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rafesslxt · 2 days ago

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Happy New Year

summary: when your bf JJ doesn‘t give you your new years kiss, Rafe takes matters into his own hands warnings: kind of cheating?, friends telling you you deserve better, kissing, pda notes: thought about this under the shower words: 1,8k

2025 was only 10 minutes away. Hopefully the new year would be better for all of us.

"Oh we need new drinks to clink glasses!" Sarah‘s voices interrupted my thoughs about the last twelve months. "Yeah probably, let‘s get a few for everyone. I‘m gonna gelp you." John B said, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend‘s shoulder.

I looked at JJ and smiled softly at him. "You wanna come too? Gonna help them." He just shook his head and mumbled something under his breath that I didn‘t quite catch, but what I did catch were the reactions from the rest of the group.

That‘s how it‘s going for the last two weeks. JJ was in a bad mood lately and everyone got a taste of it here and there but I did the most.

"Alright.." i sighed and stood up from my seat between him and Kiara who looked at me, her eyes telling me I deserve better. As If she wouldn't tell me everyday. 'JJ is one of my best friends but so are you and you really deserve better than this.'

"You know.. we all love JJ but.." Sarah started as the three of us started to walk towards the bar. "I know. I deserve better and I -" before I could finish my sentence, I bumped into something.. someone.

"What are you doing here?" I heard Sarah‘s voice asking in disgust. My eyes wandered over the body I just crashed into, slowly upwards to the chest, then his neck and jawline. "Like watcha seeing, doll?" The voice sent shivers down my skin but the face put a slight scowl onto mine.

There was alway some kind of friction between me and Rafe but I always chose to push the little tingling in my stomach away when he smirked at me or when I felt his eyes lingering on my legs while walking in the heat of the island.

I always thought it wouldn‘t make any sense. First of all he‘s my best friend's brother and second of all the definition of trouble. And I think I had enough of that this year. Oh, and besides the fact, that he's the 'enemy' how the Pogues like to call him.

I just then noticed his hand on my hip, probably from crashing into me and stoppIng me from falling onto my ass. " Well I would If it wasn‘t for the unmatching character showing through your words." We always did this. Throwing a bait and wait for the other one to bite back.

"Hmm, why‘s that even you have such a sweet mouth, there are only so nasty words coming out of it?"

My cheeks turned red just the slightest bit and I rolled my eyes to conceal the effect his words had on me. "Let‘s go." I murmured to Sarah and John B, letting Rafe stand there with a smug grin on his face and his eyes laying shamelessly on my ass as I walked away.

As we arrived at the bar, we ordered drinks for the whole group. "I'll bring them to your table." One of the bar girls told us while writing down our order and then smiling sweetly at us. "Thanks." Sarah and I answered smiling back, John B giving her a polite nod, then walking back with us to our table. We were seated on a rooftop, right in front of the railing so we could see the fireworks at midnight.

Unaware of anything, Sarah pulled me back before I could walk back outside. I turned my head towards her with a confused look on my face when I saw her giving John B a look that told him to let us be alone. "What's wrong?" I asked her.

"I'm meaning this seriously, y/n. We really love JJ as a friend but as a boyfriend? When we say you deserve better, we mean you are selling yourself off way below your value and yes maybe he's gonna catch himself and get the stick out of his ass but do you really want to wait for that to eventually happen?"

I was taken aback by her words but not because they were cruel or mean but because they were true. I ran a hand through my hair and slightly pulled at my roots, trying to release some stress. "I get it, but what do you want me to do? Break up because he's acting off for two weeks?" She shook her head. "No, maybe don't break up but don't try to do everything right and nicely and just in the right tone so he won't get mad. Show him he can't treat you like that. I mean come on, even my brother is giving you more attention." She twisted her face a little at the end of her speech, looking over my shoulder and seeing her brother looking right back at us like a hawk.

Another deep breath ran through my lungs and back out of my mouth. "Alright, will do that." She smiled at me and took my hand. "Now come on before we miss midnight." I giggled and walked back with her, sitting back down between Kiara and JJ just when the waitress came with our drinks. Everyone smiled at her and thanked her expect JJ.

I rolled my eyes at his behavior, especially since he's always the one who complains about the kooks treating service people like trash. "What's with the eye-roll?" He snapped at me. "What's with your attitude?" I snapped right back, remembering Sarah's words. I didn't want to fight but I also wasn't in the mood to always nod and smile back as soon as he was acting like a bitch.

"Maybe it's just you." I gasped at his words and looked at him with wide eyes. "JJ..come on man." John B sighed and shook his head at his best friend. "What? Maybe it is her. Always complaining and shit. Can't I be in a bad mood sometimes?" I scoffed at his words and had to held back my laughter. "Sometimes? It's been like that for the last two weeks!" "Okay then fuck off If you can't live with it!"

The table went silent and everyone looked at him in shock. Without a word I took my purse and stood up from the couch we sat on. I pushed myself past him and the rest. "Y/n wait.." Sarah rushed but I turned around and looked at her. "No it's okay because indeed I can't live with this shit. I do deserve better. Enjoy midnight, please. I'm just going inside."

I gave her a small smile at the end, meaning it. I didn't want them to follow me. I wanted them to enjoy this moment. I got back inside and down the spiral stairs we came through an hour ago. I pushed through the doors as I crossed the hall, past the security's.

As soon as my heels hit the ground, I took them off and walked down to the beach where all the people responsible for the firework worked on it.

I took a look at my watch and saw new year was only a minute away. I rushed further down the beach, a little bit away from the firework but near enough to enjoy it. I was able to see the rooftop from here, guessing they were able to see me too. "There goes my midnight kiss.." I sighed to myself, looking over the ocean, the waves silently crushing against the shore.

"Depends on who you're hoping for." A deep voice followed my thoughts. My head spun around in surprise. "Rafe?!" There he stood almost right in front of me now. He came closer and looked at me like I was some kind of pray and about to run away. "What are you doing here?" "Could ask you the same. Letting your boyfriend treat you like shit again?"

Then I heard the people from the club screaming the countdown down from 10.

I turned back around, my back towards him. "What do you know." I scoffed, not really asking. Suddenly his voice was right beside my ear and I could feel the warmth radiating off his body onto mine. "I know that I would never treat you like he does. I would read every wish right off your lips, doll."

Before I could answer him he grabbed my hips and spun me back around, my front crushing against his for the second time today with my hands landing on his chest. I looked up into his ocean eyes, feeling myself drowning in them like I do every time I look at them.

"3...2...1... happy new year!"

And out of nowhere, I got my first new year's kiss. My lips crashed against his and while his eyes were closed, mine were ripped open in shock.

His hands wandered over my waist und pulled my body even tighter against his, my hands now slowly gliding over his chest and my eyes falling shut. One of his hands found their way to my face, laying on my right cheek. He cheekily but softly bit my bottom lip, my lips parted with a little gasp. He took his chance and slipped his tongue right into my warm and desperate mouth, groaning when he felt the tip of my tongue on his.

„Fuck..“ he growled, pressing me even harder against him if that was even possible. I moaned right back into his mouth before I pulled away just the slightest bit to lick his bottom lip and softly nibbling on it with my teeth in a teasing way.

It was like I forgot the whole world around me in that exact moment. I didn't remember JJ and me fighting. Damn I didn't even remembered JJ himself for a moment. My fingers grabbed his shirt, the need to feel him as close as possible slowly taking over me.

A little gasp, almost inaudible left his throath, his cheeks heating up just like mine.

We were so into it we didn‘t eve notice the whole group, also including Toppr and Kelce catching up with us after a few minutes. Sarah gasped loudly with big eyes and her jaw almost falling to the sand. "Oh my-" "what the fuck!" I heard JJ screaming.

I opened my eyes but didn‘t pull away. I saw Rafe lifting his arm behind me, not seeing the middle finger he showed JJ but I definetly felt the little smirk against my skin.

"Looks like you didn‘t took your chance.." Kiara giggled, earning a glare from JJ while Kelce and Topper clapped their hands and cheered loudly for Rafe.

Maybe the new year really is going to be a better one than the last one.

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aespecte · 3 days ago

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baby i like the way you move !

when a nightly rendezvous with the l&ds men turn into something…more

to celebrate the new l&ds update, i wrote this based on the new card trailers :p they’re short stories so there’s not really smut but it’s HELLA SUGGESTIVE… (psst minors look away !!) i’ll write more in depth when the cards come out 😼😼

not proofread bc i may or may not have had procrastinated writing this 😭😭 lmk if i missed any tags etc !

also reader is a TEASE and a half 😭😭

minors dni as usual !! ily pookie but this is NAWT for u 💗

XAVIER - misty silhouette… of his dick !

this work contains: semi-public exhibitionism, use of “slut”

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“what are you suggesting?”

arms looped around xavier’s neck trail lower to brush against his toned pecs, his shy, slightly confused navy eyes follow your movements intently.

“i don’t know.” xavier leans into your touch, nuzzling his face into your neck. seeing the opportunity, you gravitate towards him, biting slightly on his earlobe, earning a soft gasp.

“heh. two can play at that game.”

in the blink of an eye, xavier lifts you off his lap, and faces you towards the window that was originally behind you.

it was now your turn to gasp. a soft blush dusted on your cheeks, you stared out into the pale snow adorning your garden with newfound shock.

“now let the neighbours hear how much of a slut you are.”

ZAYNE- absolute zeal? more like, absolute leg opener !

this work contains: zayne being drunk, TEASING

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“i’ll admit, there’s something… addictive, about stepping out of line.”

“zayne, darling, you’re drunk, let me get the hangover pills~” you giggle. not used to seeing this side of him, you’re quite taken aback at his… behaviour.

cheeks scattered with a shade of soft scarlet, zayne grabs both your arms, pressing you against the sheer cold of the frost-covered window. hazy dark eyes glazed over while leaning into you, he becomes a slip of breathless words.

“you keep saying im drunk… so do you prefer me when im sober?”

he stumbles into your arms in a drunken daze, heavy breathing accompanying his movements.

“because of you… everything about me is spiralling out of control… how can you pretend you’re not affected?”

you feel zayne’s grip on your arms tighten, firm, but not yet painful. his unfocused gaze locks onto yours, the sheer intensity sending a shock through your body.

“but… i am affected… in a different way,” smirking, you guide his hand between your thighs. zayne’s breath hitches.

grabbing the back of his neck, you lean into a deep kiss with him. in that moment, the rest of the world falls away, nothing exists besides your intertwined bodies.

kissing you back, zayne brings you to his desk, shoving aside the mess of books and paperwork.

you can’t help but giggle at his more aggressive side, “now eat me like you ate that alcoholic chocolate… lightweight.”

RAFAYEL - intertidal zone? insatiable zone !

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this work contains: reader being a bit silly/ a tease, “personal stress reliever” used

“the guest of this room is unable to answer.” comes the automated voice of the receptionist robot.

rafayel’s heavy breathing down your neck. the flush of your cheeks. the heat radiating off your interwoven bodies.

why was this so addictive?

pushing him onto the pillows and flipping you both over, you carefully place an open mouthed kiss on the lobe of his ear, one of his most sensitive spots.

“you… are you sure?”

“hey, don’t get me wrong, i love the care and consent, but right now i just need you to stop focusing on work and pound me silly !!” you joke, “… use me as your own personal stress reliever”

his heavy breathing catches in his throat, surprised at your bold statement.

“you sure you can take all of it?”

SYLUS- night of (scream)acy !

this work contains: TEASING !!

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you grasp sylus by the nape of his neck, drawing him closer, your cool fingertips a contrast to his warm skin. he felt like he was set ablaze, desperate and hungry.

“looks like we’re on the same page… no time will be wasted.”

he caresses your cheek, touch so featherlight and gentle. sylus makes you keen every time he shows this soft, vulnerable side of himself.

the warmth in his gaze made your throat tighten. your gaze flickered up to the ruby eyes piercing into yours. you quickly glanced away, the intensity too much for your blushing face to bear.

“come on love, stay focused.”

you had no time to react to the cute nickname, as sylus covered your eyes as well as bringing you into a deep, open- mouthed kiss. his fingers trailed up your arm and found yours as they intertwined, further deepening your passion.

“let’s see how long you can last tonight.”

(★‿★) me and my demons after writing this

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harrywavycurly · 2 days ago

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Worth The Fight: Good Hands

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CW: language, pregnancy things, jealousy, angsty bits and some light arguing.

A/N: This one is heavy-ish but has some light hearted moments so be prepared for some angsty bits but I’d say this is a very big step in a direction for them, is it the right direction? Only time will tell👀✨

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Summary: You decide to do some shopping for the twins while Harry decides he needs to apologize to you even if you’re not ready to hear it✨

You smile at the woman working by the door as you enter the small boutique that’s just down the street from the library you work at, you look around and suddenly feel extremely overwhelmed by the amount of baby things surrounding you. Being nearly thirteen weeks you finally decide that it’s okay to just take a look at things, seeing as you still don’t know if you’re carrying two boys, two girls or one of each you find yourself not exactly sure where to start. You look over and smile when you see a small section of onesies with animals all over them, you adjust your bag on your shoulder as you head over towards the table they are folded and laid out on.

“Oh the peaches will love those.” Ethan’s voice comes from behind you making you laugh as you feel a hand on your shoulder. “How’s my favorite produce dealer doing today? Have you eaten all the cookies my mom sent yet because I need the tin back.” You roll your eyes at the playful nickname he came up with for you ever since you started sharing the size of the twins with him as they grow each week, getting a kick out of the way all your apps are always referring to their sizes as vegetables or fruits.

“They aren’t quite peaches yet they have about four days till then so they are still lemons.” You explain as you rest a hand on your bump while looking at the little outfits on the table in front of you. “But I’m good just feeling tired today and uh no not yet there’s like fifty cookies in that tin Ethan and I may be pregnant but sweets don’t sit well with me right now.” You answer as the hand on your shoulder grabs the strap to your bag and without hesitation you let him take your purse and sling it over his shoulder making you let out a small sigh of relief once the weight of your bag is gone.

“She said they were what she liked when she was pregnant with me but that was also during Christmas time so that’s why they are pretty much all holiday themed.”

“That explains all the gingerbread men.”

“Exactly. So the peaches-”

“Lemons.”

“I mean come on they are pretty much a crossover between lemons and peaches right now so like leaches? Or is that-”

“Do not call my babies leaches Ethan.”

“Right sorry that was rude let’s just go back to looking at the cute and soft onesies okay?” He says in a slight panic not wanting to make you upset in the middle of a baby boutique having already made you accidentally cry in line at the bakery down the street from your apartment when he mentioned how good the blueberry muffins looked, forgetting all about your current aversion to the fruit ever since you tried a blueberry jam that didn’t sit well with you.

“You think the animals are cute? Or they have these.” You lift up a set of onesies that are white with gray and yellow polka dots on them so he can take a look from his spot behind you. “Is the gray and yellow too overdone?” You question as Ethan places a hand on each of your shoulders and gives them a nice rub making you relax as you look at the onesies in your hand.

“Yellow and gray is a classic color combination you can’t go wrong with it.” You let out a hum of agreement as he releases his grip on one of your shoulders so he can reach around you ever so slightly and grab the set with the animals on it. “But these are cute as shit.” He says with a smile as he looks down and sees you still holding the polka doted set.

“I could get both? Right?” Ethan just nods as you look at him with a quirked brow almost as if you’re seeking his approval.

