#which was wedged under the dresser in the bedroom

[thatswhatsushesaid]

i found my wedding ring!!!!

like i have some questions about how it ended up in the laundry closet of all places but!!! i found it!!!!

thank you for this small mercy, universe 🙏🙏🙏

[gtsdreamer2]

Ever since your dad walked out on your family, you felt like you had a responsibility to your mom and sister to be the man of the house. You worked hard, studied hard, went to college while working a job that helped pay the bills, and it all paid off. You used your degree to dive into the tech industry and become a great inventor. Some of your inventions were taking off, and you were finally starting to see the fruits of your labor. That also meant that you could delegate some of your work to others now, which granted you enough free time to be able to work on pet projects and spoil your girlfriend, Katy. Sometimes, those two things coincided.

After a few tireless weeks of working 'round the clock in secret, you had finally finished your girlfriend's present. She was a retro soul with a 70s aesthetic, so you made her a special lava lamp. It was special because you had engineered some of your new tech into it. Katy had always had a waifish figure since you had known her, which, although you loved her just the same for it, made her very self-conscious both in the bedroom and out in public. The lamp that you had produced just for her was designed to emit special waves of energy to both grow her lacking assets and instill confidence in her, both through temporary mental manipulation and a renewed pride in her physical appearance.

You finally got home with your new toy when you got a ping on your phone to go out for drinks with your boys. 'What the hell, why not? I've been working my ass off. I deserve this.' you thought to yourself, setting the lamp on the kitchen counter before quickly changing and speeding off to the bars. Slamming the door as your left, you woke your sleeping mom, Cindy.

She came downstairs and into the kitchen and spotted the lamp on the counter. "Well this is cool. I haven't seen one of these in years!" She said, picking it up and examining it. "I bet Jake got it for me since my birthday is coming up. He definitely wouldn't have gotten this for himself. I'm so excited to set it up. It'll make a nice night light." Your mom scampered back up the stairs with the lamp and a glass of water in hand. She quickly downed her refreshment and plugged in the lamp, setting it on the dresser on the far side of the room before switching it on.

As it heated up, a warm glow filled the room. "Wow, it's giving off a lot of heat. I probably won't be able to use this in the summer, but its very comforting right now. As the lamp got hotter, so did your mom as she got cozy in bed. She dozed off while staring at the lamp's memorizing lava bubbles.

She couldn't remember her dreams, but they must have been wonderful. Cindy awoke with her panties soaked and wedged tightly against herself. She moaned and stretched, feeling a strange tightness all across her sleepwear. As she tossed and turned, trying to get her clothes to adjust, her nipples brushed the soft fabric of her PJs and elicited another, more sexual moan from her lips. She hadn't felt this turned on in years. It was like a long dormant fire had been lit. Turning on her side, Cindy put her legs around one of the extra pillows on the bed and started to aggressively hump herself to climax, biting her blanket to stifle her whimpers of pleasure all the while. Her sensitive nipples ached to be teased as she bucked. She eagerly obliged them as she snaked a hand under her top. She was so lost in her trance that she almost didn't realize that she was grabbing more breast than she should have had. Cindy was far too lost in pleasure at that moment as she humped and groped her sensitive body until she finally came hard into the pillow that she was abusing.

Sweat-speckled and panting, she finally released the poor pillow, covered with the evidence of your mom's much needed release. 'That was amazing.' She thought to herself, still trying to collect herself as she stood up from the bed. Her clothing still felt wrong on her as she made her way to the full body mirror in the bathroom.

As she looked herself up and down in the mirror, her jaw dropped. Her tits had grown. Her ass had plumped. Her head was slightly outside the frame of the mirror which was never an issue before this moment. "This is a lot." She said to herself, trying to take it all in. "I'm...a lot. I need coffee."

Cindy forced her soaked panties off her and discarded them into her laundry bin. She replaced them with a fresh pair that seemed to strain against the might of her new rear, but they fit, for now. A bra was out of the question, so she threw on a sweater by itself and then a part of leggings that couldn't cover her ankles and made her ass perk even higher. Checking herself out in the mirror again, she felt a wave of confidence as she tossed her sex hair from side to side. "I feel amazing this morning." She whispered before heading downstairs.

You awoke on your friend's couch, your natural body clock telling you that it was time to get up for work. "Shit." You cursed under your breath. You must have gotten too wasted last night. You pulled yourself together and got your things as quick as you could. You checked your phone and realized that you wouldn't have time to go home and would have to go straight to work. You wouldn't be home until late either. Sighing, you forced yourself out of your friend's house and into your car and then off to work.

Your sister came downstairs to find your mom humming to herself while doing the morning chores. She was loading the dishwasher, finishing breakfast, and sipping her coffee. She seemed different. Not just happier and peppier, but less...mom-like. She couldn't put her finger on it. "You're in a good mood this morning." She said. Sitting down to be served. Cindy quickly placed the spread before her.

"I know!" Your mom beamed back at your sister, Destiny, sitting down with her own, overloaded plate of food. "I feel amazing this morning." She dug into her breakfast, far more ravenously than she normally would have. She blamed it on the calories burned from touching herself that morning, conveniently trying to block out the obvious answer, which was that her increased assets caused the calorie deficit. Destiny sat there in disbelief of Cindy as the massive plate of food disappeared. She had no time to gawk as she had to get her things and get to her classes, however. Destiny said her goodbyes and left your mom home alone and to her own devices.

After clearing her plate and helping herself to everything that was leftover, she finally felt satisfied. She continued with her daily chores, cleaning around the house, vacuuming, tidying up the bathroom, normal motherly duties. Around midday, she finally started to feel sluggish and tired and returned to her room for an afternoon nap. That's when she remembered the lamp. "Oops" she said to no one. "I forgot to turn this off. Reaching for the lamp, she felt the warmth kiss her fingers before moving up her arm and then through her chest. Her nipples awoke and grew hard, pressing against her already too tight top. Instead of turning the lamp off, she instead put both her hands on it and lifted it up, holding it close to her chest. The warm feeling that had already started to completely envelop her intensified and she cooed at the feeling filling her body. As her body drank in the heat that was radiating from her new luminant gift, she could feel herself growing. Suddenly her nether regions had started to produce a heat of their own and she was reminded of the fun that she had gotten to have with herself that morning. Cindy then had a devilish idea. She unplugged the lamp from the outlet on the far wall and replugged it into the one by her nightstand. Peeling off her shrinking clothing, she crawled into bed and switched the lamp back on She sat with her back resting up against the headboard and her legs spread open and her feet touching In the center she placed the lamp, mere inches from her hungry snatch. Then as she was basking in the glow, she again began to pleasure herself. Cindy had no need to hold back her cries and moans in an empty house, so as she rubbed her needy clit, she wailed in ecstasy for the first time in countless years. Orgasm after orgasm shook through her as her growing body continued to become more and more sensitive.

"Fuck!" she cried out as another climax and subsequent growth spurt rattled through her. "Why does this feel so good? I just want more and more and more! There's no way this should be happening." Not that she was keeping track of how big she was growing, but she had long left the six foot mark behind. If she had kept her clothing on, it would have started ripping itself apart from her body by now. Groping her giant tits, she couldn't help but smile. "These have grown so huge! So big and sensitive! And my nipples!" She tugged on each of them in turn then, not daring to take a hand away from her needy needy cunt. With each buck of her hips, she could feel her feet sliding further and further towards the edge of the bed and then beyond as her head pressed up against and then crept up the headboard. She could feel her pillowy ass jiggle and bounce against the bed as her leg muscles continued to thicken. After what felt like her twentieth finish, her body was finally satisfied and she passed out, the lamp tipping forward and delicately landing between her lips. As she slept, the energy from the lamp poured into her, forcing her bigger and bigger in her sleep.

Work finally ended and you were heading home. You felt behind the whole day and had hardly a moment to yourself to think. Throwing your keys on the counter, they landed right where the lamp should have been. Immediately you were wide awake, mind racing. 'I forgot all about the lamp, fuck.' You thought frantically. 'There's no way that someone plugged it in right?' You crept down the hall to your sister's room first. Slowing cracking open her door, nothing seemed out of place. You gave a sigh of relief and shut her door.

Next came your mom's room. As you quietly opened her door, your heart immediately sank. She was naked in her bed and at least eight feet tall by now. Both hands gripping the lamp as she rhythmically humped against it in her sleep. You were horrified, but it was also hard to look away. Her body was producing dangerous pheromones, just like the lamp was designed to do. Luckily, you knew this and were conscious of them. As you snuck up to the side of her bed, the pheromones grew stronger. You quickly unplugged the lamp and the room darkened slightly, now only lit from the setting sun outside. You held your breath as you slipped the lamp out of her hands, careful not to wake her. Exiting the room, you finally let out a frustrated sigh and an audible "fuck" as your sister was closing the front door.

"Woah, what's the problem?" She said, immediately noticing that something was off. She set her school stuff down and walked over to you.

"It's mom. She took this" You said gesturing to the lamp in your hands "and now she's like eight feet tall."

"Well that's...something" Your sister says, clearly lost. "What's 'this'" she said pointing to what looked to her like a relic from the 70s.

"'This' is a present for Katy, but I had to run off to work this morning after being out all night. I guess mom took it to bed and plugged it in." You let out another exasperated sigh. "Katy is on her way here right now to come pick this up, but I need to go back to my lab to get what I need to fix mom. Hopefully before she wakes up. Can I trust you to hold onto it while I'm gone and give it to my girlfriend? I don't need mom waking up and using it again. It seems like it can get pretty addicting pretty quickly based on her size. Maybe it works a little too well. I think I'll grab some supplies to recalibrate it for Katy before I let her use it." You were talking to yourself at this point.

"I don't really know what's going on since she seemed pretty normalish this morning, but sure bro!" She said eager to help. "I promise I wont let mom use it while you're gone. You should hurry though, I don't know how long she's been asleep. And if she's eight feet tall, I don't think I'd be able to stop her anyway. You better fix this."

You pushed the lamp into her arms and quickly left for your lab, leaving your sister alone with your sleeping colossus of a mother. Setting the lamp on the counter, your sister crept over to your mom's room and cracked the door open. "Holy shit," she whispered, "she's huge!" Silently closing the door, Destiny quickly scooped the lamp up and brought it to her room, where she promptly undressed and plugged it into her nightstand. Sitting on her bed, she held the lamp between her petite breasts as it began to produce heat. "Come on, come on. I don't have much time before Katy gets here. I wanna grow, too. Make me bigger!"

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Fucking Machine

Loceit (Logan x Janus) Kinktober 2023 Day Ten: Fucking Machine Warnings: robot porn, wire play, electrocution, overstimulation, premature ejaculation, grinding

"Forgive me if I don't exactly trust you to check my hardware," Logan states, as Janus leads him through the house and up a flight of stairs. "Typically, I run an analysis on myself, and - if I need human assistance - I ask Virgil. You, on the other hand, have never been that... mindful of technology." 

Janus shrugs off Logan's concerns. "I'm more trustworthy when it comes to technology than Patton." 

"That's not hard to accomplish," Logan refutes, as Janus guides them into Logan's own bedroom. It's decorated to look human, but the metal table donned with a singular pillow clashes with the dresser, closet, and framed photos quite a bit. 

Still, it was what Logan had requested. He had no need for a bed; he didn't much like laying on his front, and his charging port was on his lower back. If he needed to sit at all, he'd rather do it on a table akin to the one he was created atop of. It also meant he could sit straighter while charging. 

Janus guides him to the table and encourages him to sit, before sitting criss-cross behind him. Janus finds the cold metal to be rather harsh and uncomfortable, but he keeps quiet about that for now. 

"I don't understand why you're doing this anyway. According to my recent self-scans, I've been running perfectly fine." 

"Isn't it nice to double check, though?" Janus asks, as his fingers slide beneath Logan's polo. 

Logan's skin is synthetic - it's made to feel human, but lacks warmth. Janus can even press his fingers into Logan's sides or arms and they'll sink a bit into the fake flesh, but it's just an outer layer designed to protect his wires and circuitry, the same way the skin is just an outer layer made to protect muscle and bone. 

Logan frowns. "It won't be nice when your unskilled prodding causes a server shutdown," he argues, as Janus slowly pulls his shirt up and over his body. 

He's able to process each touch to his body due to an array of microfibers built into the synthetic skin. He's been told it should feel identical to the way a human would feel when being touched the same way, but Logan had no way to compare the two. So Janus's fingertips brushing against his soft back makes his internal nerves spark, with Logan stiffening and straightening his posture. 

"If you're going to pull out the panel, I'd suggest you get on with it. I'm not here to entertain you." 

Janus chuckles softly. "Aren't you made to be patient?" 

"I can tell you that I'm definitely not made to be tampered with." Logan turns his head to the side, and gives Janus a cold glare. "Especially by someone already acting so unprofessional." 

"Such a snarky tongue. Is that programmed, or just preferred?" 

"Preferred." 

Janus grins. "Hm. I like it." 

"I'd like for you not to damage my hardware." 

"Relax," Janus soothes, as his hands push into Logan's back in two specific spots parallel to each other on his left and right side. The pressure causes Logan's skin in a rectangular shape to sink a bit, before it springs out with a soft hiss. Janus dips his hand underneath the left-hand opening, just barely able to wedge two of his fingers under it, and undoes a latch. This allows him to fully swing the panel open like a door, and reveals Logan's innerworkings beneath. 

There's a metal spine down the center of his back that allows Logan to turn and bend like a typical person, but Janus is able to reach his arms into Logan around it, which immediately has Logan clicking in disapproval. 

"Anything you'd need to look at would be on the screen on the inside of my back panel," Logan states,  though Janus is fully aware of this. "There's no reason for you to be sticking your hands into my body." 

"Physical checkup," Janus reasons, before sitting up on his knees. He places his chin on Logan's shoulder, with his hands sliding up Logan's spine. "You can't exactly see inside your back; how sure are you that everything's still in order? It seems to me that every time Virgil's worked on your system, he's only paid attention to your digital data or reports. When was the last time he made sure there were no exposed wires, twisted circuits, or dented metal?" 

Logan hesitates, before claiming "I think I'd be able to feel if things were damaged." 

Janus's fingers reach back into his innards, and his fingertips lightly caress the thick, black wires braded around thin metal rods, which all formed together into a makeshift ribcage. The action makes Logan bite his lip, an artificial - but incredibly noticeable - flush spreading over his cheeks in an almost cartoonish manner. 

"Careful," Janus murmurs. "We don't want you to overheat, now do we?" 

Logan's fingers tap against his thigh. "No. No, I suppose not." 

"Good. May I check?" 

Logan glances at Janus, knowing full well what Janus means by "check." And yet, he nods. "Only if you're careful." 

"I'll make sure you're still functional afterwards," Janus assures him, before adding "but I can't promise much more than that." 

He kisses Logan's bare shoulder, before leaning back down to poke at Logan's autonomy. Logan's mostly still as Janus's hands explore his insides yet again, but he knows it's only a matter of time before Janus is determining what looks the most fun to play with and decides to pull and push at it. 

And seemingly, the first thing that seems to interest him are the coloured wires, which he runs his fingers over. 

He decides to tease the yellow one first, and pinches the cord lightly, before sliding upwards, and then dragging his fingers downwards, tugging briefly on the wire and making Logan jolt suddenly. 

"Careful!" Logan insists, but his voice glitches as he rubs his hands over his thighs. 

"Trust me," Janus responds, pressing a kiss to the back of Logan's neck. He hears a click, followed by a soft whirring sound as Logan's fans begin, with his outer layer heating up ever so slightly. Janus smiles against Logan's skin.

"Do you secretly like it when I pull on that wire?" Janus asks, as he tugs on that very cord again. This time, Logan hisses, but it's not the reaction Janus wants. So he hums, and runs his fingers over a few others, before stroking the red cord. That has Logan moaning and jolting, his hands gripping the edge of the table they're seated on. 

"Ahh," Janus muses, "I see. You were just waiting for me to find the right wire. This one is fun, but I wonder what the blue one does..." 

Janus again switches wires, and tugs a lot more harshly on the blue one, with something becoming unplugged and Logan's innards sparking. Logan lets out a glitchy cry as Janus rushes to pull his hand out of Logan's back, not wanting to injure himself. 

"Fuck," Janus curses quietly, before setting a hand gently on Logan's upper shoulder. "Are you alright?" 

Logan pants. "You just... unplugged my ethernet port." 

Janus chews his inner cheek. "Do you... do you need that?" 

Logan huffs, turning to glare at Janus over his shoulder, who smiles prettily at Logan's narrow eyes. "You're going to dismantle me someday." 

"I'm going to take that as a 'no.'" Janus grabs the loose cable and ducks a bit to try and figure out the plug the small, cylindrical plug into. He sees the silver ring clear on a small black box up inside Logan's body. Janus reaches up to rub over the port with his finger, making Logan moan softly. "However, I'll be nice. I'll plug it back in for you, so you can... connect to the ethernet." 

"It allows me to tap into the local network in order to access speedy data transmissions," Logan murmurs, his eyes fluttering shut as Janus circles the hole with his plug, teasing the very tip of it at the plugs entrance. Janus pushes it in just enough for it to be noticeable, and then pulls it out again, making Logan shudder and stutter as he attempts to continue. "It doesn't... it doesn't do much for me at home, but it's useful for when we're out." 

"Oh yeah? So should I just..." Janus slips the cord in just enough for it to be noticeable, but not fully, edging Logan out of that satisfying click, "not plug this back in, then? It doesn't do anything anyway, right?" 

Logan whines, taking in a shuddering breath that lets Janus watch as small pistons nestled in his faux ribcage pump the air back out. "Please. Plug it in, please." 

Janus smirks, and does just that, and while normally plugging something in wouldn't feel this intense, something about the way Janus speaks or the way he teases his outlet makes it such, and so when Janus fully plugs the ethernet cord in, Logan jolts and sparks, eyes briefly flashing fully white, and moaning outright. Again, Janus has to rush to pull his hand out, before huffing. 

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to electrocute me." 

Logan pants, arching his back and reaching behind him, as if trying to dig his fingers into his open panel and play with his cords himself. "I'd just be electrocuting us both, in that scenario. I spark because this is unnatural; it's not my fault I wasn't built to be played with."

Humming, Janus's hands circle around Logan's body and run his hands down between Logan's thighs, feeling the straining bulge in his jeans. "What's this for, then?" he asks, while grinding his palm over the area, making Logan squeeze his legs together, unintentionally pushing Janus's hand further against his crotch. 

"Anatomical accuracy," Logan weakly explains, but he knows Janus doesn't care. 

Janus blindly undoes Logan's jeans, struggling briefly with the zipper before he can get it down, and pulls out Logan's cock. 

He was built to be average in terms of size, but sensitive in terms of touch. The purpose of that feature was so that he could touch distinct surfaces and identify what they're made of, but it meant he was also incredibly sensitive to touch from others, especially in areas which weren't normally stimulated. 

Janus strokes his fingers over Logan's cock with little hesitation, before pulling his hands away and peering into Logan's back. 

"Your... fluid compartment... does that connect to your shaft?" 

"Of course it does." 

As Janus's eyes find the small, round-shaped, bag-like compartment, he's delighted to see it's full of a milky white liquid. "Is that for anatomical accuracy as well?"

Logan swallows the nonexistent spit in his mouth. "It is." 

Janus reaches out to touch the compartment, and cringes with fascination and disgust at how it feels. It's like a ball made of nano-tape; just thick enough to hold firm, but malleable when squished. And so, out of morbid curiosity, Janus squishes it.

Perhaps he wasn't thinking about where that fluid would go when squeezed out of its compartment, or maybe he wasn't aware that such an easily overlooked piece of hardware was essentially created to be similar to a human prostate, but either way Janus is incredibly startled when Logan's body jolts as pleasure rushes through him, and he lets out a warped cry as an orgasm is quickly forced out of him before he's ready. 

The sudden excitement has Logan sparking with delight and surprise of his own, and despite having previously been careful to avoid the loose electricity, Janus couldn't possibly have seen this coming. 

A loose wire comes into contact with the back of Janus's hand, and before he can even gasp electricity is coursing through his body, and sending an overload of electricity through Logan's as well as he conducts it through his flesh and back into Logan's hardware. 

The shocking, the pain, and the pleasure last for mere seconds before Janus is pulling away, but it's just long enough for them to both fall of the table in opposite directions. 

Janus falls onto his backside near Logan's wall. Logan falls forward onto his chest across from him. 

Struggling to catch his breath, Janus holds his hand and turns to look at Logan, who's laying limp. Immediately, he freaks out. Sure, he's human, and that much electricity could be dangerous, but Logan was a fucking machine. He's not supposed to be electrocuted; Janus could have seriously damaged him!

