#walk softly yet carry a big stick

[spiritualityloves247]

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=9CtkaYEbVTY&si=gD7huje-2wWwi3y5

Hes so beautiful

[stvrnzcherries]

WHEELS ON THE BUS

m. sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: You and Matt have always been best friends, you never felt something else but an incident while you both were in a road trip together might change that.

warnings: soft dom!matt, smut, pet names, use of y/n, foreplay, p in v, degrading kink, sort of breeding kink, edging, bulging, swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (don't).

a/n: After MONTHS of being a lazy ass and also after a TIGHTT week of anxiety, I’m back and better than ever 🤍 expect more coming soon, I appreciate y’all.

Based on this request!

not proofread!

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The cold breeze tingled Matt’s skin, sending shivers down his spine as he kept piling up everyone’s bags inside the car truck, the blue hour of the sky created this dark yet comforting panoramic view of it.

A voice in the distance caught his attention “Wait up!” You taunt, running down to your best friend as a heavy bag carried behind you. You agreed a few days ago to go on this trip with Matt and his family since he was practically begging you to spend an entire week with him; even though he knew you hated the beach, you hated feeling sticky or feeling a singular drop of sweat on your skin, being in heated places was a thing that always drove you to the edge and you would get in a bad mood the whole day because of it.

It was just too excruciating, but you accepted just because your best friend didn't want to spend an entire week without you yet he liked seeing you suffer since he had always known your hatred towards the beach.

“Here ya go,” You said as you lifted the bag with all the strength you had and handed it to Matt, he just looked at you, a cocky smile forming on his lips as he placed your bag on the last spot in the trunk. “You excited?” Matt asked, closing the trunk before his eyes returned to bore into yours waiting for an answer, “If you mean I'm excited about torturing myself an entire week on the beach, then yeah.” You replied sarcastically gaining a chuckle from him, “It’ll be fun, I promise.” He said, patting your head gently.

“I highly doubt that being in the hottest weather ever is fun, Matthew.” You said, sticking your tongue out, he just chuckled and messed your hair a bit, his hand gently moving to cup your cheek as he pinched it delicately, “Thank you for coming either way.” He smiled gently and you returned it.

The eye contact lasted for a few seconds before the lousy voice of Chris caught each other’s attention, you both turned around to see him walking towards you “Time to hit the road!” He says with a big smile as he places his arm around you, he looks at Matt and then at me, “Are you guys ready?” He asked to which you replied with, “Heck yeah! Let’s hit the road!” A bright smile smeared your face as you, Matt, and Chris made your way to the backseats.

When Chris stopped taking hold of you to go to the other side of the car you were left with Matt inside the car and his face giving slight concern. “What’s wrong?” You ask furrowing your brows slightly.

That is when you realize what it was, the backseat had no space left for you, and neither Matt nor you knew what to do, “Fuck.” He muttered to himself looking back to where his brothers were situated and back to you with an awkward face.

Matt thinks for a second before parting his lips to let out the sentence, “You could sit on my lap.” His palm softly patted his lap as he looked at you with a sly smile.

Your lips pursed into a thin line, the awkwardness getting the best of you as you got into the car and carefully down your weight on your best friend’s lap. To which he just placed his hands around your waist and gently sat you down on his lap. “Relax, you’re not heavy at all.” He whispers in your ear as the car door closes.

You looked back at him and smiled shyly, trying to hide the fact that he was caressing the sides of your hips with his thumbs.

The first two hours of the road were completely normal, you and the triplets had a karaoke session for half an hour, and the rest was to talk about what you guys wanted to do as soon as you arrived and enjoy some snacks. But now you guys were only an hour away from the beach house that the triplet's parents rented.

Nick and Chris had fallen asleep for a few minutes and you could also feel your eyes heaving from the energy you wasted the first two hours throughout the way, also the fact that you didn’t sleep that well last night. Matt on the other hand was with his headphones on the minute Chris and Nick closed their eyes.

You patted Matt’s lap to get his attention, you looked back at him as soon as you did that he took his headphones off “You okay? Need something?” He asked with slight concern.

“No, I’m fine, I was just wondering if I could get comfortable so I can sleep while we get there.” You said with a little smile plastered on your face as he nodded.

Matt spread his legs slightly so you could have more space to get as comfortable as possible, you rocked your hips a little to the sides so your lower back could be resting on Matt’s chest level or closer to it, and you rested your head on his shoulder as he put his headphones back on.

Your eyes closed so easily, and your mind drifted to your dreams so swiftly that you couldn’t even imagine.

Thirty minutes left inside the car, you were still in the embrace of Matt’s arms, your position shifting once in a while.

And how clueless of Matt for not thinking how touch-deprived he is, every time you switched your position while your slept you would move your hips or straddle his lap, making his dick twitch against his pants.

His breathing getting heavier, and his body was shaking trying to contain the pure excitement that just the smallest friction could do to him. He felt so guilty for his body reacting and finding pleasure in something meaningless; something completely common and normal.

He closed his eyes, trying to contain these feelings towards you, towards your body to stop the erection that he sooner or later would have to fix all by himself.

And also wish he could arrive as fast as he could to the fucking beach house.

After what seemed like a good twenty minutes of sleep, you finally opened your eyes carefully, trying not to get blinded by the rays of sun that were passing through the window, the change of scenery makes your stomach flutter with joy as you see the ocean peek through the reliefs of the street.

You turned your head to peek at your best friend who seemed to be sleeping, his dark circles showing off a little bit more with this new change of lighting that the car has. You smiled to yourself as you saw your best friend opening his eyes quickly when he felt your gaze on him. “Did you get to sleep for a bit?” You asked, your throat was dry and raspy, nonetheless, a good cup of water could fix it as soon as you guys arrived at the beach house you were staying in.

Matt nodded, his eyes looking away from yours as he changed his position a little, making your weight lift a little, a small poking sensation in your inner thigh as he did this action. Something felt off in your surface.

You looked down, scanning Matt’s lap to check if he had something in his pockets that could make this sudden change in position make you slightly uncomfortable.

Your eyes widened as you took a glance of what was the strange object poking your inner thigh, it wasn’t just an object it was more of a certain body part. You looked away in shame, forcing yourself to stare at the blankly looking headrest in front of you, your stomach feeling fluttered as you tried to stop thinking about what you just witnessed.

The beach house was beautiful outside, it was a two-story victorian summer house, with a small front porch with two wooden chairs and a tiny round wooden coffee table, the breeze hugging your skin nicely, everything seemed to be perfect, the weather in Long Island was just the perfect balance of not too warm and not too cold, it definitely felt like the summer vibes were there.

As you entered the house, your eyes were amazed by the interior, the walls were covered in this beautiful blueish floral wallpaper, the couches looked like they some sort of English sofas, and a small chimney facing a large path to the back porch of the house, the stairs that lead to the way to the different rooms where you would be staying in for the next week.

Matt steps beside you, glancing around the place, “Wanna share a room?” He asked nonchalantly as he looked at you, taking in all of your factions, you looked back at him “I thought you and Chris agreed on sharing the same room, though?” You retorted.

Matt brushed the strands of hair blocking his view, “Yeah, I thought so too until he decided that he now wants to share a room with Nick.” He sighed, “I think I’m going to go upstairs and shower and then take a nap, I feel like I haven’t slept in years.”

You nodded “Alright, I’ll catch you later.” You replied, giving a sly smile to him as he walked upstairs and disappeared out of your sight. Things have gotten awkward since you discovered the hard-rock erection he had back in the entirety of the ride. You didn’t say a word but interacting with him or even just looking at Matt made you nervous somehow.

Your mind kept racing with the thought of seeing his body react that way to you, does this mean he feels turned on by you? Should you do something about it?

A few minutes had passed and you explored the rest of the house already, you carried your bag in your left hand as you went upstairs, a room door slightly opened and a dim light reflected on the inside of it. You pushed the door gently, and the first thing you heard was the shower running down, Matt’s bag half-opened in the bed, you tossed yours to the other side, sitting down beside it, your head had a pounding headache that you couldn’t make it stop.

Scanning the room, you see the bathroom door halfway opened, the fog from the steaming water escaping through it, you could see Matt, his silhouette revealing the way his forehead was resting on the tiled wall of the shower, the water running down his back and cascading through his hair, his hands rubbing his face exhaustingly as he sighed in pure relief.

The way his muscles flexed each time he brushed his hair back was enough to make you soaking wet in your panties. You stood up, your steps closer and carefully just to get a better view of his silhouette.

You were there, your hand opening the door more, the squeaking sound blowing your cover because Matt looked right at you in the eye, the eye contact holding on for what seemed like an eternity. You shut the door and ran down to sit back on the bed.

Would it be worth it to risk it all?

Dawn arrives, you've been playing with Nick and Chris UNO matches for what seems like an hour now on the back porch of the residence, every match Nick either complained or Chris would make a mess and you guys would have to play all over again, that was until Nick threw a tantrum over him and they both went to their separate ways inside the house.

You were lying now on the couch of the living room, bored filling your senses, your phone not even making an effort to entertain you at all. You heard steps coming from the staircase, as you looked up you saw Matt, his hair was still a little wet and he looked like a brand new person in comparison to how he looked a couple of hours ago. “Hey, I’m going to drive around town, I was wondering if you would like to come with me?”

You stood up from the couch, “Sure! I was getting bored, so.” You both walked towards the front door, Matt opening it for you.

The town was almost like a sort of ghost town, with a few people walking down the sidewalk, and making their way to Amangasett beach. The lamp posts illuminated around with a tenuous yellowish light, the night sky revealing a pale moonlight. “Wanna go for a swim?” Matt’s voice takes you out of your trance.

“Yeah, I don't see why not.” You replied with a small smile as you moved to his seat and gave him a side hug, to which he just chuckled and kept his eyes on the road.

Matt parked the car in an almost empty zone at the beach, the place seemed clear of big crowds, just a few couples sitting by the edge of the ocean but no one else. As you got out of the car you took off your shirt and shorts quickly, running down to the ocean as Matt followed your pace, the both of you giggling.

Your body trembled when your toes grazed lightly on the water, the adrenaline and tingling sensation making your heart flutter anxiously, you kept sinking your body until half of your abdomen was fully covered by the ocean, you looked at the moon taking in the sight of it until you felt cold fingertips touch your lower back. “I’m glad you came with us,” Matt said, his voice sounding so distant yet it had a hint of something else you couldn't fully recognize.

He spins you around by grabbing your waist, your eyes meeting his as he pulls you closer, your breaths mixing with each other’s as he takes the sight of your face, his hands still positioned on your lower back. His eyes shone brighter than ever before. “I mean, that’s what friends are for, right?” You looked for a split second at Matt’s lips, his tongue sticking out to lick the inner corners of his lips before parting them.

“Yeah, friends…” He breathed out, his words laced with that unknown feeling you can’t recognize, his eyes giving a glint of lust as he looked at your lips.

Your mind drifts to the moment you both are in the car, his hard rock erection making you question whether it’s worth it to risk the friendship or pretend like it was a little accident, even though it wasn't little at all.

Or the shower incident, nothing of what happened today was by accident, there was not even a chance that it was.

Your attention gets drawn by his breath getting closer to your ear, his voice carefully whispering his words “What you thinking ‘bout?”

You licked your lips, your voice trembling and your words slipping out of your mouth sloppily “Nothing…w-why?” your lips pressing together as his breath reached down your jawline, his lips grazing the fine line of it teasingly, a low dark chuckle getting out of his mouth when he saw you shiver by the smallest contact.

“Remembering what you saw in the bathroom, hm?” His lips pressed tentatively, traveling from your jawline to your neck, you titled your head to the side to grant him more access, his hand sneaking down to grab your throat delicately as he kept abusing your sweet spots. His other hand caresses your waist.

“I don’t have a clue of what you’re talking about…” You breathed out, breathless whimpers coming out of your mouth as Matt kept doing his attack all over your throat, leaving hickeys and wet kisses all over. He hums, Matt’s vibrant voice coursing through your body “Really? How funny, considering you even tried to be sneaky about it.” He says as he returns to kissing your jawline, then your chin, and then he gets to your lips, tempting you to make the move, his teeth biting your lower lip gently.

“Don’t act so innocent now, you were sneaky about your little accident back in the car too.” Your words shut out with such confidence, you looked at him, your eyes piercing his as you took in his reaction of pure shock; his lips parted and that was the chance you decided to get to kiss him. The both of you synchronized perfectly as if your lips were meant to be for his.

Your hands went directly to his chest, your fingertips doing small circles around his collarbone as he pulled you closer by your waist. Your noses were touching at this point and the kiss got more intense, the both of you roaming your hands all over each other’s bodies.

You were now lying down on the backseat of the car, your hand gripping Matt’s hand as he sucked your right nipple, his other hand playing with the left one, your back arched off the seat and your legs were wide open, fully unclothed now in the secluded space that he decided to take you to. Your eyes closed as you let the overwhelming pleasure take control of your body, his tongue swirling around your nipple, your breathless whimpers making Matt get harder beneath you with each passing second.

