#throbs* occasionally. so I'm just. in a lot of pain

[audiovisualrecall]

Constant pain only dulled for a whole day by daily taking full dosage of tylenol and also 1 advil even tho I'm not supposed to take NSAIDS

Miserable

[ddejavvu]

anakin pulling reader over his lap spanking her and teasing/making fun of her for liking it and occasionally stops to rub his fingers against her clit to see she’s wet and he’s laughing and making fun of her for it, how dirty and how she’s so desperate for him oml😫😫😫

this post is 18+, minors dni.

contents/warnings: dark!anakin (probably), spanking, impact play + lots of dialogue about it, manhandling, pain, use of the word 'whore', mentions of a daddy kink but no involvement with one.

"This is ridiculous." Anakin's grating drawl reaches your ears, his speech pattern stunted condescendingly like he's charging through molasses, "I mean, this looks like a bad porno."

You're bent over his lap, fingers clawing into the carpet beneath you, and his flesh hand is working a tight burning sensation into the exposed flesh of your ass. He doesn't smack rhythmically, no, he smacks hard from below to watch your ass jiggle, then quick and rough from the side to watch his hand encompass a large portion of your flesh.

There's no predictability to his movements, and your eyes are squeezed shut, filled with glassy tears that would stop you from seeing even if they were open. You cry out with each new smack to your ass, acting completely helpless the way you let your limbs sag lifelessly over Anakin's lap. If you wanted to, you could push yourself off of him, or crawl forwards and run. But you don't- you were the one that asked for this.

"Is this really what you like? Bending over my lap and making me spank you like you're a whore in a video? Wait," He laughs, sounding evil and haughty, "Are you going to start calling me daddy next?"

He punctuates the accusation with a sharp, searing slap against the middle of your ass. You're sure he's watching as your flesh bounces according to his abuse, but he acts like he's so above you, like you're a sex-crazed playboy bunny archetype for wanting some pain with your pleasure.

You're expecting another slap but it doesn't come, instead you feel two rough fingers prodding mercilessly against your entrance. Thankfully, you're decently wet from the way Anakin's been bruising your ass, so there's little resistance, and not much discomfort even as he bullies his way inside.

"You're soaked." He judges, eyes surely scrutinizing the spread of your puffy cunt lips that he can see behind your ass, "This is really- pathetic. I'm hitting you and you're getting wet from it. Is that really how you wanna leave a wet spot on my pants? From being smacked around?"

You gasp desperately for air, grinding against his lap just as pathetically as he'd accused you of. When you raise your head to speak, to try and defend any shred of dignity you may have left, you feel a sharp pain in your neck, and register too late that it's anakin's hand having shoved your face back down towards the carpet. He keeps his metal hand firmly, steadily on your head, and you breathe shakily as your wide eyes stare at the floor. Your cunt throbs.

"Don't fucking-" He breathes like a crazed animal, like a dragon piping smoke from its snout, "Don't lift your head up like you're better than this. Keep your face in the floor. All you deserve to look at is my boots, because right now, you're dirtier than they are."

You manage to choke out a 'Yes, Anakin' without thinking. It feels right, succumbing to his power. Even if you could get out. You grind against his lap again, begging for another bruise.

"That's exactly how someone who gets off on this should speak," You can hear his breathing again, raw and ragged as he thrives on dominance. His hand lowers again, against the flesh of your right ass cheek to leave a burning mark in its wake, "And every time you sit down for the next week, you're going to feel this. And every time you feel this, I want you to remember that your pussy is leaking because I'm beating you up. Does that make you feel good?"

It's a yes and it's a no. It lights shame within your chest, but that shame is a candle that drips warm sticky wax down your ribs and into your core, which tingles anticipatorily with pleasure.

"Does it make you feel good?" Anakin repeats, louder, angrier this time.

"Yes!" You shout, giving in to the answer prevailing in your mind, the one that had come to you without logic's involvement.

"Remember that." He commands, and it's deliciously ominous as he plants another smack against your ass, "Remember that you get off like this. With your face in the floor and bruises on your ass."

[kit-williams]

I need to be folded like a lawn chair while big Black Templar man breeds me for all he's worth.

*cracks knuckles also pauses work on another boy*

Alright ya'll are getting Brother Roland again because he causes the most thirst. If you need to put this into a time line setting this is before Bun in the Oven

SMUT heavy breeding kink

He tried to be good to his Bäckerin but there were some months that his will would faulter. And as Roland would discover putting a baby inside of his Bäckerin wasn't as simple or as easy as he thought. He could smell the biological changes and the fact that something took but then he could smell her body change back. Frustrated he asked her not understanding that the human body was just too strong for it's own good. His Bäckerin soothed him by simply saying "well if my body reabsorbed it this early then there might have been something genetically wrong. A lot can go wrong... I'm certain you can put it in terms of becoming a Black Templar. Sometimes healthy aspirants just die during the process... sometimes what might have been a viable baby just doesn't make it." She would smile at him and just soothe his wounded pride.

She still humored him to make sure that they could both still could conceive and it was simply the roll of the dice. Though Roland knew him being a Space Marine probably wasn't helping him. He finished his prayer and headed to training as he was just stewing in his own mind. His Bäckerin smelt so good this morning... just like the day they first had sex. He couldn't stop himself from pinning her down and bullying his cock inside of her. Watching her whine and whimper under him just sent such a... a thrill up his spine. Chaplin Eckehard was so helpful for Roland during these times but even Roland would watch him stalk after one of his two wives.

Training was hardly helping as it just seemed to get his blood flowing faster to between his legs. His Bäckerin should be out... just a cold shower. He marched back to his quarters after bidding his brothers farewell. His Chaplin had explained that like with battle brothers once he had "imprinted" upon his mortal that he was suddenly acutely aware of her scent biology... he could still look at other mortals and find no desire stirring in his loins but looking at his Bäckerin and occasionally women who looked similar to his Bäckerin could cause the stirring between his loins.

Perhaps it was a bad idea to be where her scent was the strongest. But he was a Space Marine if he could not resist temptations then he was vulnerable. He did not wish to be a weak link when out in combat with his battle brothers. The cold water seemed to hiss against his naturally warm physiology but he could feel himself calming down... coming down from the frenzied high. Till he heard the front door open and his eyes snapped open.

He could hear her... he could smell her... he held his breath so he wouldn't taste her. He could smell the scent of flour, yeast, butter, and eggs against her... probably entangled into the scent of her hair. She was bringing home bread was all... she would leave... he waited those painful seconds as his eyes went over to the bathroom door... she would leave...right?! Oh by the Throne why wasn't she leaving?!

He couldn't face his Bäckerin just yet... "Oh Roland..." his ears picked up even muffled through the door. He twisted the water off and stalked out running his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he could smell her. He watched her pull her fingers out of her unzipped trousers and put them into her mouth licking herself clean.

"Bäckerin," He snapped, "Get on the bed now!"

He watched her jump as her head whipped her head to him seeing him fully naked and he watched her eyes fail to meet his as they were caught between his legs looking at the angry throbbing thing. His own eyes were no longer the soft honey brown but were black with how he looked at her with nothing but a predatory desire. But when she didn't move suddenly she was face first into a burly chest.

"R-Roland?! W-what"

"Less words." He felt himself salivating as he unabashedly inhaled her scent, "I'm going to fuck a baby into you!" He snarled as he threw her onto the bed as he punched a code into a terminal. Only the Chaplin could contact him or get in during this time. When he looked over at his Bäckerin he was pleased that she had stripped naked.

She flinched in unconscious fear as suddenly he was looming over her. She was still a mortal at the end of the day and he was a lethal weapon. As much as he wanted to pin her under him and thrust with reckless abandon, as her scent was coaxing him to do, he rolled over laying on his back. "Work yourself on. Please." He hissed giving her this one concession.

Lucky for him she was already so wet. He let out a guttural hiss from the back of his throat as her hips began to roll and bounce her way down his cock. "Du riechst so gut." He groaned arching and pushing himself into her more. She felt so full and whimpered as he gave her till she started to move.

She found herself on her back quickly as his hips began to piston in their barely restrained pattern. He really shouldn't indulge himself during these times of the month... but it was addictive to smell her fertile scent just mingling with his own when he fills her with his sperm. His drool splashes on her breasts as he is lost in his fantasy. Her breathy moans filling the room just as much as the wet squelch and slap of his hips against hers. The way his balls met her skin, the feeling of her feet against his chest and shoulders... oh he knew when he was bad she would press them against his neck to try and break him out of whatever trance he was in.

He pressed her down causing her moans to increase an octave as she was utterly cock drunk slurring his name as the bed creaked and rocked with the rhythm his hips had set. He sometimes wished his Bäckerin could handle him more... but he wouldn't give her up for anything. He could feel the way she clenched around him and the way she groaned in pleasure as he fucked through her orgasm simultaneously extending it but also building up the next one.

"So gut." He salivated on her shoulder before sucking a hickey into her skin. It didn't take him very long to get her to orgasm again but when she did he bottomed out snarling, "Meine Bäckerin, meine... meine... meine." All gutteral sounded and coming from deep within his chest and throat as he stilled his hips just rolling them as he flooded her insides. He knelt there just panting softly as he let her legs go and watch them just spread wide and she rested her feet on his thighs.

"Um... hi to you too?" She spoke softly.

"You're ovulating." Roland said as if it was completely obvious as to why he dragged her to bed, "I wasn't expecting you home."

"I was just going to leave some bread and... yeah neither was I expecting you." She moaned softly as he had softened and pulled out. He cocked his head to the side as he felt some pride and sexual satisfaction seeing at how wide open he would leave her. Pushing some of the oozing cum back into her quivering cunt. She moaned softly as he would do so. She wasn't staying as open as long any more. "Roland?"

"Hmm?" He finally looked up at his Bäckerin.

"Get my laptop I'm not going to be moving for a bit. Not with... that."

He just grinned going to get her some water and her device. He would pepper her with kisses and his tender affection till he had to return to his duties. But he was happy to return to them with a clear head even though it meant any plans his Bäckerin had were ruined.

Though he was certain she hardly minded.

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member being babysat by Girls Generation (SNSD) part 2

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that my friend LyraxTy who gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :) (A/N: This is kind of a part 2 but you can read it individually)

The request: Hi I really love your book and I want to request can you do y/n is still like a child and sick so y/n a little clingy and the members have a schedule outside of seoul and have to stay there so they ask girls generation and they were happy to take care of y/n especially Tiffany who has a soft spot (and protective) of y/n and always babying y/n while taking care of her. Thank you ❤️

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The morning sunlight filtered through the windows of Girls' Generation's dorm, casting a warm glow over Y/N, who was nestled in a cosy bed. She had been feeling under the weather for the past few days, and her condition had taken a turn for the worse. Her fellow TWICE unnies were scheduled to be away from Seoul for an extended period, and they had made arrangements for the maknae to stay with Girls' Generation once again.

As the younger girl slowly stirred awake, her head throbbing and body aching, she was met with the gentle smile of Tiffany, who was sitting by her bedside. Tiffany's eyes were filled with concern, as she reached out to feel Y/N's forehead and she talked softly.

Tiffany - Good morning, sweetie. How are you feeling today?

Y/N's voice was weak as she replied, 

Y/N - Not so good, unnie. My head hurts, and I'm all stuffy.

Tiffany's heart ached for TWICE's angel, and she couldn't help but feel protective. She tucked a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear.

Tiffany - Don't worry, baby. Unnie's here to take care of you.

As the day wore on, Tiffany showered the youngest with affection and care. She prepared a warm bowl of chicken soup, which Y/N had always loved when she was sick. Tiffany fed her spoonful by spoonful, making sure she ate enough to regain her strength.

Throughout the day, the other members of Girls' Generation checked on Y/N, offering her words of encouragement and well wishes. They had all grown fond of the young maknae, and seeing her unwell tugged at their heartstrings.

Tiffany, however, remained Y/N's constant companion. She sat by TWICE's sunshine's side, reading stories to her, playing soothing music, and occasionally singing her favourite lullabies. Y/N found comfort in Tiffany's presence, and she clung to the older idol like a lifeline.

As evening approached, the kid's condition showed signs of improvement, thanks to Tiffany's diligent care. She had taken her medicine, rested, and had eaten enough to regain some of her energy. Tiffany decided to help Y/N take a warm bath to further ease her discomfort.

Tiffany filled the bathtub with warm water and added a few drops of Y/N's favourite lavender-scented bath oil that reminded the girl of her Jihyo omma. She helped Y/N undress and step into the soothing water, making sure the temperature was just right.

TWICE's sweetheart sighed in relief as she settled into the bath, the warm water easing her aches and pains. Tiffany knelt by the edge of the tub, using a soft washcloth to gently wash Y/N's face.

Tiffany - You're doing so well, love. *whispering*

Tiffany praised, her voice filled with warmth. 

Tiffany - Just a little while longer, and you'll be feeling even better.

Y/N nodded, her eyes drooping with exhaustion. Tiffany continued to bathe her, taking extra care to ensure Y/N felt comfortable and relaxed.

Once Y/N was done with her bath, Tiffany helped her dry off and get dressed in clean pyjamas. She led her babygirl back to her bed, where she tucked her in with a fluffy blanket.

As Tiffany sat on the edge of the bed, Y/N looked up at her with a sleepy smile. 

Y/N - Unnie, thank you for taking care of me. You're like my second mom.

Tiffany chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her child's forehead. (Jihyo be like: 👁👄👁)

Tiffany - I'm just happy I could be here for you, sweetie. Now, get some rest and recover quickly.

Y/N closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Tiffany's presence beside her. She was grateful for the love and care she had received from Girls' Generation, especially from Tiffany, who had a soft spot for her. It was moments like these that made her feel safe and loved.

As Y/N drifted off to sleep, she made a silent wish that she would soon be well enough to visit Girls' Generation again. Their kindness and affection had made her feel like part of their family, and she couldn't wait for the next opportunity to be with them.

In the coming days, the maknae's health gradually improved, thanks to the attentive care she had received from Girls' Generation. When the TWICE members returned to Seoul, they found their youngest member in much better spirits and health.

As Y/N reunited with her TWICE sisters, she couldn't help but share stories of her time with Girls' Generation. She spoke of Tiffany's nurturing and protective nature, and how the older idol had made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Momo, Sana, and Mina, the J-line, exchanged knowing glances, understanding the special bond that had formed between Y/N and Tiffany. They knew that Y/N's love for Girls' Generation, and especially for Tiffany, was genuine and deep.

As Y/N settled back into her routine with TWICE, she couldn't help but carry a secret wish. One day, when she was feeling better and had fully recovered, she would ask her unnies for permission to visit Girls' Generation once again, but on a day when she could enjoy it. The warmth and love she had found in their company were irreplaceable, and she couldn't wait to be surrounded by their affection once more. And this made her have a single thought:

I love my dear chosen family.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[sunlightandsuffering]

A while ago you said you had a fwb somewhat angsty au in mind. Can you please share us a little bit about it? I'm so curious

oh my god lol, I have been talking about my friends with benefits AU since the dawn of time tbh 😂 I started it SOOO long ago, i'm sure i've posted it before but Ill post the snippet again for u lol. But basically I wanted childhood friends to lovers friends with benefits where Mikasa is a super rich girl, and Eren is her bestie, been together forever, off and on a lot bc Mikasa's family doesn't really approve. She goes to balls and big galas a lot and they want her to marry someone of similar status and altho Eren is a great guy, he's probably in trades or something, or just in school rn, not a lawyer or a doctor, or some super rich billionaire they have in mind. So they have like the same recurring fight and it's painful as fuck but this time Eren is kind of the simp can u believe??? LOL! And he's basically been chasing her forever! and he's not so sure he can handle the heartbreak anymore 🥲 i'm laughing tho bc i just reread all of it, and wow I made it so much more painful than i thought lol!

They’re laying together watching some romantic comedy that Mikasa chose, and she’s draped across him like his own personal blanket, wearing little to nothing as usual. His hands clamped around the curve of her waist, stroking up her sides, teasing her lightly.  He knows how to work her up and when the movie changes to a love scene, he observes the first signs of her wanting him. She starts to squirm on top of him and buries her head further into his shoulder ignoring the movie entirely as the actors on screen start to go at it and Mikasa takes the opportunity to begin grinding on him.  If they were wearing less clothes he could slip inside easily right now, and it would be bliss.  Mikasa says exactly what he’s thinking, “Take your pants off?” 