As Janus moves to stand up, he realizes he's hard in his pants, and curses at the poor timing as he circles the table and drops to his knees beside Logan. His pants land in a sticky mess of Logan's artificial come, and he cringes, but attempts to ignore his disgust in favor of flipping Logan over, closing his back panel in the process. 

Logan's eyes are shut, but when Janus slides his eyelids up, he sees that his eyes are completely black. 

Filled with a rush of anxiety, Janus reaches his hand around to the back of Logan's neck, and feels a button at the base of his hairline, which he presses and holds down, praying that it starts to glow. 

And thankfully, it does.

There's a small power-up tune that plays as the button on the back of Logan's neck flashes, before Logan's eyes are slowly blinking open. They shift from solid black to bright wide, and then with a few more blinks blue irises are forming, swirling around like a loading screen before solidifying with a black pupil. 

Logan stares blankly for a minute, before his face heats up into an embarrassed flush. 

"Sorry," he mumbles, as Janus helps him sit up. 

"Sorry?" Janus repeats, in disbelief. "I'm the one who should be apologizing! Are you... hurt in any way?" 

"No."

"Are you sure?" 

Janus's hands reach for Logan's face, but Logan grabs his wrists and causes him to stop short. Logan's eyes flicker away from Janus, before settling back on him as he admits "I shut myself down." 

"What?!" Janus frowns and smacks Logan's shoulder. "You're not funny. The others would have never let me hear the end of it if I'd damaged you!" 

Logan clears his throat. "I could feel a server overload coming due to the electricity and so shut myself down in order to reprogram myself and install better hardware. It's still processing, but it should finish in a couple minutes." 

"Better hardware?" 

Logan stretches his arm out, wiggles his fingers, and then circles his arm around, testing his mobility. "Yes. Better hardware. Obviously a surplus amount of electricity can cause physical damage, but I'm fairly resilient. My main concern would be my hard drives or servers becoming overwhelmed and either corrupting or frying them altogether. So... I installed a few failsafes." 

"Such as...?" 

"I lowered my electricity output temporarily," Logan begins, listing items off the top of his head, "both for my benefit, and yours-" 

Janus looks away at the implication he'd be reaching back into Logan's insides. 

"I downloaded some protection agencies that increase my server's abilities to withstand extreme stress, I copied and uploaded some of my most important assets to the cloud, I ran a diagnostic and made sure no permanent damage was done, and reprogrammed myself to shut down in the event of extreme electric damage so that neither of us would be killed if that intense of a shock were to happen again." 

Staring blankly at Logan, Janus clasps his hands together. "So... we're good to resume?" 

Logan sighs, but a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "Yes; if you so desire." 

And Janus does so desire, and so flips Logan back over without warning, where Logan obediently stays on his hands and knees. He lets Janus push his chest against the ground and flip his back panel open once more, and tries to keep his body from overheating when he feels Janus's bulge push against his clothed ass. 

"Your fans flicked on again," Janus comments, as his hands plunge back into Logan's innards. He feels wind blow over his scales and shivers, but is more than amused at how quickly they were activated. 

"It's a precaution," Logan murmurs, visibly embarrassed. 

Janus leans over Logan, grinding his hard cocks over Logan's backside and groaning into his ear, before Janus searches for a new item inside of Logan to play with. He pokes the small compartment, though now it's lacking fluid. While that means no more mess, Janus suspects that Logan won't mind having a dry orgasm or two. 

Logan lets out a shaky breath as Janus's fingers rub over his ribcage, his spine, and then back down to his wires, some hanging looser than others. Briefly, Janus's fingers rub over an unused outlet - fit for a hard drive, if Logan ever needed to transfer outside information to his servers - and it makes Logan moan outright. 

"I've heard of plugs being used during sex, but you take it to a whole new level," Janus teases, as his other hand tugs firmly on an intertwined group of wires, which makes Logan suddenly cry out, arching his chest against the floor. Janus grinds his thumb more purposefully over the empty socket. "Maybe I'll download some of Remus's porn onto a hard drive and plug it into you without warning. Would you like that? If I overwhelmed your intellectual technology with graphic, defiling content?" 

Despite Logan's typical stoic behavior, he actually pushes his forehead against the floor as he moans out "yes." His voice is glitchy and quiet, and it causes Janus to let out a shuddering breath of his own as he ruts his hips against Logan's ass. 

As Janus's hand continues to slide against the open plug in the lower right hand side of Logan's back, his other caresses the wires up to where they disappear into a black box. And so, he slides it back down to a circuit board, which he is gentle when touching despite Logan beeping in surprise as Janus's fingers tap against it.

"Careful!" Logan again exclaims, though he sounds more excited than anything. "That's fragile!" 

Janus grinds harder against Logan's ass at just how cute he sounds. "I am careful," he assures Logan, while pushing his longer thumb nails into both the plug and the circuit board. 

Little flickers of electricity bounce off the circuit board, shocking Janus once or twice, but it's significantly tamer compared to what he's already experienced. And with Logan's little jolts and whimpers, Janus can assume he's feeling the shocks too.

But what Logan's really amazed by is how foreign and obviously wrong the protrusion of Janus's nail is into his outlet, and the scratching of his circuit board, and yet... he's getting off on this technological malpractice. 

Everything that Janus is doing to him is unique. New. And so Logan desperately tries to record and memorize the strange way it feels. However, the light touches also allows Logan to breathe - both metaphorically, and artificially. In this brief respite, Logan's reminded that he's pathetically hard due to the weight of his cock hanging between his legs. He knows his fluid compartment is empty, but that doesn't negate his ability to have an orgasm, and he knows Janus will going to push him to his limit again and again and again if he so desires. 

Embarrassed, Logan hides his face in the floor, picturing how lewd and unprofessional he's being. He must look like some sort of sexbot! But before he can complain, Janus is dipping his face into Logan's panel, and lightly blowing air over his circuit board, causing Logan to gasp as his head shoots up in surprise. 

He tries to crane his head back to look at Janus, who just grins at him in response and grinds a little harder, reminding Logan that Janus is also getting off on toying with him like he's some sort of do-it-yourself robot kit. 

Logan opens his mouth to complain, but nothing comes out. Still though, Janus playfully explains "I thought I saw a speck of dust," lying right through his teeth. His words however have Logan whining anyway, and Janus draws a particularly loud noise from him when he begins to snake his fingers around a couple wires. 

Even the faintest of touches make him moan and shut his eyes, submissively pushing his face back into the ground as Janus messes with him. 

"What-" Logan starts, but his voice abruptly glitches and cuts out, making him flush and focus for a moment on steadying himself. After clearing his throat, he tries again, and asks "what are you doing?" 

Janus just smiles. "I think I see a few tangled wires..." he says, as both of his hands move to a cluster of them. Feeling Janus's fingers caress the cords makes Logan gasp, only for him to moan when Janus begins to carefully pluck and untwist a set that were indeed wrapped around each other. They're guided out of sockets in order to be looped through the meshed cables, and then re-plugged in such smooth tandem that Logan's never given a break to catch his breath. 

He's touching multiple wires for a prolonged amount of time, gently maneuvered back to where Janus believes they should be, even if it doesn't affect their ability to function at all. 

And Logan repeatedly moans and groans as Janus continues to slide the wires past each other, rubbing them against other cords and in-between his own warm, fleshy fingers. Logan's noises increase in pitch the longer Janus touches, and raise in volume the firmer his caresses get. 

And while Janus takes his time initially in playing with Logan, he can't help but become impatient at the lack of pleasure he's feeling himself, and so grabs Logan's wires more tightly - almost as leverage - while he grinds harder against him, moaning into Logan's back panel and breathing over his sensitive hardware. 

A click is heard followed by Logan's internal fans whirring slightly louder, as though they've increased in intensity and kicked into high-gear, and Janus can't help but laugh softly as he rests his forehead against the side of Logan's back - teetering on the edge of his synthetic flesh and Logan's exposed innards.

"Feeling hot?" Janus teases, before his forked tongue licks across the rim of the panel's opening. That has Logan crying out; the power button on the back of his neck flashing excitedly. Janus raises his eyebrow as he looks at it. 

"Is this draining your battery?" he asks, and watches Logan slump in humiliation, as pleasure rushes through his body as Janus continues to twirl his wires around like they're fidget toys for his amusement. "My, we might just have to leave you plugged in all night to recuperate after this!" Janus's fingers pull out of Logan's panel, sliding over his inner walls before leaving entirely, and instead move to circle around his charging port on his lower back. 

Lightly, Janus rubs his pointer finger over it, and that's all it takes. 

Logan's gasping, crying and glitching - his moans a stuttering cacophony of different sound bites and start-up noises, all mixed in with his artificial breathing and the differing noises spilling from his back. His charging port sparks and the electricity catches Janus again, shocking him more intensely this time, but he moans against Logan and just presses his finger harder against it, rubbing it feverishly against the outlet as Logan's worked through a dry orgasm before he lays limply on the ground, wonderfully overstimulated and burnt out (literally). 

Janus smiles as he moves his hand away from Logan's port, and spends the next minute or so humping against Logan's ass before he comes in his own pants with a soft moan, and then closes Logan's back panel before falling against him. However, the constant light from Logan's flashing power button bothers him, and so he pulls away. 

"You really should plug yourself in," Janus comments, as he helps Logan to his feet. 

Logan struggles to stand for a moment, mumbling "hold on... recalibrating balance settings..." while trying to get his loose cock back into his jeans, before he falls over onto his metal table chest-first.

He lays against it limply, and thanks Janus after the latter struggles to lift Logan's heavy form fully onto the surface. 

Janus circles around Logan to his wall outlet, where he takes Logan's charger into his hand and promptly plugs it in. Logan whines, as though he's still sensitive, but his power light glows happily at being plugged in. Janus leans against the table and sighs. 

"How are you feeling?" 

Logan turns his head to the side, so he can speak without sounding muffled. "Fine. I don't think anything's permanently damaged." 

Janus huffs out a laugh. "That's a relief." 

"Knowing you? I agree." 

Janus smacks Logan's lower thigh playfully, before focusing on his breathing for a moment. Logan's rhythmic, synthetic breathes contrast greatly to Janus's more irregular exhales, but there's both visibly pleased, albeit a tad messy. He'll get himself cleaned up after catching his breath, and he supposes that when he's done with a bath he'll come wipe Logan down. He'll even be extra careful! He's sure Logan will appreciate it. 

[skyward-floored]

For iau requests, Legend or Twi being emotional support animals when one of their brothers is sick or injured?

Wind and Legend are a little younger here, just for reference. This is set a bit before Hyrule comes along :)

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Wind had been driving Legend crazy.

Legend didn’t know what his problem had been lately, but it seemed like every time they’d crossed paths they’d ended up in some kind of stupid argument or fight. And Legend knew Wind hadn't started all of them, Legend had begun at least some of the fights, but it wasn’t his fault Wind was being so infuriating.

Which was why he’d decided to just avoid Wind today.

It had actually been weirdly easy, even though it was Saturday and there was no school. Wind was usually clingy and annoying as could be, especially lately, but Legend had barely seen him all day. And if Legend heard Wind coming, he just hid under the closest piece of furniture as a rabbit, and Wind never saw him. It was nearly dinnertime now and Legend had had a perfectly Wind-free day, and he’d enjoyed every second of it.

Legend trotted happily down the hall, wondering if he could keep his streak up after dinner and maybe even into tomorrow, when he heard an ugly coughing sound.

Legend paused, and poked his head into the bedroom he’d been walking past. His mom was sitting on one of the beds, a pinch to her brow, and there was a lump of blankets next to her, messy blond hair poking out of it.

Legend scowled when he noticed it was Wind, but before he could keep going, more of the ugly coughing rang out, and Legend realized it was coming from Wind. He looked miserable, and Malon hummed worriedly.

“Well you don’t feel warm, but that’s a nasty cough you’ve picked up, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” she asked, and Wind pressed his face into his pillow.

“My throat hurts,” he rasped, words barely legible as they crackled from his throat. Legend winced. His voice sounded terrible.

“Goodness honey, don’t talk if it hurts then,” Malon said worriedly, smoothing Wind’s hair out of his face. “I’ll get you some water, then I’ll take a look, okay?”

Wind nodded, looking miserable, and their mom stood and walked out of the room. Legend hesitated as she walked past, then poked his head in the room, and Wind groaned, pulling his pillow over his head.

“G’way Ledge,” Wind croaked, but Legend ignored him and came closer, looking around.

“I’m just here for my book,” Legend said huffily, and Wind didn’t reply, only burrowed himself more deeply under his pillow.

Legend rolled his eyes, and kept looking around. He really had left a book in here he wanted. It still counted as avoiding Wind, this was just a small break.

Wind let out a raspy whimper, shifting in his blankets, and Legend’s steps faltered, a tiny little worm of guilt wriggling in his chest. So what if Wind was sick? Apparently that had been why it had been so easy to avoid him today. Legend didn’t care. It made his job easier.

Wind coughed again, the sound rattly and dry, and Legend paused, flicking his eyes over to the bed. Wind made another miserable-sounding noise, and Legend stepped a little closer, studying him.

A single blue-green eye peered at him from under the blankets, and Legend pointedly didn’t meet it, going back to searching. He looked around and under the bed for his book, crouching down and searching all around it. He finally found it wedged between the bed and the dresser, and he straightened, hesitating as Wind kept watching him. He really did look pretty miserable.

“Ledge?” Wind rasped, and Legend crossed his arms.

“What?”

Wind hesitated, watching Legend in silence, and then he rolled over and curled up into a ball.

“...Never mind,” he whispered.

Legend stayed stuck in his spot, wincing as Wind coughed again, and he looked down at the book in his hands, considering.

Then he sighed, setting it on the bed, then jumped up and turned into a rabbit in the same movement.

Wind peered at him in surprise, and Legend settled himself in next to his brother, pulling his book over so he could read while he was here.

“You’re staying?” Wind croaked hopefully, and Legend huffed, opening to the first page.

“The lighting in here is best. That’s the only reason,” he grumbled, ignoring how Wind rolled closer so he was snuggled against him. A hand snaked out to pet him, and Legend pretended not to notice, focused on finding his place in the book.

“Thanks,” Wind whispered, fingers trailing through Legend’s fur.

Legend sighed, but wiggled closer to him anyways. “Whatever. Stop talking, you’re gonna wreck your throat.”

Wind nodded and didn’t say another word, staying quiet as he petted Legend. Legend grumbled to himself, but he couldn’t help relaxing into the pets as he read his book.

He could go back to ignoring Wind tomorrow.

[dino-fart]

Hurt | Namor

I fucking love this gif, his face is like ‘gurl please’ or ‘you better tell me who did this’

Pairing: Namor x Female!Reader,  Joel Miller x Female!Reader,  Stephen Strange x Female!Reader

Genre: Romance, Comfort

Summary: You come home from a horrible day of work and came to the realization of certain things. After having your suspicions confirmed, you break down in tears and close yourself off from everyone. It’s a good thing, the man you love dearly knows what to do to comfort you.

Summary | Namor | Stephen Strange | Joel Miller

You always had rough days at work but today...Today was the straw that broke the camel’s back. It started with your boss throwing you under the bus to corporate for not finishing a report you were not informed of. Then another manager reported you to your boss for leaving work without permission when in actuality you went on your lunch break. Then your work friend showed you a group text she was part of where the managers were making fun of your weight and how you dressed. 

Part of you wanted to yell at her for showing it to you and the other part of you wanted to take her phone and show the texts to your boss. But you being the pacifist you are, did nothing. The icing on the cake though, was when your boss brought you into his office to talk about your performance yet he allowed another manager to practically get away with murder. You began to job search, fed up with being mistreated for simply doing your job. When the work day finished you rushed home. 

You ran into your home and slammed the door shut. You felt your legs weaken and slumped against the door and onto the cold floor. 

You knew you shouldn’t cry, everyone deals with this stuff at work, right? 

So why should you be weak and cry? 

You should be ashamed of yourself! 

But these negative thoughts didn’t stop you, the tears began to spill and you hugged your knees, sobbing softly. After an hour of crying, you finally got up to go change. You entered your bedroom and stopped when you saw the conch shell on your dresser. You didn’t want to bother your beloved Ku'ku'lkán but you needed to be distracted. You took a deep breath and grabbed the conch shell and your purse. Forget changing, you need to be with Namor. 

You drove to the beach, which thankfully, was a 15-minute drive. Your phone was buzzing and vibrating with missed calls and unanswered text messages. You checked it real quick to see if it was your family, and when you found out it wasn’t, you shoved your phone back in your purse. You parked your car at the pier parking lot and stepped out of your car. You hoped your attire would be alright for walking on the sand. 

You were wearing a blue off-shoulder long-sleeve shirt, black pants, and brown wedged shoes. You tied your hair in a ponytail and tucked your purse under the passenger seat and took the conch shell. You finally made it to the shore and held the shell in your hands. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to compose yourself before your king would arrive. You blew into the shell and held it in your hands as you waited. 

You moved to sit down on the sand, your heart skipped a beat when the waters parted. But to your surprise, it wasn’t Namor that approached you. It was Namora. You stood up and gave her a weak smile. Namora noticed your red eyes and your shaky hands. 

“Namor táan ocupado... Táak wáaj a t'u'uchpachtik in ka pa'atik ti' le áak che'o'? (Namor is busy...Do you wish to follow me and wait for him in the cavern)” She said. 

You had become familiar with the Talokan language thanks to Namor, so you were able to understand her but it was difficult for you to speak it. “Y-Yes...Please.” You said softly. Namora gestured for you to follow her into the water. 

You were now sitting by the small pool of water in the cavern. Your hair and clothes had dried off by the small fire Namora helped you start. You moved to the edge of the pool and stared down at your reflection. Despite being dried off, the tears formed again. Your mind is filled with today’s events and the horrible words in the text messages. 

You closed your eyes, trying to think about something else, trying to stop the tears before you would see Namor. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear Namor approaching you. 

The King of Talokan had heard of your arrival from Namora and it concerned him when she told him about your physical state. Anger boiled inside of him. Who dares hurt you? He needed to know who or what it was so that he could deal with it and make you happy again. When he saw you by the pool and saw the shine of your tears, his heart ached. 

He walked over slowly and sat next to you. He looked down at your reflection and how focused you were. It seemed like you were trying to stop your tears. He would be patient and wait for you to speak to him. He turned his head to look at you and study your beautiful and sad face. 

You finally opened your eyes and gasped when you saw Namor’s reflection. You turned to meet his gaze. Namor gave you a gentle smile and moved his hand to gently cup your cheek. “In yakunaj... Ba'axten ka wok'ol? (My love...Why do you cry)” He whispered softly. At this, you broke down again and you shook your head. 

“What happened? Who did this?” Namor was angry but he had to remain calm for your sake. His thumb caught your tears and he leaned over to kiss your forehead. You tried to speak but it was too much, so you continued to cry. Namor gasped softly at how loud your cries were. He moved to pull you in for a tight hug. 

You buried your face in his muscular chest and sobbed. Namor rubbed your back gently and kissed your head. Namor gently stood up and helped you up by your hands. 

He laced his fingers with yours and guided you to his small hut where his murals were. He sat you and grabbed his paints. “Whenever you are ready to speak, let me know. Take all the time you need.” Namor kissed your head and you nodded. You turned to look at the wall as he began to paint. You focused your thoughts on the lines he painted. 

You then looked down at your lap and took a deep breath. “I feel ashamed...To talk about it...Because I feel stupid that I...I cried so much.” You began. 

Namor moved to set the paints down and sat next to you. He moved his hand to hold yours, “Never be ashamed.” 

You gave him a small smile and nodded. You began to tell him about your day and how it’s been building up. You talked about the hurtful words about your physical appearance. You finished your story and looked down at his hand on yours. Namor moved his other hand to tilt your chin up and gazed at you lovingly. He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. 

You kissed him back softly and Namor pulled you onto his lap. He ran his hands over your back and kissed you deeper. You let out a soft moan and ran your fingers through his black hair. Namor pulled back from the kiss and gazed at you. “Don’t let anyone tell you that you are not beautiful, that you are not worthy, and that you are not intelligent. People that say these things...Their lives are miserable. There are always consequences to actions like this and they will face it. Whether it’s from karma or...From me.” Namor said darkly. 

You kissed his forehead, “No Namor...They’re not worth it.” 

Namor hesitantly nodded and kissed your cheek. “My beloved queen, what would you have me do? What can I do to make you smile again?” Namor rested his head on your shoulder. 

You gently traced his beard and leaned down to kiss his lips gently. “A distraction would be nice.” You smiled a little. 

Namor smiled widely, “I know just the thing. Let’s get the suit, it’s close to sunset and there’s a specific spot that shows the most beautiful reflection of the sunset.” Namor guided you off of your lap and scooped you up in his arms bridal style. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him as he made his way to take you on an adventure...

