#too lazy to look up the spelling right now

[absolutelybatty]

Big words from the humanoid version of Nickoldeon gak

[tirelessdynamo]

The only one in the entire Multiverse that can kill Arthurv Auegfort and his personal nemesis ✅️

Just remember everyone:

Brilliant Artificer ✅️

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader 18+

[3.4K] title from ‘too sweet’ by hozier, just a stressed out steve, a willing girlfriend and a lot of filth. written in two hours and not edited in the slightest i’m sorry do not perceive me.

As sour as Steve had looked when he came home from work, he tasted twice as sweet.

He’d called you on his lunch, voice strained and low and you could picture the stitch between his brows, the downturn of his lips as he grumbled to you down Family Videos landline.

Robin was off sick, Keith was in a foul mood, two kids came in and stole a copy of a porno that was sitting behind the desk and the return pile sat at the height of Steve’s waist.

“Can’t wait to come home,” he had sighed down the line, voice rough and mournful and making your thighs squeeze together just right. “Wanna see you so bad, y’know?”

And you did know.

It seemed to take an age before you heard his car pull into the driveway, brakes squeaking slightly because the rent on the apartment came before any repairs to the BMW now. It’s why you’d poured a whisky for him, neat and no ice, no water, just the way Steve liked it. You considered dinner, home cooked and waiting on the kitchen table but something else took hold in your thoughts.

You could order pizza later.

So Steve came in the door with his shoulders slumped and his keys rattling from his fingertips, his green work vest already discarded and probably balled up in the backseat of his car. That frown was there, the one you’d wanted to soothe away all day for him, creasing at his brows, turning down the corners of his soft and pretty lips.

He thawed when he saw you, barefoot and in an old sweater that was too big for you, legs naked and your skin still warm from the shower you’d taken your time in. Steve held out a hand, groaning in delight when you stepped to him, all soft smiles and softer sweater, allowing him to pull you into his chest. His noises were doing things, rough sighs and low moans that made you think with what was between your legs, his purrs vibrating from his chest to yours as he curled his arms around your lower back.

It was easy to return the affection, pushed onto your tiptoes as you carded your hands into the hair at the nape of his neck, the smell of his cologne that you watched him spray that morning barely clinging to his skin. You nosed at his throat anyway, everything about him smelling like home and when Steve let out a low grunt at your adoration, you used one hand to pull at his jaw, bringing his lips to yours.

It was more than an average kiss ‘hello’. In fact, it made his brows shoot upwards and his breath hitch, the arm still around your waist faltering before he caught up with the pace you had set and tucked you in tighter to his body. He let you lead, eyes fluttering shut as he sighed softer than he had all day, letting you steal the noise and keep it for yourself.

Steve fell pliant for you, pretty lips giving in to yours as you kissed him slow, needy, lazy. Your tongue traced the seam of his mouth, teasing, testing, his breath ragged when he opened for you, trying to catch up. You pulled away then, pleased with the rosy cheeks and blown out pupils that stared back at you.

“Go sit down,” you told him, voice soft, quiet. There was a spell cast, not to be broken, not until Steve did too. “I’ll be through in a second.”

If Steve knew what you were up to, he didn’t say. No questions asked, the boy blinked and stumbled into the doorframe before righting himself, heading for the sofa. You’d long switched the television off, the lamp by the armchair dimmed low, the candles you liked to collect all lit and scattered across the coffee table and the fireplace mantle.

You returned with his whisky, the glass glinting amber in the candle light, your smile too coy. Steve raised his brows as you handed him his drink, his gaze too caught on your bare legs. He reached out for you, warm palm travelling up the back of your thigh, wide enough to curl around it and bring you between his knees.

Exactly where you planned to end up.

“What have I done to deserve this, huh?” He asked, whisky on one hand as he leant his chin on the soft of your stomach, eyes wide and dark as he looked up at you.

You scoffed, soft and light, your hands carding through his hair. You pushed it from his forehead, nails scratching at his scalp, beaming when he closed his eyes like he couldn’t help it, lashes fluttering against the tops of his cheeks. “What? Bring you a drink?”

Steve hummed, distracted. “Was thinkin’ more along the lines of deserving you.”

Love sick, that’s what you felt. An awfully sticky thing that glued itself to your heart at his words. You didn’t know what to say, especially not when he was looking at you like that again, all brown sugar eyes, honeyed and soft. So you bent instead, nose bumping his before you stole another kiss, gentler than before, lingering and as sweet as him.

You let him take one sip of his whisky before you dragged his shirt from his body, hair wild as you pulled it over his head, cheeks flushed and eyes surprised.

“What—?”

You didn’t respond, merely dropping to your knees instead and popping the button on his Levi’s. Steve swore, a dirty, throaty sound that made your stomach flip because you knew that he knew where this was going.

“Baby,” he groaned. “Fuck. You don’t have to do that—”

The sound of his zipped caught in the air, the rest of the evening quiet. The closed curtains and the flicker of the candle light made the small living room feel even tinier, a warm bubble where you could hear every little noise Steve made for you. His hand travelled up your forearm, fingers curling at your elbow and squeezing. Steve looked half gone already, lip parted and shiny from your previous kisses and you knew he’d taste like cedar and smoke now.

“What if I wanna?” You told him, pouring, just a little. Because what man could resist a pretty thing like you on your knees, lips soft and begging? You pushed yourself up, leaning into the space between his hips, your mouth skimming along his jawline, tongue licking into the corner of his mouth all sweet. It was barely a kiss, but it was somehow dirtier. “What if I told you I wanna make you feel better? That I’ve been thinking about your cock in my mouth all day?”

Steve groaned, falling into you, head on your shoulder, teeth biting down on the junction of your neck. “Fuck— baby. Baby, y’cant, you can’t just say shit like that.”

You grinned, amusement hidden from him as Steve continued to mouth at your throat, nose nudging down the collar of your sweater so he could kiss more skin. “I can’t?” You asked.

“Gonna make me lose my fuckin’ mind,” he mumbled. He lifted his head then, cheeks pink and eyes looking heavy lidded, pupils black and too big. He looked delirious on you. You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed heavily, tongue licking at his lips. “You really been thinking about that?”

You nodded, making your eyes a little too wide, too innocent, bottom lip tucked between your teeth and it was a cheap shot, an easy target— but fuck, it worked every time. Steve’s hand slid to your ass, lifting your sweater out of his way and squeezing a plump cheek, only your underwear to be found underneath.

“So can I?” You whispered, mouth parted, brushing against his. You shared your breath with him, nose pushed to his warm cheek, hands coasting over his thighs as you prepared to tug down those too tight jeans.

Steve sounded too breathy when he answered but he still played your game, too far gone or not. He was watching your mouth when he spoke, transfixed by the pink gloss there, the way he could see your tongue between them. “Can you what, honey?”

You smirked.

Steve knew what you were asking. He just wanted to hear you say it again.

“Can I suck your cock?”

You heard it then, the hitch in his throat, the too harsh exhale. Steve looked at you like you were everything, like you’d hung each star and you were ever wet dream all at once. Lips pressed together to deal in his moan, his filthy words, he nodded, hair falling into dark eyes. And when he trusted his voice, albeit rougher and lower than before, he spoke.

“Yeah, honey, go ‘head.” He lifted his hips when you tapped them, jeans and boxers shoved down just enough for his cock to spring free, already hard and hitting his stomach. “You’re so— you’re so fucking sweet, y’know that?”

You smiled, all coy, faux shyness as you leaned your cheek onto his thigh, denim and coarse hair against your skin. Steve gasped when you wrapped a small hand around him, fingers barely meeting around his girth and you stroked once, twice. “I am?”

You didn’t give him a chance to answer before your tongue followed, a lazy, wide lick from the base of him to his tip, already dark pink and slick for you. Steve’s hips canted up, head thrown back against the cushions and you adored the way you got to watch his jaw tense, neck straining as he calmed himself down.

“God,” he blew out a breath, eyes trained on the ceiling because if he looked down and saw the way you were kissing a line up his cock, he’d fucking lose it. “Yeah, baby. The sweetest, Jesus Christ.”

You took it easy on him then, easing him into it until his shoulders sagged and his head tipped back up, his pretty face more flushed than ever but Steve watched you as you took him into your mouth, his jaw unhinged as you sucked the tip of him, licking over his head.

His hand found the back of your head, holding but not pushing and he groaned something fierce when you scratched at his bare thighs, nails dragging over the muscle there. “Tha’ s’it,” Steve moaned, unabashed, totally gone. “Keep suckin’ me, honey, yeah— please. Can you take more, huh? Take a little more for me, please, baby.”

You didn’t need to be asked, begging or not, but it certainly made it all that sweeter. Steve’s hand was cupping your jaw, thumb stroking over the corner of your mouth as you widened it, tongue licking out over his cock as you took more of it into your mouth, inch by inch until he was touching the back of your throat. It made the boy go a little wild, gasping and panting, curses mixed in with praise that was filthy enough to make your own toes curl.

“Holy shit, jus’ like that, yeah,” Steve was slurring, words meshed together in a quick mumble, his breathes too heavy for him to care. “You feel me in your throat? You’re so fuckin’ good for me, babe, Christ— yeah, yeah, lemme see your tongue, yeah. Stick it out for me, honey, oh shit—”

You did as asked, pulling back with wet eyes and warm cheeks, your lips shiny from your efforts. You kept a hand around Steve’s cock, slowly pumping him as you stuck your tongue out flat. You knew what he wanted, it was why his cheeks were so pink, the tips of his ears too. Something he found too vulgar to ask for, always scared you’d shy away from it.

You never did.

You tapped the head of his cock against your tongue, the wet slapping sounds nothing but pure filth, your own breathy noises too much for him. Steve could barely keep it together, eyes screwing shut as he bucked upwards, swearing and groaning something awful as he watched his cock slide over your tongue. You let him move, hips thrusting as you held him to your mouth, parted lips slipping over his shaft, and warm tongue tracing the throbbing vein down the length of it.

“M’gonna come,” Steve gasped and he was shaking his head, hips pressing back down into the safety of the couch and he sounded overwhelmed, eyes glassy. “Fuck, no, no, no— I—”

“No?” You pouted, understanding. Pulling away, you leaned up again, wet lips sliding over Steve’s and he kissed you feverishly, tongue licking into your mouth to search for your own. He groaned, whining when you squeezed a hand around his cock. “Too much? You don’t wanna come yet, huh?”

Steve shook his head, hair falling into his eyes and his chest was heaving, his hands curling around your sides and he was pulling at your sweater, lifting it from your frame. “No, no— shit, not yet, please.”

You let him strip you, sweater discarded by his own shirt and your bare chest only made him swear a little more, eyes on your tits, your peaked nipples and suddenly he wanted nothing more than his cock between them. He felt drunk, delirious, suddenly too happy to care about how quickly he came.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he told you with a very serious expression. His hands travelled up, palms cupping your breasts, thumbs flicking over each nipple with careful precision. “M’gonna die and it’s gonna be because of you and your mouth and those tits and—” Steve choked on a laugh when you did, lashes fluttering as you took his cock back in your hand. “—and m’gonna be a very, very happy man.”

Grinning, you rolled your eyes at his declaration, as dramatic as they were. He was as hard as steel in your grip, his hips rolling up into your touch and didn’t want to wait much longer, his poor cheeks bright red with the exertion of holding back. So you gave him a kiss, light and sweet, too sweet for the current situation but it made Steve all the more wild. You were murmuring low and soft to him, holding his cock to your tits as you stroked him, words whispered between cute little pecks at his lips, his warm cheeks.

“Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“You wanna come, handsome?”

“Mhmm.” A whine more than a word. “Please.”

“Where do you wanna come?”

A swear, guttural and hoarse. A twitch of his dick at the thought of his options. “Fuck, I— uh, I dunno.”

“Here?” You asked him sweetly, pushing his length between your breasts, rubbing your own nipple so he could watch it harden again. “All over here? Paint me nice ‘n pretty?”

Steve couldn’t form words now, which was exactly what you’d wanted.

Your mouth made its way to his ear, voice dropping lower than before. “My mouth?” You whispered. “D’you wanna come in my mouth, Stevie?”

A jerk of his hips, a whine and a grunt as his cock kicked up once more. He was so fucking close. Steve let his forehead fall to your shoulder, too hot and too helpless and too fucking desperate. He clung to you, hands wrapping around your bare waist and he didn’t know what he wanted more. He could sit back and watch you drop back down to your knees, pushing your pretty tits together as he jerked himself onto them, knowing he could watch the way he dripped down your body.

Or he could get you to open your mouth, pink tongue back out and waiting, you doe eyed and watching him. He always got dirty with that, asking you in the sweetest voice to let him see it all in your mouth, asking you to swallow it like a good girl before showing him your clean tongue after.

If Steve didn’t choose he was going to fucking explode.

So he tugged at your waist, gasping as he wrenched himself from you, falling back into the sofa. He took his aching cock in his own hand, pumping it once before squeezing tightly, willing away the need to come right there and then. He patted his knee, his eyes glassy and hooded as he looked at you.

“C’mere, baby, come sit.”

You did as told, happily, easily, willingly. Your own chest was thundering, excitement itching at your too warm skin because whatever Steve wanted you’d give him. Your thighs were slick, underwear sticking to your folds in the most obscene way because Steve’s sounds were too much to cope with without being touched too. He looked a riot, the prettiest kind. His hair mussed and cheeks flushed, lips pink and slick from your kisses, his eyes a little wild.

He helped you onto his lap, legs spread over his knees and his dick standing hard and to attention between you both. You waited patiently for his instructions, to hear what he wanted from you and Steve let his head fall back onto the cushions once more as he watched you from hooded lids. His jaw was flexing with each stroke he gave himself, hazy gaze roaming over your tits, your stomach and then lower.

And then—

“Lemme see you, baby?”

Your stomach flipped. A sweet voice, a prettily asked question, some filthy words. You smiled at Steve, lips twisting to hide your absolute glee because you knew what wanted, what he wanted to do and you were more than happy to give it to him.

You didn’t say anything as you hooked your fingers into the crotch of your underwear, gasping a little at how wet they actually were. You tugged them aside, white cotton stretched over your skin as you held the material away from yourself. With your spread thighs, you let Steve have the filthiest view, all glistening skin, a swollen clit between wet folds. You didn’t look down, you didn’t have to. You could hear the slick, fast sounds of Steve fucking his own fist, his frantic, hitched breaths.

“That’s it, yeah,” he sounded gone, drunk. “So good—”

Instead you watched him watch you, his eyes set on your pussy, gaze on fire as he enjoyed the show and when you swept your fingers over the centre of your folds, Steve swore, his free hand on your thigh clutching you tighter.

“Dirty girl,” he murmured, his teeth catching his bottom lip. He was close, you knew he was. “Such a pretty pussy, Jesus Christ, can’t believe I was gonna come without gettin’ to see her.”

You hummed, all delight and amusement. You cocked a brow even though Steve was still staring at your spread legs. “I’m dirty?” You cooed. “You’re the one who’s gonna come all over my cu—”

And he did.

Steve came with your name on his tongue, making it sound like the dirtiest, holiest thing you’d ever heard. He was gasping, choked sounds leaving his pretty lips as he fucked his fist, come spilling over his knuckles and onto your folds, leaving you and your underwear even stickier than before. His head fell back onto the sofa as he caught his breath, an impossible thing with his heaving chest but you curled into him almost immediately.

You let go of your stretched out underwear, your own breath hitching when you felt the warm, stickiness cling to your cunt. Steve pulled at you as you moved closer, your hands soothing over his jaw and cheeks, thumbs rubbing over his flushed skin as he kissed you, head lifting lazily, moaning at your touch, your lips, the feel of your bare stomach pressing his half hard cock to his own.

He was sticky with it all, with sweat, his own release, your affection and touch.

It was too much and entirely not enough, not of you.