His kisses trailed to your belly, kissing it intently “I’m going to stuff this beautiful body of yours with my babies” A dark glint on his eyes as he ascended back to your face to kiss you. His hand traveled down to where your folds were, his fingertips adding pressure as he moved them in circles, causing you to gasp at the sudden wave of pleasure you were experiencing. Your hands flew to Matt’s biceps, your nails burying deep inside his skin as he kept getting you all worked up.

His lips rushed to kiss yours, this time more desperate and sloppier than ever as he kept adding more pressure on your sensitive nub, your moans getting louder as the knot in your stomach gets stronger. “m’ god” You babbled between kisses, your eyes closed as you take in all of the ecstasy.

“So close…” You breathed out, the knot snapping any second.

Then suddenly, the feeling stopped, completely gone.

You opened your eyes, Matt’s looking at you with a devious expression as he untied the lace from his shorts, the bulge of his dick very visible even though you are in an almost dark place. “What?” He asked, his head tilting to the side, a low chuckle as he spoke, “Wanted to finish?” You nodded, the desperation clear.

“Why would I let you finish if we haven’t even started? Hm?” He crawled back to be face to face with you, you felt his tip grazing your folds unintentionally, “Spread those legs wider for me, m’kay?” He said in a low voice, almost a whisper.

The desperation and adrenaline fuels your body, your legs spread wider enough to give him space between you, he positioned his tip in your entrance, edging you out even more until you had to practically beg to him. “Matt, please—“ you huff out at the undying desperation that your body was craving.

“Aw, look who’s getting frustrated now…” He coos, his left hand pumping his dick slightly before he slammed into you without warning, his movements frantic and hard, your head hitting the door slightly each time he pounded back inside you.

Your hands flew back to his biceps, gripping onto them for dear life as erratic moans emitted out of your mouth, his pace was nowhere close to being steady, it was sloppier as if he was already on the verge of getting on his own high too.

The tip of his cock was hitting that sweet spot of yours perfectly, making you salivate due to the incredible amount of intoxicating pleasure you were given in twenty minutes. Your mind felt fuzzy, this kind of pleasure was something that you’d stopped experiencing a long ago, your eyes crossing and shutting as you felt that sweet sensation of being closer, Matt abusing that spot deep inside you over and over again.

You couldn't even remember the last time sex felt this good, and never in a million years, you would’ve thought that your best friend would be the one to achieve that with you. Your thoughts stopped as soon as you felt his thumb on your tongue, indicating for you to suck it which you didn’t hesitate to be asked twice.

Your tongue swirled all over his thumb like a lollipop, getting it all wet as you felt the grunts and whines from Matt, the grip his other hand had on your hip getting tighter within two minutes. His pace not slowing down but getting ten times faster than it already was, the car shaking and your hands gripping the door to hold onto dear life.

Pornographic moans emitted out of your mouth as you felt that tight knot forming once again and getting closer and closer to snapping ferociously, your hand gripping tightly onto the seat as your eyes closed.

Matt’s placed his hand to grasp your chin, forcing you to look at him. “All that teasing to get dumb fucked by me?” He said, his voice losing power from time to time.

snap.

Your juices spurt all over the seat and coated Matt’s dick in a thin, sheer coat of hot cum. Moans emitted out of your mouth as your grip on the headrests of the car loosened up due to the lack of strength that your body was capable of holding up. Your legs are all wobbly and your muscles are sore from all the containment that they did.

At this point your mind was fuzzy, too dumb fucked to acknowledge that the well-known knot snapped already, your body too weak to keep upholding Matt’s pace as he kept pumping in and out constantly.

Not too long after, Matt came to his release too. Your juices and his combined deep inside you, he pulled out of you as he admired the conjoined trail of juices coating his shaft. His left hand immediately went deep inside you, making sure his hot seed was ‘secured’. He pulled his fingers out, a popping sound as he did so, and cleaned them off easily, admiring the rest of your body, a gleam on his eyes reflecting the lustful expression of being satisfied enough.

He pulled you close to his body, sitting you straight up as you both recovered, Matt trailing kisses all over your face and repeatedly saying “M’ love you” as he caressed your hair with ease.

Both of your chests were going up and down irregularly, trying to stabilize each other’s breathing back to normality.

Matt’s eyes shifted around the car, taking a look at the foggy windows, a sly smile smearing all over his face as he traced with one of his fingers the foggy window in front of both of you, tracing the words.

‘We just fucked :)’

You finished reading what he traced on the window and chuckled weakly as Matt looked proudly at his ‘work of art’.

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a/n: tysm for 600 followers, wtf I can’t believe we’re already 600 (Nick fic coming real soon as a 600 followers special). It’s funny how I can easily write shit about Chris or Nick but when it comes to Matt, this mf is the hardest person to ever write off 😭 love y’all

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[pterodactylterrace]

“The Blacks won because it’s Rhaenyra’s bloodline that continues on.”

Ok, first of all, Aegon II made Aegon III his heir. Rhaenyra was dragon chow by then. Rhaenyra wanted the iron throne more than anything else, and she only held power for 6 months before the small folk had enough of her bullshit. Six months. She managed to rule for half a year before she was overthrown, not by a usurper, but by her own people. Clearly, not a good ruler if you can’t even make it a year without getting chased out of your castle.

Second, Rhaenyra’s bloodline managed to fumble the ball two feet from the finish line. It started with Aegon the Unworthy and it ended with the mad king being overthrown just before the long night. Just one more generation was all they needed to last, and they fucked everything up so bad it put the entire world of men at risk. That… that takes skill. You have to actively TRY to fuck up that much.

After the conquest, there was noted to be one “good” king, and that was Jaehaerys. Between conquest and dance, Jaehaerys was noted as being a good, wise king. Aenys managed to have a mob trap his oldest two children in a distant castle right before he died. Then Maegor stepped in. He may have been decent if it weren’t for the brain damage. Most of the things he did before the battle on the hill were either rumors or just not that bad. He was also very against Kinslaying. Imo, one of the worst things he did was punish everyone involved in the Kinslaying in The Eyrie. Seems kind of strange he would dole out such a harsh punishment only to then kill his nephew in a very one sided dragon battle. That was the first thing he did after he woke up, though. Considering he had such a drastic change in personality, we can’t say how his rule would have been otherwise.

After Maegor’s death, Jaehaerys steps in. You know what made him a good, worthy king? Not the fact that he was a male, or could fight, or held the bloodline, or even that he rode the bronze fury. It was because he listened to the council of his queen. Alysanne was the real MVP of his reign. She did more for women’s rights than any other queen. She listened to her people. That is the mark of a good ruler. Walk softly, but carry a big stick. Know when to speak and when to listen.

People who know they have power and control don’t need to constantly remind others. They know. It’s not necessary to maim or murder people for speaking the truth, yet Viserys and Rhaenyra do just that.

When Saera majorly fucked up, they handled it. Not the way Alysanne wanted, by the way. She was sent to apprentice with the Silent Sisters just for sleeping with men while not married. Yet Rhaenyra can have 3 obvious bastards, insult the house with the largest naval force and prove to the entire kingdom that her words mean nothing, and Viserys still declares anyone who calls the strong boys bastards would lose their tongue.

Sorry, what? The Valaryons are one of the richest houses in the realm. They control most of the naval fleet. Maybe don’t make their son a cuckold?

“They had an open marriage!”

NO ONE ELSE KNOWS THAT. To the court and the small folk, Rhaenyra promised to be faithful to Laenor in front of the eyes of the gods, and she very obviously didn’t keep that vow. Why should they trust anything she says as Queen if she can’t even do something as simple as not birthing bastards? That’s what most people don’t realize in the bastard debate.

Whether you can prove it or not, the strong boys don’t look like either of their alleged parents. Like, at all. Even Aegon’s drunk ass could tell shit didn’t add up. Commoners are not going to be any different. They are going to know, and whether they can say it or not, it will still affect how they feel towards her. Can’t keep your marriage vows, why should I believe that you have my best interest at heart?

Because she doesn’t. She is a horrible ruler that lasted less than a year before the small folk rose up and drove her out. She feasted while they starved. It’s that self centered mentality that taints the bloodline and leads to The Unworthy.

Clearly no one learned about not having bastards, and this mofo decided to legitimize them on his death bed. Wasn’t going to be his problem, now was it? He died, someone else has to clean up his mess.

Hmm, not knowing how to clean up your own bastard mess, sounds familiar… oh, like Rhaenyra forcing her father to crawl from his death bed to make sure no one said mean (and true) things about her.

So I’m sorry, what were people saying about her being a good ruler? ‘Cause everywhere I look, I see another reason she should not have ascended the throne.

[sacrificialspice]

more sukuna with catgirl!reader pleaseee

POV: You are Sukuna’s catgirl!

~Part 3~ More Headcanons + Answering Inbox Messages

More headcanons have been in demand, so thought I would write some more in the meantime ;). I will address some thoughts people have added to my inbox, as these are really good ideas to expand on. Oh Sukuna, I wanna be your pet so bad (don’t we all?).

18+ content below, Sukuna x fem catgirl!reader

Contains: Reader has AFAB body parts, Master and pet dynamic, pet names, mild degradation, Sukuna being a tease, nudism, exhibitionism kinda, controlling behaviour and restricted freedom, mention of big tiddy reader but the scenario applies to other chest sizes, lactation mention, bondage (ropes), reader wears a collar, sneaky sexual acts, mention of violence and death (not towards reader), handjob, blowjob, humping, mention of unprotected PiV sex and creampie.

If you happen to have a large chest, not much would change about the lack of clothing in your wardrobe. Sukuna is a sadist through and through, so he enjoys seeing you struggling from having to carry the weight of your heaving breasts all day (sigh, what a meanie). Fucking hell, all he can think of when he sees them is how he can one day make them spurt showers of milky liquid gold for him. Covering yourself up is simply not an option, no matter if it is more comfortable for you.

Being a domestic cat hybrid, your shorter stature (compared to Sukuna) makes this especially difficult for you. The longer you go without support for your chest, the grumpier you become and start to retaliate. Swiping at Sukuna’s hands whenever he gropes the soft flesh, leaving tiny beads of blood from the scratches. (“Kitten, do you think you have the right to do that to your Master? For touching what is mine? It’s not my fault your body is so delectable. Is your chest causing you pain? Too much for a little slutty kitten to walk around with these sweet mounds? Let me help you then kitten, I’ll hold them…”).

Sukuna’s ‘solution’ is to cup your breasts, toying with your doughy chest and sensitive nipples. He soon realizes that it isn’t practical, since he unfortunately cannot be with you as much as he wishes. So, he pulls you aside one day and takes you by the hand to his chambers. (“Master… why are we in your chambers? The sun hasn’t even set yet…” you question him as it is very rare that you enter this room outside of sex or sleep. “You will see soon, just hush for now my kitten.”).

You hear Sukuna from behind rummaging through a box, and he then his large hands wrap around your wrists and guide them to the small of your back. You feel something rough wrap around your sternum, Sukuna pulling it tight. Identifying the texture as rope, you glance down to see him adjusting the length to squeeze the bottom of your breasts. Goosebumps form as it rubs against your skin, and your tail sticks up straighter than a pin. (“Heh, so cute kitten, you’re so sensitive to a little shibari.”). He moves his hands upwards, pulling the rope further to feed it between the valley of your breasts, threading it around your neckline before taking it down under your armpits.

He gives it one last harsh tug, you mewling out as your breasts start to feel a bit more weightless than moments ago. Sukuna would finish the job with some basic knots with the excess rope behind your back, securing your new ‘attire’. Your panting slows down as you become accustomed to the scratchy rope and stinging from the friction. (“Ah, it feels nice, thank you Master…” you softly speak. “My pleasure, little minx. Look at you, a proper slutty kitten for me. Highlights your assets, and gives you that support you begged me for.”). While it was far from a traditional bra, the shibari harness at least gave you an ounce of relief.

If you have a smaller chest, Sukuna would still love to bind your cute breasts in rope. As stated before, it really does highlight his favorite parts of your sweet body. He cannot keep his busy hands off your chest no matter the size. The way your tail curls at the tip and your ears flatten just shows him how responsive you are under his touch. As a bonus, the color of the rope matches your collar. Sukuna pays attention to every detail when it comes to adorning his prized pet. Whilst he didn’t want any material obscuring his view of your skin, he must admit the rope is a wonderful addition that shows how much of a good pet you are.

It was routine for you to attend Sukuna’s meetings alongside him. After all, Sukuna loved to show you off and he can keep an eye on you at the same time. The only downside to this is that Sukuna can fly into a jealous rage and slaughter those who stare a little too long for his liking. And no, he still doesn’t often let you wear anything to cover yourself even in these situations. Thus, the meeting table covered in blood and gore can be a side effect of his protectiveness towards you.

Being in his lap, you can at least hide most of your body besides your ass. Sukuna would run his hands over it as he talks, caressing your round checks and giving them a light slap here and there.

In larger counsels, the gathering of curses all with their eyes in Sukuna’s direction can cause you to become too shy. You tug at the opening to Sukuna’s kimono, mewing until he realizes what you want. (“Come. Climb into your Master’s robes.”).