“Excellent idea.” Is all he says before he takes the polka dotted set from your hands and holds it in the same one of his that has the animal set it. You smile as you feel him lean down and place a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m going to go look at all the weird baby gadgets.” He gives your shoulder one last squeeze before he turns and heads off towards the back of the store with the two sets of onesies in his hand and your purse slung over his shoulder.

Harry is chewing on his bottom lip as he walks down the street towards the library you work at, wondering if he’s doing the right thing coming to see you at work again when you haven’t reached out to him since the lunch at his mother’s house. He doesn’t want to make it a habit to just show up at your work when you refuse to speak to him or he can’t get ahold of you but right now he feels like this is the only way he can guarantee he will be able to talk to you. It’s been over two weeks and he just wants to get some things off his chest and maybe see if the two of you can start over and try to get to know each other a bit so the arguing can come to a stop or at the very least can be toned down. It’s not like he’s expecting the two of you to be bestfriends or anything, he just wants to be able to have normal conversations with you that don’t end with you in tears or annoyed with him.

He runs a hand through his hair and he feels as if the wind gets knocked out of him when he turns to his left and looks in the window of a store, he has to push his sunglasses into his hair so he can make sure he’s seeing things clearly and that the dark lenses weren’t causing him to mistake the person for someone else but the moment his eyes see the smile on the woman’s face he knows exactly who it is. You’re standing in front of a table of baby clothes but before he can even register that you’re looking at clothes for the twins, he quickly notices you’re not alone and all Harry can do is stand there and watch the scene unfold in front of him. He watches your neighbor stand behind you and place both of his hands on your shoulders and Harry feels his brows furrow as his eyes narrow into a glare at the way you seem to relax at his touch.

It’s then that Harry takes in the bag that’s slung over the man’s shoulder, it’s the godawful thing you call a purse and he doesn’t understand why he’s the one with it over his shoulder instead of you. Of all the times he’s been around you that bag is always over your shoulder and you’re either fighting with it to find something or trying to keep it in place making him assume you have a thing about keeping your bag with you. He feels his mouth drop into a frown as it dawns on him that maybe it’s not so much you like to keep it on you at all times, it’s just that Harry hasn’t ever tried or offered to take it from you minus when he snatched it from you in your hallway when you told him you didn’t want him to come inside.

Harry feels the all too familiar simmering of jealousy begin to bubble deep inside him as he realizes that to anyone passing by the two of you would seem like a normal couple shopping for baby things in this cute little boutique that just so happens to be a few minutes away from your work. They would have no clue that the babies the two of you are looking at onesies for are actually his, that the man currently making you smile is nothing more than just your neighbor you’re friends with or at least that’s all Harry thinks he is to you, a friend. That changes the moment he watches the man place a kiss to the top of your head, a very soft display of affection that has Harry’s hands clenching into fists at his sides because why is another man that he doesn’t even know the name of not only baby clothes shopping with you but also touching and now kissing on you in public while he can’t even manage to get you to want talk to him.

Harry decides he’s seen enough as he turns and heads back in the direction of his car that’s parked in some over priced daily parking garage because he was in too much of a rush to call for his driver and also because a part of him wanted to prove to you that he can in fact drive himself places when he needs or wants to. He slides his sunglasses back down so they cover his eyes, allowing his emotions to be somewhat hidden from the strangers passing him on the sidewalk while he reaches into his back pocket for his phone. His first instinct is to call his mom and talk through this with her, why seeing you out with someone else buying things for the twins is making him feel this way but he shakes his head as he scrolls past her contact because he has a feeling he knows what she’s going to say and he doesn’t exactly want to have that conversation right now. So he scrolls down to the name that he knows won’t ask questions and hopefully in a few hours Harry will forget all about what he saw in the window of that little shop and he’ll be able to try again tomorrow on telling you sorry.

“Hey H you finally have time for a round?” Harry laughs at how excited Niall sounds on the other end of the phone as he enters the main level of the parking garage his car is in.

“I do but uh not the kinda round you’re thinking of.” Harry says with a sigh and in true Niall fashion he just laughs and tells Harry to pick the pub and he’ll see him soon before hanging up.

“Oh fuck this hallway is so long-wait what floor is this?” Harry squints as he exits the elevator and when he sees the number five on the plaque on the wall he lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thank god.” He mumbles as he turns and heads down the hallway, half tempted to put his sunglasses back on due to the obnoxiously bright lights coming from the ceiling that while doing a good job at helping him see where he’s going and which apartment he’s walking by, are also intensifying the throbbing in the back of his head.

When he reaches the doors he’s looking for he closes his eyes just for a brief moment because keeping them closed for too long makes him a little dizzy. As soon as he opens them he raises a hand to knock, not caring about the fact it’s near three in the morning because to Harry it’s a new day and he has things he needs to tell you. He stands there and rests a hand on your doorframe as he waits for you to answer, when he doesn’t even hear the sound of you moving around on the other side of the door he knocks two more times because unlike the last time he was here knocking on your door he knows you’re home having seen your sad little car in the parking lot when his driver pulled into the complex.

“I know you’re home you’ve-you’ve got to be home.” He mumbles with a sigh as he turns so his back is resting against your door, before he can even stop himself he feels his body sliding down it until his bottom is hitting the floor and his legs are stretched out in front of him.

“I’m-I’m sorry I’m so sorry.” His voice is strained as he tries to get comfortable resting against your door, finally deciding to put his sunglasses back on in an effort to help slow down the throbbing that’s making its way from the back of his head towards his temples. He rests his head against your door with a groan as he tries to gather his thoughts so he can try to explain to you why he’s been acting the way he has ever since you told him you were pregnant.

You have to close your eyes and take a few deep breaths to get your emotions under control as you stand on the other side of the door that you now know is being used at a backrest for a slightly drunk Harry. You didn’t need to look through the peephole to know it was him, you knew by the first set of knocks and the mumbled voice that you could hear from your bedroom that it was Harry because he’s the only person that would ever bother you at this hour unless it was an emergency but even then normally people just call or text you, not show up at your door. You place a hand on your bump that’s covered by your nightshirt and give it a soothing rub as you stand there, deciding that even though you’re not ready to see him you’ll let him sit there and get whatever it is he needs to say off his chest so he can go home.

“I shouldn’t have left you that day-uhm during the exam.” He says as he looks up towards the ceiling. You swallow the lump that’s already forming in your throat, as being woken up abruptly and now hearing him apologize start to make a mess of your emotions that have already been kind of all over the place recently.

“I’m sorry I keep saying the wrong things and-and hurting you s’not what I want ya know? To hurt you.” Harry sniffles and lets out a sarcastic sounding scoff at his own words as you look down at your ankles and smile at Paris who has taken an almost protective stance, standing between you and the door. “S’hard to believe I know but fuck-you’re just so relaxed all the time n’it freaked or-really it freaks me out a bit.” He admits making you roll your eyes while he runs both hands through his hair.

“But my uhm therapist says s’a control thing an that’s why I lash out at you.” You quirk an eyebrow at the mention of his therapist, feeling a bit shocked he’s spoken to anyone besides Anne about the two of you.

“Because you-you have all the control here and have since day one like you-even when you told me you were pregnant you just I don’t know? You had it all figured out already? You were having a baby with or without me while I was fumbling around and panicking and deep down I uh know that you-you don’t need me and that’s sort of uhm my thing? I need to be needed I’m a bit of a narcissist and-and you just don’t need me like- at all and I mean that’s-that’s fine or I’m learning to uhm be fine with it.” You feel your heart drop at how sincere he sounds as he speaks between little sniffles, you know his emotions are getting the best of him when it’s quiet for a moment minus a watery sigh and then you have to close your eyes and fight back the tears that want to spill over as you hear his voice sound so desperate as it comes through your door.

“But I need you Cranky I need-I need you because I need them so just-just tell me what to do and I’ll do it okay?” Harry lets a few tears roll down his face as he practically begs you to just tell him what to do to make this situation right.

“Please.” He whispers in a last ditch effort to get you to talk to him. You let out a deep breath before you reach out and unlock your door and turn the knob so you can open it. Harry feels his heart begin to beat quicker and before he can even register that you’re really opening the door and willing to see him and possibly talk to him he finds himself laying flat on his back looking up at you from the floor, the shots he took with Niall a few hours ago making his reflexes slower than normal not giving him time to move from his sitting position with his back resting on your door before you swung it open.

“Hi Harry.” You say with a small smile as you look down at him, Harry just smiles as he reaches for the sunglasses still covering his eyes quickly pulling them off so he can get a better look at you.

“Cranky you’ve-wow.” You raise an eyebrow at him suddenly feeling a little self concious as his eyes go a bit wide as he takes in how much bigger your bump looks, especially from the angle he’s currently getting from his spot on the floor. “Lemons still right? Peaches in four-no wait now three days?” He asks and you just nod as you place both hands on your bump while he takes his time getting up, feeling a bit dizzy due to looking up from his back for too long.

“Do you mind uhm staying in-”

“Yeah yeah that’s fine I uh-I’m sorry for waking you up.” He says when you motion towards the hallway once he’s up and standing, already knowing what you’re asking of him, and he will happily stand in the hallway while the two of you talk because he’s just happy you actually opened the door. You open your mouth to say something but then you hear the jingling of a bell and both you and Harry look down and find Paris rubbing his head on Harry’s shin and you have to hold back a laugh as Harry’s eyes widen in fear.

“Oh god Paris please don’t-oh fuck god damnit that hurts.” Paris just purrs and rubs the same ankle he just took a bite of before he turns and heads back into your apartment, strutting off towards the kitchen as if he’s proud of himself for what he’s just done. “I deserved that.” Harry mumbles making you just shrug as he runs a hand over his face.

“So Mr. Popular is a narcissist huh? I never would’ve guessed.” Harry feels his cheeks get hot at your teasing words. He sniffles a bit and rubs the tip of his nose with the knuckle of his index finger while giving you a small shrug because he’s not sure what to say. “I appreciate you coming here to apologize Harry but uhm I also know you’re a little-”

“I’m not that drunk-m’tipsy at best and I swear I’d say the same things sober.”

“I believe you but it’s just everything can sort of seem a bit more emotional and heavy when said at three in the morning outside an apartment door after too many whiskey sours.”

“Who talks like that? Honestly you-you spend too much time surrounded by books.”

“Harry-”

“I’m sorry that was rude.” He lets out a sigh as he looks down at his feet. “I don’t know why I do this? Why I can’t help myself sometimes I just-you’re so easy to argue with?” You rub your lips together to hold off the smile that wants to form because he looks so distraught standing there with a hand in his hair and another on his hip as he tries to make sense of his need to just bicker with you as if it’s all his fault and you don’t also enjoy how easy it is to rile him up.

“You’re fairly easy to set off and I seem to know exactly how to do it.” Harry lifts his head to look at you as you start to speak. “We both enjoy a bit of back and forth but sometimes Harry you just say things that are very hurtful and very hard to take back.” You explain as you look down at your hands that are on your bump, trying not to think about some of the things he’s said to you in the past that have made you upset.

“I know and I’m-I’m working on that.”

“With your therapist?” You ask as you look up at him and he just nods making you feel that there might actually be a some hope that the two of you will be able to figure this whole communication thing out. “So are you really ready to be apart of this then?” Harry takes a very small step towards you just so he can reach a hand out, you look at it questioningly for a moment before you give in and place one of your hands in his.

“I don’t want to be outside the window.” He says as he gives your hand a squeeze, you look at him with a slightly confused expression because you’re not entirely sure what he means by that but you don’t want to ruin the moment so you just let him continue. “I want to be the one inside with you looking at baby stuff and holding your god awful fucking bag and-”

“Well well well if it isn’t Mr. Asshole himself.” Ethan’s voice coming from down the hall makes Harry’s eyes go wide as he drops your hand while you turn and look at your neighbor who you know is just getting home from work. “I see you’re really living up to that nickname since you have her up out of bed at this ungodly hour.” You roll your eyes at him as Harry turns so he’s facing Ethan who is now only a few steps away from the two of you.

“It’s Mr. Popular not-”

“Aren’t assholes usually popular? So it’s basically the same thing.”

“It’s nowhere near the same and-who even are you? Besides the guy who feeds her cat on Fridays?”

“I’m Ethan her neighbor but also the friend who picked her up from your mom’s house crying a week and a half ago.” Harry’s face goes pale as he realizes your neighbor is the one who came and got you from lunch, you watch Ethan take a step so he’s standing in front of his door facing Harry as he swings his key ring around his index finger a few times.

“Oh and I’m the guy who she calls when she needs something because unlike you Mr. Gucci sunglasses even though it’s dark outside-” Ethan takes his time eyeballing Harry’s attire before he continues. “I’m a source of comfort for her and those little peaches. I’m also right across the hall so I’m always available.” You feel the tension in the air as Ethan glares at Harry who is glaring right back but with a clenched jaw and a hand balled into a fist at his side.

“Those little peaches? You mean lemons?”

“Really? That’s-that’s what you got out of that?”

“I mean I think it shows that you might be the comforting neighbor.” You begin to chew on your bottom lip as Ethan crosses his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow at the slightly tipsy man in front of him. “But clearly I’m their dad because I actually know how big they are.” You can’t help but chuckle at how proud Harry looks when he says the word dad while Ethan just rolls his eyes making you move to the side a bit from your spot behind Harry so Ethan can see you allowing you to give him a warning type glare.

“Oh so now you’re ready to be a dad huh? Well good. I’m glad because honestly picking out baby shit isn’t really a good look for me.”

“Either is holding her purse-that thing looks hideous on you.”

“I mean it’s a hideous bag-wait what? When have you ever seen me with her purse?”

“Today or uh technically yesterday? In that shop near her uhm work.” Harry admits shyly and that’s when it all clicks, his mentioning of the window and looking at baby things, it’s because he saw you and Ethan at the boutique. You close your eyes and run a hand over your face as a long sigh escapes you making both men turn their heads to look at you.

“Is that why you got drunk and came knocking at my door?” Harry swallows hard as he all of a sudden feels a wave of nervousness wash over him because he doesn’t want his answer to ruin the slight progress that’s been made while standing outside your door this morning.

“Uh well-yes that’s sort of the reason why I met Niall-”

“Niall? Niall Horan? Is he here?” Harry turns to look at Ethan with a quirked brow as your neighbor looks up and down the hallway for any signs of the Irish popstar.

“Uh no he’s at home.” He answers making Ethan let out a huff while Harry turns his attention back to you. “But the whole reason I even saw you two was because uhm well because I was on my way to the library to see you. I just needed to talk to you and tell you how sorry-”

“You can’t just show up at my work whenever you want because you need to talk to me Harry especially when you know how it went the last time we even saw each other that’s just-that’s not okay.” Harry just nods because he already knew that, before he even got in his car to drive to your work to see you he knew it probably wasn’t a good idea but he had to do something and that was the only thing that he could think of.

“I know I won’t do it again.”

“Wait you saw us at that boutique and that’s why you went and got drunk on a Wednesday?” Ethan’s voice takes Harry’s attention away from you and you watch Ethan place his keys in his back pocket before putting his hands on his hips.

“I don’t like what you’re implying.”

“What I’m implying? Dude I’m not implying shit. Just admit it you got jealous-”

“Jealous? Jealous of what? Of you? Yeah right State Farm.” You take a step around Harry so you can be ready to stop the two of them from getting any closer to each other when you see Harry take a step towards Ethan.

