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aeralux · 1 month ago

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"Let's Get You Cleaned Up" - Aegon Targaryen

Summary: After Aegon fucks you breathless (as always), the only logical thing left to do, is to shower. But who is to say he can resist you there? He just wants to clean you up. ModerAegon!au

Warnings: SMUT; oral (m! and f! receiving); quite rough blowjob (but he is sweet about it); dirty language; x reader; oral in the shower

Words: 3.9k

Notes: Female Reader. No other descriptive language is used.

-- aera xx

You're still shaking, your body recovering from Aegon's brutal passion. Anyone could tell what had just happened in that bedroom, and it was so intense, so all-consuming, you felt like you might never walk straight again. Your legs tremble, collapsed on the bed, boneless and spent.

You can still feel him inside you, stretching you, filling you, claiming you in the most raw, animalistic way. Your cunt throbs in time with your racing heart, a dull ache that speaks of the intensity of your lovemaking. You're sore, exhausted, utterly wiped out - but you've never felt more whole.

Your releases mingle on your skin, sticky and warm, marking you as his. You run your fingers through the mess, marvelling at its slickness and volume. You came so hard, so often, lost in the heat of the moment, chasing that high repeatedly until you were both utterly spent.

"I love you," he whispers, his lips brushing against your temple. "More than words can say. More than I ever thought possible."

Aegon lowers his head, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss. A promise, a vow, a declaration of forever.

When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, his eyes searching yours. "You're my everything," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

Aegon's hands roam your body gently, reverently. He traces the curve of your hip, the dip of your waist, the swell of your breast. "I'm going to make you the happiest woman in the world," he promises, his lips brushing against your cheek.

You gaze up at Aegon through your lashes, a playful pout on your lips. "If you really want to make me the happiest woman on earth, you'd come shower with me," you purr, your fingers trailing lazily down his chest. "I feel quite... sticky."

You glance down at your thighs, coated in your mixed releases. "Ugh, look at the mess you made," you tease. "The least you could do is help me clean up."

You stretch lazily, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure. "Unless, of course, you're too lazy for it," you taunt.

You let the suggestion hang in the air, waiting to see how Aegon will react. Will he rise to the temptation, and follow you into the shower like a good little puppy? Or will he sweep you off your feet and carry you to the bathroom himself?

Aegon's eyes darken with lust at your suggestive words, a slow grin spreading across his face.

He leans in, nipping at your lower lip. "Careful now, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Keep teasing me like that, and I might just decide to lick up every last drop of our mess."

Aegon's tongue flicks out, tracing the shell of your ear. "I'd start at your ankles," he purrs, his hand sliding down your thigh, "and work my way up. Slowly. Thoroughly. Until I reach the source of all that sweetness."

He nips at your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. "By the time I'm done, you'll be begging me to fuck you again. Right there on the bathroom floor, against the cold tiles."

Aegon pulls back, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Or," he says, his voice taking on a note of challenge, "I could always just pick you up and carry you to the shower myself. Hold you close as the water cascades over our skin. Wash every inch of you until you're all clean and fresh and ready for me again."

He raises an eyebrow, a cocky smirk on his face. "What's it gonna be, baby? You gonna let me take care of you?" Aegon waits for your response, his body already responding to the images his words have conjured.

Your breath hitched as his words sent a shiver down your spine. Your messy cunny ached to be filled by him again, the empty throb almost unbearable.

Images of him in the shower filled your mind - wet, glistening, covered in soap. You whined softly, clinging to him like a desperate puppy. You needed his touch, his hands, his cock. Anything.

Gods, he made you absolutely insatiable. "Please," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Aegon groans at your needy whimper, your desperate plea. Fuck, he loves seeing you like this, all wanton and wild-eyed, begging for his touch. It's the biggest fucking turn-on, knowing he's the one who drove you to this point, reduced you to a quivering mess.

"That's it, baby," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me what you need. Beg me for it."

Aegon's hands roam your body, squeezing, kneading, teasing. He dips his fingers between your legs, feeling the slick heat of your arousal. You're dripping for him, practically gushing, and the knowledge sends a surge of pride through him.

He circles your clit with his thumb, drawing out a gasp from your lips. "You want my cock, don't you?" he purrs, pressing a finger inside you, then another. "Want me to fill you up, fuck you until you can't walk straight."

Aegon pumps his fingers in and out, curling them, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. You clench around him, trying to pull him further, and he chuckles darkly.

"Greedy little thing," he murmurs, his other hand coming up to pinch and twist your nipple. "You'll never get enough of me, will you? No matter how many times I fuck you, it's never enough." All you can do is nod in response, quiet gasps escaping from your parted lips.

He leans down, biting at your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. A reminder of who you belong to, who owns this body, this heart, this soul.

"I'm going to fuck you in the shower," he promises, his voice low and serious. "Going to bend you over and take you from behind, so hard and deep you'll forget your own name." All you can do is nod in response,

You walk your fingers down Aegon's chest, marvelling at the hard planes of his muscles. "Mmm, you’re gonna clean me up?" You purr in a breathy tone, your eyes sparkling.

You lean in close, your lips brushing against his ear. "Let me take care of you," you breathe, your hand trailing lower, skimming over his abs. "I want to make you feel good too."

You nip at his earlobe, tugging on it gently. "I'll lick up every last drop," you promise, your voice low and husky. "Make you clean."

Aegon inhales sharply as your teeth graze his earlobe, your words sending a jolt of electricity straight to his cock. Fuck, the way you talk, the promises you make, it's enough to drive a man wild. To reduce him to a panting, desperate beast, ready to do anything, say anything, just to feel your mouth on him.

"Careful, baby," he warns, his voice rough and gravelly. "Keep talking like that, and I might just bend you over the bed and fuck that pretty mouth of yours."

Aegon's hand tangles in your hair, tugging gently, urging you closer. "You want to taste me, don't you?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "Want to wrap those soft lips around my cock and feel it slide down your throat."

He rocks his hips forward, grinding his hardness against your stomach. "I'd fuck your face so hard," he promises, his grip tightening in your hair. "Use your mouth like it's my own personal toy. Make you choke on my dick until you're dizzy and light-headed, begging for mercy."

"But first," he growls, his fingers circling your clit, "I'm going to eat this pretty cunt until you're screaming my name. Make you come on my tongue, my fingers, my cock. Over and over again, until you can't take it anymore."

He kisses you then, hard and dirty, all tongue and teeth and pent-up aggression. A bruising, brutal kiss that leaves you breathless and aching and needing so much more.

"Shower," he rasps against your lips. "Now."

You nod eagerly, a needy whimper escaping your lips as you grind your hips against his hand. "Yes," you breathe, your voice trembling with desire. "Shower…”

He captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans, and your breathless little gasps. His tongue delves into your mouth, claiming you, owning you, branding you as his.

When he finally pulls back, you're both panting, your cheeks flushed and your eyes glazed with lust. Aegon stands, effortlessly lifting you into his arms.

He carries you to the bathroom, your bodies still locked together, your skin slick with sweat and arousal. He sets you down on the cool marble floor, never breaking the kiss.

"On your knees," he commands, his voice low and authoritative.

You obey immediately, sinking to the floor. Aegon steps into the shower, turning on the spray. Water cascades over his body, plastering his hair to his head, and running in rivulets down his chest and abs.

"Be a good girl and clean me up," he orders, gathering shampoo in his hands.

"Use your tongue, baby."

The demand hangs in the air, heavy and dripping with promise. Aegon stands under the spray, the water beating down on his skin, waiting for you to obey. Waiting for you to worship him the way he deserves.

You tentatively approach Aegon's throbbing cock, your tongue out in anticipation. Your heart races as you take in the sight of him, standing tall and proud under the spray, water cascading over him.

You start with little kitten licks along his shaft, your tongue darting out to taste his salty skin. You trace the thick veins running along his length, marvelling at the size of him, the hardness.

Encouraged by Aegon's low groan of approval, you wrap your lips around the leaking tip of his cock. You taste his pre-cum on your tongue and can't help but moan, the sound muffled by his thick flesh filling your mouth.

You start to bob your head, taking him deeper with each pass. Your hands come up to grip his hips for balance as you lose yourself in pleasuring him, in worshipping his cock with your mouth.

Aegon's head falls back with a guttural groan, fingers threading through your hair. "Fuck, just like that," he grunts, his hips rocking into your face. "Take it deeper, baby. Choke on my cock like the good little girl you are."

"That's it, baby," he groans, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take it deeper. Worship my cock like you mean it."

His hips roll forward slightly, pushing his length further into the velvet heat of your mouth. He can feel your tongue swirling around him, tracing the sensitive underside, teasing the weeping slit.

As you eagerly suck on Aegon's throbbing cock, you feel his hands gently threading through your hair. The sensation of his fingers massaging your scalp as he lathers your hair with shampoo makes you moan around his thick shaft, your eyes fluttering closed in pure bliss. Aegon's tender touch, mixed with the dominant way he uses your mouth to pleasure himself, has you absolutely lost in the moment, craving more of his delicious cock.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," he pants, his eyes locked on the erotic sight of you on your knees, his cock disappearing between your lips. "Such a good girl for me, so obedient, so eager to please."

He rocks his hips in time with your bobbing head, setting a steady rhythm, a tempo that has him hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. You gag a little, but it only spurs him on, making him thrust deeper, harder.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice rough and authoritative. "I want to see those pretty eyes of yours when you swallow my cock."

He pulls back slightly, letting you catch your breath, before pushing forward again. His cock stretches your lips, fills your mouth, dominates your senses. The taste of him, the weight of him, the sheer size of him - it's overwhelming, consuming, all-encompassing.

You gaze up at Aegon through your lashes, your eyes glossy and unfocused. His hands grip your hair, holding you steady as he shampoos your hair and thrusts into your mouth, his thick cock stretching your lips obscenely. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes off the tiled walls, mingling with your muffled moans. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blink them back, determined to take every inch of him.

You can feel your own arousal dripping down your thighs, pooling on the cold, wet floor beneath you. The sharp contrast of the hard tile against your skin only serves to heighten your desire.

You hollow your cheeks, sucking harder, faster, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock. You can taste the salt of his pre-cum on your tongue, the musky scent of him filling your nostrils. It's intoxicating, overwhelming, driving you wild with lust.

"Such a good little girl," Aegon growls, his hips snapping forward, burying himself deep in your throat. "You love having your pretty mouth used like this, don't you?"

You moan around his length, the degradation and praise only fuelling your desire.

Aegon groans deeply, his cock throbbing in your mouth as he thrusts into your warm, welcoming depths. He savours the sweet submission in your glazed eyes, the way your throat constricts around him as he claims your mouth.

"That's it, baby," he growls, his pace increasing, fucking into your face with abandon. "Take it all. Every fucking inch. You're mine, all mine."

He pulls your head forward, burying his cock to the hilt. You gag and splutter around him, but he doesn't relent, keeping you in place until tears stream down your cheeks.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful like this," he rasps, his thumbs brushing away your tears. "My perfect little cocksucker. Sodesperate for me, so hungry for my cum."

Aegon pulls back, letting you gasp for air, before ramming back in, setting a brutal pace. The wet, obscene sounds of your blowjob fill the steamy bathroom, mixing with his grunts and your muffled moans.

"Gonna fuck this pretty face until you're choking on my cock," he promises darkly, his eyes blazing with lust. "Gonna pump you full of my seed, mark you inside and out as mine."

His balls tighten, his thrusts becoming erratic as he nears his peak. "Get ready, baby," he warns, his voice strained."Gonna cum down your throat. Swallow every last drop like a good girl."

With a final thrust, Aegon explodes, his cock pulsing as he empties himself into your waiting mouth.

"Fuck, yes!" Aegon roars, his cock erupting in your mouth, pumping load after load of thick, hot cum directly into your stomach. Thick, hot ropes of cum coat your tongue, fill your cheeks, and you swallow greedily, eagerly, determined not to waste a single precious drop. His whole body shudders as he empties himself inside you, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over him until he's spent, drained, utterly satisfied.

You swallow every drop of Aegon's thick cum, a few pearly white strands clinging to your chin. As you pull back, gasping for breath, you can't help but cough, your throat used and raw from his brutal thrusts.

You gaze up at Aegon through your lashes, eyes big and doe-like. Your eyes are still a bit unfocused, glassy with lust and submission. Shampoo suds cling to your hair, waiting to be rinsed away.

Aegon's chest heaves as he catches his breath, his cock slowly softening in your mouth. He looks down at you, his eyes dark and intense, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"Fuck, baby," he rasps, his voice low and husky. "You took my cock so well. Such a good little cocksucker for me."

He reaches down, cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away the stray drops of cum clinging to your chin. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice filled with possessive pride. "My perfect little princess, all used and marked up."

Aegon straightens up, his hands going to your hair, massaging the shampoo into your scalp. "Let's get you cleaned up, baby," he says, his tone gentler now, almost tender. "Can't have you walking around dirty."

He takes his time rinsing the suds from your hair, his fingers never stopping their gentle massage. The warm water cascades over your body, washing away the evidence of your debauchery, but leaving the memories, the imprint of his touch, his possession.

You hum softly as Aegon's strong fingers work the shampoo through your hair, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss. His thorough ministrations send shivers of pleasure racing down your spine, the warmth of the water and his touch melding into pure magic.

"There. All clean. But don't think for a second that we're done, baby."

His lips crash against yours in another bruising kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, staking his claim, marking you as his.

When his lips claim yours in a searing kiss, you meet his passion with your own, your tongue tangling with his in a sensual dance. The taste of him, the feel of him, it's intoxicating, addictive.

But as the kiss deepens, your knees begin to tremble, the ache of kneeling on the hard, unforgiving tiles finally catching up with you. With a soft whimper, you carefully manoeuvre your body, settling onto the cool floor. The change in position allows the warm spray to soothe the dull throb, and you lean back against the wall, letting the water cascade over your shoulders.

Aegon's eyes darken as you lay back, your body relaxed and pliant in his wake. He drinks in the sight of you sprawled there, wet and wanton, completely at his mercy.

He steps out of the spray, water sluicing down his chiselled body, dripping from his hair, and his stubble. "Look at you," he growls, his voice low and rough. "So fucking beautiful, baby. So perfect."

Aegon drops to his knees, his hands skimming up your thighs, parting them. He leans in, his breath hot against your sex. "I can smell how wet you are," he murmurs, his fingers ghosting over your clit. "Fuck, you're dripping for me, aren't you?"

Without warning, he dives in, his tongue delving into your folds, lapping at your essence. He groans at the taste of you, heady and sweet, pure ambrosia.

"Taste so fucking good," he grunts, his tongue circling your clit, flicking, teasing, driving you wild. "Could eat this pretty cunt all day."

His fingers join the fray, plunging into your heat, curling, stroking, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. He sets a relentless pace, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Gonna clean you up, baby," he growls, his words vibrating against your sensitive flesh. "Gonna swallow every drop of your sweet cream."

You whimper and gasp as Aegon's skilled tongue and lips work their magic on your throbbing pussy. Your fingers tangle in his wet hair, tugging him closer, urging him deeper. "Oh gods, Aegon… Yes, more!" You mewl wantonly, your back arching off the slick tiles. Pleasure sparks through your nerves with each flick and swirl of his tongue.

The lewd sounds of his feasting echo obscenely in the steamy bathroom. You writhe and buck shamelessly against his face, too lost in ecstasy to care how desperate and needy you must look. All that matters is chasing more of this bliss he's giving me.

"Please, Aegon, I'm so close…" You whine, eyes rolling back as his tongue zeroes in on your aching clit. Your thighs quiver and clench around his head, your hips rolling feverishly. You can feel the telltale tingle building low in your belly, coiling tighter and tighter.

Aegon growls against your pussy, his fingers digging into your thighs as he devours you. The vibrations of his voice against your sensitive flesh make you buck and moan, your hips grinding against his face, seeking more, more, more.

He laps at your clit, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking rapidly. At the same time, he pushes two fingers deep inside you, crooking them just so, rubbing against that spot that makes you see stars.

"That's it, baby," he rasps, his words muffled, his voice dripping with lust. "Ride my face. Fuck my mouth. Let me hear how good I make you feel."

Aegon can feel you tightening, your walls fluttering around his fingers. He doubles his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, pushing you to the brink.

"Gonna cum for me?" he asks, his voice a dark promise. "Gonna soak my face? Paint me with your cream?"

He seals his lips around your clit and sucks hard, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers piston in and out, in and out, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust.

Your moans echo off the tiled walls, your body writhing under his relentless assault. Pressure builds deep in your belly, coiling tighter and tighter with each flick of his tongue, each thrust of his fingers.

"That's it, baby," Aegon rasps, his voice rough with lust. "Cum for me. Let go. Give me everything."

With a keening cry, you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your thighs clamp around his head, your hips bucking wildly as you ride out the intense waves of pleasure.

Aegon laps it all up, his tongue greedily licking and sucking, prolonging your climax until you're boneless and spent, collapsed against the wall, gasping for breath.

You try to catch your breath as your release trickles down your inner thighs, leaving a sticky trail. With each inhale and exhale, your ample breasts rise and fall, the soft flesh jiggling enticingly.

Reaching out, you gently caress Aegon's cheek, silently praising him for bringing me such exquisite pleasure. Your fingertips trace the sharp line of his jaw, the stubble that has grown there, before delving into his damp hair.

You pull him into you, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss, pouring all your gratitude and adoration into the press of your mouth against his. Aegon responds eagerly, his kiss consuming, all-encompassing, leaving you breathless once more.

As you break apart, you gaze up at him through your lashes, a soft, sated smile on your lips. "I love you," you murmur.

Aegon's heart swells at your words, your tender touch, the love shining in your eyes. He leans into your caress, his eyes fluttering closed, savouring the feel of your fingers in his hair, the soft press of your lips against his.

When you pull back, he gazes down at you, his expression open, vulnerable in a way he rarely allows himself to be. "Love you too, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion. "So fucking much."

He rests his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. At this moment, the rest of the world falls away - there is only you, only this. The love, the connection, the rightness of it all.

"You're mine," he whispers fiercely, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close. "Mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to protect. Always."

Aegon seals his vow with a kiss, deep and passionate, pouring all his love, all his devotion into the press of his lips against yours. He loses himself in you.

"Now let's get clean… and actually shower this time," he says with a chuckle, holding his hand out to you and pulling you up. "And then we can order food and watch whatever you want," Aegon murmurs against your neck and places a kiss in the crook of your neck.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months ago

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Stolen Goods 4

Warnings: noncon and other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.