Author’s Note: This is a comfort fic. Remember to know your worth and know when to leave when a job because too toxic.

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[owlsandwich]

The Mechanics of Magic

Read along with me :D - Chapter 6

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This one took a little longer to do than the last one, as some of these edits were clarifying plot points that previously read as a bit confusing. Hopefully it is much improved!

Also, Roy's back ;)

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The Mechanics of Magic is a multiple-pov fantasy novel set in an original world where magic exists openly alongside early internet-level technology.

The book follows the surviving prince of a deposed magical royal family, who has been living in secret for two decades, trying to rescue his son whilst uncovering the truth about his family's murder.

Chapter 6 is below the cut!

The cruel screech of a car horn ripped Roy into consciousness. He groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. From the glimpse of light he’d seen breaking in through the curtains, it could be anywhere between eight in the morning and early afternoon. Any time before double digits is too early.

A memory of standing on a table downing a cocktail pitcher floated unbidden to the top of his mind, and Roy cringed. With any luck, none of his colleagues would remember last night’s events in great detail either. 

It was stuffy under the pillow, which was doing nothing to improve his dry mouth. Sleep didn’t seem like it would return any time soon and so, struck by a sudden urge to use the bathroom, Roy dragged himself out of bed.

He stumbled over to the window, slamming it shut to block out the sound of the street below. A faint glow caught his eye as he turned back to his room, emanating from underneath the crumpled T-shirt he’d thrown at his dresser the night before.

That damned wand. 

Whatever it was, being shot at hadn’t sat well with him, and Roy had no desire to start dealing with unknown magic on top of his hangover. Instead, he headed towards the door. The wand had been lying there for a day and a half; it could wait a little longer.

His bedroom door was blocked by a chair wedged under the handle. Roy tugged at it, foggy brain struggling to process how to unhook it. Time and alcohol had done much to settle his frazzled nerves after his trip to Felix Marek’s, but apparently not enough to stop him from barricading himself in.

After some swearing, it finally came loose, and Roy wrenched the door open. Immediately, flashing magelights lit up the bedroom sending stabs of pain through his head. He flung an arm over his eyes until, after a few seconds, the spell burnt out.

He wasn’t sure which was worse: being half-blinded by his own shoddy trap spell, or realising that Drunk Roy was a better caster than he was.

By the time he collapsed onto his worn sofa with a mug of black coffee, his head had mercifully started to clear. It was earlier than he’d expected, only around half twelve, and he switched on the television, intending to take the day easy.

Weekend television always left something to be desired. He flicked aimlessly through the channels, ignoring murder mysteries and overpaid TV chefs. At this rate, it would be more interesting to watch his betta, Mr Shiny-Sides, swimming round the planted fish tank that was the only décor in the room. Eventually, he landed on the news. A reporter seemed to be wrapping up their major story, and Roy half listened as he sipped his drink. 

“...reopened after yesterday’s accident in the capital, in which a bus collided with oncoming traffic. A spokesman for the palace has confirmed that arrangements for the annual celebration are going ahead as planned.”

Ugh, the celebration. That time of year again. Roy’s thoughts drifted back to the wand and he gripped his coffee mug tight.

He’d gone to Marek’s for answers, hadn’t he? Answers that were now potentially sitting on a dresser in his bedroom…

It wasn’t like he had anything better to do.

An hour later, showered, dressed, and having fed Mr Shiny-Sides, Roy found himself at the entrance of his local magic shop. 

The place was almost unnoticeable, slouched between a hairdressers and mini supermarket. Its dingy glass door was covered in hand-written cards: advertisements from registered mages for recharging and passive spell repairs, for those with little magical skill or ability themselves. Roy pushed the door open and heard a pleasant chime echo throughout the shop, announcing his arrival.

A dusty smell permeated the place. Many of the items were clearly second hand, nothing particularly impressive. A curtain hung behind the unattended counter, hiding a door to a back room.

Despite living nearby, Roy had never needed to come into the shop before, having enough magical ability himself to solve most of his needs. Even so, the sensation of magic emanating from the trinkets that lined the shelves was rather pleasant, and he amused himself by analysing the passive spells contained within them while he waited.

He supposed he could have got registered. Plenty of weaker mages still managed to earn some money on the side, especially nowadays with so many Velbians in the city boosting the non-magic population. It would supplement his delivery job, but Roy was damned if he was ever going to be on one of Morgan’s lists. And, despite his dabbles in breaking and entering, Roy wasn’t interested in breaking the law to work unregistered.

A less-than-polite cough from the counter interrupted him as he spun the blades on a desk fan. A middle-aged woman with frizzy brown hair stood there now, peering suspiciously at Roy through her small, square glasses. He snatched his hand away, prompting a barking laugh from the shopkeeper.

“Touch if you want,” she said dismissively. “I doubt you could break anything.”

Not sure if this was a comment on the quality of the wares or a dig at his own magic ability, Roy moved across to the woman as she thumbed through a stack of papers.

“Can I help you?” she spoke without looking up. “If you need a mage, there are numbers on the door. Unless it’s for something more... specific?”

Roy blinked in confusion. “Er... I hope so. That you can help, I mean. I don’t need a mage.”

The woman took her glasses off, closing them with an audible snap, and looked up at him. There was an awkward pause before he realised that she was waiting for him to continue.

“Right, yes. I have something and I don’t know what it is,” Roy said.

“You have something... and you don’t know what it is.” She repeated his words slowly, and Roy shifted his feet. 

“Yeah… Look. I’ll show it to you.” He dug around in his pocket and pulled out the bundled-up T-shirt that contained the wand. Trying to avoid touching the wood, he unfurled it, using the material as a makeshift handle.

Somehow, the wand had regained the magic it had discharged through him at Felix Marek’s house. He'd learned that one the hard way. Carved symbols glowed as he revealed them, a visual display of the unsettling magic it gave off. “I need to know what it’s for.”

“Don’t point it at me!” the woman exclaimed, and Roy thought he caught a glimpse of fear in her eyes. 

“It doesn’t do anything if you don’t touch it,” he explained, lowering the wand. “It’s got some sort of magic in it, but I can’t work out what it’s supposed to do or how it’s been charged.” He tried to keep the details vague. After seeing the shopkeeper’s reaction, he wasn’t sure if he had done the right thing by bringing it here.

“It’s rude to point.” The fear had gone from the woman’s face, and she held out an expectant hand. Instinctively, Roy snatched the wand back, holding it against his chest, and received an exasperated sigh in response. “Do you want me to help you or not?”

Turning the T-shirt handle towards her, he reluctantly passed the wand into the shopkeeper’s waiting hand. With the other, she replaced her glasses and began to inspect it, face so close to the inscribed marks that Roy feared her nose would touch the wood. Then, with a shake of her head, she held it back out to him. “Sorry, can’t help you.”

Shit. So this was a total waste of my—

“But I can point you to some people who might,” the woman continued, interrupting his thoughts.

Roy snapped his head back up. “That would be great,” he said, re-wrapping the wand and slipping it into the deepest pocket of his jacket.

“Don’t get too excited.” The shopkeeper’s eyes narrowed, and she again held out her hand expectantly. “It’ll cost you.” 

Roy wasn’t exactly flush at the moment. He had some cash on him but wasn’t sure he wanted to piss it away on nothing. Still, this was the only lead he had.

“Take it or leave it.” It seemed the woman had about as much patience as he had money.

“Look.” Roy reached into another of his many pockets and fished out a crumpled note. “I’ve got a twenty on me, but that’s a—”

“Twenty will be fine, thank you.” 

He barely felt the note leave his fingers as it was whisked away. “Hang on a second! What exactly am I getting for this?”

“Names,” the woman replied. “Addresses and numbers. These people don’t like me giving their details out to just anyone.”

She tucked the money into her pocket before ducking down to fish out a piece of paper from somewhere under the counter. As she began to scribble something down, Roy resigned himself to hoping for the best.

*

It was early, even for him, when Roy rolled into his local and slumped down in front of the bar. The few regulars dotted about the place didn’t look up, but the bartender inclined his head in greeting and strolled over.

“Long day?” Will had been working here since before Roy had been old enough to drink. He was a stocky, round-faced man who didn’t need a fake smile to put his patrons at ease.

Roy gave a groan in response. His legs ached from traipsing all over the city, and likely for nothing. Choosing to ignore the counter’s stickiness, he rested his arms on it, and his head on top of them in turn.

The first two numbers on the list had gone to voicemail, but the address noted down for one had been a half-hour trip across town. He had arrived at an expensive-looking jewellers, where a snooty staff member had coldly informed him that the person he was asking for was on annual leave. 

“The usual then?” Will prompted when Roy didn’t reply.

“Thanks.” Lifting his head, Roy watched as Will filled a pint glass from the beer tap.

The second address had found him drinking tea on the floral-patterned sofa of an elderly lady who had smiled and nodded as he explained about the wand. He wasn’t positive she had quite understood what he needed, and so took her promise to call him if she found any information with a healthy dose of scepticism, but at least she’d had good taste in biscuits. 

Will placed the pint in front of him, and Roy nodded his thanks before taking a gulp. 

After finally making it away from the elderly woman, he’d decided to give the last person on the list a try. This one had seemed the most promising; the man who’d answered his call had asked him to come immediately to his office, giving his address and hanging up before Roy could protest. 

After a bus trip back across the city, during which he began to question how sensible it was to meet these strangers alone, he had entered what appeared to be a tiny museum. The man from the phone call turned out to be a short, bespectacled gentleman wearing an old tweed suit that looked as though it had been stitched long before Morgan’s takeover.

He had ushered Roy up the narrow staircase at the back of the building, into a small office lined with bookshelves and smelling of dust and stale coffee. The man had inspected the wand closely, making many sketches of the shapes inscribed upon it, before proudly declaring that the one at the end was obviously the mark of the Royal Family. 

It was at this point that Roy had given up. He left his address with the man — who apparently disapproved of such modern contraptions as phones — and headed home. Or rather, to the pub, at which he spent an equal amount of time.

“Was surprised not to see you last night,” Will remarked when Roy had made it halfway down the glass. 

“Nah, it was Friday. I was out with the guys from work.”

Will nodded. “Yeah, of course. Completely forgot. Was worried you’d gotten yourself caught up in all that trouble down the road.” He gestured vaguely towards the door.

“Trouble?” Roy asked, but their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of a professional-looking man in a suit who sat down on the rickety bar stool beside him. 

Will made an apologetic face as he went to serve the new patron. “What can I get you?”

Something unintelligible was requested in a posh accent, and Roy assessed the man out of the corner of his eye. At first glance he didn’t appear to be much older than Roy, but with closer attention he could detect the magic the man exuded. He was a mage. Strong, too, making his actual age hard to place. 

Roy didn’t recognise him, but then again this wasn’t one of those local pubs. His soft features were handsome enough to hold Roy’s attention, even marred by signs of stress and lack of sleep, and the well-fitting suit and waistcoat he was wearing made him appear expensive. Perhaps he’d just been fired. 

The drink Will placed down ended up being a suspiciously ordinary glass of red wine. As the man picked it up, he turned and met Roy’s stare with sharp, golden-brown eyes. 

Averting his gaze, Roy waved the bartender back over, trying to pretend he hadn’t noticed the suited man at all. 

“What did you mean, trouble yesterday?” Roy asked. He hadn’t noticed anything off when coming home, though the majority of last night was still eluding him. Another mouthful of beer helped chase away the unwelcome return of the table-dancing memory.

Will gave him a questioning look. “Didn’t you see that the roads were all closed near the market? Only reopened this morning.”

There was something like that on the news, Roy remembered. “You mean the traffic accident?” He hadn’t realised it had happened so close to home.

 “Yeah. Traffic accident,” Will scoffed. “Is that what the news is saying? I had a load of them in here last night — people who saw it, I mean, and they all said it was a magic attack.” He leaned across the counter. “I guess they don’t want people worrying, what with the big party coming up and all.”

Roy breathed out a whistle. “You think it’s a rogue mage?” Anyone stupid enough to draw that much attention to themselves better make sure they weren’t registered. He could imagine the police would be paying a visit to all the high-powered magic users on their books. 

Will shrugged. “Doubt we’ll ever know. I don’t envy whoever it is if Morgan is coming after them.”

Roy pursed his lips into a thin line and nodded, then jumped as the man beside him spoke.

“I heard they used a weapon.”

Eyes still fixed ahead, Roy saw Will nod in response to the comment. “That’s what some of the guys were saying yesterday, too. Never heard of a magic weapon, though. What would a mage need one of those for?”

A shattering of glass at a table across the room caused the bartender to wince. “Back in a sec, gents. Sounds like Steve’s destroying the place again.” He walked off, leaving Roy and the stranger alone.

Uncomfortable silence fell. Roy could have sworn he’d felt a tingle of magic just before the glass smashed, but there had been no reaction from the man. In fact, he made no movement at all, other than to drum his fingers lightly against the side of his wine glass. 

Roy had just decided to finish off his pint when the man spoke again. “Apparently, the attackers were seen with what looked to be a wooden rod that shot out magic.”

The glass slipped from Roy’s grip, hitting the table with a clunk. “A wooden rod?” His voice came out as an embarrassing squeak, but the man didn’t seem to notice.

“Indeed. Carved with markings.” The man’s eyes met Roy’s. “I wouldn’t want to be the one in possession of such an object now... A lot of people are going to be looking for them.”

Roy coughed, still recovering from trying to breathe beer, and looked away. “I can imagine.” 

He needed to get out of here fast. It couldn’t possibly be the same one — the wand hadn’t left his room since the night he’d taken it from Marek’s — but how long would it take for someone to figure out he’d been asking around all day about a magical stick with strange glowing markings? That damn woman probably set him up. Her stupid list of stupid numbers. Felix Marek’s lot were already after him; now it would be police, gangs, likely Morgan himself. If he’d realised the bloody wand could’ve been a weapon—

“Are you alright?” The man’s question interrupted Roy’s thoughts.

“Fine. Yes. Sorry, I think I’m just hungover from last night.”

Across the bar, Will was chatting with the group who had broken the glass. He could just leave the money, or duck out without paying the tab. Will would know he was good for it. That was, of course, if he lived through the night...

“I’d be happy to get that drink for you, if you need to go home.”

The offer should have sounded friendly, but the man’s piercing analysis of his thoughts left Roy with a creeping suspicion it had been calculated rather than kind.

“It’s fine mate, thanks.” Hopping down from the stool, Roy pushed a note across the counter. “See he picks that up when he comes over, will you?” The suited man’s eyes seemed to bore into his back as he hurried out.

*

Roy’s front door was within sight when he felt the magic take hold. It gripped his limbs, restraining his movement, and he mentally thrashed in panic, kicking himself for having not run some kind of shield. The spell was too strong to overpower, and the active focus of the caster meant it would take time or distraction to unravel.

A voice rung out from behind him. “Wait, please! I just want to talk.”

Well, that’s nice. Perhaps he wasn’t at the point of imminent death. Footsteps approached from behind, and Roy wished he could turn his head. After a moment, his attacker came into view, and he found himself face to face with the smartly dressed man from the pub. 

“You!” he spluttered, realising that he was still able to speak. 

“Yes. Apologies for this; I had to ensure I had the correct person.” Though apparently sorry, the stranger made no move to release him. 

Roy wasn’t sure how to reply, so decided not to. Instead, he focussed on breaking the spell binding him. It was an active spell — too complex for him to read, but presumably some kind of modified healing construction since it was affecting his body. Still, every spell had a weak point. All it needed was a nudge in the right place.

The man frowned, presumably in response to Roy’s silence. “I know you have the magical weapon we discussed earlier. I would like to make an arrangement.” 

His smooth accent was infuriating. Far too fancy to be one of Marek’s lot. Besides, they’d have just killed him rather than chatting to him in the street.

“I don’t have it on me,” Roy replied, hoping that the man wouldn’t check.

“Of course. I hardly expected you would be stupid enough to bring it with you to a pub.” 

Ouch. Maybe he’d prefer it if the guy was trying to kill him.

“Who do you work for then?” Roy didn’t expect a response, but at least it would change the subject. “Morgan?” 

The corners of the man’s mouth twitched upward, but his faint smile wasn’t sinister.

“I’m afraid Morgan and I don’t see eye to eye,” he replied. “Luckily for you. Nor am I from a criminal organisation, though I was being honest when I said both are likely looking for you.” 

Roy felt the suited man’s focus waver. Immediately, he sent a jolt of his own magic against the point in the spell where the intent began. With a mental click, it unravelled, leaving his captor blinking in surprise. 

Movement returned to his limbs and Roy backed away, wanting to bolt but having no desire to turn his back on a clearly powerful mage. If it came to it, he’d rather go down with a fight. 

“I’m impressed.” The man remained calm. “Though are you quite sure you want to risk someone more dangerous finding you?”

“I’ll take my chances,” Roy replied, though he’d also stopped moving. “Look, I didn’t have any part in that attack. I’m not the guy you want.”

“I’d guessed,” the man replied. “But the weapon you have is clearly of the same kind. All we want is to discover what it is and who made it. From the visits you’ve made today, I believe that you want the same.” 

She did set me up, then.

“I’d actually rather live, to be honest,” he sneered. Maybe he could just give the wand away now and be done.

As if hearing his thoughts, the man replied, “Giving it to me is likely too little too late. Anyone who finds out you were asking will come to interrogate you, whether you have the weapon or not.”

“So what? You’ll offer to keep me safe in exchange for the wand and everything I know? How can I trust that you won’t just off me later when you’ve got what you want?”

“Better than being ‘offed’ now, surely?”

There was that amused expression again. Though the spell no longer bound him, Roy felt well and truly caught. 

The suited man held out a hand. “Do we have an agreement? Safety in exchange for information?”

After a brief hesitation, Roy took it. “Fine.”

“Excellent!” This time the man smiled warmly, as though he hadn’t just attacked an innocent in the street. “And what should I call you?”

Roy let go of the man’s hand. “A fucking idiot, maybe?” he mumbled. “It’s Roy.”

“Pleased to meet you, Roy,” the suited man replied. “My name is Oliver.”

[batuuprincess]

The Governor

Chapter 25 - All Hands

Never before had an afterglow burned off quicker.

As if by command, they both sprang from the bed instantly, gathering clothes from where they’d been flung in every corner of the suite. Judging by the radius of the discarded items, which literally encompassed the entire bedroom and some of the suite’s living room, they had been a little enthusiastic when removing them.

Rey found her silk blouse practically wedged under the dresser, but was coming up empty on her underwear as she grabbed Poe’s shirt where it had landed on a decorative chair and handed it silently over.

“Have you seen my…” she’d started to ask when Poe held out the lacy black thong she’d worn last night. “Right, thanks.”

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Or check out Mr. President ahead of the epilogue.

[hypnomicimagines]

Alone Time [Werewolf!Yamada Ichiro]

(You guys can also have this as a treat... a nice 2am treat. afab reader but no pronouns used)

Ichiro’s tail swished nervously behind him as he fumbled around with the dishes, his mind on anything but doing the rest of his household chores. Part of it was caused by both Jiro and Saburo being away, he had made Saburo promise to call him once his class reached their destination, but the other part of it was because he had been bold enough to ask you to stay over. He had even made it known his brothers wouldn’t be present which you had giggled about but said nothing more on the topic, agreeing that it would be nice to have a night in together.

“Hi!” You’re happy to be greeted by the excited werewolf who quickly lifted you up into his arms, squeezing tightly as it had been quite some time since you’d seen each other. His hand lingered on your lower back for longer than normal, as though he didn’t want to pull away at all if he could help it, but the sensible side of him won out as he pointed to the kitchen.

“I’m cooking but you can relax if you want.” You noted that the living room was cleaner than it normally was, no soccer balls around though there was a vacuum positioned in the corner filled to the brim with wolf fur. Did their tails shed that much? Poor Ichiro, it must be an endless cycle having three wolves living under one roof.

“I’ll sit with you in the kitchen if you don’t mind. I like watching you be all domestic, it’s cute. Should we get a hairnet for your tail?”

“I’ve never had any issues with-” Ichiro noted the way you were smiling at him, “Oh, you’re just messing with me, huh? I’ll remember that.”

Dinner was served shortly after and you weren’t lying about liking domestic Ichiro, thinking it was quite sweet to see him making you a plate and putting it down in front of you before sitting across the table. He even took the dishes to clean them before you could offer to help, saying he had invited you over to take a break and that he didn’t expect you to lift a finger. Your insistence was a little stronger than his stubborn need to do it all so you ended up drying and putting the dishes away as he scrubbed, pleased when everything was said and done so you could both relax together.  

You managed to make it through exactly one movie before you began to feel sleepy.

You stretched, yawned, and his response came quickly.