Steve’s lips clicked as he pulled them away from your own, albeit grudgingly. You tasted sweet, like strawberry lipgloss and him. He was still panting when he spoke, his messy hand held away from you as he took your chin in his other. His thumb pulled at your bottom lip, swollen from all your efforts and he watched the way it popped back into place, making you smile.

“M’gonna finish my whisky,” he mumbled softly, eyes searching yours. He was met with excitement, knowing, a whole lot of adoration and fondness that he felt for you too. “You’re gonna check my pulse—” you laughed, too bright and joyous for the gloomy light of the room. Steve grinned, cheeks aching. “And then we’re gonna go upstairs and I’m gonna return the favour.”

[gibsongirlsundaymorning]

noise complaints (part 2)

A/N: Fine you gay people win. Here’s part two… sorry if it’s horrible, I am NOT a writer and I did NOT spellcheck this. Also I now realize she was technically going by Agnes at the time bc she was still under the spell when she was in her cop era… too lazy late to fix it ❤️

Summary: After Agatha finds you and Rio outside of the party she busted surrounded by two guys from your high school, she feels she has a few lessons to teach you two. (Reading part one is highly suggested!)

Warnings: smut, strap-on use, degradation and praise, vouyerism, impact play, fingering, oral, punishment, mean!Agatha, gunplay if you squint and spin three times, orgasm denial, bondage, masturbation, Rio being too bratty for her own good, use of “Y/N”, I don’t know if I can be more specific than this, it’s filth!

Pairing: Older!Cop!Dom!Agatha x Younger!Sub!R x Brat!Sub!Rio

NSFW below the cut MDNI!

After the cruel scolding that was sure to be only the beginning of the harsh words you and Rio would face that night, Agatha drags the two of you back to her patrol car by your wrists. You stumbled over your feet, trying your hardest to keep up with your furious girlfriend; Meanwhile Rio dragged her feet along reluctantly, trying desperately to keep up her careless, tough exterior and get a rise out of the cop.

Rio is thrown into the passenger side of the car, her hair nearly caught in the door as Agatha slams it, leading you towards the back door.

“At least one of my sluts is eager to please… Keep it up and maybe you can get what you want tonight.” She shouts the last part, addressing you, but directing the comment towards your brattier counterpart, who was now fidgeting in the front seat.

Agatha gets in the car, starting it up and taking off on the short ride back to your shared home. Rio’s placement in the front of the car was meant to keep her in check, keep her in Agatha’s direct line of vision and in close reach for reprimand. Rio had different ideas of how to use her forced proximity.

Your older girlfriend’s breathing had just reached some sort of equilibrium, no longer audibly seething through her breaths alone, when Rio reached over the console and slid her hand into Agatha’s lap. Much to your horror, Agatha just laughs.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, doll. You have five seconds to take your hand and keep it to yourself before I decide you’ll be sleeping in the guest room for the next week.” Rio, of course, waits until the very end of those five seconds before dragging her hand back across Agatha’s lap, making sure to brush her covered core ever-so-slightly before bringing it back to her side of the console to pout. You shudder under the reflection of Agatha’s hooded gaze in the rear view mirror as she grinds her teeth down against each other in a fiery frustration.

The silence and tension grows more and more palpable as the drive comes to an end when Agatha throws the cruiser into park at the top of your driveway, right next to Rio’s precious bike. She wasn’t exactly being careful to swerve away from it.

Before you could even think of reaching for your door handle, it was thrown open and you and Rio were being forced into the home. You were at the front, being pushed into the house by Agatha’s right hand, which was tangled in your hair and gripping it into a ponytail. Rio was being dragged in the back by Agatha’s tight grip on her ear. If you didn’t know better, you’d be giggling at the way the slightly taller girl resembled a misbehaving child being scolded by her upset mother. If Rio knew better, she wouldn’t have acted like a misbehaving child.

It was clearly too late for this when Agatha practically tossed you two into the house, all in the same manner as you’d seen her do with her bags after a long day at work. She ran her tongue between her top teeth and her top lip as she looked you and your girlfriend up and down, almost as if deciding between a library of options for how to deal with the two of you.

“Both of you, go to my room now and be ready for me in the next minute… Y/N, pick something pretty out from my drawer, would you, hun?” With that, she had decided.

As you and Rio made your way into your bedroom and Rio made her way to the edge of the bed, you slid the drawer open and instinctively grabbed your favorite from the assortment, a small and quiet but powerful bullet that Agatha could control from her phone. You were hoping she’d use it on you again, but there was no point in asking once she walked in, because it would almost surely earn you the exact opposite.

She walks in to find you sitting on your heels at the same spot at the edge of the bed where Rio sat, manspreading and fidgeting with the seam on her shirt. She takes the small purple toy from your hands and kisses the top of your head, a chillingly gentle gesture in contrast with her bubbling anger that night. Her hand slips from the side of your jaw to the underside of your chin, tilting your head up just a bit so that you were looking up and meeting her eyes with your own. “Such a good choice, sweet girl.”

She then turns to Rio, who hasn’t yet given up her false tough demeanor. “Kiss her. How you were before I walked in early tonight. Pretend I’m not even here, and God help you if you hold back even the slightest bit.” With that, she sat down in the large armchair directly in the eye line from where you sat.

Rio smiles slyly and slides her hands into the back of your head, tangling her digits in your hair as she meets your lips with her own. Your own hands, shaking, find her hips as she deepens the kiss and straddles you as you’re still sitting on your knees with rigid posture that reflects your nervousness outwardly. When you finally melt into her touch the slightest bit, losing yourself in her confident dominance, you hear Agatha stand and are suddenly enveloped in her shadow as Rio is yanking away from you.

Or rather, being yanked away. You note Agatha’s grip around Rio’s waves as she speaks in an even more gravely voice than usual, “That was your final chance to prove yourself as something more than a greedy bitch. Get in the chair.”

She swallows, devoid of any of the dominance from seconds prior, and climbs into the chair Agatha had just risen from. The latter takes Rio’s seat next to you, but lifts you onto her lap with your right leg slotted between her own, your center falling onto the top of her right thigh. Once you could see clearly again as the rush of her rough fingers around your waist simmered the smallest bit, you realized you were sitting on something… hard? and let out an involuntary whisper.

Agatha looks down at where your legs meet and then back at you, grinning like the devil, as Rio writhes in her seat. Agatha immediately clocks the movement from over your shoulder. “If you ever want me to make you come again, you’ll sit still and enjoy the show I’m so generously giving you after your disgusting displays tonight.” Rio reluctantly complies. She returns her attention to you, now digging her fingers into your hips with bruising force, and guides you ever-so-slightly back and forth against the pressure below you. “Agatha?” you breathe out.

“Yeah, angel?” The title almost makes you forget what was supposed to follow your initial words. The hardness below you reminds you quickly. “Are you… did you wear the strap to work?” you nearly whisper, the question barely audible to your other girlfriend, who sat still now and held onto every word from you and the woman below you uttered. “No, baby, try again.”

It seems as if all the blood in your body rushes to your face as you realize that what you were grinding down onto wasn’t the strap you’d been mercilessly filled with time after time, but her patrol weapon. It was mind-blowingly filthy and embarrassing to you, which brought both Agatha and Rio more pleasure than any other act the three of you had carried out together could. “Keep moving those pretty hips, hun. Don’t shy away from being a slut now, it’s a little too late for that.” You bit your lip hard enough to taste the same metallic tang from before you left the same room earlier that night as you hid your blushing face in the crook of the cop’s neck.

“Hey, come back, angel, I’ve got a question for you.” You look up reluctantly, dreading the eye contact you knew she would demand as you spoke. “Yes ma’am.” She chuckled lowly at this, “Oh, what, now you wanna be good for me? Nice try. What I was wondering…. was if you think our greedy girl over there should get to join us.” You look over your shoulder at the desperate woman, your eyes glossing over at the sight of her thighs pressed together so tightly they could surely suffocate you if your head found its way between them as it so often did. You turn back to Agatha and offer only a nod, not trusting your breath to stay loyal to you.

Agatha curled a finger, beckoning your girlfriend over and watching as she scrambled to the bed. “Now, Y/N, do you think I should use this” she held up the toy you’d previously picked out from her collection “on Rio here? Think it’d be fun to see her crumble under the stimulation and forget all about her little stone-cold act?” You nodded quicker than you knew possible. “No, I need words.” You swallow and breathe in shakily, hips still moving on their own accord. “Yes. Please, wanna see.” She just smiles and lifts you off of her leg as she readies her attention on the other girl.

“I think she has to earn it.”

Ok guys this was like… part 1.5, the first half of part 2 of the OG post. The rest of the warnings will apply to the next part if they weren’t in this one, and I’m hoping to have that one out like the middle of next week! LMK what yall wanna see in the next part beside what I have planned :)

Also for those who wanted to be tagged: @sunshine-makes-flowers-grow @wandaslittlelove @babybeeelle @believe-in-magic13 @reeselov3salexvause @ahintofchaos @girlwithissuesworld @lovelyy-moonlight @teenybean @jorddddddddd

[coveredinsweetpea]

not to be a whore........... but imagine making out with Eddie's buldge through his underwear 😩

🥴🥴🥴 tbh I think there are two different scenarios and I wanted to choose only one to elaborate on but I couldn't so here I go: you're both either too lazy to care and this evolves from a sleepy cuddling session OR you're being needy and clingy, begging for his attention - just a whiny mess basically, and this is all that he's willing to give you. Both detailed under the cut 🥴🥴 (the 2nd one is pure filth, humiliation, degradation etc 18+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

It's summer, Wayne's not in town and you have all the trailer to yourselves. But it's still early, no one's in the mood to party yet, it's hot and you're both too lazy to move. 

Eddie's starfish on the bed, a comic book having him completely under its spell, while you lay lazily with your head on his tummy, hoping sleep would envelop you. But it doesn't; Eddie's too caught up with a plot twist he didn't see coming, and ideas start coming to you. 

Your eyes fix the outline of his cock and without saying a word, you palm him in your hand, your fingers drawing random patterns on the material of his boxer briefs. 

Eddie doesn't react, at least not to your knowledge, but one eyebrow does pop up. You don't see it however and decide to keep going, moving your hand a bit to the side so you can rub the length of his cock. 

"Sweetheart?" Eddie lifts his comic book so he can look at you, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing"

You don't even look at him, just keep teasing him through his boxers, until he can't help but tense his thighs. "Love?"

"Yeah?" again, you answer without bothering to face him, but this time you do move. Just in the opposite direction, nonchalantly pressing your lips against his bulge. 

The gesture was light, not too sudden or too strong, but the reason he froze for a second is the pure confusion that washed over him. But he doesn't get a chance to ask, because when he feels what you're doing - understands that you're right now literally kissing the length of his cock, he can't help but chuckle. 

"Sweetheart, you know I can take those off for you, right?" Eddie teases, one hand on the top of your head as you keep going.

"Nah" you shrug and wrap your lips around his clothed tip. One of your hands slips lower, your fingers brushing against his balls as you start sucking. 

"Ah fuck" he gasps. But you don't budge.

You keep at it - licking, sucking, grabbing, your teeth lightly grazing the tip of his cock. 

"Baby, damn it" the comic book flies across the room, his attention now fully on you. "You wanna make me cum like that?"

But you don't answer. You just shove your hand up one of the legs of his boxer, cup his balls into your hand, and resume full on making out with his cock. 

The sheer feeling of him getting hard under your lips, the way he can barely control his breathing, how his thighs tense and how his abdomen clenches every time you apply just a little bit more pressure, makes you want to see just how far you can go. 

Brushing your thumb over the wet patches on his underwear, you look up at him, "Yeah, I wanna. Can I try?"

"Try?" he laughs and rubs your cheek with the back of his fingers, "Darling, you're halfway there"

You beam under his praise and resume your quest, eagerly sucking and tugging through the material as his cock visibly stiffens.

"But then you'll take yours off. You can play around all you want, but you know I can't stop until you've made a mess on my face, doll"

Fine by you.

OR

You being clingy isn't anything new. The planets sometimes settle so that some days the only thing you want is his attention and nothing else. And it's usually not a problem, Eddie being more than happy to oblige and give you what you so desperately crave, but there are also days when that is not possible. 

Like this one.

Busy with tasks Wayne left for him, the campaign needing some last minute fixes, Dustin asking for a ride and a Corroded Coffin concert late in the evening - this day is bound to suck for the both of you. 

You manage to compose yourself for as long as you can, but by the time you reach the venue for the show, you're almost out of your mind. Begging, teasing, whining, throwing yourself at other men to get his attention - you do everything in your power to get his attention. But you fail. Miserably. As once you finally get home, things don't play out the way you had hoped - at all. 

"So fucking desperate, like a fucking whore" Eddie scoffs, plopping down on the couch. He spreads his legs and nods, "Do your thing"

Normally, you'd whine and complain, but your brain isn't cooperating so you listen to his command. You kneel in front of him, undo his jeans, and then helplessly look up at him, bottom lip popping out. "Eddie…"

"Do you need help, kitten?"

You nod.

"Do you deserve it? You acted like a dumb slut all night. Why would I help you? You can't even take my dick out, why would I let you suck it?"

"Please, Eddie…" you cry.

"Look into my eyes, doll" he commands, his hand on your chin forcing you to face him. "Apologize for the way you've been tonight"

"I'm- I'm sorry" you sniffle, "Please-"

"Sorry for being such a cock thirsty whore that you can't even function unless you get to have my dick down your throat?"

"...yes"

"Say it, baby. You need to hear yourself saying it. And look into my eyes while you do it, love. Show me how bad you want it"

"Please, Eddie-" you blink, "I'm sorry for being such a whore, but I need it, please. Can I please, please, suck your cock, please?"

And your pleading might have been enough but you'll never know. Eddie doesn't even get a chance to fully strip before he sees the hungry look in your eyes. "Come here" he motions as he stands up, his jeans now pooling around his ankles. "Show me you want it"

For a second, you look up at him in confusion, but the way his cock stretches the material of his underwear has you feral all over again.

So you don't question it, don't complain, you just get to work. He's hard - throbbing almost, the wet patch of precum making your tongue tingle as you make out with his cock as best you can. 

"That's my girl" he grins, patting your head, "My good girl, keep going. Make me cum. If you can do it, you get to swallow it all, baby"

[mbbmz]

Can’t look away from you!

Shinichiro x reader

I swear I have so many drafts for y’all requests but I’m too lazy to finish them T-T (sorry if I made any spelling mistakes, English isn’t my first language!)

Warnings : semi public sex, oral sex (m receiving), porn without plot

He was trying, really, really hard to focus. But it seemed like he had been tightening the same damn bolt for the past ten minutes. Why, oh why did he think it would be a good idea to take his girlfriend to his shop? His girlfriend who has been so clingy and affectionate since early in the morning, so much he couldn’t help but ask her to keep him company.

Oh was he regretting this decision.

You were looking at him with those eyes. Those you had when you wanted something. And he knew exactly what.

But he couldn’t give in now. He was supposed to be working. Beside, anyone could come in at any moment! His friends, his brother, who all chose his shop as their hangout spot, or even any customer!

In the span of ten minutes, you went from leaning against a wall, to sitting next to him, to sitting on his lap. He was hard, and you knew it. You were just playing with him at this point, waiting for him to break, to lose the battle against his morals and his decency.

And there was a limit to what a man could take, and you made him reach that limit when you laid down, resting your cheek on his thigh.

His resolve crumbled, leaning back as he let out a loud sigh.

- "Fuck… come here, babe…"

You smiled in victory, watching him unbuckle his belt. He looked around one last time, pressing his lips in a thin line, before taking out his semi-hard cock.

You smiled, immediately wrapping your hand around him in a firm grip. As much as you wanted to savor it, even you knew that it had to be done quick.

You looked up at him, noticing he was still looking around nervously, as if someone might magically appear into the shop. Your free hand found its way to his chin, gripping it so he would look at you instead. He let out a silent gasp at the sight, that devious smile stretching your face as you started pumping his shaft in a tantalizingly slow movement.