Ft. Lloyd Hansen, petite!pregnant reader

I also beg of you to leave me some tuppence in the form of a comment and/or reblog. You are cherished!

Enjoy, my loverlies.

Lloyd drags you up the stairs. You can do nothing but pad after him, too confused and terrified to resist this madman. If he’s the type to go shopping and come home with a whole person, you’re not sure you want to find out what else he’s capable off. That holster on his belt keeps your thoughts from straying too.

His hold on your wrist makes you itch, a heat creeping up from his touch, encasing you in the rising panic that comes with the drop in adrenaline. This is really real. This is horrifying! It’s deranged. This strange man took you and now you’re in this strange place. You’re pregnant and scared and dizzy.

“Oof,” you stumble forward and nearly hit the wall before Lloyd diverts you and pulls you against him.

As you collide, he brings his hand to the small of your back and urges you close, “where are you off to, sugar mama?”

“No... no... where,” you flutter your lashes at him, “I’m...” you gulp and your stomach lets out a loud growl. You look down and back up at him, embarrassed. “I’m dizzy.”

He considers you, his stache slanting with his lips as he sucks his teeth, “mm, yes, I remember. You’re supposed to feed your pets.” He chuckles as he drags his hand up your side and over your arm. He boops your nose and turns back to his course, “don’t worry, sunshine, I’ma get you all snug as a bug and you can eat cake off my abs.”

“Huh?” You babble as you wobble after him mindlessly.

“Kidding, unless you wanna...” he looks over his shoulder and winks.

“N-nooo,” you stammer.

He laughs again. You don’t see how he can be so unbothered by all of this. It’s like Jake when he zones out halfway through a conversation about something important. The thought of fiance sets a grimmer cast over the whole twisted situation.

“You can’t... you can’t do this,” you wisp, “how can you... I’m a person. I... I’m pregnant.”

“Oh yes, you are,” he purrs as he stops at a door, pushing down the handle and swinging it open, “nice and luscious.”

“Ew.”

“Ripe,” he remarks.

Another swell of disgust rises and you frown. He moves you ahead of him and lets you go as he nudges you into the room. It smells like the cologne roiling off of him. You look around at the large bed draped in silk and tiger print, a theme consistent across the decor and furniture that fills the space.

“No,” you turn and he catches you around the hips.

“No? Honey cakes, you’re in it now. The only words I wanna hear are yes, more, or harder.”

“Stop,” you slap his torso, just below his chest as he pens you in, “stop! You can’t--” you whine desperately.

“I’m doing it. Look, do you know how many people have told me I can’t? And you know what happened? I did. And most of those fuckers had guns so...”

“Guns?” You blanch and shake your head, “I don’t...” your eyes fall to his belt and he puts his hand on the pistol and tuts.

“Don’t even try it,” he warns, “don’t you wanna be a good mama? That means you need to protect your baby,” he trails his hand over to your stomach and spreads his fingers wide, “so behave, sweetheart, or my tone’s gonna change real fast.”

You shudder and look up at him with round eyes, a gleam of tears along the brim. You bring your hand over his instinctively and wince. You sniffle and try to shove his touch away.

“Please, my baby--” you begin.

“Don’t, with the eyes, and the lip,” he huffs.

“I’m... I’m not doing anything.”

“Stop,” he brings his hand up to tap your lower lip, “it’s just making me harder.”

“Why are you doing this?” You beg as you back away from him.

“I don’t know, I’m bored,” he shrugs, “I like the way your belly felt when I was up on you. Like to get a handful once I got you bent over--”

“Ugh, why are you so gross?”

He flinches and arches a brow, “gross? Excuse me?”

“Yes, why are you being so nasty. I’m pregnant. Don’t you have any respect?”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “we both know how you got that way so don’t be such a fucking prude.” He steps closer, bearing down on you as you back up, “you’re only salty ‘cause his dick was too short, huh?”

“You don’t know him. Or me.”

“I know those tits are driving me crazy and that you didn’t make a peep in that fucking store. You just stood there and let me slide right in, didn’t you? Maybe you wanna act all prim and proper, sweet pea, but we were both there. We both know you wanted it,” he snorts, “otherwise you would’ve... done absolutely anything. You didn’t. You just stood there.”

You take another step back and put your hands over your chest. His eyes follows the movement and he licks his lips.

“Hey, let’s be honest with each other. We gonna have to get to know each other, right, so I’m going to be straight with you,” he shows his palms and grins, “I fucking loved it too. I’m sure you could feel it like a lightning rod just zimmmmm, struck by the moment.”

“Oh god,” you hiss.

“Sex god, sure, but that’s just a little sample of the kielbasa--”

You cover your face and tune him out as your embarrassment turns white hot above the flame of your guilt. He’s right. You didn’t stop him and you felt that tingle. You didn’t hate it. Scared, yes, but you were wet. Ugh, what’s wrong with you? Can you really blame the hormones?

“Sweetie, where--”

You walk to the bed and turn, plopping down on your bum, and cradle your head. The tears spill out and you sob. He’s quiet as you devolve into your emotions.

“Hey, woah, woah, woah, don’t cry,” he steps forward with a tenuous lean, “hey, baby, tell me what you want and I’ll make it better? Want me to lick it?”

“No!” You sneer between your fingers, “I want to go home.”

“We just talked about this. Anything else?”

Your lashes are webbed with tears and your eyes raw. You wiggle your nose and wipe it as you uncover your face. Your stomach gurgles painfully.

“Cheesecake,” you murmur, “triple fudge with an oreo crust--”

“Triple-- oreo--” he chokes out and taps his toe, hands framing his hips, “right. That actually sounds delicious. Good idea, tootsie roll.”

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #stolen goods #drabble #au #series #the gray man

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froggybells · 6 months ago

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So What’s the Deal? 2

Sanemi x Fem!Reader

a/n: WOOO PART 2! ugh i love him he’s so cute my little baby i just want to smooch him. im trying to get better at daily updates, my bad 🥲

synop: training arc!

word count: 1.2k

Part 1 —> here

“Good morning Shinazugawa! I see you’re training the slayers quite early today!”

He turns his head at the sound of your voice, his heart doing a flip inside of his chest when he sees you. He hadn’t expected you to come this early to talk about the date. “Tch- you’re here early. I was just training these idiots. You can’t fight an upper rank id you can’t get up at 6 IN THE FUCKING MORNING!” He stands up straight, finally turning to look at you, taking in your appearance.

“Let’s go inside! I’m sure everyone could use a break by now!” Turning to the other slayers, you decide to take charge. “Everyone! It’s time to take a break! Shinzugawa and I will be inside-” “Don’t fucking bother us unless someone is dead!” He snarls at the slayers.

”Hurry it up,” he says as you shove him inside “I don’t have all day to mess around with you.” You shut the door behind the two of you, giggling while you speak .

”I thought you liked it when I boss you around?” You tease. “Of course I don’t, I can’t stand when you boss me around.” He says through gritted teeth, and a little too quickly. His eyes narrowed as he looked at you.

“Then why do you always blush when I talk to you?” You learn forward, interested im his response. He flinches as you lean forward, the red on his face darkening as you get into his personal space. He growls, looking away from you and refusing to make eye contact out of embarrassment. “I-I’m not blushing! Who said I was blushing, you idiot?!”

You place a hand on his cheek, smiling. “Your face is red as a beet! You’re so cute Sanemi!” He hisses when you place your hand on his cheek, though he is unable to resist the urge to lean into your touch. Damn, you’re making him all fluttery. “Shut up! I’m not cute, I’m fierce and intimidating!”

You can’t help but laugh. “Oh yes, Sanemi. So Fierce! That’s why you agreed to the date right? To prove how intimidating you are?” He scowls at your teasing tone, although he finds himself unable to say anything back, knowing you’re right. He agreed to the date because he was weak against your stubbornness- although he’ll never admit it himself. “S-Shut up!”

You smirk. “Wanna know a secret?” You lean in towards him. “I would love to kiss you right now.” His breath hitches as you lean close to his ear. He can feel the warmth of your breath against his skin, the closeness between you making his heart skip a beat. Dammit, hes unable to look you in the eye as his mind is flooded with the thought of your lips against his.

He swallows, trying to force the words out of his mouth.

“Then do it.”

Within an instant, your lips are on his, and you can feel a jolt of electricity go through your bodies, causing him to let out a low sigh as he kisses you back. His eyes flutter closed, completely entrapped in the moment. He’s never felt like this before- not even with any of the girl’s he had slept with over the years.

He reaches a hand up to cup the back of your head, pulling you in closer as he deepens the kiss.

“W-Wait!” You say as you pull away. The sudden absence of your lips against his leaves him feeling slightly dazed. “Before we go any further,” You say in between breaths, “Before we go any further, I want you to know that I don’t want this to be a fling! I want you to be mine, all mine.”

He takes a moment to recover, processing your words. He’s slightly taken aback by your confession, never thinking you would want him that way. “Fine. I’m yours, all yours, got it?” You quickly press a small peck to his cheek. “Are you being serious?”

”Of course I’m being serious, idiot.” He mutters, moving his hands to gently hold your hips, pulling you closer to him.

”Do you think the Master will be upset?” He looks down at you for a moment, considering your words. “It’s not forbidden…” You start, “But it is frowned upon.” Despite all the respect Sanemi has for his Master, he couldn’t help but feel this way. “We could keep it a secret?” He proposes. You stop for a second, thinking to yourself. His grip on your hips tighten as he pulls you flush against his body.

“Nemi! We still have to be professional!” You giggle as he peppers kisses on your cheeks. “I don’t know how I can be professional around you, you’re too damn distracting!”

Your conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. Sanemi groans in annoyance at the sound of the door, pulling away from you to shout at whoever is on the other side. “What?!”

“Sir! The yellow haired boy has escaped from where you tied him up!” A nervous voice said from the other side of the door. ‘Yellow haired boy?’ You thought. “TIED UP?!” You yelled, looking at Sanemi. “Why would you tie up a child?!”

”H-He was annoying! He cried too much!” Sanemi argued back. He groaned in annoyance. “I’ll be right back, let me go find this little shit.”

You follow along. “I don’t think you can be trusted with children…” You frown, following quickly behind him.

“-ITS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH! I’M GOING TO BE KILLED!” The yellow haired boy screamed.

“Oi.” Sanemi said, reaching his hand out to grab the boy, revealing another one underneath. “Make your choice. Come back to practice or die.” He said coldly.

You quickly go to remove his hand, swatting him away.

“UWAHHHHH!!!! A PRINCESS! A PRINCESS HAS COME TO SAVE ME! TANJIRO!! ARE YOU SEEING THIS????!!!” You quickly drop the boy, rushing to Tanjiro’s side.

“Tanjiro! Long time no see! How are you? How’s your sister? You’re looking taller! Have you been eating enough?!” You said, pestering him with questions. Sanemi’s presence got darker. “Y/N. Don’t talk to him.”

You sigh. “Sanemi, hush. He took on an upper moon! I’m curious!” You say. “Actually, I heard your brother was there too!”

“I don’t have a brother.” You groaned. “Ugh. Get over yourself. Of course you do.” You look to the sky, noticing the position of the sun. “Well, I’ve got to go! Tanjiro,” You say, getting close to his face. “Don’t let this bozo bully you! My Estate is close to here! Feel free to come and get me if he bothers you, ‘kay?” You swiftly make your leave, then hear a scream behind you.

‘Yellow haired boy.’ You thought.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #demon slayer sanemi #sanemi x reader #kny angst #kimetsu no yaiba #kny fluff

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4ttack-ur-heart · 2 years ago

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Jean Hc’s: Mf Whipped

Pairing: Jean x gn! reader modern au!

Warnings: none

Summary: Just jean not wanting to admit he’s a big softie when it comes to you.

Genre: fluff.

He’d never admit it to anyone, but Jean is the biggest softie when it comes to loving you.

Jean will absolutely hold your hand in public, kiss you, open the door for you, but he will never let anyone find out how much he’ll do for you.

Fuck, you wanna do a face mask at midnight? He’ll clip his hair back and have you apply it on him. You want to slow dance with him after watching a romcom movie? He’s there with his phone blasting pretty music. You need to talk to him after a bad day? Jean will leave his friends to make sure you’re taken care of.

He’s a simp.

But he tries to hide it.

It’s so funny when you catch on.

One day, you both were sitting at the park, hidden away from public eyes. Flowers littered around you both and you absentmindedly starting to pluck a few.

Jeans head was laying in your lap, arms crossed behind his head. His view was gazing at the clouds slowly passing by along, eyes darting to your face every few minutes with a longing smile.

“What are you doing?” He asked now with his eyes closed. He could feel your fingertips brushing along his hair every few moments and an extra weight of something being placed on him.

“Nothing, don’t move.”

Jean chuckled at your words, obviously amused in what you were doing.

After placing the last flower in his hair, you quickly snapped a picture on your phone before he noticed something was up.

“Can I look now?”

“Ugh, fine but don’t sit up.” You told him and he grabbed his phone and switched on his camera. A small smile gracing his features when he saw various amounts of little white daisies and yellow dandelions placed in his hair.

“You look so pretty.” You gushed and leaned down to kiss him.

Jean blushed a little and you had to resist the urge to tease him. His usual ‘strong man’ barrier always broke when it was just you two alone.

Jean poked at daisies before plucking one out of his hair and gently brushing your hair back and placing it behind your ear.

“There, now we both look pretty.”

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A few days later, you were on the couch scrolling through your Instagram feed, liking your friends’ posts and commenting on a few.

Your notifications were piling in since you just posted a few pictures of some selfies you took, but the last one was something special.

“(Y/n)!” Jeans voice called through the apartment.

“Yeah?” You innocently looked up at him when he entered the room.

“Care to explain this, doll?”

Jean shoved his phone in your face and you had to blink a few times to clearly see.

A smirk grew on your face when you realized he found your special picture on the post you shared. Staring at the platform more, you realized Eren had reposted your post with the picture of Jean you had taken at the park.

The picture showed him laying down on your lap, his eyes closed and his lips were slightly parted. The little flowers in his hair were vibrant against his ashen brown locks and a small pink dust coated his cheeks from the sun. You also didn’t forget to capture the way his muscles were showing through his shirt as his arms were flexed behind his head.

You could see Eren had minimized your post on his story, the phrase ‘mf whipped fr 🤝’ in blocky letter captioned underneath the post.

A sudden laugh caught Jean off guard as he watched your reaction. You knew Eren supported your relationship to the max, but that doesn’t mean he still can’t tease Jean about it.

Looking at his face, Jean was trying to hide his amused face under a glare.

“Relax, my little flower.” You cooed in a baby voice and gently squeezed his face under your palms. “I was just showing the world how much I love you…unless you’d rather me take it down?” Your eyebrow rose as you pouted. You knew he’d never ask you to that.

He let out a soft sigh and locked his phone. “No, don’t take it down. But you owe me! I need to post another video of me working out.”

You playfully rolled your eyes as Jeans thoughts were rambling out loud.

“I’ll invite Eren to work out with me, yeah. Then when we post the video, it’ll be obvious I’m bigger than him. God damn, I’m a genius.”

Standing up, you gave him a soft peck on the cheek before walking to the bathroom.

“I’m gonna do a face mask right now, babe.”

“Wait for me!”

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idkwhatever580 · 6 months ago

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Admiring

Masterlist

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Prompt/Request: I would like a sweet Natasha x reader @cactus-cuddler

A/N: I hope I did it justice!! And lmk if you want to be added to my permanent tag list!!

Y/n’s pov

I roll over when my alarm goes off.

I quickly turn it off because it’s annoying as hell but whatever.

I then turn back around and tell myself I’m staying in bed for five more minutes.

Then I furrow my eyebrows and peek my eyes open when I realize the other side of the bed is still warm.

I see my redhead sleeping soundly and I squint.

I close my eyes and try to think although it is hard given I just woke up.

I double check the time to make sure I didn’t set the wrong alarm and when I see it is proper time for me to get up I am even more confused.

Natasha is never in bed this late. Like never.

Unless she’s sick.

Shit. Is she sick?

I reach over and place my hand on her forehead to feel if she’s warm and she is not.

I go to wake her up but then she looks so peaceful so I just decide to cuddle her a bit.

I end up staring at her. She’s so pretty. The way her nose crinkles a bit every now and then. And how her lips fall open slightly.

Her beautiful red hair. God I love her hair.

“Staring is rude you know?”

She mumbles out.

I roll my eyes and say

“I’m admiring. That’s not such a crime is it?”

She smiles and peeks her eyes open and I say

“Are you feeling alright?”

She nods her head and says

“Why?”

I shake mine and say

“You never sleep in unless you’re sick. So I was concerned.”

I pause briefly and then say

“You’d tell me if you didn’t feel alright would you?”

She giggles and nods her head and says

“I just wanted to stay in bed. Have a chill day.”

I raise my eyebrows and say

“Natasha? Skipping training? Now I know she’s really sick.”

She chuckles at my quip and says

“We should skip work today”

I tilt my head and say

“Baby. I can’t. We have things to do”

“Ugh but it’s just one day! I never ask for this. Please baby?”

She whips out the puppy eyes and I can’t resist them so I say

“Okay fine, but when I get in trouble you’re answering to nick for me”

She smiles and says

“We will just call in sick”

I smile and say

“I like that idea.”

I give her a quick kiss and then I say

“Well. If we’re ‘sick’ then we should go back to bed and sleep in more huh?” I’m

She nods her head and says

“I like your thinking”

I straddle her lap and lay down resting my head on her chest and I breathe in a sigh of content.

I am unable to fall back asleep but I bask in Natasha’s warmth while she gets some much needed rest in.

After about another hour and a half Natasha starts waking up again as I am just playing with her hair.

She smiles at me and I don’t notice that she is awake yet since I am still resting my head on her chest.

Then she moves her hand to my chin and pulls me toward her for a kiss and I obviously kiss back.

And the initial kiss turns into something more. But I push her away and she pouts and I shake my head.

She doesn’t question it like a good girlfriend but she does say

“Are you alright?”

I smile and nod my head. I usually am in the mood so she makes sure to check on me if I ever refuse her advances.

“We’re having a chill day remember? Sick day? Those activities are neither chill nor are they sick activities”

She smiles and rolls her eyes. Then she gets a mischievous glint in her eyes. I raise an eyebrow but before I can think anything else she tackles me into the bed and starts tickling me until I tap out.

We end up watching a few movies until we can’t watch anymore and nat says

“Ugh. I’m bored”

I nod my head and she says

“What should we do?”

She props herself up on her elbow and I do the same to face her. I say

“I dunno”

Then I get a great idea. I smirk and say

“Give me a show”

She raises her eyebrows and sits up.