Neither waste much time and his sweats are pulled down just enough to release his throbbing cock and Mikasa slips her panties to the side before positioning her pussy over his dick and they both let out sighs of pleasure as he slides in.  “Fuck.” 

They don’t move much, content just to be connected and Mikasa lets out a soft little moan, “God it’s been a while.” “Who’s fault is that? I told you that fuckwad wasn’t worth your time.”

There’s an edge to his voice as he speaks and he hates it, but it’s hard to control when he considers her getting with someone else.  She moans a little as she slowly begins to rock herself on him, “I just- I thought I’d give it a try—fuck.” She murmurs to herself as she rocks back farther and he bottoms out, his tip kissing her cervix and she bites the muscle of his shoulder, her eyes closing at the pleasure. 

His own hands move to the plush cheeks of her ass to knead and spread them more as he helps her fuck herself on his dick. 

“And what’s the verdict Miki?”  “I’m not gonna try again, I’ve got you.”

A stab of pain cuts through the pleasure at her words, straight to his heart like pins and needles. His next question is cutting, savage, “Did you fuck him?” “Yeah, ate me out too, couldn’t make me come.” 

This ignites the burning fire of jealousy and rage, and he doubles his efforts. “You’re not gonna do it again right? This is my pussy.” He slams into her roughly and she chokes on her next sentence.  “Yeah, -ngh—Fuck Eren.” He grins as he begins to guide her movements more harshly and thrusts himself up inside her as far as he can from his position. 

He tries not to think about how many times they’ve made this exact promise, and just how many times they’ve broken it.  But fuck she feels good, her walls clenching around him every time he tries to pull out, tight and refusing to allow him to leave. 

Sure, they fuck around with other people occasionally when they’re both pissed off like last week but for better or for worse, he’s the one she always comes back to, and it pleases him in a twisted way. 

He’s the only one. 

Except when he’s not.

Except when she’s out at a gala or a charity benefit with her family getting fucked in the bathroom by some douche canoe with more money than he knows what to do with. It doesn’t matter that he’s the one with her right now, carving out his place inside her, a hole no one else can fill, he’s reminded brutally that he has no permanent claim to her. They’re not dating, not married, engaged, nothing, they’re strictly friends with benefits. 

It’s been years since they’ve started this arrangement and its never changed, no matter how much he wants it to or how many times she stabs the knife into his heart.   

His pretty girl tucks a lock of hair behind her ear as she sits up, removing herself from his chest and holding herself over him instead, onyx eyes staring down his face before she goes in for a searing kiss as she spears herself on him again. God had he missed this when they were fighting.  His tongue slides past her lips to tangle with hers before he takes her full bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently. 

His thrusting slows a bit and Mikasa lets out a whine into his mouth, but he wants to enjoy this, it’s been too long, and he wants to drag it out for as long as possible. 

“Eren!” She whines impatiently, pulling away from his lips and he grins up at her, hands still holding her waist and gently rocking her back and forth.  “Let me enjoy this baby it’s been weeks.” “Fine but only if you tie me to the headboard after.” “You got it Miki.” 

[missrosiesworld]

Eternally Forever

Warning: Spoilers of Noel's Route in Repurpose and Mentions of Injury

Nevaeh and Noel had been through a lot together. They had faced many challenges, but none were as difficult as the one they had just defeated. Hordes, the literal horder of Limbo and his poltergeist, Charles, had put up a fierce fight. But in the end, Nevaeh and Noel were victorious.

As they made their way home, Nevaeh couldn't help but notice that Noel was quiet as he carried her in his arms. Although he wasn't the most talkative person, he seemed absorbed in his own thoughts now. Despite her desire not to pry, she kept noticing he would occasionally tighten his grip on her, giving her the feeling that something was wrong. She felt a sense of dread as she thought about all the possibilities of why Noel was acting this way. She tried to push away her worries, but they kept coming back, making her heart race with fear.

After using all that power, is he feeling okay? He said he thought he had lost it when he fell, so maybe he's not used to it. Was he hurt by Hordes and Charles' fight?! Nevaeh's head pulsed as the questions throbbed, as the two of them made their way to Noel's home.

When they finally reached home and entered his room, Noel placed Nevaeh down on the bed with softness, as if she would break if dropped too hard. Taking Noel's wrist gently, Nevaeh asked Noel what was on his mind before he could pull away. "Is everything okay? You've been so quiet," she said, trying to sound casual.

Noel didn't respond at first. He just stared at the floor, his wings drooping. Nevaeh's heart ached as she saw the pain etched on his face. "I'm fine," he grumbled as he turned his face away from Nevaeh. Despite this, Nevaeh could tell that he was tense from the uptight shoulders and the trembling in his clenched hands.

Slowly, Nevaeh reached out her hand to touch his face, halting short as to allow him time to deny her touch. "Can I touch you, Noel?" He lets out a long sigh as his body deflates, his face gravitating toward her hand. As he nuzzles his face into her hand, he grips her wrist above her pulse with his shaky hand and gently squeezes it. "Nevaeh, you don't have to ask my permission to touch me."

Gracing his face with her other hand, she smiled softly at him, gripping him in her palm as if he was the whole world. In the palm of her hands, he is her whole world. "Noel, I will always ask your permission when you are feeling this way, because I value your feelings greatly. You are important to me. Now," she says as she brings his face close to hers, nuzzling her nose against his. "My sweet dove, what's troubling you?"

Noel's eyes glistened with unshed tears as his mouth trembled and his voice broke, his other hand gripping her wrist tightly. "I was so scared, Nevaeh," he choked out. "I was terrified that I would lose you forever and never be able to tell you how much I love you." Tears began to roll down his cheeks as he continued, "I love you, Nevaeh. I love you so much. I don't know what I would do without you."

Nevaeh felt her own tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She knew how much it took for Noel to open up like this. Her arms gently embraced him in a sense of urgency, shielding him from the pain of the world. "It's okay, Noel. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere," she whispered.

But Noel couldn't shake off the guilt that was weighing down on him. "I hurt you Nevaeh. It was my gun that hurt you. When Charles moved you in front of my shot, everything stood still. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I thought I had lost you."

"I know, Noel. I know. But I'm here, I'm alive. And I know you would never hurt me," she says, trying to reassure him. Noel continues to cry, his words coming out in gasps. "But it was my gun that wounded you. I hurt you, Nevaeh. I hurt you."

Nevaeh's heart breaks at his words, and she can feel her own tears starting to fall. She pulls back from the embrace and takes his hand, placing it on her chest. "Feel my heart beat, Noel. I'm here. I'm alive, and I know you would never hurt me. You were trying to protect me. You were trying to keep me safe."

Noel's sobs begin to subside as he feels the steady beating of Nevaeh's heart beneath his hand. He looks up at her with red-rimmed eyes, and she wipes away his tears with the pad of her thumb. As he feels the steady rhythm of Nevaeh's heart, Noel's body begins to ease, the tension that had been gripping him slowly dissipating. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "You're right," he says as Nevaeh continues wiping away his tears. "I'm just so grateful that you're okay. That we're okay." Nevaeh smiles at him, leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips. "I love you, Noel," she says, her eyes shining with love and affection, bringing him in for another kiss.

As Nevaeh kisses Noel, she can feel the tension in his body and the fear in his heart. She kisses him softly, trying to ease his worries and ground him in the present moment. He responds with a sense of urgency as if he's afraid she might disappear if he lets go. He wraps his arms and wings around her tightly, holding her close as if to ensure she's really there. He kisses her deeply, pouring all of his love and fear into the kiss. As they separate, Nevaeh notices a glistening in Noel's eyes, a sign of the immense love and emotion he holds for her.

Noel embraced Nevaeh tightly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "I will always keep you safe, Nevaeh," he whispered, "I will do everything in my power to protect you. I love you." As he pulled back, he cupped her face in his hands, his eyes filled with devotion. Nevaeh smiled up at him, her love for him evident in her gaze. "And I will always keep you safe, Noel," she replied softly. "I will always be here for you, no matter what."

As he held Nevaeh close, Noel felt a sense of calm wash over him. He knew that as long as she was by his side, he could face any challenge that came his way. He hugged her tightly, and they stayed in that embrace for a while, basking in the warmth of their love. With Nevaeh by his side, Noel felt a strength within him that he never knew existed. He knew that he would never have to face anything alone as long as she was there.

~

Noel is from the visual novel Repurpose by @residentialrabbit

I'm literally obsessed, and it's okay :D

[artemismoorea03]

It had been an accident.

An accident that Danny had honestly regretted since the day it happened.

But, in his defense, it wasn't his fault.

He had been attacked in the ghost zone by some of the most aggressive 'lesser ghosts' that he had ever met. Specifically a mixture of Shades, Corrupted Ghosts, and Animalistic Ghosts that were particularly vicious. They had kicked the shit out of him before he managed to duck into one of the natural portals that formed nearby and ended up at the edge of one of the largest yards he had ever seen.

Bruised, lost, confused, suffering what felt like one hell of a concussion, and exhausted Danny looked for a place to lay low and quickly decided on the massive house on the far end of the lot. He could hear music, a lot of the lights were on, and if the many figures in the mansion were anything to go by were anything there was some kind of party going on that would serve as the perfect distraction if somebody happened to notice him.

Danny turned intangible and invisible then flew up to the top of the house into the smallest highest room he could find which seemed like some kind of unused attic. Hell, there didn't even seem to be any kind of entrance into the room other than the window on one side but it was perfect for Danny. Nobody would be able to bother him there, and he could take a minute to catch his breath and heal.

At least that was the original plan, but when he woke up and realized that he wasn't healed he started to get concerned. His healing was fast, he had healed worse wounds in less time and now he was struggling to do just the simple things?

Not good.

He needed to find a different natural portal and get the hell out of there before he fell apart at the seams.

Danny looked out the window, making sure the coast was clear before he turned invisible and intangible then tried to fly through the glass, just to be stopped cold turkey and fall back on his ass. He let out a pained grunt as his concussion throbbed and his head spun, making his constant nagging migraine double.

"Dang it... what?" He pushed himself up and tried to phase his hand through it, just to feel his heart sink when it bumped the glass. "Okay... either I'm really low on power or this is about to become a serious problem." He said out loud, before he noticed a small symbol etched into the wood.

A seal, ward, symbol - whatever a person wanted to call it he could only think of one thing to call it - a problem.

But why?! Why was it here?! If the house was protected why hadn't the wards kept him out!

Unless... the wards hadn't been activated until he entered the mansion.

Make that a serious-fuckin'-problem.

No problem. He just had to get downstairs, get into his human form and leave that way. That would work, right?

---

Danny waited until that night to fly down to the main floor. The house was silent so he let himself transform back into his human form as an uncomfortable and painful wave washed over him. His head, his body, and a general exhaustion tugged on him but as long as it worked it didn't matter.

But as he opened the door and tried to step in he found that it didn't work.

When he looked at the entrance he noticed more wards.

It wasn't just the doors and upper windows but every window Danny found. Every window, doorway, chimney, even some of the sinks had wards on them. What were they warding the sinks from?!

He spent the whole night checking for some way out of the mansion and came up with absolutely nothing. Now he was hurt, hungry, sick, and tired.

---

Danny repeated the process the next night, and the night after that.

Checking, double checking, then triple checking.

No matter how many times he checked he wasn't able to find anything. He was getting more frustrated.

---

By the time a week passed he had finally managed to heal. Well, all but the killer headache that continued to nag at him and remind him just how tired he was and the building hunger that he kept trying to drown under the occasional piece of fruit he stole from the kitchen.

But, this time hadn't just been spent running around like a chicken with his head cut off. He had spent a lot of his time in the abundance of studies trying to find something that would help him get out of the mansion without drawing attention to himself. Then what he wasn't spent hiding or reading he spent watching.

The most frequent figures he saw in the house was a man named Bruce Wayne and his butler named Alfred Pennyworth. Bruce was a man around 40 while the butler was closer in age to 80. Bruce spent a lot of his day sleeping, working in his 'private office', or vanishing into another room and not coming back out for hours.

Danny assumed he was doing boring adult things like taxes or watching politics. So he avoided the room when Bruce was in it.

Alfred on the other hand seemed to always be up to something. Cooking, cleaning, gardening, preparing different things - constantly moving. Which, Danny found equally amazing and concerning. This man was really old and he spent a lot of time pushing himself more than an elderly man should.

Other members of the house included Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne and Duke Thomas. The majority of the family seemed to live in other areas but often visited the house. The only other two who lived there full time were Damian and Duke while the others came and went like the wind.

The problem was Duke though.

It was like Duke could see him which was beyond uncomfortable when he was invisible. It also meant that Danny had to be on his toes at all times because the last thing he wanted was for this 'Duke' guy to give him away and try to get rid of him permanently.

But, it was also getting annoying sitting around in the attic running around like a a rat in a maze. He was bored! Bored, hungry, and sore. He was starting to go absolutely batty up in the attic and it felt wrong to snoop through the other attics and storage rooms just because he was bored.

So instead he would wait for Duke and Damian to leave for school then would wander the mansion and watch Alfred and Bruce - mostly Alfred. He couldn't leave the house when Alfred went out to garden or check on what looked like a barn way in the back corner of the yard. Otherwise though Danny was able to follow him around pretty consistently and watch him do his chores.

He had a very specific schedule that he kept to nearly on the dot. Breakfast for himself that he ate alone, breakfast for the ones who left the house, make sure Bruce actually ate at a decent time, feed the pets, start cleaning.

Then at around 11 in the morning he made himself lunch and tea which he ate alone, cleaned up, made lunch for Bruce and anybody else that was there that day, clean up again, go out to garden, come back into the mansion and clean more until those who went to school came back then he would prepare them a snack before cleaning until dinner or until somebody seemed to start hunting for a snack.

Again he would stop to make dinner, eat it alone, make everybody else dinner, clean up, then let the others all go into that secret study where Bruce probably did taxes (how many people did it take to do taxes?) Apparently a lot because sometimes Alfred would go in there too, stay for a while then come back.

To sum it up the old man spent at least 6 hours of his day cleaning! He was old, he shouldn't be getting up on ladders or pushing himself!

So, on Day 10 Danny decided he was going to help.

Alfred had gone to get the mop and ad it to his supplies which consisted of a ladder, bucket, cloths, gloves and other supplies he had already gotten. The moment Alfred was gone Danny picked up the latter, turned it intangible and flew it up into his attic to hide it and prevent the elderly man from climbing up on it before he went back to the main room where Alfred was now looking seriously confused.

"I could have sworn..." He hummed, then shook his head, placing the mop down before he walked out of the room again.

Danny smiled, grabbing the cloth and dipping it into the water. He rang it out well before he flew up the banister, washing any dust away and polishing it before he did the same with the other side and the railings. He had finished with that by the time Alfred returned with yet another ladder and discovered that his cloth was gone.

This time Alfred's eyes narrowed as he glanced around the room, hummed then walked out again. Once again Danny flew down, took the ladder and took it up to the attic.

What part of 'No ladders for elderly men' didn't he get?

Alfred hadn't returned when he flew back down again which was a relief as he grabbed the mop, dipped it into the bucket and began flying around again while mopping the floor as quickly and efficiently as he could. He had gotten about half way done with the room when Alfred returned and Danny was forced to drop the mop and retreat.

"My word... is somebody there?" Alfred asked, as Danny pressed himself up against the rafters. Alfred waited for a moment, then looked around and looked at the railings, dragging his hand across it before checking his glove. "Well done..."

Danny smiled, then flew back through the ceiling to the attic for a third time. Though, it was a bit more cramped now with the two ladders. But for now Alfred had lost ladder privileges.

---

Danny kept up the trend for the next couple of days, helping Alfred clean then hiding anything dangerous that the old man could hurt himself on. Which meant that his pile of ladders had grown to 3 full sized ladders, 2 mini-ladders, and 6 step stools.

SERIOUSLY, HOW MANY LADDERS DID ONE FAMILY NEED?!