“Should we go lie down?” You knew his request didn’t have ulterior motives, at least not in the moment, because as soon as he realized what he said his mouth hung open like he didn’t believe he’d just said that. You gave him a knowing smirk but didn’t tease him out loud, knowing he was probably beating himself up over it now.

“Sure. Lead the way, casanova.”

Ichiro hopped up off the couch and nearly forgot his manners with how quickly he was trying to leave the situation, turning before you get up to offer his hand. You thank him and take his hand, noting it’s a little sweatier than it was when you were holding it before. His anxiety is palpable and your own nerves are starting to build, knowing there’s nothing technically stopping you from having your way with each other. You had thought about it, God knows you had thought about it, and though you can’t speak on Ichiro’s own naughty daydreams you were sure there was something running through his mind with how stiff he had been acting tonight.

“Let me borrow one of your shirts, won’t you?” His eyes widened at that and you heard a shocked noise that you weren’t quite sure came from Ichiro. He stared at you a moment longer with his flustered expression before he fully processed your request, heading over to the dresser and fumbling through until he found a long, comfortable shirt suitable for bedtime. You made sure to brush your hand over his as you took it from him, shooting him a coy smile and thanking him. You admit that you’re starting to feel eager yourself as you remove your clothing, slipping into the t-shirt—And only the t-shirt.

Ichiro’s distracted as you walk out of the bathroom, mid-changing as he hadn’t expected you to be so quick. You’re disappointed that he’s wearing pants but you’d never seen him shirtless before, eyes scanning his back and soaking in all the scars that were left there. There were big and small, healed to the best of their ability; werewolves had a supernatural healing element to them so the wounds that caused scars to grow were ones either gained in adolescence, when the healing factor was much slower, or the wounds were near fatal in nature thus taking longer to heal. Your footsteps are quiet but Ichiro’s ears twitch in your direction, whipping around to face you. His eyes are on your face for only a moment before dropping to your bare legs, noting that his shirt was a little long on you but still left plenty for him to admire.

“I didn’t mean to leave you shirtless! How will you keep warm now?” You grabbed the shirt out of his hand, tossing it in the direction of the dresser as he certainly wouldn’t need it tonight.

“But wolves don’t get cold- Oh…” Ichiro was so intelligent normally but it seemed his mind was elsewhere, all your come-ons causing him confusion until you gave him a look that said ‘think about that a bit more’. He leaned in to kiss your cheek, slowly leaving a trail of kisses anywhere he could reach, helped by you tilting your head to the side to give him more access to you.

You tried to muffle your groan as Ichiro’s sharp teeth grazed against your neck, him purposely repeating the action to see if it was just a fluke. When you give him the same type of response you feel him press closer to you, his tail beginning to sway again to show how he happy he was (though it was obvious he was trying to control it as well). You gently touched his chest after you pulled away from him, fingers grazing the scarred Chuuoku brand on his skin, something that made him look away. You’re worried that you’ve agitated him at first but he grabbed your wrist as you went to pull away, pressing your hand to his chest and looking into your eyes.

He was giving you permission.

Your finger traced over the brand on his chest again, feeling guilty that you were looking at it when there was the rest of his beautiful body to admire. It was hard not to think about the burning pain that had been inflicted on him, that each and every scar must hold a sad story behind how he’d received them. You knew he had been a bit of a punk when he was younger but that seemed to be the type of lives werewolves lived, especially the ones with no parents to guide or protect them. He hadn’t talked about his father much but there was a bitterness there, a betrayal that had wedged itself deeply into Ichiro’s heart and had been the reason behind him breaking up their pack to begin with.

It wasn’t time to worry about that now.

If anything, you wanted Ichiro to forget his worries, at least for now.

You crawled into the bed first, flashing him the fact that you weren’t wearing underwear as though he needed another reason to snuggle in beside you as soon as possible. You teasingly turn to face the wall but are pleased when Ichiro pulled you flush against him, his dick hot and hard on your ass. He’s trying not to rut his hips but it’s hard, just like him, and he’s restraining himself in fear of his strength accidentally hurting you. The plan had been to allow you to set the pace, to take control so that it’d be less likely an accident like that would happen, but it seemed useless now.

His attraction, his burning desire, it was too much for him to handle.

“I guess being tempting is just in your nature,” He whispered against your neck, hands running up your leg until they caught the end of his shirt; he lifted it up, slowly, slowly, until it was at your waist, leaving it there and going down to squeeze your hip. He’s started to move his hips in a steady rhythm that was turning him on more, thinking about how soft you felt against him. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Oh, is that right? You’ve met a fairy, right?”

“They have nothing on you.”

“Ooh, I’d be careful with that.” You turned your head to look at him, eyes taking a second to make out his face in the darkened room. “The fae don’t take kindly to being outdone. You might have put us both in danger.”

“I’d do anything to keep you safe.” Not normal bedroom talk but you’d be lying if that didn’t make your chest tingle, or perhaps that was just because his hands were now sliding up your stomach, cupping your chest but making no other moves just yet.

“Oh, my hero…!” Your teasing gets you everywhere, his hand rearranging itself so his fingers could gently pinch your nipple. You moaned quietly to show him that you appreciated what he was doing, arching back against him to temporarily stop his hips from moving. He’s breathing a little heavier now, which is why his next request isn’t a surprise.

“Turn around.”

His lips crashed against yours the second you did so, his hand on the back of your head as his tongue forced its way past your lips. He’s still a little clumsy when it comes to navigating such a passionate kiss but you can tell he’s putting his all into it, allowing you to explore his mouth as well; you couldn’t stop yourself from running your tongue over his canines, squeaking as it feels like you sliced your tongue though there’s no coppery taste to accompany the slight pain. He pulled away quick, a panicked look on his face as he opened his mouth to apologize.

“Shh…” You pressed a finger to his lips, “You don’t have to say sorry, baby. There’s something I want to do…but be careful of those fangs, alright?”

The only sound in the room is the shuffling of blankets as you pushed him onto his back, moving the blankets out of your way and stripping yourself of his shirt. He gets only a glance of your chest but you can tell he’s licking his lips at the thought of sucking on them, thinking he could have his way with them later when you were done with your request. You carefully positioned yourself over his, lowering cautiously as you didn’t want to totally smother him (at least not yet). Ichiro’s impatience is finally shining through and he throws caution out, strong arms wrapping around your thighs and pulling you down on his face.

Werewolves had been stereotyped as being voracious eaters and Ichiro wasn’t proving them wrong, the way his tongue was working you over being more than enough proof that he was one. You’re trying to keep yourself quiet despite knowing you don’t have to but that’s not good enough for Ichiro, no, he has to hear your voice full volume or he doesn’t believe he’s doing a good enough job. He teased your clit with his tongue, sucking, licking, going back and forth between the two as you grinded down on his face. He felt a certain thrill at how rough you were being now that you were close to the edge, being far less careful than you had before as you rode his face, desperate to come yet not really wanting the moment to end.

He would be sure to request this later, seeing how irresistible you acted when he ate you out.

You nearly pulled away from him before you came but he felt the muscles in your legs beginning to move, holding you down before you could take this delicacy away from him. You cried out his name as you came on his face, whimpering at the delicate licks he continued to give your clit as you came down from your orgasm. He could probably spend the entire night down there if you allowed him but there was another part of him you were hungry for, something that couldn’t be put off any longer.

You spend a second teasing his cock, licking up and down the vein on the underside of it as it seemed to drive him craziest. There was another stereotype about werewolves that was proven correct but you couldn’t think about it for too long, straddling his waist this time and sitting down on his length (but not allowing it to enter you). You’re slick as you moved back and forth, the head of his dick hitting your clit every time you moved forward, and you took pleasure in seeing the internal debate on Ichiro’s face. What would he do? Would he sit there and take it like a good boy, or would he let out that inner carnivore and show you who’s boss?

You’re pleased it’s the latter, legs spreading as the positions are reversed and you’re now underneath him. He lets out a growl that makes you bite your lip, his eyes on your chest once more before drifting up to your face. He leaned down to kiss you as he lined himself up with your entrance, pressing himself inside of you and waiting an extra second before going deeper. He’s thick and burning hot but it feels too damn good for you to complain about it, your body growing used to the feeling of his thick cock inside you. You’re distracted by his mouth on your chest again, tongue expertly playing with your nipple; his one hand cupped the breast he was playing with while the other held onto your hip, helping him bring your hips to meet his as he thrusted.

The pace he set was rougher than you thought he was capable of yet it still felt good, you could feel his desperation for your touch leaking through. Your hand ran through his hair, tugging as you ordered him to slow it down as you would come to quick if he kept the pace up; he didn’t listen at first which meant finding another weak spot, your hand reaching down in the dark to squeeze his ass, rising up to touch the base of his tail. He let out a whimper at this but finally obeyed, showing he still had a little good boy left in him. You wanted to memorize the way it felt to have him inside you, to have him planting kisses all over your neck and chest, to hear his begging as he didn’t know how much longer he’d last going at this pace.

“Try not to break me in half,” You grinned at him but he didn’t process it, knowing he was given permission to pick the pace up once again.

You’re pressed into the bed as Ichiro fucked you hard and fast, desperate to snap that thread, to finally come after all the hard work he had done to make this a nice night. He deserved this, you think, he deserved to feel good and you were happy that you were the one to do it. If it wasn’t you he wouldn’t be satisfied, Ichiro knew that without the love he felt for you this would just be empty pleasure but his heart felt so full as his lips pressed against yours and he came with one last thrust.

“I love you…” He gasped out, face buried in your neck as he dropped some of his weight on top of you, just enough to create a pleasantly snug sensation. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“I love you too, Ichi, don’t get so worked up.” You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching his ears in appreciation and trying not to laugh at the feeling of his tail wagging. “I love you so much it’s unbearable.”

“You think you have it bad, I’ve been thinking about sending my brothers out on a fake job just so we could be alone…” Ichiro sighed as he rolled off of you, knowing that the clean-up would be next but not quite finding the energy to move yet. “That would be bad, right?”

“…I mean, if they’re gonna follow in your footsteps you could at least call it training. Then it won’t feel like you’re lying.”

“…You’re right, that’s a way better idea.”

“That’s what I’m here for!”

“…Thank you for coming over tonight,” Ichiro’s voice is back to being a whisper, “We should get cleaned up.”

“Carry me to the bathroom, won’t you? I can’t guarantee my legs work right now.”

Ichiro laughed.

“Anything for you.”

[queenofrunonsentences]

Chapter 6 Eddies little groupie

In which Eddie is a very affectionate and possessive boyfriend and you cannot convince me otherwise also there’s some underage drinking plz don’t do that. Also ft Robin and Vickie and Laila and Steve so I guess that kinda makes it a double date?

TW- drug use, alcohol consumption, a drunk guy getting handsy.

Charlie begged her dad for Tuesday off with Eddie, claiming to have never taken a holiday off and working while sick unless she had a fever or was puking.  “What if I could offer a sub, or even a few” Eddie mused, fiddling with his rings. Thinking of a few hellfire club members who owed him a favor or two. 

Charlie raised a brow, shocked he was willing to cash in his favors for her. “Henderson , Wheeler, Sinclair and Byers. They can organize stuff and carry boxes so all you would have to do is run the register. They’re good listeners, take orders well.” Eddie elaborated trying to convince him. Mr Jenkins had waved him off, saying there was no need, and that  he was happy to just close up shop early Tuesday so Charlie could go see him play. He could use a day off, but he might take him up on those subs if it became a regular thing.

She had a conference call with Laila and Robin that night, begging  for them to join her at the hideout for the show Tuesday night. She was feeling nervous about their first public outing as a couple outside of school and could use the reinforcements. They had both agreed with only a little pleading from their redheaded friend. Robin volunteered Vickie as their designated driver, claiming that she owed her and refused to elaborate on it. 

The girls started to plan their outfits, robin looking forward to the excuse to break in her new converses. Laila had complained she had nothing to wear. Seeing as she was just downstairs in the video store to close that night, Charlie insisted she come up to her room and raid her closet to find the perfect outfit.  

the next day -

When school ended on Tuesday, in what was becoming their routine , Eddie met her outside her class and led her to his van. She carried a small duffel with her change of clothes for the show. She wore a Metallica shirt she had stolen from him, a pair of high waisted denim shorts and his red flannel wrapped around her waist and her usual docs on her feet. Her hair was up in a banana clip, little curls had fallen loose through the day. he just couldn’t get enough of her, it gave him a rush to see her in his shirt, with his love bites visible poking out under the edge of her clothes, and clearly on display on her slender throat. 

His fingers were tracing shapes along her thigh as soon as he got her into the van. She giggled and playfully pushed his hands away as they pulled out into the main road.” Focus on the road, I want us to make it to graduation in one piece.” She whined, as he took his usual route back to the trailer park. 

When they arrived, Eddie cut the engine and slid out to open her door, grabbing her ass firmly as soon as she climbed out.  She swatted at his hands, laughing and spinning to offer him a kiss before they went inside. Swinging open the door and guiding her in, Eddie placed a soft kiss to the back of her neck.  He twisted a loose curl around his finger, before guiding her back towards his bedroom. she chuckled and rolled her eyes “Again,  already? “ she teased, making him laugh and nod. “Always, but I actually wanted to introduce you to someone.”  

She coughed and glanced up at him. “Eds I’m really not down for a three way.” She looked worriedly up at him. He snorted and shook his head.” No sweetheart, I just wanted to introduce you to the only other lady in my life, my guitar.” He motioned to the beautiful Warlock electric guitar hung above his dresser. Her eyes slid over the photo of her wedged in the corner of the mirror behind it,  before landing on the beautiful instrument. She had noticed it when she was there last, but hadn’t gotten a chance to fully admire it. 

She stared at it for a moment, transfixed. Before she turned to him , fingers reached to trace his jaw. “Play me something?” He smiled and pulled her in for a kiss. “You are going to see the band play in  just a few hours…”he started, already moving to pull her down off the wall. Charlie nodded slowly. “but I want a private show” She requested, sticking out her lower lip to pout at him and he couldn’t deny her anything.

He got her set up and connected to the amp, His fingers hovered over the strings, glancing up at her.  He slowly started a riff from seek and destroy to watch her reaction, before slowly picking up speed and intensity. She moved to sit on the floor at his feet watching his fingers dance over the strings attentively.  Her hands wrapped around his calf and her chin rested on his knee, as close to him as she could get without getting in the way of the music. 

He had to stop as he got distracted feeling her breath on his thigh through his jeans “You are too much” he groaned, making her laugh softly.  She played dumb “ What, you don’t like the groupie stare? You better get used to it , being a Rockstar it kinda comes with the territory.” He chuckled, swallowing thickly.  

He stood quickly , careful to not knock her over, as he moved to set his guitar back above his dresser where she was safe. Charlie hoisted herself back onto his bed, crooking a finger at him and that was all it took. He ran across the room, jumping onto the bed laughing and burying his face in her shoulder, kissing the skin he could reach, tugging at the collar of his shirt she was wearing so well. She shrieked and held him close, her nails dragging down his back pulling him even closer.  

The banging of a car door slamming followed shortly by the trailer door swinging open and shut jolted them out of their haze. Eddie groaned against her skin “my uncle “ and she bolted upright, tugging her shirt back into place.” Oh shit, what do we do?” She gasped and he laughed, shrugging. “Introduce you to my family. That’s what boyfriends do right?” He stood up and pulled her to her feet at his side. “ I’m back here practicing for the gig, be right out!” He  called, pressing a kiss to the side of her head and wrapping an arm around her shoulders before leading her out into the living room

“Hey Wayne, I want you to meet somebody. This is my girl Charlotte.” Charlie smiled shyly from under Eddie’s arm. “Charlie is fine, Hi, it's nice to meet you.” she waved a hand awkwardly. “ You must be the young lady he was waiting up to get a call from the other night, never seen him like that before” he teased and chuckled, confirming her earlier suspicions and offering a hand out to her kindly. “Nice to meet you, I’m Wayne Munson. It’s nice to know somebody is capable of having a good impact on him. Heard you got him a real job.” She shook his hand and nodded “well my dad did, but I helped.” 

He shrugged and smiled, eyes crinkling “ either way, I’m grateful, not everybody has been so willing to give him another shot after everything that happened. God knows he deserves it.” She could tell the isolation and hate that his nephew was experiencing truly hurt him too.” I’m not here long just stopping in to get my work boots. I’m off to my shift. So nice to meet you, Charlie. Have a good show, be safe.” And after collecting his things he was out the door, leaving them alone again.

They had just enough time to grab a shower, roll a few joints and smoke one before it was time to go set up for the show. Charlie paired one of her favorite leopard print skirts and some fishnets and usual docs with one of Eddie’s many spare hellfire shirts at his insistence, so everyone would know she was his. They loaded up his gear into the van, well he did , and she sat there looking pretty, which were Eddie’s exact instructions when she asked if she could help with anything. 

 As they pulled out into the road, she sparked a joint , leaning over to exhale her smoke into his face as they stopped at a light. “ you  are my fucking dream girl” he groaned as she placed the joint between his lips with a cocky smile. “Yeah, I am pretty great, huh?”She agreed.  He pulled on the joint and blew smoke out of his nose. “Are you excited to watch us play tonight?” He inquired, passing her back the joint and squeezing her thigh, making a little squeak escape her lips. She nodded and hummed in reply “very very excited. I can’t wait to watch my big bad rockstar kick ass on stage.” He smiled and gave her thigh another firm squeeze.

She laced her fingers with his on her thigh as she took a few lazy pulls on the joint before placing it between his lips. He took one last drag before passing it back and telling her she could finish it off. He preferred to have a little bit of clarity on stage and didn’t want to miss a bit of her in the pit watching him play, or mess up master of puppets and embarrass himself in front of his 5 regulars drunks. 

When they arrived at the bar, the parking lot was by no means full but they could already hear the rowdy crowd yelling inside. They met up with the rest of the band in the back alley, and shot the shit for a brief moment before starting the process of unloading.

Charlie lit a cigarette and sat on the wooden crates piled up next to the dumpster to smoke it. She wore a disgruntled expression because Eddie had once again refused to let her help. “ you know I lift heavy crates at work all the time, right?” She inquired , handing him the half smoked cigarette when he paused to take a breather after carrying his amp inside. “ I know you could help, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you.” He said with a smirk, shaking his sweaty hair in her direction and stealing and finishing off her cigarette.

 About half an hour later Charlie sat on the edge of the stage, a beer between her knees as Eddie, Gareth and Jeff started to get their equipment set up. She knew her friends wouldn’t be there for a few more minutes and was content to just enjoy watching him in his element. He was joking with his friends, laughing loudly as Gareth almost knocked over his own drum kit. 

Eddie finished tuning and doing sound check before he settled on the stage behind her, nuzzling her neck. “ y’doin okay gorgeous?” He asked against her skin and she nodded happily. She giggled as his hair tickled her, offering him a sip of her beer. He accepted gratefully, taking a swing before handing it back. 

 “I think your friends just got here, just in time too because we’re about to start up.” He spun her around in his arms to press a firm kiss to her lips, she smiled into him and reached up to grab a handful of his hair as she kissed him back.

“Do great, have fun. I’ll be right there“ she pointed to the pit in front of the stage with a reassuring smile. He pecked her lips once more before releasing her from his embrace. She offered him her favorite black bandana from her jacket pocket. He tied it around his head to hold his hair back and collect his sweat so it didn’t drip in his eyes, smiling at her.

“Want me to grab beers for you and the boys?“ she asked and he nodded gratefully. She hopped off the stage, and he watched her ass intently. So intently in fact,  Gareth had to smack the back of his head to get his attention back on the band. 

 She chuckled, joining her friends at the bar and watching him goof off on stage with friends as they warmed up.  Robin and Vickie sat at the bar, sitting close enough they could hear each other but not close enough to draw any unwanted attention, not that anyone was paying attention in a place like the hideout. Steve leaned on the bar next to  Laila“ Hey guys, you made it okay? “ She called out to them with a sheepish smile.

Robin made a disgusted face and shrugged “I almost wish I hadn’t, the floor is sticky Char. Why is it so damn sticky!? These are new shoes! “ Vickie laughed but patted Robins arm, glancing at Charlie apologetically “ you are ridiculous, have a drink and try to chill out.” Charlie suggested, turning to Harrington and Laila  “Want a beer?” She asked , waving down the older bartender who knew the deal and handed her 5 beers and came back a moment later with a few more for the band members.  Laila nodded gratefully and took a swig of her beer as soon as she got it. 

They were just getting ready to start so Charlie grabbed them and hurried to place them at the edge of the stage, Smiling up at Eddie proudly. He blew her a dramatic kiss as he grabbed them, before turning back to the band passing them out , letting everyone hydrate  before kicking off their first song. 

Charlie gathered her friends to the floor amongst the drunks and she even got Robin to head bang a little. Eddie was truly a guitar god and it made her drool a little bit watching how quickly his fingers danced across the strings. “Close your mouth, you’ll attract flies” Robin teased over the music,  gently pushing her friend's jaw back upright.  