However, you don’t get to just use him as a place to hide. No, Sukuna wouldn’t let you get away with being cheeky like that. You must return the favor to be his good little kitten. You purr when you feel the familiar throbbing of his shaft, grinding yourself down onto his cock. Despite your embarrassment at technically doing this in the presence of an audience, you cannot resist wanting to rub your scent and arousal all over your beloved Master. Sukuna continues to talk while you visibly squirm within his kimono, desperately rubbing your clit on his soft glans. Beads of his precum smear on your pussy lips, making your ride on his length a frictionless experience.

(“Fuck, you’re needy kitten. Gonna have’ta punish you,” Sukuna whispers to you. “Grab my fucking cock and get me off,” he demands, ignoring the idle chatter of the other curses.)

You wrap both hands around his deliciously huge cock. It stood ready for action, slightly curved and embellished with two striped markings circling the base of his dick. You stroke off your Master as he talks, keeping a steady pace as you rub your thighs together in need for that pleasure you were experiencing moments earlier. Feeling bold, you lean your head down and suck on the tip, the head of his cock stretching out your lips. Flicking your tongue out to collect the slightly tangy precum, you indulge in the taste of your Master’s arousal.

Sukuna, feeling amused, would press one hand on the top of your head hard, forcing your mouth further down his shaft. (“Be good sex kitten and work that hot little mouth of yours. Once we’re done here you’re getting spread out on that table and I’m gonna fuck you until my seed is leaking out for days.”). Counsel sessions commonly ended with Sukuna fucking out his frustration of having to deal with other curses, you either laying back on the table or bent over it. It doesn’t matter how many loads he blew into your mouth, he always makes more than enough to leave your pussy a mess too. He needs to reward you for pleasing his cock by allowing you to release those pent-up meows.

[bratz-kitten]

🪴 the signs as mitski lyrics 🍃🌱

aries: ‘i am a forest fire, and i am the fire and i am the forest and i am a witness watching it’ / ‘and i’ll go to work and i’ll go to sleep, and i’ll love the littler things’ – a burning hill

taurus: ‘at night on the rooftop i untie my hair, and watch from my plastic chair as my dark hair unleashes the night / the scent of flowers still in bloom from morning shower, and i say your name in hopes you’ll hear it in the stars’ – carry me out

gemini: ‘i will go jogging routinely, calmly and rhythmically run, and when i find that a knife’s sticking out of my side, i’ll pull it out without questioning why’ – fireworks

cancer: ‘i don’t know what to do without you, i don’t know where to put my hands / i’ve been trying to lay my head down, but i’m writing this at 3 a.m. / ‘i look up at the gaps of sunlight, i miss you more than anything’ – francis forever

leo: ‘i will wash your hair at night, and dry it off with care, i will see your body bare, and still i will live here’ / and while you sleep, i’ll be scared, so by the time you awake, i’ll be brave’ – i will

virgo: ‘your room was square, i once noticed from there, in your bed, as you slept, and i held my breath / everything had it’s own place, and i wondered what space would i take in the order you kept’ – square

libra: ‘if you need to be mean, be mean to me, i can take it and put it inside of me / if your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room, you can lean on my arm as you break my heart’ – i don’t smoke

scorpio: ‘i broke our belongings, they’re all on the floor, the room is now empty, nothing left to throw’ / ‘i broke what you gave me, but you kept giving more, and i’m sorry for taking, but i keep wanting more, more, more’ – humpty

sagittarius: ‘and i was so young when i behaved 25, yet now, i find i’ve grown into a tall child’ / ‘and i don’t wanna go home, let me walk to the top of the big night sky / please hurry, leave me, i can’t breathe, please don’t say you love me’ – first love/late spring

capricorn: ‘i’m all used up, pretty boy, over and over again, my nail colors are wearing off / see my hands, pretty boy, what do they tell you? ‘cause i’ve looked down on them not knowing why’ / ‘i can take a little bit more, let’s shake this poet out of the beast’ – bag of bones

aquarius: ‘oh hunter, if you didn’t want the beautiful so badly, perhaps you would have found it in your spirit singing softly / but hunter you were human, don’t forget it’ – pearl diver

pisces: ‘i cry at the start of every movie, i guess ‘cause i wish i was making things too’ / ‘i always knew the world moved on, i just didn’t know it would go without me’ – working for the knife

[thevoidscreams]

In honor of Mating Press March, I give you this Female reader. You are Ferrus Manus's sweet little wife and the two of you are finally getting around to making the Emperor some grandchildren. Ferrus is quite eager to start a family with you and has you in a mating press. Because it's called a mating press.

Day twelve

Ferrus time. Time to get that Manus ween.

Pairing: Ferrus Manus x reader

Warnings: Breeding, more cum than you can shake a stick at and at least a gallon of lube to fit that what this man calls his cock. The jury is still out on that though. Sorry again for this being late.

You walked confidently with the little sheet of paper in your hand towards Ferrus's workshop. A broad smile painted across your face.

The Iron hands at the door stepped aside to allow you to enter. They knew better from personal experience than to block the Iron hand's wife from him.

"Ferrus!" You called, and he turned to face you. A soft smile pulling at the edge of his mouth. "What did the results say?"

"Now is the time. I'm at peak fertility for the next three days."

Your husband stood, nodding. "I see. Well then, we'd better make the most of our time."

"I agree."

You reached out a hand to him, he took it and raised the back of it to his lips before he stood. You just barely came to his lowest rib, and it amused him every time. To see you pressed against him, so small yet so determined. Ferrus took the page and set it on his work bench.

"My father's been inquiring as to our intentions on children. Before I had no answer to give him. But I believe the next time we see him, I will have news to share with him." Ferrus told you and held your hand in his as he led to you away from his work bench and towards the door.

"I hope we do. I wonder how he would be as a grandfather." You imagined him holding your future children on his lap and telling them wild tales from the crusade and before.

His face was calm, but his hands clenched and unclenched excitedly. He was looking forward to having a child with his wife. But also the making of the child as well.

Sex had been a bit of a struggle, given how big he was and how thick his manhood was. A lot of patience and lubricant had been required. It was easier now, but still, it took some time to get him fully in you without causing harm.

Stepping past the threshold of the room Ferrus lifted you up. His lips seeking yours as he carried you to the bed. Hands pulling at clothes till you were bared to his eyes and hands. His mouth explored the dips and curves of your body, leaving a trail of marks wherever his mouth went. "My beautiful wife. You will be the best mother. I am confident about this and there is no one but you that I would rather have than you." He cooed softly. "Do you really think so?" You asked, your voice a soft tremble. "I do. I would not have said so if I did not." Your hands pulled at his body glove and he chuckled. "You must work on your patience." "I don't want to. I want you to put a child in me, Ferrus." The Iron hand smiled at your eagerness as it so closey matched his own.

He stripped himself. You took in the sight greedily.

Ferrus brought a jug out from the closet, it was filled with a clear thick fluid and you shivered with need.

The primarch settles on the edge of the bed. Your legs spread to allow him access. He poured a bit of the clear fluid onto his metallic fingers. "Are you ready?" He asked and you nodded. "Quite, it's been too long."

Ferrus snorted. "We had sex last night." You gave him a coy look. "Which is entirely too long if you ask me, my darling husband."

He shook his head and slipped one lubricated finger into your entrance, he often wished he could feel with his hands how warm you were. However his cock would simply have to do.

You moaned as he curled his fingers and spread the lubricant as much as he could. His fingers were thick and hard, having slept together so recently it was easy to take.

He poured another portion onto his fingers and returned them till his finger glided smoothly. He stopped once satisfied.

He raised the jug to his cock and poured a line down his length, rubbing it to coat the whole length. You watched the movement with great interest. Your legs opened wider as he lined himself up. Slowly almost agonizingly so, he pushed in. His hands gripping your thighs and pushing them up to allow him to reach deeper. He continued to push in, the stretch getting more severe as he did. The deep groan Ferrus let out as he bottomed out shook the bed. You loved his sounds of satisfaction. The ones that you know he was really into. You both rested for a minute, Ferrus massaging your thighs with a look of absolute love and adoration in his eyes. "Shall I begin now my love?" "I'm ready when you are." You smiled up at him. Ferrus pulled out just a few inches before sliding back in. Drawing a moan from you both. He repeated, pulling out just an inch more, than another till he was pulling out almost all the way. But his pace remained steady as he made love gently to you. 

Ferrus was not one to rush his acts of love for you. And that included sex. It was an act that meant more to him than just finding pleasure. It was one of many ways he strengthened your bond. It also mattered to him that you were safe and comfortable when he took you. It was just another thing you loved about him. His pace picked up, his thrust still even, but harder. He had the steady beat only a metronome could match. The thought brought a smile to your lips. Imagining a little tick each time he thrust back in. Your hands brushed over his chest. Indulging in the warmth and stability it provided. "I love you Ferrus." You mumbled. "I love you too." He panted leaning down to nuzzle the top of your head. One wide fingertip found your clit, rubbing circles into the tender nub. Your sweet cries of pleasure were his reward, as was the way your pussy choked his cock. “You’re so beautiful my love. Taking me as we build our family together.”

Your body lit up at the praise and you tingled all over. Sure he was more affectionate with you, but to be spoken to approvingly like that by him was like being patted on the soul. “And you are so very handsome helping me to make that family a reality.” It wasn’t much longer till he had you reaching the peak of your climax. Ferrus followed on the heels of it, stilling deep inside you as he could. Pouring a flood of cum into your womb, so much it overflowed and trickled down your thighs. Ferrus stayed in you a minute longer, allowing most of his seed to remain in you. Your pelvis looked fuller with the sheer volume. There was an audible and wet sound as he pulled out. His cum followed until he pushed a finger into you to stop it. “A shame, such a waste.” He grumbled. “I guess you’ll have to keep replacing it.” You flirted. “That I will.” Ferrus replied, his cock still hard and twitching. It was going to be a long night.

[shaunamilfman]

Werewolf!Shauna drabble

summary: "Vet!reader is walking through the woods near your house one day when you meet a particularly large looking dog."

A/N: spent half this fic seeing how many times I could embarrass werewolf shauna lmao

You're walking through the woods near your house one day when you meet a particularly large looking dog. You eye it curiously as it has an oddly human look of weariness as it looks back at you. 

You squat down slowly while holding your hands out placatingly. You carefully reach a hand towards it while asking softly, "Will you let me pet you, gorgeous?" It tilts its head to the side in interest. 

You grin teasingly. "Yeah. You have such a pretty coat don't you? You must take such good care of it." You say, as if talking to a child. The dog puffs its chest out in pride and trots over to you. You smile in earnest as you immediately start rubbing behind its ear. 

You murmur praises as you gently pet it, taking the time to look it over. "Oh, you're a girl aren't you." You mutter distractedly as you check for a collar, missing the way her ears flatten in embarrassment. "Can't believe no one's put a collar on you. Do you want to come home with me, girl?" You ask. 

The dog looks down, unable to look you in the eyes. You hear the distant sounds of a wolf howling. You give her a concerned look as you say, "We should get you away from here. That wolf would eat a small thing like you right up." You've seem to have taken one liberty too many as she runs off toward the howling with her tail between her legs. 

… 

It's been a few weeks and you've yet to find the dog again, even after you really looked around. You really hope it didn't get eaten. 

It's not a big focus of yours currently, as you've had the creeping feeling that someone's been following you. You obviously can't prove it, but you could have sworn you saw brown hair whip around the corner of a building when you turned around on more than one occasion. 

You know you can't do anything about it, but it makes you unusually anxious as you start locking your animal clinic up. You were extremely proud of your practice, even if it wasn't in the most luxurious of locations; it's located just on the outside of town bordering the woods. 

You've already sent everyone home for the day and are just about to lock up as you hear a persistent scratching at the backdoor. You eye it wearily as you creep towards the door and peer through the peephole. You fling the door open looking dumbfounded: It's the dog!

She trots in slowly as she carries what looks to be a blonde wolf on her back. She stands in the middle of the room looking at you expectantly. You glance back in forth between them and decide just to accept it. Surely, it couldn't get any weirder. You think.  You kneel down to examine the wolf's bloody leg and realize that she got her leg caught in a trap. 

You manage to get the wolf up on the table, with the surprisingly helpful assistance of the dog. You disinfect and treat the wound while the dog watches you carefully. At some point the wolf wakes up and starts whining but the dog walks over and calms it. 

"There you go! Right as rain!" You say as you finish up, reaching a hand up to pet the blonde wolf gently. "Aren't you a gorgeous little thing." You compliment. The wolf preens at the compliment but flinches away at the sound of a low growl. You eye the dog curiously. They both take off and you slowly lock the door behind them. What the fuck. 

It may have been the first time it happened, but it certainly wasn't the last. This town seemed to have a real wolf problem, and for some reason they all turned up in various degrees of injury at your clinic after hours. You offer a sticker one day to a brown wolf that's much bigger than the others. The wolf looks extremely pleased as she bows her head so you can stick it on her forehead. She seems to show it off smugly to the other wolves as they leave. You shake your head in disbelief.

… 

You're closing up yet again when you hear a soft knock at the door. You eye the back door wearily, wondering if they've finally managed to learn how to knock. Your whole body relaxes when you realize it's coming from the front door. That would have been too much. You think. 