“A show?”

I nod my head and sit up a bit too

“A show.”

She studies me and says

“What kind of show?”

I smile and say

“Not a dirty show. Sing for me. Make it fun. Put on a show!”

She chuckles at how my eyes light up at the thought of a funny show with a song.

“I don’t know about that one detka”

“I love your voice. Oh please please puhleasee”

I beg her and she gives in almost immediately. She chuckles and says

“Okay but you’re gonna have to cover your eyes until I’m ready”

I nod my head and cover my eyes faster than she can see and she goes to the closet to get herself ready.

I hear her rummaging through our stuff and I also hear her open a box. I can only assume she’s getting out the props I keep for team nights. We like to have props sometimes.

Then I see a hand come out of the closet and set down our speaker. That same hand turns it on and some music starts playing.

I immediately recognize the song as take me or leave me from rent.

I love singing that song with her and it is one of my top favorite musicals.

She sticks a leg out and I see that she put on some fishnets and I smile.

Then she steps out and I drag my eyes up her Fran and she’s wearing a cute and sexy outfit but she’s holding a fake microphone and she has a pink wig on that makes me burst out laughing.

“Every single day. I walk down the street. I hear folks say ‘baby’s so sweet’”

I chuckle as she sings the part that I usually sing. Whenever I make nat sing with me I usually take Maureen’s part and she takes Joanne’s but apparently she’s taking it.

“Ever since puberty everybody stares at me boys girls I can’t help it baby. So be kind and don’t lose your mind just remember you’re my baby!”

I smile and start singing the chorus with her

“Take me for what I am who I was meant to be. And if you give a damn take me baby! Or leave me”

She walks around the room and sways her hips to the beat having fun with it. I just smile and admire her. And I sing the part that Joanne has.

When it gets to the bridge, Nat sits on my lap and we go back and forth like Maureen and Joanne do in the musical.

I’m having so much fun and it’s so funny to see her with this pink wig on.

She finishes the song and we both say their parting words in unison.

“Guess I’m leaving. I’m gone”

Then she stands up at takes the wig off. I start clapping a lot and she bows for me and then when she stands up I give her an eyebrow and say

“So…”

She then says

“So?”

I smile and continue

“Are you gonna take me? Or leave me?”

I dramatically throw my head back with my hand on my forehead and she says

“Oh I’m taking you.”

I smile and say

“Chappell roan?”

She gets my reference and says with an affirming tone

“Hot to go”

I smile and say

“Good luck babe because I heard that this one is tough to love”

Then Nat straddles my waist and says

“But when she loves. She loves hard. And the outcome is so worth it”

I smile and pucker my lips for a kiss. I wait patiently but my kiss never comes so my lips form into a pout as I open my eyes to see what could possibly be hindering her from kissing me and she is just staring at me.

Well. Not really at me. It’s more like she’s zoned out so I wave my hand in front of her face and say

“Staring is rude y’know?”

She smiles and copies my earlier statement

“I’m just admiring”

I smile and my cheeks heat up a bit from the feeling I have under her loving gaze.

“I love you Nat. You know that right?”

She smiles and finally kisses me and when she pulls away she says

“You have proven to me that you love me over and over again. Of course I know it.”

I smugly smile and say

“And I’ll keep proving it until it is written on the walls of your heart”

She smiles and kisses me softly.

“I love you too detka. More than you’ll ever know”

I smile and kiss her nose.

“Good because if you ever decide you don’t and you want to leave me then I have pictures of you singing rent and dancing for me”

She scoffs at my sinister smile and says

“Good thing you won’t have to blackmail me with that. And if you ever do I will probably deserve it.”

I smile and we finish the day with lots of cuddles and movies.

As Nat and I are falling asleep in each others arms as our night is closing. I think to myself.

I’m gonna marry her one day

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A/N: I hope you like this one!!!

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msookyspooky · 14 days ago

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Fours a Franchise

Part 18

wordcount: 8,257

You gasped against Stu's lips before you jerked away. Hand raising to smack him for doing that ahile you were vulnerable and angry and-

He grabbed your wrist before you could slap him. You glared and went to use the other hand before he grabbed that one too. Stu gave you a flirty, coy little grin at having both your wrist in his large hands as a frustrated growl of annoyance ripped from your throat. Face hot and head thumping as you nudged him in the gut with your knee.

“Ugh!-” He gasped. Air momentarily knocked out of him as you barely nudged his stitched up abdomen. You shot up and rushed to the door; Your own hurt body be damned.

You were fucking humiliated! Of course he made this a joke, of course he just liked seeing you riled up, he was the most confusing impulsive god forsaken freak you ever met other than the other asshole in the living room.

“No, wait!” He quickly rushed and blocked the door in a panic. Grimacing with the movement. “Don't.”

You glared, “Move, Stu! I wanted to talk; not you look for an opportunity.”

“Sweetcheeks, please.” He begged.

“No! Damn it, Stu. I'm done. Ya know what? Think whatever you want. If you want to believe I was madly in love or I hated you or I lied or me and Billy are a thing; think whatever! I'm tired of the insults and manipulation-”

“YN!” He pleaded as he flushed himself against the press board door. Still banged up from earlier and from the last few days. “Don't go…Please don't go. I'm sorry, okay? I don't think you're easy, I don't think you're a bitch, I don't think you hate me I-” His voice wavered.

You held your glare as he stared at you and continued his plight. “I'm hurt, okay? I'm just saying shit and I know I suck. I know I'm an asshole and a user and a pervert and a freak. I know it, I do, I know it.” His baby blue eyes bore into you in a rare act of vulnerability as you stared apprehensively back at him. “I use fucking-” His voice caught in his throat as he shook his head, “- Jokes and shit to cover up knowing no one wants me unless I'm the clown.”

You sighed at the dull ache in your chest; the damned feeling.

“Please.” You huffed softly. “You were so popular in school, you had girls into you, you had rich parents that let you get away with murder… Literally. You're rich now with models and acting jobs. Karma definitely does not exist because you have it all.”

His face screwed up and he furiously shook his head the more you spoke. Watery blue his eyes stared at you as he sucked in a breath, “No…No, it's all bullshit. I lie all the time. I just make it seem like I got it all…Sometimes I do, sometimes I'm a sad pathetic guy sitting at home by himself.”

“Join the club.” You couldn't resist saying. I mean, damn. Did everyone think because you paraded around by your old publicist like a circus act that your life was grande? You were so SICK of everyone using you or patronizing you or dismissing you in favor of their own hurt.

You were about to shove past him before he dropped to his knees. You looked embarrassed, unsure and tense as you told him, “Stu, c'mon…Get up. You're gonna mess up your stitches.”

He hugged your waist, careful of your own stitches as he looked up at you. Blue eyes twinkling in the lamp's lighting. “I can't! Please, my life is shit without you. I can't stand the idea of you with anyone but me. Fuck, I'm willing to share even with fuckface if I have to…YN, I have to be involved! I have to have you. I gotta be near you, I gotta-” His voice was raw with emotion as he gripped you tighter.

You faltered as he bombarded you. This felt like manipulation in itself and by God it was sadly working as a sinking happened with your weary heart.

His face screwed up like a sad child as tears leaked down his eyes. No longer a murderer at this moment. That was him. He had so many sides. So many curves. So many masks. You knew he was probably just crying for himself and yet you felt pity. Hell, didn't everyone cry for themselves? You cried for Randy but also poor you. You cried for Dewey not believing you because it wasn't fair to you…Maybe this was Stockholm syndrome? Maybe you were as sick as them? Maybe they finally broke you? But you ran a hand through Stu's dark blonde hair, almost a light brown as it darkened with age. He whimpered and cried against you.

“I'm sick of being last. I'm sick of it.” He sobbed. Hiccuping his words. “I-I want someone to fucking love me!…No one ever picks me." He whimpered as he sniffled. "I'm always last. Always second best to Billy. To everyone. Just the comedy in the background…Even you picked him over me.” He sobbed heavily against you more than you ever heard and it tore at you. The real problem right there. A deep sense of pain that he was never you or anyone else's first choice.

“Hey…Hey, Stu. Stu, c'mon.” You ran a comforting hand through his hair. “I didn't pick Billy over you. I didn't pick anyone. I've been trying to tell you all night, I just found Billy's note days ago and confronted him on the porch tonight and…”

“But you had a moment! You go to him because you're scared of me.” He gave in a low voice, sniffing hard and wiping his tears against Billy's shirt you wore as he kneeled. Just insult to injury right in front of him. “Plleasse…Please Yn…Please let me love you the only way I know how. Please, I don't know how to be good. I don't know how to love. I don't-” He faltered with a cry in his throat.

You frowned deeply. “Stu…”

“YN.” He gazed up at you with teary blue eyes. “I love you. I've always loved you in the only way I know how…Teach me. Please please please don't abandon me. Don't leave me again. I can't take it! I don't want that Hollywood shit or those whores or money; I just want you…You're all I want. You're all I've ever wanted. You're all I fucking have!” He pleaded on his knees with pitiful cries.

You stared down at him, wavering on your feet. Light headed. Sick to your stomach. Throat dry. “Stu…Oh Stu.” You sighed out.

“D-Do you love me?” His lower lip trembled as he gazed up at you. Genuine emotion from what you could see. He was always a hurricane. Happy was elation and anger was rage and sadness was devastation and he flipped through them so easily.

You faltered. What do you do? He really had you cornered here. Your face contorted in your own misery and anguish as a lump formed in your throat. “I…” You gritted your teeth and forced it out. Not much left to lose now. “I do. And yet I resent you. I can't let you in. I can't let you close and you make it so hard…That's why I went no contact. Because I'd let you in if you were near me. I can't have you hurting me and breaking my heart over and over.” You softly whispered trying not to cry.

“I won't!” His eyes lit up and he eagerly nodded through his tears, “I deserve your resentment, I suck! I'm shit! I fucked up your life and I deserve it! I-I do... I'll make up for it.”

“Stu-” You sighed out heavily especially considering how he acted tonight.

“No, I swear. I promise. Give me a chance, give me one damn chance. Please, YN!” He grasped his long arms around your thighs to hug you to him. “I'll be whatever you need just don't shut me out again. I'll change! Please!”

“You have tried but…Stu, I don't know if you can.”

“Then I'll change more; YN PLEASE!” He begged like a dying man. “Please I love you, I love you please-” He babbled.

You just broke. You couldn't fight this anymore. You might go to prison or die or be alone forever. You had no one. Why fight this anymore?

Yes, he was wrong. He was sick. He killed Tatum and Sidney and tried killing you. He was a monster…And yet the more you let him in, the less monstrous he seemed. When does a monster not become a monster? When you fall in love with them...

He seemed more like an immature child throwing tantrums and begging for love and attention and no one hears him than anything. He felt like a creature that doesn't know how to love yet wants to. You've been so lonely…So fucking lonely. Even before all this, you knew how he felt. Dewey and Randy and your family barely made time for you when you spent years trying for them; so fuck it. What more was there to lose?

“...Okay.” You sighed heavily. “I won't shut you out. I won't do that to you again unless you give me a reason. You're already off on a shitty start tonight.” You warned while dabbing your eyes.

He looked up at you and to your disgusted amusement had tears and snot on his face on your damn shirt. “You mean it?” His voice was so high pitched and strained for him.

You gave a reluctant smirk, “Yeah, don't make me regret it, okay? I missed the Stu that came over for spaghetti at my house years ago, not the asshole I talked to on the phone days ago or the guy I saw tonight.”

He looked at you in reverence. “He's gone. I promise.”

You knew that wasn't the case but you sighed and smiled as he forced himself up and to stand you helping him after the injuries he sustained against Jill and Charlie. “Can you stay?”

“Nooo, I shouldn't.”

“No, I insist. You shouldn't sleep on a couch with springs coming out of it. You deserve a memory foam mattress not that bums couch.” He wiped his eyes and you got him a tissue off the nightstand. He blew his nose loudly and joked, “Tissues on the nightstand? Yeah we know what these are for.”

You couldn't help the smirk. The warmth in your chest at not fighting. At being able to slowly lower your well constructed walls. “Stu, people sneeze in the middle of the night, ya know.”

"Pft." Stu huffed. You cringed slightly at him using the tissue to pick his nose and get any runniness out. “Yeah well, he's a miserable guy in his 30's. He's blowing his load, not snot.”

You groaned softly but smiled reluctantly as he rubbed his nose and sniffled at how hard he had sobbed.

“Ugh. That was pretty unmanly of me.” He grimaced.

“Nah.”

“Don't lie to me. It's patronizing. You still have my snot and tears on your shirt…His shirt.” He grumbled the last part.

“Stu, don't start.” You chided but looked down and…Ew. He groaned standing up painfully and got a fresh tissue to rub his wet face fluids off the edge of your nightshirt.

“Yeah yeah.” He grumbled while cleaning it. He gazed back up at you. “Sorry but…”

You sighed softly and wryly smiled, “It's fine. I think we all have been through Hell. Just chalk it up as...Stress.”

“C'mon.” He urged you to the bed.

Despite your best efforts…That bed looked so nice compared to the old smelly couch. He grasped your hand with the gentleness of a Dove rather than a predator. Easing you both to the bed as you grimaced in pain at moving.

“Shit, sorry.” He mumbled as you winced and both of you accidentally got face to face. "My face good?"

You smirked, "Yeah, you're good."

He gazed at you and you at him. His eyes were puffy and hooded as they flickered to your lips before leaning forward. You almost shoved away but damn you were tired. You were emotionally and physically tired and his lips touching yours just…

You relaxed as he kissed you and you couldn't resist it. Years and years of stubborn resistance became silly at this point. You hummed softly and kissed him back.

This was so different than in that garage at his party in 1996…He deepened the kiss and grabbed you. Urgent and hot and desperate and demanding as you faltered. Memories of your first kiss coming back and seeing Tatum's body-

“Ow!” You hissed at him gripping you too tight and too close where your stitches were.

You glared at his smug grin against your face. “Mm, can't you just take it like a good- Ow!” He yelped at you poking his stitches and he grabbed your hand for him to let go with a glare of his own. “Allrriighhtt. Damn.”

You both stared, trying to catch your breath before you firmly told him. “I need time.”

“You've had 15 years.” He reminded you in mild annoyance as he settled back on the pillow.

“Yeah, well…” You frowned and averted your gaze. “I need more.”

He lost his inflated ego and sighed. Nestling a bit closer and pulling the blanket over you both with a groan at using his arms.

“Alright…Alright, I'll give you time baby.” He whispered as he kissed your forehead and laid back down while gazing at you.

Your face felt hot. It was so uncharacteristically soft of Stu and yet not really. He was very openly affectionate, not stifled like Billy. He was just selfish, rude, pig headed, arrogant, immature, sadistic. Yet...

You almost didn't trust closing your eyes. Pillow fortresses between you both the last time you slept together in the same bed…But god your head hurt, your eyes were heavy, you ached. So tired you just closed your eyes as his fingers gently ran up and down your arm. Observing you.

‘Maybe he's just as bewildered as I am?’ You wondered before sleep took you.

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You woke up in the middle of the night feeling unwell. Staring right at Stu in bed as you realized you actually did let your guard down enough to sleep…You still couldn't believe it. You both kissed.

But behind the kiss you told yourself you tried to get out of; was the emotional connection to a fucking murderer…You actually still had something for him. After all the horrible evil shit he's done and everything he's put you through. Unbelievable.

You wanted to hate yourself after everything you let him do. The way you let him manipulate you like that. Yet, you didn't have the energy. You felt worn down, exhausted, hopeless. Like you were lost in the dark and the only ones with lanterns were Billy and Stu. How messed up. They could be soaked in blood and poking you with a knife in that darkness, and yet, they had metaphorical lanterns. They were the only things you truly had left. You were just so…So tired. So damn tired of hiding and wanting connection and never truly having it out of fear of the consequences. And so, this one time, it seemed you let your guard down and finally let Stu in.

…Furthermore, your head was frigging killing you.

You just need to sneak out to catch a breath. You needed fresh air to think. About what? You didn't know. But seeing Stu's sleeping face beside you felt too intimate right now. You slowly crept out of Billy's bed, the old mattress creaking with your movements. Stu stirred and you stiffened a bit. Your sore body pounding and heavy as you waited to see what he might do. You watched him resettle in bed, dozing back to slumber and you tiptoed out of there. Barely shutting the cheap door and shuffling slowly across the shag carpet. You went down the hall, past the open living room and to the front door-

“Where do you think you're going?”

You paused hearing his voice. Sighing to yourself because of course he was up.

“Just getting fresh air.” You said not even looking at him.

“Yeah? Not leaving are you?” He mumbled sitting in that chair and with a grunt of pain to stand.

You looked over your shoulder at the blunt question, “...No.”

“You better not.” He warned as he stood. “There's no way you're leaving me here with that nut job. You can't just fuck a crazy killer that's been obsessed with you since High School then leave thinking he won't go apeshit.”

You scoffed with narrowed eyes. “I did not.” You grumbled not nearly as vehemently as you normally would be.

He held up a hand, “Ah ah. I don't care.” But he did eye you for a moment. “...Did he force you or hurt you or anything? Not that I care just trying to figure shit out is all.” He asked quietly, averting his eyes. “Lots of commotion. I was waiting for you to scream or something and me have to save your ass, as usual.” He shrugged looking away with a grumpy expression.

“No…Besides, I'd fight him the way I did you both at Windsor. Stuff of yours would've gotten broken and I could handle myself.” You reluctantly mumbled with a wry smile knowing you were blowing smoke.

Billy smirked whether at your false bravado or the sick memory of kissing you and almost taking advantage of you backstage at college; it was unclear.

Regardless, he simply lost the wavering smirk and nodded, “Alright. Just don't go running off. I mean it, I will drag you back here kicking and screaming.”

You huffed softly while turning to look at him fully, “Why? Scared I'd go to the cops?” You couldn't help jeering.

“That.” He got a bit closer. “And it's just…Not what you should do. We aren't hurting you and whether we like it or not we need to stick close to avoid cops. I gotta keep you alive to possibly kill you one day.”

There was silence before you mumbled, “Is that the only reason? That goal of yours?”

“Don't be such a freak.” Billy scoffed, “Yeah? The Hell you think I'd miss you or something? Please.”

You rolled your eyes at how damn defensive he got but stayed quiet as he continued.

“- But Stu would definitely go ballistic if you left and I mean after everything I'd hoped you wouldn't abandon me with him in that state.” He shrugged looking away.