“State Farm? That’s cute and honestly it’s true because I am a good neighbor but do you see these?” Harry’s brows furrow as Ethan wiggles his fingers a few inches away from Harry’s face. “I am clearly Allstate because she is very much in good hands.” You roll your eyes at the two of them as you cross your arms over your chest not believing the conversation they are having in front of you.

“What does he mean by that? You’re in good hands? Have you-you been in his hands?” Ethan has to bring a hand up to cover his mouth to hide his laugh as Harry quickly turns to look at you with frantic eyes while he runs a hand through his hair. You let out a sigh and glare at Ethan who is quick to turn around and face his door so he can unlock it.

“What? No we aren’t-”

“I’m sorry it’s not uhm it’s not uh-not my business I’m sorry.” Harry fumbles over his words as he begins to turn taking a few steps backwards towards the elevators as his mouth drops to a frown and you feel the corners of your own mouth fall a bit at how hurt he looks. “It’s fine really I uhm I gotta go.” You want to tell him to stop and just let you explain your friendship with Ethan but Harry doesn’t give you a chance because before you can even open your mouth he’s turning around so his back is facing you and he’s three steps away from you. But you know you can’t let him leave like this so you let out a huff and take a step towards him and call his name.

He pauses and looks over his shoulder as his name falls from your mouth. “Tell Nick I said hello?” He gives you a small smile and nods as you mention his driver who is waiting for him in the parking lot down stairs.

“Yeah I’ll uh I’ll do that.” You smile and before he turns to head towards the elevators you see a very familiar glint appear in his eyes as the corners of his mouth curl up in a smirk. “Goodnight Cranky.”

“You mean good morning Mr. Popular.” You correct making him laugh and shake his head as he turns and continues down the hallway because of course you just have to correct him because of course you just have to be right.

“Oh he totally thinks we are fucking.” Ethan says with a laugh as he stretches his neck a bit just in time to see Harry step into the elevator. As soon as he’s out of sight you turn and give Ethan a smack to the chest making him let out a pitiful sounding groan. “So violent in front of the children.”

“Don’t be so crude. He at least thinks something is happening here and we both know it’s not.”

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”

“Uh yeah Ethan it actually might? He came here after getting drunk all because he saw us shopping together.”

“Yeah well I say let him suffer a bit and think we are doing something scandalous and then when he’s maybe stopped being an absolute douchebag for more than a day you can tell him the truth.”

“God you just love drama don’t you?”

“I’m a young bisexual man my whole life is drama.” He teases as you stand in your doorway with a hand on your bump and the other resting on your doorframe. “But honesty him showing up here is like-”

“A big deal. I know.” You finish for him, the two of you stare at each other for a moment before Ethan takes the few steps between his door and yours and places a quick kiss to the top of your head.

“Everything is gonna be fine.” He reassures you before he opens his apartment door. You give him a smile when he looks at you over his shoulder. “Sweet dreams Cranky.” He jokes making you roll your eyes as he closes his door.

You can’t help but make a sour face at the sound of your nickname coming from someone else’s mouth besides Harry’s. Not liking how it sounds without his accent and deep tone of voice and how slowly it slips out of his mouth making it sound all the more condescending which is oddly something you enjoy about the way he says it. You turn and walk through your open door and let out a long sigh after you close it, you head back towards your bedroom and smile when you see Paris curled into a ball at the foot of the bed.

“Oh Paris.” You mumble as you climb back into bed making the cat instantly lift his head up and stretch his front paws out at the disturbance. “What just happened?” You ask as you stare at the ceiling trying to make sense of the events that just took place in your hallway, but as the minutes tick by and you find yourself falling asleep you decide you can try to decipher and dig deeper into all of that later because right now all you want to do is go back to sleep and momentarily forget that the man you’re having kids with knocked on your door a three in the morning just to leave in a frantic hurry forty five minutes later.

Harry feels as if he’s a mixed bag of emotions as he steps into the elevator, the first one being confusion because he’s not even sure why he cares if you and your overly friendly neighbor are more than friends because it’s not as if Harry has any sort of claim on you minus the fact he’s the father of the two lemon sized babies you’re carrying. He’s even gone as far as telling you he doesn’t like you enough to care about anyone you find remotely attractive but that brings him to the next emotion, jealousy. Harry has always been the jealous type, that’s just part of his personality but this is something different because he feels as if he could punch a wall at just the memory of seeing Ethan kiss the top of your head and holding your shoulders in such a way that would have people assume he’s your partner of some sort. The most powerful emotion swirling around in Harry’s body though is regret, he regrets walking away and not letting you explain things but he just couldn’t risk having to listen to you tell him you’re in love with Ethan or that you two have only gotten so close because Harry has made you turn to him for comfort and reassurance due to how horrible he’s treated you. He doesn’t think he would be able to stand knowing that it’s his own fault that you ended up in the arms of someone else, not that he wants you in his own arms either because he doesn’t, or at least that’s what he’s telling himself.

“I could go back? Let her tell me-no no that would be dumb.” He argues with himself as he presses the button for the lobby. “Why do I even care? Do I even care? No. No I don’t.” He lets out a frustrated groan as he paces the length of the small elevator while debating with himself. “Exactly. I don’t care. She can be with whoever she wants. That’s fine.”

“I don’t care.” He mumbles as the door opens to the lobby of your apartment complex. He runs a hand over his face as he steps out and heads for the parking lot. He looks around and sees Nick is parked towards the back of the lot, he mentally pats himself on the back for picking a time of day that not a lot of people are out and about so Harry doesn’t have to worry too much about being seen as he walks towards the black suv.

“How’d it go?” Nick asks once Harry is in the backseat of the car. He raises an eyebrow as he looks over his shoulder when hears Harry lets out a long sad sigh.

“Next time I ask you to drive me here past midnight tell me no.” Harry instructs as he slides his sunglasses on and turns to look out the window. Nick just nods before he turns and faces the front so he can start the car and take Harry home.

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solxamber · 3 days ago

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If the holiday event is still open!!! Savanaclaw, 7, and hurt/comfort, please!

Enough || Leona Kingscholar

For the Holiday Event! || Prompt: "For you, anything." ; Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Leona’s room was its usual state of organized chaos: clothes draped over furniture, books stacked haphazardly, and the scent of the sun lingering in the air. You didn’t mind—it felt like home by now. Balancing a bag of takeaway in one hand and a few borrowed novels in the other, you nudged open the door.

“Hey, I brought—”

“Herbivore, you ever knock?” Leona’s voice was gruff, but his ears perked up as soon as he spotted the bag.

You rolled your eyes with a grin. “If I knocked, you’d just grunt at me to come in anyway.”

He let out a low chuckle, propping himself up against the headboard. “Fair enough. What’d you bring?”

“Your favorites,” you said, handing him the food before settling beside him on the bed. He made a sound of approval, already pulling the containers open.

For a while, the two of you ate in companionable silence, the quiet only broken by the rustle of packaging and the occasional murmur about the book you’d brought. This had become your routine—takeaway, a cozy spot in Leona’s room, and shared stories.

It was simple, but it was yours.

Yet tonight, something was off. Leona wasn’t lounging in his usual carefree way. His tail twitched more than usual, and his eyes held a distant look, as if he were somewhere else entirely.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, nudging his knee with yours.

He stiffened slightly but didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stared down at the container in his hands, his expression unreadable.

“You deserve better than this,” he muttered finally, almost too low for you to hear.

“Better than… takeout?” You frowned, trying to make sense of his words.

“Better than sitting in this damn room all the time. Better than a guy who can’t even take you out somewhere nice without people whispering about the lazy second prince,” he bit out, his tone sharper than intended. “I should—I don’t know—do more for you.”

Your heart clenched at his words. You knew how deeply Leona cared, even if he rarely said it outright. His guilt now, his frustration with himself—it wasn’t the first time you’d seen him like this, but it still hurt to hear.

“Leona…” You reached out, placing your hand over his. His grip tightened slightly, but he didn’t pull away. “I don’t care about fancy dinners or big gestures. You know that, right?”

He didn’t respond, his ears twitching as he avoided your gaze.

“Hey, look at me.” You gently cupped his face, forcing him to meet your eyes. “You show me you care in a hundred little ways. Like how you always make sure I’m comfortable when I’m here, or how you let me hog the blankets even though you complain about it. I know you care. I don’t need anything more than what you already give me.”

His expression softened, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “You’re too good for me, herbivore.”

You shook your head with a small smile. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”

For a moment, he was quiet, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. Then, his voice dropped, low and sincere: “I'll try harder. For you, anything.”

It was rare for Leona to be so open, so vulnerable. The weight of his promise hung between you, heavy with meaning.

“And for you,” you said softly, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his, “I’ll always be here.”

He exhaled deeply, pulling you into his arms. The rest of the night was spent like so many others, wrapped up in each other, sharing quiet moments and whispered reassurances.

It was simple, but it was enough.

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queenshelby · 3 days ago

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The Peaky Role (Part 13)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Best Friend's Dad,

Please comment and engage!

"Uhm, hey," you faltered, pressing your finger against the button. "Nina, I... I'm still in PJs," you stammered and your heart raced as you heard her laughter through the intercom.

"So?" Nina shot back, her tone teasing. “You know I don't care and I’m not leaving until you let me in," she added, laughter bubbling beneath her words.

You exchanged a quick glance with Cillian, who raised an eyebrow, concern flickering in his blue eyes as he poked his head out of your bedroom, not yet realising that it was his daughter waiting downstairs.

"It's Nina," you silently murmured to Cillian as you kept your finger on the intercom and Cillian's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and alarm flashing across his face.

"Fuck," he muttered, dropping his gaze to the floor in the living-room where his clothes lay in disarray. "Don't let her in!" he whispered, urgency tinging his voice.

You swallowed hard, throat tightening. You knew that you couldn't just fob her off with excuses and you were almost certain that she would not take 'no' for an answer.

"Just give me a minute!" you thus said through the intercom, heart racing as you turned to Cillian, indicating for him to get dressed. "I will come down and get you. The buzzer is broken and, uhm, ... I will be just a second. I promise," you stammered, lying through the intercom, wondering whether you could hide the truth from your best friend even in spite of her father being at your apartment.

"Okay, I will wait," Nina called back through the intercom, her voice cheerful and unsuspecting as you let go of the switch and grabbed your keys from the counter.

“Cillian, hurry up!” you stage-whispered, glancing back at him as he hastily got dressed, his hands working quickly as his gaze darted between you and the door.

"You can't let her come upstairs Y/N! There is only one way out of the building!" he hissed while zipping up his jeans.

"I know. I have a plan. Just trust me and let me do the talking," you asserted, your voice firm as you pushed the apartment door open. "Just stay here, make yourself a coffee and act cool," you urged, shooting him a quick, reassuring smile.

Cillian's brow furrowed as he leaned against the counter, running a hand through his hair.

"Act cool? Right," he muttered, eyes darting toward the door. "Easier said than done," he grumbled, his fingers tapping restlessly against the countertop.

“You are an actor, so act!" you insisted, urgency creeping into your tone.

Cillian shot you a pointed look, then nodded, resignation settling on his features. “Okay, but if she finds out…” he cut off, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes just before the doorbell echoed again, pulling you toward the threshold.

“I’ll handle it," you told him before walking out of the apartment and shoving your keys into your pocket.

You plastered a confident smile on your face as you wandered down the stairs to pick Nina up at the front of the building, your heart racing as you opened the door.

“What took you so long?" Nina stood there, arms crossed, a teasing grin plastered across her face.

“Uh, just... had to find my slippers," you stammered, forcing a laugh that felt too bright.

“Right,” she smirked, raising an eyebrow before handing you a coffee.

"What's wrong with the intercom?" she then asked, her curiosity piqued.

You shrugged, forcing a casual tone. “Don’t know, probably just acting up," you told her as she followed you upstairs and, just as you reached the front door to your apartment, you stopped.

"Uhm, just so you know, your dad is here too," you blurted out, swallowing hard as you inserted the key into the lock that opens your front door. "I ran into him at Craig's Bar last and we talked for a bit. He didn't really want to go back home, so he slept in dad's room," you lied to your best friend not yet opening the door yet as you were steeling yourself for her reaction.

"Is that why you were funny before?" Nina asked as her eyes narrowed, suspicion flaring.

"Yes, I am sorry," you mumbled before unlocking the door and pushing it open just enough to slip inside. "I didn't want it to be weird," you admitted, stepping aside to let Nina in, her eyes darting around the room.

"It's not weird and it's not your fault my dad just took off again last night!" Nina said loudly as she stepped inside, ensuring that her father could hear her words resonate in the air.

Cillian, indeed, heard what Nina had said and stood tense, brow furrowed and eyes wide.

"Hey sweet pea," Cillian he then greeted her nonetheless with a casual smile, feigning ease as he leaned against the counter but, instead of greeting her father, Nina gave him an angry look.

"You know, you could have at least answered mum's calls last night," she scolded, crossing her arms. "She was worried sick about you not coming home after that fight you had," she continued, eyes narrowing as she glared at him.

Cillian frowned, shifting his weight. “Nina, I—”

“Don’t. Just don’t.” Nina cut him off, frustration seeping into her voice as her father looked away for a moment, his jaw tightening as he thought about how to respond to her. But, before he could say anything, you stepped in, your voice steady.

“Can we not do this now please?" you pleaded, glancing between Nina and Cillian, the tension thickening. "My head really hurts. I had too much to drink last night," you lied again, trying to steer the conversation away from the tension hanging in the air.

Nina huffed, rolling her eyes. “Fine," she conceded, crossing her arms defiantly. "It's not for you to worry about anyway. I am sorry," she then told you while Cillian ran a hand through his hair, frustration flickering in his deep blue eyes.

"I should probably go," he muttered, his voice low as he stepped back, creating distance between himself and his daughter.

Nina sighed, her arms dropping to her sides. “Yes dad! You should go," she snapped, her frustration bubbling over again as she shot him a challenging look.

Cillian swallowed hard but held her gaze. "I will see you later then, okay?" he asked, shifting uncomfortably as if trying not to break beneath her stare. He tried to remain casual and focused, but you could feel the tension crackling in the air.

"Maybe," Nina replied, her voice sharp as she avoided eye contact. "I have stuff to do today," she said, her frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

Cillian glanced toward the door and turned back towards you, his expression a blend of regret and determination. “Thanks for letting me stay Y/N. I will see you on set tomorrow afternoon," he said while reaching for the rest of his belongings.

You nodded, the weight of the unspoken words hanging heavily in the room. "No worries," you replied, your voice steady, yet heavy with emotion.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Nina crossed her arms, frustration etched across her features. "What the hell was that about Y/N? I mean, why did you let him stay here?" she demanded to know, eyeing you with suspicion, the air pulsing with unresolved tension. "You should have told him to come home! You know how bad things have been between my parents, so why wouldn't you send him back to his family?" Nina asked you as she shook her head, frustration boiling in her voice.

"Because it's not for me to tell your dad what to do or not to do," you said gently as you leaned against the kitchen counter as well. "I am sorry Nina, but it's his choice to work things out at home and I can't interfere in that," you told her while, deep down inside, you knew that you had done exactly that by sleeping with him.

You had wronged your friend by getting involved with her father behind her back and guilt gnawed at you as Nina's eyes filled with tears.

“I know Y/N and I am sorry. I am just frustrated. It’s like everything is falling apart,” she choked out, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “I didn't mean to get angry at you," she apologized, her voice trembling.

"It's fine," you replied, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder while more and more guilt gnawed at your insides almost instantly.

“No it's not. You are my best friend and I shouldn't have gotten mad at you for helping my dad," she murmured, her voice shaking as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

You pulled her into an embrace, feeling the weight of emotions swell between you.