- "Eyes on me, love."

You muttered sultrily, giving his blushing tip a slow, sensual lick. God, he was so weak for you. You swore you could feel him twitch from the sight.

His free hand rested on top of your head, fiddling with a strand as if he was fighting the urge to just shove you down his length, while the other was on the floor, trying to support his weight so he could lean back even more, leaving you space.

You wasted no time putting both of your hands to work, pumping him while your tongue was brushing against his tip hastily.

His grip on your hair tightened, his breath shaky and his messy black hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. This was such a beautiful sight for you, which only encouraged you to pick up with the pace.

- "F-Fuck… just like that baby…"

He said, his voice stifled and shaky in reaction to your lips wrapping around his length. He wanted to keep looking around, looking for eventual unexpected guests, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you and your bobbing head.

Fuck, it had to be one of the most erotic sights ever. Your lips stretched around his dick, trying to adjust to his size while tears were starting to prickle at the corners of your eyes. Oh fuck, he might just nut right now-

He didn’t even have the time to give you a warning before he shot his load deep down your throat, making you cough, quickly pulling away as you made him ride his orgasm with your fist.

He stared at you, his gaze apologetic yet lustful as he looked at you, cheeks flushed probably from the performance you put up a few seconds ago.

You glared at him, pushing his shoulder lightly, a slight pout on your face. He chuckled, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck as he sat up straighter.

- "Sorry baby… sometimes you’re just too damn hot, I can’t hold back…"

He caressed the top of your head, his other hand putting his softening cock back in his pants. He helped you sit up, scooting you over him. He looked around one last time, before looking back at you.

- "Spread those pretty legs f’me, time to return the favor…"

[gwens-love]

Forever and Always

Summary: In a cozy cottage near Salem, you and Agatha Harkness revel in a life filled with love and laughter. With each tender moment and playful exchange, you discover that true magic lies in the warmth of your shared connection.

Warnings: pure fluff.

Word count: 1.2k

~Agatha Harkness x fem!reader~

Please don’t copy/steal or translate this work thanks.

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The stars are just beginning to peek through the darkening sky as you sit on the porch swing, nestled beside Agatha. The two of you sway gently in the quiet evening air, her head resting against your shoulder, hand laced with yours. Her thumb traces lazy circles over your skin, a touch that feels grounding and timeless.

After a moment of silence, she lets out a soft sigh. “You know, I never thought I’d end up here,” she murmurs, voice barely louder than the evening breeze.

You turn to look at her, curiosity in your gaze. “What do you mean?”

She gives a faint smile, her eyes drifting over the soft landscape around you. “A life that’s… peaceful. Simple. Before I met you, I thought I’d be alone forever, wrapped up in magic and secrets.” She glances at you, the edges of her mouth quirking up slightly. “But then, somehow, you happened.”

A warmth blooms in your chest as you look at her, feeling a familiar thrill at the way her eyes soften for you. Gently, you brush a curl from her face, letting your fingers linger. “I can’t imagine you anywhere else,” you say softly. “This life… it feels right.”

She smirks, “Oh, so now you’re the hopeless romantic?” she teases, but there’s no mistaking the warmth in her eyes.

“Maybe I am,” you admit, meeting her gaze. “Or maybe I’m just enchanted by a certain powerful witch.”

A laugh slips from her lips, and she nudges you with her shoulder. “Is that so?” Her voice drops, her tone playful but sincere. “Well, I may just save my best spells for you so that you can’t break free from them.”

Your heart flutters as she leans closer, and you find yourself whispering, “Then it’s a good thing I don’t want to break free.”

She watches you, her laughter fading as her expression softens. “You really mean that?”

“With every piece of me,” you reply, not even a hint of doubt in your voice. “I love you, Agatha.”

For a heartbeat, she looks almost taken aback, but her surprise fades, replaced by something deeper. “I love you too,” she whispers, her fingers squeezing yours. And then her smirk returns. “Even though you did burn the biscuits yesterday.”

A laugh escapes you, breaking the soft silence. “They weren’t burnt they were rustic!”

“Uh-huh,” she says, shaking her head with a grin. “Lucky for you, I find that sort of thing endearing.”

“Oh, really?” you reply, raising an eyebrow. “And what else do you find endearing?”

She traces a gentle line along the back of your hand, feigning thought. “Let’s see… The way you hum in the garden, even when you don’t know the words. The way you try to read my spell books, even though half of it looks like gibberish to you.” Her voice grows softer, her gaze warm. “And the way you look at me, like I’m the only magic in the world.”

Her words fill you with warmth, and you lift a hand to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. “Maybe you are the only magic in the world.”

Agatha rolls her eyes, but there’s a blush dusting her cheeks. “Hopeless,” she murmurs, leaning her forehead against yours. “But I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.”

You grin, unable to hide the joy her words spark. “Forever and always.”

“Forever and always,” she echoes, and the promise lingers in the space between you as she leans in to press her lips to yours. The kiss is slow and gentle, filled with every unspoken vow, every hope for the life you’ve built together.

When she finally pulls back, her expression turns mischievous. “You know, I might really need to cast a charm on you to make sure you stay.”

You laugh, resting your forehead against hers. “You already have me under your spell, Agatha, you know that. Just like you know that I don’t ever want to break it.”

She smiles, resting her head back against your shoulder, a rare openness in her face. “Good. Because I plan on keeping you forever.”

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The smell of smoke unfurls from the oven like a warning, filling the kitchen in seconds. You freeze, realizing with dread what’s happened, and rush to open the oven door. A wave of heat greets you, accompanied by the unmistakable sight of biscuits burned to a crisp. You cough, frantically fanning the smoke away with a dish towel.

“Oh, no, no, no…” you mumble to yourself, staring down at the poor, charred biscuits, their tops blackened and brittle.

“Is there a reason it smells like a bonfire in here?” comes Agatha’s amused voice from behind you. You turn to see her standing in the doorway, arms crossed, one eyebrow arched in that signature, half-teasing way of hers.

Your cheeks flush as you try to salvage a bit of dignity. “I… I thought I’d surprise you with some biscuits,” you say, looking sheepishly down at the mess.

“Sweetheart,” she says, stepping closer to peer into the oven with a bemused grin, “you definitely surprised me.” She reaches out, pulling one of the biscuits off the tray. It crumbles instantly in her fingers, falling apart with a soft crunch. “Though I’m not sure ‘biscuits’ is the right word for… whatever these are.”

You groan, pressing a hand to your forehead. “I know! I thought I timed it right, but I got distracted, and… well, here we are.” You give her a helpless shrug. “They’re not that bad, are they?”

She bites back a smile, clearly fighting the urge to laugh, and lifts one burnt biscuit between her fingers. “Well, darling, they look… crispy,” she says diplomatically, but her eyes sparkle with humor.

“Crispy?” you scoff, rolling your eyes. “That’s not the word I would use… they’re just rustic.”

Agatha’s lips quirk up, and she steps close, wrapping her arms around you from behind. “Oh, I don’t know about that but I find it endearing that you tried.” She presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Though maybe next time you can let me help.”

You turn in her arms, looking at her with a mix of exasperation and affection. “So you’re saying you’d be my baking supervisor?”

“Exactly,” she replies, chuckling. “Clearly, you need some expert guidance.” She gives you a gentle squeeze. “What would you do without me?”

“Probably burn down the cottage at this rate,” you say, laughing despite yourself.

“Mm, and we can’t have that,” she teases, her voice softening. “I rather like this little place… and the person I share it with.”

You smile, touched by her words, and lean into her. “Thank you for not making too much fun of me,” you murmur. “Even if I really deserve it this time.”

“Oh, I’ll still be teasing you about this for days,” she says, her voice warm with affection. “Every time you step into the kitchen, I’ll be there with a timer in hand.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Great. My own personal baking critic.”

She grins, leaning in close. “Consider it my job to keep you in line,” she says, brushing her lips against yours. “And besides… you’re too adorable to stay mad at.”

You blush, smiling against her kiss. “I’m glad you think so. Because I think we’ll need another round of biscuits.”

“Together this time,” she says, taking your hand and guiding you to the counter with a smirk. “Now, let’s make sure these actually turn out edible, shall we?”

With Agatha by your side, the two of you begin again, laughing as you go, her gentle guidance turning a morning mishap into something infinitely sweeter.

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“Yes, forever and always.” You repeated dreamingly with a dopey smile on your face.

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Fin<3

[lovemybluebully]

It's For Science

This is just a little something I scrounged together, inspired by a post by @snugglyfluffle 😊

https://www.tumblr.com/snugglyfluffle/761535277842022400/since-logan-has-a-shorter-waist-then-wade-does-do?source=share

Damn, writer's block has been a biiiiiitch. I wrote a lot of this in the later hours of the night after my long workdays so sorry if it's nothing spectacular, or if there's any spelling/grammatical errors. 

Wade gets it into his head that maybe not all humans have the same number of rib bones. His logic being that since Logan has a shorter body then he may be an exception. Unfortunately for Logan this is far too ticklish of an experiment for him to bear.

A small bit of ticklish!deadpool at the end too. 😉

Warnings for foul language and other Deadpool-type stuff.

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

M/M Tickle Fic

Word Count: 4,234

"The skeletal system is comprised of bones that give structure to the body and work with the muscles and joints to provide movement. The human body contains 206 bones….," the certified doctor on the television explained as he gestured to a replica model human skeleton while Wade sat watching on the couch.

"207 if I'm watching Gossip Girl, hehehe. Shit, I already made that joke in the movie. Well it's still true anyhow, am I right?" Wade snorted a laugh as he turned from his position on the couch with his hand up for a high-five, but found his roommate leaned back in the couch with his eyes closed and his hands on his lap.

It had been a nice lazy afternoon for the two of them and Logan had KO'ed quite a few beers as the monotone voice of the television host was making him doze off.

"Pssht! Old man can't stay awake for five minutes," Wade waved him off as he turned back to the tv.

"The ribcage has an important job in providing protection to some of the most vital organs being the lungs and the heart. There are 12 ribs on each side, making 24 in total…"

The merc blinked in curiosity as he sat up tall and now slowly began to feel up each side of his body to count the ribs within, having to dig in pretty thoroughly to get through the muscle.

"Hmm I'm only feeling 20 here….," he rechecked to be sure, finding all the ones leading up to his collarbone.

"The 11th and 12th pair of ribs are called 'floating ribs' because unlike all the others they are not attached to the sternum but are still attached to the backbone….," the doctor went on as he pointed to two pairs of ribs on the back area of the skeleton.

Wade's hands wound around to his lower back and found the missing pairs right where the doctor said they'd be.

"Huh. What do you know, he's right. I mean, duh!" He bopped himself on the forehead, "Of course he's right. He's a fucking doctor. Hey Wolvie, you're missing some interesting stuff here."

"Mmph," Logan only grunted in response, not even hearing what Wade had actually said as he started to drift further into fully passing out.

Wade then had a thought pop into his mind as he looked over at his near-comatose friend. Logan's torso was a lot shorter than his own so he wondered if it was true that all humans had the same number of ribs. The doc hadn't specified if it was possible to have less and Wade's hyper mind needed an answer right away.

"Hmm. I suppose I could just Google it to find out for sure, but nah! I prefer to do my own field study. Plus you all need a fun little fic to read, and I know Logan won't mind if it tickles just a teensy little bit. Commence Operation How-Many-Ribs-Does-A-Wolverine-Have."

He slid over and wiggled his fingers up in the air before placing them on the bottom of Logan's ribcage, pressing in gently to feel the first two ribs as the man immediately jumped and blinked his eyes open in a groggy daze.

"Whatistha….Wade? What-heheh-What're you doin'?" He batted at Wade's hands with very little accuracy from being half-asleep, giggles escaping him as the fingers moved up to the next set of ribs.

"Well if you had stayed awake Peanut, you would have seen this educational program I've been watching about the human body. They say there are 24 ribs in a human, but I was curious if it applied to all body heights. Being that you're a little shorter than me I wanted to see if you had the same," Wade explained his current lunacy as Logan started to wake up a little more though it took him a moment to really process everything that had been said.

"Huh? The fuck are ya-eheheheehee-Ribs? Course I do, dipshihihit. Now stohahahop it," he was unsuccessful in trying to block out Wade's hands as they continued up his sides.

"I sure will. Once I have verified the facts. Though I'm pretty sure this would go a lot quicker if you would just hold still," Wade smirked big time, knowing there was absolutely no way Logan could ever stay still for something like this when his torso was so ridiculously sensitive, "Okay looks like that's number 5…..and oh, there's 6…."

"How abohohout I c-count your teeheeheeheeth after I knohohock 'em outta your fuhuhuhucking head?" Logan chuckled hard, taking a half-hearted and easily dodge-able swing with his fist towards Wade.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, muffin cakes. Come on, this is a fun game. At least smile, would ya?" Wade teased, looking down at his friend while increasing the speed that his fingers wiggled around against his sides.

The X-man's grin had lit up his normally stoic face while he made many attempts to shove Wade's arms away, but those nimble fingers were practically glued to his sides.

"Of ahahahall the stuhuhuhupid-Eeeheheheheheheh! Stahahahap, ya mohohohoron! Thehehehey're all thehehehere!" Logan was giggling uncontrollably and sinking back into the couch cushions, trying to will his body to phase through and escape but there was only so much give that he was allowed.

Truthfully after the relaxing day he'd had and the keg of beer in his belly he found that he wasn't too bothered about Wade waking him up with his dumb experiment.

"How can I be certain? Got any proof? Any reliable witnesses to corroborate your case? Hmm? Perhaps you have an x-ray of your body to show me? A scientific essay conducted by a world renowned researcher? Any of those would be acceptable."

Logan obviously could only shake his head.

"N-Nohohohohoo, buhut I can cuhuhut myself opehehehen and-ahahahahaa-you cahahahan loohoohook for yoursehehehelf!" He released one claw from his hand as Wade gasped in horror and quickly grabbed his wrist to pin it to the couch with his knee.

"Ohhh no you don't. You're crazy if you think I'm gonna allow my precious little badger to cause himself any harm. Besides my method is way less messy. Just wish I knew why you find it to be so funny," he stated, playing dumb as Logan attempted to growl through his giggles, though the intimidation factor was completely lost.

"Yohohohou f-fucking knohow why I'm lahahahahaughin', ya ihihihihidiot!" He retracted the sharp blade back into his body, trying to squirm free, "Now gehehehet outta thehehehere, ohohor ehehehelse!"

The threats were in full effect, but the claws remained sheathed.

Wade recognized that Logan was in a more light-hearted mood than normal, and he wasn't going to let it go to waste. If he had woken up with murder on his mind then Wade might have been more inclined to back off sooner. But now that he had the green light it was on!

"Or else what? Doesn't seem like you're trying too hard to stop me," he called his bluff and grinned at how the man weakly pulled at his wrists with his one free hand and was trying to curl up in defense.

He knew Logan would be fighting him a lot harder than this if he was really as disagreeable as he wanted him to think.

Actually, Wolverine had a little secret he was keeping. He would die before admitting it out loud, but there were times he found that he actually enjoyed this. Yes, enjoyed getting tickled within an inch of his life.

Definitely not at first though. And to fully grasp the situation we'll have to rewind the story just a…

"Aw nohohoo bub! Thehehey don't neeheed to hehehear all o' thahahat!"

Wade's heart skipped a beat as he gasped in excitement.

"Oh em gee! Your first fourth wall break! I'm so fucking proud of you!"

Shush, we're doing this.

Anyways Logan couldn't remember ever being tickled before so the day Wade had discovered that he was in fact quite ticklish he did everything in his power to fight him off and avoid it altogether. Wade wouldn't back off though and inevitably got him pinned down, even though it resulted in several stab wounds to his head and torso.

Having been alive for over 200 years Logan was very used to experiencing pain of some of the highest levels physically and mentally, but tickling was something very alien to him. Not surprisingly he struggled with processing the maddening, yet gentle touches.