“Oh no worries, I won't abandon the guy that's wanting to off me one day.” You sarcastically quipped. You watched him. The air still awkward after the fight and letter reveal but released air through your nostrils you didn't know you were holding in. “Jesus, stop bugging out on me. I'm not leaving. Just need fresh air…” You hugged yourself. “I'm cold. Hoping outside will be warmer, I guess.”

Billy blinked and looked at you. “Cold? You don't look it…In fact, you look like shit. Like you ran a marathon or something. How hard did you ride him in my bed?”

“Shut up and bite me.” You grumbled with an eyeroll. “I told you we didn't. I just don't feel good…Like, at all.” You stiffened as he felt your face out of nowhere.

You stared in wide eyed shock and despite yourself you seemed to memorize his hand. The slight roughness and his more masculine hand on your soft face compared to when you were teenagers. You dare say you relished it. Almost closing your eyes and untensing at his touch…God, how lonely have you gotten?

His brows furrowed, “Damn woman, you're burning up... Get to the couch.” He guided you; not taking no for an answer.

“Hey, what-”

“Shut up.” He ordered in a rushed mumble. Sitting you down and lifting your shirt. You went to fight him, taken aback but stopped the knee jerk reaction as you remembered your stitches, the soreness a stark reminder. His reaction alone made any protest die in your throat as he turned on a lamp then shot up cursing, “Son of a-”

“W-What?” You asked. A feeling of trepidation at his reaction creeping into you.

“Shit. You have an infection. Bad... God damn it!” He cursed, rushing around the best his injured leg and torso could let him.

Your eyes widened. With a pained groan you got up to stagger to the bathroom while he was busy rummaging for things. Your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest and lungs felt a bit more labored than usual. Maybe it was just a placebo to Billy's reaction?

But that hopeful thought died. You gasped as you looked in the mirror at your whole torso, significantly darker and redder than the rest of your body. “OH MY GOD!”

This was bad. You swore you already had body aches and chills but somehow seeing that magnified it. You felt sicker than ever before.

Billy was rushing about looking through cabinets and cussing, “Damn it.” He hissed as he went to his room and pounded on his bedroom door. “Stu, get up!”

You didn't stop him. Unsure what to do…You could die within a day like this. Maybe sooner.

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Stu and Billy sat around you as you shivered and held a blanket to yourself. Almost spacing out and dissociating.

“...This is so bad, man.” Stu mumbled with his elbows on his knees the best he could with his injuries.

“Yeah it is. Sepsis is setting in.” Billy ran a hand over his head.

You had been watching Stu and he looked clammy too if you were being honest. Billy was the only one that seemed more tired than anything.

“What are we gonna do? She'll die!” Stu urged.

“I don't know.” Billy's leg shook as he tried to think.

Stu demanded, “Do we rob a damn pharmacy?! Do we find a fucking drug dealer? What the hell do we do?-”

“I don't know, damn it!” Billy snapped back. Grabbing at his now short dark hair as Stu seemed to have definitely got over his bitterness earlier.

Stu looked at you, almost doting on you with a worried look. “Sweetcheeks, why did you wait? You should've said something right away!”

“I didn't, I took…The pills um…I took the pills like I was supposed to…Didn't feel this sick.” Even forming thoughts to words was hard. You should have told him ‘I would have but someone was being dramatic and fist fighting’ but you were too tired to even do that.

Billy shook his head with a tense expression. “She's gonna fucking die.”

“No shit, dick!” Stu smacked the coffee table.

“Well, she is! No fucking fish or horse antibiotics or even human pills are gonna help her now that's in her bloodstream like that.” He leaned against the wall clutching his face.

“Then give her all of what we have. Damn it, screw me, man! Just give them so we aren't dumping her in a ditch like this. She was supposed to die by OUR hands; not infection!”

You gave him a side eye but stayed quiet.

Billy groaned, “Are you listening? It's in her blood. Pills are not gonna work and she'll probably just puke them up.”

Stu looked at you as you shuddered at how cold you were. “...She's gotta go to an ER. She has to. Get an IV or whatever. She's not dying like this. Not right now.”

“And they'll nab her.” Billy gave helplessly as he smacked his head lightly trying to think. “They'll arrest her and hunt for us.”

“Then screw it!” Stu was sweating and looking tense. “I'll turn myself in. Screw it.”

That snapped you out of it a bit. “What?” You hoarsely mumbled, “N-No. No you're not…”

“You're gonna die.” Stu glared down at you as he hissed it out. “You're gonna fucking die if you don't get to a hospital soon. If I turn myself in and just claim I kidnapped you and-”

“No.” You protested. in a strained, tired voice. Even breathing feels labored. “You're not-”

Stu looked eye level with you as you sat. “I made sure you survived all this time despite everything. You aren't dying from something as stupid as sepsis.”

Billy groaned, “Shut up! Just think for a second and don't be so damn impulsive-”

“WE DON'T HAVE SECONDS!” Stu yelled.

As if on cue, you felt something coming up and quickly leaned over to the wastebasket beside the couch. Gagging and groaning in pain as you puked.

“Oh great. She just upchucked all the medication.” Billy grunted and rolled his lips in thought, “If we get her to a hospital and get out…Like a tiny one…One with low security.”

“And will they have what she needs?” Stu urged as he helped steady you.

“I don't know, why are you acting like I'm God here!? I don't fucking know, Stu!-”

“It's almost sunrise, so we need to figure something out!”

Amidst their arguing…The phone rang.

Everyone stopped to look down at your phone…An unknown caller at 5am?

“Don't answer it.” Billy was going to snatch it.

You groaned and sat up more, wiping your mouth. “Wait, maybe…Maybe we should?” You panted out. “What do I gotta lose? I wanna know.”

Billy sighed heavily and pinched his nose bridge. “YN, the fever is getting to you. You're not making sense.”

Stu of all people answered, “Yo, whose this?”

You and Billy stared at him. His eyes widened before narrowing at whatever was said on the other line. He put it on speaker phone and replied, “Yeah…She's here.”

“Good. You're lucky I had a spare of these…Don't you dare name drop or I will hang up and go after the Riley's or maybe those tiny Meek brats so vulnerable and unattended by the grieving widow, hm?”

Ghostface. Not just any Ghostface. Jill. You wanted to know how she got another modulator into what you presumed was still the hospital. Did Dewey ignorantly retrieve a bag or something from her house with it in it?

You narrowed your eyes, holding the blanket close to yourself. “...What do you want? How did you-” You demanded.

“I remember the number? Trust me, I would remember your number YN. Even having to punch it into someone else's cell.” They continued after a pause. “I've been debating this all night. Decided to give you a wake up call before anyone is aware. I wanna make a deal with you. Come back to Woodsboro and we forget this ever happened.”

Billy scoffed, “You think we're idiots?”

“Yes.” The voice bluntly gave. “But more than that; you're desperate. Nowhere to go, running out of places to hide, probably hurting really bad too…Everyone knows YN's face, how long can you hide YN?”

You sobered knowing she was right. Even without infection setting in…Couldn't go home, visit family, travel, go anywhere without people recognizing you. People found you during your court trial over a decade ago let alone now with your face on billboards.

“And besides, you're probably wishing you were in a plush hospital bed right about now hm?”

“Must be nice.” Stu retorted.

“Shut up.” The voice warned. “I'm cutting you a deal but any name dropping or information of locations even over the phone and you can kiss it goodbye. Quickly. Make a choice.”

You were having a hard time concentrating as Billy told her, “Alright, name it.”

“YN comes home to Woodsboro. Tell them Charlie was involved and the two unknowns that Police won't find…That's it.”

Your eyes narrowed. “So, you want me to not disclose the real killer, huh? Forget it. You killed my friend and now you want a deal?”

Stu stopped you from hanging up by grabbing your wrist. “Hey, quit.” He for once was the level headed one in your feverish state. He talked louder, “So, that's it?” He asked the caller. “Just say the only killers were Charlie and two unknowns they'll never find?”

“Yeah. Maybe I'm one of them and calling you right now? Couldn't really tell in all the chaos, could you? It happened so fast. I bet the other survivor couldn't either.” She kept up the act like it wasn't her.

You soured. She was asking you to help her get away with murder.

“She'll do it.” Stu stated firmly.

“Stu-” You protested.

Billy said nothing but didn't seem against it either.

“Hurry. Get here before noon and tell the ‘truth’.”

Billy finally chimed in, “And how did she get out of the hospital? What's your answer to that?”

“It was obvious she was kidnapped, moron. I wonder if she ever even saw their faces?”

This was crazy. She wanted you to go to the lion's den that was Woodsboro and testify nothing but lies and pray none of you got any severe consequences for such a risky action?

“Fine. She'll be there.” Billy agreed and hung up the phone for you.

“How dare you?” You tiredly glared, “I am not-”

“You are.” Billy ordered in a cold no bullshit tone. “This gets us off police radar if you give a false description that matches Jill's.”

“I can't…Damn it…She killed-”

“And you'll be next, idiot!” Stu exclaimed with clear worry on his face. “You're dying and you won't do this because of fucking Randy!? I will drop your ass off at Woodsboro hospital myself at this point!”

“You two are nuts!...It won't work.” You grumbled while your teeth chattered.

Stu's blue eyes narrowed in determination. “Do it or I'll turn myself in.”

“You can't be serious.”

“I am! Sweetcheeks, you have a severe case of sepsis and every goddamn minute counts!” He looked at Billy and told him. “Get us some clothes and your keys.”

Usually Billy gave the orders but it seemed after your kiss; Stu's crush on you magnified and he wasn't letting his obsession with you die. No way, no how.

Billy sighed and walked to the hallway throwing an arm up, “Screw it. It's our best shot.”

You gaped and raised your voice the best you could, “Stop it! I'm not!”

Stu grabbed your arms painfully and shook you, “Shut the hell up. You are!” He practically spat in your face. “You know what? We aren't arguing.” The 6’4 guy just hauled you up to your feet and dragged you as Billy got his keys and some spare clothes.

You protested the whole way trying to grab the door and Billy just effortlessly plucked your fingers free in your feverish weak state. Stu helped you down the stairs the best he could before shoving you in the van's back seat while you groaned in pain. Trembling at the night air hitting you while your face felt hot as hell.

“We're taking back roads so police don't possibly pull us over.” Billy informed closing his door. “If they do? You know the drill.”

“Yeah, I got it.” Stu gave, getting in the passenger side.

“What the hell? Stop.” You weakly ordered not having a say in YOU possibly going to prison too if caught and convicted was infuriating!

Billy turned to glare at you while starting the vehicle. “This gets us free for good. No more hunting for Tim and James if you change our description and say it was two different guys. Billy and Stu stay dead. Tim and James don't look like us. Our new identities are safe. You get treatment, we might get treatment if we get worse in a different hospital, you get away and we get away and all you have to do is say fuck your dumbass moral code.”

Stu added as Billy put the van in reverse, “You think you're being selfish to Randy? The dead guy?” You winced at how callous he was as he continued, “You're being selfish to us, YN. We've done you wrong but we also did right, so ya know what? This is something you can do to clear this and be even.”

Your mind in your feverish state was reeling. Too much at one time.“But…Fingerprints at the scene and…Descriptions?”

Stu added, “Yeah yeah, our fingerprints are in the system. Mainly Billy from the false arrest in 96 but we'll deal with that somehow. After all, I got a fake ID and can get another one…We'll still have to lay low but this throws cops off our tail a bit if we need to get treated at a hospital a few cities over and get out as soon as possible.”

“But Dewey!-”

“Fuck Dewey!” Billy sneered as he drove down a rural backroad. “Dewey didn't listen to you at all. Man looked close to shooting you too if it meant shooting me. He didn't care if you had to flee with no treatment. In fact, I'm sure he ordered a manhunt for you and in his bullshit idea of getting medical treatment behind bars.”

You vaguely realized you kinda had the same view of them in 1996…Was that wrong? Was it right? Your brain feels foggy at the moment to decide.

Stu added, “Whatever him and Gale say? Deny that shit, man. Jill and you agreeing as the survivors that were there are the only things anyone needs. Let's just pray there's no trial from the naysayers.”

“We avoided our faces to hospital cameras and nurses will probably give multiple descriptions of the chaos that night.” Billy huffed, “Should've killed the one bitch we stole the keys from. Damn.”

Stu nodded, “Yeah, just glad Dewey was slow as fuck and didn't handcuff us before we woke up. We were two victims that escaped the same night YN did and even as the killers the cops are hunting; if she gives a false description it buys everyone time.”

“No shit.” Billy looked at you in the dark backseat with his mirror. “It's this or die of infection, YN. Your choice.” Billy gave his fingers clenching and unclenching the wheel tensely.

This was happening…This was actually happening. “But…People saw? What if…I mean what if they describe you both?”

“Change our look and lay low if this doesn't work.” Billy gave.

“Done it before. I think I might do a Slim Shady look. You know, bleach blonde and buzzed?...No?” Stu asked and Billy shook his head. “Well fine then. I'll figure it out.”

“But your movies?” You mumbled tiredly curled up in a shaky painful ball in that blanket in the backseat. “Scooby doo?...Oh no…People are gonna know you.” You felt light headed the more the hour went by.

Billy sided eyed Stu. “What?” He asked the man in the passenger seat. “What's she talking about?”

“Man, she's really out of it huh? Scooby doo? Of all things, why say that? Whew, she is not in her right mind.” He nervously chuckled.

“The movie when you played Shag-”

“YN, you're really burning up girl!” He made a show of turning around to feel your head. “You're delirious!”

Billy continued side eyeing Stu but said nothing.

You knew Stu played Shaggy in a movie, right? You and Dewey, no, Randy that's right…Yeah you watched it…With the kids…

Stu snapped his fingers as your eyes wanted to close, “Ah ah. Try and stay up for now. We're getting there, Sweetcheeks. Just hang on.”

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That morning the still active Sheriff of Woodsboro got a call and he shot up out of bed and had been wrung tight ever since. Dewey was floored. Absolutely outraged, a very rare emotion for him.

Even more so with his wife trying to stop him.

“Would you calm down!?”

“YN!” He stammered, too upset to form sentences. “She arrived at the hospital this morning! I gotta get there in case she runs.”

Gale pushed him back with annoyance, “You aren't doing that and she's so sick . Where is she running? Huh?”

“I don't know! I don't understand why she came back.” He exclaimed frantically “And you!” He accused her with a pointed finger. “You visited Jill behind my back? Why would you do that!? AND went into our evidence room at the precinct for the case I specifically told you not to be involved in!”

“Because she's guilty, Dewey!” Gale yelled in frustration, hands clawing the air as they argued. “She is the killer and I need YN to cooperate and tell us everything she knows so we can get Jill locked up and do actual justice. If that means her ass too, so be it. Two birds, one stone. But we can't go in there hot headed.”

“Justice is Billy and Stu locked up! Not a teen we have no proof of! Not even…” He yelled but faltered at your name while walking to their kitchen. They rarely argued because Dewey usually backed down. But not this time. Not over this.

“There's plenty of proof!” Gale followed him. “If you did your job-”

He glared at her. That definitely hit an ugly sore spot in him.

“You know what I mean, damn it! You signed off this case because you just gave up and in a few days you're retired. With how you're acting now, you are getting too personal with this case and you're blinded so that's probably for the best…I guess! I don't know anymore!…And where do you come off yelling at me? YOU'RE the one that hid photos of YN and those two from me not just for a whole decade but this recent incident too!”

“Because I know how you are. I know how much you love a new headline, how obsessed you were with the case, and I knew how much you secretly didn't like YN and only liked her for me. You would use it against her without any proof.” He bluntly gave.

“OH! And you won't? I was right too, now wasn't I?” She urged mockingly.

Dewey scoffed and to Gale's surprise; went to the kitchen. Once there, he got out the Whiskey they had in the bottom cabinet collecting dust from no use.

Dewey replied, “That's the answer, huh? Gale was right and Dewey is a giant moron. How dare Dewey be upset that YN lied. How dare Dewey be torn over her involvement. How dare Dewey try to protect liars all these years. We just…Accept it! Billy and Stu got away, YN could go to any hospital and she came here after I gave her ample warning, justice isn't served, people died in vain including our friend…And all you can do is think of a good story to spin about a teen girl-” He humorlessly laughed, rubbing his face with a wry smile.

Gale eyed him, “And is that the answer? Drinking at 10 in the morning?”

“Gale. Please.” He sighed out rubbing his face as he took a swig.

Gale glared, “How about you get up and instead of being upset YN is back you question her and Jill and see who's lying!?”

“Why bother? Billy Loomis and Stu Macher are out there and YN knows it and she won't admit it and there's no way to prove it…Randy's killers got away. Sidney's killers got away. Tatum's…”

He went to read a magazine and Gale jerked it away, “So you're just gonna sit like a bump on a log and scratch your ass and act numb now? You were demanding to go out that door 5 minutes ago!”

He almost pouted, “Yeah well, that was before my wife didn't support me. No one else will believe me either and the one person that should have my back in this can only care about a story.” He took a swig with a bitter tone to his voice.

“You know what? Fine!” Gale groaned in irritation and got her purse, “Seriously, just sit there and drink and feel sorry for Tatum and yourself instead of actually solving what you can at the moment and do something to put this killer away THEN those two pieces of shit!”

He glared and gripped the bottle tighter at Tatum's name being dropped as Gale slammed the front door. He wanted to rush out and argue with her, he wanted to send a nasty text to her at the very least but…He just sighed in defeat.

A pang in his heart because deep down inside he was relieved you were okay yet he was devastated and hurt and angry that you came back and that those two were nowhere to be found. According to Judy you were just dropped off alone feverish and not making sense at the hospital and the hospital couldn't disclose information or go against HIPAA without a warrant or subpoena which they did not have right this moment with no court case in the works but may have to get… Most of all, Jill had suddenly changed her tune that you attacked her by accident thinking it was them…Suddenly, she was happy you were back and swore you didn't attack her on purpose according to Judy?? And she just accidentally got in the crosshairs of you and those two? It was a direct lie that contradicted what he and Gale saw. You had protected Billy and wanted Jill to be shot! Jill…She's lying?

Why would she lie? Why did her story change?...Was Gale right?

Dewey clutched his head with a pitiful whine. He had cried so much his eyes were puffy from crying and lack of sleep the last 2 days. And he felt…Numb. Helpless. He didn't want to see you again because it hurt too much.

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You woke up that evening much more aware while hooked up to an IV dripping, a hospital gown, new bandages. It took a moment to even remember where you were and when you did you laid back with a groan. God no.

“Oh... Woke up, dying star?”

You jolted despite your wounds at Jill of all fucking people in the corner of the room. Her face still injured but healing.