Charlie laughed sheepishly and reached over to clink their bottles together. “Thanks again, for coming out. Means a lot to me.” She was genuinely happy . She couldn’t remember another time in her life that made her feel like this. Not a football game , school dance or house party had the same energy as jumping around in a mosh pit with your friends to your boyfriends band. It was like a John Hughes movie, but better!  Vickie and Robin had their arms around each other as they jumped up and down to the beat of the music, it made Charlie smile to see her friend acting so carefree. 

She glanced over at Steve and Laila and was surprised to see they were dancing too, Steve holding on to Lailas fingers and spinning her around him. She admired how even though he was completely out of his element, he was making an effort. Laila spun in a circle under his arm, laughing as he grasped her waist and dropped her into a dip. It didn’t match the music style at all, but her best friend was having the time of her life. “ So you never told me your favorite movie” Steve informed her as he spun her again, fingers grazing her waist as he made sure not to let her spin too fast or far away. She looked taken aback by his question so he reiterated ” the recommendation shelf at work,  I noticed you didn't label it, so I don’t know which one is yours” He and she shrugged shyly . 

The song was ending so they moved to a table. “ it’s gotta be the brat pack film right? My money is on sixteen candles.” Steve brought it back up as they nursed their beers. “I think a person's favorite movie says a lot about them and while I love molly ringwald, that’s not it.” She began “my favorite movie is actually the shining.” Steve’s eyes widened at that and he propped his head up on his hands, leaning his elbows on the table. “ wow really I was way off.” He offered her a smile. “ I love the horror of course, but what I love most is the depth of it, the unexpected. The part that’s hidden under the part everybody sees. That’s what I love about the shining, plus Shelly Duvall is so talented! “ she was rambling now but he had asked for it. “ what about you? Let me guess… American jiggalo? “ and Steve nearly choked on his beer.

Charlie watched in amazement as Eddie played her new favorite song he introduced her to, master of puppets by Metallica. It was new and had only been out a few months and he was obsessed with it. He had been obsessively practicing and perfecting the tabs, playing along anytime it came on the radio, most of the time he was the one requesting it. He grinned up at her between riffs, offering her a cheeky wink as he sang along. It gave her chills and she knew she had a dopey smile on her face.

Vickie and Robin slowly made their way towards the dimly lit corner of the bar as the song ended, clearly trying to find a dark spot to makeout in. Steve scoffed as he noticed their departure ,turning to laila he offered her a winning smile. “Alright Lai, let's grab another round.” He rested his hand on her shoulder to steer her back to the bar. As they set up camp on the furthest bar stools from the stage so they could actually hear their own thoughts, Steve spoke again “So, we’ve been working together for a while now, but I feel like I don’t really know you…Are you always so guarded?” he asked as he handed her a beer and clinked his bottle to hers.  

Laila raised her eyebrows, shocked he had noticed her demeanor at all.  “My family moves a lot, my parents' job is kinda intense…” she started, drumming her nails on the bartop. “They are journalists, so they go where the story is. Which means I have seen a lot of different highschools. I got my acceptance letter and I guess I had kinda checked out, just put on cruise control until I can get to college.” She was rambling now, but he didn’t seem annoyed. She took a sip of her beer, willing herself to stop talking so much or at the very least slow down. He simply nodded “I bet that can be hard on a kid, making friends is hard enough without having to be uprooted all the time.” he empathized, though he had never struggled making friends, but he knew a few kids who did. “Do your parents plan on settling down, or is this a lifelong thing?” he asked curiously, raising his beer to his lips and taking a big sip.  “I think they will chase the story until it kills them,” she said with a sigh.  Steve mirrored her sigh, his mind running a mile a minute as he realized he had found yet another girl on her way out of town, just his luck.

They finished their beers and ordered another round. “You mentioned an acceptance letter…''Steve brought it back up and Laila looked up from the polish on her fingernails she had been anxiously picking at. “Mhmm, just got it in the mail a week or so ago.” she confirmed, looking at him curiously. “Why do you ask?” she wondered and he shrugged trying to act casual. “No reason, I just got mine too. I just haven’t really told anybody yet, but I've been taking classes at the community college and reapplied to a few universities.” he confessed, wringing his hands around the neck of his beer bottle and taking another gulp.  “Me either, Robin and Charlie don’t know.” Laila almost whispered, feeling her heart race as Steve leaned in closer to assess her face closely for a moment. “We could just tell each other.” he mused, leaning back to motion to the bartender. “Can we get a round of shots?” he asked before leaning back onto his elbow to look at her. 

“Shot first, then letters. Or Letters then shots?” he asked as he took the shot glasses from the bartender and set them on the bar in front of them.  Laila wrinkled her nose  “shots first,  I need a little liquid confidence. “ she admitted, taking the little glasses and sniffing it hesitantly. “My kinda gal” Steve joked and grabbed his. “Down the hatch” he encouraged, before tilting his head back and swallowing the shot. Laila mirrored his actions, coughing as the liquid burned the entire way down. He patted her on the back and she tried to hide the blush on her face by letting her hair fall like a curtain between them.  He reached up to tuck it behind her ear without thinking, smiling as her face came back into view.

 “So, colleges.” he began again, feeling the effects of the liquor already.  “On the count of three?” she asked and he nodded. They both held up their hands for a silent countdown before speaking in unison. “Purdue University” before laughing in shock. “No way, really? What are you going for?” he demanded incredulously. “Education, I really want to be a teacher” she offered with a shy smile, feeling a little dazed by the beers and shots in her system. Steve was laughing in shock now.” NO fucking way. Me too! What grade?” and just like that they dove into deep conversation, Steve ordering more beers and confessing how he dreamed of teaching middle school, and maybe even coaching a sport. 

Laila smiled at the thought and told him how her dream was to teach elementary school, first or second grade would be the dream. Soon they had finished a six packs worth of beers and were discussing other dreams. Laila confessed the biggest thing on her bucket list was traveling the country in an RV to see all the national parks. Steve had choked on his beer at that, and she patted his back comfortingly as he had done for her.  She continued in her drunken haze and told him how she had always wanted a big family, which he understood because of how small her own was growing up. 

When Charlie found them at the bar and pulled them onto the dance floor , they realized they had lost track of time and the show was almost over. The redhead clapped and shouted for the band as they took playful bows and started on the last song of their set.

 As the song ended, the band jumped off the stage to join everybody on the floor. Eddie had his arm wrapped around her waist, tugging her closer and kissing her sweetly. He smelled like sweat and cheap cologne and tasted like beer and cigarettes and she savored it, maybe a bit too much because the other band members and her friends started hollering and whistling. They broke apart sheepishly, still clinging to each other as the bar owner switched the sound system over and started playing normie music.  

“Having a good time?” He asked , not releasing his grip around her waist. She nodded, lifting her beer bottle to her lips to take a swig before offering it to him. He took it and drained it, tossing it in the bin behind them. “ I’m so glad. We have to break down, d’ya wanna wait for me, and maybe stay at my place with me tonight?” She flushed excitedly at the idea of a sleepover and she knew she’d had too much to drink to go home and face her dad so she nodded eagerly. Eddie and the rest of corroded coffin excused themselves to head back to the stage. They started the lengthy process of breaking down their equipment and loading it back into their vehicles in the back alley.

“Ooh somebody’s getting laid tonight” Steve joked and Robin laughed loudly as she finished her beer and draped her arms over Vickie’s shoulders, clearly having had maybe one too many beers to be capable of being discreet anymore. Vickie was sober so she flushed and patted Robin's cheek affectionately. “Can you cover for me, say I stayed the night with you?” She asked her friends hopefully,  grinning as Robin nodded amicably, Vickie promised to remind her of their lie again in the morning.

Steve loudly and drunkenly sang “EDDIe and CHARLIE sitting in a tree! KISSING!” She rolled her eyes in Steve's direction ‘shut up, you’re just jealous You can’t get past date number two, let alone second base.” She teased playfully. Laila laughed a little too loudly, before slapping a hand over her mouth to stifle it. “Last round everybody?” Charlie asked, taking their orders as she walked towards the bar.

She leaned on the bar and ordered one last round of beers. She had her forearms resting on the counter top when she felt someone sidle up next to her and rest their arm on the exposed skin of her lower back to hold her waist. She glanced up, expecting Eddie finished with breaking down already but instead found herself looking at an unfamiliar face. 

He looked to be in his late 30s and more than a little drunk.”How bout I buy those for you, pretty thing like you shouldn’t have to pay for drinks .” his grip tightened and he tried to pull her closer and press her to his chest. Charlie squirmed, trying to escape his grasp. “ Don’t go hurting my feelings now darlin’” he slurred. Charlie glared up at him,panicking and lifting one doc clad foot before bringing it down heavily on the offending party's toes. He jumped backwards, digging her fingers into her as he swore under his breath “fuckin bitch.”

Eddie was right behind her before she could utter a word in response, or strike again. his ring clad hand gripped the wrist of the drunk asshole tightly, bending it“ I suggest you apologize to my lady and walk away,” Eddie spat as he ripped the man's hands off her. He released his grip on him so he could pull Charlie to him and wrap a protective arm around her waist, putting himself between them. “I was just trying to buy her a drink. "the drunk asshole claimed, raising his hands and backing away slowly, feigning innocence. 

 “I didn’t ask what you were doing, I told you to apologize. ”Eddie warned, his voice eerily calm and eyes dark as he jerked his head towards the bartender who was stepping from behind the bar with a bat in his hands. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was spoken for, be cool man.” The bartender looked at Eddie, ready to cut him off and kick him out. 

Eddie nodded subtly, tightening his grip on his girlfriend , watching closely as the drunk was escorted out the door before he turned to Charlie, his tone shifted from acidic to concerned in a heartbeat. He released his grip on her waist and opened his arms to her. she dove into his embrace, burying her face in his neck “Did he hurt you?” he demanded, moving to pull her away from his chest to inspect her for bruises. 

She shook her head “No, I think I broke his toe or maybe his foot, but I’m fine. He just ruined my buzz.” She didn’t want to admit it but seeing him be so aggressive defending her was kinda hot. “ Can we finish our drink with our friends then get out of here? I want you to take me home ” she looked up at him through her lashes and he nodded, gathering the beers and leading her back to the table occupied by the band and their friends.

He set the drinks on the table their friends had gathered around, forcing a smile onto his boyish features, trying to push through how angry the drunk had made him. “Cheers, to great music and a good crowd ” Eddie offered, raising his beer and encouraging them to do the same. His free arm snaked around her waist possessively so she slid her hand into his back pocket. They all clinked their bottles and took hearty sips, Laila maybe a bit too much so as half her beer splashed down her chin and the front of her shirt.

 Steve chuckled and offered her his napkin with a cheeky smile “Y’know the drink is supposed to make it into your mouth.” he teased , causing them all to laugh. Without thinking Laila shot back “You're lucky you're cute Harrington because you are really annoying .” as she tapped the top of his beer bottle with the bottom with hers, causing it to foam up and spill. 

 Steve jumped to grab more napkins to clean up the nearly full beer that he was now spilling. Eddie moved from his spot beside Charlie to avoid the puddle. Now he stood behind her, one arm draped around her shoulders, the other hand holding his beer rested against the exposed skin of her waist between her top and her skirt . She had flinched at the cold but didn’t pull away, leaning into his embrace instead.

 Soon the whole group, minus a playfully grumpy looking Eddie were reciting the lyrics to rock me like a hurricane by Scorpion, even Steve who was still working on the puddle of beer and foam, hummed along . Eddie hissed a warning to his girlfriend as she pressed herself up against him more firmly , wiggling her hips and singing along with the song playing on the bars speakers.

”And now we know why the floors are sticky,” Robin jokes, as Steve finally finished soaking up the mess and went to throw away an arm load of beer soaked napkins. The blonde chugged the rest of her beer and pressed a kiss to her girlfriend's temple.” On that note, I should probably get these guys home.”Vickie offered, motioning for them to dispose of their bottles, and did so obediently . She linked her elbow with Robin on one side and Laila on the other. Steve followed like a confused little puppy dog, his eyes widening with realization.

 “ wa-wa-wait a minute, you think I’m cute?!” His eyebrows shot into his perfectly sculpted hairline.  Laila laughed loudly, her confidence bolstered by the drinks and hours of flirty conversation “so what if I do?” She slurred, as they walked out the door. Their drunken banter echoing through the nearly empty parking lot. 

They waved to their friends as they left and then before Charlie knew what was happening, Eddie was pulling her backstage, kissing her with bruising force.  his chest pushed against hers, forcefully backing her into the door.  It quickly gave way and they spilled out into the back alley where they had parked. They parted briefly, flushed and breathing heavily 

“ I didn’t like how that fuckin guy was looking at you, trying to touch you. ” Eddie growled , as he moved to press her against the brick wall, his lips finding hers again. “ I gathered as much, but I could’ve handled him.” she murmured teasingly against his lips. “ I need to get you home, now. “ he groaned and pushed his hips to hers. She could feel how much he needed her and despite her tipsy state she led the way to the van with surprising grace. He swatted her ass as she climbed into the van and buckled her in. 

 The drive home was only uneventful because he had buckled her in with her hands under the belt so she wouldn’t drunkenly grope him and make Eddie give in and pull over to the side of the road and take her there in the back of the van. She was too tipsy to figure it out and honestly seemed to enjoy being restrained. “ Good girl, we’ll be there soon” he said as he rubbed her knee soothingly.

[the-lady-writes-what]

Cabin Fever, Part One

Yandere Prompt #3: I know they’re uncomfortable, but bare with it for a while. Please?

Requested by no one. I just wanted to write this myself. 

Mirio Togata x Fem!Reader x Tamaki Amajiki

I was originally going to do this as a one-shot, but then my imagination got the better of me and it started to get too long. I don’t want to make you read through a mile of text before you get to the NSFW content, so I’ll write a second part featuring that. There’s some saucy stuff at the end with implications of dub con/non con, but the heavier stuff will come in the second part. 

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Part Two

Your eyelids cracked open. You awoke in the back of a car, arms pinned behind your back. City lights all disappeared in favor of giants made of pine lit by moonlight and a huge scattering of stars. A thick woolen blanket was wrapped around you and an actual pillow was placed under your head. With the way you were positioned, you couldn’t see the driver except for the back of his seat. Despite the warmth of the blanket, your feet were cold. That was likely due to the fact that your kidnapper took off your shoes and left your feet bare. 

Shuffling around in the backseat, you tried to squirm. You wanted to move your arms and pull the blanket off you, but you couldn’t. The blanket muffled a dull metal sound. As your senses slowly came back to you, you felt cold metal snapped around your wrists. 

Panic set in quickly. You tried to sit up, however you were so wrapped up in the blanket that you couldn’t move. Like a human burrito. It might have been endearing if you weren’t stuck in the back of a car with your wrists handcuffed behind your back. You craned your neck this way and that to make out even the barest of glances at your captor to no avail. He was quite throughly protected by his large driver’s seat or being very lean and sneaky himself. 

“Where are we going? Who the hell are you?” 

Your captor made no response. He switched on the radio to tune you out. In your predicament, trying to fight would get you hurt or killed. The best way to survive now was to use your brains. Trapped as you were, you could take this time to come up with something. But first, you had to remember how you managed to get into this in the first place. You laid back down, half-listening to whatever happened to be on the radio, and racked your brain. The last thing you recalled was stepping into a parking garage. There was someone with you...who was it? 

You couldn’t move your head high enough to even check the time on the dash. It must have been a while because you found yourself falling asleep again. You didn’t wake up until the vehicle came to stop. You only noticed because the trees stopped zooming past you and the radio turned off. The driver side door closing loudly startled you awake. Your blood was pumping. Your first instinct was to start kicking when your captor came to get you, but that would have only worked if he approached the other side. The door closest to your head was pulled open. A bright light stood overhead, blinding you. It didn’t help the fact that your captor wore a dark hood to prevent you from getting a good look at him. 

With ease and the strength of ten men, you remained in your fuzzy woolen burrito as you were pulled out of the backseat. He heaved you unto his shoulder like a potato sack. You didn’t see much in the dark, however when you looked, your heart sank. Trees, even in the night, were all you could see. Looking up, the number of stars made you believe that you were far from the nearest town. There were too many of them in the sky for you to think you could hitch a ride somewhere and get a hold of the police. You were miles and miles away from civilization. 

Gravel crunched underneath your captor’s feet as he hiked up a little hill. It gave way to carved stone path. It wound its way to a set of wooden stairs. It took those without ever losing his breath while carrying you. Keys jingled. He unlocked a door, which he swung open. 

Cool night air gave way to stifling warmth. You watched as woodwork and rugs greeted you as your head helplessly dangled against his back. You could hear a crackling fire place. Somewhere in the house, someone was making dinner. You smelt the cooking of beef, spices, and bread overwhelm the air. You wriggled while still on top of your captor’s shoulder. He turned into what looked like a living room where he settled you on the couch. At last, he began to peel off the blanket that was slowly cooking you alive now that you were in such a warm room heated by an actual fire. 

“Tamaki, is that you?” Footsteps. 

Wait. You knew that voice. But more importantly...

You whipped your head behind you. Sure enough, Tamaki was there. He didn’t have the guts to turn away for shame or guilt. There was a bright red color to his cheeks, but he almost looked pleased with himself. You opened your mouth to speak but was cut short by the other person entering the room.

“I wasn’t expecting...what is y/n doing here?” Mirio stood there, dumbfounded. He looked like he was in the middle of making the dinner that smelled so lovely. The image was complete with the dish rag thrown over his shoulder and the smear on his cheek. 

“I-I’m sorry, Mirio. I couldn’t...I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t wait,” answered Tamaki. 

It came back to you. You had been walking to your car, alone at night. But the parking garage never had security issues nor would you be a target. Plus, a pro-hero agency was across the street. Blood drained from your face. The agency belonged to Mirio and Tamaki. 

Mirio’s shifted between you and Tamaki. His face was drawn in what looked like disappointment. For a moment, you thought that you were about to see a fall out between friends because Tamaki had taken a joke too far or had gone off the deep end. You expected for Mirio to start a fight and take you to safety, but then he opened his mouth again. 

“It was too soon to bring her here. I told you we needed more time. Now, her co-workers will think something terrible happened to her. Tamaki, what were you thinking?” 

Too soon? More time? Just when you thought that you were saved, Mirio dashed your hope like fragile glass. He still looked disappointed but not because he friend did something highly immoral and illegal. You shuddered to think what they planned out if Tamaki had followed along with it instead of grabbing you prematurely. Mirio walked to the couch and knelt in front of you. The contrast of a man plotting to kidnap you and the image on his knees before you was almost too much for your mind to take. 

"This wasn't quite what I imagined, Y/N, but..." Mirio rubbed circles in your knees. "We'll just have to make the best of it, won't we?"

You shrank out of his reach and pulled your legs up to your chest. You stared in shock at him, one of the top heroes. He graduated near the top of his class how could he consider kidnapping a choice he could make.

"You have to let me go. I won't say anything and we'll forget all about this, but you have to let me go. Now."

Mirio shook his head. "If we did that, you'd move far away and that would be too painful. That is if you don't lie and sneak off to the police. Or Deku. You'd tell him the moment you got the chance."

Your blood ran cold. 

Mirio stood up. His smile no longer any kind of warmth or kindness for you. He turned to head back to the kitchen. 

“I better get back to cooking. I’ll have to make another portion on the spot. I wasn’t expecting more than two plates,” said Mirio. 

That left you alone with Tamaki. Unfortunately, he wasn’t talking to you. He wedged himself into the corner furthest away from you and stuck his head against the wall. This behavior of his would normally invoke pity in you. You hated to see him like that, so afraid to look another person in the face. You couldn’t feel such a way now, not with your hands handcuffed behind your back. Mirio didn’t return for a while to announce dinner. Only when you were at the dinner table did Tamaki gingerly uncuff one of your hands. He released your dominant hand so you could eat but cuffed the other end to the dining room chair’s arm. You pouted at the instrument of your imprisonment. 

“I promise we’ll explain later,” said Mirio. 

You almost didn’t want to eat. You could have thrown the plate in front of you across the table, then thought better of it. Two strong pro-heroes and you didn’t even a good quirk to beat them back. You didn’t have a quirk at all. You were a lamb in a lion’s den. Choosing the path of least resistance, you ate quietly. Tamaki reached over to the hand he cuffed to the chair. He was shaking and couldn’t be brave enough to look at your face. You felt his sweaty, clammy palm hold your hand in his shaky grip. All you could do was play along for now.