He didn't like to show any signs of weaknesses, but being tickled completely overwhelmed his heightened senses, especially in the touch department, and it was impossible for him to not react to it. There had been feelings of anger and humiliation at how easily simple fingers were able to render him powerless, and it only got worse once he finally broke into agonized laughter.

Logan hated the feeling of not having control, especially over his own body. Once he had managed to break free, he had been extremely cross with Wade and went into one of his brooding moods for the majority of the day.

After giving him time to cool off, Wade eventually approached him to apologize, and Logan shrugged it off now that his temper had died down. Though he had been working on trying to better himself and he explained to Wade what it had made him feel and why he had reacted so strongly against it.

Wolverine being vulnerable enough to share his feelings with him was one of the only times Wade was ever completely serious and really gave his full attention. Despite getting a kick out of always annoying him Wade never wanted to cause him true stress and it made him feel like a real asshole when Logan ended up apologizing to him too.

Wade promised to never do it to him again but added that he just got carried away due to the fact that he really liked seeing Logan not only smile but laugh especially. Logan had become utterly stupefied by that confession. He thought Wade had only been trying to torment and embarrass him, which was what had really set him off.

He had then taken the next few days to reflect on that. He could definitely empathize with how good it felt to see someone you really cared about experiencing joy. Knowing that Wade's intentions were far from malicious had really put his mind at ease about it, realizing that his pride had gotten the better of him.

And the more he thought back on it it really wasn't that bad.

Which was why Wade's squawk of surprise when Logan tackled him from out of nowhere to attack his sides with tickles gave Logan the same fuzzy feeling he assumed Wade had had. Wade not only was laughing from the tickling, but from relief as well, realizing that he'd been unspokenly forgiven.

He didn't even fight it and just let Logan tickle him to his heart's content until finally the man stopped and grunted that he had hoped he'd "learned his lesson" while giving him a small smirk.

Wade was able to read between the lines and took the chance to pounce him the very next day, and despite some growling threats he received the older mutant didn't seem entirely displeased. Logan had completely let his guard down, which now enabled him to truly experience it in full.

Still, he made Wade work for it before he finally stopped holding in his laughter. The crazy merc then proceeded to make him laugh harder than he could ever remember doing in his past, and he found the brain chemical effects from that to do wonders for his mood.

The funny thing about it to Logan was that even though he was rendered helpless from tickling he realized that he was still 100% safe, and he found that to be a very comforting thought. It was a new experience for him to be in such a close proximity struggle where the end goal wasn't to try to hurt or kill him.

Sure, Wade would use tickling as a form of retaliation a lot of times, but it was all the same to Logan by now. Naturally he wasn't always in the mood for a tickle attack, but these days more often than not he didn't fight it too much and was quite content to let his roommate turn him into a squirming, wheezing wreck.

Of course, for appearances sake, Logan would still curse his head off and threaten the man's life at every turn. Up until the mischievous merc would tickle him to the point he could barely take it and turn that macho attitude into desperate pleas for mercy.

Which brings us back to our current situation.

"Dahahammit! I-I dihihihidn't ahahask for a wahahahaake up cahahahall!"

"No thanks needed! It's totally complimentary in el Casa de Wade. But don't mind me, feel free to go back to sleep. I'm just going to keep counting these ribs here until we get to the bottom of this. Ah, finally we found 7 and 8."

Wade was still acting as if this whole idea was just to count his ribs and hadn't even acknowledged that he was purposely tickling him and realizing that made Logan feel even more giddy as he let out a snort and shook his head.

"Wade c'mooon! Get ohohohoff! Ya-heehehehe-Ya know I'm ticklihihihihish, fucker!" His big-muscled arms were clamped so tightly against his sides, but there was no stopping the determined fingers crawling up his ribs.

"Whaaa? Wolverine? Ticklish? Ha! That's absurd! My guy Logan is way too mean and strong and tough to be affected by something so childish! Oh boy, and I thought I was the king of jokes around here. Now come on, stop messing around and just move your arms out of the way so I can finish this," Wade smirked, loving to tease him about his ticklishness in regard to his hard-core reputation.

"You fuhuhuhucking ahahahasshohohohole!" Logan snorted hard and now fell over to the side as he began scooting along the couch to get away.

"Heheh, where do you think you're going? Stop being so dramatic, Nancy Kerrigan. It's okay to make that joke now, right? 30 years later is fair," he shrugged at the camera, not letting up one bit as he followed along with his squirming prey, "I can feel 9 and 10 now. We're almost halfway there! Oooh! How exciting!"

"Cuhuhut it ohohohout! Heeheheheheheheh! Juhuhust drohop this stuhuhupid ideheeheeheea!"

The higher Wade went the stronger the tickling sensations felt, and Logan was pretty sure he was going to die before the last of his ribs were even reached, though in his mind it honestly wasn't the worst way for him to go.

"🎵 Ohhhh the itsy-bitsy spiders crawled up the waterspout….🎵," Wade effortlessly sing-songed with clawed fingers continuing their torturously slow progress, thoroughly scraping over every rib bone they came across, "🎵 Down came the rain….but couldn't wash the spiders out because they were having too much fun counting all these cute little ribbies. 🎵."

It always made Logan feel silly whenever Wade's teases took on a more juvenile form. He was the tenacious and deadly Wolverine and yet Wade was treating him like he was just some harmless little kid. He was never able to stop the blush from spreading across his face.

"Shuhuhuhuut uhuhuhup! Ohohor you're gohohonna haahahave another fuhuhuhuckin'-Hahahahahahehee-hohohohole t-to breheeheeheeathe outta yohohour fahahahat hehehehead!"

"Wow. We're body shaming now? I'm very sensitive about my fat head, you know. Well have you looked in the mirror lately, mister? Just walking around with those big, sexy arms and your handsomely chiseled jawline, and don't even get me started on all that sculpted beef that you're hiding in disgrace underneath this shirt. Yeah, doesn't feel so good now, does it, you absurdly attractive man? Uh huh….oh….yup, right there we got 11 and 12."

Wade was just so ridiculous sometimes, but when Logan was already caught in a laughing fit the merc's unstoppable blabbering only succeeded in making him laugh even harder. And unfortunately, he was slowly losing his will to carry on with acting tough through this tickle session.

"Fihihihiiine! I'm-heeheehehahahahaha-I'm sorrrrry! I tahahahake it bahahahaack! Just stooohohohoooop!" Logan didn't know how much more he could take of this. Actually, he did know due to having suffered under Wade's fingers for months now, and the answer was a lot.

"Why? I'm just trying to get a count here. 13……14…..It's for science. Hey look, I'm sorry……," Wade pretended to show some remorse before breaking into a huge smirk, "Sorry my wittle Wolvie-polvie is too freakin' ticklish for his own good!"

Logan's back finally met the armrest of the couch, preventing him from going any further as he leaned back over it to try to get away. Though this now had his ribcage fully stretched out as Wade stepped it up and dug his fingers in mercilessly between rib bones, making Logan positively howl in laughter.

"Ahahahahaa! Wade naahahahahahahaho! Pleheheease! Thahahahaat tickles!" He thrashed madly trying to wiggle away, but Wade had him pinned right where he wanted him as he just snickered at the situation.

"I think at this point you know that was part of my plan all along. Hehehe, but we're so close! Think of the prestige we'll get from this scientific breakthrough! Oh! I think I just found 15! Oooh! And could that be 16?! C'mon, buddy! Bear with me now!"

The upper ribs were basically in Logan's armpits that were covered with a more fleshy layer and Wade was really having to probe in there to actually feel the bones beneath.

"Not thehehehere! Noohot thehehehehehehhehehere! Haahahahaheeheeheeheehaa! Mehehehehercyyyyyy! Logan squealed helplessly with his head tilted back and showing off his elongated canine teeth; his face as red as a tomato as tears squeezed out of his tightly shut eyes.

The feral man's t-shirt had ridden up, exposing the lower half of his ripped stomach and Wade was currently in a position where it was at eye level. He smirked as he thought about how crazy Logan got whenever he would blow raspberries into his tummy, and he found the urge to do so was just too strong to resist as he took a deep breath.

"WAAAHahAHaHAhaHAHAAADE!!" Logan screamed with the first oral assault landing directly around his navel, breaking into silent laughter while wheezing desperately for air. Many more blows were delivered to his belly and ribs while the fingers continued tickling in his armpits as Logan summoned up any energy he had left and pushed with all he had in him at Wade's head and shoulders.

Eventually after being slapped and punched in the head so many times, Wade finally allowed himself to be pushed away, taking one last nibble at his hip bone.

"Geez, calm down Hugh, you over actor," he chuckled as he looked down at the man who was currently swallowing all the air he could and gingerly wiping away at tears.

"Okaaahaahay…..Fuckin' Hell……That's it…..for nohohow…..Y-You got me…..good……No more….right?"

"Weeeeeell if you would have just stayed still, we could have had this all over with. But noooooo, you just had to make me lose count," Wade sighed loudly in feigned disappointment, "Looks like I'm gonna have to start aaaallllllll over again."

With a wicked grin he began reaching out towards the still incapacitated man who was now shaking his head frantically as his hands raised in defense.

"N-No Wade. Not again. Stay back. Heehehehe-please. I can't take any more," he couldn't help giggling in anticipation as Wade hovered over him again.

"Hold still now…Don't worry Peanut, we'll get through this together. So that's 1……and 2…….and a coochie coochie coo…," Wade started again on his waist to get at his bottom ribs as Logan was already breaking into squeals.

"20?! Again?! For real?! I've counted three times already!"

Logan was hanging halfway off the couch; his hair sticking out in every direction and his cheeks slicked with tears as he coughed and tried to regain any hint of sanity he had left.

"It's……It's……fine…….Wade…..I'm sure……..they're in……there……somewhere……," he panted weakly, slowly starting to feel his energy revitalize.

"Or maybe you really do only have 20? My theory that you have fewer since you are shorter may be correct!" Wade was getting lost in his thoughts, but then at that moment a voice of reason sounded off.

"And remember, the 11th and 12th pair of ribs are referred to as 'floating ribs' and are only attached at the backbone….," the television was still on and by this point the doctor had gone back around and was summarizing everything he had just talked about.

The light bulb finally went on in Wade's head.

"Oh yeeeeah……forgot about those little buggers," Wade slowly turned to look at his friend whose eyes went wide as he scrambled to get away.

Five seconds later and Wade had Logan pinned on his stomach as his fingers wiggled into his lower back to find the missing rib pairs while Logan cackled wildly and pounded his fists with his feet uselessly kicking at the cushions.

"23…..and 24! Well would you look at that! I guess all humans are the same after all!" Wade declared happily as he finally climbed off of his roommate, signaling the end of his reign of terror, "Whaddya think, Wolvie? Aren't you so glad to have that useful little tidbit of information at your disposal?"

Logan gradually rolled over onto his back and raised an annoyed brow.

"Could've just fuckin' Googled it, bub," he growled, though a smile was still stuck on his face.

"Okay I admit waking you up may not have been the nicest way to go about it, but you know how impatient I am. And be honest, you really don't seem that upset about it," Wade grinned, reaching over to scribble fingers over his now exposed stomach while Logan snorted chuckles and tried to block him out with his knees before rolling away.

"You're lucky I didn't piss my pants, asshole. Drank a shit load of beers right before I fell asleep. I gotta piss like a fucking racehorse now," Logan stumbled to his feet and walked off to use the bathroom.

Wade grinned as he watched him walk away before turning to the audience.

"He's cute, ain't he? And I didn't hear any denial in that, did you? He doesn't know that I heard the author spill his secret earlier. It's nice to know that he actually enjoys it, even if he won't say it. I'm totally good with that."

The sound of Logan groaning in relief echoed down the hallway followed by the toilet flushing several moments later before he walked back out to join Wade on the couch.

"Did you make sure to put the seat back down? Althea won't be happy if she falls in again," he asked as Logan looked at him with a frown.

"That one was on you, shithead. I always remember to. You've lived how many years with this poor lady? I seriously don't know how she's put up with your stupid, inconsiderate ass for so long."

"Exactly the same way you do, sugar tits," Wade grinned and pinched his cheek, receiving an adamantium elbow into his side and grunting as the air was knocked out of him momentarily.

"It's a daily struggle that's for sure. But I owe ya a lot for breaking me out of my destructive cycle, so we'll call it even," Logan had softened his demeanor, knowing he truly owed Wade his gratitude as the other man noted this and took advantage of his guard being down.

"Awww there it is! Right there! I knew you loved me!" Wade squealed as he jumped onto Logan's lap and wrapped his arms around his head in the tightest of hugs.

"Gaah! Wade! Fuckin' dammit! Let go of me!" Logan struggled to pry Wade off of him until he was hit with a moment of inspiration as he latched his fingers onto Wade's unprotected sides to start tickling him with everything he had.

"Aahaahahah! Logan dohohohohooot! Thahahahat's nohohohot fahahahaaair!" Wade yelped with giggles as he quickly tried to escape, but Logan held him firmly in place.

"Fair? Okay, let's be fair. See we learned that all my ribs are there, but seems we've overlooked yours. Think it's best we check that out right away, don't you?" Logan asked with a crooked grin as Wade frantically shook his head while thrashing in his lap, "No? Well ain't that just too damn bad."

Logan dug right in with both strong hands, not even hiding the fact that his mission was to tickle the absolute shit out of his roommate.

"Okaahahahay yohohou cahahan cheheheck! Heheehhehahah! Juhuhust nohoho tihihihickling!"

"Now how do ya expect me to do that? You got an x-ray or some bullshit to show me? A fuckin' thesis paper on the matter? What? Ya don't? Well that fuckin' sucks for you. Looks like we're doing this the old-fashioned way. What number was I on? Oh yeah….1…….1…….1……1 again….."

"Cahahahahaaan't you fuhuhucking cohohount, you neahahahanderthal?!?!"

Logan smirked big time, repeatedly prodding into the same rib over and over.

"Guess not. Numbers apparently aren't my strong suit. Looks like this is gonna take alllll day then."

Wade could only laugh and squeal in response, knowing he had sealed his own doom.

[larluce]

Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

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LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS OF THIS AU HERE: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 , PART 13 , PART 14 , PART 15 , PART 16 , PART 17 , PART 18 , PART 19 , PART 20 (You're here) , PART 21

At the castle's doors.

Sophia: (walks outside, enraged)

Echanted Arthur: (close behind, running) My love! Wait!

Sophia: (turns to him) What? Haven't you humiliated me enough?

Echanted Arthur: Please! Whatever quarrel you have with Merlin, we can solve it!

Sophia: He hit me and humilliated me! 😡

Echanted Arthur: I know it looks bad. But I'm sure he must have his reasons.

Sophia: ...What?

Echanted Arthur: I know him, he wouldn't just... This is not like him! Maybe there was a misunderstanding. So please forgive him, my love. I beg you. Forgive him and come back to the castle, please.

Sophia: (in disbelief) It's incredible. I used the strongest love spell there was and put all my power in it. I knew I had to be quick as soon as we saw your heart was compromised. But even now you're fighting it. You still prioritize him.

Echanted Arthur: ...Is that a methaphor?

Sophia: (gets back to her offended fiancee rol) I'll never forgive you, Arthur Pendragon. (Thinking) Oh, how much I'm going to enjoy killing you. (Turns her back at him and leaves as dignified as she can)

Echanted Arthur: (makes a gesture to go after her, but sees some guards walking nearby so he aproaches them) You! Make sure my father doesn't kill Merlin while I'm gone. (goes after Sophia)

Guard 1: But, sire! What if the king orders his execution? Sire! (turns to guard 2) What do we do?

Guard 2: If we go against the King's orders, he'll kill us.

Guard 1: But if we go against the prince's orders, he'll kill us.

Guards: (stay thinking and thinking what to do like winnie pooh)

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the dungeons.

