didn't know if your assistant conveyed my message to you since she looked quite busy and-"

I stopped.

Alhaitham didn't hear me, how could he? How could he hear me through the girlish moans coming from the bedroom? How could he get my message if the one he's sleeping with is his assistant?

How could I have been so blind?

The door was open with trails of clothes everywhere on the floor. They were making violent love with one another, they looked so in love with their eyes staring at each other...

Am I the one intruding?

I...

Alhaitham looked up from the girl's neck.

He didn't flinch, didn't even look surprised. I think it was true that I was being presumptuous into thinking I knew him well.

"Oh, greetings. I hope you can close the door when you walk out of the house."

He didn't spare me any glance again and proceeded to kiss and move his hips.

I merely nodded and followed his instructions. I looked at the letter in my hand, what do I do with this? Do I throw it out? Do I throw it at him? Should I be mad? Sad? Am I a nuisance? What did I do wrong? Am I not intelligent enough? I could enroll in the Akademiya. I could strive to be charming and intellectual. I, I can be a better person. I-

My thoughts were halted when an arm grabbed me. I just kept my head down and let the person drag me away, away from this house that is not my home anymore. It's just a structure now, not a haven with a person I thought loved me.

Ironic, "greetings" was our first line to one another.