You open the front door to reveal a gorgeous brunette bleeding on your doorstep. You immediately look down at a hissing cat that's clearly done a number scratching up her arms. "Would you mind looking at my cat?" She asks softly, "I think he might be sick." You eye the obviously feral cat wearily before inviting her in. 

The two of you make conversation while you take a look at the cat. You announce to Shauna that he seems to be fine to her badly feigned relief. As you're walking her out she seems to gather the courage to ask you on a date. 

You watch her closely for a long moment as you consider. You're pretty sure she's the one that's been stalking you. You'd recognize that brunette hair anywhere, but as you get lost in her brown eyes you decide to risk it. As long as you didn't have absolute proof there was no harm, right? Right? 

… 

Your date goes surprisingly well once you get past the disgust of how rare she ordered her steak. You couldn't help but laugh at the irony of a vet dating a butcher, but you couldn’t deny how charming she was. 

After you've gone on a few dates with Shauna she practically moved in. You'd complain but it seems the old adage holds true. You asked her once who took care of her cat while she was staying with you all the time and she guiltily claimed he ran away. Sure. You thought. 

After you came home from work to see Shauna picking up one half of your couch with one hand while vacuuming under it with the other you decided to just get her a key. 

She always seems to be away for a few days near the end of the month, claiming it's for 'business'. You're not sure what on Earth a butcher would need to go on a business trip for, but you always managed to snag some of her flannels to wear while she's gone. Shauna, for her part, readily offers them to you. 

When you finally found out you avoided Shauna for a few days. Not because you were upset about it, but more because you were embarrassed. It seemed extremely obvious in retrospect. Shauna shows up at your house sheepishly, insisting that she really thought you knew already. 

… 

Shauna always puts herself between you and any perceived threat. It's cute at first, but she seems strangely territorial when she jumps in front of your neighbor's mean dog. You watch her curiously but she absolutely refuses to make eye contact with you. You laugh hysterically as she leads you away as she tries pathetically to justify her reaction. 

Shauna comes home a lot half covered in dirt with twigs in her hair. She's always had a real superpower for always showing up five minutes after you get home, which makes a lot more sense now that you know. She'll hold out her hand with whatever meat she brought from work today and watches you hungrily as you cook it. You made a joke once about how she looks like she fought it herself, but she puffs up in pride so much that you realize it must be true. 

She's always very energetic those days, immediately trying to pull you into the bedroom as soon as you're done eating. She'll run off to take a shower at your gentle reminder. If you're still dressed when she comes out she'll shake her hair out at you like a wet dog. You're really not sure why you find it so charming. 

… 

You keep finding small game on your porch. At first you'd sweep it off, but you started waiting until after Shauna left as she'd look weirdly offended one time when she'd witnessed it. Your eyes widen in realization as you turn to look at her. "Shauna." You say slowly. 

"I'm taking care of you." She defends. "Look how dull your teeth are. You couldn't hunt anything." She's blushing to her hairline, obviously embarrassed. You smile, strangely pleased. 

"Of course my big strong hunter would take care of me." You tease. She scoffs and walks back inside to the tune of your laughter.

[hischierdevils]

okay but what about nico and readers first time together?

The first time they had sex was the night they said I love you but I will give you this:

warning: smut

“He’s so precious.” You gush to Dasha as she adjusts the baby in her arms.

“Thank you.” She smiles down at her son. “We are very lucky.”

“He’ll be in skates by next year.” Yegor jokes with Nico before you all say your goodbyes.

You were just getting ready to leave the rink when Dasha stopped by with the baby and you couldn’t resist getting pictures of the cute family.

“You okay, love?” Nico asks you as you walk into your building. You had been quiet the entire way home.

“I’m just thinking.” You respond as he presses the button on the elevator to take you to your floor.

“About?” He prompts as he takes your hand in his and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

You’ve gotten a lot better at communicating since seeing your therapist but this is something you haven’t even talked to her about yet. “I never wanted kids before.” You admit.

Nico’s heart drops but he tries not to let it show on his face. He’s always wanted kids but if he has to choose between his future offspring and you? “We don’t have to have any.” He says as the elevator opens on your floor.

“I didn’t want kids because I didn’t want them growing up in a household like I did.” You tell him as you both walk down the hallway to your door. “And then I met you.”

Nico looks over at you and notices the strange way you’re looking at him. “Me?”

“You’ve never done anything but love me, Nico. You’ll be an amazing father to our kids.” You smile at him as he opens your front door and pulls you inside. “We just have to have more than one because being an only child sucks.”

Nico kisses you, not knowing how to verbalize everything he’s feeling. “We can have three.”

You grin against his mouth. “Seeing you hold that baby was kind of hot.” You admit.

“Oh yeah?” He picks you up and carry’s you to the bedroom. You giggle as he throws you on the bed but he’s pulling your pants off before you can sit up. “Not as hot as you saying you want to have my children.”

“Nico!” He sticks a finger in your already soaking wet hole before bending over and licking your clit. “Oh my god.”

“You’re so ready for me, baby.” Nico palms himself over his pants with his free hand as he sucks and licks your clit.

“Want you so bad.” You gasp as your back arches off the bed. He inserts another finger in you, pumping at just the right pace that he knows gets you off quickly.

Usually he’d take his time teasing you and making you feel good but he’s too damn hard for that right now. He’s sure he’s going to cum the second he’s inside you. “If you want my cock baby you have to cum first.” He says the words against your skin, sending vibrations through you.

Your body responds to him almost immediately, you cry out his name as your vision goes black with waves of pleasure rolling through you.

“Are you okay, love?” Nico removes his fingers from you and softly kisses your cheek.

“So good.” You grin lazily as you pull him down to the bed with you. “It’s your turn.”

You sit up on your knees and pull down his sweats and boxers, springing his erection free. There’s already pre-cum on the tip and he moans as soon as you wrap your hand around him.

“There’s condoms in my drawer.” He tells you as he closes his eyes and thrusts into your hand.

“We don’t need one.” You say before running your tongue down his length.

“Y/n…” he props himself up on his elbows to look at you as you straddle his hips.

“I have an iud.” You explain as you line him up at your entrance. “I just want to feel you.”

“Oh, fuck.” Nico throws his head back before mumbling something in German as you sink down on him.

You smirk, getting most of what he said. “What was that?”

“I’m not going to last.” He admits as you begin to bounce up and down. He lifts your shirt up enough so he can see your boobs and you help him by lifting your arms up.

“You’re so fucking big, Nico.” You close your eyes as you feel the tension building again. “You feel so good in my wet pussy.”

“Baby…” Nico groans and squeezes your hips. “I’m gonna…”

“Blow your load inside of me.” You instruct as you grind down on him.

“Fuck.” He pulls your bra down and pinches one of your nipples which sends you both over the edge.

“That was amazing.” He says as you collapse on top of him. You smile and kiss his jaw.

“Can you get me a washcloth before I ruin our bed?”

“Give me ten minutes and we can ruin it again.”

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Part 2 of the crossover Wendy Marvell with Rimuru Tempest.

I Wanna see a moment where Shuna made many clothes for Wendy, as Wendy was stunned and speechless. She loved it!

A few scenes about brother-like and sister moment about Rimuru and Wendy would be cute!

-Wendy twirled for Shuna, delight on her face and sparkles on her eyes as she tried on the newest outfit that the ogre princess had created for her, “It’s so cute!!”

-Shuna beamed at the praise, seeing the glee on the young girl’s face as she kept twirling.

-A knock came from the door before, “Whoa this looks amazing Shuna!!” they both turned, seeing Rimuru, in his human form, walking in, seeing all the outfits that Shuna had created, not just for Wendy, but in general.

-Shuna puffed up her chest a bit, “Thank you Lord Rimuru- it’s hard to stop once I get started- I just have so many ideas!” he grinned, seeing her happiness.

-Rimuru then spoke, reminding both girls, “Don’t forget we’re having that party tonight- I’ll see you both there.” They both nodded and he headed out.

-Shuna was very warm with Wendy, the two doting on each other like sisters, and Shuna smiled softly, “May I ask Wendy, what you think of Rimuru?”

-Wendy turned, surprised by the question, before she gave a smile, as she had only been in this world for about two weeks, “I adore him- he’s like the best big brother to me!”

-Shuna was surprised by her answer before her shock melted into a gentle smile, seeing that she wasn’t another potential rival for Rimuru’s affections, at least romantically, unlike when she was fighting with Shion for Rimuru’s attention.

-Once Wendy was done playing dress up, she headed out to meet with a few others, wanting to know more about this world before she saw Rimuru.

-She was quick to skip over, a smile on her face as he turned, sensing her own magic, greeting her, “Yo- you all done with Shuna?” She nodded, giving him a twirl, “Yup- Miss Shuna is so talented!”

-Rimuru grinned warmly before turning into his slime form, leaping into her arms which made Wendy smile as she carried him, telling him, after he asked, that she wanted to learn more about the city.

-Rimuru showed her all around, showing her the different shops, where to get the best meals, and introducing her to more people who had yet to meet her yet.

-Wendy enjoyed herself, window shopping with Rimuru while he guided her around, and when they went to see Benimaru, to remind him about the party, they found him training, shirtless.

-Wendy, unused to seeing men like that, besides Gray, instantly flushed, turning around, looking shy, while Benimaru didn’t look bothered while Rimuru reminded him of the party.

-Once they were walking away, Rimuru was quick to start teasing her, “You got so red~” she stammered, embarrassed and he couldn’t help but laugh, teasing her which made her cheeks puff up in a pout, scolding him.

-He morphed back into his human form, sticking his tongue out like a child, “Come get me then or I’m gonna tell everyone about your crush!”

-She held her cheeks, a look of horror crossing her face, before she gave chase, “NO!! Don’t be mean!!” and his only response was more laughter as the two ran through town, looking like they were having fun.

[spiritualityloves247]

[st0rmyskies]

Sky!!! 2 and 20 :D

Hello Ace! I imagine you mean HSH Sky.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

That Sky can kick ass. He is the epitome of "walk softly but carry a big motherfucking stick." His hobby is napping and he loves his girlfriend and his callsign is Godkiller. We'll eventually find out that he's one of the few to best Champion in hand-to-hand combat during training, at least during one memorable occasion, and yet he's also the friend that if you sit too close to him on the couch you're probably going to get assimilated beneath that blanket for snuggles. Really, though, who wouldn't want to play with that floofy hair while he's snoring?

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

I am a sucker for Sky and Warriors mainly because they're big foils for one another. Where Warriors is obnoxious and extroverted and likes to push others' buttons, Sky is soft and sweet, he'll go for coffee with a friend to cheer them up, and he knows exactly how to push others' buttons but he really wouldn't.

Unless you're Groose.

I think the other best friend in the house would be Hyrule, specifically because that boy needs to learn some self-care in the form of rest, damn you. Sky would be an ideal day-off buddy for Hyrule in that he would make sure Rulie gets in some quality z's.

[xshiny]

Skye Boat

You were busy correcting some paperwork you'd turned in a week prior when a strong pair of arms wrapped around your neck. Resting a hand over his forearm, you smiled as you heard Soap grumbling. He groaned in complaint when you didn't take your eyes off your work and buried his face in your neck.

"My love, c'mon...Set the pen down and come take a bath with me," Soap begged, resting his chin on your shoulder to give you puppy eyes.

"Not yet, darling...I just want to finish this first" you chuckle softly with a gentle smile.

*Soap lifted your chin to rest his forehead against yours. "Pleeeeease," he whined softly, letting his bottom lip stick out slightly. The soldier pouted like a child, his hands cupping your face.

"I just want to relax, love. C'mon, it'll be fun~" he coaxed, his voice hushed and calm. It was hard to stay focused with Soap being so clingy, his hands trailing all over your upper body to pull you into his embrace.

You sigh in defeat, setting your pen down as you get embraced. "Okay fine, I'll join you" you say, letting out a small chuckle.

A smile spread across his face as he nuzzled your cheek. "Yes, perfect~" Soap replied, his arms squeezing you tighter. Soap planted a soft kiss on your forehead, letting his arms fall limp around you. The soldier took a deep breath to relax, rubbing your back with both of his hands.

It had been a stressful week for the soldier. You must've known that, as he'd come home more often with cuts and bruises than before. This time, the soldier came home exhausted from the mission.

"Come, let's get to the warm bath like you wanted" you say, getting up and taking his hand as you lead him to the bathroom.

Soap was more than happy to follow his love anywhere she liked, his fingers intertwining with yours. He followed your steps like a obedient puppy, his lips parted in a smile. Soap's mood was immediately uplifted when he saw the steam coming out of the bathroom. His lips curled into a teasing smirk, his eyes sparking with mischief.

"You sure you don't to carry me there?~" he teased, his tone low and teasing, looking down at you.

"You're too heavy" you rolls your eyes playfully, shaking your head. You both enter the bathroom, the tub already getting filled with warm steamy water. Getting undressed, and settling into the bathtub, you motion for him to do the same.

Soap watched your every move with a soft smile, getting undressed quickly. The soldier didn't have a care in the world as he took off his shirt, his hands pulling down his pants as he walked toward where you were sitting.