By the time he'd been trapped in the house for eleven days he had pretty much learned how to clean the entire house. From ceiling to floors, even chandeliers and paintings. It was like Alfred was intentionally going slowly to show Danny what to do, or see what Danny would do.

Day twelve though, things changed.

Instead of placing down cleaning supplies, Alfred sat five distinct objects on the stairs.

A baby blanket, a stuffed animal, a book labeled 'Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul', a suit tie, and a bow tie.

Alfred then stepped back and cleared his throat before he spoke. "To the one who has been assisting me in my chores for the passed few days I ask that you pick an item which is representing of your age. I assume that you are over the age of the infant given the amount of help you have been to me, but I simply do not know."

Danny hesitated, then floated and picked up the book, turning it invisible with him.

"A teenager. Thank you for answering my question as well as assisting me in my chores. If I might ask another question." Alfred pulled a pen and paper out of his pocket and placed it on the stairs. "Why have you suddenly chosen to haunt this domicile?"

Danny placed the book back down, picking up the pen and turning it invisible before he wrote.

Trapped.

"Trapped? My word, trapped by what?" Alfred asked, but before Danny could write out a reply the door opened and in walked Duke who gasped.

Danny immediately dropped the pen, then flew through the ceiling as he hid.

---

'Day thirteen in the mansion, and the collection grows yet another mini-ladder.' He thought, then sighed and put his head against the wall as he watched Bruce make his way towards the 'Tax Room' once again.

Danny glanced around, the house was quiet. Alfred had gone shopping, the kids were at school or work, and Bruce was all on his own. All except for Danny the friendly ghost.

There was nothing better to do than snoop. So after a moment of hesitation he flew into the room and looked around. Yep, boring office, just like it had been the other ten million times he'd been there. At least, that's what he thought until Bruce went to the Grandfather clock, reached inside and then stepped back as the Grandfather clock moved out of the way.

Danny's eyes widened in alarm as Bruce stepped into what looked like some kind of elevator that closed behind him with the Grandfather clock moving back into place.

'Woah woah woah! Hold the ever haunting soul. What?!' Danny thought, flying to the grandfather clock as he tried to go through it just to very quickly discover-

Another ward.

"DAMMIT!" Danny groaned, sitting down on the floor and covering his ears as he turned off his intangibility and invisibility.

He couldn't go through the floor - he'd tried. He couldn't go through the super secret elevator to the super secret room that he apparently had no access too, and he couldn't go home!

"It shouldn't be this hard to just go home..." He sighed, rubbing his nose. "Maybe I should just bite the bullet and show myself to one of them and explain myself? No, it's been almost two weeks,they'll think I broke in here intentionally and am trying to learn their secrets about taxes and how to be boring rich people!" He wrapped his arms around his knees as he sighed.

After a moment longer of sulking he turned invisible and intangible again then flew up to his 'roost' to try and think of a plan. Not that it would do any good.

---

Alfred tried more of his 'questions' on day fifteen after everybody had left, including Bruce who had gone to an actual meeting and not one of his secret hang outs in his little elevator of mysteries. The house had been quiet and Danny had been helping Alfred clean the kitchen when Alfred again pulled the notepad and pen out, placing them onto the kitchen island.

"If you are there my friend I have more questions, though I will not be upset if you chose not to answer them. I've written them down on the paper, you can answer those you want. I will be over here doing the dishes."

Danny waited until Alfred had turned around before he approached the notepad and picked at the pen. There were actually a lot of questions, but they were easy enough and some of them even seemed a bit silly.

What's your favorite color? Red.

How old are you? 14.

Where did you come from? Illinois originally.

What's your name? Danny Phantom.

Are you a Ghost?

Danny hesitated on that question as he played with his hands and frowned. That was a loaded question. After a moment he finally replied.

Half. Half-Ghost, Half-Alive. I'm what they call a 'Halfa'.

Why are you here? I didn't mean to come here. I got attacked and ended up hurt in your yard. I flew into the house during a party you guys were hosting and haven't been able to leave since.

What do you want? To go home. I didn't mean to come here and I just wanna go home. This surprise vacation probably has my sister ready to rip her hair out.

Danny answered the rest of the questions which were all friendly and playful questions about what he liked, didn't like, and other stuff like that. He even asked about what Danny's favorite foods and drinks were which was really silly when he was assuming that Danny was a full ghost.

Once Danny answered all of Alfred's questions he wrote three questions of his own.

Am I safe here?

Will you hurt me?

Can I try some of your chocolate chip cookies, they smell really good.

Then, with the questions done he slid the notebook closer to Alfred before going back to cleaning the dinning room. Danny listened for a moment, and after a short time heard Alfred quietly exclaim; "My word..."

Danny could only hope that he hadn't just made a huge mistake by answering those questions.

---

The following night, Danny hung around up out of sight from Duke or anybody else. It was Sunday, which seemed to be when the Wayne's did family dinners. It was weird, and probably a little wrong but he felt like he was going crazy tucked up in that little room for so many hours a day. Thankfully, Duke was sitting with his back to where Danny was hiding so he didn't need to do much but stay in one spot and look out at the group.

Bruce was sitting at one end of the table with a redhead in a wheelchair on the other end of the table who was apparently named 'Barbara'. She seemed nice and smart, like Jazz. it made him really miss her.

On the right side of the table was Damian closest to Bruce, Tim, Stephanie and Duke. On the other side of the table was Dick, Jason, and Cassandra with an empty chair between Cassandra and Barbara.

Alfred had placed all the food down before everybody had arrived, but was glancing around as he placed a final plate down at the empty seat with a single chocolate chip cookie on it.

"Okay... what's that about?" Barbara asked.

"Alfred and Duke think the house is haunted." Tim chuckled.

"It is haunted!" Duke insisted as the group laughed.

"I assure you, the manor is not simply 'haunted'. Our surprise guest is very real. Their name is Danny and from what we've learned of them, they are simply trapped and would like to go home. Which, with this company seems to be possible, does it not? There are worse places for a teenager to be trapped." Alfred said.

"Teenager? How old are we talking here?" Wondered Dick.

"Fourteen." Bruce said, "Between what Alfred has been able to find out due to conversations with 'Danny Phantom' as well as what we have caught on the camera's throughout the manor they seem to be stuck inside the manor itself, not in the basement."

The group relaxed, which was strange but Danny simply watched for a moment.

"As such, the cookie is an offering." Alfred said, "If Mr. Phantom will show himself and allow us to help them, then we will be be sure to do that however we can. We can start with supper. Today's appetizer, a chocolate chip cookie requested by Mr. Phantom."

Danny's heart was pounding in his ears as his mind spiraled. On one hand he would be revealing himself to a large group of people all at once who could do whatever they wanted to him while he was trapped in their manor, but on the other hand Alfred had been genuinely nice to him and he had exhausted all other options. So, after a long moment Danny flew down to the table and sat down quickly gaining Duke's attention as he sat directly across from him.

Danny then picked up the cookie, catching everybody else's attention as he bit into it and hummed happily.

"Danny?" Cassandra questioned, sitting next to him.

Danny stayed invisible as he replied with a cracking voice. "The one and only."

Many of the faces in front of him paled as Alfred seemed to relax and smile.

"I... I hope you don't mind, but I'm a bit rough. I'm going to stay invisible for just a bit longer. Between looking like a disaster and the fact that if I tried something like this in my house my parents would strap me down and rip me apart molecule by molecule. I trust Alfred but..."

"But trust has to be earned." Bruce said, "We understand. Well, perhaps when we're all done eating we can sit down and you can explain how we can help."

"Sounds good... and then after I tell you guys about that we should really talk about ladders and what is a reasonable amount for one family to keep."

DPxDC Prompt where, for whatever reason, Danny enters Wayne Manor. Maybe for a gala, maybe while actually following a bat back to the cave. In any case-- how he enters the manor isn't quite as important as how he leaves it.

There are protections and wards around the Batcave and Wayne Manor, and, due to his halfa status, Danny can interact… strangely with these wards. There is one ward in particular that allows him to enter the premises with no issues, but, well-- He hasn't been able to leave now. And it's kind of a problem.

Danny has now been squatting in the manor for several days, trying to think up a plan.

[actuallykiwi]

A Chance: Part 5

Hunt decides to be brave. Annie isn't complaining. But will someone else?

Am I dreaming? Pretty sure the bump on my head knocked me out and I'm dreaming. But Hunt's head nuzzled onto my shoulder feels very real. Which can't be right, right? Has to be a dream. Albeit a very good one. And he called me his weakness. Which I can only interpret as he has feelings for me, too. Best dream ever???

But the thing about dreams is, you can't feel physical pain, which is where the term "pinch me, I must be dreaming!" came from. And my head and face hurt. A lot. I smile at the realization that I'm very much awake and take my opportunity to hold him, too. So we sit here for a while. He seems in no hurry, and neither am I.

Eventually, Hunt does pull himself away from me and holds my hands. "Can you keep a secret?" he asks softly. I nod. "Good. Because if we're going to do this, I want to do it properly. Which will require some... discretion." I tilt my head, which causes a brief dizzy spell. I pick up the ice pack I dropped and return it to the back of my head. "Going to do... what exactly?" "Dinner, movie, drinks, the whole nine yards." "I... are you saying what I think you're saying?" He grins. "I'm saying to hell with it. I'm taking you out on a real date. That is, if you still want to."

I beam at him. "Yes, of course! I just... I didn't want to hope too much, you know?" I quickly wipe away a tear that threatens to fall. Hunt takes my hand back and squeezes it, a hint of regret in his eyes. "I know. And I'm sorry for how I've been treating you. Pushing you away so harshly. But I'm ready to take a risk, if you'll have me."

I move my hand to his cheek. He leans into the touch. "You're forgiven. But you have to be nice to me from now on." I tease. He kisses my palm and my body turns to jelly. "Deal. Now let's get you back to your dorm."

The ice pack has helped the dizziness, at least. Hunt doesn't have to half-carry me to my dorm building, but he keeps his hand on my back nonetheless. I guess he's being brave since it's dark out and no one is out except the occasional campus security guard. We stop just outside the front door. "Thank you for making sure I made it back safely." "Of course. I'm not leaving you alone while idiots like that are out." He scowls and gestures back at the bar. I squeeze the ice pack tighter. "Right, so... when are we doing this?" His tension softens. "I want this to be perfect. You deserve it. Give me a few days and I'll let you know." "Okay! I still think I'm passed out somewhere and dreaming all of this..." I mutter. He chuckles. "No, thankfully, you are safe and awake. Goodnight, Annie, I'll talk to you soon." "Goodnight." We smile at each other as he hesitantly walks away, and I slowly creep to my dorm.

Addison was half asleep, but now wide awake as she hears me opening our door. "There you are!! Okay tell me everything, let me see the pictures, how was the-" she stops and gasps when she sees my sorry state. There's wine all over the front of my grey knit dress, my face is partially swollen and there's a bandage with bruising around it under my left eye, and I'm holding an ice pack to the back of my head. But despite it all, I cannot stop smiling. "What... what happened-?" "Tomorrow." I tell her with my finger to her lips. "I'm okay. And I'll tell you everything, tomorrow." She tries to argue, but I'm already changing into my pajamas and collapsing into bed. And maybe it's a mix of my throbbing headache and giddy feelings, but I find it hard to fall asleep. Because now I can't stop thinking about how Thomas Hunt wants to take me on a date.

********

The next week, I'm packing up from my last class for the day when my phone buzzes. An unknown number texted:

My office in 10?

I can only think of one person with an office that would send a vague text like that. The question is, how did he get my number? The school database? I shrug it off and head to Hunt's office in the next building over, hoping I'm right.

And the bright look in his eyes when I poke my head in the door tells me I am. "Anneka, thank you for stopping by. Close the door." He monotones. But it's not his usual tone. I know a little hint of happy when I hear it. I have to literally force myself to keep it cool. Remember we're being discreet. "Of course, professor. What did you need to talk about?" "Your grades aren't exactly faltering, but even you could use some extra credit. So I'm offering you the chance to go on a research assignment this Saturday, 6:00pm, West Harbor." "The ferry dock? Where will I be going?" "Catalina Island. I'll email you more details about the assignment later. But... wear something nice." The corner of his mouth twitches slightly. "A research assignment on a fancy secluded island... sounds fun."

I grin, and then I can't help it. This whole thing is sounding very roleplay-like, in a type of film I would NOT star in. I cover my mouth but I can't stop the laughter. Hunt may be a better actor than me in this moment, but I see that corner twitch again. He wipes his nose to cover it. "Is something funny, Ms. Sinclair?" "No, sir, just... Ahem, excited about some extra credit. I'll be there." I give him my best professional smile and nod and exit his office.

My phone buzzes as soon as the door closes behind me.

Get your mind out of the gutter.

I burst out laughing in the hallway.

*******

Despite LA being in the middle of autumn, West Harbor Ferry Dock is only chilly because of the wind. Or I'm just shaking because of nerves.

I'm here about 20 minutes early because the ferry leaves for Catalina right at 6pm. The small crowd is already boarding, but I'm waiting on a certain someone. I check my phone a few times, but there's only texts from Addison wishing me luck and telling me not to get wine on my fancy dress. My heart is beating so fast that I take to pacing.

"Annie." I whip around. Hunt has swapped out his usual khaki blazer for a sharp black suit. We didn't even plan to match in black, but here we are. I'm in a stylish black dress with sheer sleeves and shoulders, and a bow hanging from the chest. And just like the night of the masquerade, he's not hiding the fact that he is gazing at every inch.

My heart skips a beat. "Hunt!" I stammer, unsure what to do with myself, so I just go in for a hug. He happily returns the embrace, picking me up to my tiptoes. "You can call me Thomas." He whispers. I'm blushing like mad by the time we pull apart. "Oh, okay, um... Thomas." I shyly tuck my hair behind my ear while he smiles warmly at me, his cheeks turning rosy, too.

I giggle. "I'm sorry, this is just... surreal to me. I'm excited, don't get me wrong! I think I've just forgotten how to act on a date." He chuckles and offers me his arm. "We'll figure it out together. Come, Catalina awaits."

Thomas and I find a seat by a window on the ferry. My arm is still linked through his, and I never could have imagined myself sitting this close to him. "So... a research assignment, huh?" He sighs. "You're a great actress, but you still cannot keep a straight face and at least act serious, can you?" I laugh. "I'm sorry! You know the whole thing felt weird!" I nudge him and he starts to laugh too. "Poor performance. This is why you needed extra credit." I gasp. "Did you... did you just make a joke?" He glares at me. "I'm not always a grumpy professor, you know." I can tell he is trying not to smile. "Not always. Just in public." He smirks. "Just in public."

We laugh and tease for a while, and neither one of us noticed we were basically halfway to the island already. We both watch the sun start to dip toward sunset. "So, I have to ask. How did you get my number?" I ask him. "The charity venue texted both of us at the auction, remember?" I pull up the itinerary I was texted that night. Then I recognize that third unknown number in the group as the number he's been texting me with. "So, you didn't even look at your phone that night? Just left me to look at the itinerary?" "In truth, I had another reason I didn't. I didn't want the... temptation, of having your number." He blushes. I grin. "And how's that workin' out for ya?" Thomas moves his arm to hold my hand. "Quite well, I think." And now my face is crimson.

********

We reach Catalina Island, and Thomas pulls me along with the crowd. In true professor form, he tells me a few interesting facts about the island and the little town built on it. Eventually we make our way to Hotel Vista Del Mar, where a fancy Italian restaurant is attached. Apparently the hotel is a popular venue this weekend, as guests for a wedding mill about waiting on the reception to start. Thomas and I weave through the crowd as we make our way to the restaurant.

The maitre d' greets us under a brilliant sign reading Chateau de Vin. Then we're ushered to our table with a luxurious view of the sunset. "Wow, when you go big, you go fancy." I mutter to Thomas as he pulls out my seat for me. "It's nothing less than you deserve." He smiles a smile just for me and sits in the chair the maitre d' pulls out for him.

We order our wine and food a short while later. The white wine isn't as sweet, but... "Not red wine? You always struck me as having a sweet tooth." Thomas comments. I sip and place the glass down. "I'm, uh, kind of taking a break from red wine. After the incident, at the bar." His face falls and I can tell he's looking at the tiny healing scar under my eye. Addison did a good job with my makeup, but there's only so much you can do. "Annie, I am so sorry." I smile and reach for his hand. "Will you quit apologizing? If that's the moment that led us to this one, then I would happily relive it over and over again."