Lancelot: (arrives carring a plate of food, rehearsing his lines in a whisper to himself) I came to bring food to the prisoner, I came to bring food to the prisoner... (stands up before the guard, determinated) I came to bring food to the...! (sees the guard is knocked out) prisoner?

Merlin: (gets out of a shadow) You're late 😒.

Lancelot: (jumps out of his skin, screaming) Aaaah! What the- How did you-

Merlin: Magic. (Takes the knocked out guard's sword and starts going up the stairs to the exit)

Lancelot: Right. (Follows him and they walk side by side) Morgana saw Arthur and Sophia leave the castle, so Gaius sent me for you.

Merlin: (sighs) Figured as much. Where there any horses in your escape plan?

Lancelot: Yes, actually.

Merlin: Good. We're going to need them.

Back with the guards at the entrance of the castle.

Guard 1: (with a coin in hand) Face we die by the king.

Guard 2: Seal we die by the prince.

Guard 1: (Flips the coin)

Guard 2: (looks the result) We die by the king.

Guard 1: (sighs) To sneak the servant out of the dungeons it is. (About to leave)

Guard 2: Wait! Look! (Points something in the distance)

Guard 1: (looks) Isn't that the prince's manservant?

Guard 2: And he's escaping! 😨 And with the horses! 😱

Guard 1: Who's that with him?

Guard 2: We have to tell the King inmediatly! (About to go inside)

Guard 1: Wait! Don't you see? This is perfect!

Guard 2: (confused) What?

Guard 1: We don't have to go against the King's orders now! 😃

Guard 2: You're right! 😃 We're save! 😄

Guards: (celebrate)

Guard 1: We still have to tell the King the prisoner escaped though. It would be suspicious if we don't.

Guard 2: We will, we will. Just... give him a head start.

Guards: (wait)

Meanwhile, in the woods. Lancelot and Merlin riding side by side.

Merlin: (stops) It's here. (Gets off his horse)

Lancelot: (gets off too) Do you know how to break the love echantment?

Merlin: Killing Sophia. (Starts echanting the sword)

Lancelot: Not that I don't support that, but maybe in a way that doesn't involve killing? Just to have options.

Merlin: (ends echanting the sword) This is sidhe magic, it's almost imposible to undo. (Gives sword to Lancelot) Here, you can defend yourself with this. (Starts running in direction of the lake)

Lancelot: Wait! (Stops Merlin by the arm) Merlin, we need a plan.

Merlin: (impacient and desperate) There's no time! Arthur could be dying as we speak!

Lamcelot: You said "almost imposible to undo", so there is a way.

Merlin: It doesn't matter!

Lancelot: As the only no magic user here who is going to confront two powerful magical creatures, it matters a lot to me! What if she puts a spell on me too and turns me against you? I need to know!

Merlin: (sighs, exasperated) Fine! As far as I know, I great act of true love can break any love echantment. The more efective ones would be a true love kiss or the loss of someone you love. But Arthur isn't in love with anyone and Sophia will be too busy trying to drown him in the lake to echant you, so you don't have to worry about that. Can we go now?

Lancelot: Sure. (Thinking while they go to the lake) To think everything could have been avoided with a kiss 🤦‍♂️. But now I get why she didn't try to kill Merlin when she had the chance. The loss of Merlin would break Arthur for sure.

At the lake. Sophia in the lake with Arthur while Aulfric is at the lakeside.

Aulfric: (echanting) Ia bend dǽdon níwe. Cúðon gare íewe deahl sǽ áre. Sé áre. Ig bæþ deahl sǽ néah. Déaþ ór cwylþ óga him. An wén.

Echanted Arthur: (holding hands with Sophia, between confused and mesmerised by her) I... what is happening?

Sophia: (sweetly) It's our wedding, silly.

Echanted Arthur: (smiles brightly) Really? Am I doing it correctly?

Sophia: (Nods and caresses his face) You are doing just fine. Just look at me. (Her eyes glow red) Look at me.

Merlin: (hiding behind a bush, whispers a spell to make Aulfric staff go to him) Onbregdan.

Aulfric: (feeling his staff move, holds it tigher, stops echanting and turns to Merlin) You think we didn't know you were coming? (Points the staff to Merlin) Na þing biþ! (A lighting gets out of the staff to hit Merlin)

Merlin: (stands up) Scildan! (Blocks the attack with a magic shield)

Sophia: (from the lake, shouts worried) father!

Aulfric: I got this! Don't break the eye contact!

Sophia: (brings her attention back to Arthur)

Merlin: Swilte, gold beorþ! (Throws a lighting at him too)

Aulfric: (blocks it easily with his staff without conjuring a spell, laughs) Is that all you got?

Merlin: Actually, I can conjure earthquakes, lightings and fires that could burn an entire forest.

Aulfric: (laughs again) And why haven't you done that?

Merlin: (smiles) Because now I'm just a distraction.

Aulfric: (confused) What...?

Lancelot: (stabs him from behind with the sword)

Aulfric: (drops dead on the ground)

Sophia: (screams horrified) NO! FATHER!

Merlin: (picks up Aulfric's staff and is about to use it to kill Sophia)

Sophia: (Puts Arthur infront of her, a hand on his neck, eyes glowing red with fury) Try anything and he dies!

Echanted Arthur: (eyes blank and no emotion on his face, basically being handled like a puppet)

Merlin: (scared, but tries not to show it) You won't kill him. You need him to go to Avalon.

Sophia: I don't care about that enymore! (Tears of anguish and anger run down her eyes) My father is dead! This was our dream and he worked so hard for me to have it... and he suffered a pathetic mortal death because of you! (To Arthur) Gewseorc, hine beclyppe!

Echanted Arthur: (starts to choke, like he's being strangled)

Merlin: (shouts in panic) Arthur! (About to go into the lake)

Sophia: Stop right there or I'll soffocate him to death!

Merlin: (stops, fearing for Arthur's life)

Sophia: This is what is going to happen. (Gets closer to the lakeside holding Arthur hostage) We will go back to the castle. You (points at Lancelot) will be arrested and executed for killing a Lord (turns to Merlin) and I will continue the wedding to make sure to make your life a living hell!

Lancelot: (suddenly holds Merlin from behind and puts the sword at Merlin's throat)

Merlin: (more than confused) What are you doing?

Lancelot: (whispers) Trust me. (Raises his voice again) I'm sorry, Merlin. But I won't die for you! (Shouts to Sophia) I'll kill him myself, my lady! Please let me live! I'm too young to die!

Sophia: You think I'm going to forgive you that easily!

Echanted Arthur: (blinks like waking up from a dream and mumbles quietly) Merlin?

Lancelot: I'll do it right now! (Pretends he's about to cut Merlin's throat)

Echanted Arthur: (opens his eye wide and shouts, frantic) MERLIN! (runs forward to stop Lancelot, freeing himself from Sophia)

Lancelot: (lets go of Merlin to hold Arthur and shouts) Merlin, now!

Merlin: (uses the staff to break the chain around Sophia's neck with magic)

Sophia: NO! (Looks frantic for the necklace that fell in the water)

Merlin: (takes Lancelot's sword, goes to Sophia and stabs her several times, while screaming furiously)

Echanted Arthur: (crying, while trying to free himself from Lancelot) NOOOO! SOPHIA!

Lancelot: (still holding Arthur, looking at Merlin disturbed) That... was unecessary. 😰

Merlin: (leaves Sophia's corpse floating, gets out of the lake all cover in blood and drops the sword)

Arthur: (coming back to his senses) So...phia? (Stops struggling) Wha... Where am I? (wipes his tears, confused) Why am I crying?

Lancelot: (lets go of Arthur, happy) Your Highness! You are back!

Arthur: (looks Merlin is all covered in blood and panics) Merlin! 😨 (Runs to him and checks him, anxiously) What happened to you?! Where are your injuries?! (Tries to take off his clothes)

Merlin: (Stops him) The blood is not mine, I'm fine. (Holds his face, to check closer his neck and eyes with concern) Can you breath correctly?

Arthur: (blushing at the sudden closeness) Yes, I think I do.

Merlin: Are you lucid? You don't... you don't love Sophia anymore?

Arthur: (frowns, confused) Who is Sophia?

Merlin: (sighs in relief) You are fine.... (Pushes him away from him abruptly in poorly hidden anger) There's nothing wrong with you, my lord. I'm so glad.

Arthur: Hey! You can't just push your prince like that! 😡

Merlin: (composes himself) You are right. Forgive me, sire. It won't happen again.

Arthur: ...

Arthur: Merlin, are you alright?

Merlin: (too politely) Of course, sire. Forgive my impertinence, sire. I just didn't want to stain your royal clothes with mine (stresses the word) sire.

Arthur: ... Okay? (Looks around) Uhm... Can someone explain to me why there are two dead bodies here? What on earth happened?

Lancelot: You don't remember anything, sire?

Arthur: Not really, the last thing I remember is being with Merlin in the woods fighting some bandits and... No, wait... (starts remembering) There was a girl, I think... she- (open his eyes wide and pales, shouting) I GOT ENGAGED! 😱 How could my father consent that? 😡

Lancelot: Well you asked him to let you marry Sophia quite nicely, sire.

Arthur: I did what?! 😨

Merlin: (crosses his arms, looking to the side) Yes, you were pretty entusiastic about it, my lord.

Arthur: But I would never! I was... echanted! Yes, I remember now! (Turns to Merlin) You told me Sophia was echanting me! And Morgana, she tried to warn me about her too. But I- (opens his eyes wide as another memory assults him, suddenly furious) YOU ATTACKED A NOBEL LADY PUBLICLY?! 😡 WHAT WHERE YOU THINKING?!

Merlin: Oh, I'm sorry for not worrying about property when I was trying to save your ungrateful royal ass! 😡 (composes himself and adds) My lord.

Arthur: I am grateful. But my father could have killed you for that!

Lancelot: Well, he did send Merlin to the dungeons.

Arthur: WHAT?! 😨

Lancelot: But I sneaked him out from there before the king decided a sentence for him and we went after you.

Arthur: You sneaked a prisoner out of the dungeons...

Lancelot: Yes.

Arthur: So Merlin now is a fugitive and you are an accomplice.

Merlin: We didn't exactly have a choice, my lord.

Arthur: I know, I know, I just... (brings a hand to his forehead, thinking distressed) How the hell I'm going to get Merlin out of this!

Lancelot: Do you remember anything else, sire?

Arthur: Yes, uhm... Sophia and her father brought me here. They were doing some kind of ritual.

Merlin: They were sidhes, creatures of magic, my lord. They were trying to sacrifice your life so they could go to Avalon, apparently. Why they chose you especificilly completely baffles me.

Lancelot: (worried) Anything else, sire?

Merlin: (pales, thinking) Fuck, I forgot he saw me using magic!

Arthur: I... (remembers Lancelot and Merlin arriving, Merlin using magic and killing Sophia) Uh... No, that's all I remember.

Merlin and Lancelot: (sigh in relief)

Arthur: So... (points the corpses again) I'm assuming these are the sidhes. How did you defeat them?

Merlin: Well-

Lancelot: It was me, sire! I slayed them both with my sword. (Thinking) Merlin is in enough trouble as it is to have muder on his list of crimes too.

Arthur: You slayed two powerful creatures of magic all on your own. 🤨

Lancelot: Yes sire, Merlin helped of course. Acting as...uhm...

Merlin: A distraction.

Lancelot: Exactly! It was team effort.

Arthur: Not that I don't believe your word, Lancelot, but then why is my manservant the only one covered in blood?

Lancelot: ...

Merlín: ...

Lancelot: I also have blood. (Points the only little stain he has) Here.

Merlin: Yeah, it's just that... I kind of got in the way... when he was... slaying them.

Arthur: (thinking) Do they believe me this stupid? Really? (Says) Alright, we'll talk about the details later. Now we need to hide the bodies.

Merlin: Why?

Arthur: Well, I don't know. Maybe because you were seen attacking Sophia and you textually said you would kill her in front of the king? So when they find out you escaped from the dungeons and search for you and find the corpses of Sophia and her father laying here, who do you think they're going to believe killed them?

Merlin: Oh, you seem to remember quite a lot of details of what happened, sire. (Accusing) Tell me, how conscious were you really, my lord?

Arthur: What? What does that have to do with-

Lancelot: Sorry for interrumping your spat, but though I agree with your highness, I don't think we have enough time. Search parties must be looking either for the prince or for the prince's manservant as we speak. There's no way we can dig a hole to bury the bodies so fast.

Merlin: Oh, that's easy. There are ropes on the horses we brought with us, right?

Lancelot: Yes, I believe so.

Merlin: We can tie them with the ropes to heavy rocks and then throw them in the lake so they sink to the bottom. No one will look there, problem solved.

Arthur: ...

Lancelot: ...

Merlin: What?

Arthur: You seem to know a lot about hiding bodies.

Merlin: It's simple logic and fisics, my lord. Someone would think that with all your royal education you would know. (Sighs) Let's get this over with. (Walks away to go to the horses)

Arthur: (walks behind with Lancelot, whispering to him) He's been calling me "sire" and "my lord" for far too long. Is he mad at me?

Lancelot: He's definitely mad at you.

Arthur: But why?!

Lancelot: Well, you weren't very nice to him when you were echanted.

Arthur: It's not my fault! I was echanted!

Lancelot: That's right and he knows but...

Arthur: But?

Lancelot: If a drunk man killed a woman and his defense at court was that he was drunk when he did it, would that make him less guilty infront of the Jugde.

Arthur: ...

Lancelot: Just give him time, sire.

Time skip. After they hidded the bodies.

Arthur: Great. Now we need to get rid of your clothes. (About to help Merlin off his clothes)

Merlin: (stops him and says dryly) I'm perfectly capable of undressing myself, my lord. Thank you (turns his back to him and starts taking off his jacket, shirt and neckerchief with hard movements).

Lancelot: (To Arthur) Your eyes, sire.

Arthur: (takes his eyes off Merlin, blushing) I was not looking anything.

Merlin: (finishes taking off all his top clothes) My pants are clean.

Arthur: Are you sure?

Lancelot: Sire! 😠

Arthur: I was just making sure!

Merlin: (folds his clothes) I'll get rid of these.

Lancelot: (takes Merlin clothes from him) No, I better do it. The sooner you're far from this place or any evidence, the better. (To Arthur) You can take my horse, sire. Well, technically it's your horse but... you know...

Arthur: Of course. (Turns to Merlin) Merlin-

Merlin: (Just passes him and goes ahead)

Arthur: (sighs) Was I really that mean?

Lancelot: (mumbles) Rather you were too nice to Sophia.

Arthur: What?

Lancelot: I said you better hurry, sire. (Leaves to get rid of the clothes)

Time skip. Merlin and Arthur with the horses.

Merlin: (prepares get on his horse)

Arthur: Do you need help with-

Merlin: No, my lord.

Arthur: (Notices Merlin is shivering a bit) Wait, put on this. (Takes off his jacket) My cape is still wet, but I think this is dry enough-

Merlin: I don't need anything from you, my lord, thank you.

Arthur: Look, Merlin. I'm sorry, alright? If a treated you badly while I was... that was not fair to you and you deserve an apology.

Merlin: You don't have to apologise, sire. You were echanted. I understand.

Arthur: Then why do you keep calling sire?

Merlin: Because that's what you are, sire.

Arthur: See? You are still mad!

Merlin: I'm not mad! 😠

Arthur: Yes you are! 😠

Merlin: I'm not! 😠

Arthur: Fine, be mad. But I won't let you catch a cold so put on this! (gives Merlin his jacket rughly)

Merlin: Is that an order?

Arthur: Will you put it on if it wasn't?

Merlin: No.

Arthur: Then it is an order. Put it on. Now.

Merlin: (puts on the jacket angryly and gets on the horse)

Time skip. Merlin and Arthur ride side by side in an uncomfortable silence until they encounter a search party.

Knight 1: Sire! You're back.

Knight 2: And the... prisoner is with you.