Soap joined you in the tub, resting his body against yours as he wrapped his arms around you . He pulled himself closer to your soft body, his hands sliding along your skin as he leaned in. You hum softly as you lean into him, enjoying his soft touch.

"Sing me a song, of a lad that is gone. Say, could that lad be I? Merry of soul, he sailed on a day, over the sea to Skye..."

Soap smiled softly when he heard the old Scottish song, humming along with you as he leaned even closer. Soap continued to hum his part, kissing your shoulder to join in.

Soap was a big fan of Scottish folklore and traditional songs, his mother teaching him a few verses of the song before he had to join the military. Soap wrapped his arms firmly around you, humming louder as he pulled your body to his chest. He closed his eyes to savor your warmth, his lips trailing down to your neck.

As you continue to hum the song, you pull back to give Soap a scrub down in the bath, being gentle around his cuts bruises.

Soap groaned softly as you lightly scrubbed at his bruises and cuts, which were still painful to the touch. He took a deep breath and leaned back again, relaxing his body as you worked on his painful spots.

Closing his eyes to let out a content sigh, he set his forehead resting against your shoulder. He hummed along with you once more, his vocals being as gentle as your touch.

After washing him up, you quickly washed yourself before rinsing off. Then do you sink back in to join Soap in the warm bath. "You enjoying your bath, love?" You ask, leaning on his shoulder.

"I love it when you scrub my sore spots," Soap replied, resting his hands across your hips. Soap brought his body closer to you, his eyes meeting yours as you sat shoulder to shoulder.

"I love you," Soap said, leaning in to kiss you. "I need you for the rest of my life". Soap sighed contently, his lips still pressed against your own. You smile and kiss his lips back.

"I love you too, John"

[my-little-wraithlings]

🌙

🌙 for a Renfield 2023 scenario

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Rebecca and Robert are walking to the car from group. They have just revived everyone and said their goodbyes for the evening. The night has a different feel to it now that Dracula is "gone". Both can feel it in their own way.

Night feels like more of a chill along Rebecca's spine than usual. There are now countless things lurking in any given shadow. Something far worse than any pathetic human criminal. Things that are big and dark and begging to drag their claws through her skin.

Night feels lighter on Robert's shoulders. There's moisture in his eyes, a silent sob caught in his throat like a bubble of stone. He can still feel the decades of blood coating his filthy hands but for the first time ever it actually feels like perhaps some of it will actually wash away.

The two get into Rebecca's car. Rebecca sits down in the seat like there's a lump of bricks weighing her down. Robert settles into his own seat like he's a leaf stuck on a breeze.

Both of their new perspectives slipping away as Robert suddenly whimpers. Rebecca's head whips to the side and she watches as his injured hands shake as he struggles to buckle his seat belt. Rebecca's heart clenches and she quickly does it for him.

She fixes him with a gruff but concerned look. Asks why he didn't take some of Dracula's blood, his hands are still damaged from the bastard's fangs. He shakes his head and says there isn't enough for something so minor. Rebecca gently curses. Why the hell hadn't they thought to just stick Robert's hands in the puddle of Dracula when they chopped him up?! God, she feels so stupid.

She mindlessly drives back to her place. The two enter. It's kind of "their" home now. Robert can't go back to his own yet. It's a crime scene.

She stands in the living room. She feels so useless. She watches Robert sit on the couch. He's hunched over as small as possible. Seeing him like this makes her dinner churn in her stomach.

She takes a small step closer to him. In a soft voice, she asks if he'd like for her to run him a bath. Says it'll help him relax. He makes a longing sound but shakes his head, says that his hands hurt too much currently to bathe himself.

Rebecca sighs and says she has an idea. She leaves and returns shortly wearing a rather modest bathing suit. Robert looks over at her and blushes softly before quickly looking up to meet her gaze. She's offering out a towel to him, tells him that she'll help. Awkwardly, he agrees and follows her to the bathroom.

It doesn't take long for Rebecca to run a warm bath. When Robert meets her in the bathroom wearing the towel she had given him. Rebecca smiles and comments that she's glad she likes big towels so that it actually fits his lanky ass.

Robert gets into the tub and Rebecca pulls up a folding chair. She sets down a first aid kit and sits down. Robert settles into the tub and practically melts into soothing heat of the water. He's barely paying attention as she cleans and bandages the wounds on his hands. They'll have to get him to a doctor if he wants to keep the function of his hands.

Conversation is almost non-existent. The silence is comforting and gentle. Rebecca gets to work gently washing him with a fluffy wash cloth from her towel closet. She's no stranger to bathing others. Once a long time ago, her sister had been shot on the job and had needed help.

She doesn't know how long she's there's taking care of Robert. She's kind of zoned out and so has he. It's not until she moves to wash his hair that she realizes that he's fallen asleep. She chuckles to herself and continues on her task with gentle hands. She uses a floral shampoo she can't stand but knows that he'll love.

When the deed is done, she runs a hand through his soaked hair. She ruffles it gently. "Time to get up, sleepy head. I'm not carrying your heavy ass to bed."

[hinatastinygiant]

7 | Ring of Fire

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Serpents and Roses

After lunch and your magical artifacts studies class the next day, you meet Ominis in the courtyard. As you walk out from the doors, a smile grows on your lips when you spot him.

"Hey," you say, smile growing wider as you approach him.

"I'm glad to see you could make it," he replies. "I have something for you. It's a little late, but consider it a late congratulations for beating Sebastian."

"What is it?" you ask.

Ominis hands you a small book. As you open it, you recognize that it is a field guide to all the different magical creatures you've seen around the school. "Wow this is-"

"It's nothing," he shakes his head. "It's mostly pictures and since I can't, you know, see them... I figured it'd be of more use to you."

"Thank you, Ominis," you smile up at him. "This is very thoughtful. I was wondering what those flying black horses were."

"You were?" he says softly now, as if whatever you just said meant something important.

"Yeah," you nod. "They seemed really cool. So thank you. I will definitely make use of this."

"I'm glad. Shall we walk?" he suggests.

"Yeah, let's," you agree, walking next to him. "Where are we going?"

"To hogsmede. I figured you haven't been there yet so I wanted to take you," Ominis tells you.

"No," you shake your head. "What is it?"

"It's a village where witches and wizards can go and shop. It's a place where they sell everything you could ever imagine," he explains.

"Sounds wonderful," you smile as he leads you out the gates of the castle and down a path.

"It is," he nods, his hand touching yours briefly.

"Back at home, we have places like that. But they're called malls or shopping centers. They're not as big as a town, though. Do you have those here?"

"Oh yes, we have them, too. Just smaller. You know, more intimate."

"Right," you laugh. "I guess not everything is different between our worlds."

"Not everything," Ominis says as your fingers touch again. "But enough to make things strange, I'm sure."

"I can't deny that," you smile. "So tell me, Ominis, what's the weirdest thing you've ever seen?"

"Weirdest?" He questions you. "In what way?"

"I dunno. Just anything that sticks out."

"Let's see. Well, there was a time when I went to Diagon Alley and I heard a group of kids talking about this thing called a... what was it again? Oh yes, a car," he laughs.

"You've never seen a car?!" you exclaim. "What? You're kidding!"

"It sounds like something out of a kid's fairy tale," he continues, "and I was surprised to learn that people actually ride inside those unsafe contraptions!"

"How have you lived all this time without ever riding a car before? I mean, don't you want to see what the muggle world is like? I want to see what the wizarding world is like," you say, causing him to chuckle.

"I suppose I'll just have to visit your world one day," he smiles. "Perhaps we can go together."

"Yes," you grin. "I would love that."

The two of you spend the rest of the walk talking about each other's worlds and what it's like growing up the way you both did. Ominis tells you about his family as well.

"I'm from a very long line of purebloods. My father's side, the Gaunts, is one of the oldest families in the world," Ominis explains. "I know I must be proud to carry on the name, and of the things my ancestors have done."

"I guess in that respect we're complete opposites. Do your parents expect you to marry a pureblood witch or something?" you ask, trying to keep the jealousy out of your voice.

"That's part of it. But most importantly, they want me to marry someone who can carry on the legacy," Ominis tells you.

"So basically no one like me?" you laugh, although your heart aches.

"Well, if I'm being honest, Y/N, I don't want that either," Ominis admits, taking a deep breath. "I think a person should marry whoever they want."

"That's very progressive of you," you smile.

"Thanks. But if I were to be completely honest, I don't think my parents would approve of me being friends with you," Ominis then sighs. "They hate muggles and muggle-borns."

You're not quite sure what to say next. Of course you want to keep being friends with Ominis, but you can't help but think back to your friends' warning. If you get too close to Ominis, will something bad happen to you?

"I'm sorry," he says as he stops walking to turn and face you. "I shouldn't have said that."

"No, it's fine. It's better if we're honest with each other," you smile.

"Thank you," Ominis breathes a sigh of relief. "But I promise, I won't let anyone hurt you."

"And I promise the same to you," you grin, reaching out to squeeze his hand gently. "I know it's a lot to ask, but I hope we can still be friends."

"Friends," Ominis repeats with a nod. "Now, we're getting close. Let's head in."

When the two of you arrive, you look around at how beautiful the small town is.

"Wow," you gasp.

"Is it to your liking?" Ominis asks.

"Definitely," you nod. "It's amazing."

"There's a store here that sells jewelry. Would you like to go check it out?"

"I'd love to!" you beam.

Ominis nods and leads you towards the center of the town where a jewelry store sits. You can see through the glass display that there are many shiny objects inside, and when you walk inside, you're amazed by how brightly colored everything is.

"Hi there," a young girl with brown hair says to you. "How can I help you today?"

"Um, just looking," you smile, knowing damn well you can't afford even the least expensive thing in the store.

"Alright. If there's anything you need help with, please let me know," she replies, leaving the two of you alone.

"Thank you," Ominis nods.

While the two of you browse through the store, you head off in opposite directions. You catch Ominis talking to the worker, no doubt asking her to describe the items in the case to him.

As you walk around the store, you stop and admire a bracelet made of gold. It reminds you of something your mother would wear when you were little. You have no idea how she got it, but every time she wore it, you loved the way it sparkled.

Just then, Ominis approaches you and clears his throat. "See anything you like?" he asks you.

"No," you shake your head. "Just admiring."

"Okay," he smiles. "I found something for you, though."

"For me?" you repeat, looking up at him.

"Yes," he nods, holding out a velvet box with a silver necklace inside. As you reach out in awe to touch it, the blue-green hues of the crystals in the center seem to glow.

"It's beautiful," you whisper.

"Would you like to try it on?" Ominis asks, and you nod, turning around so he can place the necklace around your neck.

His fingers gently brush against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. When he steps back, you can feel your heart pounding.

"How does it look?" he asks you.

"Beautiful," you reply, causing your cheeks to flush. "Ominis, you shouldn't-"

"It's okay," he smiles, "I wanted to. Here, take a look."

You glance in the mirror and notice that the necklace suits your complexion perfectly. It's simple, yet elegant.

"Thank you, Ominis," you say, hugging him. He seems a bit shocked by the gesture, but after a moment, he hugs you back.

"Of course," he replies, pulling away.

"I wish there was a way for me to repay you," you sigh, looking down at the floor. "But I've got to admit I'm broke as fuck."

"Don't worry about it," Ominis laughs. "This was supposed to be a gift. Besides, I've got more than enough money."

"Right," you say, looking back up at him. "Thanks again."

"Don't worry about it," he says as she starts walking toward the door. "Come on, let's go to the three broomsticks. We'll have a drink."

"Alright," you agree, following him.

The two of you find a table at the bar and order drinks.

"So, you said you saw a Thestral before, right?" he asks as the waiter brings your drinks over.

"Yep. What about you?" you ask him.

"No, I've never seen one," Ominis admits, causing your eyes to widen.

"Huh, that's weird. Are they common around here?" you ask as you pull out the small book he had given you earlier today.

"I guess they're pretty rare. Most wizards and witches have only heard stories about them," he says, putting his hand on top of your book so you can't open it. "You're just lucky, Y/N."

"Huh, well I'm not complaining," you shrug. "They're quite beautiful. They have the most graceful wings, and their faces are so unique," you tell him, smiling as he chuckles.

"Are they?"

"Yeah," you nod.

"Maybe one day you can show me," Ominis suggests. "I'd love to touch one."

"Sure," you agree, thinking that perhaps someday, if the two of you become closer, maybe you'll take him to meet one.

After finishing your drinks, the two of you head back to the castle. The walk back is much more quiet than the one before.

"Thank you for everything today," you say as you reach the doors. "I'm really glad we became friends, Ominis."

"Me, too," he nods.

You stand there awkwardly, unsure of what to say next.

"Goodnight," Ominis finally says for you. "See you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," you agree, watching as he turns and walks away.

As soon as he disappears around the corner, you let out a sigh of relief. You've never been very good at interacting with people, especially guys who you're interested in.

Serpents and Roses

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Corrupted, Chapter Seven: Gods-Damned Merlin, a Malevolent x TMA fic

An escape.

An item lost.

A theological lesson.

A date.

AO3

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Hissing blood drips, as if whispering terrible secrets. Wind whistles through the torn metal of the hangar. Tim pants like he carried the manky armchair in here at a run.