"No, honestly, it's fine," you reassured her, pulling away to meet Nina's teary eyes. "I understand, okay?" you told her, putting on act, while deep down inside, you felt terrible for what you allowed to let happen last night.

You felt as though you had taken advantage of the situation, a fragile moment, caught in the tangled web of emotions. Having slept with your best friend's father was the worst thing you had ever done, yet a flicker of warmth crept into your chest, battling against the guilt.

If it was so wrong, then why did it feel so right?

Nina's breath hitched as she stepped back, wiping her eyes.

"You think they’ll really stay together?” she asked, vulnerability threading through her voice.

You shrugged, uncertainty tightening your chest. “I don't know, but I hope they can work it out,” you replied, forcing confidence, even though this too was lie. You did not want Cillian to stay in loveless marriage and you knew that Nina would be better of if they were indeed separating so that there would be some structure again in their lives, even if that new structure itself seems daunting.

***

After some more serious talk about Nina's current situation at home however, Nina and you also shared some laughter, the heaviness momentarily lifting as you took a stroll to the shops.

Going shopping for clothes was one of Nina's favourite things to do, a genuine distraction from her home life and, even though you really could not afford many new clothes at the moment, you felt the thrill of shopping lift your spirits.

As you went from shop to shop and Nina tried on various outfits, you quickly took a second to text Cillian, your heart racing as you typed.

“Hey, hope you’re okay after this morning. L et's talk soon," you typed before you hit send and glanced at Nina, who emerged from the fitting room in a flowing dress that swirled around her legs.

“How do I look?” She twirled, eyes bright.

“Stunning," you exclaimed, a genuine smile spreading across your face as you admired the way the fabric danced with her movements.

Nina beamed, spinning again, “Really? You think so?”

“Absolutely. It suits you,” you replied, your heart lifting with her contagious enthusiasm. Nina spun around again, the dress twirling like a whirlwind.

“Okay, sold. I’ll take it!” Nina said before she dashed back into the fitting room, her excitement radiating through the air as you leaned against the wall outside, heart still racing from the morning’s chaos.

Nina reemerged, a triumphant grin stretching across her face, clutching the dress like a trophy before, suddenly, she received a call from her mother.

“Hello?” Nina answered, her voice shifting to a tense whisper and you stepped aside, sensing the worry in her eyes.

"Where are you Nina?" she asked, her voice sharp as it crackled through the phone.

"I'm out with Y/N, shopping," Nina replied quickly, glancing at you, her brow furrowing with worry. You had been shopping for hours by now and it was obvious to you that Danielle sounded distressed, which made Nina’s expression darken.

"Can you be home by five?" Nina's mother cut in sharply, her tone more demanding than usual and Nina frowned, glancing at you before shaking her head.

"Why? I’m out with Y/N and we were going to grab dinner together," she countered, a hint of defiance in her voice.

"Because we need to talk. We are having a family meeting tonight and I need you to be home for that, ” her mother’s voice crackled from the phone, urgency slicing through the bustling shop as you heard only bits of the conversation between them.

You then saw that Nina's eyes widened, fear creeping into her expression.

“What for mum? What happened?” she asked as her breath caught, her gaze darting around the store as the weight of her mother's words sank in.

“We just need to sit down and talk about things before your father goes back to Liverpool tomorrow. It’s important," Nina's mother voice echoed through the receiver, a palpable tension rising between her and Nina.

"Okay mum. I will be home by five," she murmured, her shoulders slumping as she ended the call and looked at you with concern.

"What happened?" you queried, and Nina inhaled sharply, her voice trembling.

“Mum wants to have a family meeting tonight,” she replied, eyes wide with dread. “It’s about dad I think, and she sounds... serious.”

You frowned, the weight of her words settling in your chest like a stone.

"Do you think this is about their fight last night?" you asked and Nina bit her lip, her hands clenched into fists.

“Possibly and, after last night, I don't know what to expect to be honest. The last time we all had a talk was when these cheating allegations came out in the papers, about dad sleeping with another actress, and it turned into a disaster," Nina explained and panic raised within you as you began to worry about whether the family meeting would spiral into another explosive headline, this time involving you.

Surely, Cillian wouldn't have said anything to Danielle about him cheating on her with you. That would have been absurd. But then again, you did not think rationally right now, and your mind was set to panic mode after his abrupt departure this morning.

You have not had a chance to talk with him about what happened between you both the night before and worry about last night and how irrationally he might act after this morning’s confrontation with Nina twisted your stomach.

In the end though, you pushed those worries aside for now and supported your friend by driving her home so that she would, indeed, get there in time and, as you pulled up in front of Cillian's and Danielle's house you hesitated to step out and onto the driveway, fingers gripping the steering wheel.

"This is it," you simply murmured to Nina with your heart racing as you spotted Cillian from afar. He looked up from his phone, his brows knitting together as he noticed your car.

With a tight smile, you met his gaze and, just as Nina stepped out of your car, he approached.

“Hey,” he greeted, his eyes scanning the distance between you and Nina, an unreadable expression flickering across his face as Nina barged past him and into the house without saying a word.

"Everything alright?" you asked, studying his expression for clues.

Cillian frowned, his brow creasing.

“Not really. We've got some family stuff to hash out,” he replied, glancing towards the door where Nina had disappeared. A tension simmered in the air, thick and unyielding. "And, Y/N… the two of us need to talk as well… about last night," he murmured, stammering, his gaze fixed on the ground.

You shifted your weight, heart pounding. "Right. Yes. Of course," you nodded, searching his eyes for signs of worry or regret.

“Can we talk later tonight?” Cillian's voice lowered, a hint of urgency in his tone. “Because I really want to clear things up between us before we start filming again.”

“Of course,” you replied, feeling the weight of unspoken words between you both as he glanced toward the wide open front door of his house where you noticed two large suitcases blocking the hall from afar.

"Can I come by after eight or nine?" Cillian's asked, his features taut as he looked at you again.

“Yeah, that works,” you replied, holding his gaze, feeling the weight of unspoken tension between you.

He nodded, relief softening his expression.

“Alright, I’ll see you then.” Cillian turned toward the house, hesitating as if torn between his duty to his family and his desire for you, then disappeared inside.

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 24 hours ago

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My Man » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader

Summary: You find out a new recruit kissed Steve and you put her in her place.

Warnings: Fluff, tiny bit of Angst, language, jealous wife, kissing, pet names

A/N: This is inspired by season 5 episode 6 of Mike & Molly.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

The new recruit has been eyeing Steve since the second she got there. She can’t keep her grubby little hands off of him and she always “needs help” when she’s training. Steve always politely turns her down, but she never seems to get the hint.

“Hi, Captain Rogers.” The new recruit Molly says. “Wanna go out for a drink?” She asks flirtatiously.

“No. I’m going home to my wife.” Steve answers.

“Please?” She pouts, putting a hand on his bicep and gave it a squeeze. “Have some fun with me. It won’t hurt if your wife doesn’t know.” She says.

“Yes it will.” He took her hand off of his bicep. “Her and I tell each other everything.” He says.

Without warning, Molly kissed Steve, catching him off guard and making his eyes widened. He pushed her away and quickly left the gym.

“Where are you going?” Molly asks, catching up with him.

Steve didn’t answer her. He just kept walking. Molly huffed and crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. Bucky and Sam noticed Steve walking through the hallways of the compound quickly. He doesn’t do that. They followed him and caught up to him.

“Steve, what’s wrong?” Sam asks.

“N-Nothing.” Steve answers with a stutter.

“I’ve known you for years and I know when something is wrong with you.” Bucky says.

Steve stopped in his tracks and sighed before turning his attention to his friends.

“You guys know that new recruit Molly?” Steve says.

“The girl who flirts with everyone? Yea. What about her?” Bucky asks.

“She kissed me.” He said.

Bucky’s and Sam’s eyes went wide.

“Did you kiss her back?” Sam asks.

“No!” He answers. “I’m a married man with the most beautiful wife.” He said. “What am I supposed to tell Y/N when I get home?” He asks nervously.

“Don’t say anything.” Sam tells him.

“Don’t do that!” Bucky narrowed his eyes at Sam. “Tell her the truth. I’m sure she’ll understand.” Bucky tells him.

Steve knows Bucky is right. He has to tell you what happened or you’ll somehow find out.

“You’re right. Thanks, Buck.” Steve says.

“I always am right.” Bucky says.

The drive home, Steve was dreading telling you that another woman kissed him today. He knows he has to tell you. He’s just nervous about your reaction.

“Hi, baby!” You greeted Steve at the door with a kiss. “How was work?” You asked.

“It was fine.” Steve says, trying not to sound nervous.

You furrowed as you stared up at your husband. You could tell something was wrong by the sound of his voice. You could hear the nervousness in his voice.

“Are you ok, baby? You look and sound nervous.” You say with concern in your voice.

“I uhh…” Steve paused for a moment.

Steve knows he has to tell you what happened with the new recruit today. He might as well be straightforward with you. He was just nervous about telling you.

“Something happened after training with one of the new recruits today.” He begins. “The new recruit, Molly…” He paused again. “She uhh- She kissed me.” He tells you.

You backed away from Steve. Anger bubbled up inside of you. The thought of another woman’s lips on your husband’s lips set you off.

“She kissed you?” You asked, making sure you heard him right.

Steve nodded his head yes.

“Did you kiss her back?” You asked.

“No!” Steve immediately answers. “I would never do that. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I did.” He said.

You looked in Steve’s eyes, seeing if he’s telling the truth or not. You can always tell if he’s telling the truth or lying by looking in his eyes. You could tell he’s being truthful with you right now.

“I believe you, baby.” You murmured, hugging him. “I love you.” You say softly.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Steve says.

You looked up at your husband and stood on your tippy toes, kissing him sweetly.

“Let’s cuddle. I want to hold you.” He says.

Steve changed into comfortable clothes and then joined you on the couch to cuddle you and watch movies with you.

The next day, you stormed into the Avengers compound, going straight to the gym. You knew the recruits are in there being trained. Natasha watched you burst through the doors of the gym.

“Steve, your wife is here.” Natasha tells him.

Steve looked over at you, watching you walk over to the recruits.

“Uh oh…” Steve mumbles to himself.

You stopped in front of the recruits, catching their attention.

“Which one of you is Molly?” You asked.

“Me.” A petite girl rose her hand.

You chuckled lightly and pushed your way through the other recruits to get to her.

“So you’re Molly? The girl who always flirts with Captain Rogers.” You say, looking her over.

“Umm, who are you exactly?” Molly asks with sass in her voice.

“Y/N Rogers.” You simply answered.

“Oh! You’re Captain Rogers’s sister, aren’t you?” She says with a smile.

“No I’m not his sister. I’m his wife!” You say.

Bucky and Sam walked in the gym.

“What’s going on?” Bucky asks Steve.

“Y/N is confronting the recruit who kissed me yesterday.” Steve tells him.

Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Natasha watched the whole interaction between you and Molly.

“I’d appreciate it if you kept your lips and hands off of my husband.” You said.

“Or what?” She taunted.

You took a step closer to her.

“I’ll kick your ass.” You tell her. “Trust me, you don’t want that to happen. My husband and Sergeant Barnes taught me a few things about fighting and I’ll gladly show you them if you ever kiss my husband again. Do you understand?” You say lowly.

“I-I understand.” She stutters.

“Good.” You said, walking away.

You walked up to Steve, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. Steve’s hands found their place on your waist to steady himself. Bucky, Sam, and Natasha watched with looks of approval on their faces. You pulled away, leaving Steve speechless and breathless.

“I’ll see you at home, Captain.” You say with a wink before walking away.

Steve licked his lips as he walked you walk out of the gym. You swayed your hips on your way out.

“I fucking love that woman.” Steve says after a moment, his eyes never leaving you.

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haikyu-mp4 · 6 hours ago

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Filthy liars

word count; 428 – gn!reader

“Pass,” you announced carelessly after entering Onigiri Miya and finding your friend with bleach-blonde hair instead of his usual dark brown. There was also an annoyingly smug smirk on his face, and you were thankful it dropped into a look of disbelief at your statement.

“Huh?!”

“You’re so much hotter with your natural hair, why did ya bleach it?” you asked, already taking your usual seat on the high chair closest to the register.

Miya squinted. “I was gonna ask who ya think I am but honestly who do YOU think ya are?” he asked in return, all attitude and quickly making you reconsider this whole interaction.

Oh. Your eyes flitted to the picture that hung on the wall to your right, finding Osamu with a blonde head of hair in a headlock on a volleyball court. So this was his twin.

“Ahh,” you mused, humorous eyes focusing back on him. “You’re Atsumu. I heard terrible things about you.”

And I’m not saying Atsumu has a degradation kink, but he’s trying really hard to ignore the heat rising to his ears.

“Clearly you’re speaking to the wrong people-”

“Will ya stop terrorising my customers?” You leaned a bit to the left to see Osamu coming from the back room, only to smack a roll of documents at the back of Atsumu’s head for emphasis.

“I’ll have ya know that your customers are in fact terrorising ME,” he answered in his defence, pointing at you like a little kid.

You held your hands up and scoffed in complete disbelief. “I would never!”

Osamu pinned you with a raised eyebrow. “Filthy liars, both of ya.” He snapped his fingers at Atsumu and pointed over his shoulder. “Make yourself useful and wipe the tables.”

Atsumu’s jaw dropped and he breathed out like this was the biggest betrayal he had experienced in his lifetime, before grabbing the nearest cloth and doing exactly what his brother asked him to. He would be stomping out of there if he hadn’t lost that bet to Osamu.

You grinned, looking like a laughing fox as the blonde passed you.

“What can I get ya, heathen?” Osamu asked, bringing your focus back forward. His twin cursing at the tables as he wiped them became background noise while you two caught up on the latest.

Atsumu wished he could deny the way he kept glancing over at you, reeking of jealousy at the way you laughed with his brother. It’s pathetic. You’re just about the most annoying person he ever met and he’s head over heels for ya.

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aaakikoo · 3 days ago

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AOT MEN,

what do they get jealous of?

summary -> what makes them jealous basically

paring(s) -> levi, eren, armin, jean, connie x f!reader

an -> levi is the only one with the normal verse, sorry! also haven’t posted in a while so enjoy this while i make pt 2 RQ

warnings -> pet names?, cursing, jealousy obv, tell me if i missed any lol

this is part 1, eren and levi. here is part two

LEVI ACKERMAN: AOT VERSE

he hates when someone else, other than him obviously, helps you learn a new skill, or teaches you anything.

as levi was doing his captain duties, that includes walking around, huffing and puffing, asking if everyone is feeling alright and ready on a nice morning, checking his papers and signing some that needs to be sent to the military police.

he then suddenly spots you sparring with miche, and not the usual kind of sparring, but the one where miche was teaching you how to throw a proper punch, a tight fist that sends a face flying away.

levi wasn’t that far away from you and miche, watching as he held hands and turned into a fist, held your shoulders, both of you sharing strong willed glances. you and miche aren’t doing a thing suspicious, but to levi, he needs to be the one protecting and providing you all the skills and tricks you need to learn, not anyone else.

then you suddenly spotted levi, “good morning captain.” you said, as he tch-ed and walked away, leaving the two of you confused.

a couple hours later of combat and ODM training, you, levi and hange were going to hold a presentation infront of the new scout regiment members. teaching the kids how to fight, the right techniques, how to stick together and help each other out.