The minutes ticked by and slowly, so slowly, turned into hours. Immediately after dinner, Mirio and Tamaki were preparing to go to bed. You were still handcuffed to the dining room chair. You watched them tidy up and wash the dishes as if you weren't trapped in their house in the middle of the woods. But the time eventually came when Mirio uncuffed you and rubbed your wrists. He was smiling so genuinely, but it didn't escape your notice that he put the handcuffs in his back pocket.

Mirio gently took your hand guided you to the bedroom. He went to the dresser and pulled out a large flannel shirt.

Handing it to you, Mirio said, "I'll be right back. You can change in here. I promise I won't peak."

He turned, exited, and closed the door. You looked down at the shirt in your hands. You didn’t trust him, not with that quirk of his. To think once upon a time you were ecstatic that he was able to get his quirk back. Now, it only reminded you that he could take a peek if he really wanted to and might not even notice until it was too late. But you were shivering in your thin shirt and jeans. You ditched your clothes and put on the flannel shirt that reached to the top of your thigh. A few minutes later the bedroom door swung open again. Tamaki and Mirio had both changed as well. Tamaki wore a matching set of blue flannel pajamas while Mirio opted for dark gray sweatpants and no shirt. 

Mirio was behind you in a second pulling your wrists together behind your back. You struggled for a minute before the cuffs were snapped right back on. He rubbed your arms as he guided you to the large bed big enough for a six-person orgy. Before you knew it, you were nestled between Tamaki against your back and Mirio pressed against your front. Mirio was the one who kept his arms around you while Tamaki buried his face in you shoulder. None of this stopped you from wriggling around and trying to snap the handcuffs. 

“I-I know they’re uncomfortable,” Tamaki murmured against your skin. “J-just, just bare with it for a while. Please?” 

That didn’t stop you from wriggling around. You brushed against Tamaki’s crotch, making him hiss. Then, something hard pushed against your lower back. Mirio’s hand snaked its way to the back of your head where his fingers gently coiled in your hair. He titled your head up to make you look him in the eyes. Your struggles ceased. 

“Tamaki, I think we should do something to help Y/N simmer down and go to sleep. She won’t be wriggling around so much if she releases some of that pent up energy.” 

“D-Do you think so?” Asked Tamaki. 

“It wouldn’t hurt to try!” Mirio kissed you on the mouth, tongue brushing your lips before forcing its way past them. 

[monicashipslokius]

Soulmates, Actually - Pt 2

(Read part one)

Despite their desire to buy Mobius more appropriate clothing as the soulmate of a god, Loki knows they’re not welcome back in Asgard. Not without facing some serious repercussions anyway - none of which they’re willing to subject Mobius to, by association.

So while they temporarily ‘magicked’ themself and Mobius away from the dark streets of that German city to a sunny, hot desert, they aren’t totally sure where to go next. They need a safe harbor, but few would give refuge to the notorious god of mischief. And therefore, again, to Mobius by association.

Some soulmate Loki is turning out to be.

Their displeasure must show on their face, because Mobius clutches their forearm and rubs his thumb back and forth in gentle strokes near the dip of their elbow. Loki closes their eyes a moment, and they take a breath. How such a simple gesture from their soulmate could bring such peace... Truly Loki is the most fortunate being in the universe. Even... even after everything else they’ve been through.

“We cannot stay here,” Loki says, eyes still closed, humiliated by their own incompetence.

“It’s not so bad,” Mobius says, chipper as ever. “I’m a bit overdressed, but...”

Loki opens their eyes again to see Mobius tug at the lapel of his suit. He is already sweating through the shirt underneath.

Humans are such fragile things, in need of such diligent care-taking. Something unpleasant claws at Loki’s ribcage from the inside. A voice whispers in their ear, You are not enough.

“Hey, I got an idea,” Mobius says, squeezing Loki’s arm in excitement. A smile slides easily across his lips. “We could go back to my place. Sure. Yeah. It’s not exactly built for royalty, but... There’s running water and some shade and a fridge with lots of soda pop.”

Loki frowns, confused, though they’re sure they understood most of those words. “...Soda pop?”

“Only the best brands. Yeah, this is great! Okay. Dubuque isn’t going to know what hit them.”

Loki tilts their head. “...Dubuque?”

Mobius nods, cheerful smile never dimming. “Iowa. I was only in Germany for a data analysis conference. Speaking of, I should probably text my coworker and let her know I’m not dead. I don’t want them to start a job search for my replacement yet. I told you how important my job is?”

Loki frowns harder, even as Mobius steps closer. He holds onto their shoulders.

“Dubuque, Iowa, get ready. Here comes the god of mischief and their soulmate!”

*

Loki isn’t sure what they expected Dubuque, Iowa to be like, but the lodgings they teleport into, presumably Mobius’s lodgings, are hopefully not a fair representation of the city as a whole.

“Home sweet home,” Mobius says.

“Is this a closet?” Loki asks, peering around the large single room. A bed is wedged against the far wall under a pair of small windows. To their immediate left, is the semblance of a minuscule kitchen - a sink, a few cabinets, and the promised refrigerator.

“Now, I know it doesn’t seem like much, but this place has everything you could ever need.”

Mobius walks into the living quarters. Three strides and he’s already halfway across the room. He goes to the windows and draws back the sheer curtains. The slightly improved lighting does nothing for Loki’s opinion. The walls, the bedspread, the carpeting - all shades of a light brown that Loki cannot tell is intentionally pale or faded over time.

“Bathroom’s through there,” Mobius says, pointing to a doorway off the corner that doubles as a bedroom.

Loki checks, and finds it lacking. There is not even a bath!

“Are all Midgardian accommodations like this?” Loki asks. They try to keep the disdain from their voice, for Mobius’s sake - but it is precisely for Mobius’s sake that they are so outraged!

“Oh. Well? Nah.” Mobius rubs the back of his neck. “I guess a lot of places are bigger, though it’s important, I think, to be happy with what you have.” He lifts his shoulders, then lets them drop. “Some people don’t have anything.”

Mobius shrugs off his suit jacket and drapes it over the bedspread. The sweat down his back speaks of his fragility once more, and Loki turns away. Mobius said he was valued by his company, but if that were true...

“Do all top data analysts have similar accommodations?” Loki asks. They’re still holding the scepter. Looking around, they see another door - a cloak closet? Loki draws open the door, and yes! Coats and shirts stuff the narrow space. Shoes are lined neatly across the floor. Loki tucks the scepter into the back, behind the clothes.

“The company pays me pretty well, actually,” Mobius says. “It’s just that... uh. How do I put this?”

Loki closes the door and turns toward Mobius, who has unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, and is rolling the sleeves up to his elbows.

Mobius looks up to the ceiling, then at the bathroom door. “I had a bigger place for a long while, but a few years ago, I downsized. Lots of people buy big in anticipation of... well. But when they reach a certain age, they start to assume that... I guess I’d given up.”  He waves an arm out. “This place? It's been enough for just me.”

Loki takes a only small step forward, wanting to be at his side but suddenly afraid to, with Mobius’s sudden vulnerability. Loki doesn’t have the best reputation for healing things. Most of their life, they’ve only been good at breaking.

They fight to keep their voice steady as they say, “You didn’t think you would find your soulmate.”

Mobius shakes his head a little, but when he looks up at Loki, the smile that dimmed sparks back to life. “If I’d known I was waiting for a god, I would have kept the mortgage.” He tucks his head down. “This was probably a bad idea, wasn’t it? This can’t be anything like you’re used to.”

“It’s...not. But.” Loki forces themself to take another step, drawn in by the hopeful gleam in Mobius’s eye.

“But?”

Loki thinks back to when they were young, when they spent hours cultivating dreams that didn’t involve domination of the nine realms. Well, not only that. When they laid awake and thought of all the sweet nothings they would say to their soulmate and all the promises they would make. Back when they thought the universe still held some kindness for them.

They take the final step that brings them to Mobius and tells him, “I would like to stay where you are.”

“Even if it’s this closet?”

“It is... cozy.” Loki glances around. “Though I insist we redecorate.”

Mobius’s smile lights up his eyes, and Loki’s breath catches. They cannot remember the last time they made someone smile like that. Genuine. Bright. Happy. 

“So much beige,” Loki says, grinning. “Do you not see the value in a bit more excitement?”

“Trust me,” Mobius says, “I’m starting to.” He glances, ever so slightly, at Loki’s mouth, and Loki has never wanted to kiss anyone as much as they want to kiss this man in this drab apartment.

Loki starts to lean, and for a moment, Mobius does too.

But then Mobius worries his bottom lip between his teeth and steps away instead.

A familiar pang of rejection echos in Loki's chest. Even their own soulmate finds him lacking. They drop their gaze.

"Hey." Mobius touches their face, a finger under their chin, drawing their gaze right back up. "We should go slow, right?" He swallows hard. "I haven't... It's been a long time for me, and with you, I don't want to mess this up."

Loki wants to tell him that he couldn't ruin this, no matter what he did, but that would be a lie. The truth is much more complicated. Their souls are bound together by the cosmos, yes, but unfortunately the cosmos does not provide any training or instruction on how to sustain a lasting relationship.

Loki, themself, hasn't much experience in that matter. They've had their fun, but that was all.

"Is that okay?" Mobius asks, blue eyes like that of a baby fawn. Loki doubts they would deny him anything, ever. But especially not something they also want.

"Yes," Loki says, much softer than intended. They clear their throat and say, stronger, "Of course."

"Great!" That smile returns full-blast, brighter and more scalding than the desert sun. He bounces back a step. "I'm going to go grab a quick shower." He plucks at his shirt. "So sweaty. You okay for a minute?"

Loki shrugs and nods at the same time, as Mobius disappears into the bath-less bathroom. When the door closes behind him, Loki flops backwards onto the beige bed and stares up at the ceiling, flecked with plaster. The mattress sinks pleasantly beneath their weight. Loki thanks the realms that Mobius at least owns a decent bed.

The water turns on in the bathroom, muffled by the door. Mobius begins to sing. Loki hasn't heard the song before but doesn't need to, to know Mobius is singing off-tune and off-rhythm. A particularly bad note draws a startled laugh from Loki.

Loki glances at the door, wishing they could see Mobius's face, knowing he's wearing that infallible smile. A dresser beside the bed blocks their view, and their attention immediately shifts to a series of framed photos atop it. An older photo of a couple - Mobius's parents, presumably, is most prominent on the left. Their severe expressions do not match the tender way they hold the baby in their arms.

Beside that photo, one of a younger Mobius with longer blonde hair and no mustache sitting on a water vehicle, giving a thumbs-up. Loki smiles softly at him, at his beauty, though easily admits to themself that they prefer the Mobius of now - more gray than blonde, and the mustache. Dignified. Handsome. Loki thinks of kissing him again, and exhales. Going slow will be a test of their willpower, but Loki will overcome. For Mobius. For them, together.

The third photo is of a three-story brown building. Mobius's office? Loki rises from the bed to look closer, but - yes. Only a building, with no people in sight. A quick glance around the room proves no more photos. Why would Mobius dedicate one of his few photos to his workplace?

I guess I'd given up.

In the drab monochromatic room, the photo of Mobius on the ocean holds the only splash of color.

In the bathroom, the water turns off, but the singing continues. Loki listens closer, hears now how the chipper tones drop pitch at the end, and in that sound, so near a sigh, they recognize their own sadness.

Loki meets the stern gazes of Mobius's parents in their photo and vows to them, "I will make your son happy again."

The door opens, and Mobius appears, shirtless, a towel around his shoulders, and a pair of gray sweatpants high on his hips.

Loki's usually thunderous brain goes very, very quiet.

Mobius is not chiseled muscle. His shoulders are not particularly wide. He's not tall. But he needn't be any of those things. He is soft, sturdy lines, and stability, and courage, and the most attractive being Loki has ever had the blessing of putting their eyes upon.

Mobius dabs at his wet hair with the end of the towel. "Hey, you found my photos?"

The reminder of the photo of the building is enough to cool Loki's desire, though it still lingers, simmering, in the base of their being.

"Yes." Loki gestures to the offending photo. Mobius sees and drops the towel back to his shoulder.

"That's the office," he says, confirming Loki's suspicions. "It's a nice building, yeah?"

Loki tries not to let their distaste show on their face. Tries, not particularly hard. "Wouldn't you rather have more of your family? Your friends?"

"Oh. Mom and Pop didn't really care much for photos, and they're gone now." He doesn't mention extended family, or any friends - not even the protective work friend who tried to convince him away from Loki on their first meeting. Instead, he gives Loki a sad sort of smile, as big as the others before but so, so different. It doesn't reach his eyes at all.

Sometimes soulmates are very different from each other, practicing a running theory that opposites attract. But more often than not, soulmates share at least one or two very similar traits. Through these traits, they find common ground. Equal footing. A keystone that holds up all the parts of them that are different until they make a bridge.

In Mobius, Loki sees their own loneliness.

"Would you..." Loki pauses, unsure, but the kind curiosity in Mobius's eyes urges them on. "Perhaps we could have a likeness taken of us. To add to your collection."

The light returns to Mobius smile. Loki will fill this entire apartment with photos of them together if it keeps.

"I'd like that, Loki. A lot."

"Good."

Mobius goes to the dresser and pulls open a drawer. He withdraws a gray short-sleeved shirt and pulls it over his head. Then he glances over his shoulder. "You need to borrow something?"

Loki waves their hand and alters their clothing from their princely armor to a silk green sleep-shirt and pants.

"Woah." Mobius looks them up from head to toe and back again. "That's the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Loki laughs again, and this time, they aren't so startled. With Mobius, they are starting to expect it.

Mobius glances at the bed. Loki does too. Then at each other.

"I know, technically here in Iowa, it's maybe too early to go to bed, but I've gotta tell you, after this kinda day, I really need a nap." Mobius rubs the back of his neck. His cheeks tint pink. "But, uh there's only one bed. I don't even have a couch. Oh! I know! I'll sleep on the floor." The man reaches for one of the pillows like he actually intends to remove it.

Loki snatches his wrist. "You will do no such thing."

"Well, I'm not going to have a prince sleep on the floor."

"Mobius," Loki says gently. They bring Mobius's imprisoned hand to their mouth and place a soft kiss to his fingers. This fragile, precious human. "No one is sleeping on the floor."

"Oh." The pink in Mobius's cheeks reddens - a beautiful shade. "What... uh, what about going slow?"

Loki rolls their eyes. "I do not intend on impugning your virtue. I merely wish..." Their nonchalance slips rather suddenly, and their voice fails them. Saying their innermost desires aloud has only ever been used against them. That they nearly did so, so casually, shocks Loki to their core. Careless.

Mobius folds his hand over where Loki is clutching his other one, until Mobius holds Loki's in both of his own. He brings Loki's hand to his own mouth and places a soft kiss to each of their knuckles, one after the next, mustache tickling the back of their palm.

"What do you wish, Loki?" Mobius asks.

With Mobius, Loki wants to be careless. But to do so would be to give him power. And with that power, mortal or not, Mobius could crush them, heart and soul.

"I can tell you what I want?" Mobius says. "And you can tell me if you'd like that too."

"Very well," Loki says, breathless.

Mobius kisses the dip between Loki's fingers and thumb, and says, "I want to hold you. Fall asleep with you in my arms."

Loki's throat goes very dry. Their heart hammers wildly in his chest. They wants that. So much. But... no, surely Mobius will realize that is a terrible idea. He will change his mind at any moment. So Loki forces themself to say, voice hoarse, "I could kill you."

Mobius shrugs. He doesn't deny it, but he also doesn't let go of Loki's hand. "I figure you would have done it by now."

"I could be plotting."

Mobius meets their eyes, but they hold only fondness, no suspicion. "Are you?"

"Maybe."

"Mmhmm." He pulls Loki's hand to his chest. "Are you saying you aren't interested in the cuddling? It's okay to say no."

Loki opens their mouth but they still can't say what they want.

"No worries." Mobius kisses Loki's hand and releases it. "I can still sleep on the floor -"

"You will not sleep on the floor," Loki says, the annoyance at such a thing finally giving them their voice back.

"Okay, okay." Mobius holds their hands up. He laughs as he draws back the covers. He slides into the bed and then moves to the other side, pressing up against where the mattress meets the wall, so that Loki can have the open side, without being boxed in. Loki could run. Mobius would let them.

Loki crawls under the covers.

They lie in bed, side by side, both on their backs but not touching. Loki doesn't know how long they stay there, staring at the ceiling, before Mobius rolls onto their side, away from Loki. It feels wrong - too wrong, and in the quiet, Loki tries again to find the courage to have their wishes exposed.

"Mobius," they whisper. If Mobius is already asleep, then they won't -

"Yeah, Loki?"

Loki swallows down their nerves. Mobius has only proven himself trustworthy. They are soulmates. Soulmates trust. "Mobius, I..."

Mobius rolls onto his back. He turns his head toward Loki and waits. He waits, and waits, and waits. Loki wonders if he would wait forever.

His patience is what finally cracks through the walls Loki built.

"Will you hold me?" Loki asks, and braces for rejection. For mockery. For any offer to be rescinded with a joke.

Instead, Mobius turns toward them and holds open his arms. "Come on."

Loki slides into the open spot against Mobius's chest, and Mobius folds his arms around them.

Loki's whole body relaxes at once, all the tension evaporating. Mobius is warm and sturdy against their back. His breaths are hot on the shell of Loki's ear.

"This okay?" Mobius asks.

Loki nods.

"I got you," Mobius says, holding tighter.

Loki waits a long moment, then two. They half want Mobius to fall asleep so they won't hear when they say, "Don't let go."

"I won't," comes Mobius's quick reply, slurred slightly with sleep. "I won't let you go, Loki."

Loki knows they shouldn't, but... they start to believe. And with that knowledge, that safety, sleep follows.

*

A thunderous knock sounds heavy against the front door, jolting Loki awake.

"Loki?" Mobius asks, rubbing his eye.

“Are you expecting company?” Loki pushes themself upright on the bed, heart racing.

Mobius frowns. “I’m supposed to be in Germany.”

The knocking comes again, louder. So hard the door cracks. Someone on the other side lightly curses, and Loki goes cold. They knows that voice.

Thor.

Here. Now.

“Loki?” Mobius sits upright too, and grips Loki’s shoulders. He’s so fragile, and yet so grounding. His hands are steady. His grip firm. He's as fully awake now as Loki is, and Loki can the concern in his eyes, even in the dark of the room. “Whoever it is, I won’t let them hurt you.”

“Only a fool would make that promise,” Loki says. “It’s my brother on the other side of that door.”

They expect the words to scare Mobius into rescinding his promise of protection, and they steel their heart against the inevitable hurt. You are never enough.

But Mobius does not look afraid. His jaw sets. His brow lowers. If anything, he seems even more determined.

A fool, for sure. Enough to make Loki’s heart swell. And their nerves prickle.

Loki stands, stepping away from the bed. Mobius quickly follows.

Mobius stood against Captain America and Tony Stark, but they were fellow Midgardians. Thor? Thor is of Asgard. Mobius must know he holds no chance against a god.

But he does not seem to care.

“Hide in the bathroom,” Mobius says. “I’ll get rid of him.”

Loki blinks. “Pardon?”

“It will be fine.” Mobius places a hand on the small of Loki's back and gently shoves them towards the tiny bathroom.

“But, Mobius -”

“Listen, Loki. You are my soulmate. Soulmates protect each other.”

“But -” Loki steps into the bathroom, at Mobius’s behest.

Mobius grabs the handle of the door. “He wants to throw you in some Asgardian prison or something, right? That’s not happening.”

“Mobius -”

“I’ll be right back.” Mobius winks, then closes the door, taking Loki’s heart with him.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

55 with Andy Barber, please #sensory prompt

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Prompt 55- Finding old photographs you’d forgotten about

A/N- sorry this took so long babes! I hope you enjoy this little moment between the couple. Also, this is written where Laurie doesn't exist and Jacob is just a regular teenager. Mentions of smut. 

Remember When?

You had been sorting through your closet that evening, looking for a certain Christmas present you were sure you stashed on the top shelf. Of course, you were already dressed for bed, Andy was stretched out with his back against the headboard reading while you fussed over Jacobs's gift, wanting to make sure you knew where it was to wrap the first thing in the morning. 

“Honey, why don't you look in the morning?” Andy finally said while you cursed under your breath when a box slipped and fell to the floor. “It's getting late. I will drive Jacob to school early so you have time to get it wrapped.” Your husband offered. 

“What if I lost it? I could have sworn I put it up here.” You went to your tippy toes and closed your hand around a familiar bag, making you grin in triumph. “Got it!” Pulling it down, you set it on your dresser and go back in to retrieve the unknown box you had dropped. 

“Good, does that mean you are coming to bed now?” Andy gave a yawn. You ignore him for a moment while prying off the top and see it's a memory box you had made back when Jacob was just a baby, full of pictures and little tokens. Picking it up, you head back into the bedroom, sliding it across the bed while crawling in after it into your spot, the box wedged between you and Andy. “What's this?” He asked curiously while marking his book and setting it aside. You reach in and pull out a handful of pictures. 