Arthur: He's no prisoner. We're in our way back to the castle. You can scolt us if you like.

Knight 1: But, sire, the King order us to arrest the boy.

Arthur: I'll talk to him to solve this, but Merlin is coming with me.

Knight 2: But-

Arthur: (raises his voice, more sternly) I said I will solve this! Understood?

Knights: (frightened) Yes, sire. (start scolting them to the castle)

Knight 1: (whispers to knight 2) Isn't the servant wearing the prince's jacket?

Knight 2: (whispers back) Yep.

Knight 1: You think they...?

Knight 2: Totally.

Knight 1: And Lady Sophia is no where to be seen.

Knight 2: Want to keep being a knight?

Knight 1: Yes.

Knight 2: Then hear and see, but stay silent.

Time skip. Merlin and Arthur in the throne room with the king and Morgana.

Uther: Horseplay?

Arthur: Yes, Merlin and Sophia were just horseplaying, but it kind of... got out of hand.

Uther: ...

Merlin: (thinking) This is the best excuse you could have come up with? Really? 🤦‍♂️

Morgana: My lord, if you allow me, I noticed Lady Sophia didn't like Merlin from the start. She even told me once she wanted to get rid of him. Merlin as a servant can't say no to the wishes of a Lady. It wouldn’t surprise me if she wanted to get Merlin into trouble on porpuse through this... horseplay.

Arthur: (crosses eyes with Morgana and gives her a grateful smile)

Uther: Even if that were true, it doesn't change the fact that he escaped from the dungeons!

Arthur: He didn't escape, I ordered some guards to free him before I left.

Uther: The guards were knocked out!

Arthur: I ordered them to be discret.

Uther: (sighs) I'm going to corroborate this story later. Where is Lady Sophia?

Arthur: Yeah, about that... we decided to break our engagement by mutual agreedment and she left with her father.

Uther: What?! But you were so in love with one another.

Arthur: We were but... sometimes love can be... fleeting too.

Merlin: (snorts)

Uther: And it had nothing with the fact that this boy went after you.

Arthur: I had already broken our engagement and given her my farewells when Merlin found me. He apologised for his behavior and explained to me what really happened. (Puts an arm around Merlin) He even brought me a horse to ride back more comfortably, because he's such a considerate servant.

Merlin: (gets the arm off him)

Uther: (thinking) Either he made my son cover for him or managed to make him believe this stupid lie, this seductive demon is more dangerous than I thought! (Says) It's a shame Sophia and you didn't work out, (looks at Merlin, severely) Though I don't blame her, honestly. This boy still needs to learn his place. You should at the very least, fire him. In fact, I'm firing him.

Arthur: But, father-

Uther: I'm not leaving the boy without salary. He would still be Gaius apprentice, so don't tell I'm being too hard on him. You should be grateful I'm not sending him to the dungeons again after this.

Arthur: But that's not fair! It was all a big misunderstanding!

Uther: Do you really expect me to believe-

Merlin: I quit.

Uther: ...

Arthur: ...

Uther and Arthur: What? 😧

Merlin: I quit being the Prince's manservant. Can I leave now?

Arthur: You can't quit! 😡

Uther: Yes, you're not quiting! I'm firing you! 😡

Merlin: Okay, I'm fired. Can I leave now?

Arthur: Merlin!

Uther: You insolent brat! Get out of my sight! 😡

Merlin: With pleasure, sire (bows and makes a gesture to leave)

Arthur: (stops him by the arm) No! You are not fired! I'm rehiring you! 😡

Uther: Arthur!

Merlin: (exasperated and tired) Alright! I'm rehired! Can I please, PLEASE just leave?

Morgana: You are dimissed Merlin.

Merlin: (frees from Arthur rughly and leaves)

Arthur: Merlin! (makes a gesture to go after him)

Uther: Don't you dare go after him! 😡

Morgana: For once I agree with the King, Arthur. Let him be, he must have gone for quite an ordeal.

Arthur: (sighs and looks where Merlin left, sad)

Time skip. Arthur encounters Morgana in a hallway.

Arthur: Hey! Can I speak with you for a sec?

Morgana: (surprised cause Arthur hasn't talked to her on his own will for a while) Sure, what is it?

Arthur: I wanted to thank you for helping Merlin and for trying to warn me about Sophia and all. You were right about her, I should have listened to you, I'm sorry.

Morgana: (smiles) Arthur, it's okay, I don't blame you. You were echanted. Besides, saying I saw Sophia killing you in my dream, even in your right mind I would have understand if you didn't believe me.

Arthur: It's not just that. I know I haven't been very nice to you lately. I was... going through stuff and I took it out on you. I'm sorry.

Morgana: (teasing) The great Arthur Pendragon apologising two times in one day? That's a record!

Arthur: (still very ashamed) Will you forgive me?

Morgana: (gives him a comforting smile) Of course, you silly. (Hugs him)

Arthur: (thinking while hugging her) I missed you so much. Gods, please let me keep her. Let me keep my sister too. I don't want to lose her again.

Merlin: (passes by)

Arthur: (separates the hug inmediatly) Oh, hi, Merlin.

Merlin: My lord. (Bows and leaves)

Morgana: Uh... did something happen?

Arthur: (vents, frustrated) He's been mad at me since Sophia! Acting all respectful and proper like-

Morgana: Like an actual servant?

Arthur: Yes! It's anoying! 😠 I get that maybe I treated him badly while I was echanted, but this is not fair! I'm not the drunk man! The drunk man chose to get drunk before killing that woman, but I didn't choose to get echanted! So he doesn't get to be mad at me for something I didn't have any control over! 😡

Morgana: (confused) Who's the drunk man?

Arthur: Lancelot.

Morgana: Lancelot killed a woman! 😨

Arthur: No! He gave me this metaphor about a drunk man killing a woman-The point is Merlin has no right to be mad at me!

Morgana: (in disbelief) You think Merlin is mad at you... because you treated him badly while you were echanted?

Arthur: And it wasn't even that bad! From what I remember, I still was pretty considerate of him if you ask me. My attention was mostly on Sophia.

Morgana: Oh, gods 🤦‍♀️. You really don't know, do you?

Arthur: What?!

Morgana: Merlin is not mad at you because you treated him badly especifically.

Arthur: Then why is he mad at me?! 😡

Morgana: (unsure) I don't think I can tell you.

Arthur: What? Why? 😨

Morgana: It's not really my place to say.

Arthur: (begs) Morgana, please! I need to know! I can't handle his respectfulness anymore! He even woke me up at the right time this morning, I can't stand it!

Morgana: Well, if Merlin has been the one echanted to love someone else and has brushed that love at your face every 5 seconds and even almost married that person, wouldn't you be mad at him?

Arthur: Yes, but that's because I- (realises) Oh...

Morgana: Yes, oh.

Arthur: He... he's jealous?

Morgana: Again, it’s not my place to say.

Arthur: (smiles) He is jealous.

Morgana: Don't smile! 😠

Arthur: I'm not smiling (smiles)

Morgana: You did it again! 😠

Arthur: Alright, I'll stop. (hopeful) So... he loves me?

Morgana: Love is a very strong word. I would say he likes you, though I don't believe he's aware of it. He's been pretty oblivious to your advances and he may not even be aware he likes men that way.

Arthur: (keeps smiling)

Morgana: Stop it! May I remind you Merlin is still mad at you and you are not precisely in his good side right now?

Arthur: (turns serious) You're right. Sorry. What do I do then?

Morgana: (crosses her arms) Why should I help you? 🤨

Arthur: Because you would cut your own arms and legs for me? 🥺

Morgana: You! (Shoves him) I should have know you would use that against me!

Arthur: (whines) Morgana!

Morgana: (sighs) Fine, here's what you should do.

Time skip. Merlin and Arthur arrive at the stables of a horse seller.

Horse seller: These are our finest horses and mares, your highness.

Arthur: (looks at the horses carefully)

Horse seller: Has one caught your attention, sire?

Arthur: Not really. (turns to Merlin) Pick one.

Merlin: (confused) What?

Arthur: I need to pick one before I get back.

Merlin: Then you pick one, my lord.

Arthur: I'm doing it by ordering you to do it.

Merlin: That doesn't make any sense...

Arthur: It's an order from your prince, Merlin. Pick one.

Merlin: (rolls his eyes, but looks at the horses until his eyes stops in one) This one is pretty. (Aproaches a young black mare and smiles) What's your name, precious?

Horse seller: Oh, it doesn't have a name and it's barely more than 3 years, quite young and savage still, but a pure blood nonetheless.

Mare: (lets herself being caressed by Merlin and neighs, happily)

Merlin: (giggles) She seems pretty docile to me.

Arthur: (To the horse seller) I want that one.

Horse seller: Of course, sire. At what name shall I put the papers? Yours or the king?

Arthur: My manservant.

Merlin: WHAT?! 😨

Arthur: I'm buying this mare for you.

Merlin: Are you insane?! 😠

Horse seller: I'll go get the papers. (Leaves)

Merlin: (whisper yells) Rumors in the castle are bad enough as it is! They are saying I'm some jealous misstress of yours! Some even think the reason Sophia never came back was because I killed her out of jealousy!

Arthur: (whispers back, smirking) Didn't you?

Merlin: What?!

Arthur: I mean, you did help Lancelot kill her.

Merlin: To safe your life! Not out of jealousy, you arrogant prat! 😡 So what do you think they're gonna say when I come back to the citadel with my own horse?!

Arthur: I don't care what others say or think. No, actually, I do care about what one person says or thinks: you. Your opinion matters to me, Merlin, more than anybody else's.

Merlin: Yeah, you care about it so much you brought me here without telling me you were planning to buy me a horse!

Arthur: Because I wanted it to be a surprise, you idiot! And I couldn't exactly wrap a horse.

Merlin: ...

Merlin: Wait, this mare is a gift for me?

Arthur: No, I buy horses for my servants every day. Yes! This is a gift for you, Merlin!

Merlin: Oh... (blushes)

Arthur: What did you think I was doing?

Merlin: Getting me in more trouble with your father? He's not going to be happy about this, Arthur.

Arthur: (smiles) You called me Arthur. Does this mean I'm forgiven?

Merlin: (smiles apologetically) There was really nothing to forgive. I'm sorry. I was being inmature.

Arthur: It's alright. I understand why you were upset. If a man killed a woman an then got drunk-wait that's not how it was.

Merlin: Was what?

Arthur: Never mind. (Holds Merlin's hands) You know, even when I was echanted I never gave Sophia any gifts. (Gets closer) Nor a horse... or a flower in a pot. (And closer)

Merlin: (blushes) A...Arthur? 😳

Arthur: (looks down at Merlin's lips)

Horse seller: (arriving) Here are the papers, sire! 😊

Merlin: (pulls away from Arthur quickly all red)

Arthur: (kills the horse seller with his eyes)

Horse seller: Uh... should I... come back later or...?

Merlin: No! Not at all! Where do I sign?

Arthur: (confused) I thought you didn't want the horse?

Merlin: Well, I figure if I'm going to be the talk of the castle, better live up to them. (Signs the papers)

Arthur: (thinking, smiling) I need to thank Morgana for this.

BONUS SCENE:

Morgana: I told you a small gesture! SMALL! Like flowers, chocolates, a love letter! NOT A FUCKING HORSE!

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I think this and the previous post are the longest I've written so far! I had so much fun exploring this episode with tree Merlin and future Arthur.

Credits to my best friend, Rosangela, who gave me crucial ideas for this, like the cat fight and the say of the drunk man XD

Any ideas for names for Merlin's mare?

[floofeh-purpi]

Getting isekai'd?! (Pt. 1)

please bro I dont have the motivation to make a decent title

Sagau! Genshin Fatui x Gn! Reader (ft. Your bsf)

Warnings: Cursing, spelling errors maybe, reader has a dog, your bsf involved lol, this shits as short as my lifespan 💔

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Nah... NAH... Ain't no fucking way...

..Bro.

The fuck is this place?! That was your first thought as soon as you went outside to touch some grass. (cuz bro tf is the last time you even touched the ground outside?!). Except the ground you touched was soft.

And cold. You blind ass somehow didnt see the snow

You flinched at the coldness of the ground, not noticing it was snow, you immediatly went back inside to your bedroom and warm your ass up. Ayo wait...

Wait is this one of those isekai fanfics?! *ehem* get the fourth wall builder please

Except...

Bitch your house somehow also got isekai'd with you in this... well, place. Hey atleast you have your dog with you. Yey! But regardless...

It doesn't change the fact that you're literally in the middle of nowhere. What. Anygayyys, you check your phone to see the time.

3:10am. You could've sworn your phone wasn't fully charged cus it was like, what, 30% last time. But eh, you brushed it off.

"Wow, such a great time to be awake." You thought sarcastically.

Suddenly, (y/b/f/n) (your best friend's name) yawned.

"Bro... why the fuck is it looking so cold outsi— Woah..." Your best friend's sleepiness mysteriously disappeared as they looked outside at the snowy terrain.

"The fuck is we in right now bro?"

"Dunno, bet we got isekai'd into another world like in those fanfics." You shrugged.

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"I feel like exploring with (d/n)." You suddenly said after an awkward amount of silence. "Omg sureeee!" (Y/b/f/n) happily said.

You and (y/b/f/n) dressed up in matching jackets thats thicker than your class pick me's skull omfg frfr in your favorite shade of (f/n) and you both wore the hoods on your head. You both went downstairs to get your dog that was outside in the backyard. Your dog is so loyal that it doesn't even wanna escape. W dog.

*Insert y'all going outside*

"Omfg why does she/he have to be so cute?!?!!" Your best friend thought as they petted your husky's head.

You both ended up walking the dog together cus ya'll nothing else to do, not knowing that a group of fatui agents practically saw you both.

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Omg I finally written what I always wanted to write! :D

Also bro sorry if this is too short for you I don't really write long chapters cus I get lost literally 100% of the time ☹

Published in: June 27, 2024 at 10:22am.

【Part 2】

[screamingintothestarss]

blue milk & roses

summary: you’ve been down lately, and hunter does something special for you

pairing: hunter x reader

rating: general

warnings: light kissing, sickly sweet fluff

word count: 997

authors note: apologies for any grammatical and spelling errors, i proofread as intensely as my smooth brain could

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The first rays of sunlight warm your eyelids, barely opening in response. Sleep weighs on you like a thick blanket, and you have no intention of shaking it off. A gentle groan tickles your throat, and you roll over, instinctively grabbing hold of the man next to you. You suspected he was using your various scrubs and bodywashes in the fresher, but you didn't remember him being this soft. You call out his name, an unintelligible mumble, and get no response.

"Hunter?" you repeat clearly now. Your eyes remain shut, too exhausted to even bother opening them. You lightly slap his form. "C'mon babe what's wrong...you've never given me the silent treatment," you rasp. 

No response. 

Your eyes snap open at his silence, and you prop yourself up on an elbow, ready to discuss whatever the hell this is, but he isn't there. You attempt to wipe the fog covering your eyes and blink. 

You'd been talking to his pillow.

"Ugh," you drawl, and plop right back down into the bedsheets. You sling a lazy elbow over your eyes in an attempt to block out the sun's warm assault. You raise your leg, heavy as durasteel, and use your foot to push the curtains closer together. Rays retreat into the window, and your leg drops back onto the mattress. You wonder where Hunter's gone off to, but sleep overtakes you instead. 

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His eyes rake over your sleeping form with complete adoration. A calloused palm cradles your face, and he swears he's never felt anything softer. Gentle moonlight spills through the window, painting your bodies. He thinks you look ethereal like this, your peaceful face and pouty lips bathed in blues. He resists the urge to kiss you.

He's more than aware of how difficult things have been for you lately--coming home late, a drag in your feet, your clothes haphazardly strewn around the room with little consideration, your typical demeanor replaced by a mellow somberness. He knows you're tired, so he picked up the half you couldn't carry and set it on his shoulders. He'd walk a thousand miles just to see you smile. He knows this storm will pass, but he wants to cherish this peace you have right now.