“Reellaaxxx. I know you're scared from the other night but you're safe! I came here as soon as I heard you made it back.” She dipped down and whispered in your ear, “You're so goddamn lucky cops are right outside monitoring us…Or I'd finish what I started by choking you till your eyes pop.”

You sneered, “What-”

“Shut up and listen. I don't have time.” She hissed low for only you to hear. “Our stories have to line up in this last ditch effort…Charlie and those two did all the killings. Repeat it.” You stubbornly faltered, feeling rage just with her near you. You gasped as she pressed on your wound lightly. “Repeat it, bitch. No one is gonna believe your story without mine.”

“...Charlie and…” You hesitated.

“I will go out there and tell them it was you. Then kill Dewey and Gale and Karla and maybe even those brats too and blame it on those idiots; now say it!” She growled out low in your ear; only you two could possibly hear.

You swallowed and scowled, stomach turning at the words leaving her mouth. “Charlie…And…Those two men were the killers.”

“You don't know them. If you were dumb enough to text-”

“We called that night.” You reluctantly gave in. “My mechanic and an unknown I can just label as a friend of a friend I never named. At worst they were…Booty Calls or drug dealers or something.” You gave with resignation and tiredness with such a severe infection.

She grinned, “Oh not completely stupid then. Okay, we don't know them…Repeat-”

“We don't know them.” You closed your eyes and gritted your teeth at your arm practically being twisted. “Dewey has a picture of us at a motel though.”

“Who cares? It's that wash up that failed everyone versus you. Play stupid and say that you didn't say because they were quick fucks and you felt ashamed or some shit. Now hurry up. They were working with Charlie.”

“They were working with Charlie. Two men. Don't know them.” You forced out through gritted teeth.

“They attacked us in the ICU following me when I went to visit to finish us both off. You attacked me thinking it was them.”

You sneered but forced yourself to repeat it.

“They kidnapped you as a hostage but got scared and dropped you off when they thought the cops were getting a hold of them. One has dark hair, a hooked nose, blue eyes and the tall one has reddish hair, a tooth gap and…A tattoo on his right shoulder. Yeah a dragon...They blindfolded you most of the time so you couldn't see.” She made up the lie on the spot like a natural.

You tried to keep up repeating what was important. Hooked nose…Blue eyes…Red hair…Tattoo of dragon on right shoulder.

“You and I tried to fight for each other. Dewey and Gale are liars.”

You were silent and she pressed on your torso. You couldn't even call for help or she'd twist the story to make herself the victim, something the media already spun. “They're liars!...Damn you.” You rushed out in a hiss of pain.

“But bitch, the limelight is mine. You better watch your ass after this because-”

Jill jerked away as a nurse came in and she put on the sweet act hugging you, “Oh God, I was so worried! We all were…” She whispered, “I'm so glad you're safe…Right now.”

You didn't hug her back. Feeling disgusted, enraged, guilty, in physical pain, ill. You almost wanted to just say screw the plan and go to prison for a few years for hiding criminals if it meant she was locked up for life. But then you thought of Billy and Stu…Goddamn it, since when were you attached to those killers?!

Jill pulled away pretending to wipe an imaginary tear from her eye as the nurse smiled. All you could do was replay the information over and over in your head. Anxious, sick with sepsis and eager to just be done with all of this for good. Jill left with the nurse while eyeing you…

This was Hell.

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Gale leaned against the wall as Dewey paced the hospital hall, having decided to force himself to go with her. His leg injury gave him a bit of trouble. Gale WANTED to tell him it was the liquor and lack of sleep or lack of a good diet making it mess up again but kept it to herself.

Judy came out and sighed, “Sheriff, she didn't see two men there. Charlie stabbed her in the backyard while YN went to go find Jill and that's all she knows.”

“Damn it.” Dewey groaned, rubbing his face.

Judy, ever the ass kisser in Gale's eyes, told her retiring superior. Judy's eyes wide and trying to be helpful as she assured, “I was shot by one! I believe you even…Though I'm confused how it could be who you say, Sir?”

“Billy Loomis and Stu Macher!-”

Gale shhed him aggressively and shooed him away from Judy as Judy reluctantly let her. Once Judy was out of ear shot, thankfully getting a report from another Deputy. Gale hissed at Dewey, “Are you insane? Shut up! No one is going to take you seriously or this case if you go voicing those names aloud.”

“Yeah, well it's a fact.” He grumbled. “I'm just glad we got Kirby to a hospital that no one knows she's at but her folks.”

“Because of Jill.” Gale voiced.

Dewey rolled his lips and corrected, “After what happened to Jill… She needs protection.” He pointed to the room and Gale rolled her eyes at her husband.

The ex-journalist debated interviewing the stabbed teen but…No. Her story hasn't changed not even once. Charlie acted stabbed, then replicated Steven Oarth, she went to go help him, he faked it and stabbed her. No names or others she saw. She was clueless and a dead end. She didn't even seem to hint at Jill or YN being Ghostface.

Gale mumbled, “Fact or not, you can't have a damn manhunt for two killers that on record are reported dead.”

“Bodies were never found, the door kicked from the inside, footprints, tire tracks, Tim and James matching-”

She replied, “They'll tell you the house was too destroyed for bodies and yes even bones, door burst open from heat, footprints were from chasing people, tire tracks could've been anyone, Tim and James was only described by YN. Tim vaguely by Randy, ya know, two traumatized teens. One was previously medicated for PTSD induced hallucinations. Oh, and two Detectives that are now dead from 13 years ago that the court could argue had just a vague sight of these men and were feeding into teen hysteria.”

“And us!” Dewey exclaimed in exasperation and desperation. “Why are you acting like you didn't claim to see them at Windsor!? You were on stage and swore to me; your story never changed. We saw them and heard them and talked to them the other night. It was them!”

Gale scoffed, “And who's gonna believe us!? I've been down this road, Dewey! A reporter that lost a case over this years ago and her husband… Who…” She faltered.

“...Say it.” He demanded. Dewey's downturned brown eyes stared at her. “Just say it. Failed. He failed. So much so that he's retiring.”

“More like, they'll try saying…Look, I'm not saying it but I know they will that…He never got over ‘96 and the death of his sister and her friend weighed on him enough that now he's seeing Ghost like YN did-” Gale sighed with an eye roll and followed after him as he stalked off amidst her sentence. “Dewey!”

“Let's just get to YN and Jill.” He mumbled as they both made their way to the car.

#scream #stu macher #billy loomis #my writing #scream fanfiction #yn fanfic #she her yn #my stories #scream 4 #fours a franchise

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adorekento · 2 years ago

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flirty scara x insecured reader? like maybe self loathing themselves 😙

Glimpse — Scaramouche

Synopsis: You were nothing but an ordinary student, People never attempted to approach you, Until a certain Indigo-haired dude asked you out.

warnings: self-loathing, flirt attempts, offensive content, bullying, ooc, etc.

notes: agghsge I'm sosorryyy for being inactive 😭😭🙏🙏 I'll js fix the error tmrrrrr and if there's grammars my apologies im half asleep when i wrote this 🙂🙂

"y/n."

A voice called out from behind, startling you out of your thoughts. Veering around, your eyes locked with the Indigo eyes that were fixed on you, "Uh, Yes?" you asked, baffled.

It wasn't every time people would call out to you. In fact, No one attempt to chat with you unless they ought something. You'd probably be more surprised if someone spoke directly to you and it's happening, the person talking to you is known all over the school for their coldness and mindset. So you were kind of thrown when he began speaking to you.

"Be my partner."

Gasps can be heard throughout the room as students turn to look at the male who just spoke up, when he finished his sentence, your cheeks bloom red. It was not the statement you anticipated, especially from him, and you're kind of dumbfounded.

'He's probably just... Ugh.'

"Pardon?" you ask politely, though unsure about what his intentions are with this whole situation. "Did you not hear me? I want to be your companion for the upcoming task." He continues, giving you an expectant look which you fail to return because you're still trying to process what he'd said.

"Huh?! Scara~ Are you sure you want to be partnered with this— thing? Come on! Think twice!"

"Unless he lost to a bet?"

"Understandable."

"Right! He probably lost to a bet that's why he's asking y/n for their help, they don't even seem interested, Haha!"

"Seriously? Scaramouche and y/n? Is he just trying to get them a good grade by partnering with them?? That's stupid,"

The whispers around you grow louder as everyone starts to make fun of you for the current situation you're in.

"T-Thank you for the offer, really, But I'm certain I can work alone on our lesson," you say with an awkward smile, "Maybe you could just try asking someone else instead," you manage to say while staring into his pretty eyes.

"No way! Are they actually refusing Scaramouche?"

'What the fuck do you guys want me to do then?! You were just judging me a few seconds ago because he wants to pair up with me! And now that I'm rejecting his offer you're mad too?! Ridiculous!'

"they think rejecting him is cool! It's not like they ALWAYS get a partner, right?"

"They might reject him just for looking like this and making them feel inferior,"

"Poor Scaramouche! How can someone like them reject him?"

The students went on to talk as you tried to maintain yourself calm and steady despite all these comments, but unfortunately, all that did was cause you to start feeling a little tense. Not enough to go wild or anything. Just a tiny amount. You could still deal with the ridicule, but not enough to get furious at them,

Scaramouche grimaced at the crowd of students who were talking about you while you were staring at the floor, Making them look away,

He picked up your bag off the ground and threw it over his shoulder, grabbing your hand to pull you out of the classroom with him. You didn't resist as he dragged you outside, ignoring everyone calling after him as they watched him go.

Once you two left the room, he eventually let go of your hand and kept walking. You followed behind him, keeping your mouth shut. It wasn't until he stopped in front of you and uttered, "Apologies for dragging you here against your will, and well- drawing attention onto us," he says awkwardly, scratching his neck with his free hand as he looked around,

"Also, it's not every time I do requests. I wish to be your partner for the project. we have mutual chemistry and I believe that working together would benefit both of us," he said grinning,

You blinked rapidly a few times, not knowing how to respond to such a sincere statement,

"...You're aware that bunch of people out there desire to have you as their partner for this right? I mean I am glad and surprised that you're inviting someone like me but you don't have to push yourself!" you respond nervously, fiddling with your fingers before rubbing your hands to keep from getting too nervous.

"Look, I won't force you. You can simply say no, you're only saying that because you care about what people think, Right?" he asked.

He stared at you for a moment. Then he grabbed your chin, making you meet his intense eyes. You gasped slightly at the contact, then relaxed after a second. "Just do whatever feels right to you, okay?" He sneered.

Your face flushed again as you nodded shyly at him. He smiled lightly at you before releasing your chin and letting go of your hand,

"Okay..."

—

After a few days, You've gotten closer to Scaramouche, everyday he would go to you and walk you home, helping you study in class and even hanging out at lunchtime.

it also took you a bit to realize that you were starting to develop feelings toward him, Who wouldn't? With his handsome features paired with his cold demeanor, plus that cute laugh of his whenever he speaks, you're sure to fall in love with him sooner or later, no matter how hard you try not to.

The earlier morning he asked you to hang out with him at the park near your house so you agreed, and now you're walking with Him beside you. It was quiet between you two, as you weren't much of a chatterbox.

The silence is mostly comfortable, though you felt your heart beating faster than normal, which made you panic slightly. Why is your heart beating this fast? Maybe you're sick!

You shake the thought away, it's probably nothing... "You alright?" Scaramouche asked, tilting his head slightly as if noticing you panicking a bit before shrugging.

You nod quickly, trying to avoid eye contact, "Yea! I'm fine, Sorry, Don't you think it's gotten cold? It's not even winter yet—"

Your rambling stops abruptly as you felt his arm move across yours to hold your hand tightly. "If you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just said so, instead of making absurd excuses," he grinned at you, squeezing your hand reassuringly,

"T-That's not—" you stutter. Your ears start burning from embarrassment. You really shouldn't let his charm affect you that easily. Or maybe it was just the way his touch felt so warm and inviting?

"What's that? Do you also want to kiss me? Now aren't we getting ahead of ourselves a little early?" he smirked down at you, leaning forward until you were nose to nose,

"I didn't even say anything— I wasn't going to!" You argued back, taking a step back from him as he chuckled.

His laugh was nice to hear, "Go ahead, I might let you." He whispered in an amused tone. The smirk remained on his face as he leaned forward again, bringing his other hand to cup your cheek, "Are you blushing?" he teased gently stroking it with his thumb while keeping eye contact with you.

Your body was heating up, it felt warm and tingly from all those butterflies suddenly fluttering around in your stomach, and your cheeks felt flushed due to his closeness. It was weird and uncomfortable how he had made you feel all flustered and embarrassed. You didn't know how to respond, so you simply closed your eyes, allowing your cheek to be caressed while his breath tickled your ear,

You felt his lips brush against yours and your heart began racing again. His thumb moved from your cheekbone and rested itself over your lips before moving slightly and softly kissing them. Your eyes flew open in shock. You stood there, frozen and completely dumbfounded as your heart rate increased drastically in both speed and volume,

"There, I kissed you." He snickered down at you, his voice low and smooth. His voice sends shivers down your spine and you blush more.

You shook your head slightly and cleared your throat before smiling at him,

"Right!" That was all you managed to mutter back.

You looked back at him for a second, then averted your gaze toward the ground once more. You couldn't believe that you got kissed by someone like Scaramouche! you didn't have any idea how to react.

but, to be fair, most girls would jump at the chance to kiss him when they first saw him, so you weren't complaining.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt his hand slide down your arm to grasp your hand and intertwine your fingers. You glanced down at your interlaced hands, then back up at him in confusion, "Are you fine with this?" he asked, looking at you curiously.

"Mhm! No worries." You nodded quickly as you started to walk, but hesitantly intertwined your fingers with his, causing his grin to widen.

"But... If any chance s-someone you know strolled by— we can quit holding hands, I don't want to embarrass you in front of your friends..." you mumbled, feeling his hand squeeze yours tighter.

"If someone I know happened to catch a glimpse of us, I'd pull you extra close."

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin wanderer #genshin scaramouche #genshin x you #genshin x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin scara #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #wanderer x you #wanderer x reader #wanderer scaramouche #wanderer #wanderer x y/n #genshin #genshin impact scaramouche

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kennahjune · 1 year ago

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Another fic about Eddie’s not-so-hidden strength;

It was six in the morning on a Tuesday and Steve really needed to pee.

But he couldn’t.

Why?

Because his boyfriend had a death grip on his waist and wouldn’t wake up for shit.

This was a problem not only for Steve’s poor bladder, but also because he was meant to pick up Dustin, Will and Max for school. So he had to ready to go in the next half hour or they’d be late.

And the fact that he /really/ needed to piss.

“Eddie.” He tried tapping his boyfriends arm for the millionth time. “Eds.” He raised his voice a little louder.

Steve tried not to wake Eddie up in the morning unless needed; he was always taking on the late-shifts at the garage. But right now Steve really needed to get up.

“Eddie!” He raised his voice one final time, not really a yell but enough to get a groan out of his boyfriend.

“Ugh—“ he heard from Eddie. However this did not have the desired effect of getting him to let go. Instead Steve found Eddie tightening his arms.

“Oh God— Eddie!”

Eddie dug his head into Steve’s shoulder from behind. Steve took a moment to try and pry Eddie’s arms apart on his abdomen but faced no luck.

Finally, he gave in.

“Eddie, baby—“ he shoved at his shoulder blindly “— I need to get up.”

Eddie moaned into his shoulder sleepily, coming out as more of a whine. “Eddieeee please!”

Now he himself was whining.

Eddie, finally, let up his grip on Steve waist, loosening until Steve could comfortably slip out and straight to the bathroom.

When he returned, Eddie was sat up on the bed, blankets still tangled around his legs as he tried to work the hair tie out of his hair from when he fell asleep with it up.

Eddie immediately wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling Steve into his side and kissing his neck.

“Mornin’ baby.”

Steve chose to ignore Eddie’s morning voice for the sake of getting out the house on time.

“Hey jackass.”

Eddie giggled, the fucker.

“Sorry not sorry sweetheart.”

Steve tried to resist the smile but ultimately gave in and kissed Eddie soundly on the lips.

For a moment, neither moved away, both enjoying the kiss. But when they did move away Eddie smirked.

“Oh God, Eddie—“

Steve was immediately swooped up off the bed by Eddie a moment later.

“JESUS EDDIE!!”

Eddie cackled where he stood on the hardwood floor with Steve in his arms in a bridal carry. Steve placed his hands on Eddie’s cheeks, leaning down and pressing their foreheads together.

“Your hairs a mess,” he said through giggles and chuckles.

“Then fix it for me.”

Steve did so, through awkward maneuvers and stolen kisses.

When he got the hair tie out he pulled it onto his wrist and tried to get down.

Key word; tried.

Eddie refused to let go.

So if Steve was 5-10 minutes to picking up the kids then…

Well that’s his business.

#stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #eddie munson #will byers #max mayfield #steddie #steddie hcs #steddie fics #steve x eddie #bisexual steve harrington #gay eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #homosexual boys doing homosexual things

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ticklytums · 6 months ago

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Better Days

(Husk and Alastor didn’t always have just moments of contention, and after Alastor’s attempts to ‘preen his wings’ turns devious, Husk finds the perfect payback…and Alastor may have discovered a new ability.)

Hints of Radiohusk my beloved, taking place back in the past with two gay dads and their daughter.)

“I don’t think Rosie much appreciated you leaving feathers strewn across her floors,” Alastor drawled as he and his compatriot made their way up the porch leading up into their manor. “In fact that’s definitely the reason we were sent home so early.”

Husk rolled his eyes as he resisted the urge to close the door in Alastor’s face. It was a temptation he might have given into if one of his arms wasn’t occupied with their sugar comatose little lady. Poor thing was still bloated with cake. “It had nothing to do with me, asshole. It’s because the little ankle biter here ate all of the desserts. I think she ate most of that cake herself.”

“No surprise there,” Alastor mused as he reached his arms out to take their sleepy bug into his own arms, handling her with the care and attentiveness few would see from the radio demon. Few were privileged to ever see such tenderness, unless they saw the radio demon and the girl that had become his daughter.

Husk couldn’t help the softer look that came to his face as he looked at the little face smushed into Alastor’s chest over his shoulder, her one eye blinking sleepily for a moment, before shutting once more.

As the duo disappeared down the corridor of their manor, Husk returned back to his wings, picking meticulously at the stray feathers starting to fall out of the open appendages. This had to be the worst thing about being an avian based creature. Part avian anyway.

Stray feathers were just so unbearably itchy when he went into a molt. Hearing Niffty and Alastor complain about the mess his feathers left on the floor didn’t make things any less annoying.