He is amazed at the lack of sirens. He wonders if there’s any kind of security—some CCTV footage somewhere. Well. If there is, someone’s going to have a hell of a story on their hands.

He struggles harder. He grunts. It hurts.

Fuck! Stop that!

“Got to get loose,” Tim pants. “Got to get out of here.”

You are hurting me.

Tim goes still. “What?”

What the fuck did he do? Are you bleeding?

“A little? Look, we’ll be fine, I just need to…” Tim strains again.

The armchair’s seat abruptly collapses in on itself, and Tim is swallowed, just his legs and head sticking out.

“Oh, come on!” he says, sunk deep (and there are rusty springs or something in the bottom, and it is not pleasant). “Really? Really? ”

What is happening? Ah! What is that?

“Fell into the damn chair, that’s what!” Tim takes a moment and breathes. He can see. He can get out of this. He has to get out of this. “Hey. Bet all this sent up more than a flare, right? Gray-skinned monsters are definitely coming.”

At the very least. Though the power being flung around during that fight should keep things away for a bit, they will be coming. We need to move.

“I can’t. He’s tied me. Shibari is… it’s this fancy…”

I know what shibari is. I do not care. Get loose!

“Sure, I’ll just press the ‘get loose’ button. What was I thinking?” Tim mutters, and strains.

He can’t get out of the chair. The fabric and stuffing may have rotted through, but the wooden frame is unfortunately still sturdy.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he says softly. “I feel like a steak pie in a tin, only instead of cow and potato, it’s you and me.”

Almost unwillingly, Hastur asks: And which of us is the potato?

“Definitely me. I’m starchy and I taste great no matter how you cook me. You’re just beefier, no matter how you slice it.”

Hastur sort of grunts; not quite agreement, not quite argument. Absurd.

And Tim knows he’s starting to win him back.

It shouldn’t matter. It really shouldn’t. Hastur is a monster—one who has, apparently, inspired a three-thousand-year-old manhunt. But what Hastur said… hurt. Tim wants Hastur to like him again.

So, I’m pathetic, Tim thinks, and struggles. “Oh, what the hell, let’s try this: hey, Siri!”

And by some absolutely insane miracle, Siri’s voice pipes up—a little distance away, under something, but clear: “Yes, boss?”

“No way!” Tim laughs and shifts a little, trying to spot where the phone landed. “Now that is a military-grade case!”

What are you doing?

“I'm gonna call… fuck, who should we call? Police? Yeah, that’ll work. Hey—”

Don’t. Don’t call the police.

“Why not?”

We don’t have time to wait for them to get here.

Tim scoffs. “Got a better idea, then?”

My plan is to use a simple spell to loosen the rope.

Whatever else can be said about the being that is Hastur, he has balls of solid steel.

It takes Tim a moment to answer. “Okay, look,” he finally says. “I have zero reason to trust you right now. You know that, right?”

And I, says Hastur like some grand Duke of Motherfuck, have no reason to trust you after what you did. Yet here we are, and we must choose to work together to survive this.

That son of a bitch. As if their positions are at all equal…

But then, Kayne had called Hastur a narcissist. Well. This isn’t Tim’s first go-around with one of those.

He keeps his tone humble. “Fair. I fucked up, and I own it. But there’s still a pretty big power imbalance here, so my point remains.”

Oh, is there? Hastur challenges. And I suppose since you have the power, you think you should make the decisions?

Walked right into it. “No,” says Tim. “You have the power. You’re some ancient… thing? Thousands of years old? There’s magic, and you damn near tricked me into… I still don’t know what? Dog the bounty hunter is after your ass, and I’m caught up in the middle of all of this, and I don’t know what the fuck is going on. I’m terrified. You’re the one with the power. You’re asking me to trust you, and I’m saying I’m afraid, and I don’t know what to do.”

There’s a pause, and Tim can absolutely feel his volley worked. Whatever Hastur has for hackles smooths down.

(Why did Kayne think this was so strange? Don’t people usually know how other people feel? Tim always has. Body language, or something.)

(That would not explain Hastur, though.)

It was not… entirely your fault, what you did today, says Hastur as if making a great concession.

“Yeah, it kinda was,” says Tim, struggling.

You have been marked by a deity of destruction.

“So I’m terminal?” Tim says, trying to joke.

Hastur doesn’t take it as a joke. It’s why you lost your reason. Why you antagonized that woman, threatened me irrationally, and opened the book. I’m sorry, Tim. If I were fully myself, in my own body, I could save you. As it is… I cannot.

Tim just breathes for a moment, though it feels like his heartbeat is restricted, though his throat feels tight. “But it is possible. You’re saying it is possible.”

Not with the humans this world currently has. They don’t breed for magic anymore.

“Okay, that’s a whole host of what-the-fuck-are-you-saying, but… point remains. Possible.”

Maybe.

“Maybe nanobots can do what magic does.”

That isn’t how magic works.

“You don’t know that.”

I do. There are worlds where humans have mastered technology and magic, but this is not one.

That was… gentle.

Tim cannot handle gentleness right now, not from whatever the fuck Hastur is, so he moves right along, putting that in the box of fucking later. “I’m still the one who did it. I own it, Hastur. If that’s the name you want.”

It is my name.

“Yeah, but is it the one you want?” He grunts, trying to force the chair’s frame apart. “I don’t deadname people. You want to be called John or Sally or Aziraphale, I don’t give a fuck. I’ll do it.” An olive branch.

Surely I would be more of a Crowley. An olive-brach back.

“Nature-wise, sure, but I don’t know the vibe you’re going for. Still thinking D.B. Cooper, myself.”

Nonsense.

“Fitting. You must’ve stolen something real good to get chased for three thousand years.”

Hastur sighs. Three thousand years is a blink in the lifetime of one such as me, Tim. I feel like I barely got free. And the only thing I stole was myself.

“What… that guy owned you?

No.

Okay, so… that’s a growl, a completely inhuman sound, and Tim has no idea how Hastur is doing it. “Okay. Sure. Okay. Who is he?”

Let’s save the questions until we are in a safe place. Tim, I give you my word that this spell is a Minor Working. I could do it through a dead tree, if I had to; you require no magical affinity for it to work, and it will loosen the ropes enough that we can flee.

Was this another olive branch? “So you mean you could do it without my permission?”

I could. I am choosing to include you.

Definite olive branch. Tim licks his lips, tastes spores (or whatever the fuck is on the armchair), and spits. “Ugh!”

Disgusting!

“Wait, did you taste that? ”

Yes. Ugh.

Okay, that goes into the pile of fucking later, too. “We… we’ll come back to that. All right. What do I do?”

What do you do?

“Might as well test the magic-meter on this, right? A Minor Working, or whatever. If Kayne meant what he said, you want to know if I’m magical, and… to be honest, so do I.”

You’d trust me enough to do that?

“No,” says Tim. “But yeah. I will. And if it doesn’t work?”

It would cost neither of us, should it fail. If you can’t do it, I will simply perform the spell myself—which will feel mildly uncomfortable, as my power is not human, and your body will be confused, but will do no harm. And if you succeed… well.

“If I’m ‘gods-damned Merlin?’”

You are unlikely to be gods-damned Merlin.

“You really did what he said? Set a limit like that?”

Why would I bother inhabiting a body without the power to do what I wish? My vessels are carefully chosen for me.

So that's a bit of storytelling that chills Tim to his soul. Horrifying. People chosen. For all he knows, bred.

Can't deal with it now. Tim shakes it off.

He wants to know if he can do magic—a small and fluttering hope, like a candle in the dark.  “What do I do?”

Focus on the rope. Concentrate on where it lies on your body, its tension, its texture. Then repeat this word: ahahog.

“What’s that mean?”

Without magic? It will do nothing. With it? If you are magical at all, the rope will loosen, as the fibers themselves will be expanded, and you should be able to wriggle free. It’s extremely simple.

That doesn’t sound simple at all. It sounds like impossible physics. Did the ropes gain matter? Did they take in air molecules, somehow? How the fuck did this work?  Would it work?

There's one way to find out: he focuses.

He knows damned well what this rope configuration looks like, though it is over his clothes. Knows the material; he’d handled this rough, prickly rope himself before Kayne used it to bind him. Eyes closed, rope visualized, really wanting to get loose, he speaks. “Ahahog.”

The meaning flashes through his head: expand.

The rope explodes.

Pops like it was shot, completely blasting away from him and leaving his skin stinging, but free.

Ow!

“Woo!” he says, and scrapes his arms free to raise them like he scored a goal. “Also, ow! But woo!”

What just… that felt…

“It worked! Blew the fuck up!” Tim wriggles and writhes and pulls himself out of the damned armchair. “Ugh. You know, you are damned lucky we put on one of my least favorite shirts today, because it is definitely never coming clean. Where’s my phone?”

The rope exploded?

“Yep! Hey, Siri!”

“Yes, boss?”

“There you are, you glorious bitch. Oh, fuck, I’m sore. Damn those cleat hooks…” He pulls out his collar and looks down at himself. “I look like I’ve been mugged by gnomes.”

Gnomes?

“Yeah. Little guys wearing brass knuckles about the size of my thumb.”

Hastur makes a choked noise.

Tim knows he’s beginning to win Hastur back.

Good. He wants to. “Right. Okay. Ow. Fuck. Ow.” Tim walks.

Ow! You are badly damaged!

“I’m just scraped and bruised. What, none of your ‘vessels’ got bruised before?”

My vessels were treated as gods in their own right, pampered and adored to the end of their mortal lives. 

Into the fucking later box with that! “Right. Spoiled as hell. Got it.”

Hastur huffed a little. Spoiled? Do you know what you’re saying?

“Nope. Mostly because you haven’t told me.” Tim picks up his backpack and begins replacing what fell out of it.

Hastur must be able to feel that. Tim.

“What?”

 My book.

“Sure, I’ll just… hm. This place is a wreck.”

Try not to look at Dagon.

“Why should… ow.”

You looked at Dagon.

“You just told me not to think about an elephant, all right?” said Tim, rubbing his eyes. Dagon wasn’t right. Huge; somehow taking up more space than he actually did, existing outside the dimensions Tim’s eyes were set up to handle. Fish-man to the thousandth degree. It hurt to look at him, strained something inside his head. “Ow.”

So I feel. You should be fine. Even dead, he can make weaker minds fail, but I begin to think your mind is not weak.

“Sure. All those hours playing Angry Birds paid off,” Tim mutters, still looking. “Bad news, Crowley. I don’t see your book.”

Hastur is fine. And it has to be here. It cannot be destroyed.

“All right. Under Dagon, maybe?” Tim says. “If so, we're out of luck.”

Damn. Let us be certain: we need to use another spell. For this, I would need your volition.

"Volition not on offer just yet,” says Tim.

Please. I can’t lose the book. It’s important.

Hastur means it. It feels like the most honest thing he’s said.

“Tell me why.”

Please, Tim. I promise I will once we have the book and are away from this place.

“Fine. All right. I’m keeping track of your promises, so you know.”

And I am good for them. Now: Picture the book. Feel it in your hands. Remember its weight, its width.

“Right,” says Tim, recalling with a little chill that it doesn’t quite fit right in the human hand and suddenly understanding why it doesn’t.

Then say this: mgah'n'ghft.

“Mgah'n'ghft,” Tim tries to practice. “Mgah'n'ghft. And what’s that do?”

Finds what you’re picturing within a small distance. It is a Minor Working; the weakest magic talent will do. Please hurry.

“Here’s to hoping I don’t blow it up,” says Tim with caustic brightness, and focuses. “Mgah'n'ghft.”

The meaning filters through, and he doesn’t have a word for it. Where, but like a command. Find, but more locational.

He doesn’t expect it to do quite what it does.

Flying?

No, that is not the word for this, not the word for moving through matter like a fish through water

Too much mind too much gaze too much existence

A fifty-dimensional expanse, a human brain trying to see through thousands of eyes

The book, clutched tightly by Infinite Cruelty And Laughing Death

Kayne says, “Well, howdy! Also, bye-dee!” and whacks Tim with the souls of a thousand worlds

Tim shouts and falls onto his knees.

What happened? What was that? You’re dizzy! Hastur declares.

That’s putting it mildly. He gasps, head down, braced. He can barely keep himself upright, even on all fours. It’s like he’s forgotten how to exist in three dimensions. “What the fuck was that spell?”

A finding spell! It’s a Minor Working! You shouldn’t be dizzy!

“Well, we are major fucked,” Tim gasps. “Kanye’s got your book.”

What?   Hastur breathes.

Tim tries to stand and can’t. The world spins more; his head is heavy. “Don’t throw up, me,” he tells himself. “Cast-iron stomach, we can do this.”

But you can’t—Hastur stops. But that would not have—Hastur stops again. Kayne has it? How did you even learn that? What did you do ?

“What you told me to, nerd,” says Tim. “Fuck. Got to get out of here. I swear, I can feel monsters about to tear my spine out.”

They’re about a mile out. Not that you’d know. Whatever else you may be, you don’t seem to have any skill when it comes to identifying the inhuman.

“Oh, what the hell, was that a dig? In the middle of this, a dig at that Sela thing? Really?” He grunts. “I’m so dizzy.”