Thomas's eyes widen for just a moment, and he smiles sadly, brushing his thumb over my knuckles. "You... reminded me of someone just now." "Oh? Who?" His gaze turns to the sunset. "...Yvonne." He's never mentioned Yvonne before. I know it's stupid to have a twinge of jealousy, but how sadly he's looking out that window...

His gaze returns to me briefly and he squeezes my hand. "She was my girlfriend in my college days. We were... very close." "Like... in love close?" He chuckles dryly. "...yes. We were both film students, and she was a Transfer from Spain for the year. And it was a hell of a year." He grins fondly at the memory. "Then... what happened?" "The short version? She had an old boyfriend back in Spain, and I knew they'd end up married if she went back. So... we were going to run away together. We were supposed to meet at a bus station near campus before her plane left. But I..." he hesitates, sips his wine. "...I never showed up. So she left. They have a family together now."

It's quiet for a moment. He sees me watching him, unable to hide the little bit of sadness in my eyes. He kisses my knuckles. "Deep regret can ruin a man from the inside, Annie. I put my career first and ruined my first chance at love. I'm not making that mistake again." My heart flutters at the mention of love. "But anyways, all that to say, Yvonne would say things like that all the time. What happened, happened, but, what was it you said? 'If that was the moment that led to this one'..."

I smile brightly at him and hold my glass up. "Then, to many more moments." He smiles back and taps his wine glass with mine.

Dinner goes much better than the last one we had together. Thomas and I only stop talking when it's time to eat, and even then it's between bites. Once we begin to wrap up and the bill is paid, music pours in from the open windows. "Sounds like there's dancing out on the veranda." Thomas stands and offers me his hand. "Shall we join them?"

**********

The veranda is lit by strings of fairy lights from above. A makeshift dance floor has been parted by the dining tables, making it a little smaller than the masquerade. A live band performs on a stage, and couples dancing dot the area.

Thomas wastes no time pulling me straight into the middle of it. Next thing I know, my hand is on his shoulder and his arm is around my waist. Now this is familiar. "I suppose I meet your standards now?" I tease. He rolls his eyes. "If you didn't, we wouldn't be here in the first place. Why, are you still nervous?" He teases back. "God, even more now. But... relieved, in a way. I never thought I'd get to dance with you again." He smiles softly. "I didn't either. But don't be nervous. You're still mesmerizing." As if to emphasize his point, he grips me tighter. And if I'm not mistaken, that hand is dipping just ever-so-slightly beyond my hip. And I am not complaining.

The band is playing music a bit more upbeat than the waltz at the ball. We swing, jump, spin, and laugh through the rhythm. It's much more fun than a ballroom waltz. And this time, the crowd doesn't stop to watch us. We're all just having fun.

Thomas surprises me with a final flourish. At the final crescendo, he dips me low to where I'm looking at the world upside down. We laugh as he slowly pulls me back up, and I realize that we are nose to nose. He has his hands on my back and hip to steady me, but I don't think it's the dance that has me dizzy. We're both breathing heavily, and I can feel his heartbeat match my own. I gently caress his face. "Thomas..."

"O.M.G. Is that Professor H.!?"

I gasp and bury my head in his jacket lapel. Thomas's arms go protectively around me. "Who is that? Did they see me?" He curses under his breath. "It's Jenni with her stupid phone. We need to go." Using his jacket to shield my face, he rushes me through the crowd, Jenni's annoying voice trailing behind. I hear camera clicks. "Professor, I know you can hear me! Who is that with you? What are you hiding!?"

Thomas quickly shoves his way to the side of the hotel where a small set of stairs leads under the pier and down to the beach. We barely make it to the bottom of the first flight before she appears above us. He pushes me against the wall and we hide under the alcove. "Ughh, where did he go? He was just here!"

We wait until we hear her footsteps recede back to the veranda. A sigh of relief escapes both of us. "That was close." "Too close. Come on, we need to move." Thomas takes my hand and leads me down the rest of the stairs to the beach. We walk for a moment until we reach a rocky outcropping, hidden from sight, but where we can still see the ferry.

A nighttime walk on the beach would have been romantic if not for our harrowing escape from Bianca's stupid friend. Thomas leans on a rock, thinking. But even in the dark, I can see his brow furrowing. He's worried. "That was entirely too close." I fiddle with the sleeve of my dress. "I don't think she saw you." He says with his hand on his chin. "We don't know that for sure. I-" I drop my arms in defeat. Then I cross my arms and sigh. "I'm so, so sorry, Thomas. You were right, this was a risk. If we can't find enough privacy to date on an island, we'll never find it."

He looks at me, then stands. "Are you giving up?" "No, of course not! But, we have to face facts. We got away this time, but next time we might not be so lucky. I couldn't live with myself if you lost your job, your dream, because of me. Just another Hollywood scandal." He goes perfectly still. "I loved this. I did. I loved that you were willing to try. But I can't put you through something this dangerous. Let's go back." I smile sadly and start to walk back to the ferry.

But Thomas turns me around and his mouth is crashing onto mine. It takes me a second to process what's happening, but my arms drape over his shoulders and he pulls me close to him. He kisses me again and again, until he has me pinned against one of the rocks. My hands find his hair. Despite it's shiny appearance, it's so much softer than I ever dreamed.

Finally, he pulls away. He pins his arms on either side of me on the rock, his breath heavy and his eyes laser-focused on me. "You're right about how risky this is. I thought Catalina would be safe, but I miscalculated. We were careless, and it won't happen again."

He pauses to catch his breath but doesn't move. I'm too stunned to move, either. "...Look, this relationship has always been risky. And I was, am, well aware of the consequences of getting involved with you." He tilts my chin up. "But I'm here anyway."

I blink up at him. I'm simply at a loss for words. "If you want to walk away for good, then I won't stop you." He plants his hand back on the rock, firmly. "But I'm in this. I'm all in." I could cry. In fact, I think a couple of tears do spring loose. But I am looking up at this man with so much joy, so much relief, that I could collapse. I hold his face in my hands. "If you're sure... than so am I."

Thomas smiles and kisses me one more time. Soft and sweet this time as he wipes away my tears. Then he rests his forehead against mine, and we just stay.

********

How in the world I am supposed to survive class with Hunt after that night, I have no clue. He gets it easy, all he has to do is scowl and grumble in my general direction and no one bats an eye. But I have to not make heart eyes at him all the time? ....then again, every other student does too, so... hmm.

But we go about our usual Monday morning. Ten minutes into class, Bianca and Jenni bumble in and sit right in front of me and Addison. Hunt scowls at them. "What? Not like we're missing anything." Bianca snips. "Not yet, but clearly you've missed things in past lectures." He plops an essay in front of her. "A 'C'?! Do you know who I am?" Hunt grumbles as he passes out the rest. "Unfortunately."

Bianca gets ready for another bratty retort, then pauses, a smile creeping across her face. "Well, professor, I hope you take a moment to reconsider. You see, I happen to know a very interesting tidbit about you and a certain someone dancing on Catalina Island..."

"I saw you and her on Saturday night when I was at my uncle's wedding!" Jenni chimes in. The whispers spread like wildfire around the classroom. I shoot a very quick glance to Addison. Don't panic. "I don't know what Jenni thinks she saw, but I would advise you to reconsider your attitude, Ms. Stone." Hunt glares at Bianca. "The faculty here does not take kindly to students who attempt to blackmail their teachers."

Bianca scoffs as Hunt finishes passing out papers and begins the lecture. She and Jenni don't pay attention and continue to whisper furiously. It's kind of hard not to eavesdrop. "Ugh, that was so uncool." Jenni types away at her phone. Probably live-tweeting. "Whatever. He'll wish he had just changed my grade once we're through with him. We just have to show everyone the proof." And whether she meant to or not, Bianca shoots a glare back at me.

Gulp.

(Disclaimer: The original story, places, names, some dialogue, and all characters except for Annie belong to Pixelberry from their game Hollywood U: Rising Stars. Thank you for reading!

[lycanfuck]

come to your brother cw rape/cocsa, incest, physical injury (cuts), sibling abuse

everything hurt.

luka led limply on his bed, staring at the wall ahead with glassy eyes, body trembling from the cold and the pain and the shock. he was afraid to move. afraid to make any noise that might draw zach's attention and bring him back. he could hear him on the other side of the room, on his bed, the occasional flip of a page.

slowly, he eased himself up so he was sitting on his bed, all his muscles protesting and pain throbbing somewhere deep inside. he pressed a hand to his stomach, trying not to double over with the intensity. luka did his best to breathe through the pain.

that was when he saw blood printing onto his hand. bloody fingerprints on his stomach and smeared on his thigh and a deep red stain forming on the bed covers beneath him. the stitching on one of his cuts had ripped open, leaving the parted skin hot and sore to the touch. with a little sniff, he forced himself out of bed, careful to not let any blood stain the carpet as he shuffled to the bedroom with his shorts bundled up against the wound.

flipping on the bathroom light, he saw himself in the mirror. his hair was messy, moreso than usual, eyes red-rimmed and cheeks tear-stained and smeared with his own blood. he let his shorts drop to the floor before staring at the rest of his body in the glass. red marks and bruises, old and new, all over his chest, neck and collarbones.

it was the feeling of zach's cum trickling down his thigh that made him rush to the toilet, throwing up the couple of drinks he'd had at the party, along with the pretzels he'd eaten to prevent himself from getting too drunk. he'd just wanted to cut loose, to have a little fun and then sleep well for a change. he was so stupid. if he hadn't been drinking, he wouldn't have said all those stupid things to zach and he wouldn't be bleeding out right now.

he heaved in the toilet bowl until there was nothing left in his stomach but bile. miserably, he flushed it all away and pushed himself to his feet slowly, climbing into the shower and turning the water on as hot it would go as he tried to scrub away the feel of zach's hands all over him. ***

luka knew he didn't have a lot of options, even as he climbed out of their bedroom window with pain radiating through him, backpack strapped on. he always kept it ready in case he had to leave quickly. it didn't have much inside: a couple changes of clothes, a handful of granola bars, a bottle of water and a bag full of quarters.

he couldn't go to anne's house for obvious reasons, but for all those same reasons, he couldn't go to any of his other friends' houses either. he ended up walking to anne's, making camp in her treehouse instead. nobody would look for him there, let alone zach.

he crawled inside, careful not to disturb any of anne's belongings as he pulled a blanket over himself and cried his eyes raw. ***

he didn't remember passing out, but he spent the rest of the weekend there not doing much of anything, grateful that anne never showed up. monday morning found him wide awake by 4a.m., and he ate his last granola bar and forced himself to start the long walk to school, planning to get there early enough that he can take a quick shower. he bid the safety of anne's treehouse goodbye for now and forced his exhausted, sore body into the five mile walk.

an hour into the trek, a familiar car rolled up beside him and it was all he could do to not start cursing under his breath.

"luka? what are you doing all the way out here?"

he was wearing two layers of clothes in addition to his lightweight jacket, and yet he still felt vulnerable. like she was going to see right through him.

"i was camping," he said finally, glancing over at judy, who had the driver's seat rolled down, arm flung out; cody poked a curious head out his own window.

"alone?"

"yeah."

"right," she said after a long moment. "well, hop in. i'll give you a ride home."

"i'm going to school. i have a project to work on."

"fine, then i'll drive you there," luka could hear a hint of impatience that crept into her voice.

luka circled around to the passenger side of her squad car wordlessly, easing himself into the seat, trying not to wince as he cast a sideways glance at cody.

fortunately, he didn't seem to notice anything was wrong. "you know, i'm not sure camping alone in the woods is very safe-" he began, and a short, humorless chuckle escaped luka.

if only he knew he was a hundred times safer alone in the woods than he was at home in his own bed. "i can handle the wildlife," he responded.

cody narrowed his eyes. "are you alright?"

luka stared out the windshield, ignoring the various aches and pains in his body, ignoring the way he felt hollowed-out and empty.

"i'm fine." ***

zach hadn't been surprised to discover luka gone when he woke up the next morning, nor was he surprised when he didn't come home that night, either. it was okay, though, because he knew he'd be at school on monday morning. luka knew how much trouble he'd be in with their dad if he skipped. zach did make note of the fact that luka's side of the room was cleaned up, sheets changed. he found it mildly amusing.

monday morning found him leaving for school a few minutes earlier than usual, hoping to catch a glimpse of the little asshole before he made it to first period. he and his group of self-righteous delinquents, of course, tended to avoid zach as much as possible, not that he made any efforts to be around them.

zach lured his locker open and set down his books inside. truth be told, he'd planned on dropping out mid-year to apply for colleges, see if he could get an in. he'd always been told it wasn't likely they'd accept a 14-year-old, but he wasn't any 14-year-old. besides, elke had done it, and she produced that redheaded devil-incarnate. but recently, zach had felt better about things. more in control than ever.

"zach!" he turned to see scotty heading toward him with a grin and he raised an eyebrow at him. "you weren't at the session saturday - you were at that party at the tuffin's, right?"

he nodded.

"i hear you ducked out early - you get lucky?"

that made him smirk. "you could say that."

"anyone i know?"

"some tight little sporty bitch," he shrugged and shut his locker, turning in time to see luka at his own locker down the hall, his damp, ginger hair gleaming in the fluorescent lighting above. there was an instant tightening of his gut.

"shit, really?"

zach patted the guy's shoulder, liking the obvious envy in his voice. "see you at lunch." he made a beeline for luka, enjoying the way his eyes widened slightly when he leaned against the locker beside it. "where were you this weekend?"

luka's eyes darted from him to the books in his locker as he reached for one.

"anne's," he replied simply. his voice was barely audible and zach couldn't resist the urge to reach out and tug lightly at the ends of his hair. luka stayed still. like a good little bitch.

zach kept his eyes on him, itching to reach out and put his hands on him, wishing nobody else was here so he could slam him up against the row of lockers, strip him down and see the marks he'd left on him the night before last. "meet me outside after school, okay?"

"i'm going to bri's for dinner," he said immediately.

"no. you're not," zach responded, knowing luka understood him when he closed his eyes tightly.

"okay."

"don't be late," zach said before pushing off the locker he was leaned against. ***

luka wasn't the least bit hungry by the time lunch rolled around, and he picked idly at the food on his tray as his friends conversed around him. a slight nudge from bri's elbow startled him out of his daze and he glanced up at her.

"what's up?" her voice was quiet, so quiet none of the others had even heard the question.

he just shook his head in response, swallowing heavily and trying to give her his best reassuring smile. "just a stomach ache," he answered.

it wasn't a lie. his stomach had been cramping painfully on an almost constant basis these days. if not that, it was headaches in their stead, or bleeding. he felt like he was bleeding around-the-clock, not just from wounds popping back open but bleeding from inside-out, too. zach wanted him to bleed. he wanted to hurt him and he succeeded. if luka had the option to go to the hospital and get it checked out, he would, but he didn't have such luxuries. not with all zach's threats looming over him. he wasn't sure what he was going to do if the bleeding continued much longer. he knew enough to know it wasn't normal.

not that there was anything normal about your brother fucking you when you're half-conscious.

his stomach turned and he exhaled slowly, fading back into attentiveness to the rest of the ongoing conversation around him.

"so, dinner at my place, and then i can do your homework and just hang out for a while? you brought the cash for that, yeah, luke?" bri was saying.

"i'm not gonna be able to make it," he said, trying not to sound like he was dreading the reason why as much as he really was.

cody turned his head to look at him, frown furrowing his brow. "what's going on?"

"teo is coming back tomorrow. i need to make sure the place is cleaned up or he'll blow a gasket," he rolled his eyes for the effect.

his frown deepened. "i could come over and help-"

"no," luka said immediately, alarm shooting through him. "no, it's fine. you should go to bri's with everyone else. i can vaccum and dust myself, and if i finish up early enough, i can come over."

he struggled to keep the anxiety off his face, shifting slightly on the cafeteria bench, resisting the urge to press a hand to his stomach. he glanced across the room and saw zach a few tables away with his friends and luka had to will himself not to shrink back as he found him staring back, grinning lazily and taking a bite out of the apple in his hand before licking the juices off his lips. luka felt his face drain of color and he looked away.

zach was gonna hurt him again tonight. luka just didn't know how much worse he possibly could. it was the stupidest assumption he'd ever made. ***

"are you sure you can't make it tonight? just for a little while?" anne asked as she walked with luka to his locker after the final bell had rung.