“make sure everyone goes over their notes on the titans anatomy later, it’s important for your final exam. for now you are all excused to lunch break! eat well we’ll be well on our way to a different district by the evening.” hange wrapped our excusing everyone, she collected her notes and head back to the library. everyone began to leave.

as the hall emptied, you asked “levi, are you okay?” he didn’t answer, “hello? from earth to captain levi? what is wrong?” still no answer as he took a sip from his tea.

“well i cannot know what’s bothering you if you don’t tell me.” you said walking up closer to him, standing by the side of his chair. you pushed him a little bit away from the table making space for yourself in between. you kneeled down, putting your head in his lap.

“i saw you sparring with miche, i don’t know why but it was oddly uncomfortable.” he suddenly spoke. you glanced up at him, “really, levi?” you chuckled a little before giving a proper explanation, “well miche very well combat trained, so i thought i’d ask him for some tips, you know? to strengthen my knowledge in most areas.” you reassured him.

“so nothing going on?” he asked, lifting his eyebrow, then finishing his tea. “nope, all in your head.” you smiled. suddenly you felt cold hands go through your hair, giving you a gentle head massage. “what if someone walks in now?” he asked. “it’ll be alright.” you lifted your head to kiss his lips, him returning it, holding you by the back of your head, while still rubbing your head with his thumb.

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EREN JAEGER: modern AU

eren hates when you watch gym videos made by guys. his ego makes him believe he’s the finest man to walk on this earth and you should only be taking advice from someone with his incredible physique.

after a long break of combining work and school, you finally went back for the gym, you don’t really know if you were slacking off or if you genuinely didn’t have time, but regardless, you’re back now.

you woke up sort of early, had promised your boyfriend to tag along with him the gym, he was stirring in bed while you made your breakfast, considering of yogurt with fruits and a smoothie. you sat down to eat, while watching a PT explained how to tone a body on youtube.

suddenly eren comes from behind, wrapping his arms around you, and you can feel his sweaty forehead on your shoulders. “morning eren.” you said smiling, “mmm..morning” he said as he went to get himself a glass of water.

“ready for today?” you asked your boyfriend with him nodding his head, he sat down next to you, eating an apple as he noticed that you were watching something, as his vision focused more as he got more awake he noticed you were watching a guy give gym advice and help.

before he could think about it for a little he asked, “who the fuck is that?” he said a little too loud, you turned to him, “hm? who? oh he’s just some guy i found on youtube, why?” you said confused.

“well..why the hell are you watching him?” eren almost yelled smacking his hand on the counter top, you grew more confused and annoyed, “well he’s just providing help with what i exactly am looking for. what the fuck is up with you?”

“i mean…” he said trailing off, “he doesn’t even look good.” he suddenly got more cautious of the situation, realising he had been unreasonable. “and if anything, you should’ve asked me if you were wondering about anything. i am always here to help you.” he said blushing almost shy.

“well yes of course i know that, but it wouldn’t hurt to get advice from someone else especially since you were sleeping, eren!”

a moment of silence.

“sorry, i’ll go get dressed so we can go.”

he got up and walked to the bedroom.

“eren, wait.” you said, he turned back to you, “i only love you silly, remember that. i don’t even know who he is. please don’t overthink it.” you smiled at him, getting up from your seat and walking up him. hugging his waist, he suddenly lifted you up as you yelped.

“eren!” you started laughing as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

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yapiiya · 2 days ago

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Part 1

“I’ll be 87, you’ll be 89 / I’ll still look at you like the stars that shine.”

Blue Lock

Michael Kaiser x Reader

Fluff & Angst

Note: All characters and events in this story are entirely fictional and not based on real people or events. Please be advised that this story includes themes of violence, abuse, and spoilers for the manga. Reader discretion is advised.

The swing creaked softly under my weight as I held out the bread to the boy sitting beside me. He hesitated, his ocean-blue eyes glimmering with an emotion I couldn’t quite place. He looked fragile, like glass on the verge of breaking, but there was something fierce in his gaze, a defiance that refused to shatter.

“Don’t worry!” I urged, grinning. “It’s not poisoned. It’s from the bakery just over there.”

He stared at the bread for a moment longer before carefully taking it from my hands. His fingers were thin and trembling, his knuckles scratched and bruised. My heart ached at the sight, but I tried not to show it.

“Thank you…” His voice was soft, almost a whisper. Then, to my surprise, he tore the bread in half, handing the larger piece back to me.

“Oh! Thanks!” I beamed, taking it. “I didn’t bring this for me, but I’ll eat with you!”

We sat together in silence, swinging slowly and munching on our bread. The park was quiet except for the chirping of birds and the distant laughter of children. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, studying his worn clothes and messy blonde hair that glinted like sunlight.

“You know,” I began, breaking the silence, “I see you here all the time. I wanted to be your friend. You look so cool playing soccer.”

His eyes flicked toward me, and for a second, I thought I saw the faintest hint of a smile. “Thanks,” he murmured.

“Do you want to be a soccer player someday?” I asked excitedly. “It suits you! You look so happy when you play.”

“I… I don’t know,” he admitted, his gaze falling to the ground. His hands clutched the swing’s chains tightly, his knuckles white.

“Do you feel a connection with your soccer ball?” I asked. “My mom always says that if your heart feels something strongly, you should follow it.”

He was quiet, his sadness evident in the way his shoulders slumped. I bit my lip, trying to think of how to lift his spirits.

“Well, I think you should go for it,” I said earnestly, leaning forward to catch his gaze. “Starting now, I’m your first fan. I’ll be your number one fan when you play soccer. I just know you’ll do well.”

He glanced at me, his expression softening.

The streetlights flickered on, and I realized it was getting late.

“Oh, I need to go home!” I jumped off the swing. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

He nodded silently.

“Wait! What’s your name?”

“…Michael.”

“Michael? Hmm… Mihya! I’m calling you Mihya from now on!” I waved enthusiastically as I ran off, his quiet chuckle following me into the night.

Over the years. Mihya and I grew closer with each passing day. Every afternoon, I’d find him waiting at the swings, and we’d spend hours talking—or rather, I’d talk while he listened. He didn’t open up much, but I didn’t mind. His presence was enough.

But no matter how much time passed, the bruises never disappeared. Sometimes, there were new ones, and it broke my heart to see them.

One day, I couldn’t keep my worry to myself anymore. “Mihya… are you okay? Your bruises… they don’t seem to get better.”

He didn’t answer right away, his eyes fixed on his soccer ball. Just as I was about to apologize for asking, he spoke.

“My father,” he said quietly. “He gets angry. And… I’m the one he takes it out on.”

His words felt like a punch to the gut. I’d suspected something was wrong, but hearing it confirmed was almost unbearable.

I reached out, placing my hand over his. “You don’t deserve that,” I said firmly, my voice trembling. “You’re not alone, Mihya. I’m here for you.”

He didn’t say anything, but his hand tightened around mine.

For years, we shared everything—bread, secrets, plastic rings, and dreams. Michael began to smile more, though he still rarely spoke. I cherished those moments, holding onto them like treasures. He still had his quiet days, and sometimes I’d catch him staring at the horizon with a faraway look, as if he was dreaming of a world far beyond the park.

But then, one day, he didn’t show up.

I waited by the swings for hours, the bread in my hands growing cold. Maybe he was running late, I thought. Maybe something had come up. But as the days turned into weeks, the hope I clung to began to wither.

He was gone.

At first, I told myself he’d be back. Maybe he was busy. But the more time passed, the more doubts crept in. Had I done something wrong? Had I said something to upset him? The thought twisted in my chest, filling me with guilt.

I kept returning to the park, hoping for a glimpse of him. Every blonde-haired boy I saw made my heart race, only for disappointment to settle in when it wasn’t him. I even went to the bakery, hoping the scent of fresh bread would bring some kind of comfort, but all it did was remind me of how alone I felt.

Eventually, I started to believe the worst—that Michael had simply left me behind. Maybe he’d grown tired of my chatter, or maybe he’d found someone better to be with. The boy who once felt like my entire world had vanished, and I was left wondering if I’d ever meant anything to him at all.

— Author’s note!

Happy new year, everyone! I hope 2025 is off to a great start for all of you! I couldn’t resist diving into some angst for this story 😅 But don’t worry, I promise part 2 will be all about fluff and warm feelings to make up for it. Every reblog, like, and comment means so much to me and helps share this story with others who might enjoy it. I’d love to hear your thoughts, feedback, or anything that stood out to you. Thank you so much for taking the time to engage. <3

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whrfchnn · 2 days ago

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우영 ! ୨ LOSING MY INNOCENCE IN THE BACKSEAT !

⭑ car sex with wooyoung .ᐟ

wooyoung x chubby!fem!reader

warnings .ᐟ 18+ !! car sex (duh), extreme overstimulation, brief passing out, woo uses readers tits to get off, readers first time squirting, creampie, somewhat mean dom woo, big boobie bitches for wooyoung! they’re in europe for their anniversary, reader is implied to have curly hair and is chubby. Not proofread! I’ll edit later <3

mona’s notes .ᐟ Minors dni! I’m not responsible for what you consume on the internet. Reblogs are appreciated! Happy new year guys! Ending the year with Wooyoung, can you guess who I’ll start 2025 with? enjoy <3

𖤐 The ride back to the airbnb was quiet and full of tension, more so on wooyoung's part. You had this entire day planned, wear the tightest lace halter top you owned, tease him here and there, and get the best fucking of your life.

You’ve successfully executed these earlier by one, placing your elbows on the dinner table, evidently squeezing your boobs together so they practically spilled over your top. Poor guy had to place a towel on his lap to conceal his erection.

Later on, the tiny hops you did in place out of excitement when he gifted you a diamond necklace making your boobs bounce and move like water in his fucking face was the last thing you did before he forced you into his jacket. He himself was going crazy, he didn’t need any onlookers getting off to this.

He ended the night with a private boat cruise along the parliament of hungary, his arms wrapped tightly around you from behind. Wooyoung was quick to get you in his car, the ride back to the airbnb was quite a while since he wanted to stay somewhere secluded and quiet so you guys can enjoy yourselves.

The last straw of your little game was when you clipped your hair up, moving your curls out of your face before you leaned into the center console to mess with the radio, your tits basically in his face, and once again making your boobs spill from the tight confinement.

Without a word, he pulled the car over after making sure there were no other vehicles on the road. “what’s wrong babe?”

He didn’t answer you, simply gesturing to the backseat with his hand and nodding his head at you, “climb back there” but you didn’t move, somewhat stunned that he would do it here and now, but this is Wooyoung afterall.

Seeing your unmoving body still in the passenger seat simply gawking at him like a fish out of water, he took his glasses off and threw them somewhere on the centre console, unbuckling his seatbelt before reaching over to do yours but instead of ushering you into the backseat he climbed over and sat down, deliciously manspreading.

He tilted his head at you, tongue poking the inside of his cheek, “you’re either gonna climb back here willingly and get on your knees or I will do it for you”.

You did it, you’ve successfully summoned mean dom woo and you knew you were in for a good fuck as you climbed over the seats, his hand on your shoulder forcing you on your knees, right between his legs. His bulging cock was making your mouth water as you made eye contact with it.

“If you’re thinking of my dick in your mouth, you can forget about it. You don’t deserve it, her on the other hand, she’s been begging to be used today hmm?.” Her being your boobs.

“Woo-“ the sudden yanking of your top cut you off, his hands pulled the sad excuse of a ‘shirt’ under your tits, exposing the matching lace bra and beautiful tits that were begging to be free.

“What are you waiting for? A cookie? Hurry up and take my dick out already” Wooyoung was giving you a whiplash but you did as told, desperate hands undoing his zipper and pulling his pants down, he lifted his hips to help you a bit before letting you resume your work. His cock was already hard, slapping against his stomach as you pulled it out of his designer underwear.

Your hand automatically moved up and down on his dick, watching as some pre cum gathered on his tip, tempting you to lick it.

Wooyoung busied himself with your tits, fondling them over your bra all the while keeping an eye on you. He was serious when he said you won’t be sucking his dick but that didn’t mean you couldn’t jerk him off or give him small kitten licks.

You had your tongue out giving his cock sweet kisses as your hand worked on him, flicking your wrist as you reached his tip, just the way he liked it. Wooyoung’s hips started moving in place as you picked up your pace, softly thrusting into your hand, the sweet licks and kisses from earlier creating slick pornographic sounds along with his low groans.

Wooyoung stopped you before he came, grabbing your wrist and moving them off himself. His dick stood tall as he made eye contact with you, pushing a curl that fell out of your bun and smiling softly before he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you up on your knees.

He didn’t take your bra off, no, he simply grabbed a handful of your tits and lifted them away from your body so he could line his dick up and push it between your tits. Your pussy convulsed at the unexpected action, it was a tight fit but that’s what he wanted.

“Wanna spit on it for me baby?” Your expression alone said yes, you being the good girl looked down and gathered your spit before letting it trinkle from your lips onto your chest, the thrusting of his dick spread your saliva, making his cock glide up and down more easily.

The extra squeeze the bra and his hand provided quickly brought back his earlier orgasm. He throws his head back as he holds both of your tits in his hand moving them roughly along with thrust, his balls smacking against your body making those delicious lewd sounds.

You could tell he was close, wanting to be the good girl he loved so much, you looked down at where you were conjoined and stuck your tongue out, meeting his tip with each of his thrust. If heaven was real, Wooyoung would describe it as this moment right here. You with your tongue out, his dick fucking your tits as if it was your pussy, that was it for him.

He threw his head back against his seat as he came, hips stuttering as ropes of cum landed on your neck, collarbone and chest, with some catching onto your tongue. Wooyoung let your breasts go, dick still in place as he looked at your expression, so fucked out and eyes glazed over with want…need.

He gives you a small mean smirk, pulling his dick out and grabbing your hair again, yanking you up on your feet as he skillfully switches your positions, pushing you onto the seats where he previously was sitting, facing away from him. Your upper body was hanging over the seats, while the lower was kneeling on it.

Wooyoung kept his hand in your hair, making sure you won’t move as he pulled your underwear down stopping at your knees and roughly cupping your pussy. Your juices coated his palms as soon as he made contact, just him using your tits to jerk off created a flood down there. For good measure, he spat on his hands and rubbed it over your clit and entrance before inserting two of his fingers.

He gave you no time to adjust, setting a roughly pace as he fingered you. The sudden intrusion and the pace he was going at was basically making your pussy talk.

“Baby wait, slow down— !” your ass and thighs jiggled, tensing up as you felt your orgasm suddenly approach quickly. Wooyoung’s fingers were hitting the walls of your pussy hard, making you feel as if you were ready to piss.

Wooyoung ignored your warning and just sped up his movements even more with the new information, he was smirking from behind you, watching your body convulse and move. It was cute how you were trying to close your legs but with his body between them, it made it impossible.

He let go of your hair, instead wrapping it around your stomach, squeezing your love handles as he leaned down and spread kisses along your spine. He moved closer to your ear, kissing your lobe, “Let go for me princess”

You let out a cry as the weird feeling became too much, your body going rigid and feeling yourself fade away.

Wooyoung pulled his finger out of your pussy, watching your squirt on yourself, getting it all over the seat and him as well. He noted your earlier scream going quiet as your thighs shook violently and your upper body became limp.

After checking on you, he moved himself lower so his face was in front of your aching pussy, wasting no time he dived right in; forcing his tongue between your folds to open them and lick clean from your clit all the way to your entrance.