Orr'eog. Strength for an hour. Hurry.

“You’re joking. You think I’m going to do another spell after what just happened?”

Tim. What choice do you have?

How dare he?

And Tim might have just gone with the anger rising in response to that if he hadn't been swallowed by rage within the last hour.

He will not do that. That's not who he chooses to be. He will not. Marked? Mad with rage? No. No.

Slow breaths. In and out. “I have a choice here, you fucking mark,” he mumbles, and clenches his fists, and redirects it to determined. “And I am going for it, whether you want me to or not. Orr’eog!”   Picturing strength, energy, the sensation of being young and strong and healthy and—

Tim’s jaw drops.

Oh… oh, Tim, Hastur purrs like some eldritch phone sex operator.

Tim takes a moment. “So,” he says.

Tim… we should…

“Sh-sh-sh. I need to find the words.”

Do you. Warm. Intense.

“I could climb a mountain,” Tim says.

Likely.

“I could fight a bear.”

Inadvisable, but yes.

“I could climb a mountain, and then fight a bear,” says Tim.

We are being hunted, Hastur reminds him.

“Catch me if you can, fuckers!” Tim proclaims, and takes off at a full run.

He does it while laughing like a loon.

Has he ever felt this good? Closest he can think of was being seventeen, fully warmed up on the track, at the peak of his physical health before he took a desk job. Running then had been easy, and never felt the same, no matter how long he spent on the treadmill.

It’s more than easy now. It’s joyful.

He laughs as he speeds out of the hangar, through the abandoned farm, past rusted bits of metal that for all he knows are just movie props (and the color is so gorgeous he could cry), under stormy skies filled with clouds that catch both light and shadow like the tempting curves of a body (he was never taking colors for granted again, ever ), toward the distant dark road and home.

Rain patters his face. He feels incredible. “You’d make a great drug dealer. Anyone ever tell you that?” he shouts.

Hastur sighs. Your bodily sensations are… distracting.

“Fuckin’ A, they are!” Tim says, and laughs as he runs on.

#

He doesn’t want to run all the way home (only because it will take too long), so he finally slows down and pulls up his rideshare app. That’s when he discovers that his real estate agent called him twelve times in the last day, leaving twelve messages.

That… dims the joy a bit. He listens to voicemails while he waits for his ride.

Insurance, she says. Police, she talks about. Contract, she warns.

It comes down to this: the house was damaged in a mysterious incident investigators fortunately think has something to do with a wild animal. While the buyer technically closed three days before on Friday, since they hadn’t taken possession yet, it falls to Tim to repair it—or they can, and will, back out.

The good news is insurance will cover it.

The bad news is Tim needs to make a police report and answer all kinds of questions and find affordable handymen in a limited amount of time.

“Fuuuuuck,” he mutters as he hits message ten.

This is an unnecessary complication. We don’t have time for this.

“Yeah, well, unless you fancy living in a box in an alleyway, it’s very much necessary,” says Tim, listening to the final two messages. “Damn it. I’m going to have to make a police report.”

How do you know Kayne has my book? says Hastur, circling back.

“I don’t know how to explain it,” Tim says, raising his hand to get the driver’s attention. “I don’t even know what verb to use. I didn’t see, I didn’t feel. It was like…” He grips his own arm, hugging himself. “It was just… too much? It was awful. I think if he hadn’t thrown me back out again, I’d have exploded.”

You transformed the spell, Hastur whispers.

“Sure? Into what? Here we go.” And he’s in the car. “Hello! Sorry for the mess—had a great hike,” he says, and keeps the charm on until the driver is happy to have him no matter how he smells. Then pulls out his earphones. “Gotta take this call, sorry.”

If he has my book, Tim, I’m in trouble.

“Pretty sure you were already,” Tim murmurs into the mouthpiece.

Not like this. One: because much of my power is bound into it. Its absence limits me greatly. Two: because of my failsafe. When my host dies, I am returned to the book. It is the ultimate way to prevent me from going to the Dark World.

“Um… that doesn’t seem super smart? Books are really flammable, buddy. Don’t know if you knew that.”

Not my book.

“Not your book, okay,” says Tim.

My book was created by me and for me.

“Uh, huh,” says Tim, watching the city slide by.

It has protections, backups, layers upon layers of safety woven into the fabric of its pages. You could drop it in a volcano, and it would be whole and unblemished when it finally came free as the earth spewed its substance.

“Are you serious?”

You could drop it to the bottom of the sea, and it would be pristine as some fool of a fisherman pulled it from the depths and opened it to see what it said.

“Shit, really?”

It has never failed to work in thousands of years… until you.

Tim stills. “Failed to work?”

And now,  even if I can find a way to avoid him, I’m fucked—because if something happens to you, because my soul will go straight into his hands.

So that explains why Kayne took the thing.

Guilt pounds alongside his heart. “Three thousand years of successful hiding, for whatever reason, and I completely wrecked it.” He swallows. “I’m sorry. Again. But what do you mean, failed to work?”

Hastur clams up.

Oh. Great. So that’s probably fine.

#

The magical strength boost has faded by the time he faces the stairs to his walk-up, and he is sore. He groans the whole climb. “It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since you showed up,” he mutters as he locks his door and leans against it. “Feels like a year. It’s so not fair that I have to be a grown-up right now.”

Tim. He has my book.

“Have you been thinking about that this whole time?” Tim says, and stops halfway toward his little kitchen. He remembers, just now, that he has no food.

He really wants to cry.

Yes. I can’t think of a way to get it back.

“Don’t think it matters, mate,” says Tim. “He’s got your scent now, yeah? Book or no.”

This… this isn’t supposed to happen.

And Tim isn’t supposed to be facing police and insurance challenges, either, but this isn’t the time to say. “What was supposed to happen?”

Hastur clams up again.

Tim sighs and starts digging through a box he’d labeled “LA CUCINA” for some reason he’d found funny but now can’t recall.

I can feel you searching for something.

“Yeah. Food.”

There are spells we could use to conjure it.

“I’m sure you’re not just trying to get me to trust you with magic so you can wallop me with a mind-control spell or something down the road,” Tim mutters.

Tim. With the power I suspect you have, you could do far more than that.

Tim laughs. “What?”

I think you may actually be gods-damned Merlin.

Tim snorts. “Sure. Sure I am.”

I’m not joking.

He doesn’t feel like he is joking.

A chill rushes down Tim’s body, mild shock buzzing under his bruised skin. “Well, I’d better hope I’m not, or you’re taking my body, right?”

I don’t dare. Kayne would come for me at once.

That tells him two clear things: one, if Hastur could take his body, he would. Two: he's terrified of Kayne on such a level that he won't do the one thing he's been trying to do all day. “You’re really in trouble here, aren’t you?” he says, quietly.

More than you can imagine.

He finds a box of pasta. However, there is nothing to put on the pasta. “I am not desperate enough for plain boiled noodles,” he mutters, and keeps digging. “Are you going to tell me why? And who John is? And what that first spell had been going to do? Who are you, anyway?”

That one, Hastur is happy to answer. I am the King in Yellow. I am a god of vast and unimaginable power. I am Lord of Carcosa, the Unspeakable One, the Feaster from Afar. I am the Dweller in the Depths, and Him that Slept Beneath. I am Prince of the Great Old Ones.

“Wait a second. Great Old Ones?” Tim frowns at a box of muffin mix (long out of date) requiring eggs, which he does not have.

Yes.

“That’s familiar. Wait a minute. Cthulhu? Actually like Cthulhu?”

My fool half-brother. Even now, he sleeps in your ocean, assuming some faithful remnant will awaken him. Hastur scoffs. It’s never going to happen.

Tim falls back from his crouch onto his ass, mouth open, squashing the muffin mix box. “What?”

I am the—

“Wait just a damn minute! Cthulhu? That’s real? ”

Not the way you know it. Lovecraft was a poor cipher, as many of your poets and artists have been. He took in some information, went mad, and bungled the rest.

“Okay, I need a second. Right? Just fucking… hold on.” Tim shakes his head. “I’ve played board games with these names. King in Yellow? Wait—fuck, that was… there’s a book.”

Yes. Inaccurate, but yes.

“I don’t remember it, anyway. Skipped reading it. Nearly fucked that exam, but I didn’t care. I was already graduating.” Tim rubs his face. “It’s real?”

Some of it.

“So… so I’ve got a god in my head. An actual god. Is what you’re saying.”

Yes.

Mr. Eager, dark and hungry. Big spooky.

Funny, though. Tim would have bet money a god would be more… alien. “And who the fuck was John? I’m not familiar with the whole Cthulhu mythos, but I’m pretty sure I’d remember a god named John.”

Silence.

“Fucking Cthulhu,” Tim mutters, heading for the bathroom and peeling off his ruined clothes.

He is not part of this.

“Sure. Wait, so when I said brothers… wow. You really misunderstood me, if monster-squid is your brother.”

No. Softer. I have lived here for a long time, mortally speaking. I understand you loved your brother like yourself.

It’s Tim’s turn to fall silent.

He tosses the shirt—it was just a freebie, anyway, from a publishing conference years ago—and finally showers.

“Weird,” he says, soaping up.

Hm?

“Touching myself. Just… bathing. And knowing you can feel it.”

I can.

“Weird. Very weird. Deeply uncomfortable.”

Just ignore it.

“Welp,” says Tim. “I am not going manky for your sake, anyway, so.”

I’m glad to hear it. I also smell what you do.

Tim snorts. “Well, that cinches it.”

Cinches what?

“Here’s what we’re doing,” says Tim, toweling dry. “We’re in trouble. I know it. You know it.”

Yes. Softly.

“So we are going on a date.”

A what?

“I’m cooking for us. I make a damn good curry, and you’ll love it.”

Tim…

“And we’re doing a proper meet-and-greet. You are going to answer my questions, because I don’t know enough to be your partner in all of this. And I suppose you’ll have questions, too.”

Tim, this is silly.

“And after that, we’re going to make a plan. Look, I’ve already started on lists.”

Lists.

“Yeah. No gods in this universe, some guy named Kayne, some guy named John, the book not working right…”

Hastur sighs. Tim. This is—

“Nope. You were about to say hopeless or just a  matter of time or something stupid like that. We’re not going there.”

Hastur pauses. I was. It is a matter of time. You’re marked. Kayne has found me. Had I full access to my own power right now, I could perhaps find another way to run from him—but I do not.

“See, right there. You’re some fucking… god. Why don’t you have full power? Why is it in the book?”

As I said, one of my failsafes. Were I to simply enter the body of a human in my fullness, they would instantly die, no matter their magical skill. I needed a way to use my power without destroying my host.

“So you put your power in a losable thing. What, you didn’t learn from the One Ring?”

That fiction hardly existed when I was designing my escape, Hastur says loftily.

“See? That can be one of the things we’re talking about. That book. And what you meant by failed. ”

Tim… there’s little point to this.

“Bullshit. I’m not giving up so easy.” He has a few cuts that need butterfly strips, but most of the issue is bruising. He feels damned lucky.

You are so young, Hastur murmurs.

“Hey, now,” says Tim. “I’m gonna be thirty in a month.”

All of thirty years. Well.

“I can buy beer, and everything,” Tim says, heading for the door and grabbing his shopping bag.

What are you doing?

“Food. I know you feel how hungry we are.”

I do. Low. You really didn’t have anything here but a bit of peanut butter and bread?

Tim walks down the stairs, thoughtful. “I’ve been really low for a while, Hastur. It’s just… it’s just true. What happened to my brother was the final straw, but… yeah.”

That is unfortunate. You deserve better, Tim, Hastur purrs.

“Save it for the date.” Tim enters the small store.

This shop is one of the reasons he chose the apartment he did, even without elevators. It takes very little time to find what he needs for a damn good (if simple) curry, along with some other foods for breakfasts and possible midday meals.

“Might be a bit optimistic here,” he says. “I’ll get stuff for three days. That way, if we’re caught up in another dimension or something, I won’t have to feel too bad about food going bad.”

Very forward-thinking.

“You want something to drink?”

I… don’t know if it would affect me.

“Pretty sure it would.” He buys some lager.

Hastur sighs, but Tim knows he’s at least amused by all this.

Tim is just fucking hungry. “Hope you’re ready to answer questions.”

Do you think to get me drunk, and thus more honest?

“Yep!”

Hastur scoffs.

#

Tim wasn’t kidding.

He feels a little relaxation is deserved, after all of this, and his last act as an adult (in his mind) is to call his agent and set up a meeting for tomorrow. He still has to go to the police, but he will do it later.

For now, there’s curry to make.

That smells divine, Hastur says as Tim sautees garlic and onion. Perhaps I have been in my book for too long.

“How long? Why were you in there so long?”

Nearly seventy years. And because there were no worthwhile candidates.

Whoop, into the fucking later box with that. “We are about to drink beer on an empty stomach.”

Do as you wish.

Tim does. He’s into his second bottle before the curry is ready, and he hums as he stirs in the tomato puree. He feels great. Really damn buzzed. “Hope you’re watching, Bouchard!” he says, and toasts the ceiling above the stove.

He probably is. There is the tiniest hesitation. He’s probably touching himself.