"i wish i could," luka told her quietly. she had no idea how much he wished he could go with her and the others instead of walking home with zach tonight. his stomach was already churning with dread, wondering what he was going to do to him this time. he knew he was going to be finding out soon.

anne leaned against the locker adjacent as luka rifled through his books and things, shoving all the books he had into it. he knew he needed some of these for this evening. he didn't care. what was the point? it wasn't like he was gonna be able to make time for it even if he wanted to do it. he shuddered at the thought.

"you okay, kid?" anne gave his shoulder a light touch with her fingertips. if luka didn't walk away quickly, he was gonna end up breaking down right in front of her.

"yep. cold chill," luka said shortly, hoisting his bag onto his shoulders. "i should get going. homework and cleaning. fun times."

"if something's wrong, you can tell me. you know that, right?"

how wrong she was. if luka told her anything, if he told anybody what was going on, they would try to do something to stop it, and luka would be putting his own life in jeopardy because he had absolutely no doubt that zach would kill him.

"yeah, 'course."

"'kay…"

"see you tomorrow, annie," luka hoped, anyway. at this point, he wasn't too sure. heart skipping in his chest as he clutched onto his skateboard, making his way out of the school, sure enough, zach was idling against the school's outer wall. luka stopped, trying not to look at him.

"look at that. you can follow directions when you want to. right on time," zach said, straightening himself up and beginning to walk, luka following suit, his skateboard's back wheels clicking against every bump in the sidewalk as he solemnly dragged it along.

he teetered on his footing as zach grabbed his sleeve and made a sharp turn luka wasn't anticipating, leading a straight course toward the tall, wooded area placed right by their school. it was fairly deep, dark enough to not see in there given you were positioned right, but was placed right beside two sidewalks that criss-crossed, hence why luka felt his breath catch in his throat at they approached it. too risky.

zach removed his hand from luka almost as quickly as he had rested it there. "unzip my pants," he said, a casual air to his tone as he leaned up against one of the trees.

luka stood frozen in front of him, blinking at the direction they had came from. sure, given the spot they were at, you wouldn't have been able to see them from the sidewalks, but someone could very easily wander over here. "is that a joke?"

"unzip my pants," he repeated, tone immediately shifting to something more authoritarian.

nausea rolling through him, luka reluctantly dropped to his knees, sharp shards of dead bark digging into his skin, and unzipped the zipper on the other's slacks, hand trembling.

"undo the button, too."

"please don't make me do this," he whispered, tears already gathering in his eyes. zach turned his head to look at him and the coldness in his eyes terrified luka.

"you're gonna cry, luka? like some little girl?" he reached down and undid the button himself, leaning back a little against the tree. "pull my cock out."

a tear trickled down luka's cheek and before he even had a chance to follow the directions, zach grabbed a hold of his hand and brought it to the front of his pants, holding it there and bucking his hips up a little before maneuvering his hand into his pants, circling luka's fingers around his mostly flaccid cock and pulling it out. the memory of having it rammed inside of him the night before last flooded luka's mind and he grew tense.

"stroke it," he ordered. "if you can't make me cum before someone finds us here, i'm gonna choke you out with the telephone cord."

biting down on the inside of his cheek, luka slowly started to jerk him off, trying not to think about what he was planning to do with it once they were home. the tension in his body made the pain in his stomach ramp up beyond what he thought was possible.

"fuck, yeah," zach shifted beneath his touch, already starting to grow hard at the contact. "move your thumb over the head," he reached down, guiding luka's hand and bucking up into his grip again. "faster."

cheeks burning with humiliation and shame, luka did as he was told, another tear trickling down his cheek.

[tsuy4n]

Could u make something of scaramouche spanking a brat reader 👉👈

➵ Warning: NSFW, fem!reader, spanking, reader's a brat, explicit language & theme, degradation, Scaramouche is possessive, hair pulling.

➵ Note: spanking??? say no more, I'm in. And I'm sorry if this took a while. Just as I was about to finish the story I was forced to get some sleep 🗿 Thanks for the request as well, anon <3

"Stop covering that filthy mouth of yours." The harbinger harshly spoke followed by a deep chuckle as he eyes your trembling naked body that laid flat on top his thighs as he was sitting on the couch inside his office while he kneads, pats, or squeeze the stinging red flesh of your buttocks.

"Did you not hear me?" You whimper and shift your head to look at Scaramouche with gape and trembling lips, eyes glossy as tears streamed down. "Look at how pathetic you've become." He sneered. "What happened to that cocky attitude of yours earlier, hm?" The male lands another hit, this time with a little bit of electro, making you feel the electricity all throughout your body that felt so good that it made you drool.

"Why are you crying? I'm not even hitting you that hard am I?" He ridiculed. "After all, you did say that you could handle it as I hit like a child. " Scaramouche mocks with a small but deep laugh.

"You're getting off this." He laughs, patting your bottom making you flinch. "How disgusting, [Y/n]." Scaramouche continues to insult. "This is a punishment. You shouldn't even be enjoying this, you perverted pig." You sob, fat tears now streaming down your face when he started to hit your rear again. Rough, hard and strong. He striked many times at once that it only resulted for you to be a moaning and crying mess, not really minding the pain as it somehow gave your body pleasure.

"Let everyone hear how much of a fucking whore you are." He said as another harsh spank was sent to your bum. "That's what you are after all, right? A slut that would do anything just to get a dick stuffed inside that dirty cunt of yours." You squirm, feeling his clothed member on your stomach. It was stiff and hard. You were sure of it as you also felt it occasionally twitch.

"But you're my slut," He says, voice dropping an octave again. "You're mine, you hear? I'm not sharing you, especially to that stupid ginger head." You stifle a laugh which did not go unnoticed as Scaramouche clenched his jaw, obviously pissed.

"So your cocky attitude's back now, huh?" He asked, voice gruff while you flash a smile, adding fuel to his fire as he grabbed your jaw. "That's good. You definitely have a lot of disciplining to learn anyways."

"You're so damn cute." You taunted. big mistake as his eyes turned dark and a creepy smile showed on his beautiful feature. "Then let me show you next how adorable I can be." A small hiss came out of you when he harshly pulled up and made you sit on his lap this time, your ass aching from all the hitting. The harbinger immediately caught your mouth with his instantly, initiating a rough and deep kiss, absolutely dominating and taking control over you.

You moan and grind yourself on him resulting a guttural groan from Scaramouche. You wince in pain when he bit the lower part of your lips hard before pulling away with a sinister look on his face as he licked the blood away and pushed you off.

"Get on your fucking knees." He says, voice demanding that it made you shiver and quicky do as he said and start to work with getting rid of his shorts, but before you could even touch touch him, the Balladeer gripped your wrist.

"Consider yourself lucky that I'm even letting you get a taste of my dick." Your lips quiver at his harsh tone and grip. "But don’t get the wrong idea. I'm not fucking you tonight, unless you beg." Scaramouche releases your wrist that left a bruise and brought it towards his lips, giving a soft kiss.

"Hard." He growled then stood up and pulled down his shorts. His dick finally springs free, twitching, throbbing and leaking with pre that it made your mouth water again while Scaramouche laughs, finding you so pathetic on your knees, lips quivering and looking like a hungry dog that's waiting for its owner to be fed.

"Start begging, whore."

[captain-blitzy]

I don't have a lot to add because I think I did a good job rambling here but!

For Billy and Grumpy; I updated the fic today and the most recent chapter has a lot of them interacting, in fact it starts with it!

[if you look at the fic i advise taking the tagged warnings seriously, but also I'm not far enough for most of them to really apply yet and each chapter has its own specific warnings put before they start just in case! Most recent chapter does not have any warnings itself.]

I'm gonna copy paste their parts together under a read more in case you don't wanna go read all that but still wanna see them interact, its their first time really interacting since Billy just woke up!

Anyway have an edit and a friend's sketch hehe

" Billy’s eyes fluttered open.

The first thing he sees is white. For a moment, he thought that he was still at Mount Massive. Then all of his senses rushed back into him, overwhelming his very being. Yet, he felt lighter than he had in a long time.

Billy stared straight ahead. The walls were white, the floors were just as lacking in color as anywhere else around him. He only turned his head a little to look around. He felt frozen in time, like moving would cause the rest of the world to catch up to him, and this select moment of peace would crumble in an instant.

The air smelled startlingly clean. It’s strange, his mind was too used to everything smelling and tasting of metal. But it was clean. Mount Massive was clean when he was first brought there. It seemed so, anyway. The system was clean until he became a part of it, and even then, he didn’t see the light until the Walrider connected with his mind.

The Walrider.

Where was it? He couldn’t hear it in his head, even if he closed his eyes and focused as hard as he could. Billy did so anyway, in hopes of seeing something, anything that could tell him where he was without disrupting the silence. He didn’t get the answers he wanted. He did, however, hear something else. A voice in the distance, a deep whisper. The words were garbled. There was still no rusty smell, but his head felt heavier. When he opened his eyes, the room was still blank. There was no one speaking, no one he could see at least. His body was light again.

He looked around once more, allowing himself to turn his head a bit further. It was then that he noticed the strange creature laying beside him. It looked like a teddy bear, but it was blue, and as far as Billy knew, bears didn’t come in shades of blue. Only whites and browns and blacks and the occasional red. It wasn’t a toy; the bear’s body moved up and down as it breathed. Billy leaned over to try and get a better look at him, and saw it was holding a little toy star. He felt something inside of him relax. It wasn’t a guard or anything like that. Guards couldn’t sleep with toys. They’d be too busy guarding, or yelling, or whatever else they did.

Billy moved over in the bed, away from the bear. Maybe he’d taken up too much room, and that’s why he wasn’t under the covers like Billy was. It was rude to take up the whole bed. Billy didn’t know this bear, but he didn’t want to be rude. His mama didn’t raise him that way.

The covers were soft and cloudy, like everything else in the room. Did they not have blankets here, or were they unsure of what kind he’d like? It was strange to him. He was half-sure this wasn’t a dream because his dreams were never this slow. His dreams were running, and chasing, and shouting and jumping and splashing and everything else in the world. Small memories danced around his head. Billy winced. His head throbbed, and then the pain subsided. He tried to think of what he was remembering only a moment before, but the thoughts were blurry and it made his head hurt, so he stopped. Was he remembering a dream? No, he could have sworn it was real. He was floating, he was chasing without running, he could reach so far, and he no longer had hands but claws… Oh, that wasn’t him, was it? Well, it was, but it was the Walrider too. It was him and the Walrider and whatever they became together. He wasn’t entirely sure who did what, now that he thought of it. They hadn’t gotten much time to practice. They had joined together and Billy’s mind let it move however it wanted to, and it dug itself inside every brain cell and merged with his very being.

And then, there was a point where it was ripped away. And Billy remembered the feeling of air being ripped out from him, like falling down a long flight of stairs. But instead of getting back up and shaking the dust off himself, he never got up again. Here he was, though. Sitting in a bed with a blue bear and certainly thinking thoughts. Even if this was a dream, he was thinking thoughts.

Billy never tried waking up the bear. In all honesty, the thought never occurred to him. He was too busy trying to find the memories that rested ever so close to the front of his mind to notice when Grumpy Bear started to wake up. He didn’t even feel that he was being stared at. He only noticed when Grumpy spoke.

“Billy?” Grumpy stared at him with wide eyes. The boy he had been waiting on for so long was sitting up right in front of him. He wasn’t sure if he would ever wake up, much less sit up so soon.

But Billy was sitting, and was looking right back at him. “That’s me,” he said. “And who’re you?” He didn’t need to know where he was quite yet. The first thing to do in a conversation with someone new is introduce yourself, and ask who the other is, and then he could ask whatever else he needed.

“Me? Oh, I’m Grumpy Bear.” He tried not to sound too amazed. He wasn’t sure what Billy remembered, and he didn’t want to overwhelm him. Grumpy could feel his heart beating faster than it had in a long time. “Are you feeling alright?”

Billy nodded in response. He felt… normal. His body felt well rested, if not a little worn out, and his eyes didn’t hurt. He could see well, his thoughts weren’t all over the place, his insides felt more regular than irregular. So, with all that in mind, he decided he was definitely feeling alright. “I’m not at Mount Massive anymore, am I?”

Grumpy shook his head. He was sitting now, which allowed Billy to get a better look at the picture on the bear’s stomach. “No. We are in a place called Care-A-Lot. It’s where us Care Bears live. We brought you here to keep you safe, and take care of you. You haven’t been awake for a few weeks now.” When Billy simply nodded in response and didn’t ask anything else, Grumpy chose to stay quiet as well. He didn’t want to offer up any information Billy wasn’t ready to hear.

Billy stared at the storm cloud, brows furrowed. Something occurred to him. After a few moments, Billy spoke. “We tried to tear you to pieces.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“I know. I forgive you.”

Neither was sure of what to say after that. Grumpy Bear put the star plush onto Billy’s lap, and watched him hold it in his hands. Grumpy wanted to feel relieved. He knew he should feel relieved. But he couldn’t. Not yet. Dread bubbled in his stomach. What was going to happen when Billy and Miles inevitably met? What would the Walrider do? Is Billy actually alright now, or is this the calm before he crashes and dies suddenly? What does he remember? He remembered something, obviously, but when he remembers more, how distressed will he be? How do you comfort someone about actions they didn’t take, but were technically still a part of? Would he ever be okay?

Well, Billy seemed fine enough at the moment. He was smiling at the star in his hands. It was soft and well loved. There were a few spots where the stuffing wasn’t even with the rest of the plush. He liked it. He hadn’t had anything like this in a long time, and it made him feel happy that someone else could still have something they loved so much for so long. Billy handed the star back to Grumpy. He felt settled in enough to this new scenario that he was ready to move onto the next part of whatever the plan for him was. No point in postponing it. “Grumpy, am I stuck in this bed?”

The bear shook his head. “Do you feel like you can walk?”

“I don’t see why I couldn’t.” Grumpy Bear slid off the bed and stepped aside, allowing Billy to get out onto the same side. Billy stretched, first reaching his arms up and going onto his tiptoes, and then stretching out his legs individually, and finally his back. His legs wobbled. He hoped Grumpy wouldn’t notice. He kept a hand on the wall, just in case. “Can I take a look around?”