Not wanting to give Alastor a reason to nettle him (as if he needed a reason), Husk picked up the grooming brush, tilting his crimson wing at every angle to try and reach all the feathers. It was useless though, his body wasn’t meant to bend that way, and he was certain he heard a crack when he tried. “Ugh, fuck.”

“Require some assistance?”

“Shit!” Husk yelped out loud and fumbled with the bristled brush, which Alastor gleefully caught in one hand. “Why do you always have to spring out of the shadows like some fucking cryptid?” he snapped, which only seemed to make Alastor all the more amused.

“It’s more fun! Now, having some trouble are we?” he drawled, watching as the feline tried biting at a few of the itchy feathers. “Goodness, you’re shedding everywhere, like a caged little bird.”

Husk’s narrowed eyes said he didn’t appreciate the metaphor—less so the ‘caged’ part of it. “It’s not my fault, I didn’t ask for this fucking form.” He mewed in annoyance as Alastor grabbed a hold of his wing, sending him nearly off the barstool at the sudden shift of gait. “Alastor knock it off!”

“Oh come now,” the deer drawled, giving that crimson tip an innocent little tug as Husk meowed in annoyance and tried to bat him off. “I’m simply attempting to assist you! You can’t possibly reach the inner part of your wing, or the spine of them! Especially not the inner part! Come now, don’t you want a friendly hand?”

“No,” Husk drawled, trying once more to flap his wing free of the prick. He could only flap and move it so much while it was being held unless he wanted the bone to snap. “Keep your ‘friendly’ hands off me-ehe!?” He yelped as Alastor started meticulously running the bristles along the spine of his wing. Fuck. He knew what he was up to.

“Alastor knock i-ihit ohoff!”

“Ah no, I do not believe I will!” Alastor chirped as he started rubbing the bristles along the inner downy of Husk’s wings, pulling a snort as he tried not to burst into laughter. He attempted to channel it instead into a growl, but the bright giggles betrayed him.

“You fuhuhuhucker! Knock it ohohoff!” Husk made a swipe for the radio demon, slightly more light hearted in nature than any time he’d swiped at him in the past. Alastor dodged the swipes, and for that act of rebellion, rubbed the bristles deeper into his wing.

Husk’s laughter escalated as he tried to pull his wings against his side, but it was useless as Alastor kept his wing held out firmly. The bristles scrubbed further into the ticklish downy, and Husk’s laughter went up an octave. “Al nohoho! StAHAHAP!” He snorted as the deer’s claws gave an impish tweak into the underwing, and his tail thrashed madly.

This wasn’t an especially new occurrence since Alastor had learned he was terribly ticklish. In fact, he’d found ways to torment him with it as often as he possibly could.

“AHAHALASTOR NOHOHO!” Husk begged through raucous cackles as his paws scraped against the hardwood flooring, giggles spilling out through clenched teeth. The bristles felt like ticklish little spikes rubbing into the wing pits. God he was going to fucking murder this man.

“Ohhh, you make the most adorable little sounds when I get into your wings.” Alastor grinned viciously as he twiddled his brown talons, the crimson tipped claws running along through the feathers. “Hmm, I should see if there’s spare feathers that need to be plucked.”

“Thehehehere’s not!” Husk yelped, his eyes widening in horror when he realized what he was indicating. “Don’t do it! MEOW!”

He turned his face into the deer’s shoulder and muffled more shrieks of laughter into it as he felt those mischievous deer claws crawl into the downy. The claws scribbling were far more ticklish than the bristles, and far more purposeful of what he was intending. “YOU FUHUCKER! THAT’S NOT PICKING FEATHERS! KNOHOCK IT OFF!”

“Stay still, I don’t know why you insist on making a simple grooming session so ridiculously difficult.” The amused lilt to Alastor’s voice suggested he knew exactly what he was doing, and Husk let off a disgruntled hiss. As much as he could through the giggles trying to slip through.

“Y-youhoo aren’t fucking slihihick!” Husk snarled, attempting to swipe a paw through the air, unsure if he’d get a scratch in or a smack. His wings flapped more, and giggles were quick to spill out as Alastor’s fingers explored through the downy of his feathers.

“I’ve no idea what you mean, Husker! You know how much I do love just feeling the soft feathers on my skin.” It was the poor choice of wording the poor bastard didn’t seem to realize, and the perfect revenge was already in motion in his mind.

Come to think of it, he was quite certain he’d seen a similar giggling reaction when Niffty had playfully rubbed the feathers of her duster over him. It was a theory he hadn’t the courage to test out, but found himself more emboldened tonight.

In a sudden maneuver, Husk had spun around and swept the deer suddenly with a foot. He was impressed with himself that he’d actually managed to catch Alastor off guard, a rare feat in itself. “Well let me help you feel it then.”

Husk’s front and back paws perched together on the edge of the stool, his tail flicking with agitation and excitement as he leaped onto his prey. He was half expecting Alastor to disperse within the shadows. He knew he could. He wasn’t as fast as the radio demon, and yet the deer allowed himself to be jumped onto. He in fact allowed himself to be pinned down.

Then again, Husk knew Alastor wasn’t completely like a lot of overlords. He enjoyed the pushback. He loved to see just how many ways this captured little soul of his could utilize its claws.

Granted, never did Husk think he’d be using them to scribble at the deer’s tummy, but hey, any way that he could get Alastor back was a win in his book.

“Husker…” The dials turned in the deer’s eyes, but they blinked away with mirth as he squealed, feeling Husk indent his claws into his belly.

Husk’s ears pricked upward in a combination of disbelief, sadistic amusement, and just an iota of fondness. So Alastor was ticklish.

Delightful.

“Don’t you “Husker’ me, you son of a bitch,” he scoffed as he pushed into the soft skin, delighting in Alastor’s cackles. “We both know that you love when I use my claws,” he drawled, smirking as he fluttered over the wiggling skin. “Don’t think I’ve ever used ‘em this way on you before.”

Alastor knew Husk was right. He did so enjoy their antagonistic relationship and all the fun duels that would come of it. It was interesting to see just how many ways the kitten could use his claws. But, why this?

“Cat got your tongue?” Husk’s claws skittered up further to tuck under Alastor’s arms and the staticy cackles shrieked out even louder. His hooves beat against the floor as his hands found purchase against Husk’s, but oddly enough didn’t seem to care about moving them.

“Oh I knew it,” Husk grinned viciously at the overlord as his nails traced between his ribs. “You’re enjoying this.” He was pleased to see the bright dusting on his cheeks and the angry glare. It made sense honestly. Alastor loved games and he loved laughter. This kind of combined his two favorite things.

He decided he was being too kind to the deer by letting him see where he was targeting next, and so his claws slipped up underneath Alastor’s suit. The microphone feedback it elected made him wince, but he chuckled as Alastor squealed.

“NOHOHOHO! HUSK DOHOHON’T!”

Husk smirked as he started a slow drumming along the deer’s belly, endeared at the way the feline claws searching around his bare tummy brought forth little fawn like squeals and snorts. Husk couldn’t believe how adorable and childish the poor thing sounded. “You really are just a little fawn, aren’t you?”

He rolled his eyes as Alastor made an attempt to be threatening, antlers branching out for a moment. A punishing scribble across his tummy made them retract as Alastor bucked against the ground. “Yeah yeah, none of that now. Don’t want to ruin our game already by being the radio demon, huh?”

He for one was enjoying this. Who wouldn’t be allured at the idea of having their overlord at their mercy for any reason? Although the rare, lighter atmosphere surrounding them was…nice.

Over the years their antagonism was afforded rare moments of softness, especially with Niffty in their lives. A glimpse of the friendship that had been sullied by a contract.

Alastor’s genuine laughter was so bright and airy. It bubbled out in glee, with a nearly precious flick of his ears. Husk couldn’t help but notice he was making very little attempt to get away, almost surrendered into it as they played.

Well. Didn’t want to make it too comfortable for him now, did he? Husk readjusted his position on the poor deer, and inched his claws further up his suit. He was pleased to see his prey kick and struggle more. “You know, you’re always trying to antagonize my cat behavior, so how about I just make it easier for ya?”

His claws planted along the deer’s bottom ribs and tummy, and began to knead and massage into the sensitive flesh there. The potent little pokes, almost sharp enough to hurt, got even louder shrieks of laughter.

“HUSK STAHAHAP!” Alastor snorted, yelped, and barked out more staticy laughter through screeching microphone feedback. When Husk’s claws got dangerously close to his bellybutton, he nearly babbled out a plea for mercy.

The feline blinked in surprise and just barely traced his claw along the edge of his bellybutton. The effect was electric. Alastor kicked and bucked, and to his horror and humiliation, a deer bleat squeaked out.

Husk blinked for a moment as that…frankly adorable sound processed. Then to Alastor’s further horror, he burst into laughter. “Ohoho my fuck! Whahat was thahat? That was so cute! Did I push a button or something?”

He rose an eyebrow when he saw the dials return to Alastor’s eyes as the radio host growled. Scoffing, Husk’s claws flexed back into the soft flesh of his belly, and Alastor fell back into laughter. “Put those antlers away, I’m not gonna tell anyone. But…I do feel like pushing buttons.”

Alastor gave him a warning look and shook his head, but Husk only nodded back without fear and tasered his claw into the deer’s bellybutton. The radio host screeched and now the feline was struggling just to keep him pinned down.

It seemed he had found ‘the death spot’, and Husk was fully intending on exploiting the spot to its fullest extent, if he could just get the cannibal to stay still. Each dig was sending off electrocutions of sensitivity, and nearly pulling a hiccup from the deer.

The deer beat and smacked his hooves uselessly against the ground, until finally he’d kicked off a shoe. Husk blinked as it went flying, and when he saw the little hoof that was struggling to curl in, he felt the fear radiating off of the cannibal.

Hm. Maybe he hadn’t found the deer’s death spot yet. Husk turned to the wiggling hoof, and his eyes dilated playfully, following the movement. He turned and jumped on it, and didn’t expect Alastor’s resulting reaction.

“NONONO!” Alastor tossed himself onto his stomach and began hilariously scrambling his claws into the floor. “Husk please, you’ve gotten me back!”

“Please?” The feline looked back at him, taken aback and very very amused. Alastor must be really bad here if he was begging. If anything, that just ensured he had to try this spot. Husk smirked as he grabbed the overlord’s ankle, and just barely grazed a nail along the arch of the deer’s foot. The resulting scream was glorious.

He was deathly ticklish on his hooves, it was the only real spot that could break him quickly. If Husk found that out, it’d be the end for him! Yet it seemed it already was, as claws scribbled relentlessly up and down his hoof.

Alastor howled with laughter into the floor. He beat his fists, slamming repeatedly into the hard wood as he hiccuped and shrieked, past the point that he could get out any words.

“Shhh, keep it down man,” Husk pretended to scoff, thoroughly enjoying each desperate scream and babble. “You’re gonna wake Niffty and we’re gonna have to deal with her. Don’t want her seeing you like this do ya? She’d love to join in.”

His claws found the deer’s toes, drilling in. The scream from Alastor reverberated with feedback as mirthful tears squeezed from his eyes. Another unheeded babble of mercy squeaked out, and before either of them realized it, strange shadowy appendages flailed from his form.

They careened into Husk, who yelped and fumbled off of the deer. He shoved himself up off the floor just enough to see the strange tentacles waving in the air. Alastor was staring at them with wonderment.

“The fucking fuck?!” Husk yelped out in disbelief. “What the shit are those? Where did they come from? Never fucking seen them before.” He couldn’t help but feel fear curdling in his gut. Alastor had amassed new powers?

Catching his breath, the deer curiously ran a hand along one of the shadowy things. It felt almost leathery and cold. “How interesting! Of course I have made quite a few new deals lately and have honed some new abilities. Perhaps this is one of them?”

“Yeeeeah, uh, I’m not a fan.” He backed up from his boss, not liking how the slithery things were looming over him. “Put them away Ursula.” To his horror, Alastor seemed to have clued in to the same thing Husk was fearing. “No. Don’t you even.”

“You really think you can get off tickling the radio demon without receiving punishment in return?” Alastor chuckled sinisterly as his eyes blackened and dials glowed.

“It was revenge for the wings, you asshole!” Husk scrambled to get up but shrieked as the tendrils were faster. A wobbling grin plastered his face before he could stop it, even as he hissed and swiped at the tendrils.

“And now I’m having my own revenge.” He was pleased to see his prey squirm. It was always fun to watch them struggle, and flop about until they realized freedom was hopeless. “You should feel honored, Husker! You're helping me test out these new powers!”

Husk’s claws made hilarious squeaking sounds as they grated across the floor. “Oh yeah, fucking fantastic,” he drawled as he was pulled closer and closer to Alastor. “My life’s long aspiration has been to help some weirdo with his newfound octopus powers.”

A bark of laughter couldn’t even be concealed as he felt the tip of the tendrils flick along the pads of his feet. “Nohoho! Ahahahalastor! Dohohon’t, you priiHIIIHIHICK!” The tendril exploded in wiggles along his foot, delighting in the way the poor feline screamed and kicked.

“Hmmm, the volume dial seems to be acting haywire! I don’t appreciate such a muffled tone!” Alastor grinned and grabbed Husk, yanking him off his stomach and onto his back where he could hear his laughter and screams freely. “Think Hell would appreciate a different broadcast?” he teased.

“YOU BEHEHETTER FUCKING NOHOT!” the bartender yelped, horrified by the mere thought of it. He wouldn't put it past Alastor and that thought horrified him. He meowed loudly, much to Alastor’s delight, and attempted to batter the deer with his wing. The feather attacking him brought bright giggles from Alastor, whose appendages were having a hard time focusing now.

After a few moments of attempting to school his concentration back, Alastor managed to utilize even more of the tendrils and Husk found himself at the radio demon’s mercy as a few more of them drilled into the hollows of his wings. It was nearly overwhelming. Alastor never had the ability to attack so many spots at once.

Husk shrieked and flapped his wings desperately, the appendages battering more at the deer and flailing uselessly. He kicked his feet, raucous cackles and gruff laughter muffling into the floor. “AL NO! AL STOP STOP!” he pleaded, screaming when the radio demon only seemed to increase his ferocity.

Alastor was satisfied to watch his companion struggle, but when he noted Husk’s face starting to twist up in discomfort, the game lost its appeal. Bodily harm wasn’t what he was going for this time, so he stopped. It wouldn’t be as fun to hurt him this time around. It would ruin the spirit of their little game, and…Alastor found he rather enjoyed it.

Husk was intent to quickly scurry away before his boss changed his mind, but to his alarm, he found those tendrils winding around his arms. Panic prickled for an instant, but before Husk could really struggle he was yanked down onto the deer’s chest.

Crimson arms had enveloped him and for a moment the feline could just blink. This was even rarer than the past few minutes had been. Alastor did have a penchant for physical affection, but it never seemed genuine. Normally it was a gesture that could be used to degrade him, like the way he scratched his ears. An actual hug was rare.

Husk found his ears folding back blissfully and purrs rumbled, betraying the annoyed struggling he’d tried doing. At least he was pleased by the soft giggles that he got when his paws unconsciously kneaded the deer.

Try as he might to maintain a healthy professional distance from Alastor, he had a way of reeling him in, and trapping him in this strange little familial unit they had created. A family by chance, circumstance, and contracts. To an onlooker, he knew they looked like two dads and their daughter when they were out on a stroll. …Wasn’t far from the truth.. …Perhaps that’s one reason the chains hurt so bad sometimes, still feeling them tight in his subconscious.

No matter any affection that was exchanged between them both, or the better days they shared, those metal links would forever poison anything they could be. The thought was enough to sour Husk’s expression. Alastor noticed, and so in a last moment of daring cheek, feline instincts had him groom Alastor’s hair and face.

“Oh-eugh! Disgusting!” Alastor groaned, quick to shove his pesky cat to the ground and wipe the saliva off him. “You and your damn grooming. Sullying a good moment between us.”

It ain’t that that sullied it, Husk thought, but kept the bitter words to himself. Instead he sat up against the floor and smirked over. “Thinking of using your new playthings on Niff?” He was amused to see Alastor still toying with the tendrils like a child.

“Use what on me?” There their girl stood, with her adorable red bob of hair lopsided from sleeping on it as she rubbed her eye.

“Ohhh, just a fun little game!” Alastor looked at the little lady and gave a scheming smirk—the kind that had Husk’s stomach doing flips. “I’ll give you both ten seconds to get a headstart.” He grinned as his tendrils suddenly sprung out of the shadows, flicking and rippling through the air.

“Shit—move aside Niff!” Husk yelped as he skidded across the flooring, and Alastor was quick to give chase, the merriment drifting through out their manor.

#ticklish!alastor #ticklish!husk #alastor #husk #niffty #radiohusk #hazbin hotel fanfic

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tnsophiaonly · 1 year ago

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"I refuse to be controlled, I am the controller not the controlled!"

Said the Creator whom is stuck in strings of their devotees love.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Nothing really to be worried of~

Ignore the amount of italics and bold here.... I just rlly felt like placing it I dunno, for a dramatic effect?

Cursing and Well ig uh? Death?? I dunno.

—l—o—r—t—n—o—C—

"No!" You screamed out, exploring your body with your own hands to see any difference as you felt your body shifting away from reality once again.

Ah. Your head hurts.

It feels like Dendro cores exploding in your mind.

You felt your vision getting dizzy.

Your hand reaches out for the floor but it only zapped you in the process.

Snapping you from the dizziness. Why is the floor zapping?

Oh. The floor was embodied by electro.

The whole room is.

What the hell?

You stood up but stumbled upon doing so. Aghk! It zapped you again when you fell flat on the floor.

You stood up, reaching out your hand for supports.

Ugh, your head hurts.

Was this a trap? Fuck.

Your mask fell off. Well, your ¼ mask fell off.

And the dizziness disappeared.

But you were left with less electro resistance, and the electro hurts.

You try your best to put the mask on again.

And successfully wore it. Covering your left/right eye (which you prefer)

Whatever happened earlier, you have to get out of here first. You ripped the shoji in the middle to get out easily and ran as fast as you can, sliding left right, you don't even know where you are now.

Your foot hurts from the electro zapping. And also the fact that you're so dizzy, just makes it so hard to run. Your whole body aches and you fail to see the wall you're running to. It zapped you.

You ended up falling down and you lost consciousness.

—y—t—i—l—a—e—R—

"Wake up!!!"

You shoot your eyes open. And looked around.

A family member/guardian had a nasty scowl. They've been waking you up for 15 minutes straight already.