“It's from when I was pregnant and after Jacob was born.” You grin while looking at the top picture. You looking a mess with your oversized belly and Andy grinning all proud with his hand pressed to the curve, giving you a kiss to your temple, you two had been at your brother's bbq, which is probably who had snapped the picture. Andy reached to take it from you, studying it and breaking out in a slight grin at the memory of it. 

“God I remember this. You were so damn close, I was worried half the time your water was going to break in the middle of this damn party.” He chuckled while you handed him another party picture of him playing horseshoes with some friends. 

“If only. That would have been a relief. Jacob insisted on at least another two weeks.” You tilted your head at the next picture. An infant Jacob nestled on his father's bare chest, Andys hand curled around the newborn protectively. You could see how tired Andy was in the picture by his half-closed eyes and a dopey smile on his face of being a new father. You to handed that picture over which made him sigh a bit. 

“Not that small anymore, starting to fill out college applications, has a girlfriend. Where did all this go?” Andy mused while you chuckle at your husband, knowing if you didn't change the subject on him, he would start in about being old, getting greys, start planning on retiring. You pluck out another picture and smirk at that one, flashing it at him. 

“Look at this idiot, where did he go?” you wave the picture, and he groans. A college day picture of some beer pong tournament where he was obviously losing at the number of red solo cups was tipped over on his side of the table. Andy snatched more pictures out of the box with a groan. 

“Where are yours Y/N? I can’t be the only idiot college day pictures in this box.” He muttered, sorting through them and you shrug while still going through some baby pictures. 

“I was behind the camera?” You suggested while setting your pile back in your box while Andy gave a slight yelp of victory. You could only imagine what it was. 

“Oh oh oh, and why haven't I seen this before?” He wiggled his eyebrows and turned the picture to you. Sure enough, there was one of you and your college roommate flashing the camera while mardi gras beads were getting thrown at you. “I don't think this belongs in the box Y/N.” 

You gasp and go to grab that, but Andy pulls it away from you teasing. You vault into his lap, trying to snatch at it. “That was before we started dating Mr.Barber,” You defended yourself and he let you have the picture, which you grasp to study it, wiggling your nose. “Actually... nevermind. It's when we just started. My bad.” Making him laugh at your confession and he slides his hands up your thighs and grasps your hips to pull you a bit closer to him. 

“Well you were always a little fucking minx,” he claimed, plucking the picture from your hold and letting it flutter back into the box. “How about you give me a show of how that night went right now?” You giggle as you tug his hair gently to tilt his head back and press your lips to his while moving to get off the bed and grab the box to dig through it, pulling out a fistful of shiny beads to toss at him. “Oh, I’m going to make you earn these Babygirl.” 

“I think those were the words you told me the night I became pregnant.” 

[austarus]

Frost/Caitlin Snow x Reader - 5 and 7

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to its rightful owner.

*I’m not dead, however, I’m slowly trying to get back into writing. I’m so mentally and emotionally exhausted from my uni and classes. I’m just so tired. I just want winter break to come. My professors and university don’t really care about doing their jobs correctly or compensating/accommodating the students during the stress of the pandemic. It’s harder at the hospital I work at. Break is coming soon and I have so many fics planned. 

Word Count: 2453

“So, cutie, when are you going to tell them?”  

You yelped in surprise at the source of the voice. Turning around you saw Frost leaning against the doorframe of your room. “Tell who- What- How the hell did you even get in here?” You raised an eyebrow at her while she strolled in and plopped down on your bed. You had no idea why she kept calling you pet names.

“I picked your lock.”

“Of course, you did,” you sighed, folding a shirt and setting it aside. You continued doing your laundry while Frost laid back on your bed, legs crossed. Glancing at her, you shook your head while she sucked on a lollipop. Caity had yelled at her for invading your privacy the entire time she was picking your lock. Frost payed her no mind. With your clothes fully sorted in piles, you picked one up and moved to your dresser. Bending down, you opened the most bottom drawer and placed the jeans there along with some leggings. Frost’s eyes racked over your figure.

She’s got a pretty nice ass, huh Caity?

Can’t you keep your eyes to yourself? Be respective.

Hey, (Y/N) started it a few days ago. Remember? And I’m being perceptive.

Caitlin had gone silent at the back of her alter ego’s head. A few days ago, you had accidentally stared a bit too long when she wore a deep V-neck romper. The back was completely open, and Caitlin was sporting her typical heels that day. The physician had caught you a few times, she just wasn’t sure what was up. Did it look bad on her? Was it damaged and you didn’t have the heart to tell her? Frost had… insisted on an idea, but Caity had shut her down. After all, you’ve only been ever interested in guys.

Her eyes were all over us. And her reaction when I came out was delicious.

“Nice panties,” Frost broke the silence, holding one up that had straggled far from you. Confused, you caught it when she had thrown it at you. It was a lacy deep blue one. You huffed and folded it quickly.

“Thanks, I guess.”

Your phone vibrated, with a frown you checked it. It was Cisco.

Ciscito: Is Frost/Caitlin with you? 5: 46 PM

You: Yeah? Why? 5: 51 PM

Ciscito: Good, keep her out of the labs for a bit. Barry and I are going to try to jumpstart the Speedforce machine thing again and she’s sort of been bothering us all day. 5: 53 PM

You: What? No? Have Ralph come pick her up! He’s better at dealing with her. 5: 54 PM

Ciscito: Too late... 5: 55 PM

You: She broke into my home!  5: 56 PM

Ciscito: That sounds like our frost queen. And Ralph’s busy with Sue 5: 57 PM

You: … Of course, he is 5: 58 PM

“I can see your nipples,” You snapped your head up to see the cold meta sit up on your plush bed. You felt your cheeks flush slightly as she smirked at you. Frost loved teasing you, “Right through your shirt. Perky. Cute.”

Don’t make her uncomfortable!

But its so cute and so easy to see her blush. Plus, you’ve seen her boobs in dresses before, they’re pretty cute. So squishy. I can just-

-They are- But that’s beside the point. Just, you know-

-I know, chill, I got this.

You rolled your eyes at her, “In my defense, if I had known someone was coming over, then I would have put a bra on.” You were having a lazy day today, deciding to just clean and not come into the labs. Originally you were going to just laze around without any clothes. You’re glad that you didn’t go through with that idea. “Don’t you have anything else better to do? Anyone else to bug?”

“I’m bugging you.”

“Besides me, Frost.”

“Nah, I’m good. Where’s your alcohol, by the way? I’m stealing some.”

“No, fuck you.”

“When and where? Because we can go right now,” The cold-powered meta pointed with her thumb on the bed. “Bed is right here so-”

“-I will hit that pretty face of yours.”

“Aw, you think I’m pretty. Caity, she thinks we’re pretty.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned. You always got into these sorts of… Well, you didn’t know how to exactly word it.

“So, when are you going to tell them?”

“Tell who what?” You rolled your eyes as she had followed you out of your bedroom into your quaint living room. Caity took the time to appreciate your small apartment. It was cozy, the color scheme fitting well with not just the décor and furniture, but with your personality.

“The team,” Frost simply stated as she ran her fingers over the cool marble of the side-counter attached to the wall and connected to the counter where the sink resided. You eyed the meta carefully, a ball forming in your gut.

“About what?”

“You know about what.”

“No, I don’t.” Pulling out the alcohol, you avoided her eyes.

“Can I use your bathroom real quick? Don’t want to break the barrier while drinking or else we both know there’d be no end to the bathroom trips for Caity.”

Hey! Rude! I’m right here.

But it’s true.

“First door on the left,” You simply said, pouring the meta a drink while you pulled out some snacks and ginger ale for yourself. Your stomach had been hurting you for a bit. Might as well entertain the Frost Queen while the boys finish. I swear, a warning would have been nice before she arrived.

Frost entered your bathroom and turned on the lights. She froze for a moment at the sight on what was on the arm of the bathtub. Before a snicker left her lips which erupted into a full-on laugh.

Is that-

-a dildo in her bathroom. Yup. Frost got closer and picked up the cleaned toy. She figured it was because the cleaning products for it was out on the counter. Which means she had used it fairly recently. Frost licked her lips at the thought of you using it. That same thought made Caity remain quiet and just feel hella bashful, yet… intrigued by it. Aw, that’s cute she can only take up to 5”. Bet you we can-

-Frost-

-get her up to 7”. Now that’s a delicious thought. It’s a good thing I bought the str-

“Hey, Frost have you seen- Oh my god- I- that’s-” You dropped your towel as you froze in the hallway. The meta turned around with the colored dildo in hand. Your ears had perked up at the intense sound of her laugh, wondering what she was laughing at. Well, now you know and you’re 100% convinced she’s laughing at you.”

“Not yours? I honestly find it hard to believe.”

You tried to form words, but your mind would not comply

“5 inches. That’s real cute. Caity thinks so too.”

Do not involve-

-You think it’s cute, now hush. I can feel your feelings too.

“Are you only meant to tease and pester me?” You flushed under her gaze, stepping over to take the dildo away. “Also, where’s Caitlin? Isn’t she supposed to be having the day to herself this time?” But she dodged you. Running out of the bathroom. You shut off the lights, because duh you pay rent and also save energy thus saving the planet.

“We sort of… switched it up. But this,” Frost held up the detailed dildo. The two of you kept running around the apartment like that. “You can do better. And you know what I mean.” Your heart stopped when she winked at you, giving the tip a slow lick as he eyes never left you. You swallowed hard.

“By the way, Caity and I know. Well, it was mainly me, but no need to be shy.”

“I- How?” You sighed in defeat because you couldn’t catch her. Well, you wanted to 100% tackle her to the couch and steal the dildo, but you Frost didn’t like anyone touching her. Instead you just took a seat on the couch while she moved to stand in front of you, the coffee table wedged between you both.

“A little birdie may have stared a bit too long a few too many times when we were wearing that v-neck romper.” She shrugged before taking a seat beside you. “And it really was adorable watching you fumble about and look away.” Frost smirked, resting her elbow on the back of the couch. “I wonder what else that face can make.”

You felt the air in the apartment get stuffier. “A-and Caitlin knows?”

“Oh, she knows. Now she knows. She just wasn’t convinced about my thought of you being gay… or well, bi. Mainly because you dated guys.” She handed you the dildo.

“Th-that did not mean I can’t be interested in girls. I just… never acted on it.”

“Oh, I know. She just didn’t want to assume and everything. You’re shit with talking to guys, so I figured you’d be the same way or much worse with girls.”

“Gee, thanks,” you rolled your eyes at her, setting the suction cup dildo on the counter. There was a silence in the apartment. You got up to grab the drinks, handing her the glass of alcohol on the rocks while you had your cup of ginger ale.

“Girls do it better.” Frost broke the silence and took great pleasure into seeing you almost choke on your drink.

“Where the fuck did that come from?”

“What? I was just stating an obvious fact in case you were wondering-”

“-I was not-”

“-Yes, you were.” She deadpanned, placing her alcohol down on the coffee table. “Oh, so Caity’s gonna tap in. Hold on.” You raised an eyebrow at the meta melting back into her human alter ego. Platinum blonde hair changed to a beautiful brunette color, eyes softening up as well.

“I am so sorry, I swear she doesn’t think before speaking,” Caitlin started apologizing, fidgeting with her hands. She was always so pretty and adorable when she did that. Or just whenever she spoke in general. “… But she is right.”

“About which part? That chicks do it better? That she can get me to 7”? Or that I’m shit with talking to guys and I would be much worse with girls?”

If she gave me one night, I’d get her to 7-

-Frost-

-Plus, who’d pass up a night of that kind of kinky fun.

Frost! Stop!

You raised an eyebrow and figured Frost was whispering her two cents into Caitlin, who was automatically flushing. “What did she say?”

“Too many things.” Caitlin roughly sighed, “I- we… sort of have been thinking and reflecting-” -Get to the point!- -I am! “A-and we wouldn’t really mind if- I mean we just. W-we like you. And we just wanted to know that we weren’t misinterpreting the signs.” Way to sound like a high schooler with a crush. Grow a pair woman and say that we wanna kiss and bang her like the world means nothing.

“I..” You took in a breath and held your cup with hands. A shaky breath left you. Glancing away, you collected your thoughts before turning back to an expectant Caitlin. “I really like you too. Both of you. Like… a lot.” Caitlin smiled, but you continued. Frost just whispered that she knew it and tried to get Caitlin to go in for the kiss. But Caitlin tuned her out. “At first, I… I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to say anything because I just- I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship. It’s- That’s why I kept going on those random-ass dates with some guys on bumble. It was actually fun taking some of the guys down a few notches. I swear the male ego is so infuriating sometimes.”

“Amen to that. Honestly Ronnie and Julian were one of the best guys in my life.”

You smiled back at her, “I wanted to convince myself that I shouldn’t be thinking of my close friend like that. But then I kept thinking and feeling. And here we are.” You gestured to herself and you.

Caitlin pulled you into a comforting hug, her arms around your shoulders, “When Frost came out, I did too. I think Cisco and Kamila were the first one’s to know. They did have to drag Frost out of a gay bar where she was literally arm wrestling the other drunk customers. Not one of her best moments.”

Caitlin pulled away abruptly, Frost coming out to defend herself. Platinum blonde locks, icy white irises, and blue lips. “Hey, it was one of my finer moments! I was kicking their asses left and right.”

“I never said anything.” You giggled and Frost just cupped your face with a grin on her face.

“You’re too cute to stay mad at.” The meta tugged you into a kiss, her cool lips pressed against yours, your hands lightly gripped her arms as your lips started smacking against hers in a rough-ish kiss. “Mm, you taste good. Like… vanilla latte?” Pulling away, Frost licked her lips from the kiss and melting back into the depths of her mind for Caitlin to come out to have a taste. Caity’s kiss was gently -sensual- unlike how heated Frost wanted to get with you. Damn, your heart was flying, and your panties were… well… yeah… You locked lips for a bit with Caitlin, nibbling on her soft lips before she finally pulled away with a small breath. Her cheeks were flushed and lips slightly swollen. She looked so cute.

Frost came out once more, pointing behind you, “You know, we can put that dildo to good use tonight.”

Frost, what the hell!

“Shouldn’t you take me out on a few dates before we go to bed?”

“Nah, we can do that tomorrow morning. Plus, Caity’s a big cuddle bug so be prepared for that. I’m more of a big spoon. For now, we can play with that bad boy,” Frost pointed to the dildo behind you, “before upgrading you the 7 inch that I have at home. And believe me. You’ll really enjoy it when I’m done with you.”

“As long as I get to do you too.”

“Obviously”

“Is Caity ok with it?”

“Oh, honey, she’s going to be more than ok with it. She’s flailing around embarrassed right now, but she’s hella wet so. Bed. Let’s go.” You couldn’t help the fit of giggles you had as she dragged you by the hand to your bedroom while holding the light purple dildo in her other hand.

[fruitcoops]

Hey!! So if u want to, could u write a short fic or smth for number 25, because I am LIVING for a scenario where sirius just playfully bites remus and then he gets like super horny or the other way around.

The biting isn’t the central part of this fic, but all three parts of this series involve a solid amount of playful spicy bites. Here’s the third and final part of the night of Remus’ first goal! This has been a wild ride and honestly gave me great practice for smut writing, so thanks to everyone who supported the miniseries!

Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove

TW for restraint (holding, mentioned once), a teeny-tiny moment of injury angst, and sickening domesticity. Oh, and the smut of course.

Whoever figures out the song this series was inspired by first gets a shoutout in my next fic! Hint: look at the titles...

They wasted no time in getting up to the bedroom again. Sirius tripped over his own shirt in the rush and grabbed it off the stair as Remus laughed his ass off a few steps ahead, despite the fact that his own long sleeve was still abandoned by the front door.

Their sheets were a mess from the night’s previous activities, but Sirius was too busy falling even more deeply in love to really care as they laid down on their sides, tangling their legs together and smiling into each kiss. “Are you sure you’ve got one more in you?” he asked, half-teasing.

“Do you?” Remus hooked his ankle around Sirius’ calf and rolled on top of him, cradling his face in his hands as Sirius lovingly felt along every bump of his spine. He was still a little foggy from the mind-melting blowjob, to be honest—nonetheless, he felt a familiar pool of heat gathering low in his abdomen as Remus shifted.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Sirius murmured, slipping his fingers through soft caramel waves. “What do you want?”

“You.”

“You have me.”

“I want you,” Remus said again with more emphasis as he skimmed his hands under Sirius’ waistband. “My second goal only happened because of your perfect assist.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one who got it in—hmmm.” He rolled his hips and Remus’ warm palms squeezed his ass gently. Lips moved down his neck, pausing to nip a hickey on the hinge of his jaw. A shiver ran through him, and he felt Remus grin. “I love it when you do that.”

“I can tell.” Sirius moved his hands further down, but Remus reached up and pinned them to the bed by his wrists. “Nope.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. You asked me what I want, and I want you.” Remus loosened his hold and leaned back to scan his face. “Is that okay?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Consent is sexy.” Remus snapped the edge of his waistband lightly, looking around. “Do you know where the lube is?”

“What?” Sirius sat up on his elbows. “Wasn’t it on the bed?”

“I thought so, but I don’t see it anywhere.” After a moment of deliberation, Remus slid off his lap and began to straighten the sheets out, muttering under his breath. “It was here, right? I’m not going crazy?”

“Non, it definitely was.” Sirius got to his feet and joined the search, but he didn’t see the blue-tinted bottle anywhere. “Okay, you took it out of the dresser and hit your hand, then I put it here—” He tapped the right side of the bed. “—and I don’t think it moved much until after the thigh incident when we used it again.”

“Have we become those old people already?” Remus asked as he got to his knees and reached under the bed. “I’m 25, I can’t lose track of the lube yet. That’s got to be some sort of warning sign.”

“The only warning sign is that we’re both going to go to bed horny if we don’t find it,” Sirius grumbled, picking a dust bunny off his hand and shuddering.

“…not necessarily.”

He paused. “Fair point. Oh! Found it!” They must have moved more than Sirius remembered, because the lube had ended up wedged between the nightstand and the bedframe. “If I find any spiders down here, I’m going to scream.”

“Oh, you’ll be screaming alright,” Remus said as he flopped down on the bed and winked down at him.

“See, I know you love me when you still make sex jokes while I’m elbow-deep in dust because both of us are too lazy to move these and vacuum.” He groped around for a second longer before his fingers closed around a familiar tube and he drew his arm out. Unfortunately, something brushed against the back of his hand mere inches from the light and he shouted in alarm, scrambling away from the nightstand like it burned him.

“Are you okay?” Remus asked, looking mildly alarmed.

Sirius scooted forward slowly, all his senses on high alert as he retrieved the lube. “Oh my fucking god, Remus.”

“What?”

“A sock? Really?” He reached back in and grabbed the stray sock, shaking it out as evidence. “I thought this was a spider!”

Remus was clearly biting back a smile as Sirius threw the sock in the laundry hamper that was literally three feet from the bed. “I love you?”

“I love you, too.”

“Now that you’ve successfully completed your rescue mission, can I make it up to you?” He sat up on his knees and drew Sirius back in with two arms around his waist, leaning up for a kiss.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Sirius said as he obliged, allowing himself to be pushed into the mattress as Remus returned to his earlier position. The slight break had definitely had a negative effect on his general horniness, but it came back quickly enough under the heated touch of his fiancé. By the time Remus got around to sliding his pants down his legs, he was a puddle of bliss.

“Are you ready?” Remus asked, kissing the dip of his hipbones. “For real this time.”

“Hell yes.” Sirius handed him the lube and settled back into the pillows with a sigh, closing his eyes as the cap clicked and one of Remus’ hands pushed his thighs apart.

He took his time, mapping Sirius’ torso with kisses and love bites while his long fingers pulled and pressed in all the right places. It wasn’t until Sirius was keening on every breath that he finally slicked himself, distracting him from the initial pressure with a bruising kiss that seemed more fitting with the energy they had come to the house with all those few hours ago. “You’re so loud.” Remus grinned against his cheek when a particularly excellent thrust made Sirius moan.

“Says you,” he managed, nipping at his earlobe. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“How should we celebrate that beautiful assist?” Remus asked. Sirius was rather glad he sounded like he wasn’t expecting an answer, because at that moment his shaft slid against his prostate and the world went staticky for a second. “This seems to be working well enough.”

“You’re too coherent,” Sirius panted, gripping his waist tightly. “Merde, sweetheart, there—this night was supposed to be about getting you off.”

Remus’ quiet laugh was a little too tense around the edges to be as casual as he clearly wanted to make it and a sense of satisfaction joined the bubbling arousal in Sirius’ abdomen. “Believe me, baby, this is doing it well enough.”