Grumpy was already heading towards the door. “Sure. I’ll introduce you to everyone. We’ve been wanting to meet you.” "

~~~~~~~

When Billy did not come out for dinner, Grumpy Bear knocked on his door. It took a few moments before the door opened, buy Grumpy was still able to go inside.

He looked at Billy with concern. “I didn’t see you out there, are you okay?” he asked. He had expected to see Billy eating happily with everyone else, talking away as if he hadn’t been stuck in his room. Instead he had decided to stay stuck in his room.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” Billy sat on his bed, and patted the spot next to him. Grumpy quickly filled that spot. “I just didn’t want to go out there with everyone else. It’s a lot more overwhelming than I thought it’d be. I don’t see how this should be any different than leaving my cell at Mount Massive.”

“I can bring you some food,” Grumpy said.

“Thanks, Grumpy Bear.” They sat in silence. Billy stared down at his lap, and Grumpy watched his face. When Grumpy put his paw on his leg, Billy gained the strength to speak again. “They all look up to me and I haven't the faintest idea why.”

Ah, that would be a bit heavy on someone fresh to the world again, wouldn’t it? Especially after all that. “When things are bad, people like to gravitate to someone or something to look to. It gives them hope. That’s why some people follow Martin, right? It makes sense to them and makes them feel better.”

Billy thought about this for a moment. “I make them feel better? Without really doing anything?”

“Yeah! I mean, I think so. You were going through all that with them but making better progress. You were proof it couldn’t go on forever.” Grumpy wasn’t entirely sure about what he was saying, but he knew he wasn’t lying, so whatever decided to leave his mouth was probably okay.

“Yeah. Couldn’t go on forever.”

“And you weren’t mean to anybody, you weren’t lashing out. You were just as kind as you’ve always been.”

“You’re startin to assume things,” Billy said.

Grumpy scrunched up his face. “Are you saying I’m wrong?”

Billy laughed. “No, no! Stop makin’ that face at me.” He shrugged. “I guess I shouldn’t worry too much.”

“If they’re making you uncomfortable, I can talk to them.” Grumpy looked at him seriously. “It’s no trouble at all, I’ll just--” He was interrupted by the sound of a stomach growling. The pair stared at one another, and then burst out into laughter. “I’ll just go bring you some dinner.” He slid off the bed and made his way towards the door. He turned back to look at Billy. “If you need anything, don’t be scared to ask us. Friends help friends.”

Propaganda

Billy and Grumpy:

aaa okay so this is from a fic im writing, im not too far in it yet but plot [which is relevant to this] is the Care Bears go to Mount Massive Asylum during the riot to try and help all the patients escape instead of them getting killed [by their own hands or the soldiers sent in by the people running the place]. and then the care bears are helping them heal from their trauma and all that and they all become one big family. These two are in a fic im working on [described vaguely in the gentle heart chris submission {emcee note: included the relevant bit above}] and man these two are gonna be so huge im so excited. Grumpy Bear saw this kid who had been sold into experimentation by his mother and went "welp that one is mine." Billy was trapped in a sort of 'bubble' with a ton of tubes connected to his body, and the only way to stop the nanobot ghost he was possessing/being possessed by [its complicated] was to turn off his life support and Grumpy went mmm no fuck that I'm going to figure out a different way. And then he figured out the different way WHILE the ghost was trying to kill him!! And then when Billy was in a coma after the experience Grumpy waited by his bed for him to wake up the entire time so he wouldn't be alone in a new place that he didn't know after having been tortured for years. And they just click immediately, Grumpy likes him and Billy likes that he says his thoughts and is willing to be openly unhappy, that he doesn't have to hide things. Grumpy likes re-introducing him to 'regular' life and Billy is so excited by the world, I think that makes Grumpy feel excited himself, which is kind of a big deal for him! I think Billy likes Grumpy a lot because he was the first one he saw when he woke up so its a special feeling. The first one he saw, and the first one to try and save him, and someone who was honest with him about what had happened and what he [Billy] had done during the riots. It's a completely different reality than what he had been living in just weeks prior and…. :D theyre not super similar and I think that's a fun dynamic also!

Rook and Prowl:

I created a fanfiction story called "For The Want of a Smoothie" that has interaction with these two. Like any start of a crossover there distressful of each other and don't get along. But eventually they come to be great friends. Both TFA Prowl and Rook Blonko are athletic, agile, ninja like warriors. TFA Prowl is also a huge fan of cats and feline which Rook closely resembles.

[imo-chan-imagines]

congratulations on hitting 500! may i request number 5 and 13 with nanami? (maybe 30 too? if it’s not too much!) thank you ❤️

Nanami + Losing Virginity + Size Kink + Aftercare | Jujutsu Kaisen Drabble

Nanami × virgin!fem!reader

Prompt 5: 🍒 LOSING VIRGINITY 🍒

Prompt 13: 🪐 SIZE KINK 🪐

Prompt 30: 💛 AFTERCARE 💛

Warnings: 18+, smutty goodness, losing virginity, size kink, aftercare, big fat cock 🥴, soft sex, Nanami being a seggsy sweetheart and helping you take him I'm quivering omg, a dash of praise kink, creampie 🍰, fluff with the aftercare 🥺, request, 500 followers event, drabble

A/N: Thank you so much @awhnanami!! You absolutely can! Also, if size kink is your style, maybe check out my Nanami drabble Inches and its sequel, Reward? Okay, ta! Hope you like it! ~♡

• EVENT CLOSED •

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

"That's it, baby. Relax. Loosen up for me." The honeyed growl of Nanami's voice has a strange affect on you, sending your insides fluttering.

Your walls relax, just like he asks, and you get wetter, creaming more of your juices around just the first few inches of his thick cock. It's all you can take, all you can manage, as he rubs circles into the softness of your thighs, spreading you wider in front of him.

The sight of your body, so small and delicate, beneath him, and your little virgin pussy struggling to take only a little more than just his tip, has him reeling. He's so hard, the throbbing is almost painful.

"K-Kento..." you mewl, the stretch burning through your core as you feel him sink a little deeper. "S'too much. I-I can't..."

His hand comes up and cups your face, so large it's almost covering it entirely as the veins and tendons flex.

"Shh, I know it's a lot," he hushes. He takes your hand in his and kisses it slowly. "I'm too big for your first time. I know that. I'm sorry – we can stop."

You heart twinges. "N-No!" You roll your hips, the thickness of his cock pressing against your sweet spot. "I... I wanna keep going."

It hurts – him being inside you. A dull ache that occasionally stings if he moves too much. But there's something about it... it feels good. You love the feeling of him inside you, warm and thick and hard, how small and defenceless he makes you feel as he pins you to the mattress beneath the weight of his body.

You could easily get addicted to it.

"If you're sure..." he says, running his thumb over your bottom lip. "I'll try to be gentle, okay?"

"Okay."

It's a little painful as he eases his way inside you, but he's true to his word. He's gentle. Gentler than you thought possible for a man his size. And the deeper he gets, the fuller you feel, and the fuller you feel, the more you loosen around him, your arousal coating his cock as he splits you in two.

Soon, he feels that you're loose enough for him to start thrusting. Slowly. Shallowly. Barely moving at all, because he doesn't want to hurt you, and settling into a rhythm.

"A-Ah...fuck," he curses under his breath, his ragged breaths mixing with the sounds of his cock fucking into the wetness of your hole.

He bites his lip, his forearms flexing as he fights the soft, velevty tightness of your pussy, only making you clench and flutter around him harder as a shiver flits up your body.

The sight of your pleasure-filled bod, limp and quivering beneath him makes him what to kiss you, hold you closer, protect you forever. And the way your little hole spreads around his girth, taking him so prettily and so well for your first time, has his desperately fighting off his climax.

Nanami leans down, angling your chin upwards, and kisses you, sucking on your tongue as he massages little circles around your puffy, little clit. You shudder into his mouth, your breath hitching in your throat as the tension builds in waves through your body.

"That's it, baby. So fucking good," he breathes between kisses, his thrusts deepening. "You're close, aren't you?"

You nod, your hips rolling into the thrust of his hips and the swirl of his fingers.

"You've been so good, taking my cock so well. So I'm going to make you cum."

A whimper slips past your lips as his fingers press delicious circles into your clit in time with his thrusts. Your head spins as your body tenses up, crying out as you feel something inside you snap, the pleasure rushing through you like a torrent.

Nanami holds you close, kissing your neck as you cum around his cock. He grunts and groans for several more thrusts, fighting the tightness of your clenching cunt, before spilling out inside you with an uneven moan that sounds too soft to belong to him.

It's a long time before either of you get up.

"Are you certain you're all right?" Nanami's voice echoes oddly against the tiles in the bathroom as he collects two towels, one damp and one dry.

"Yeah, I'm sure," you smile, fighting a happy giggle.

Nanami steps out of the bathroom and frowns at you sympathetically.

"I really didn't mean to go so...deep. You don't have to hide it if I hurt you," he says flatly, refusing to look down as his face flushes a dusty pink.

You sigh with a smile. "Well...I mean, it does kind of ache," you say hesitantly, rubbing your thighs together.

Nanami pads over in his bare feet, his trousers open and loose around his hips, and perches next to you on the side of the bed.

"Ah...I knew it," he mumbles quietly, slowly wiping the warm, damp towel between your legs. "I'm so sorry."

"No, it's okay," you say, latching onto his chest and leaning into him. "I told you to keep going. And...sure, it aches. But...it felt good. It still does. The feeling of you being inside me was...indescribable - in a good way."

Nanami thumbs your shoulder, planting a kiss on the top of your head. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

You lay like that for a while, breathing deeply in each other's arms, enjoying the heat of each other's bodies, and the sound of each other's heartbeats, until Nanami shifts, pulling you deeper onto his chest.

"I'll run your bath," he mumbles, stroking his hand soothingly up and down your back.

"In a minute," you hum into his chest. "Stay a bit longer."

"Alright, darling..." The drowsiness of sleep is tugging at his eyelids, a faint smile gracing the corners of his lips. "Five more minutes."

© imo-chan-imagines 2021

[peachyloveswriting]

Into Eternity

Chapter 3

Summary: Being babysat by a murderer is different than you'd expect, but having him come around more often may or may not give way into an attachment.

Word count: around 3k

Content: detoxing from drugs, drug addiction.

Note: it'll be a bit till the next chapter, it's still being edited by my editor. Will post as soon as I'm able to. Until then, enjoy, and leave a comment while you're at it.

Tagged: @ceshacat @irishbelle34 @scarlet2007

You woke to the sound of humming from your kitchen, and the smell of cooking food. With a groan you grasped your throbbing head. The pain was so immense that you began to cry.

When you composed yourself well enough to peer at who your intruder was you were taken aback by the sight.

Tossed over the back of your couch was the very tan jacket that Red Hood always wore, and when you looked into the kitchen you were met with the sight of that very man, cooking.

A little more than shocked you stared in awe at the muscles that rippled across his back as he moved around. Who knew spandex was that see through?

Finally you muster up the will to speak. "Why are you in my kitchen?"

When he peeked over his shoulder at you, his mask was still on. Not very surprising, but you didn't know what you expected.

"I'm making sure someone takes care of your hangover." He muses.

Very funny considering how many hangovers you'd gotten through without his help.

Slowly, you get to your feet and shuffle your way into the kitchen.

Red Hood looks over occasionally at what you're doing but stays quiet. You appreciate it, with that hammer chipping away inside your skull beginning to rage.

"Ahw, god." You murmur under your breath as you pop open a bottle of Tylenol.

Chasing the pill with water you place the glass back down on the counter only to realize how clean your apartment looks. Furrowing your brows you look back over at the living room, surprise evident on your face making Red Hood smile.

"Yup, I cleaned up for you while you slept. You owe me." He says as he reaches up into the cabinets and takes down a plate.

"I don't owe you, this is an invasion of privacy!" You exclaimed as you gestured to all that he's done.

Setting the two plates side by side, he mocks a pout. "C'mon, I practically broke my back cleaning this place, not to mention I'm cooking for you, I brought you medicine, and let's not forget I saved your life."

He had done a lot for you without question, but you didn't know why. So you just had to ask.

"Okay, but why?"

He paused in his movements before filling the plates with scrambled eggs, ham, and cheese. It had your mouth watering just looking at it. It's been awhile since you ate food.

"Why should I tell you?" He remarks, a brow raised and that smirk right back on his face. You glare at him before he extends his arm out to you, your plate in hand.

You stare at the plate, the thought of him poisoning it only just now occurring to you.

You squint your eyes at the plate and lift a finger pointing at it. "You… didn't poison that, right?" You drawl.

He shakes his head. "No."

Looking from the plate and back, you hesitantly took it from his grasp. He smiles, "Good job, that's called trust." He shoots you a wink with his hands in finger guns pointed at you.

Turning and opening the utensils drawer, you find yourself rolling your eyes.

"And that's what I call patronizing me." You pause and face him after taking out a fork.

"I can care for myself, I don't understand why after a whole week of the drugs, alcohol, and the hangovers, that you suddenly have to butt your head in."

His face falls, his lips pressed into a thin line. With his free hand he motions for you to step aside, you do just that. He steps forward, grabbing a utensil from the drawer as well. At first he was quiet, as if in thought but then he abruptly placed his plate and fork into one hand and shoved you towards the living room. You shouted in turn.

"Watch it, you're gonna make me drop my plate you dick!" You fuss. Stepping from behind you he rushes past you to jump onto the couch.

Frustrated, you huff. He was like a man child, one you didn't want in your life.

The whole time you were eating, trying to relax, he was mowing down beside you. Being as obnoxious as possible.

"If you're going to eat in my apartment, can you please, stop smacking?" You whined.

He looked over at you, his fork still in his mouth.

"What's that?"

Cue you throwing your head back and groaning.

"First you give me something I didn't ask for, you break into my apartment, butt your head into my life where I didn't want you, yell at me like you have involvement, and then you invade my personal privacy by babying me, and now your eating on my couch without respect for yourself or me." You pause, lowering your head and taking a deep breath.

"I never wanted you here." Your eyes locked onto his. He seemed shocked. He should've expected you to react that way, after all that had happened.

After that, he stopped. He ate like a person with respect, he didn't speak and by the end of it he left without another word and even washed your's and his plates.

You were internally thankful for what he had done but he had done too much. You wanted space to yourself, he didn't know you, you didn't know him, hell, he even tried to murder you almost a month prior to just showing up.

You didn't bother to move from the couch for a while after he left, it wasn't until you stood and turned to retreat to your bed with your blanket over your shoulder that you realized he'd left his jacket.

Placed gently in the pocket of the tan fabric was a slip of paper. Curious, you placed your blanket back on the couch and made your way over to it.

You don't know what compelled you to check the paper or even consider reading it, maybe you hoped that you would have some hint as to why he took interest in you, but instead you found something else.

The note read:

"Hey, it's The Hood, obviously. When I came back last night to straighten up, I noticed that you had an eviction notice on your front door. So, I paid your rent. In the meantime I'll be watching over you, to make sure you don't do anything stupid.

If you haven't noticed already I left my jacket just in case you needed something that actually kept you warm when you went out.

;) ~ You're Red Savior"

Taking the note you fold it carefully, and lift up the jacket. It's heavier in your hands than you thought it would be, but you drape it over your arm and grab your blanket to make your way back to your room.

Tossing the blanket on the bed you drape the jacket over the back of your rolling chair that sits in front of a desk. You never used it anyway.

Taking the note you tuck it away in your bedside table.

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For the rest of the day you lounged around. Hours went by and you shuddered and shook, everything physically hurt. When the sun went down a sickness overcame you and you began to sweat. The heat was too much.

Jumping up from the couch and rushing to the toilet, you made it just in time to puke out your insides. The wretched feeling tugged at your insides, making you even more sick. It burned.

You knew what you needed, the only thing to make the pain go away. Finally able to move from the toilet, you began your crawl through your apartment and towards your bag.

But before you could even reach your hallway, you were abruptly halted by a boot directly in front of your face.

With a gasp you pushed yourself onto your back, scrambling away.

"Minimalistic much." Red hood muses as he observes your bathroom. With a grimace, you grasp your head, a sharp pain making you immobile.

He turns his head to you. "oh wow, you look bad." Letting a groan of pain slip through your lips, you fully collapse into your back. You're weak, feeling hot and cold at the same time as your eyes begin to blur.

Red Hood steps over you, leaning down and tapping your face. Unresponsive to his touch he sighs.

"Don't die." He grunts as he slips an arm under your back and knees.

Carefully he carries you to your bed and leaves the room, as he comes back through he grabs your bag. Peering into it he spots the different paraphernalia and grimaces.

"I'll be taking this."

It's safe to say that when you woke up the next morning, you could no longer find your drugs. panicked, you began to grow anxious. The anxiety eventually turned to paranoia.

You searched the apartment up, down, left, and right for the fix but you came up empty handed every time. Soon you began to sweat excessively, it felt so hot that it was cold. The shivers would rock your body and chatter your jaw.