As you try your best to engulf the reality around you, ehem, you're surroundings, which you are failing miserably as you can't even tell if it's real or not.

You look for a clock, and you see your phone, which your guardian/family member stopped you from doing so.

"You have school you know? You're gonna be late if you don't stand up!" They said, your eyes widen, YOU HAVE SCHOOL!!! omg you forgot for real.

"Well- I just need to check the time." You reasoned out to your guardian/family member. They nodded but they still have their eyes on you, still with a scowl in their face. You opened your phone and there was time. This wasn't enough. You look for a watch.

You found one and it says 5:30 AM, oh. You're class starts at 6! You stood up quickly in panic but it was wobbly and you almost fell, if it weren't for your guardian/family member supporting you. Their scowl turns into a worried look.

"Are you alright?" They asked, "You know if you're not feeling well, you can stay home right? Unless you're pretending of course.." They murmured the last part. You shook your head.

"I'm fine I swear. Probably just because of what happened in a dream of mine that felt so real. But I'm okay." You stood up, still wobbly but better than earlier. You tried your best to sound unconcerned and okay.

They looked at you at first looking at you suspiciously. But soon, let it slide. They inform you that breakfast is downstairs.

Then they walk out of your room.

You sat on your bed. Sighing.

What was that about? What just happened? You sighed again.

You prepared for school, then attended school. It was Friday...!!

The last day. It finally ended and you went home! Not a scratch! Then you have 11 homeworks due on Monday.

Sighing loudly and frustrated.

You decided to do homeworks first, while, checking Genshin out.

You see a notification in the inventory. And Sara is actually at constellation 6? And not only that you have a ¼ mask and the magical bag in your inventory which had a description of;

Charming Fate of Gems.

★★★★★

The creator's, which descended in Teyvat to bless its land and flowers, with a mask and identity as the initial K. A. Upon landing in the Electro Archon's Nation of Eternity, meeting the The Almighty Shogun, Narukami Ogosho and Kujou Sara and an individual titled as an oracle "(S/M)". Dropping such a treasure and being worshipped and prayed on in the main temple or shrine of the creator. It's worth Teyvat itself.

Treasure Inventory of Infinity.

★★★★★

A storage kind of from Your Grace themselves. Such thing has kept many of the creator's belongings. Inazuman and Plain Attire that has a scent of superiority and cinnamon, Dishes that are otherworldly and confirmed to be the creator's food from the other world, Clear Water that contains otherworldly minerals that is meant for the creator themselves, Healing Kit that had everything you need for healing any kind of sickness and injury, it even can heal Eleazer. And 1000 mora that has been blessed by the creator's delicate hands. The storage is being worshipped and prayed on in the main temple or shrine of the creator. Anyone who touches or damages the treasure shall be executed under the name of the creator.

What the hell. So was your dream not a dream at all? You don't even wanna come back. Not only that, when you explored the places, so many things were so weird, ex. The Barbatos statue in Mondstadt isn't as big and clean as the statue of YOU.

There's also Statues around Teyvat of YOU.

Not only that, everyone worships you. And every character's voicelines changed when you added them to the team, a lot of their voice lines changed, and when you asked someone else to play, it was back to normal?

And you swear, you could see the blushes in their faces when you zoom on them.

Not only that, when you play Genshin, every enemy doesn't even fight you, even if you attack them, in fact they even give you more drops than usual except for the treasure hoarders! Even the Fatui doesn't fight you, and when you fight Childe, Childe just, gives up and gives you the drops, giving you 8 dream solvents, 5 star artifacts with great main stat and subs stats ex. 8.9% crit rate main stat and 10.1% crit damage, 17 atk, 6.7% energy recharge in level 1. And when you enhance it to 20 it doesn't give you any defense or hp or atk. Unless you want that ofc. And like 5 boss drops, Childe swears that he'll give you more but it's the game files stopping him from doing so.

The same goes for every weekly boss. And after talking to Raiden? Her drops are literally the best out of all, and the other boss really envies her as you praise her through the screen. But when other people play, they get the normal ones or like the bad ones. You're the only one with good ones.

And you're primogems, yeah. Primogems. You currently have 39,673 fates both acquaint and intertwined fates. And your primogems are currently at 112,345,678. Yeah, very abnormal, at this point you could C6 and R5 every character in the game, and make them all DPS because of your artifacts... They're all too good.

But when it's other people playing, the primogems turns to 1677 and the intertwined fates is 16 and the acquaint fates is 5.

But if you want the boss to fight you, they will fight you, and so do the enemies.

Whatever what, you're still grateful but worried, concerned, and afraid.

Because, whoever said no one could follow you here must be lying.

Hmm I wonder what that means. Well either way, don't mind me reading other SAGAU stories for motivation 🤩🥰

Might switch to modernish *wiggly eyebrows 🤭*

Anyways, school starts on Monday so I might not post for a while but I'll try my best!!!

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@yourlocalstranger123

@undecidingfate

@urog1

@mmeatt

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skyward-floored · 5 months ago

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Swapped (Part 4)

Finally an update haha. Back to the first group again! And we finally see what’s up with Legend :)

Mild body horror warning, but it’s very brief and not too intense.

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Everything was so loud.

Warriors adjusted his grip on Legend as he walked, wincing as his nephew breathed in his ear. He resisted the urge to curl up on the ground again with his hands to his head, but it was a close thing.

He didn’t know how Twilight handled it. He could hear every step he and Wind took, every rustle of their clothes, every distant footstep. He could even hear Legend’s heart beating, and Wind’s too if he focused really hard.

And that wasn’t even getting into how he could smell twice as many things now either.

Warriors breathed in, and out again, trying to let the noise fade to the background. Things weren’t as bad as they were when he’d first woken up, but he still felt raw, every sense overly sensitive, and achy from the whole turning into a wolf thing as well.

...he was still trying to wrap his head around that.

Warriors hiked Legend up on his back a little further when he slipped a bit, his nephew’s head flopping against his shoulder. Wind was jogging beside him, face pinched with poorly-hidden anxiety, and when he saw Warriors adjust his brother, the worry only grew on his face.

“Why do you think he’s still asleep?” he asked in a low voice. Warriors appreciated that.

“I don’t know.” Warriors sighed as he ran a hand over Legend’s head yet again, feeling for an injury that wasn’t there.

Legend had been entirely unresponsive ever since the explosion, though his breathing was steady and he bore no injuries that Warriors could find. He was just pale, and wouldn’t wake up, no matter what they did. Warriors wouldn’t have expected Legend of all people would be so sensitive to an energy pulse like they’d experienced, but he supposed it made sense it would hit some of them harder than others.

Sort of like how the smell of every single sweaty guard we sneak past is hitting harder than other smells. Ugh.

Wind and Warriors reached a stairwell, and paused to make sure nobody was coming through the door before slipping through. The elevator technically would’ve been faster, but it didn’t afford them as much maneuverability in regards to sneaking around.

Plus while Wind had managed to get Time’s powers under control for the moment, Warriors wasn’t too keen on being in a small, easily-destroyable space with him right now.

“I hope he’s okay,” Wind said quietly, gently touching Legend’s head as they slipped into the stairwell. “You don’t think this is... permanent, do you Warriors?”

“No. I bet he’ll wake up soon,” Warriors said with well-practiced confidence. “It just must have hit him harder than us for some reason.”

He had some theories about that actually, but wouldn’t know for sure unless Legend woke up.

When he wakes up. When.

Wind nodded, then hesitated, his expression looking as worried as it had when Warriors had first woken up. “...do you think our powers got swapped permanently?”

Ice slipped into Warriors’s stomach, but he shook his head as they began to climb. “No way. if they can get swapped like this, then they can get swapped back.”

They have to.

Wind didn’t say anything further, and they climbed in silence up the stairs. The building didn’t have too many floors, and Warriors did keep in shape, but carrying a teenager up several flights would leave anyone a bit breathless. Especially someone who was still trying to shake off the effects of having his powers stolen and replaced.

No, not replaced, just switched, he firmly reminded himself. We’ll get them back.

Something beside their own footsteps suddenly caught his attention, and Warriors motioned for Wind to stop, listening intently.

His nephew froze, and Warriors pricked his ears.

...Footsteps.

Headed their way.

Warriors hissed under his breath and resumed climbing, Wind hurrying after him. He had no measure for how far off the steps were, but they were getting louder.

He heard a voice above them say something about intruders, and Warriors grabbed Wind, pulling him through a door that led to the floor below the one they were aiming for. The same voice shouted behind them, and he and Wind ran down the sleek hallway they’d found themselves in, picking a random door and trying to run inside.

It was locked though, and Wind gave Warriors a panicked look.

“Use the powers, see if you can pull it open,” Warriors said, and Wind moved in front of him, scrunching his face up as he concentrated. It took him much longer then it would have taken Time, but eventually his eyes began to glow, and markings stretched across his face as he grew in height, and Wind grabbed the handle of the door, giving it a sharp yank.

It broke off in his hand, but the door cracked open, and Wind jammed the handle back in the hole before he and Warriors bolted inside.

Wind carefully shut it, and the two held their breath as footsteps pounded past mere moments later. But apparently the guards didn’t think to check a room they’d thought was locked, and soon enough even Warriors couldn’t hear them anymore.

“I think they’re gone,” Warriors said softly, and Wind exhaled, leaning against the wall as he dropped Time’s powers.

“Good. I didn’t really want to fight them.”

He slid to the floor, looking tired, and Warriors remembered suddenly that Time’s powers were rather wearing on the user. His brother was used to them, so he didn’t often think about it, but Wind had had them for less than an hour.

Warriors sighed and sat beside him, gently pulling Legend off his back and holding him in his arms instead. Legend didn’t react, and Wind looked down at him, worried and tired.

“C’mere,” Warriors said at the look on his face, and Wind scooted closer to him, resting his head on his shoulder. “Chin up, kiddo. We’ll give those guys out there a few minutes to leave, then make our way to the jerky scientist who did this. And make him fix it.”

Wind nodded, a determined look on his face, and they rested in silence for a few minutes, Wind and Warriors catching their breath, Legend still unmoving.

“You really think he’ll be okay?” Wind said quietly.

“I do. A hundred percent.”

Footsteps rang out again, and suddenly there was a pounding on the door, shouting coming from the other side.

Warriors flinched at the noise, and quickly pulled Legend back up onto his back as he stood. Wind jumped to his feet, looking anxiously at the door, and Warriors scanned the room they were in, hoping for something useful.

It looked like they’d just landed in some kind of conference room though, unused at that, and there wasn’t so much as a potted plant they could use to their advantage.

“Warriors?” Wind said in a voice he was obviously fighting to keep level.

“We can take them,” Warriors reassured, ignoring the way each noise from outside made him want to tear his ears off. “We handled those other guys, we’ll be fine.”

A loud bang came from the door, and Warriors flinched, unable to resist covering his ears.

“What’s the plan?” Wind asked, a determined look settling on his face, and Warriors looked around, mind going into overdrive.

That was an excellent question.

The room had no other exits, apart from the giant window behind them, but that wouldn’t end well since they were several stories up. The vent in the ceiling would only work for Wind— Warriors was too big, and Legend would be nearly impossible to pull through. The door was their only way out.

“...Looks like we’ll have to fight our way through.”

Another loud bang came from the door, and Warriors flinched and stood next to Wind, getting into a ready position. He glanced back at Legend, wondering if he should set him somewhere safe, but then Legend moved.

Warriors and Wind both froze.

“Legend?!”

Legend’s eyes shot open with a gasp, and Warriors nearly dropped him, the abrupt noise making his ears ring.

“Legend!” Wind gasped, but neither he nor Warriors had the time to try and talk to him, since the door finally got beaten down.

Guards began to pour in, but before anyone could do anything, Legend made a strange noise, almost choked-sounding. Warriors jerked his head around to look at him, but then Legend let out a loud cry, and a blinding light flashed in the room.

Warriors was sent reeling from both the noise and light, and the guards were stunned by it as well, startled by the brightness. Spots flickered in Warriors’s vision, and he blinked rapidly as they faded, trying to clear it. He gripped tightly to Legend so he wouldn’t fall off of his back, and looked around as his vision finally began to clear.

Then he stared at the other Legend sitting and blinking in front of him, outfit a bright blue.

“Oh my gosh. He got Four’s,” Wind breathed beside him.

Warriors gave a quick look around the room, spotting two more Legends lying prone on the ground, purple and reddish-pink. There was one more on his back still, but Warriors didn’t have time to check the color since the guards had recovered.

They went back to charging at them, and Wind jumped in front, already using Time’s powers to keep them away.

“Keep him safe!” Wind cried, voice echoing, and Warriors nodded, then harshly shook his head, trying to focus past the cacophony of sounds ringing in his ears.

“Don’t need to!” the blue Legend shouted back, then stumbled to his feet, glaring at the guards. “I’m fine!”

His statement was proved wrong seconds later when he immediately toppled back to the ground, and Warriors jogged over to him, offering him a hand up.

The blue Legend took one look and slapped it away. “I don’t need your help freezer-burn!”

“You can’t walk and we’re trying to get out of here, take my hand,” Warriors snapped. He didn’t want to be short with Legend, especially with the state he must be in at the moment, but his head was pounding more by the minute and the sooner they all got out of here the better.

Blue Legend glared, but finally took his hand, allowing Warriors to help him up and support him. They quickly moved over to the purple Legend, who was struggling to sit up, flexing his fingers with a confused look on his face.

“I have a lot of questions,” he mumbled, and Warriors nodded.

“I’m sure you do, but right now we need to get—”

The pounding in Warriors’s head grew to an impossible degree, and he stumbled to a knee, hissing through his teeth as he felt the rest of his powers trying to activate. Oh come on not now, please not—

Warriors’s vision went dark, and his body twisted and cracked itself into a different configuration. His face elongated as his body shifted, fur sprouting up and spreading over him as he held back a cry. It was only a few seconds, but Warriors still had to catch his breath as it finished, his bones aching.

He raised his head, panting, and saw the purple and blue Legends staring at him.

“...I now have even more questions,” the purple Legend said in bewilderment.

Warriors growled, hoping it would be taken as an it’ll have to wait, and gestured for him and the blue Legend to get on his back.

Either they didn’t want to argue with a wolf, or finally realized just how messy the situation was, because neither of them argued as they climbed up onto Warriors’s back. The other Legend was still up there as well, and Warriors made sure all three weren’t going to fall off before he trotted over to the reddish-pink Legend.

This one was shivering as he stared at his hands, chest heaving with frantic breaths, and at Warriors’s soft bark, he jumped, eyes teary.

“Twi? I don’t kn-know what’s going on,” he whimpered, and the blue Legend snorted.

“Join the club! Anyone want to explain why are there four of me? Or why you’re a wolf? And why are you pink?” he yelled, and Warriors couldn’t help his whine, pinning his ears back at the noise.

“I don’t know!” the pinkish one wailed, and Warriors woofed, trying to get him to calm down. Oh, what is it that Twilight always does...

Warriors moved forward and nuzzled him, and the pinkish Legend stilled, sniffling a little as he looked at him.

“Why’s Twilight blueish?” he asked as he gently stroked his fur, and the blue Legend grumbled.

“It’s not Twilight, it’s Warriors, and no I don’t know what’s going on. Get up here.”

The pinkish Legend petted Warriors for a moment longer, then wobbled to his feet, using Warriors to support himself. With all of the Legends accounted for and relatively safe, Warriors turned his attention back to Wind.

Who seemed to be having absolutely no trouble beating up the guards.

One went flying past them, crashing into the table and landing in a motionless heap, and Warriors stared. Wind was fighting with an unusual ferocity, teeth bared and eyes glowing.

He took out three guards at once with a swing of his fist, and snarled when another tried to charge him. Knocking the weapons out of two others hands, he then smacked their heads together, sending them crumpling to the floor.

The single man who was still left standing slowly backed away, then bolted out of the room.

“...Whoa,” one of the Legends whispered.

Warriors cautiously trotted his way over, the room almost weirdly silent now, and Wind turned around and looked at them all, his eyes blazing with light.

“That’s not Dad, is it,” the purple Legend said quietly, and Warriors nodded.

He was silent for a moment, Wind still standing motionlessly in front of them, and Warriors was running wildly through different plans in his mind, wondering what he could do to snap Wind out of the power rush he was doubtlessly experiencing. Why couldn’t he talk as a wolf?!

“Link,” the purple Legend spoke up, and Wind panted as his gaze shifted to him. “Relax, they’re done.”

Wind swallowed, and abruptly dropped Time’s powers, wobbling a little but staying upright. Warriors quickly moved to support him as well, and they all just stood there for a moment, catching their breath and processing what exactly had happened.

“Thanks,” Wind whispered, and Warriors chuffed softly in reply.

“So. Wind is Dad, Warriors is Twilight, and this just keeps getting weirder!” the blue Legend yelled. “Not to mention whatever is up with me!”

“You mean us,” the purple one corrected.

“Ugh whatever!”

“Our powers got swapped,” Wind said, still gulping in air. He looked a little dizzy, and Warriors gently nuzzled him. Wind petted him in return. “The scientist screwed things up with that explosion, if you remember that.”

“Ah... yeah that would explain some things,” the purple one said, and the pinkish one moaned, slipping off of Warriors and burying his head in his knees.

“I don’t want to be four people,” he whimpered.

“Well I don’t either, suck it up,” the blue one snapped. “How is this even possible?!”

“Quiet down, Warriors’s hearing is extra-sensitive,” Wind said with a glare, and though the blue Legend glared back, he did lower his voice when he spoke again.

“How do we fix it?”

“We were working on that,” Wind huffed, toeing a guard’s arm away from him. “We were going to head to the top floor and hope we ran into the others on the way. And make the scientist give our powers back.”

“We got separated, huh?” the purple one asked, and Wind nodded, and explained about the radios being out as well. “Hm. That makes things difficult.”

“You’re telling me,” Wind sighed.

Warriors barked then, catching everyone’s attention. Once he was sure they were all looking, he jerked his head in the direction of the door, giving his nephews a pointed look.

“You want us to get going?” Wind asked, and Warriors nodded. They shouldn’t stick around in one place longer than necessary.

“Good idea. That straggler was probably going for reinforcements,” the purple Legend said with a grimace, and Warriors heard a groan from his back. “Oh, the green one’s waking up.”

“Took him long enough,” the blue Legend grumbled.

Wind moved over to Warriors’ back, and Warriors heard another groan from behind him. “Legend? Er, green Legend? You with us?”

“Y... yeah...” a voice mumbled, sounding pained. “Wait, why... green Legend..?”