“I can do better than ‘well enough’,” Sirius muttered, hitching his leg up and flipping them over to slide onto his lap slowly, relishing in the steady drag. He let his head fall back slightly and adjusted his knees into a better position. “Huh. This is actually kind of difficult after a game.”

“Told you so.” Beneath his hands, Remus’ chest was heaving, and he looked back down to see his eyes were wide.

Take it slow, he reminded himself. “At first I thought you were just being a baby about it, but apparently not,” he teased, pushing himself up a few inches before dropping down.

Thankfully, Remus didn’t immediately kick him out of the bed for bringing up the thigh incident. Instead, he cocked one eyebrow and started pushing his hips up to meet Sirius’ movements. “When have I ever been a baby about anything?”

Sirius pretended to think for a moment, then dissolved into laughter when Remus smacked him on the thigh. “Never, mon coeur.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Remus pushed him down with slightly more force and Sirius’ knees jerked inward reflexively. “Oooo, okay then.”

He did it again and Sirius’ back bowed, forcing him to prop his elbows on Remus’ chest. The sparkles faded from his vision after an indeterminate amount of time and he tried in vain to catch his breath, twisting a handful of sheets in his hand. “Close.”

“Close to what?” Remus’ voice was low and a little raspy, sending tingles down his spine.

“Close.”

“Not yet, you’re not. Can you sit up?” Sirius’ forearms nearly gave out, but he succeeded. Remus stopped moving beneath him. “Can you—can you loosen your grip a bit?”

“Huh?” Sirius blinked away some of the muddled dizziness; the snarky, dominant angles of Remus’ face had faded, replaced by discomfort. He frowned and let go of his shoulders, which he had been gripping for leverage and emotional support and—“Oh. Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, just a little tight,” Remus assured him, running his hands along Sirius’ waist and ribs. The marks on his skin where Sirius’ fingertips had dug in were light, all things considered, but guilt trickled in when he saw the placement. “Hey. I’m fine, baby, really.”

“I’m so sorry, Re. I should’ve been paying more attention—”

“Stop. Look at me.”

“I am looking at you.”

Remus squeezed his hips lightly. “Look at me, Sirius. I’m okay. It was not your fault. Honestly, I’m a little flattered that I could make you stop thinking.” He reached up and pressed his thumb between Sirius’ eyebrows to smooth out the worry crease.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Consent is sexy,” he reminded him. Remus smiled up at him, bright and brilliant and so beautiful, then closed his eyes as Sirius circled his hips. This closeness with Remus never failed to set him alight from the inside, no matter how they did it. He was exhausted from the game and from coming twice already, but he was afraid he’d simply burn up if he stopped moving now.

“Oh, fuck,” Remus choked out; one of his knees drew up against Sirius’ lower back, which tilted him at just the right angle to brush his sweet spot with every thrust. “Fuck, baby, yes.”

The last shred of awareness left in his mind registered a string of desperate sounds rushing from his lungs, half-syllables of Remus’ name between wobbling whimpers and pleas for more, more, more.

“Come on, come for me.” He knew that voice. That voice featured in all of his best dreams, starred in his favorite memories, and highlighted everything he needed. That voice brought him home when he was lost in the dark. “Sirius, come for me.”

A wave of pleasure ripple down his back and he came, gasping and writhing, distantly acknowledging Remus’ moan when he followed suit with a final push. His thighs were completely numb when he laid down on his back, turning to drink in the sight of Remus’ flushed profile in the low light. He could barely see the places his fingers had been before around the pink of his post-orgasm skin. “Can we skip the shower?” he asked after a moment of astonished silence.

Remus nodded, laughing lightly as he looked over. “Yes, we definitely can.”

“I hate going to bed all sticky, but I don’t think my legs are functioning anymore.”

Remus kissed the tip of his nose and rolled onto his side so their knees touched. “I would love to agree with whatever you just said, but your accent is so thick right now and my brain is gone, which is not the ideal combination.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Sirius murmured, kissing him chastely on the lips and wrapping an arm around his shoulders to pull him close. “C’est bon.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Remus yawned, snuggling closer and tangling their calves together.

“Hey.”

“Hmmm?”

“You played your first NHL game. And you scored two goals.”

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“I played next to you in my first NHL game.”

A slow, sleepy smile spread across Sirius’ face. “Yeah, you did.”

[choco-mark]

6 May ♡ ★ boyfriend!renjun

part of the Quarantine Diaries!!

“I said no getting into my pants,” you murmured, your hands stilling in the kitchen sink, settling the last plate down inside as Renjun kissed at your neck, nuzzling his nose against your skin every so often to let you know that he wanted you. “Not until I’m done, babe.”

He gave you five minutes, which was more than enough time to let you finish the dishes until you were in his arms, being carried to the safety of your shared bedroom. With the kick of the door behind him, he laid you down on the bed with a soft motion, allowing you to press your body all the way down.

“I missed you,” his lips went back to your neck, except this time, his kisses were harsher, leaving bruised marks lower and lower as you let out a breathless giggle from his words. “I missed you so much.”

“I haven’t really gone anywhere,” you helped him take off your shirt, allowing it to be thrown against the dresser as he zoned in on your bra. “I’ve been here the whole time, Junnie. Right here for you.” His hands grasped the waistband of your leggings, yanking them until they were at your ankles. “It’s not like I can go anywhere, anyway.”

“You’re so sexy,” you could tell he was beyond horny from those words, the way they spilled from his mouth so desperately; his bulge brushed against your core slightly, making the two of you groan at the feeling. “I love you so much, Y/N.” Normally, that wouldn’t have been his go-to wording when it came to senseless fucking between the two of you, but he seemed to have more in mind when you both were finally stripped completely, leaving him to gaze at you in awe.

“I love you too, Junnie,” you watched as he spread his hands over the skin of your stomach, rubbing the area softly before he leaned over, his eyes pouring into yours before he let his lips latch onto yours, taking your tongue against his. It was slow and sensual, somehow building up your arousal even more when he teased his cock around your folds, moving around in ease from the slickness. “Hmm—Renjun...”

He entered you with your bottom lip between his teeth, the delicious stretch making you throw your head back farther than it already was, your mouth letting out a breath you didn’t know you had suppressed inside of you. “Fuck,” your hands grasped his toned arms, feeling him pumping into you with a steady pace, nearly driving you insane from the pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight for me. Always so tight, so perfect,” Renjun’s mouth went to your breasts, sucking on one of the nipples with the other one in his hand, which he soon discarded to allow his mouth to take over from. His tongue lapped over your sensitive bud, and he looked up at you with your face completely wrecked from the pleasure, your eyes unable to stay on him as his pace continued. “You’re beautiful like this.”

A hand wedged down between where both of your bodies were conjoined, his thumb sticking out to rub rapidly at your clit, watching you being thrown under another crashing wave of overwhelming pleasure as he did so, feeling satisfied from your reaction. “Are you gonna cum, baby? Yeah?”

His words were breathless, his orgasm coming closer and closer as your back arching uncontrollably, your hand scratching down his back so hard that he’d have to admire the marks for long after that. “I-I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me, angel,” he cooed, his thrusts getting sloppier as his own cum spurted into you, filling you up deep inside as you released, your juices mixing with his as your walls dripped from the wetness. “God, baby, so pretty. You’re so fucking pretty like this, god, I love you—” His rambling was accompanied by him letting you both ride out your highs before he pulled out, taking his time to watch the liquid pour from your hole beautifully. “Pretty.”

It took you a few minutes until your breath was calmed to a normal pace, your eyes finally meeting his as he smiled down at you, a complete utter smile of pure love that you couldn’t help but chuckle at. “You’re so cute, Junnie.” You raised your hand to run through his hair, watching as he narrowed his eyebrows.

“I just made you scream my name and cum, and you’re calling me cute?” You nodded without hesitation, pulling his head back down to give him a sweet kiss. “Okay, yeah. Maybe I am cute.”

“Good to know you’re finally admitting it.”

[peralta-guaranteed]

*runs past, throwing a pegging fic at your head*

look I know I said I’d actually work on the smut prompts I got but this popped into my mind instead and I had to get it out

*runs off again*

(AO3)

She found him sulking in bed when she came home, a full two hours after he’d left the precinct in a bit of a huff as his shift ended - she wasn’t perfectly up to date with the detectives workload anymore ever since moving downstairs, but she’d still gathered from Rosa’s tense replies during their lunch date and Charles’ hurried goodbyes and hellos that they were all stressed from whatever they were working on.

Not least of all her husband, who seemed to have taken on far more than he could chew yet again with two new cases, on which he obviously insisted to be the primary and which had been driving him slowly mad with pressure as she noted from every evening that she came upstairs to pick him up for their ride home, muttering under his breath about context clues and bad intel as he packed his bag. Holt had actually sent him home earlier today to ‘settle his mind’, which he hadn’t taken in a particularly good way, as he basically stormed past her desk on the ground floor to tell her he’d be heading home, still stopping for a kiss and a heartfelt ‘see you tonight’ though - even stressed out he still had the manners of her perfect husband.

Right now, though, he was back to angrily shouting at Wario on the gamepad in his hands while she changed out of her uniform in front of the dresser.

Usually he’d give her a little joking leer and a wolf whistle when she did, or a flirty comment. But this time his attention seemed to be much more focussed on raging about the game, and she knew that as another sign of pent-up frustrations that definitely needed a better outlet.

So Amy had climbed up on the bed with him in her oversized shirt and fresh underwear (it was a hot summer, and she felt like soaking through everything in her dark, heavy uniform, so at-home-time was strictly relegated to as little clothing as possible), nudged the gamepad out of his hands carefully and pulled them around her waist instead with a smile and a soft wink.

And here they were now, slowly and languidly making out with her hands roaming all over him, and earning themselves a lot of little sighs from him whenever she massages a particularly sensitive spot on his sides, or between his shoulder blades after getting rid of his shirt. She can feel him melting into her even as she’s positioned on top, all of him lifting up to reach her whenever she moves just an inch away, his hand on her lower back softly pushing her down again. But most of all, she can feel his half-hard erection as she presses her thigh between his and his breath against her lips hitches for a second.

“Mh, babe…” he mumbles as she pulls away from him again and is faced with his hazy, half-lidded eyes, always a bit disoriented after a particularly good kiss. Maybe a little more so today - she can already sense the stress lift from him, but not nearly enough. And she knows just the perfect way to finally get him to really let go, even if he’d probably not admit it.

“I really want to fuck you.” She offers before another little kiss, and feels his trademark grin against her.

“Yeah I kinda figured this is where this was heading anyway…?” He jokes, but she only presses her thigh against him a bit more insistently.

“No, I mean.  I  want to fuck  you .”

“Oh.” The atmosphere in the room changes as he follows her words, and she can see his still hazy eyes darken just a bit. “Yeah.”

“Are you up for that?”

“Yeah.” He nods maybe a bit too eagerly as she smiles and leans down for a quicker kiss.

“Can you get yourself ready while I go get a dick?”

“I really want to know how many people on earth have ever said that particular sentence.” He laughs as she climbs off the bed again, but also reaches over to his bedside drawer where they keep the lube while she squats down in front of the dresser, unlocks the lowest drawer filled with the toys that aren’t on regular rotation in both their bedside drawers.

She’s met with the view of a completely naked Jake once she returns, his slicked up fingers already reaching past his still growing erection down to his hole, one finger pushing in with slow motions.

“So sexy.” She says, earnestly, yet he laughs again, a bit more breathless this time with his eyes closed. And he really is, no matter how many times he denies it whenever she tells him - he is sexy, both in his looks that can make her feel hot and cold at the same time even if he’s not intentionally doing anything, and in the sincere eagerness he has in going along with her, willing to try almost anything she might suggest, and being honest about his likes and dislikes about it all. It’s unlike any other relationship she’s had, and she has to admit it was quite surprising at first to find this much maturity in her usually so childish partner. But she’s glad for it, and for the many things they’ve discovered together (and quickly noted down in what Jake has titled her ‘sexy binder’, for which he was equally on board with - he loves her nerdiness just as much as her sexyness).

Things like this - Jake under her and giving all of himself to her control, letting himself fall in the knowledge that she’s going to catch him and treat him right. She’s figured out pretty quickly how much they both enjoy the whole pegging process - simple physical pleasure aside, it especially gets Jake into a mindset he needs sometimes, shutting off from the pressure of the world and just giving in and letting go of the reins into Amy’s care. The fact that it makes  her  feel incredibly empowered, and bonded with him in a new kind of trust is just an added on benefit. Right now, she knows it’s mostly the first thing that he really needs, essentially a ‘turn off and on’ reboot of his brain that is still fussing over everything he couldn’t leave behind at the precinct.  

“Can you do one more?” Her voice is almost husky just from thinking about it all, even more so from seeing him laid out before her like this.

A second finger joins the first in lieu of a response, and Amy has to swallow hard as she watches him spread himself open, paired with an already slightly laboured breath and the loveliest facial expression of tense anticipation. She knows the feeling of those fingers working away too well from between her own legs, although he seems slower and more careful now, of course.

She shakes her head to get back into the moment after watching the scene before her for a bit too long, her hand sliding down the inside of his wide-spread thighs to get his attention back to her too, as his eyes flutter open again.

“Which one?” She simply asks, holding up two of the dildos that fit into the soft harness they bought a while ago that seemed a lot less daunting than the heavy duty leather straps they found in most sex shops. (She’s as good at ‘toy’ store research as she is at any other research, though, and quickly found a far more comforting boutique with a saleslady who very eagerly explained anything she could, no matter how much Jake was blushing beside her.)

“Uh.” He stutters as his brain slowly comes back to reality. “The, uhm, the blue.”

“You like the little bulge.” She states matter-of-fact (a fact that’s definitely already in her sexy binder too), even as he still blushes about it while she discards the other one and affixes the toy he picked to her harness.

“Alright.” The lube he left on the nightstand is quickly spread over it. “Turn around?”

She wanted it to be a question, but he only gulps as he nods, far more used to commands in these kind of situations as his fingers slip out and he rolls over, lifts his hips up enough that she can wedge a larger pillow under them to keep him up yet off his knees, a pose they’ve found to prefer much more than the usual doggy style. She playfully squeezes his butt before spreading his cheeks a bit more, and he feels the slick tip of the dildo against him.

“Ready?” She asks more clearly this time, and waits for his short  ‘Yeah’  before pushing in.

He’s already done a good job getting himself open, but she still takes her time to slide in, back and forth with rolling hips, pulling out and pushing in just an inch more each time while she’s met with little moans from between his bitten lips with every push. It turns into a drawn out, quiet groan as she finally presses her hips flush against his backside, feels him tense under her. Her hands stroke up and down his rigid back, and wait for the feeling of his muscles finally relaxing under them and his breath returning to a more steady beat before she starts to rock into him at a soft pace.

It’s a lot to take in - both figuratively and literally, as the blue dildo between her legs is slightly bigger than their usual toys, but she could see the glint in his eyes when he picked it. She would love to know more about that - about how he really feels when she’s inside of him, if it feels the way it does for her when the roles are reversed, but it’s one of the few things happening in their bedroom he doesn’t like to talk about too much. There’s a sense of vulnerability still there, and an underlying fear, she suspects, of being judged for it - even if the notion of Amy judging Jake for anything that gives him pleasure seems laughable, she knows him too well not to notice. She still remembers the almost apologetic tremble in his voice when he first ‘admitted’ that he wasn’t new to anal sex, albeit completely new to it with a woman, and his nervous look to see her reaction.

“You’re doing so well, babe.” She mumbles soft affirmations while her fingers dig into the work-tense skin around his neck, leaning her weight onto him as she thrusts, feeling him grind up against her at the same speed, essentially humping the pillow under him as well. It’s a wonderful rhythm they always find, but something’s not quite right - not quite enough, she can tell both from her own response and the almost hesitant noises coming from him, moans and sighs that aren’t fully there yet, not where she wants him to be.

He whines when she slides out of him, though, and she can see in his one dark eye with a blown pupil staring at her from where his face is pressed into the pillows that his mind was still slowly working to get to that place. She almost feels guilty for pulling him away from it for a bit, but she also knows what will be much more helpful for him.

“Can you turn back for me, actually?” Her voice is apologetic before turning husky again. “I really want to touch you.”

He complies, of course he does, twisting around a bit more carefully now, shifting aside the pillow that was under his hips, and god, she still loves the view of it all as both her hands travel down his thighs and wrap around his now fully hard cock, eliciting a far more intense moan than before.

She knows he’s capable of coming untouched in their previous position, the friction of the pillow enough to bring him over the edge, and it’s a special kind of orgasm that wrecks through him then, but that’s not what she’s going for right now. And given how he bucks into her hands immediately, even while she pushes the strap back into him a bit faster than before, tells her he’s definitely on board with it all this, too.

And yes, from seeing his mouth drop into a basically constant o-shape as he moans louder with every thrust, his eyes half-lidded and with fluttering eyelashes, turning impossibly dark, and his breathing out of synch, she knows she’s right back on track. He grabs onto the covers after a particularly hard push, his other hand trailing down to reach hers, interlocking their fingers while her other hand lazily strokes him - not fast enough for any quick effect, but more than enough to feel him tense and react under her with every motion. It sets a slower pace than what they usually go for, but she wants to drag this out anyway, wants to continue watching him shift his hips under her to get more of her touch from both ends, hear those little whines and empty pleas that are a rare treat from his otherwise very engaged talk during sex.

“Ames”, he says surprisingly coherently still, and she pushes a bit harder to get him over that, “Ames can y- ahn! God! - can you take off yo-uhhn- your shirt…?”

She has to let go of both his hand and his cock to do so, but she doesn’t stop her thrusts while she pulls the shirt over her head, and is met with just pure adoration in his hazy eyes as they rake over her.

“Fuck, I love you.” he whispers between moans, and it’s enough to make her lean over to kiss him, his mouth hungry on hers and both his hands immediately cupping her breasts as she returns her hand to stroking him. Her tongue slips between his lips just as she pushes into him again, and the change of angle has him almost shout into her open mouth.

“Fu- Oh god- Amy- please-” She repeats the motion twice, quickly, and watches his eyes almost roll back as his face slackens.

“Finally found your sweet spot.” Amy can’t help but boast, but Jake doesn’t hear it anyway as she continues to hit him exactly right, and nothing registers anymore but for that sensation shooting through his body every time. Her hand on him speeds up as well, while his noises reach a level and pitch she barely knows from him, ending with a proper shout as she feels him tense and twitch in her hand as he cums, his whole body going rigid and his back arching off the mattress, shaking through his orgasm.

The movement of her hips slows, but never stops, not until he’s dropped back down into the soft bedding and tries his best to get his racing breath back into control, a few last shivers cursing through his body with every exhale. He looks downright obscene as she surveys him under her - his head still thrown back and throat pulled taut, blushing bright red and with his mouth hanging open through a few more gasps, his chest and stomach covered with his own spend and his softening cock in her hand twitching once more as she ever so slowly pulls the blue strap-on out of him.

Her fingers travel down from his shaft, circling his rim carefully - she knows, if she were to push in, she could probably work him up again in barely a few minutes, and has done so before to get her own ride of pleasure after it, but that’s really not what this time is about. So she pulls her hand away from him completely to a soft little whine, and climbs up and over to settle at his side after getting rid of the harness.

His arm wraps limply around her waist more on reflex than anything while his breathing finally calms, but his eyes are still fully hazy and half-closed. She wanted to turn his brain off for a bit, but she might have just turned it into complete mush with that last move, she fears before he turns his head to place a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” She shuffles up a bit to kiss him on the lips, surprisingly chaste for what they just did. It seems to have worked - the tension has gone out of the room completely, and he’s smiling all soft and dopey instead of the frustrated frown he was sporting earlier. “You know it’s okay to- you know you can ask for things, if you feel like you need them.” She tries to word it as carefully as she can, because what he makes up for in sexual maturity, he sure doesn’t bring all too well when it comes to talking about actual needs and worries.

“You don’t get much out of it, though - I don’t wanna…”

“Babe, you have  no  idea how much I get out of this.” She interrupts him before he can explain it away. “I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t like it. And I like seeing you like this so much.”

“By ‘like this’ you mean getting railed to death?” He can’t keep from joking, but she hides her responding grin with a more insistent kiss before whispering against his lips.

“I’d call it ‘blissfully fucked’ instead.”

“Yeah.” He whispers back without moving away from her. “That sounds better.”

She kisses him again, right back to the slow and languid pace that set all of this off, while his hand from her waist travels all across her backside with soft fingertips.

She knows she’ll have to bug them both out of bed soon enough for a shower - for obvious reasons - and he’ll most likely try to ‘make it up to her’ there, like he always does, but right now he seems perfectly content to just lay next to her, his mind as settled as his body limp between the sheets.