Leaned over the couch, searching, you were struck by saliva pouring into your mouth. Your stomach lurches and your throat begins to burn. Knowing this feeling you rush for the toilet, you could only make it as far as the sink.

The moment you stopped heaving into the sink, you wobbled, your body felt weightless for a moment. You passed out again only to be woken up by Red Hood a few inches from your face.

Startled, you reached out punching him where his nose should have been but instead you grasped your hand in pain and cried.

"Yeah that happens a lot, you're not the first."

Looking up at him with tears in your eyes he stands. "You need to eat," - he turns towards your door - "you also need to drink."

As he steps out of your room you call out after him. "Get out!" Tossing the blanket off of yourself and swinging your legs off the bed, you moved to stand. Appearing back in front of you, Red Hood sat you properly back on the bed.

Resting a glass of water on your bedside table he shakes his head.

"You shouldn't stand, you're weak."

You narrow your eyes. "And you shouldn't be here."

He settles on the rolling office chair at your desk, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well I'm here now, aren't I?"

You clench your jaw in anger. "Stop treating me like I can't care for myself. You don't even know me."

His head is unmoving, that helmet just staring into your soul.

At first you thought you might have finally pulled the right string but then he stood.

"I'll bring snacks tomorrow."

With that he left, leaving you alone and by yourself. Your throat began to grow tight as you laid back down, it grew hard to breathe and the only thing you knew were the pills. Seeing as there was none around you spilled over your bed reaching out for the water on the nightstand.

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For hours after you wouldn't leave the bed, even though you had multiple fans on you - you just couldn't cool down. Not to mention the fact that everything hurts.

If you were going to get a hit off of something you were going to have to wait until you could function instead of being stuck in bed all damn day.

But that hope never came, no matter what you just couldn't make yourself budge, it was only when you started to feel sick again that you tried to scramble out of bed.

The sheet wrapped its way around your legs sending you face first to the floor, harshly you kicked your legs but the sheet would not come loose.

Sliding your way onto the floor completely and undoing the sheet you scrambled for the bathroom.

As you rounded the corner of your doorframe into the hallway, you slammed your pinky toe into the corner. Letting out a yelp of pain you grasped your foot, hopping around on one leg before the second wave of sickness hit you.

Abandoning your poor toe you went for the bathroom again, the moment you hit the tile floor your feet caught on one of your dirty shirts sending you tumbling to the ground again.

This time you caught yourself but not in time. As soon as your palms touched down, that burn filled your throat and you threw up.

Once your insides decided they were empty you fell back onto your butt, with your knees to your chest.

If it hadn't been for Red Hood then you wouldn't be having this issue, you thought.

For the next hour you deep cleaned your bathroom floor, not stopping until the smell of bleach was so strong you started to feel lightheaded.

You made yourself comfortable in the living room watching TV, the ads and game shows were about the only thing that numbs your mind without the pills.

In and out of sleep, your surroundings were just non-existent. All you could hear was the TV, not even the fan running in the background.

Then. "Wow, you sleep a lot."

Almost jumping out of your skin and twisting yourself to see Red Hood you again reached out, punching the bright red helmet.

"Fucking…fuck." You grasp your hand, clenching your eyes shut as you rock back and forth hissing through your teeth.

"Does it really hurt that bad?"

Seeing as he leaned over the back of the couch, his hands were available for you to grab. Grasping his hand you squeezed as hard as you could, the anger bubbling inside you.

The moment you made contact he roughly pulled your hand away by your wrist, his hold was tight but not tight enough to bruise.

"If you didn't do drugs that probably would have actually hurt me." He deadpans, dropping your hand in your lap.

"Maybe if you never interfered to begin with I would still have a mom."

Red hood stands straight, his hand resting over his heart as he makes a sound mocking offense.

"Ooh burn," suddenly he leans forward again, his finger pointing at you accusingly. "You're not going to start blaming me for something I had no part in."

"Excuse me mister 'it is my business' but I think you said otherwise."

Moving away from you and towards the fire escape window he speaks.

"I left some small snacks on the counter. Eat before you starve yourself."

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Two nights went by, since then you'd eaten some of the snacks. Your energy was back but you still felt bad. You needed something more sustainable other than sweets, so you decided to venture to the closest gas station.

When you got there the fluorescent lights above the gas pumps lit up the parking lot, sluggishly you pulled yourself from your car and made it into the store.

You were lucky enough to find small ramen packets and some slim Jim's but it wasn't enough. You'd deal with it for now, going out of your comfort zone just for food wasn't worth it.

Sadly, you had no money on you, cash nor card. So instead you stuffed it in the secret inside pockets of the jacket Red Hood had left for you.

Making your way back to the front you played it cool, nervous that the cashier was even eyeing you.

"D'you not find what you need?" She asked.

You turned with a small smile. "No, sadly not but it's okay, I'll live without it."

She smiled and nodded. "Okay have a nice day."

"You too."

Hurrying from the store and back to your car, you shakily grabbed the door handle. Adrenaline through the roof as you sat down and took a breath.

Even gripping the steering wheel didn't stop you from shaking.

You continued to make your way home, the whole way creeping just below the speed limit because you were scared out of your mind.

Pulling into the alley beside your apartment, the headlights illuminated a motorcycle in the farthest corner. No one here owned one as far as you knew. Pushing away the thought, you gathered your items, stepping from the car and mindlessly walking up the stairs you reached to open the door.

Before your hand touches the knob it opens to reveal Red Hood standing on the other side.

"Welcome home." He cheers, gesturing for you to enter.

Without saying anything you walk in, eyeing him as you do. As you walk to the counter you can hear the door shut behind you and Red Hood's footsteps approaching.

You try to ignore him in hopes that he'll leave but he's persistent.

"So are we going to talk about you stealing that?" He points his finger at the item you got from the store and crosses his arms. Turning to face him you furrow your brows.

"You knew?!"

He chuckles. "Chill, of course I knew."

"So you're not going to like, arrest me or something?"

"I don't have to, you're already suffering enough."

Unzipping the jacket and tossing it onto the couch you groan. "And who's fault is that?"

"Your own."

Turning to face him, angry, you wave him off. "Enough of that bullshit, how did you know?"

He wasn't there, not that you were looking for him in particular or even paying attention to that. But it's kinda creepy to think he was watching you without your knowledge.

Red Hood follows you around the couch, still standing with his arms crossed.

"Surprised you've never noticed." He shrugs as he walks past you, sitting on the opposite end of the couch.

"Noticed what?" You look at him.

"Me doing research."

You furrow your brows. "Research?

He chuckles.

"You'll figure out what that means eventually."

Annoyed, you pull your phone from your pocket. "Leave or I'll call the cops."

Turning his head towards you he aggressively grasps your wrist, surprised you reach to pull his hand away but his other hand grabs it. Standing he raises his knee, knocking your phone from your hand. The moment it's out of your grasp he releases your hands and snatches the phone before it hits the ground.

"I think you'll find that to be a bad idea. Even if you did call I'd be long gone before they got here."

You stand abruptly. "Why won't you just leave me alone?!"

He tossed your phone behind him with a sigh. "I have my reasons. And I'll keep coming around until you get better."

"Get better? I'm getting worse!" You point at him. "And it's because of you."

He shakes his head. "You need to stop blaming all your issues on me."

"Well I'm doing so rightfully." You know you're not.

"Also it's getting worse before it ever gets better." You know that too.

"Leave." Don't.

"If that's what you want so bad." No, please stay.

From where you stood you watched him leave, silent as a mouse the whole time.

Once he was gone you grabbed your phone from the floor tossing it into the couch cushions and made your way to your room.

You knew that he was just trying to help, you wanted that help, you needed it more than you wanted it. But part of you didn't want to accept that. In the end you only left yourself feeling guilty and mad. He was the only other person who could have saved you from yourself but you just couldn't admit it.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Toby - Songbird

It’s been a while since I’ve written something darker, huh? Just been in a funk lately and wanted to get this out

Content Warnings: 16+ (GN reader as always), Yandere, Unhealthy relationships, Obsessive behavior, Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Punishment/Torture, Depictions of violence, Sadism, Grinding (but no sex, just a warning), Toby just gets really ‘excited’ over violence

Toby had always been so warm.

His smile projected vibrancy and love, his eyes shone brightly as if they were made up of crystals, and he always had a deep, comforting warmth to his presence. It was what had drawn you into him at first when you'd bumped into him that day at a park. He had drawn you in with his charm, and he'd been drawn in by your acceptance. He'd explained it had always been hard to make friends with his severely slow speech and occasional stutters, for his tics that would flow through his body, but you'd never cared. You hadn't cared, but maybe you should have.

For someone so warm, it was horrifying how cold he could become.

You didn't know when it had started, but at some point, Toby had started spending a lot more time with you. Accompanying you almost everywhere, or 'bumping into you' on accident in public spaces. You hadn't thought much at the time, but perhaps it had been your first warning. It was how fast things had changed that was so jarring to you. One day, the two of you were eating ice cream and laughing at cheesy jokes. The next, you were chained up in his house with bruises along your body and fear blazing within you. For someone so warm, his eyes had looked absolutely frozen that day, peering down at you in anger.

"Hey... Please stop crying... Show- Show me... That smile I love... So much." It had taken him even longer than normal to get the words out, his body trembling in anger at your disappointment, your fear, your protest.

"Toby, just let me go, please! Let me go home! I'll give you whatever you want, just let me go! I won't tell anyone!" You'd screamed in protest, sobs wracking your body as you struggled against the chains. Your loud voice had him shaking even more, tears running down his own face as he fell to the floor in front of you.

"Please... D-don't scream... At me like that- y-you know how... How much it hurts me..." The enunciation placed upon 'hurts', the raw emotion he had put into it had you feeling sick. As if you weren't hurting right now, with injuries all over you, and chains much too tight digging into you.

Toby tended to run hot and cold, and that was something you'd learn fast.

There were two sides to him, two opposites. On one hand, he could be so absolutely tender with you. Running his hands softly through your hair and shushing you gently, smoothing his fingers over your injuries and caring for them, pressing tender kisses across your flesh. He could be so loving, so absolutely caring and tender. Perhaps that was why his other side was so terrifying, so absolutely horrendous to deal with. Because, when he wasn't caring, he was-

"I-I'm doing... This for YOU! Why a-a-are you... Trying to stop me?!" He'd screamed at you as he dragged you across the ground. You flailed around, kicking your legs about and crying as you tried to escape his grasp.

"I just want to go home!!" You'd choked out, voice strained and breaking from how much you'd been yelling, how often you'd been crying.

"You are home!" He'd yelled back. He'd finally gotten you inside the house, throwing you in and locking the door behind him. He'd been on you in a second, pinning you down with his full weight.

"This... Hurts me more... Than it hurts you... But if I can't... Trust you.." He'd heaved out, shifting himself to be sitting on your stomach as he grasped at your feet. It had been unfortunate in your case, the fact that he'd had so many tools laying about the kitchen at that time.

You hadn't even realized what had happened until the pain registered in your mind. Your right ankle throbbed incessantly, and you'd thrown your head back with an earsplitting wail without even realizing it. He'd taken the sledgehammer again, and repositioned himself, swinging it down upon your left ankle this time. He'd rose off of you, letting you lay there to sob and scream as you curled in on yourself, clutching at your legs.

"How pitiful... Those cries are." He'd said after a moment. The look he gave you had the breath you'd been choking on freeze in your throat. Such cruelty, such violence, such hatred- you'd never seen such a shiveringly cold gaze. "My... Poor little Songbird..." He'd cooed at you, arms crossed and a haughty huff leaving his chest.

When Toby wasn't kind, he was inexplicably cruel. Really, it was usually up to you to flip the coin and find out which side you were going to get. Eventually, he'd moved you out of the basement, and into a newly renovated room in his little shack in the woods. It was small, with nothing more than a bed and a dresser, but that wasn't what had caught your eyes. No, it was the metal. The golden metal curving around the walls, across the window, across the door to the room.

It was a gilded birdcage.

"A perfect little cage... For my perfect little Songbird..." He'd cooed to you excitedly, nuzzling into you, begging for affection and attention, so absolutely proud of himself and what he'd had done to the room. You wanted to vomit.

It was common for the two of you to spend most of your time in there. He'd curl up with you on the bed, trying to get all of your attention and rambling about anything and everything, and you just tried to not lose yourself to the insanity slowly settling into your mind.

"Hey... Kiss me..." It wasn't a question, and so you'd pressed a kiss to his cheek, and his eyes screamed out at you to keep going, so you'd pressed small, chaste kisses across his face, ending with one on his lips. His eyes grew lidded as he leaned into you, pressing his lips to yours again and again and again.

You'd tried to pull back, and in hindsight that had been a bad decision, but at the moment you'd just felt too overwhelmed, felt a strong need for space, but with Toby space didn't exist.

"Hey... Did I say... You could stop?" The darkness to his voice and the emptiness in his eyes did little to calm you, and you struggled to push out an answer, but he hadn't given you the chance.

"I'm the one in charge... I tell you what you can and can't do..." He'd maneuvered himself on top of you, pinning you to the mattress, licking his lips as a sickening giggle left his throat.

"Should I... Punish you?" Before you could grasp onto his words, he was already at work. His teeth had gnawed into the skin of your shoulder, piercing in firm and painful, allowing blood to flow out of the wound, and next was a spot on the nape of your neck before he'd pulled back.

You gazed up at him through the tears cascading down your face, chest heaving, and he'd pulled up one of your arms, pressing a soft kiss to the tender skin of your wrist and closing his eyes in peace. Then, he'd reopened his eyes, and just as they'd met yours, he'd bitten down, tearing open the skin of your arm. The look upon his face was much too sensual for the acts of violence he'd been committing, and as he licked at your wounds, you couldn't help but wince and gasp at the sting.

"That's right... Sing for me... My pretty little Songbird..." He'd leaned back down to your ear, and pressed a kiss to it, before whispering in a dangerously psychotic tone, "Remember, Songbird... You're useless without me... My poor pet can't... Take care of themselves... I take good care of you, so... Stop disobeying me." Fear had overtaken your form, and you shuddered beneath him.

He'd giggled giddily as he pulled back and gazed down at you, blood smeared across his lips and teeth, an emotion so disgustingly sickening that you hated to call 'love' shining within his eyes. He'd tenderly stroked his thumb across your lips, and you gazed up at him. Small. Docile. With the amount of blood you were already losing, any more punishments could be dangerous. Not dangerous enough to kill you, no, he'd never allow that. Just dangerous enough to greatly increase suffering.

"Your pain... Always gets me so... Hot inside..." He'd giggled again, pushing his hips against you, and he'd leaned down to capture your lips in another forceful kiss.

"Disobey me... Again," he'd started between kisses, "And maybe... I'll bite... Your lips off... Mmm, that would be... Good... Although, I guess I'd miss... Kissing you like this..." He slotted his hips against you again, and as you grasped at his hair in shock he'd whined against you, whispering words of encouragement through his giggles of excitement.

"Yes... Grab onto me... Yank at me... God, just touch me..." He'd moaned out as he continued to grind into you, lapping at the drying blood on your skin and whining like it was the best thing he'd ever experienced.

It was scary. How fast he could change between dominating you and begging you to dominate him. But, of course-

"Keep touching me... Or maybe I'll take away... Your arms, too..." His face was flushed red, eyes dilating at the thought, and he'd groaned as you shivered against him in fear.

It was all just a game to him, a game of domination and control, a game you weren't sure you'd ever win. After all, by the end of that night, you'd had five more bites pierced through your flesh, edging him on. After all, there was no more intoxicating combination in his opinion than the sound of your crying and pain being inflicted upon you, your blood shining so brightly across your skin.

You were helpless against him. He greatly overpowered you in strength, and with your legs damaged beyond repair and your body chained to the cage you were locked within, there was no way out. You were stuck here, as a plaything, a toy, a source for pain and torture. A way for him to seek companionship, to seek pleasure.

His precious little Songbird.

[crappycamille]

On Stand-By (bakugou x reader)

minors DNI

warnings: 18+, voyeurism/exhibitionism, somnophilia-ish (not really), unprotected sex, masterbation

Bakugou couldn't have been dreading a mission more. Why the hell did his agency have to put him, of all people, on this task. Okay fine- he knew that he was the one most fit for the mission but still. This was a pain in the ass.