Tim starts giggling.

Hastur laughs, low and wicked-sounding.

“Victory!” says Tim. Stove off (he double-checked), enormous curry filling a bowl meant to feed a family, Tim chows down.

Fuck! Hastur declares as approval of Tim’s cooking.

“Fuckin’ A,” agrees Tim, and eats the whole damn thing.

#

He lies on his mattress, staring at the ceiling. It has a sheet. He feels this is as far as he’s going to go right now. “That was a lot of beer.”

It was delicious, Tim. In my court, you would be celebrated as a chef of great renown.

Tim starts giggling. “Oh. Good. That’s what I want with my life. Line-cook.”

Oh, no, says Hastur. You would cook only for me.

“Oh, right, of course,” says Tim. “Who’s John?”

A beat. Do we have to do this now?

“Come on, Hastur.” Tim reaches and shakes his own hand. “We’re working together. I’m not giving up.”

You were giving up on yourself, though.

“Yeah,” says Tim. “But it’s different when you’re trying to help someone else, yeah?”

Hastur sounds a little choked. You really would do that?

“Yeah.”

But you’re not an acolyte.

“No, I told you—not all living things are assholes. That’s all.” And his instinct says to go quiet.

To let Hastur sit in it.

To see what he does.

John… was part of me.

Tim inhales. Hastur was actually talking? “What does that mean?”

I… made a mistake. I was cut in half. But I am a god; I am not like you. Thus, the part cut away was sentient. And he… first, he died. I couldn’t reach him. Then, he was summoned back completely by accident—bound to a book by people who thought they were trapping him. If they’d known where he was, they would have left him there.

“There, as in... the Dark World?”

Yes. But his book was designed poorly. It killed the first several people who opened it. They exploded.

“Fuck.”

Indeed. Then, someone didn’t. A human man named Arthur Lester. But… but my John… didn’t remember anything. Anything; who he was, what he was. Where he belonged. And Arthur took advantage of him. The two of them… stumbled around, and… and...

Hastur was getting emotional.

“Hey, it’s okay,” says Tim, patting his own hand. “We don’t judge here. This is the… the safe-space bed. Yeah.”

Is it?

“I haven’t even had sex on this one,” he says. “It's brand-new.”

Hastur laughs.

Tim laughs, too.

I do like you, Tim, Hastur says, and then snarls: You are... nothing … like Arthur Lester.

“Yeah, so the way you say that? It’s bad. You don’t like him.”

No. I hated him. Hated… him. He entangled with John. He… kept him from me.

“Kept him?”

He even convinced John that he didn’t want to come home!

Oh. Oh. Oh, Tim has a bad feeling about that situation and Hastur's understanding of it. “Oh.”

Hastur puffs. I did everything to get him back! I asked. I ordered. I tortured.

“Oh,” says Tim, his eyes enormous.

It didn’t work. Finally, I had to break Arthur’s legs.

“Well, fuck that guy, I guess,” says Tim, who can feel his eyes are even wider, and wonders if Hastur can feel that, too.

It… worked. For a while. John came home! But he wouldn't... he wouldn't join. And then Kayne showed up out of nowhere and took John away again!

“I feel like I’m missing a lot of context,” says Tim. “But it sounds awful. Why’d he do that?”

I don’t know. Hastur’s voice breaks. He found them fascinating. I didn’t even… I never fucked around with Outer Gods. Why would I do that? I didn’t even know him!

“And an Outer God is different from a Great Old One?”

He is more powerful than I am even than I am more powerful than you are.

Tim has to take a moment to parse that. “Fuck,” he finally says.

But with all his fascination, and his… his interfering … he said he’d kill them someday. And eventually, he did. He just… Hastur’s voice shakes now. He just did.

“Oh,” whispers Tim.

And then I knew he was coming for me. I knew. He said he was coming for me, and he'd done what he said with them.

“So… you ran.”

He just killed them. They didn’t do anything wrong. He just… got bored.

Those last four words fill Tim with such broad, undefined fear that he shivers. “And why did you come here? No gods?”

The Powers. The fear-eaters that rule this timeline. They ate the gods. All of them. There’s none left here.

“None?”

Ah, Tim… Hastur breathes it. You have no idea what was lost. The variety; the power. Certain magics tied to gods, or magical beasts or elements, vanishing along with their creators. It is a tragedy. This place is a veritable wasteland, comparatively, compared to other worlds.

“And… he wouldn’t look for you here?” Tim yawns.

No. Why would I come here? I ran from him out of fear, and this place is dangerous.

“You’re like a mouse hiding between the front paws of the cat out to eat it,” says Tim.

Yes! That. I’m that. I'm. It’s that.

“Seems like it worked. Until me.” Tim sniffles.

Oh, Tim… I don’t blame you. I know your… kind of person. I know all about kinds of people.

“All of them, huh?” Tim blows his nose.

Yes! I’ve enjoyed… I’ve spent my time here… I’ve done everything.

Tim does not laugh. Somehow. “Shibari?”

Pfft, that’s only been popular since the Edo period. Of course I’ve done shibari.

Yow. "In… bodies. Chosen for you.”

Yes!

“Stolen?” very softly.

No! Most of the time, anyway. They were raised for me. Knew what they’re doing. It is an act of worship.

“Fucking… cultists? But how can you have cultists and… and breeding programs, or whatever, and nobody knew?”

Because the world’s full of cults. Mine just happens to be real.

Tim is sure he could argue with that if he were sober, but he is not. So. “And Kayne’s chasing you just… because?”

I don’t know the original reason. But… I suppose now, because I got away from him. I think my success is what fueled his rage.

“That tracks. Wow. Is he a god of death, or something?”

No. He is child of the Blind Idiot God, and… Hastur pauses. What was I saying?

“Kayne. Blind Idiot God?”

No, he’s not the Blind Idiot God. He’s child of the… of that. There’s only like… a dozen beings that powerful. And he’s an ass.

Tim starts giggling. “You said ass.”

Hastur laughs, too.

Tim has more questions. He does. Or he did. Right now, he can’t remember them. He rolls onto his side, pulling the blanket up to his chin, still giggling. “Ass.”

Ha! You said it this time.

“You’re not so bad like this,” yawns Tim, eyes closing.

Well. Well, you.

“We’re not done talking,” murmurs Tim. “Promise me.”

I promise, Tim.

“Keeping track of your promises,” Tim murmurs, and falls into an exhausted sleep.

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HELLOO!! HERE IS ANOTHER REQUEST I PROMISED!! Also take your time😭 I understand the pressure of getting requests done lol. i got a request recently and I get burnt out a lot that I have to do chucks each day until it’s done LMAOO. BUT… NOW IMA GET BACK TO WHAT IM SAYING. SOOO

Could i request Eddie Munson with a Fem!S/O who has a Kanade Yoisaki Personality from Project Senkai: Colorful Stage

Sorry this took long💀 I was trying to think of someone I want but she was all I could think of AND she’s my top kinnie i kin. SO HAVE FUN WITH THIS<33

🎶 No Need To Ask

A/N: This was such a fun request!! Thank you for requesting it, my friend 💕 I hope you enjoy it—I tried to emphasize Kanade’s hardworking, self-sacrificial, and slightly musical side. As always, please show love and support! ❤️✨

Warnings: an overworked y/n, but it’s all VERY fluffy!! 5/5 on the fluff-o-meter

Word count: ~1.2k

For @siouxxiie 🤗

“Good morning, beautiful.”

You rolled over to see Eddie smiling at you softly and knowingly. You groaned and lifted your head, feeling some music sheets sticking to your face. Eddie chuckled and removed the sheets, then kissed your forehead. All the other members of Corroded Coffin were looking at you with curious yet sympathetic expressions.

“I guess I fell asleep again,” you said, a little ashamed.

“It would appear so,” Jeff chuckled. 

“Baby, you can’t keep doing this, it’s not healthy to be working this much,” Eddie said softly. 

“I haven’t been working too much, you’re just always extra worried about me,” you pointed out.

“Baby, the band and I had a talk, and we all agree you’re doing too much!” Eddie said softly. 

“I’m not, I’m totally good!” you argued.

“Y/N,” Gareth said slowly, “this is the third band practice in a row that you’ve fallen asleep during. You need to feel better, I mean, when was the last time you had a vegetable?”

“Since when do you care about vegetables?” you giggled, standing up to stretch.

“Since they haven’t been jumping into action to keep my gorgeous girlfriend healthy!” Eddie pouted, holding you around your waist. 

“I’m okay, really, you guys,” you said, kissing Eddie quickly on the lips. “But I love that you care so much for me,” you smiled, “and I love you all.”

“I love you too, which is why-” Eddie scooped you up in his arms, “you are taking a break.”

“A break?” you asked, laughing as Eddie carried you to your room.

“Yes, a break,” Gareth said as he walked behind you and Eddie. 

“You’ve been working way too hard, and you always worry about us, making sure we’ve got food and all our homework done, so it’s about time that we take care of you!” Jeff said. “So,”

“So, we’re going to spend the rest of today and tomorrow making sure that our amazing vocalist is rested and rejuvenated,” Eddie said sweetly, laying you down in your bed and taking off your shoes.

“You guys can’t possibly be serious,” you said. “How are we going to have band practice if I’m not there?”

“Well, that’s the thing,” Jeff smiled, “we’re going to pamper you!” he said.

“Behold, m’lady,” Eddie said as he presented a big bag. “I compiled it while you were snoozing,” he winked.

“And just what is in this mysterious pampering bag?” you asked humorously. 

“Everything you’ll need for a relaxing time with the guy you love most,” Eddie said with a wink, tossing you some pajamas. 

“And we’ll be waiting on you hand and foot, Miss Y/N,” Gareth said royally, making you laugh.

“You guys are too good to me,” you smiled softly.

“You’re always the one looking out for us, so we figured it’s time we pay it back,” Jeff smiled. “Now go get changed! We have face masks in two minutes!”

You changed quickly, and when you exited the bathroom, Eddie was sitting on your bed in comfy clothes and his hair pulled back. 

“First task! We got this gloopy thing for your faces,” Jeff grinned, holding up a few clay mask jars. You chuckled as you sat down in front of Eddie, who kissed you softly.

“Now, apply the mask to your partner,” Gareth instructed. Eddie took a glob of the face mask and dotted it all over your face. 

“You’re being very strategic,” you smirked.

“I recently learned about the T-zone,” Eddie said happily, moving his finger down the bridge of your nose.

“Impressive,” you said as you started to spread the mask on his face.

“And don’t worry, I’ve already requested that these two leave us alone after this,” Eddie whispered, winking at you.

“Aw, I like them! But spending some one-on-one time with you does sound wonderful,” you smiled softly.

“Yes, we’ve been accused of being, what was the word, Gareth?”

“I believe the word was miscreants, Jeff,” Gareth replied, feigning offense. 

“But, because we love you, Y/N, we’re going to be here for whatever you need,” Jeff finished.

“Thanks, you guys, it means a lot to me that you guys care so much.”

“You’re our family, Y/N, and we’ve got to look out for each other. If you still refuse to break up with Eddie, we have to save you some other way,” Jeff shrugged. 

“You see? Miscreants,” Eddie whisper-yelled. 

“Whatever, we’re gonna go pick up food, so we’ll be back,” Gareth said, patting Jeff on the back. 

“Bye, you guys, thanks again!” you said cheerily.

“You are very welcome,” Jeff said, then waved at you both. 

Eddie looked over at you, smiling softly. His face mask cracked a little on the corners of his mouth, and a little by his eyes. He held your hand lightly as you both looked at each other, soaking in the peace and rare alone time. You gazed back at him lovingly, looking into his soft brown eyes. One of his curls had fallen out of his ponytail, so you moved it behind his ear. Wordlessly, he moved himself to sit against the headboard as you moved to sit in front of him, leaning back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around yours as he sighed contentedly. 

“I can’t remember the last time I rested like this,” you said quietly. Eddie hummed and hugged you tighter.

“I’m glad we’re doing this, then. You deserve to take a break just like the rest of us. It’s not good for you to be overworking yourself and also picking up our slack.”

“It doesn’t feel that way,” you said. “I just feel like I’m doing my job.”

“Well, either way, we need to stop taking you for granted. I need to stop taking you for granted.”

“Sweetheart,” you said with concern, turning to face him, “when have you ever taken me for granted?” As you looked at him, you took the washcloth by the bed and began gently removing the mask from his face. 

“All the time! I mean, you’re always so kind, always looking out for me, and I feel like I do nothing. I mean, look at us right now! Here you are taking care of me even when it’s your day,” he said sadly. 

You leaned forward and kissed Eddie, holding his cheek. The kiss was deeper and longer than usual, and Eddie, a bit surprised, held your waist softly. 

“Loving you and the band makes me happy,” you said, rubbing his cheek.

Eddie grabbed the other washcloth and pensively cleaned your face. “I just don’t want it to take away from you or make you feel like you’re not loved back by me, and I want you to know I appreciate you,” he said somberly.

“I do know,” you encouraged him. “You can’t take someone for granted if you love them, and you, Eddie Munson, are a lover,” you said quietly, pressing your forehead to his. He smiled as he held your hands, leaning in for another kiss. 

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