Your whole thighs and legs were covered in your sweet substances, along with his face now. He pushed his head against her harder, flicking tongue violently on your poor overstimulated clit, his crazy back and forth head movement forcing him closer to her.

You came down your high with a gasp, reaching back to desperately push Wooyoung’s head away from you but he simply growled and took your wrist in his hand, immobilizing you before continuing his make out session with your pussy.

“You’re gonna give me one more princess” Wooyoung let your wrist go, grabbing a handful of your ass instead to spread them, sucking your clit into his mouth and torturing it with his tongue.

Soon enough Wooyoung’s mouth filled with your delicious creampie, he hummed against you as he ate you out, sending vibrations throughout your worn out body.

“That’s my good girl, you did so good for me” you felt him gently kiss your thighs and ass as he moved up your body, hands softly gliding along your tummy and squeezing here and there, softly.

He brought your body closer to his in a hug, nudging your head with his to get you to look at him. The sight of your teary face and ruined mascara brought excitement to his cock, he loves when you cry because you just look so good, so fuckable. Nevertheless, he kissed you gently and slowly, letting you taste yourself on him, “you squirted bubba, I’m proud of you”

“That’s why I passed out?” It was a foreign and extreme feeling, wooyoung nodded, his chin on your shoulder watching you process the information.

“Your seats!” you moved back against him, or tried to, to look at the leather seat, the evidence of your sinful actions were there of course, but no damage done.

He giggled at your action, you worrying over his car seats after he just literally fucked you into next week was adorable.

“Don’t worry about that bubba, let’s go home hmm? I still have one more gift for you” he kissed you before you could protest, gently patting your thighs and pulling your very much ruined underwear off and pocketing it in his jeans, “I’m keeping this by the way”

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gilverrwrites · 3 days ago

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Idek if it’s cannon but I’m pretty sure the supers are like in the south but anyway the thought of Kons voice having a southern twang to it is highkey driving me up a wall like esp when he’s telling u to do smt during sex

It does it for me too, I always imagine him with a smidge of an accent even if he probably doesn't have one. I'm not American so please correct my geography if its wrong. Warnings: very brief, non-graphic mention of possible choking.

Lois is from Metropolis which is supposed to be in Delaware (Southern), but I think she has more of a fast talking mid-atlantic city accent.

Clark is mid-western; Smallville being in rural Kansas, I believe. Which isn't southern, but is “country” and so there is overlap there. As the 'serious investigative journalist'; Clark Kent, he tones the accent down a lot. As Superman he turns it on a bit, plays it up for the public. At home/with friends he just talks and whatever comes out is what comes out. He also, definitely lays it on thicker for Lois cause he knows it does something for her. (or Bruce, or whoever else you ship him with).

Accents aren't genetic, so Kon probably doesn't naturally have either, however, he's around them enough to pick up a bit of a twang and maybe some key phrases. Usually he just puts it on for shits and giggles, often around Lex because it pisses him off, but sometimes he uses it on you.

The first time it was an accident, you called his name as you approached, planning on asking him something but he was only half paying attention, busy joking around with Bart, so he answers with a distracted; “Yeah, Darlin’?” Whatever had been in your head quickly left the room and so did you.

Second time, he catches you staring at him absentmindedly. He stares right back until you catch on, and then he asks with a sly smirk; “You fixin’ for somethin’, hon?” You quickly avert you gaze.

By now he's catching on. The next time he sees you, he makes an effort to compliment you, asking if that's a new shade of lipstick or if you're doing something different with your hair as he runs his fingers over the feature in reference. “Well ain'chu as pretty as a peach.” He’s testing a theory, one that you unknowingly confirm by staring at your feet and letting out a bashful giggle.

From there he starts using it more and more, pushing your buttons with a half smile and a thick drawl (that the rest of the team will give him shit for later) until he's got you pressed into his mattress. Askin’ if you gussied up just for him as he tears off your clothes. Calls you cute names while he's talkin’ real sinful. “You see what you do to me, darlin'?” With his hand around your neck, desperately grinding his sex against yours.

“Thats it, honey, say my name. Say. My. Name.” While you try to rake your nails down his back, sputtering “K-Kon-onner.” over and over while he fucks you to the edge.

“You wanna cum? Yeah? Go on, sugar, cum for me.” As he holds your face in place, looking right into your pretty eyes as he fucks you through it.

#anon #thanks for the ask!#you'll be plumb tuckered by the time he's done with you #kon el x reader #conner kent x reader #superboy x reader #he loves to hear you call his name over and over again #nsft #gilverrrambles #tw choking

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blissfulrain12 · 2 days ago

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Cockpit Conversation Analysis

So I just wanted to go over my thoughts on this conversation cause I think people miss out on a few things. It's the first conversation we see between Curly and Jimmy when it's just the two of them. Before it happens we're told that Jimmy has been difficult with Anya, making her job harder and saying things that are sexual harassment (if the cartoon horse question isn't actually on the eval). We go into the conversation with the framing that Jimmy and Curly are friends. They've known each other for a long time and Curly is confident Jimmy won't bullshit him. Except on the way to the cockpit we get Curly's one and only bizarro moment and it's an expression of fear and anxiety. With this context in mind let's look at the actual conversation.

Transcript from @familiarartistname they're awesome for providing these.

I've already talked about these lines a bit but to sum up Jimmy asks Curly to fake it and Curly refuses to forcing him to go through the eval.

What I want to point out for this post is that Jimmy's not wrong in his assessment of how useless the psych evals are. I think his general irritation with the eval helps mask his disdain for Anya. Especially if being attracted to cartoon horses is an actual question in universe and not just an easter egg on the in game eval sheet. If it is I think this is part of why Curly and Anya don't take Jimmy as seriously as they should here.

I also think it's important to note how and when Curly bends the rules. He'll do Jimmy's eval for Anya but he won't make up answers for Jimmy. I think this is an example of the balancing act that Curly is engaged in as captain.

These next lines are interesting to me. One is that Curly seems to take separation of what PE needs to know and not know. He makes it clear that whatever Jimmy says here is not going to be repeated to the company. He does something similar for Anya when he thinks she took the gun during a breakdown over the layoffs. Notably he doesn't open up to Anya during his own eval. I wouldn't be surprised if part of the reason he doesn't is because of a lack of this distinction. This is also another example of Curly doing that balancing act of being a captain. Managing what the company should know while protecting his coworkers' mental health.

The other interesting part is Jimmy's answer to the question. He likes it cause they're in control here. I think Jimmy is the most positive about working for PE and it's all because he feels in control. I think people miss it but Jimny is happy for the most part pre layoff. He's in control what more could he want?

I think it's interesting that he says this because on paper Jimmy's not in control. I've seen people call Jimmy Curly's co-captain but he's not. He's just the co-pilot and by the looks of things isn't actually of higher rank than the rest of the crew. Post crash it takes 2 months for him to take the captain title and he gets push back from the others. If he did outrank them or was co-captain leadership would have instantly passed to him but it doesn't. Yet Jimmy says "We're in control" because Curly's control is his control because he controls/leeches off of Curly. I think this line is our first warning sign that something's not quite right with their relationship.

This part of the conversation has a lot going on even though it's so few lines. First it tells us that Jimmy liking the job is unexpected because he's struggled in the past and people praise Curly as a captain and Jimmy doesn't like that.

Focusing on Jimmy's line I think this is the first line that people pick up on that their friendship is strange because who tells their friend people praising them is annoying? If you look at the flow of the conversation there's no reason for Jimmy to bring this up as well. It goes "How are you?" "Great" "That's unexpected because of your past" "Yeah well people praising you is annoying". They're not talking about Curly or how people see him as a captain. Jimmy brings it up and calls it annoying simply to hurt Curly.

Jimmy takes Curly bringing up his struggles as an attack so he attacks back by making him feel bad about something good. Remember that when Jimmy brings this up during the birthday scene he misquotes Curly as saying "struggle of a life" when that's not what Curly said at all. That's how Jimmy felt about it though. This also isn't the last time Jimmy uses Curly's success as a captain as a weapon against him either. The way Jimmy does this is also very emotionally abusive. Jimmy isn't just framing praise for Curly as bad but bad because it upsets Jimmy. It might not seem like much but comments like these are links in a chain, they add up together.

For Curly's part of the conversation I've seen interesting interpretations of what those "struggles" were but I think we do lose some context sometimes. It's important to remember that Curly thinks Jimmy's struggles would've led him to dislike being a freighter pilot. Meaning his struggles are most likely more personal in nature.

So Jimmy switches topics again by asking Curly what's bothering him. Jimmy also does this during the birthday party scene. He seems very intune with Curly's emotions able to see past any attempts to hide it and see that he's upset. Which does indicate their closeness and friendship.

As for the last line looking at this transcript made me realize how much the fandom associates this suicidal imagery with Curly even though it's Jimmy who says it. In fact I don't think Curly ever describes his feelings like this it's always Jimmy who says it about Curly. This is a very odd way to ask your friend why he seems upset and iirc the next time Jimmy brings this imagery up to Curly is right before he attempts a murder-suicide.

(The line "And that's bad?" should be green as that's Jimmy.)

Curly's answer to Jimmy's question is very interesting because it's not uncommon for people his age to feel this way. We spend the first part of our lives growing into, discovering, and establishing the people we're going to be. When we hit our 30s/40s it's natural to look over who you've become and what you've made for yourself and ask "Am I satisfied with this?" I think for Curly he's leaning towards "no".

It's not that Curly thinks he's above his job, he's just not satisfied in it. It's like how Swansea isn't satisfied with the life of a family man even though society says that's the "right" way to live. Curly is weighing the risks and benefits of staying in a steady job he's successful at vs starting over with something that will satisfy him even if he's not conventionally successful at it. It's a heavy decision to make and we know from the dlc for How Fish Are Made that Curly regrets not changing sooner.

As for Jimmy's response, he in fact doesn't get it. It's fascinating how Jimmy took Curly's words about life satisfaction and turned it into being about career success and hierarchy. Curly's feelings have nothing to do with reaching the top of his career but Jimmy can't see this. Jimmy sees the world through Capitalist/Patriarchal hierarchies and has a habit of projecting his feelings/pov onto others. This is the closest he can get to understanding where Curly is in his life right now. Which makes sense because Jimmy comes from poverty and has struggled in the past he's not at the same life stage as Curly.

It's also fascinating that again we see imagery that the fandom associates with Curly being something Jimmy says about Curly and that Curly never expresses. The only time this imagery comes up for Curly iirc is his bizzaro sequence leading up to this conversation with Jimmy. The ladder is a metaphor Jimmy imposes on Curly. He also kind of imposes this sense of ambition onto Curly. Like it's only natural that after reaching the top of one ladder a man would look for a new ladder to climb.

There's something about the last thing Jimmy says here that is necessary to point out because I think people miss it. Jimmy turns the conversation back to himself. He's made Curly's feelings about himself and once again made Curly's feelings in opposition to his own. Curly's dissatisfaction while being at the top vs Jimmy still climbing.

Lastly Curly knows Jimmy doesn't get it. "Something like that" indicates Jimmy's interpretation isn't right and later in the birthday party scene Curly reinforces this by saying things like "what I was trying to tell you". So yeah Curly knows that Jimmy doesn't understand him but doesn't try to explain further.

Curly's last bit of dialog in this scene is him comforting Jimmy. Remember how I said Jimmy recenters himself despite the conversation at this point being about Curly? This is what I mean. Jimmy asked Curly to be vulnerable with him and Curly ends up comforting Jimmy. Jimmy gives Curly no words of reassurance here, in fact Curly doesn't even get understanding.

In comparison see my Dead Pixel analysis where even though Curly doesn't see the pixel he still believes Anya and aligns with her opinion of the screen being nice. There's no alignment here between Curly and Jimmy, they are talking about 2 different things and it's one sided in Jimmy's favor. In the Dead Pixel convo notice how Anya continues to open up to him, she goes from the pixel to the time left to the locks. Curly in comparison stops trying.

This line also establishes Curly's belief in Jimmy. A belief that even this conversation demonstrates that he shouldn't have. But it's subtle and I can't blame Curly for missing all the things wrong here when so many of the fandom misses it too. We give the conversation the benefit of the doubt because they're friends and we don't know the full scope of Jimmy yet. It's also interesting cause this is the only time Curly says he believes in Jimmy outright and yet the way he believes Anya about Jimmy brings up questions for another time.

Alright last bit and it's from Jimmy himself. So two things from those first lines. One we have Jimmy back to feeling good from Curly's belief in him. A reminder that back when he was asked how he was doing he was fine. Jimmy's feelings are the priority here. Two we see Jimmy's insecurities in here. He's insecure about how his eval comes across. He's very insecure about how he's precieved which comes up again and again through his obsession with reputation, being a hero, and being a patriarch. I also think this points to where his struggles might be in. The evals are labeled as psychological but the actual questions are about employee productivity. Which part of that Jimmy is worried about I'm not sure.

Then we get the message from corporate and Jimmy is instantly out of there. Which brings me back to the beginning. Jimmy likes it there cause "we're in control" and yet when the responsibility of that control shows up he excuses himself. Granted there may be a rule that no one else can be in the room when messages come in but that reinforces the fact that Jimmy doesn't have any power on paper. He's not a co-captain. Jimmy's sense of control comes from his power over Curly.

So yeah my final thoughts? This conversation is unhealthy and it's the nicest conversation we see Jimmy have with the actual Curly. We get a little joking around here and there but one on one longer convos? This is as nice as it gets. In context Curly experiences feelings of fear, anxiety, and isolation on his way to this conversation. It's full of unhealthy moments and the one sided prioritizing of Jimmy's feelings. The status quo for them has not changed yet. If this is an example of what their average conversations are like their relationship is emotionally abusive.

Imagine having a friendship where you have to always prioritize your friend's emotions over your own. Where if you say something that bothers them they take verbal potshots at you. Where they make you feel guilty for being more successful. Where they make your vulnerabilities about them. It's like I said it's links in a chain. By themselves it's not a problem but together over time these behaviors will do damage to a person.

And putting this conversation back into context this is one of three verbally abusive moments we witness in the span of a week. And there are indicators that in each that these abusive behaviors aren't new. Curly in this conversation doesn't question Jimmy claiming control or the "praise for you is annoying" comment. None of this is weird to him and that's a bad sign. Abusive behavior was already normalized on the Tulpar, it was a powder keg waiting to happen.

#If you wonder why Curly reacts so weirdly to Anya's abuse this is part of why #Jimmy's abusive behavior is already normal to Curly and his responses to that abuse are well established #Looking at this conversation you see that he's already trained to prioritize Jimmy's emotions #He does it here and he does it with Anya #Jimmy can say what he wants to Curly but Curly has to be careful with Jimmy #We also see that Jimmy was projecting onto Curly hard even before the layoffs #He does it like 3 times in this one conversation #Curly and Jimmy should have never been working together #And I don't mean that Curly shouldn't have helped his friend get a job #Though maybe he shouldn't have set him up at PE because no one should work at PE but that is a different conversation #No PE should have never allowed friends or family to work together in a long term isolated environment #It is a breeding ground for abuse as is but putting pre-established relationships through it scales up the rusk by magnitudes #Like if Curly and Jimmy's friendship wasn't abusive before PE being stuck together in an isolated space helped make it so #Just picture your friend starting to treat you badly and you get away from them #you're separated from your support network and you have to work with them or the company will punish you #Being Captain can't help you when you're discouraged from seeking help for your own abuse #This analysis took far too long #I does these on my phone and had to redo a whole section because my signal at work sucked 😭#mouthwashing #curly mouthwashing #jimmy mouthwashing #abuse #captain curly

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wearethekat · 3 days ago

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December Book Reviews: The Siege of Burning Grass by Premee Mohamed

I saw this book on the site formerly known as tordotcom's best books of 2024 list and immediately went to check it out from the library because the premise was so enticing. Alefret has been tortured in prison for months for being a key leader in the pacifist movement against his country's endless unwinnable war. Until a general approaches him and makes him an offer—help a spy enter the enemy's city, and Alefret might be able to end the war and its endless violence.