“Because I’m blue and he’s purple and that one is pinkish,” the blue Legend said with a smirk.

Warriors couldn’t see the green one’s face, but he knew Legend well enough to guess at the expression he was making.

“And there’s... four of me now... why?” he asked slowly.

“Our powers got swapped. You got Four’s, I have Dad’s, Warriors has Twi’s, and we’re on our way to stop the jerky scientist who did it,” Wind summarized.

“...oh.”

Warriors let out another pointed woof, and Wind nodded. “Right. We need to get going. Are you guys all... okay?”

“I’m fine,” blue Legend said, and slipped off Warriors’s back. Warriors didn’t miss the way he stumbled though, and he frowned. All the colors of Legend that he could see were still pale, and even the purple one, who seemed the most steady of the group, looked rather shaken. Maybe they should leave Legend hidden here while he and Wind went and faced the scientist...

“I know what you’re thinking, you’re not leaving us here,” the purple Legend said, giving Warriors a look.

Warriors huffed, wishing he could argue his point. Unfortunately his head was pounding so much he knew he wouldn’t be able to focus enough to turn back so he could speak, and his skill in that area was still a little shaky anyway. So he settled with giving the purple Legend a small growl in return.

“We’ll need their help, Warriors,” Wind pointed out. “And leaving them here wouldn’t be very safe either. It’s better they come with us.”

Warriors couldn’t help the soft whine he let out at the thought of taking a splintered and weakened Legend into a dangerous fight, but he knew Wind was right. They couldn’t leave him here alone and vulnerable.

Though, would it even technically be leaving him alone since there are four of him?

“He’s right... you’ll need us,” the green Legend said, voice a little stronger, but still weak.

“Darn right. And I want a chance to wail on this jerk,” blue Legend snarled, pounding a fist into his palm. “He can’t just swap our powers around and expect us not to fight back.”

“I want to help too,” the pinkish one chimed in. “And I... don’t want to stay here alone.”

Warriors sighed, and gave them all a nod. All right, all right. I guess we’re all going.

But I don’t like it.

He tilted his head towards the door, and Wind helped the pinkish Legend stand up, the blue and purple ones joining him as they headed towards the door. Warriors felt a hand gripping tight to his fur, and he looked back at the green Legend, his face pale but determined.

Warriors swallowed, and followed the rest of the group back out into the hallway.

Please let this not be a mistake.

#linkeduniverse #Incredibles au #Incredibles au fic #IAU Warriors #IAU Wind #IAU legend #fic #writing from the floor #hehe I’ve been so excited for this chapter #gosh this fic is getting long it was never supposed to be this long 😭#I hope you all are enjoying it at least

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kieran-granola · 8 months ago

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Mer! Tim and mer! Jason knocking each other up at the same time by accident and hilarity ensues when people find out

Jason wakes up feeling warm. His tail is hopelessly tangled with Tim's, the two of them cuddled up on a bed of soft algae. He can feel every single one of Tim's slow breaths, the shudder of water through his side gills ruffling Jason's wispy fins.

It's peaceful in a way he didn't think breeding season could be.

A quiet note fills the water as Jason hums in contentment. The sound makes Tim stir. With a smile, Jason presses soft kisses to his throat and cheek — over the bites he left on him at the height of their Mating frenzy. Tim’s eyes blink open. He gives Jason a slow smile before drawing him into a kiss. Their lips move languidly together for a while, rows of razor-sharp teeth hidden away.

Eventually, Jason pulls back. He nuzzles Tim’s nose with his own, before untangling their limbs to stretch his tail. Eyes half-lidded, Tim watches the movement. Then his own song echoes with a surprised warble as his expression goes from languid to pure delight.

“You caught!” he exclaims.

Jason blinks before looking down. It takes him a bit of squinting in the low light before he spots the darker patch of skin on his belly. Hands flying to his middle, he lets out a soft sound. He’s pregnant! He wasn't sure that it was in the cards for him after the Green Waters. He thought that he'd been too damaged, too broken to be the livebearer in their pair.

(…Not that Tim and him didn't give every configuration a try, but that was more a matter of pleasure than reproduction.)

Grinning widely, he tugs Tim out of bed and twirls him in excitement. “We did it! We’re going to be parents!”

With a giddy laugh, Tim wraps his arms around Jason’s neck. Lost in each other’s eyes, they let themselves forget the world, their tails swirling together in a bright flash of gold and red as they dance in joy. Their fins fan in and out to the rhythm of their shared song… until the rumbling of Jason's stomach interrupts them.

Tim laughs as their dancing winds down. “Sounds like I better do my duty and feed you.”

“I want mackerel,” Jason demands playfully. “To celebrate.”

“Aye, aye, Sir.” Tim rolls his eyes as he slings his hunting harness over his chest.

Jason steals a couple of kisses while helping him with the clasps, before accompanying him to the entrance of their breeding nest. Tim gives him one last nuzzle before swimming into the brighter ocean, his staff in hand. Jason watches the light reflect off his pretty golden tail from the safety of their cave…

Right before rushing after him with a gasp.

“Tim!” Jason exclaims as he catches Tim’s wrist.

Tim whirls around in surprise. “Uh, I don't think you're supposed to leave our ca—”

“You caught too!”

Tim freezes. “What?”

“Look!”

Jason puts his hands around the discreet darker spot on Tim’s stomach. Tim frowns, but he looks down. He blinks. Then his mouth falls open in shock.

“Holy shit! How is that even possible?!”

“I don’t know. I have no idea what happened, but obviously it did, and… Fuck. Tim, we’re going to have so many fries!” Jason can't keep the excitement out of his voice, the deep, overjoyed notes of his song joining the clicks of his tongue.

Tim gives him a soft smile. “Yeah. Yeah, we are. I guess that warrants twice as much mackerel?”

“Yeah! Actually, wait. No." Jason frowns. "It’s too dangerous. You shouldn't be out hunting.”

Jason starts dragging them both back to their nest, but Tim resists. “Neither should you by that logic, but we still need to eat.”

Jason scrunches up his nose. He was so caught up in his discovery that he forgot about the practicalities for a minute. Shit. He has no idea how they're going to deal with logistics when both of them will need to be protected, fed, and taken care of while their fries gestate. Unless…

Ugh. Jason looks at Tim. His partner’s face is schooled into a careful mask of neutrality which tells Jason everything he needs to know. Tim has had the exact same idea he did, and he's waiting to see how Jason feels about it.

“I don't suppose you've got a secret uncle who could host us?” Jason tries.

Tim’s lips quirk in amusement as he shakes his head. “Sorry. No hidden family anywhere.”

“Dammit.” Jason sighs, and a torrent of bubbles swims up between them. “You know Bruce is going to be insufferable if we ask him for help, right?”

“Yeah." Tim sighs too. "We'll be safe, though, and our fries too.”

“Ugh. I guess. Fine. You give him the news, though. I need him to work it out of his system before letting him anywhere near me.”

Tim grimly extends a hand. “That's a deal... if you take care of telling Alfred.”

Jason pales, but he shakes Tim's hand. "Deal."

#kieran writes #jaytim #jason todd #tim drake #mermay #ok listen #i know this said comedy but i got caught up in the fluff #don't look at me

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beloved-daydreams · 1 year ago

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"Her pet"

⚠️Warning⚠️ a spicy Jurdan fic! So minors do not interact please!

It starts off really fluffy and despite the heat in the later part I tried my best to keep it fairly soft and mindful. BUT it does contain some bdsm-like elements (being tied up and blindfolded but I promise there’s no physical "violence" or like, "roughness" I suppose is a better term?)

It has some vulnerability and a liiittle bit of crying but in a good way ;)

Anyway, you just gotta trust me with this one. I think I managed to keep things rather cute and tasteful though I’m sure in a few days I’ll feel stupid for writing this. ❤️🫠

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Cardan was laying down on the bed as if it were a flowery meadow. Which, well, it was a bed of flowers but not quite literally a grassland. The High King was waiting for his wife to finish bathing, he had offered to wash up with her or even to wash her back but she would turn him down everytime. Pointing out how he would immediately start to snuggle up against her and lead things to go haywire.

Sick of waiting, Cardan walked up to the bathroom door. And just as he was about to go in, Jude walked out of the room, almost hitting him in the face with the door. Realizing what her dear husband was about to do, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, giving him a disapproving look.

"You know, sometimes I really wish I could still command you."

Unfazed by the comment, Cardan answered assuredly.

"Oh interesting, what would you make me do? Shall I swear an oath to you again just for tonight?"

"Ugh." Jude pushed Cardan aside, making her way towards her dresser and sitting down to brush her hair. "Whatever it is you’re thinking about, I know I don’t need an oath to make you do it since you would obey me gladly for anything that would feed your fantasies."

He smiled, thinking how his wife knows him so well. Then he followed her to the dresser, standing behind her.

"Allow me."

Snatching the brush away from her hand, the King started to lovingly brush his Queen’s beautiful hair. Sometimes his hands would brush against her neck, though most times it was done willingly and Jude knew that instinctively, yet she let him do it nonetheless. Since she liked how gentle his hands were when he took care of her. It was almost therapeutic… if it weren’t for the few times her hair would be too tangled and result in her quietly wincing at some of his brush strokes.

"...Would you do something for me as well?" Cardan mutters, yet Jude catches it clearly.

"Of course. Would you like me to brush your hair as well? Although…" Jude looks at his reflection in the mirror. Slick as always. "It doesn’t look like it needs much brushing at the moment."

"No, not that… my back is what would need some of your help."

Now that Jude thinks about it, she has never clearly seen his bare back, since the only times he was shirtless, she would usually be facing him…

"...What is it? Don’t tell me you’ve got back pains?"

"Mmh… Something like that."

Worried, Jude’s gaze shifts to the ground, remembering how Balekin treated him. And how she never told him about it. She reasoned with herself, convincing herself that there was absolutely no need for her to bring up his past to him again… unless he would be the one to bring it back first. In that case, she felt like she had to tell him. She didn’t want to omit information like this.

And as she had thought, that day was today. Cardan let his shirt drop to the floor, turning his back to her, allowing her to see the state it was in. It had small marks all over which was concerning since the Fae are much more resistant to scarring, in fact, they almost never scar at all. The only way for them to get a scar is if the same spot is abnormally hit over and over again and not taken care of, which practically never happens. Since treating a wound right away is the natural thing to do. Seeing how his back was in this state, Jude came to the conclusion that Cardan at some point just gave up on trying to heal the wounds, knowing that the same thing would keep happening.

"I consulted a Faerie who has a knack for medicine. They said that I should apply-" Cardan hands over something that looks like a weird cross between honey and condensed milk. "This lotion. Apparently, it could possibly even heal old wounds."

Taking the container into her hands, Jude looks into Cardan’s eyes, touched that he would ask that of her.

"I see. Go lay down on the bed then, I’ll apply it."

Leaning over, not only does she apply the lotion, she gives him a light massage while she’s at it. Hoping that it will somehow make her following words less hurtful.

"...It was all Balekin’s doing, wasn’t it? Back when I was working undercover for Dain, I saw how he treated you... Um. Unwillingly, of course."

Cardan stays silent for a moment, before uttering a simple and calm. "I see." Which takes Jude off guard.

"That’s it? You’re not mad?"

"What is there to be mad about? I always knew there was a possibility that you had witnessed it since you even found that damned paper." The one with her name, written down over and over again. Obsessively. "Besides, at this point you’ve seen me in all of my lowest moments. This one is only a trace of the past I’d like to erase from my back… Well, quite literally."

Jude laughs seeing how he still has a sense of humor at a time like this. But she still appreciates the honesty, and his attempt at lightening up the mood. And although she can’t see it, she feels his tail flailing behind her. Either because of his nervousness at showing his vulnerability, or her massage is just that good. She doubts it, though it’s probably a bit of both.

Suddenly, a ridiculous idea pops up in her head. Most likely because she wants to make him feel comfortable. To please him.

"Cardan dear?"

She takes on that sweet tone. The one Cardan recognizes as a very favorable signal to some filthy doings in their private chambers. He knows that tone and gets giddy, only hearing it is enough to get him thrilled.

"Yes, my Queen of mischievousness?"

Already exasperated, Jude lightly taps him on the head.

"Would you let me tie you up?"

A bit taken aback, Cardan turns his head to the side, trying to see Jude’s face. Which she disallows by placing her palm on his eyes, blocking the view of her red cheeks. Despite the offer, Jude was still a bit shy from saying such things.

"As well as your eyes and your mouth. I’ll cover them. Would you agree?"

Cardans grins, his eyes still covered by her hand.

"Just as you said earlier my sweet Jude: I would gladly agree to anything of the sort."

From then on, things are a bit blurred. Jude digs through their wardrobe and room, in search of cloth that can be used to cover his eyes and something to tie his mouth with, so that he can still sort of get sounds out without being able to talk. And finally, for the rope she settles for a thick lace used for corsets. All she needs is to tie them well around his wrists and it’ll do the work.

Cardan undresses himself and lets himself be tied and covered obediently, not even asking what she plans on doing with him. Or to him. In truth, the answer to that question, Jude wouldn’t even know it herself. She just wants to see him unable to move freely, helpless under her gaze, her touch, her words. Whatever they will turn out to be in the moment.

As he’s finally there in front of her, his knees on the bed, hands tied behind his back, eyes and mouth covered, he’s completely at her mercy, yet Jude gets nervous and confused. She wonders what he expects of her or if he has any expectations at all. And if he did, what would they be? She has nothing ready, nothing clear in her mind. It’s all jumbled together in a mush of anxiety and craving. Thus she decides to test the waters, starting slow. Letting her body and instincts do the thinking.

As she slowly slides a single finger down his arm, she can feel him shiver at the contact. Gaining in confidence, she crawls on the bed and makes her way behind him, placing her hands around his shoulders. She rests a soft kiss on one of the small scars on his back, then another. And another. And everytime, Cardan tenses up a bit, almost as if he can’t breathe when she does that.

Gently, Jude starts talking. She’s not sure why she feels the need to, but she lets the words spill anyway.

"Humans say that if you kiss a wound, it will heal faster. It’s just a saying but…" She sneaks in a kiss again. "I hope the lotion will work. But even if it doesn’t, I’ll keep kissing your scars forever. Would you like that?"

Shyly, Cardan nods and as he does, Jude swears she can make out a wet spot on his blindfold.

"Cardan…?"

He slouches a bit, and although Jude has never seen him do that, she takes a guess.

"Cardan… Are you crying?"

His silence speaks volumes and Jude’s heart drops.

"Oh honey. I’m so sorry, should I stop?"

Yet as she makes that offer, Cardan shakes his head immediately in strong disapproval with the idea.

"Are you sure? We can stop anytime."

He nods and Jude raises her hand , running her hand through his hair, what she hopes to be a comforting touch.

"Okay. If you ever feel like stopping just… hit me with your tail or something." She wraps her hands around him, taking him into a warm embrace. As she does, it feels as if all the tension has left his body. Like he’s completely giving himself up to her.

Jude doesn’t think about what she should do or what she shouldn’t do anymore. She just lets herself show him her affection as gently and as lovingly as she can. Every single one of her actions is so careful, so lovely, Cardan feels like he could drown in this much love. And how lucky he is to be drowning in it.

As Jude caresses his ear then cheek, he shamelessly nuzzles himself against her hand. As if he’s a needy animal, hungry for attention. As if he’s her pet and only hers to play with. Jude smiles, a bit full of herself seeing his complete submission to her and how he willingly cast his pride aside, acting so pathetically cute.

"Good boy."

Cardan shivers again. This time it’s more clear as the shiver even reaches his tail. It’s quite an adorable spectacle, really. And how lucky is Jude that he only performs like this for her, and no one else.

At this point, his length is begging to be touched. She purposefully avoided that area all this time, loving how frustrated and desperate he got because of it. Cheeky, she reaches for his thighs, grabbing them firmly then caressing them.

"You want me to finish you?"

Cardan nods, a whining sound coming out of his throat since he can’t really speak.

"Hmm… I don’t know, I’m quite tired of this already. Try pleading a bit?"

Without any hesitation, he grovels on the bed, his forehead against the soft fabric of their cover. Jude is baffled at how easy it was, she can’t even laugh. She just can’t, Cardan is truly adorable when he’s being honest. In fact, Jude is now certain that there is nothing cuter. She pets him, praising him for his display of sincerity. And as she does, his tail unreservedly moves from side to side, showing his gratefulness at the kind words of praise and her touch.

As he sits up, Jude guides him to her lap, allowing him to rest his head there as she extends her hand to the area down his navel. He makes a sound at the contact.

"Sorry baby, too sudden?"

Cardan strokes his cheek against her thigh, as if to assure her that it’s okay. But as he prepares for the up and down sensation of her beautiful fingers on his shaft… nothing comes. She’s not moving her hand.

"What’s wrong dear? Surely you can try to move on your own? Go on."

As if the humiliation of him groveling in front of her wasn’t enough, he’s now expected to please himself by moving his hips on his own? He squirms under her gaze, while not even knowing where it’s directed. Yet somehow, it feels so good to be watched, to be seen, to have somebody’s undivided attention on your whole being. And knowing that they love what they see. Losing himself in the moment, Cardan obediently does as he’s told. Well, not like he has any choice. Holding on that long was already unbearable, he needed to quench his craving.

So he kept moving his hips against her rough, yet still soft fingers. Holding onto her promise, Jude didn’t move her hand away, letting Cardan desperately thrust himself against her curled up hand. And as he felt himself reach the end, an embarrassing sound left his throat. Usually it had been low and rough, this time it was high and whiny. Almost like a whimpering pup. The pleasuring sensation gone, as his thoughts cleared up to what had just happened, reality finally hit him in the face and he felt mortified. He wanted to run and hide yet at the same time… A big part of him had loved it, being treated like this. Being loved like this. Making a fool of himself in front of his darling wife.

Little did he know that the wife in question had little restraint left in her as well, if at all.

"You’re so adorable Cardan. Please, give me one minute."

She climbed on top of him, riding his thigh. Rubbing herself on it like a depraved animal, just as much as he had. And as she did, she couldn’t hold back her voice either. Cardan suddenly felt regret, not being able to see her in that state, although feeling her stroking herself on him was admittedly thrilling in and of itself. And it quite literally did only take one minute. Turns out she was just as desperate as he was...

And as she finally freed and untangled him of all of his restraints, the exact same thought was in their minds.

They kissed.

#the folk of the air #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #tfota #fanfiction #smut #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #jude x cardan #jurdan #I swear if this turns out to be my most popular post I’m gonna combust #though I highly doubt it #it would be quite funny I suppose :')

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