Your lips part slightly as you fall deeper into sleep. Hunter cautiously takes your hips and slots you against him. He begins to cradle you, but you stir.

"Hunter?" a sigh breezes past your lips, barely audible. 

He shushes you lovingly and spoons you. You fall asleep instantly.

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You leave the fresher, your step a little lighter than before. Last night was the best sleep you'd gotten in a while, despite the interruption. You get dressed and step out of your shared bedroom, and a pleasant smell fills your senses with warmth. You pad over to the kitchen, and your heart nearly overheats. 

The table is set perfectly for two, your chair already pulled out. A gorgeous arrangement of pink and white flowers takes the center, bright and lively. You don't miss how your favorite breakfast foods decorate your plate--steaming hot. A chilled glass of blue milk waits for you. 

"I'm sorry if I woke you," Hunter comes from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. His eyes never leave you--how could they? 

It's as if the air had been knocked from your lungs; you had no words to cough up. You stare at the arrangement, your lips parted and eyebrows all furrowed. Red bleeds onto your skin like watercolor on a page, and your vision goes misty.

He picks up on this immediately, setting the towel down and making his way to you. 

Calloused palms meet soft skin. "Hey, I didn't mean to-"

"I love you!" the words etched in your heart come crashing through your lips, and Hunter thinks he might combust.

His eyes soften and he holds you. You melt into him, like two pieces of a puzzle, you fit together perfectly. You tuck your chin into his shoulder and his cheek nestles in your hair. 

"I love you too," he says, resolute and affirming. "I knew you'd been having a hard time lately, and I...I just wanted to do something different for you."

You can't find the words, so you hold him tighter. 

"I got Echo and some other friends of mine to help out, which is why the house isn't currently in flames," he chuckles, and you laugh into his chest. "Thought about getting the rest of the boys but eh, they're no better than I am."

You straighten up and set your eyes upon his, and sparkling brown irises are peering back at you.

"It's perfect."

You place a chaste kiss on his lips before sitting down, and he tries to mentally extinguish the fire in his veins. He takes his seat across from you.

You stare at the flowers for a beat, a vibrant assortment of pinks and white with petals like butter. 

"They're beautiful, but they're spoiling the view," you tease.

"I'm inclined to agree," a husky timbre rattles around the space and into your ears, leaving you hot. He sets the vase on the kitchen counter and returns his attention to you, but you've already dug in. 

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You lay in bed, the moon taking refuge by your window tonight. You trace the sharp planes of his face, stubble tickling your palm. His breathing is steady and gentle. A quiet sigh comes from him, and your heart nearly beats through your chest.

Your mind replays today's events: the brunch with him, a movie, general canoodling, and plenty of stolen kisses. He's like a tree, you think--solid and stoic and sturdy, yet giving life to everything around him. 

His visage begins to blur into hues of blue and black as your eyes slip closed. He's slung his arm around your middle at some point, and your legs are all tangled together. You sigh contentedly, heart and stomach full. 

You sleep better than you ever have. 

ending note: i have been diagnosed with hunter disease, and i hope they don’t find a cure anytime soon

[winchestersisterimaginessss]

request: Sam and Deans sister is really squeamish with her own injuries. I am talking like gagging throwing up so grossed out, that’s how much it affects her. Her brothers are aware of her huge fear and understand what they have to do when she gets injured. They have been through this many times with her before and are extremely familiar with her panic. Even with all of her injuries, it never gets better for her and she freaks out every single time her brothers have to patch her up.

Warnings: gore, cursing,

A/N: Okay some of this might be so dramatic but it’s soooo real like I am one of these people who are absolutely sickened by stitches and gashes. I had to get stitches before multiple times and I was gagging the whole time gripping my leg. I would assume an injury like this one is 1000% worse so it may seem dramatic but it’s like so real tbh. Anyway I was too lazy and tired to proof read this but I’m still gonna upload it and check it all later so if anything’s clearly spelled wrong… oops sorry lol. Hope you enjoy:)) Requests are still open!

You were easily disgusted by the sight of your own wounds which was unfortunate because you were a hunter so wounds were more common than not. Blood was fine and little scrapes were okay, but stitches or deep gashes had you sick to your stomach. You could not stop yourself from physically gagging or throwing up when you had serious injuries. You were completely okay with others injuries, but your own? They made you sick to your stomach.

It was always a fight with your brothers because you obviously needed to take care of your wounds, but the idea of it made you physically ill. They had to hold you down more times than not to clean up your wounds and stitch them because you would thrash and thrash. If they weren’t holding you down, then you were usually squeezing your eyes shut, holding your breath and biting back throwing up. Either way, you never won because you were either crying, gagging, throwing up or fighting them. So when a demon took a knife and sliced your shin you couldn’t help but curse.

“Fuck!” You cried and collapsed to the floor. While Dean finished off the demon that sliced you, you grabbed your shin in a tight grip to look at your wound. You cried out in pain and felt sick to your stomach when you realized how bad it was.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” You gagged, seeing your skin gaping open. Dean killed the demon and his attention immediately went to you. He eyed your injury up and before he could make his next move, Sam swooped in.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey you’re going to be alright, okay?” Sam said coming into your view. He looked at your wound and clenched his jaw. He caught Dean’s eyes. Dean sent him a grimace and shook his head. Sam already knew how this was going to end and he also knew that he had to word his next sentences to you very carefully.

“I’ll grab the car.” Dean hurried off, knowing that they had to disinfect and care for your wound as soon as possible.

“Okay, hey we’re going to get you cleaned up, it’s okay.” Sam said softly with his attention back on you. As he reached down to pick you up, you gripped onto his wrist with panic in your eyes.

“No, Sammy, wait, please no, please!” You whimpered, now feeling your body start to tremble. You were so not mentally prepared for this to be happening to you right now. Sam sighed, knowing how hard it was going to be for all of you.

“Bug,” he said sympathetically, “you know that’s a deep gash.” He finished insinuating that you knew that there was no other option, but to deal with the wound. You let out a sob and let him finish picking you up.

“I know sweetheart, I know, I’m sorry.” He whispered. Dean pulled up the car and hopped out. Sam carried you to the car while Dean opened the door for him and the three of you got in. You cried the entire way to the bunker while your brothers tried their best to comfort you. Once you got to the bunker, Dean went in first to get everything sorted as Sam worked on coaxing you out of the car.

“Sammy!” You sobbed when he opened the door closest to you.

“Y/N/N I’m sorry but we have to clean you up.” He said already knowing where you were going with it.

“No!” You cried gagging. “I’m going to throw up, I’m going to throw up!” You panicked.

“Hey hey hey it’s going to be okay!” He said reaching out to you, but you leaned away from him.

“No, no, no, no, no.” You mumbled. “Sam please I-I-I can’t fucking do it, I can’t!” You cried.

Sam sighed. “If we don’t clean it up now, it could get worse, bug. You would be in extra pain and it would require even more care.” Sam pointed out trying to get you to understand.

“But I don’t want either!” You cried.

“I know, but these are your only options.” He said sympathetically.

You threw your head back and cried. You were defeated, he was right.

“Fine,” you sobbed.

“Come on sweetheart, I got you.” He said softly as he helped you out of the car and picked you up. You squeezed your arms around his neck tight and dug your face into his chest as he carried you inside.

He walked you to the table where he tried setting you down gently, but failed. You still had your arms tight around his neck, not letting him go. You whimpered as you peaked out from his chest and saw all of the supplies out.

“Kiddo, we’ve gotta patch you up and you know that we do. So I need you to hang with me kid, okay?” Dean asked gently, coming into your view with disinfectant in his hands.

You cried, but released your grip on Sam. He sat you on the table and you instantly reached for your leg. You squeezed your leg tight hoping to take some of the pressure away from where you were injured as Dean got ready to clean you up.

“Alright I’m just going to disinfect it right now okay? I’m not touching it yet, just pouring it over your leg, alright kid?” He asked.

You nodded and whimpered, still squeezing your leg. You knew this part was going to hurt like hell. You closed your eyes and looked away and you felt Sam’s hand on your back. The cold liquid poured onto your leg and your breath got caught in your throat as you felt the intense sting and burn. You choked back a sob. You hated this feeling. You hated knowing that your wound was bubbling and that the liquid was going into your flesh because your skin was practically flapped open. The whole idea of it made you feel sick, but you knew this was the easiest part of the whole clean up.

“You’re doing so good kid, hang with me.” Dean said as he got the cloth gauze out. You felt your heart rate increase.

“Wait De-“ you started before he cut you off.

“I’m not going to do anything without telling you first and I’ll walk you through it as always.” He reassured you.

“Okay,” you whispered.

“I’ve gotta dry it up so I can start the stitches,” he said, squinting his eyes at you to get a better read on your expression. Sam felt you stiffen under his touch.

“Hey you’re doing so good bug, Deans going to continue.” He said, nodding to Dean and not giving you an option to stop him. Dean gave you a reassuring nod and blotted your wound. You hissed in pain as he finished drying it. As soon as you saw him reach for the needle and thread, you tried to scramble off the table. Your brothers knew you too well though and Sam had you pulled back.

You were frantic. “Please wait no wait” You gagged. “I-I-“ You gagged again. “No wait hold on!” You finally screeched in fear and pleaded your one last attempt. Tears were streaming down your face and you just couldn’t do it.

“You’re okay.” Dean reassured, nodding to you.

“But I’m not Dean!” You whined, feeling like you were going to pass out.

“Hey, hey, hey, the sooner I start, the sooner I can finish. I need you to stay with me kid. You’re okay.” He soothed, eyeing you. He knew that there was a great possibility of you passing out. Both of your brothers greatly preferred you to be conscious when they were patching you up to prevent further complications.

You accepted your fate and threw your head back crying. You motioned to Dean to start the stitches. As soon as he pierced through your skin with the needle you let out a sob.

“Shhhhh, shhh, it’s okay.” Sam murmured, rubbing your back and holding your body up. You felt Dean tug at your skin as he stitched you up and you gagged. This was one of the worst feelings in the world. You suddenly felt really weak and tried to blink away the black spots clouding your vision. Sam felt your body start to become less tense and figured you were slipping away from consciousness.

“Dean.” He alerted his brother. Dean looked up at you.

“HEY, HEY, keep your eyes open kiddo!” He shouted before lowering his voice. That confirmed Sam’s thoughts so he gave your face a little tap. You shot your eyes back open and focused on Dean’s mouth moving.

“HEY, HEY, I need you to stay awake, can you do that for me kid?” He asked. His voice felt so far away and you tried to nod, but you gave up and your head lolled to the side. You closed your eyes and felt Sam tapping your face again, but you didn’t have the energy to open them back up.

“Shit!” You heard Dean mumble before you fell into complete darkness.

You didn’t know how much time had passed before you felt a sharp stabbing pain in your leg. You jolted up frantically and Sam grabbed you to hold you down as you whimpered. Dean stopped stitching you so that your erratic movements didn’t cause him to screw up. You came to and focused on your surroundings.

“There she is! I need you to keep those eyes open for me kiddo.” Dean said looking at you.

“You’re okay, relax.” Sam soothed, but you didn’t care. As Dean turned his focus back to your gash, you cried out and tried to jerk your leg away.

“Sam, hold her down, I’ve gotta finish this up.” Dean said shooting you a sympathetic look. Sam gripped your shin tight and held you in place as you cried out in pain and disgust. Every time you felt the tug of your skin, you gagged. You squeezed your eyes shut and held your breath, clenching your jaw. You didn’t know how long had passed before you heard Sam’s gentle voice.

“Hey sweetheart, I need you to breathe for me or else your going to make yourself pass out again.” He said, still holding your leg in place. You didn’t even notice that your lungs were searching for oxygen until you let in a deep breath and felt the relief. Dean looked up at you.

“Atta girl, I’m almost done, hang in there.” He encouraged you. You cried out a few more times, before Dean put down the needle and thread.

“All done!” He said and you let out an audible sigh of relief. He out the antibacterial cream and unscrewed the cap.

“Okay I’m going to quickly put this on and wrap it up.” He explained to you. You nodded and he took that as his approval to continue. You accidentally caught sight of your wound and gagged.

“Blah oh my God I fucking can’t I’m- blah- I’m going to-“ You gagged. “I’m going to throw the fuck up.” You gagged again. It was just word vomit with you gagging every other second. You looked away, but the feeling of your skin and knowing what it looked like still continued to make you gag. Dean quickly spread the cream over your stitches and you gagged again. It just grossed you the hell out. The whole idea of it just made you sick to your stomach. He quickly wrapped up your leg and patted your knee.

“Good as new kiddo, you’re all patched up.” He sighed in relief.

“Thank you.” You whispered. You felt the ache and burn of your wound as you repositioned yourself on the table. You were ready to leap into your bed and stay there for eternity.

“Can you walk?” Sam asked, reaching out to help stabilize you as you got off the table.

“Yeah I-“ You gagged as you felt your skin ache from being stretched by the stitches. “I’m good.” You replied and walked without bending your leg to prevent yourself from feeling that gross stretch of your skin again. Sam looked at you in concern as Dean couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

“Alright kid, let’s get you to bed.” He said as he swooped you up in his arms. You relaxed in his arms and he brought you into your room. He gently placed you on your bed and helped you with your blankets.

“Thanks De.” You mumbled before you noticed Sam also in the room, “thanks s’mmy.” You said softly. You were so exhausted and could barely keep your eyes open.

“Goodnight bug, call us if you need anything.” Sam said before he walked out of the room. Dean followed him, leaving your bedroom door open so they could check on you frequently through out the night.

[truly-neutral-art]

Din/Luke Pacific Rim AU pt.2

Pt.1 | Pt.3 | Pt.4

Another addition to this AU because It's been living in my head rent free for ages. I can't do a Pacific Rim AU without recreating the iconic Kwoon scene. Also, I was too lazy to draw backgrounds so I just stole them from the movie  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Under the cut is a teaser of the fic I'm trying to write. It's a first draft, so there's probably some mistakes. Also, I'm still kind of in Screen Writing mode from school, so please don't mind if there's not a lot of internal character narration.

“Four points to two,” Luke calls after the final candidate falls. His emotions are carefully masked on his face but Din can see how tense he is. 

“We’re wasting time, Marshal. He’s barely compatible with any of them, this isn’t going to work,” Luke says.

“What do you suggest?” The Marshal raises a brow. 

“Put me in charge, I’m drift compatible with several cadets. We don’t need him.” Luke gestures towards Din. The look on his face makes Din’s blood boil. Contempt. What did he ever do to Luke to earn this?

“What’s your problem, Skywalker?” Din stomps towards the edge of the mat. 

“I’ve already told you, I don’t think you're the right man for the job,” Luke replies. He’s now turned squarely towards Din, his face back to that eerie calm. It sends a shiver down Din’s spine. 

“No, there’s more. You’ve got a problem with me.” Din steps closer, trying to ignore the piercing blue of Luke’s eyes. 

“Enough! both of you.” Marshal Skywalker turns to them both. 

“If you think you’re so much better, then let’s go.” Din points his bō at Luke. “If you win, you can pilot the Crest. If I win, you back off.” Din holds Luke's gaze, projecting his challenge. 

“Neither of you are in the position to make that decision,” Anakin states, breaking the spell. 

“What? Think your own blood isn’t good enough to beat me?” Din didn’t know Marshal Skywalker that well, but from what he did know, the man was prideful. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest move, but it got him what he wanted. 

The Martial turned towards Luke, earning his attention. No words were exchanged between them, the Martial simply gave a nod. A brief look of satisfaction washed over Luke’s face. Din turned towards the mat to prepare for the fight before Luke’s eyes turned back to him. 