The Siege of Burning Grass was a bitter, brutal novel, and I loved every bit of it. It immediately reminded me not of anything in the SFF canon, but of Alleg's The Question (the account of a journalist who was kidnapped by the French in Algeria and tortured). From the author's bibliography, it looks like her inspiration comes from farther north—she cites multiple nonfiction works on the siege of Leningrad—but you get the idea. Alefret comes from a city which is devastated to the degree that its people are running out of rats to eat. Alefret himself is in equally rough shape. He spends the entire narrative struggling to focus through excruciating pain, as he had a leg blown off by his own side prior to his capture. In an extra surreal twist, the sadistic prison doctor has experimented on him and burdened him with a cage of genetically modified wasps that sting his leg periodically in an attempt to regrow the limb.

Ultimately, this isn't a book about spies, or about anyone winning the war. It's about Alefret's grim, stubborn conviction that violence is wrong, pitted against the unrelenting machine of war, which follows him around in the form of his fanatically doctrinal prison guard, Qhudur. In a world where both sides explicitly despise him as a freak and a monster for his size and deformities, where there are no good actions, what is the right choice for Alefret to make? Mohamed doesn't offer too many answers, but she asks some excellent questions along the way.

Highly recommended if you're looking for a SFF book about war, but not an easy or a light read.

#my book reviews #december book reviews #the siege of burning grass #premee mohamed

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teddypines · 7 hours ago

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The pretty things in life

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Summary: Y/N needing comfort after a long day and Logan being a carrying husband. Making sure his wife got all the love she deserves after a tough day.

Lost of fluff and use of multiple nicknames (Bub, kitty, Kitten).

Husband!Logan x Wife!Reader. Reader is a snow leopard mutant/hybrid in this, other feline creatures are possible too.

Note: happy New year everyone!! (This was totally not posted on accident)

Pictures and art from Pinterest, credits to the artist. I just put it together.

Words: 2097

The little poem at the end is from the book 'Pillow Thoughts' by Courtney Peppernell.

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Today wasn’t the greatest day, everything just seemed to go wrong. The children were louder than other days, the noise being a bit too much for Y/N’s sensitive ears, but she was going to finish her lessons. Already looking forward to cuddles in the nest with Logan after dinner. Needing her hubby for comfort, wanting to be wrapped in his arms and sent. But that sadly had to wait for a bit, only two more lessons to give and then she would be done.

“Next slice, please, Kurt.” Y/N said before Kurt tapped the laptop for the next slide of the presentation. “And here we see a painting of heterochromia. See how the artist put detail into every little coloured dot on the eyes.” Y/N explained as she looked at Kurt, giving him a little sign to put on the next slide. Until one of the teen’s put up their hand. “But miss what does this have to do with art?”

“Good question, Alice, we are going to try and paint something as close to it's real life counterpart. Get it to look as realistic as you can, put in details that someone might not see at first. You can try to use different perspectives, see it in a different light and color. Just put on canvas what you see as best as you can.” Y/N explained as she showed the children a piece of art she did showing the beauty of something small yet so bright in color because of the lighting, in this case Beast's blue fur. “And if this doesn’t work for you, then do something else, be creative but keep the overall details in mind, it doesn’t even have to be big. Just paint or draw what you see.”

With this the children went to work on their art as Y/N left the classroom to get a cup of tea and a few moments alone. Of course giving a few students the job to keep the others in check. Not wanting to come back to a destroyed classroom.

Standing in the kitchen as the kettle boiled, thinking about how she could make it to the end of the day without feeling too overwhelmed. Unconsciously rubbing the ears on top of her head. Her tail moved around nervously in a way to try and calm herself down. She was so deep in though she didn’t even notice Logan slipping his arms around her waist.

“What ya thinking about, bub?” He asked, making Y/N jump out of her thoughts. “Just what I have to do to survive the rest of the day.” She answered while leaning back against Logan, her tail going around Logan's leg to ground herself against him. “Awh, is my kitty a little overwhelmed and overstimulated?” Logan asked with a small smirk on his face. Which made Y/N grumble a bit in answer, knowing the tone in her husband's voice all too well. She reached up to grab her teacup from the cupboard.

“How about I join you for your lessons, that’s your last lesson of the day, right?” Logan suggested after kissing Y/N’s shoulder. Wanting her to know he was there for her, even in her overstimulated situation.“No, have one more after this one, but you don’t have to join me, you have your own classes.” She answered. Putting her tea bag into her cup, putting in the boiled water right after. “I finished for the day.”

“Really? Owh, yeah, it’s wednesday.” Y/N realised as Logan took her mug, starting to lead Y/N back to her class, his hand on her lower back, just above her tail. Just a little bit of comfort he could offer her. “Come on love, after classes have ended I'll cuddle with you.” Logan promised with a smile on his face. “In the nest?” Y/N asked, giving Logan big kitten eyes. “Yes, in the nest, bub.”

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Logan stayed by Y/N’s side as she helped the children with their art and taught the next class. He didn’t say a single word, he just looked grumpy with his arms folded over his chest and his feet on the desk. Some of the children did see a small glimpse of a smile on Logan’s face when Y/N looked back at him while she explained something about inspiration and making art about the things and/or people you love. Logan’s gaze made a few of the children giggle, and some of the girls just wished someone would look at them like how Logan looks at Y/N. He just really loves his wife and it showed.

If Logan could make art like his wife, he would make art about her, show her how he sees her every day, how beautiful she really is. Bring out her best features, her glowing eyes, her hair and those fluffy ears. That idiot tail that always found a place around his leg or her legs and the thighs he loved to nap on when he allowed himself. Sadly no one would ever see the way Logan sees Y/N since he sucks at art and photography doesn’t do her justice.

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After classes had finally ended for the day and the kids had left the classroom, Y/N sat down in Logan’s lap and let out a sigh. “Good job, bub, you’re done for the day.” Logan whispered into Y/N’s ear as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Gently holding onto her as she lay her head on his shoulder. “Yeah… Now I want to go to the nest and cuddle, I really need cuddles right now.” Y/N responded as she buried her nose into Logan’s shirt, his scent calming her down a little. “And I could really use some dinner and a good drink, right about now.” She added. “Then let’s get you some dinner first, get you in the shower after and then we can cuddle in the nest.” Logan answered, taking charge. He knew exactly what Y/N needed when she was tired, so he was going to take care of her.

Logan wrapped Y/N’s arms around his neck and her legs around his waist before standing up from the desk chair. Holding her close to him, as he carried her. “What do you want for dinner?” He asked after getting out of the classroom and into the hallway. “Pasta, the good one.” Y/N answered. Logan grumbled a bit as Y/N answered, he knew which pasta she wanted. The only problem with this was that he didn’t make the pasta the way Storm made it. So he only had one choice, hope that Storm was making dinner tonight and that it was the pasta Y/N wanted and that she wouldn't get overwhelmed even more if it wasn’t the pasta she wanted. Y/N wouldn’t but Logan just wanted his wife to have the pasta she wanted.

As Logan carried Y/N to the kitchen, some of the children ran past the two. Also going to the kitchen for dinner. Bickering with each other about what they thought they were going to get for dinner.

When Logan walked into the kitchen with Y/N he saw that it was Jean and Scott by the stove. Logan groaned a little when he found out it wasn’t Storm who made dinner. “What are you two making?” Y/N asked Jean as she looked over Logan’s shoulder, not really minding that it wasn’t Storm making dinner. "Lasagne." Scott answered, putting more sauce in the dish. Logan sighed in relief, lasagne was pasta too, that was good.

“Yeah, and we have garlic bread on the side and some salad if you want to be healthy.” Jean continued Scott's answer. “It will be ready in about forty minutes.” She added, already have read Y/N's thoughts about how long it was going to take until it was done. Y/N groaned but accepted It would take a little more time. “Logan? Can we shower now instead of after dinner? We have the time.” Y/N asked Logan, actually liking that they had time to shower now instead of after dinner. Logan nodded his head and took Y/N to their room after telling Jean and Scott they would be back for dinner.

Some of the children in the kitchen grumbled that they had to wait almost an hour before they could have dinner, not liking that dinner was later than usual. Not really caring that some of the adults had a mission or other adult tasks to do which made them start on dinner a little later.

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Once in their bathroom Logan sat Y/N on the counter next to the sink. “Need me to shower with you, love?” Logan asked between gentle kisses on Y/N”s head. “Yes, I would like that, please.” She answered to which Logan nodded. “Alright, let me get some fresh towels and then I'll help you undress.” Logan said as he whipped underneath Y/N’s eye, brushing away some sleep. He stepped away from her and started to grab enough towels. Y/N on the other hand wasn’t really patient and got off the counter, already undressing herself and putting her clothes in the laundry. She made her way to the shower and turned it on, waiting for the water to become the right temperature.

“Hey, I was going to do that for you kitten.” Logan laughed once he saw his wife already undressed and underneath the warm water of the shower. He placed the towels on the heater next to the shower before undressing himself. “Just wanted to be in the shower already.” Y/N explained as she appreciated the way Logan was undressing. Logan rolled his eyes playfully. “Such an inpatient and naughty kitten.”

Y/N gave Logan a tired smile as he got into the shower with her. Placing her right hand onto his chest. holding back the desire to just press her face into his pec’s. Logan placed his own hand over Y/N’s, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. He looked down at Y/N, seeing just how tired she really was right now and how much the shower was helping her relax. Not a single word needed to be said between them. They just showered in the comfort of each other, Logan helping Y/N was her hair, ears and tail before she helped him wash his. After doing the whole shower routine Logan just held onto Y/N for a few minutes, just letting her know he was here for her, letting her lean on him. Telling her he loved her and other sweet nothings.

Getting out of the shower was difficult, but it happened because tummies started to rumble. Logan helped Y/N dry off and got her into some comfy clothes, his shirt and her favorite comfy pants. He dried her hair and fur, brushing it after. He got some comfy clothes for himself before looking at his watch. “Dinner will be ready soon, bub.” He announced. “Okiedokie.” Y/N answered as she reached out for Logan’s arm. Holding onto him as he led the way back to the kitchen. Logan was secretly liking how clingy Y/N was right now, she usually is when tired, but now she was just a little extra clingy and he loved it.

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Dinner was nice, a bit loud because of the inpatient and hungry kids, but the lasagna was amazing so that fixed everything for Y/N. They stayed a little longer at the dinner table for ice cream and talked about everything and nothing. Well it was mostly Logan and Y/N listening to the other, but they didn’t mind, it was nice to listen every once in a while. After dinner Logan carried Y/N back to their room. Gently laying her down on their nest, laying down next to her after she was settled. Logan made sure Y/N was tucked against him, holding a plushie he gave her for their first anniversary. Warm covers and blankets over the two of them before he kissed her head. “Sweet dreams, Love.” He whispered before watching her fall asleep. She was clearly too tired to stay awake to long for the cuddles she wanted.

Logan admired Y/N for a few minutes, looking at her fluffy ears and her cheeks. The way the bedside lamp made her face glow. She really was the prettiest thing he had ever sat his eyes on. “Of all the maps in the world, the only one I will follow is the map to your heart.” Logan whispered against Y/N’s forehead before leaving a kiss. He turned off the lamp and closed his eyes. Happily falling asleep in their nest, letting the comfort and warmth take over.

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Part Of The Family || 'Sonic 3' Tickle Fic

Summary: Shadow is adapting to civilian life after decades of mistreatment and isolation. Luckily for him, his newfound family is there to show him the support and comfort he so desperately needs, albeit in rather unexpected ways. Spoilers for ‘Sonic 3’ ahead, so read with caution!

Word Count: 3,591 words.

Things had been...weird, since the battle in space, to say the very least.

Immediately after the fight, Sonic and the others had made a beeline for the hospital, and had been relieved to find Tom awake and stable. Sure, he had some broken bones, but he was ALIVE! Maddie had practically had to pry the three off of him, happy tears pouring from their eyes as they babbled out joyful exclamations. Tom had only chuckled softly, letting out a small wince as a stab of pain shot through his ribcage.

Once they had calmed down, Sonic informed the others of what went down on the moon. His fight with Shadow, how the two had managed to find common ground, how they had banded together to save the planet. As he spoke, the blue hedgehog's smile noticeably dropped, and his tone went from excited to saddened as the realization dawned on him. Shadow wasn't with them; he had sacrificed himself for a planet that cared little for him.

At least, that's what they thought. About a month after they returned home, Ozzy had started barking madly at the attic, eyes fixated at the ceiling with ears pricked. Tom had insisted that a squirrel had probably gotten into the attic while looking for shelter, though Knuckles had been convinced that a ghost was responsible. In a way, he wasn't wrong. When they'd went to investigate, instead of finding a disgruntled forest critter, they had found Shadow, a bit worse for wear but very much alive.

The black hedgehog was a mess, covered in scratches and bruises, his fur dirty and disheveled. While he had clearly recovered some of the past month, he was far from fully healed. They'd all had questions, of course. How was he still alive? Where had he been for the past month or so? Why was he there now? How did he know where they LIVED?

In the end, the answers had been simple enough. Shadow was even stronger than they'd first thought and managed to survive the explosion, albeit just barely. After crash landing somewhere in London, he'd found a darkened corner of the city to rest and tend to his injuries (he'd rather die than seek out G.U.N for help, in his own words). However, over time it became clear that he needed somewhere safer to stay, and he didn't know where else to go. He hadn't even meant for them to know he was there; he had planned on hiding out in the attic, sneaking down for food every so often and leaving as soon as he was back on his feet.

As for how he knew where they lived; the internet. He may have been an "old man," as Sonic put it, but he wasn't stupid.

Well, if Shadow had thought they were just going to leave him in the dark, musty attic, he'd been sorely mistaken. Maddie had immediately ushered him downstairs, fussing over how thin he was, the dislocations he clearly needed reset, etc. Sonic and Tails had been right behind her, babbling away about all the 21st century things they wanted to introduce him to. Meanwhile, Knuckles and Tom had lingered behind, still wary of their unexpected arrival (understandably so; Shadow could hardly blame them).

The attention was a bit overwhelming, and Shadow didn't say much for the first few weeks of his stay. He would muster up a quiet thank you when Maddie showed him kindness, and had managed to corner Tom in order to give him an apology, but otherwise he stuck to himself. Attempts to rope him into races or movie nights ranged from entirely unsuccessful to Shadow participating with mild interest, but he was clearly still apprehensive about lowering his guard, even around those actively trying to help him. His new companions had shown him a shocking amount of patience, a courtesy the black hedgehog was grateful for. He should have known such a courtesy would only last so long, especially when Sonic was involved.

...

Shadow flinched at the sound of a loud crash from somewhere in the living room, eyes narrowed and ears pricked. He gripped the kitchen counter, sandwich forgotten as he turned towards the noise on high alert. A flash of blue whizzed past him, a pair of hands suddenly gripping his shoulders from behind. The only thing that kept him from activating his chaos energy immediately was the accompanying sound of Sonic's laughter, high-pitched and slightly panicked in tone. "Shahahadow, you've gotta help me! They've gone nuts!"