The Commission was having trouble with a smaller gang of criminals. The mission was for him to wait on stand-by in a small apartment adjacent to the building where the gang's hideout was. Nothing Bakugou couldn't handle on his own, but still, the Commission had to put you on the job too. It wasn't that Bakugou didn't like you, in fact, it was quite the opposite. He always had a hard time controlling himself whenever you were around.

How the hell was he supposed to control himself when you always strolled into his agency in that skin-tight hero suit of yours? When you would come in and shamelessly flirt with his friends. He would see your fights on the news, but he couldn't even focus because with every kick your ass jiggled in such a delicious way. And when that bubbly butt came strolling into his office it took everything in his power to not take you right on his desk.

His pants tightened at the thought of you fucked dumb underneath him. Imagining what your pretty face would look like contorted into a fucked out expression. He wanted to ruin you. However, Bakugou needed to keep it professional. The Commission would often pair the two of you together since you were one of the few people who could keep up with him in combat and agility. Another reason why Bakugou sought after you. So when he heard he would have to be stuck in an apartment with you all day for two weeks he couldn't help but complain.

To make matters worse, when he showed up at the apartment there was only one bedroom. The couch was way too small for either of you to sleep comfortably. So, the two of you had to sleep in the same bed. His assistant sure got an ear full.

The first couple of days weren't bad. The two of you tried to spend the time as far away from each other as possible within the small studio apartment. Aside from simple greetings, neither of you talked to each other very often. Either one of you getting out of the shared bed as soon as you woke up to wordlessly make breakfast. You knew Bakugou well, so if keeping your distance would keep him in a decent mood for longer... the better for you both.

The instructions were to not leave the apartment by any means. The two of you were just supposed to wait for the call. And all Bakugou could do was hope that it was sooner than later.

Everything seemed to be going fine... that is until Bakugou woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of your slutty little fingers deep in your cunt. He couldn't believe his ears. Were you really masturbating with him right next to you?

You were almost too quiet to hear... almost.

You weren't making much noise aside from your labored breathing and the occasional whispered mewl. What gave you away was the not-so-quiet sound of your pussy. It was clear that you were drenched. Bakugou had to do everything in his power to not groan out as he imagined how wet you were.

He was painfully erect, but he didn't dare move a muscle in fear that you would figure out he was awake. He relished in the sounds of your cunt, wishing he could see it for himself.

He listened to you finish and quickly scurry over to the bathroom before falling back asleep. All while leaving him with a painful hard-on for the rest of the night. You were making this so difficult for him.

You went on during the day regularly, clearly unaware you had been caught. But each night the same thing happened. Bakugou would wake up to the sound of you. Some nights were quick and others you took your time to tease yourself. All while he would quietly palm himself to gain some relief. All of it was driving him crazy.

But then. Then... he heard it. Clear as day... His name.

"B-Bakugou" the sound came out as a breathy moan. It was a lot less subtle and quiet than you had intended it to be. Too lost in pleasure to realize the blond next to you heard you cry out for him. A sound that shot straight to his cock. A sound that made him feral.

He snapped.

In one swift motion, he pushed himself on top of you. A hand coming to grab the hand you had been teasing yourself with to keep it in place. A way of showing you he knew what you were doing.

Your eyes shot open wide in surprise, fear written all over your face as his predatory vermillion eyes glared down at you.

"B-B-Bakugou! It's not what it looks-"

"It's not what?" His voice deep and rasped. "It's not me catching you knuckles deep in your pussy being a fucking pervert?" Your pussy fluttered at his crude words. Taking your wrist into his large hand he brought your fingers, soaked in your essence, up to his mouth to suck on them. Groaning out at finally being able to taste you.

"It's not me catching you moan my name while you get yourself off while I was 'sleeping' next to you? Hm? Fucking slut. I bet you wanted to be caught."

"N-No I-"

"N-No I-" he mocked, a smirk gracing his face as he watched you squirm with humiliation. "Quit acting like you haven't been doing this all week." Your eyes widened at the realization he had heard you the entire time.

He began to rut against your clothed crotch, needing to alleviate the ache of his cock. Your hips matching his pace. Grinding against him with need. "What's the matter?" he said with a mocking pout. "Didn't think I'd notice?"

But Bakugou did fail to notice. He failed to notice that you felt the same way about him as he did you. He failed to notice when you would come to his agency more often than what was needed, just to see him. That you went out of your way to impress him on missions. That you would go out of your way to look good for him. That you would often stare for far longer than you were supposed to.

Being in such close quarters with him caused so much tension to well-up in you. You knew it was wrong. You hadn't intended to get caught, you just needed a way to relieve yourself. But in all honesty the thrill of getting off right next to the man you yearn for added to the pleasure. And being in the same bed as the handsome blond with his broad, sculpted back facing you made your lewd imagination run wild.

Your mind was brought back to the present as you felt your shorts being pulled down your legs. Before you could even react, Bakugou's strong hands pried your knees apart to reveal your sopping cunt to his hungry eyes.

He had waited so long for this.

"Bakugou wait-" He cut you off with a sharp slap to your inner thigh.

"It's Katsuki to you. Wanna hear you say my name. Got it." He said as he pressed a lasting kiss to your clit. The act was so gentle it seemed almost uncharacteristic. You couldn't help but nod senselessly, not entirely sure what you were agreeing to.

Before you knew it, the "gentle Katsuki" was gone. Two fingers slid into your slick entrance and began to rapidly pump against your velvet walls.

You immediately clamped down around his fingers due to the sudden intrusion. Your hips trying to get away from the surge of pleasure.

"Ah ah ah. Don't run away." A sadistic grin plaster on his face. "Be a good girl and take it."

"Oh fuck!" a strangled moan released from your lips. "It's too much!"

"Too much?" he said with a mocking laugh. "How the hell do you expected to take my cock if you can't take my fingers, hah?" In reality, Bakugou knew he was torturing you. Giving you no time to even think. Confusing you with going between being gentle and rough within a matter of seconds.

He wanted you to suffer, at least a little. After a week of making him suffer. Making him fight against himself for wanting to hold back. But most of all he was just enjoying seeing you squirm. As much as he imagined you in a state of pleasure, you far exceeded his expectations.

Your eyes half-lidded, struggling to keep them open as your eyes roll back. Eyebrows knitted together. Drool spilling at the corner of you of your gaping mouth that's moaning out his name just like he asked more like commanded. Fuck, you were so sexy.

You had already been teasing yourself. Edging yourself closer and closer to an orgasm, so you were already so close. The pressure building was like no other.

"So close! So close! I'm gonna cum, Katsuki." As much as Bakugou wanted to deny you relief, much like you unintentionally did to him, he couldn't bear to hold back any longer. He wanted to see you come fully undone. He brought his face down to lap and suck on your clit. Pushing you further over the edge.

"Do it. Cum all over me." The pressure snapped inside you. Breaking like a dam. You squirted all over. All over his face, his hands, and the bed.

"Holy shit!" He groaned; his hands never stopping. Working you to elongate your climax. Your hips bucking up to meet the thrust of his hands. His own hips bucking against the bed.

He swears he could cream just from the sight of you squirting like that.

Your hands curl into his hair to pull him into a needy kiss. Your slick dribbling down Bakugou's chin. He can feel your clit steadily throbbing from the overstimulation.

"Please Katsuki. I need it." You whine. "Need to feel you."

Bakugou couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't tease you for a second more. He was so hard it hurt.

"I know you do baby. I know. I need it too." He hurriedly releases his cock from the confines of his shorts. Sighing in relief as he rubs himself against your wet folds. Your hands were all over each other. Grabbing and groping at whatever you could. Both of you were so needy.

You've both wanted this for so, so long.

You hiss when you felt the stretch from Bakugou's thick cock. Bakugou wanted nothing more than to pound into you, but he felt as though he was going to cum any second. Your warm, velvety walls already fluttering around him.

"So fucking tight." He said through a groan. "Relax a little, will ya, you're choking me." He said pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Tears prick your eyes as he begins to move. Snapping his hips up to press the tip of his cock to your cervix in a way no one else has.

"Fuck yeah. So good, you're being so good for me." his praises coming out in mumbles as began to get lost in his own pleasure. "Come on, gimme one more. Cum for me like a good little slut."

"Nuh-uh. I can't." You cried out.

"You can and you will." His hand reached around to circle your puffy clit. Throaty grunts leaving Bakugou as your walls fluttered around him. "Shit. That's it, pretty girl. I want you to cum on my cock."

Your nails dug deep into Bakugou, holding on for dear life. "Cum with me Katsuki! Please. Want you to cum inside me!"

Pleasure clouded Bakugou's vision as pushes himself to fuck you through your orgasm, but he's not far after. Hips stuttering before he painted your walls white.

A sigh leaving him when he finally comes back to his senses, slipping out of you with a hiss as the cold air hits him. But holy- if he looked at you for too long he would get hard again. Seeing his cum leak out of you was a like a dream come true.

Maybe being on stand-by wasn't so bad after all.

a/n: thank you for reading. this is my first fic so feedback is welcomed and appreciated

[tumbledfreckles]

Your shirtless JP submission was incredible ❤

What I was going to request is a combination of shirtless James and your current "names" drabble kick. It may kill me, but I'm willing to take the risk if any inspiration strikes you 😉

I hope this is okay! I don't think it quite beats the locker room, but this is what came out!

As moments went, it wasn’t one of her best.

Lily could admit this quite readily from her current position. She could also admit she hadn’t meant to end up here. Mistakes had been made. Consequences must now be worn.

Fuck.

If only it wasn’t so embarrassing.

If only he hadn’t taken off his shirt.

“Evans?”

“I’m fine.” The words were bitten out of her. Automatic. More than a tad defensive.

“You sure? You hit the ground pretty hard.”

“It was nothing. I’m fine.”

“Can I at least help you up?”

Lily blinked one eye open, seeing a shadowed silhouette above her. Her other eye slowly followed, though she squinted and grimaced in pain. The dull ache in the back of her head pounded with much sharper alacrity as she recognised the shape of James above her. As if she needed to. As if she hadn’t already recognised his voice.

“Sure,” she sighed, taking the hand he offered.

His warm calloused fingers clasped around her own as a spark travelled from her head all the way to her fingertips. Or maybe the spark had started in her fingertips? Maybe it had started in his?

Merlin, her head hurt.

James pulled Lily up with ease, catching her around the waist with his other hand to steady her once she was on her feet. She felt her eyes close involuntarily, swaying precariously on the soft grass. Her head pounded, spinning the world in circles, and she cursed her clumsiness for making such poor decisions on her behalf.

A low groan escaped her throat.

“Alright, Evans?” Her hair was brushed back from her face, his thumb stroking gently across her cheek. “That was quite a spill.”

Lily forced herself to open her eyes, but the glare that followed was completely natural. “Peachy.”

“Do you want me to take you to Pomfrey?”

“Definitely not.” Belated embarrassment, as the throbbing ceased just enough to allow other thoughts, other emotions, tinged her cheeks red, and she ducked her gaze.

Holy shit.

And there.

There it was.

Right there, right in front of her, way too close for comfort, way way too close for her to not want to stare, want to touch, want to lick, was the reason for her fall.

Lily couldn’t tear her gaze away. James’ shirtless chest, bare, ripped stomach stared back at her. Smooth, tanned skin shone, the occasional bead of sweat highlighting muscle definition in a way that left her mouth dry. Toned muscles pulled and stretched, a fine dusting of hair trailed down under the waistband of his Quidditch pants.

Look up, Lily.

Her eyes flew back up to James’ face, to find him looking at her strangely. For several awkward, humiliating moments, Lily thought he’d realised she’d been gawking at him, and was about to take the mick something terrible. Then she realised he’d asked her something, probably more than once.

“Sorry, James, what did you say?”

“I asked if you remember what -” James stopped short and frowned. “Wait, what did you just say?”

Lily blinked, a still painful process that required a lot more conscious effort than it should. “I asked what you said?”

He was shaking his head before she even finished speaking, “No, not that.” He stepped a bit closer, squeezing at her hip. The touch startled her. She hadn’t even realised James still held her. A feat that hinted strongly at an emerging concussion, given she’d recently succumbed to the idea that she’d developed a constant awareness of him.

“What?” She wanted to move back, but his grip was insistent.

“You called me James.” His tone was soft, uncertain.

“What? No,” she went to shake her head, but stopped quickly when her vision blurred. “No, I didn’t.”

“You did,” he argued, lips quirking at the ends. “Just how hard did you hit your head?”

“Hard,” she sighed. It was the wrong thing to say, however true. James started to frown, concern taking over his features, and she hastened to put him at ease. It wasn’t his fault. Well, it was, but not in a way she could tell him. “Hardly, it was just a bump. It’s nothing, I’m alright, stop fuss…” her gaze had snagged on those abdominals again, chiseled and just begging to be fondled.

Jesus Christ, he was fit.

“Evans?”

“James, I’m fine.”

He blanched, letting go of her waist this time. He stared at her, and Lily didn’t blame him. Looking back wasn’t an option, looking down is what had gotten her into this mess in the first place, so Lily fixed her gaze just over his shoulder, just past his ear, out toward the lake, instead.

“You did it again.”

Lily huffed. Rolled her eyes. Refused to engage.

“You called me James, again.”

“I have a concussion. It slipped out.” She tried to make herself sound bored. Undisturbed.

But she wasn’t bored.

And she was disturbed.

She’d never called him James.

She’d also never tripped over herself because he’d pulled his shirt off, walking back across the grounds after practise, but that seemed a lesser issue right about now.

James stepped closer, reaching to take her elbow. “Just let me take you to the Hospital Wing.”

“No.” She tried to pull away, but he held tight.

“You’re not yourself.”

“I’m fine.”

“You called me James.”

“I wasn’t thinking straight!”

James let loose a growl. “Well, which is it? Either you’re fine, or you’re not.”

“I, you, well, uh,” Lily gave her own small fit of noise, frustration, confusion, and embarrassment and pain boiling over.

“Evans?”

“I don’t know, alright?”

“Let me-”

“No.”

“Evans, you’re -”

“Stop it! Look, could you just put a bloody shirt on so I can think straight?”

Oops.

James stared at her for a second time. Probably wondering if she’d lost her mind. To be fair, Lily didn’t think he’d be wrong coming to that conclusion. She felt absolutely stark, raving mad.

“Lily.”

He’d never called her that, either. The use of her first name tipped her gaze to his. His thumb helped, then gently traced the edge of her jaw. It softened the blow her ego had incurred, dulled the drilling in her skull. He smiled, a tender, gentle, beautiful thing that felt like a balm.

It made his next words that much more jarring.

“Are you telling me you hit your head because I took my shirt off?”

Turns out nothing will clear your head like a very fit, very shirtless guy realising that you might be attracted to him.

“No.” Lily backpedalled. Hard.

“Is it possible you were distracted by me?” He was enjoying this too much.

“No.”

“Evans.”

“You’ve got it wrong.”

“Evans.”

“That is not what happened.”

“Lily!” Her own name brought her up short again, just like his had him. It sounded so different when he said it. He took advantage of her quiet and continued. “It would be okay, if it was, you know.” James ran a hand through his hair, before reaching out, twisting a lock of her own around his finger. “I’ve done far worse for your attention.”

“I’m aware.” He was so close, her voice lacked its usual bite. “That’s not what this is.”

He was so warm. So practically naked.

“What is it then?” He was practically against her now, her jumper brushing against his skin.

“Concussion.” Her hands came out to push him away, but the moment they landed on his skin, she became mesmerised by the silky feel, the heat that radiated out of him, and couldn’t complete the action.

James’ hands both cradled her head now, soothing and stroking and caring. Lily tried not to wince as his hands ran over the emerging lump at the back of her head, but he saw it anyway. His frown was back as he looked down into her eyes. “I’m taking you to Pomfrey in a minute. And I’m not listening to arguments.”

How was she meant to counterpoint when he was overwhelming her? She nodded dutifully.

He dipped his head, pressing his lips to her forehead in a soft kiss. “I’m sorry for making you fall over,” he murmured.

“You didn’t” Lily tried to refute him, but James wasn’t listening as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Let me make it up to you, then we’ll get you checked out.”

“What -”

Oh.

As far as apologies went, it was a pretty good one. James caught her lips with his, pressing his body against her, angling her head delicately, as if she was this fragile, breakable, precious thing. It was undeniably sweet, with more in that kiss than Lily’s poor, melted, muddled brain could process. The tingles she’d felt in her hand, the ones she’d thought had come from her brain, she knew now they were definitely from him, as they raced through every location where their bodies connected.

James was smiling as he pulled back. “I should take my shirt off more often.”

Lily winced, though she knew her lips curved upwards as well. “Only if there’s a bed, or something soft behind me.” Her eyes widened. “I didn’t mean -”

“I reckon that could probably be arranged,” James chuckled as he put his arm around her. “But let's go get that head checked out, make sure you're not going to change your mind when the world stops spinning.”

Unlikely, Lily thought. But she wasn’t going to ruin a pleasant trip back to the castle, tucked up in James’ arms, by letting him know. If she was lucky, played her cards right, maybe he’d even apologise again on the way.