Luke stepped to the edge of the mat, shoes and outer shirt removed. He bowed at the waist before stepping forward. He was in a simple black tank top and the standard cargo pants. It was the first time Din had seen any of his skin exposed beyond his face. His arms and neck were covered in pale, lightning-like scars that looked like they extended beyond what Din could see. He wasn’t sure what to make of them. He knew almost nothing about Luke when he really thought about it. Only what he heard from the news from the past four years.

He had to admit, it made him earn a little more respect for the kid. At first he’d seemed like a petulant child who was getting his favorite toy taken away, but now, Din wasn’t as sure that was the case. He had no more time to think on it as he and Luke passed each other on the mat, walking to opposite sides, then turning to face each other. 

In the blink of an eye Luke swung his bō with the finesse of a warrior. He moved forward before stopping in the middle of the mat as he pulled his bō up in defense. Din followed suit, taking on a more aggressive starting position. He could tell Luke was analyzing him, eyes flitting around to every point of his body. Din took the opportunity to attack. In one swift moment he had his bō mimicking a strike at Luke’s skull. 

“One, Zero.” The words had barely left his mouth before Luke made a counter attack. In a flash Luke had reversed their positions with a satisfied smirk. 

Without wasting any more time the two began to fight again in an explosion of movement. The people in the kwoon reacted to them, but Din’s focus narrowed in until it was only them in the room. He watched Luke’s movements carefully, anticipating and blocking every attack that came and returning his own. He picked up on a franticness in Lukes’s movements and took advantage, landing an attack on his ribs. 

“You’re too eager, you’re projecting your moves,” Din commented as they reset. 

“I don’t need your advice.” Despite his words, Luke waited, ready for Din’s next move. 

Luke swiftly blocked everything Din threw at him and pushed back even harder. In the next moment Luke attacked with a flurry of blows, catching Din off guard. He was stronger than he looked. 

“Two, two.” Luke had once again evened the score. 

There was barely a pause before they were at it again. This bout lasted longer than the others, both having picked up on each other’s gambit. They danced around each other, the only sound in Din’s ears were the clacking of their bō staffs and their heavy breathing. Neither was holding back. 

In a blur of motion Luke darted towards Din’s legs, throwing him off balance. Din rolled out of the throw but as he lifted his head he was met with Luke’s bō to his throat. Luke's eyes were no less intense this close. 

“Two, Three.” Luke stepped back into a ready position. “Better watch out, Djarin.” There was a satisfied smirk on his face. He was winning. Din wouldn’t give up that easily. 

He pulled out every trick he had, but Luke seemed to always be a step ahead. He was too fast, almost as if he could read Din’s mind. From the outside it would almost look like this was rehearsed. In the end, it was Din’s weight advantage that won him the point. He moved in close and pinned Luke's arm before throwing him down to the mat. The blond hit the ground on his back, breath escaping his lungs from the impact. 

Din almost went to help him up but Luke threw his legs backwards into a handstand before standing back up. He barely looked affected, the only sign of fatigue on him was the sweat on his forehead that matted down his blond hair. 

“Three, Three,” Din called. “And there’s no need to show off.” 

The next point would declare a winner. There was a smile on Luke’s face, different from the ones before. This one was more open, leaving Din feeling dizzy instead of insulted. 

Din tried to understand it but there was no more time to ponder as Luke set on his next attacks. He was more aggressive than he’d been the rest of the fight but Din pushed back, not without some difficulty. Luke danced around Din with a frightening agility. The only thing that kept Din in the fight for so long were his reflexes. He knew he had to end this fight soon or Luke would eventually wear him down. 

In a decisive move Din attacked at Luke’s head, trading off his defense for offense. He had Luke on the move, nearly pushing him off the mat. However, before he could land a finishing blow Luke darted to the side, slipping his leg between Din’s and toppling him to the floor. When Din processed what happened, he was pinned under Luke’s hips on his chest and his bō at his neck. 

Cheers erupted from the gathered crowd, but Din’s view had narrowed into Luke as he stood up. Din stayed on the ground, still a bit stunned from the end of the fight. He wasn’t really sure how to feel about its outcome. But one thing was for certain, he and Luke were drift compatible. Very drift compatible. 

Din was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t even realize Luke was reaching down to him until his hand was in his face. He took it and allowed Luke to help him to his feet. 

“You felt it too, didn’t you?” Luke asked.

“Yeah.”

[ryker-writes]

To add more angst to your Sibling Vil headcanons, what's if the reader is the one who overblots instead of Vil, after he basically ruins their confidence and realizes Vil has some resentment toward them? Revealing in their overblot form that they never even wanted to be famous and only did it for Vil's approval

yesss the angst I live for it!

For those who didn't see the original post you can fine it here. (Let me know if link doesn't work)

Vil's broken sibling relationship (alternate ending)

when Vil did hang out with you, he would always point out some small thing about you that was out of place

even if you had everything together, he would find something to criticize

afterwards he would always make a comment about how you should be careful because your actions reflect on him and your father

sometimes he would even give you a backhanded compliment or when he was especially angry, he would straight up insult you and claim he's trying to help you

it became very clear that Vil hated you

hated how you acted and how you looked

you two used to get along

he even helped you become who you were today

when you were young, he would always help you with how to act or how to look right for all the cameras

he carefully help you and taught you back then

but now he was openly insulting you and hating you

according to Vil, you were many things

you were an idiot for not being able to understand or see the simplest things

you were naïve and stupid for not realizing that your friends only liked you because of your fame

you were annoying

you were lazy

you were ugly

your own brother said all this to you

the only person you thought you could truly rely on, hated you

maybe he was right about you

maybe all those things were true

everyone else probably say you like that

now it was so much easier to pay attention to all the negative publicity you got

Vil was right

you wish it wasn't him that said it, but he was right

it's safe to say that your confidence wasn't doing too great lately

and as you walked through the school halls, it felt like everyone was watching you with criticizing eyes

like they were just waiting for you to embarrass yourself

and when you did, they would be watching, recording, and laughing

so lost in your own thoughts, you weren't paying much attention to where you were going

and you ran into him

your dear brother who hated everything about you

of course, he started criticizing you again

and in front of everyone

"Looks like you're even worse than I thought if you can't even pay attention to where you're walking. You look more unsightly today than usual. You really can't get anything right can you?"

the students around you two started whispering, some even snickered

they were talking about you

you could just tell

it was too much

everything they were saying was too much

you couldn't be here

not with them, not with Vil

you backed away from Vil with tears in your eyes

and you looked directly at him

the cold and uncaring expression clear on his face

thinking back on it, did he ever even care?

was he only ever helping you because your father was forcing you two to be in the spotlight

did he only help you because he couldn't be seen next to someone so hideous?

how horrible it all was

your life, your image, your thoughts, you

for just one moment you wished they would all stop talking, stop talking about you

without even thinking you sent one spell, a simple spell, in Vil's general direction

and that was enough

enough for the air to suddenly feel so thin and an overwhelming sense of dread flooded through you

the world seemed darker

like someone had dimmed everything down

but the whispers got louder and louder until it turned into shouting

they all hated you

it was clear

you just had to accept and give in

Vil was right

you could feel liquid running down your cheeks

reaching up, you went to wipe away the tears

but when you pulled your hand back, you saw black

those weren't really tears

it was blot covering your hand

and it wouldn't stop running down your cheeks like a river that never ends

it ran down your hands and even covered your arms

you could feel it run along your skin and even drip down to the ground

but none of that even mattered right now

Vil stood in front of you now looking shocked

everyone else scrambled to get away from you

of course they did

"You should be proud, Vil. They all love you, and would never run away from you."

he pulled out his magical pen

"You're even incredibly stupid when you overblot. You can't even see how much they love you more than me. They've said that you're the most beautiful. You don't even work that hard and you get amazing opportunities. Meanwhile spend every hour of every day trying to be the best."

looking down at yourself, you could see that your clothes have even changed

beautifully designed clothes were in the place of your old ones

drops of blots swirled down your clothes, and somehow made them look nicer

Vil said they called you the most beautiful, but he's also told you how ugly you were in the past

how could he suddenly change his words like that

they obviously didn't like you that much

they constantly talk and even now avoid you

it made you angry

Vil has been nothing but cruel to you

you couldn't control it

and you lashed your magic at him

he was able to dodge some of your attacks and even started attacking you

your anger just kept building up

"Are you serious? You made me like this. You helped guide me when we were younger. I never even wanted any of those roles! I never wanted to live like this!"

you sent a particularly strong attack his way and he took it full force

Vil staggered back, disheveled and wounded from the fight so far

but your attacks just kept coming and only grew in intensity

"All I ever wanted was for you to just accept me, to like me. But ever since we started growing up you've done nothing but hate me."

it was getting harder to see and hear what was happening

ink plagued all your senses

and all you felt was anger

when you next opened your eyes, everything was blurry for a second

your body felt weak and it hurt to even move

but when your vision cleared, you could see that you were in the school infirmary

and sitting next to your bed was Vil

he seemed to notice you were awake

"How are you feeling?"

despite his calm tone, Vil looked rough

still beautiful as always, but a well trained eye could see the way his hair was slightly out of place and makeup ever so slightly smudged in the corners

he had been here a while

once again you could feel water run down your cheeks

you quickly reached up to wipe it away and looked at your hands

it was actual water this time, not blot

Vil sighed and grabbed your hand

"I'm sorry."

a heavy silence hung in the air afterwards

a million things that he wanted to say

things he needed to say

but right now, he couldn't find the words

so Vil promised himself that he would be able to tell you everything and that he'd do everything he can to try to fix what both he and his father had broken

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic May 1 - prompt 1: Accidental Eavesdropping [word count 487]

“Come on, Remus,” Lily nudged him with her foot. “Tell me.”

Remus opened one eye, narrowing it under the bright spring sun barely shielded by the tree they had settled under, not too far from the banks of the lake.

“Why? You hate him.”

“I don’t,” Lily waved her wand in the air. “Do I think Black is as obnoxious as Potter? Yes. Do I wish them harm? Only occasionally. Do I judge your pining after Black? Of course no, it wouldn’t be nice of me. Besides, it’s not like you actively chose to have a crush on him.”

Remus chuckled and looked at the banks of the lake, where May lay sprawled in the sun and Marlene sat with her feet in the water, quite blatantly eying Dorcas Meadowes who had left her group of Slytherin friends behind and was now swimming in lazy strokes not too far from them.

No, he definitely hadn’t chosen to fall for Sirius Black. Of course, he didn’t agree with Lily’s opinion of him or James but that was because she had never gotten to experience the fierce loyalty the both of them were capable of. Lily didn’t know about his furry little problem, as Sirius called it, and the lengths to which the Marauders had gone to help him and stand by his side. Still, she was right about him not actively choosing to have a crush on Sirius fucking Black of all people. Who in their right mind would subject themselves to endless pining after the handsomest guy in their year, always popular, always the centre of attention, always with a cohort of girls following him around.

“I don’t have a crush on Sirius,” he sighed.

“Right,” Lily rolled her eyes. “And Dumbledore has notoriously cropped hair.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Remus forced himself to look into Lily’s green eyes. “I think I’m in love with him.”

“Oh,” Lily stared back at him. “Oh, shit.”

She twirled her wand between her fingers and opened her mouth again in the same moment a loud crack came from above them. In the following second they managed to move away before a huge branch fell between them, along with a tangle of limbs and robes. Remus stared, recognising the human-shaped tangle on the grass.

“Pete said it would end up like this…” James’s voice groaned, half-muffled by Sirius’s stomach.

“Yeah, well, we never listen to him,” Sirius’s voice answered from the grass, a bit clearer.

“What the fuck, Potter?”

Lily had gotten to her feet and was glaring at them.

“Alright, Evans?” James managed to smile as he removed Sirius from his chest.

“You could’ve killed us! And you were eavesdropping on a private conversation!”

Remus felt his cheeks heat up as Sirius managed to sit up, the echo of his declaration of love still ringing in his ears.

“Come on, Evans…” James raised his hands in an appeasing motion.

“Fuck no!” Lily pointed her wand at him. “You’d better run.”

For once, James did as he was told and scrambled to his feet, ending up running along the bank with Lily on his heels.

“You arsehole!”

“It was innocent, Evans, I swear!”

“Bullshit!”

Remus grimaced at the thought of what ugly spell-induced boils he would have to remove from James’s face later on and turned away from the scene, coming face to face with a grinning Sirius, still sprawled on the ground in that annoyingly elegant way of his even if he had literally just fell out of a tree.

“So…” Sirius cocked his head. “How about Hogsmeade next weekend, just the two of us?”

Remus’s heart skipped a beat.

“You mean like… a date?” he managed to whisper.

“Yes, unless you were lying to Evans about your feelings for me.”

“I wasn’t,” Remus forced himself to say. “But I didn’t think…”

He saw Sirius’s cheeks redden, and his grin soften.

“I just didn’t think you’d ever like me this way,” he said. “I thought you’d go for someone calmer, less… chaotic. I mean, I’m always around causing some mischief or trying to get a party together.”

“Yeah, that’s probably why,” Remus smiled.

He saw Sirius hesitate then he leaned slightly forward, carefully putting his hand over his.

“So… Can I take you out on a date to Hogsmeade?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Remus nodded, his heart pounding in his head. “Definitely.”

[submenarehotties]

— untitled #1

pairing; submissive ryomen sukuna & dominant gn reader.

(does not follow the plot of the jjk manga or anime)

cw & tw: suggestive, its clear you’re in control here, heian era, uhhh idk if this counts as sfw but i’ll still put a cl regardless…

summary: how did you manage to break down sukuna’s ego in one swoop?

note: guys i can’t write anymore, i’ve lost it😭😭 let alone smut oml - and i’m too lazy to make it all pretty with colors so i’ll probably edit this in like a few months lol. mind any spelling errors!

word count: 0.4k+

ryomen sukuna was not sure what it was about you. the way you made him question all of his decisions. the way you didn’t let anyone get a firm grasp on you. the way you wouldn’t let properly claim you. his ego just cannot bare it.

it was if he had been cursed, which is humorous because he, himself, is the king of curses.

you had such an addictive aura. a fiery one. one that he could not let go of.

and he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t enjoying the situation he had put himself in. even if it meant bending his poor ego.

“damn you.” sukuna groaned, his fingers digging into the arms of his chair.

“be careful of what you say.” you murmur sweetly in his ear.

you could disappear and he wouldn’t be able to do a single thing about it. you tilt your head curiously, wondering what he’s pondering in that chaotic mind of his.

his eyes snap open and his hand possessively grabs your arm, assuring himself that you won’t disappear from his view.

you scoff, roughly shaking off sukuna’s hand. you cup his chin, looking into his eyes, seeing nothing but deeply hidden fear. not really a shock that you could see that, you’ve completely flipped sukuna’s world upside down.

“don’t tell me that you can’t function without me anymore.” you chuckle, not even believing the words coming out of your mouth.

he stays silent and you know you have your answer. you raise an eyebrow at his silent behavior. his hands reach for your waist, his forehead resting against your stomach as he growls as if angry with himself.

“i don’t want to feel this way. i don’t need to.” he grips your waist tighter as he talks.

“are you so sure? i would bet my life that your heart’s racing so fast right now.” you comment with a smile.

sukuna raises his head, his jaw clenching. you drag a hand down his chest slowly, feeling the unsteady, fast beat of his pathetic heart. he grabs your arm, not to stop you, but to keep your hand there.

“help me.”

sukuna murmurs with a low whine. you wouldn’t have heard it if it weren’t for his whine. you freeze, clenching your jaw, your hand on his chest gripping his kimono for dear life.

it only takes so much for your control to break.

your head bows for a moment before you slowly look up, leaning your face close to his, your lips so close to touching. sukuna is shuddering very slightly at the closeness of your mouth to his.

“what do you want me to help you with exactly?”

while maintaining eye contact with you, sukuna begins to guide the hand that was on his chest lower and lower…

a/n: this literally is so bad, i haven’t written a single thing since december of LAST year. EMBARRASSING! anyway, i may make a part 2 with a lil smth😛 but who knows? - i don’t‼️‼️‼️

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