The black hedgehog opened his mouth, but before he could get a word out, Knuckles came barreling into the kitchen, Tails close behind him. The two were beaming from ear to ear, mischievous expressions plastered to their faces. Sonic let out a small yelp, giggles increasing and his grip on Shadow tightening as he hid behind him.

"What is going on?" Shadow questioned, tone tinged with mild annoyance. "Let go of me." He attempted to shrug Sonic off of him, with little success.

"They're trying to torture me, that's what! Keep them FAR away from me!" The blue hedgehog replied, pointing an accusatory finger at his pursuers.

Tails chuckled, rolling his eyes at the other's dramatics. "He's just trying to escape his tickle penalty for losing Go Fish." The fox explained. "Though I don't know why he's making such a fuss, he LOVES it when we tickle him.. I wouldn't be surprised if he lost on purpose."

Though Shadow couldn't see it, Sonic's cheeks immediately turned bright red. "Lies and slahahander!" His voice cracked slightly, a nervous titter escaping at the last word. "Besides, I didn't lose, they CHEATED! That exempts me from any penalties!"

"HE lies! Hand him over so we may punish him for his transgression!" Knuckles butted in, grinning deviously as he cracked his knuckles.

Shadow's eyes flicked between the three, eyebrows raised as he scoffed. "Tickling? Isn't that a bit childish?" He asked flatly. The word DID ignite something in him; distant memories of laughter and play wrestling with Maria. His stomach did a little flip as he pushed the memories down.

"Uh, yeah, and totally FUN!" Sonic replied, resting his chin on Shadow's shoulder. The other hedgehog quickly moved away, causing Sonic to stumble forward a couple of steps. Knuckles seized his opportunity, immediately lunging for his prey with a playful growl. Sonic squealed (in a totally not girlish manner, thank you), latching back onto Shadow and flinging the other in front of him like a shield.

In that moment, two things happened. The first? Knuckles' hands frantically grabbed for something to prevent his fall; that thing just so happened to be Shadow's sides. The second? Shadow GIGGLED.

Everyone froze, eyes wide with shock. Sonic, Knuckles and Tails' mouths hung open, their gazes fixed on Shadow, who stood as still as a statue, hands latched onto Knuckles' wrists. Slowly, a light pink tinge came to his cheeks, his left ear twitching as it dawned on him exactly what he'd just done.

Sonic was the first one to break the silence. "Woohohohoa, what was THAT?" The blue hedgehog crowed, positively beaming with amusement. "Don't tell me the big, bad ultimate lifeform is TICKLISH!" He sang.

Shadow shoved Knuckles' hands off of him, crossing his arms over his torso with a huff. "I'm not ticklish. He just caught me off guard, that's all. I was SURPRISED." The explanation was weak, and they all knew it.

"Funny, I've heard of people doing a lot of things when they're surprised, but never GIGGLING." Tails was barely holding back giggles of his own.

Sonic slung an arm over Shadow's shoulder, tugging him close before he had the chance to pull away again. "Come on, don't be embarrased! So you're a little ticklish? Literally EVERYONE in this room is! You should SEE Knuckles when I get him; the dude sounds like-"

Knuckles cleared his throat, eyes narrowing. "Watch your words, hedgehog, or need I remind you how sensitive your little tummy is?"

Shadow was at a loss for words. The sudden exposure of his own sensitivity, how casually the others were talking about theirs, it was all surprisingly flustering. He felt his muscles tensing under Sonic's touch, anticipating a tickle attack at any second, which the other seemed to have taken notice of. "Hey man, don't worry! If you don't like that sort of thing, we won't tickle you! Scout's honor!"

Tails nodded, offering Shadow a gentle smile. "Yeah, tickling's no fun if everyone isn't enjoying themselves. If you want your space, we'll respect that." Knuckles hummed in agreement.

"Though I will say, you'd really be missing out. I'm the best tickle monster in Green Hills!" Sonic bragged, grinning wolfishly as he wiggled a few fingers close to Shadow's neck. The other instinctively scrunched his shoulders, expression a mixture of uncertainty and embarrassment. What the hell was he supposed to say to all that? Of course he didn't want to be tickled...did he?

"Somehow I highly doubt that. By the way you were begging me to save you earlier, I'd be more willing to believe one of those two hold that title." The words had left Shadow's lips before he knew what he was doing, tinged with a dose of sass that DEFINATELY sounded like provocation. What was he doing? He needed to take it back, to get himself out of this situation before-

Sonic's eyes went wide, an amused laugh ripping from his throat. "Ohohooo, so that's how it is, huh? If you wanted me to wreck you that badly, you could have just asked! Well, maybe that little comment WAS your way of asking, but you know what I mean! Boys, grab him!"

Knuckles and Tails shared a look, nodding before lunging towards Shadow, tackling the hedgehog to the kitchen floor with a loud THUD. Shadow bit back a yelp, struggling as the three made quick work of pinning him down. He could use his chaos energy to teleport away, but he needed to concentrate to do that, and there was no way he could do that with a flood of giddy panic racing through him (at least, that's what he told himself).

"What are you doing? Get off of me!" Shadow growled, trying to sound stern, but his words had no effect on the grinning mammals looking down at him. Knuckles took hold of Shadow's wrists, tugging them above his head while Tails flopped across his legs.

"No can do, Gerard Way! You messed with the hedgehog, now you get the quills!" Sonic hovered his hands over his captive, fingers wiggling tauntingly as he hummed. "But where should I start? I don't know WHICH spot to pick! Knuckles, any suggestions?"

The red echidna smirked down at the squirming hedgehog. “The Lord of the Donuts said you have twenty-four ribs; let’s see if HE does to!”

“What a great idea!” Sonic poised his hands over Shadow’s outstretched ribs. “We DO look alike, so let’s see if the similarities extend to other areas, shall we?”

Shadow felt his breath hitch, crimson eyes locked onto the wiggling fingers above him. “Don’t you dare!” He hissed.

“Oh, I do more than dare, my friend! I DO!” Sonic didn’t wait another moment, hands lunging downwards. His fingers began to dance across Shadow’s ribs, almost like he was playing a piano, before starting to scratch between each one. “Let’s see here, one…two…three…”

Shadow bit down on his lower lip, shaking with barely contained snickers. He was a tough hedgehog, and could handle a lot, but his resistance to tickling was…lacking. It was hardly his fault; he hadn’t had the most affectionate upbringing, even with Maria around. Tickles were few and far between.

In other words, he was screwed.

“Aaaw, don’t hold it in, Shadow! Laughter is good for you!” Tails giggled from his perch on Shadow’s legs.

“Four…five…six…Shadow, hold still, man! You’re going to make me lose count, then I’ll have to start all over!” Sonic chided playfully, continuing his slow torment of Shadow’s ribcage.

“W-Wohohould you two just shut up?” Shadow forced out, cursing the small chuckle that managed to slip out.

“Um, RUDE! Knuckles, mind helping me teach this guy some manners?” Sonic shot the red echidna a devious grin, who returned it in kind.

“It would be my pleasure!” Knuckles moved Shadow’s wrists into one hand, leaving his other one free to join in the torment. Without a second of hesitation, it dove for one of Shadow’s armpits, digging into the exposed hollow as Sonic gently scribbled down to Shadow’s sides.

That did it. Shadow felt his torso jerk, a startled gasp tumbling out, followed immediately by a wave of breathy giggles. “N-Nohohohohooo, cut it ohohohohout!” He ordered, though the effect was ruined by the little grin now decorating his features.

“Aaaaw, there’s that cute wittle laugh! I knew you had it in you!” Sonic cheered, fingers scratching and dancing along the other hedgehog’s sides. “Isn’t he adorable, Tails?”

“Yeah, he IS pretty cute!” Tails replied, giving Shadow’s knees a few experimental squeezes, earning a soft snort and a fresh barrage of snickers.

Shadow felt his cheeks flush, his head shaking in denial. “I’m nohohohohohot cuhuhuhute! S-Stahahahahahap!” He snickered. He could feel his tail twitching beneath him, trying to wag while pressed against the floor; thank GOD he was lying on his back. Knuckles switched to his other armpit, making him jump as a startled “EHEHE” ripped out of him.

Knuckles barked out a laugh of his own. "Ha, he sounds like Tom when you get his ears!" The warrior drilled a thumb into Shadow's armpit ruthlessly, delighting in the way the hedgehog jolted as if electrocuted. "Coochie coochie cooooooo!" He sang.

"So Shadow, are you ready to admit I'm the best tickle monster around?" Sonic asked, smirking down at Shadow mischievously. "Or do we need to get a little meaner?"

"I'm nohohohohot admitting shit to yohohohohoooou!" Shadow retorted, trying (and failing) to muster up a half-hearted glare.

Sonic whistled, shaking his head in disapproval. "Such language! Looks like we'd better bring out the big guns, boys. Knuckles, Tails, get a good grip on him. Time to use the old Wachowski Special!" The two nodded in agreement, ceasing their own tickling to get firmer holds on Shadow's arms and legs.

Shadow panted, still squirming as he slowly recovered from the ticklish attacks. "Thehehehe what now?" He questioned, eyebrows raised, heart fluttering in his chest. Whatever the "Wachowski Special" was, he knew it wouldn't be good for him.

"Weeell, whenever someone else joins the family, Tom and Maddie have this little thing they like to do. Since they aren't here right now, I guess that means WE get to be the ones to officially welcome you into the family! Right, Sonic?" Tails explained.

"Right you are, little buddy!"

Shadow felt his stomach do a flip, his head swimming at the implications of the fox's statement. Welcome him to the family? They considered him family, after all that he had done? He didn't deserve-

Sonic cracked his knuckles, posing a clawed hand over Shadow's stomach. "Tickle claw time!" He sang, hand diving down and digging into the other hedgehog's outstretched abdomen. As if that wasn't bad enough, he started to VIBRATE his fingers into the sensitive muscle, cooing playful teases all the while. "Kitchie kitchie kitchie kitchie koooooo, tough guy! Come on, let's see how hard you can laugh, huh? Coooome on, you know you wanna!"

Poor Shadow didn't stand a chance. "S-SOHOHONIC, NEHEHEHEHOHOHOHOHO!" The black hedgehog busted into a fresh wave of laughter, shaking his head feverishly as his ears pressed back with embarrassment. His legs gave a little kick, trying to knock Tails off balance, and he tugged desperately to free his arms from Knuckles' grip. "NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!"

Knuckles snorted with amusement. "His tummy is worse than YOURS!" He smirked, shooting Sonic a look.

The blue hedgehog blushed, glaring at Knuckles as his tickling picked up speed, sending Shadow into another bout of cackles. "We're focused on him right now, not me." He was borderline pouting, though a shy smile tugged at his lips.

The kitchen was filled with the sound of Shadow's frantic laughter, a noise that none of them, especially Sonic, would ever forget. For a moment, Sonic was too caught up in the joy of seeing his rival, his friend, so vulnerable to care about anything else. But then, as Shadow's laughter hit a crescendo, something inside Sonic made him pause. The teasing, the playful banter, it was all just...fun. Shadow, despite his stoic nature, was one of them now. And in that moment, Sonic realized just how much it meant to have him here.

But that didn’t stop him from continuing his ticklish onslaught.

"Not the tummy, huh? Guess we'll just have to see what else is good!" Sonic grinned, clearly enjoying the chaos of the moment, his fingers moving down to scribble just above Shadow's hips.

Shadow let out a breathy squeal (though he would never admit to making such a noise). "OHOHOHOHO, WOHOHOHULD YOU JUHUHUST SHUHUHUHUT UP?" He was beyond embarrassed from the playful teasing, and yet, he couldn't bring himself to mind it all that much. It brought back feelings he never thought he would feel again; feelings of acceptance, comfort, familial bonding. Feelings he hadn't thought about in decades, more or less experienced.

Tails giggled at the sight of the tough hedgehog writhing beneath their tickling. "He really is ticklish everywhere!" He exclaimed, the joy of discovery lighting up his voice.

Shadow's face was bright crimson now, his usual stern demeanor replaced with something almost childlike. His red eyes sparkled with tears of mirth, his grin nearly splitting his face in two. "S-STAHAHAHAP! I-I CAHAHAHAHAN'T...EHEHEHEHEHEHE!" He bucked his hips, trying to break free from the combined grip of Tails and Knuckles, but Sonic’s assault on his stomach and hips kept him pinned down in a state of helpless hilarity.

“You’re giving up already?” Sonic teased, leaning in close. “I thought you were the ultimate lifeform! You can take anything, right?”

But this was something Shadow couldn’t take. This was uncharted territory, more or less. And despite his pride, there was no denying that the combination of Sonic’s fingers and verbal teasing was breaking him down. His breath caught in between chuckles and gasps. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!"

Tails gave Sonic a nudge. "Looks like he's getting tired, might want to show some mercy before you break him." He chuckled.

"The fox is correct, his face is redder than my fur." Knuckles added in agreement.

Sonic gave Shadow a look, searching his features for a moment. Finally, as though some sort of unspoken signal had passed through them, Sonic slowed his tickling, his fingers still lingering lightly on Shadow's stomach. He watched as Shadow gasped for air, his body still twitching from the residual sensation. Sonic gave him a sly smirk. “You’re a tough nut to crack! Not everyone can hold out so well against ME!" He HAD to sneak in one more gloat, just for fun.

Shadow blinked up at him, trying to gather himself, his mind still hazy from the laughter. “You’re insufferable.” He managed to mutter, his voice hoarse, though the wobbly grin still plastered to his face ruined any attempts of sounding even vaguely serious.

Knuckles let out a hearty laugh, loosening his grip. "Don't worry, my friend. Sonic does this to everyone. You’re just the latest victim!"

"And definitely not the last!" Sonic snickered.

Tails slid off of Shadow’s legs, but not before giving his friend a quick pat on the knee. "We were just making sure you feel at home, Shadow. I hope you won't hold it against us."

Shadow let out a long breath and finally attempted to sit up, his cheeks still a shade of pink he rarely showed. He gave Sonic one last glare, though it was weaker than it should’ve been. “You’ve had your fun, but don’t think for a second that this changes anything.”

Sonic winked, his grin still wide. “Of course it doesn’t, Shadow! But I gotta say, you do laugh pretty cute.” The black hedgehog's blush deepened, and he looked away, muttering something inaudible under his breath. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

Shadow's gaze narrowed, his grin taking on a more devilish nature. "I said I'll give you three a ten second head start before I start dishing out my revenge." His voice came out in a low, shockingly playful growl. "One..."

Sonic, Knuckles and Tails' eyes all widened in shock, taken aback by Shadow's unexpected declaration. Sonic was the first to react, whizzing past his companions as a nervous laugh erupted from his throat. "Every hedgehog for himself!" His words snapped the other two out of their shock, and moments later, Tails and Knuckles were booking it after him.

"Sonic, wait for us!"

"It is hardly honorable to abandon one's comrades in battle!"

Shadow watched as his prey made their futile attempts at escape; best to give them a small taste of hope. he couldn't help but chuckle, the sound holding a surprising hint of affection as he got to his feet. His lungs still ached, unused to so much exertion, but he couldn't say the feeling was all bad. He was part of a...family. These people, whom he once viewed with such contempt, had accepted him with open arms, even after all that had happened. Something warm welled inside of Shadow as he felt his chaos energy activating, ready to aid in his pursuit.

"Ten; here I come."

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