#you can't? use ONLY a waist loop??? you have to at LEAST have leg loops on your harness for adequate fall protection and for something like

[onewakingworld]

My three summers of challenge course facilitator training are SCREAMING at whatever is going on with Rory and Logan jumping off that tower

[lulublack90]

Prompt 1 - Incantation

@wolfstarmicrofic June 1, word count 855

A continuation that is definitely going to end up as a mini-series, (I can't help myself 🤣) of Summer Camp AU. It's been taking up space in my head since I wrote it and I need to write more so here we go 😁

First part

As they neared the wiggling legs, Sirius rushed forward and launched himself onto the back of a tall raven-haired boy with glasses. He wrapped his legs around his waist and demanded a piggyback.

“James, come meet Remus,” Sirius told James as he tried to turn the boy’s head away from the upside-down legs. James turned around and grinned a broad smile at Remus. 

“Hi, Remus, it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you. This is Peter,” he pointed at the base of the willow tree. “He’d say hello as well, but he’s a bit preoccupied at the moment.” James and Sirius burst into laughter as the feet kicked out angrily and a muffled voice shouted at them. Remus could only guess that it was a stream of profanities aimed at James. 

“Hi,” He said, shyly. He wasn’t used to talking to people his own age. He didn’t have any friends, and he’d spent most of his childhood talking to nurses. 

“Remus, you look like a smart fella,” James began speaking to him again, the smile on his face seemed to be a permanent fixture. “We really don’t want to have to go tell Minnie we did something dumb again, so do you think you could help us pull Peter out?” Remus looked at the slightly pudgy boy in the ground and hesitated. He wasn’t sure if he was strong enough. He’d always been frail, it was only recently since the doctors finally figured out what was wrong with him that he’d started to put on muscle mass. 

“I’ll-I’ll try,” He moved towards Peters's bottom half and inspected the hole. “I think we might need to dig a bit of the edge out, widen the hole. Maybe soften the soil with water.” He mused aloud.

“Remus, I think we’re going to get along famously,” James said as he awkwardly wrapped an arm around his shoulders. It took everything in him not to flinch away from the touch. 

“Let the poor boy go,” Sirius grunted as he pulled at James’s arm. They ended up tumbling to the floor as Sirius looped his foot around James’s leg, trying to find purchase. 

Once they’d dusted themselves off, they started working on freeing Peter. Sirius had found a sturdy stick that he was using to gently poke around where Peter was stuck, dislodging pieces of earth. James poured three bottles of water over Peter, and they grabbed Peter’s legs. 

Remus and Sirius had the left one and James had the right on his own. He tried not to think about how close Sirius was to him.

“Right ready? On three. One. Two. Three!” They heaved and he didn’t budge an inch. “Damn it! He’s not coming loose!” James huffed as he loosened his grip on Peter’s leg. 

“That’s because we haven’t said the incantation.” Sirius raised his stick, pretending it was a magic wand. “Bibbidi bobbidi boo!” He chanted and slapped the stick across Peter’s arse. The ground vibrated with Peter’s angry yelling. 

“Sirius!” James chastised. “Okay, let’s try again. On three. One. Two. Three!” They pulled as hard as they could and, with a grunt, Peter came loose. James helped him to his feet and tried to dust him off. Peter flapped his arms at James, slapping him away. 

“Thanks for getting me out,” Peter finally said as he rubbed dirt from his eyes. “Remus, you’re my new best friend.” Remus didn’t know what to say to that, so he just bobbed his head.

“What is all the commotion going on over here?” A stern voice said behind them. There were suddenly four very straight backs. 

“Minnie, my love, nothing’s going on. I’m just introducing Remus to everyone.” Sirius turned to look at the woman standing behind them and took on a relaxed stance and plastered on the most dazzling smile Remus had ever seen. 

“Mr Black, I have warned you about calling me by that name. It is Minerva or Ms McGonagall.” Sirius didn’t seem the least bit put off by her words. “Why exactly is Mr Pettigrew covered in dirt?” She asked, her nostrils flaring. 

“I’m sorry Ms McGonagall,” Peter began, apologising, “James and I were talking, and I wasn’t paying attention and fell in the hole. James, Sirius and Remus helped me out.” He smiled weakly at the second in command of the camp. 

“Uhuh,” She hummed, clearly not believing a word. “Mr Lupin,” She said, turning to Remus. He bristled at being addressed. “Welcome to Camp Hogwarts, I advise you not to get in too deep with these miscreants.” Sirius and James dramatically feigned outrage. She smiled warmly at him, ignoring James and Sirius. “If they give you any trouble come and find me.” She glared at the other three and spun around to yell at another group of boys dragging bedsheets around the camp.

“Don’t worry, Remus,” Sirius grinned at him. “We’re not that bad.” Remus followed the three boys into the cabin, thinking maybe the two weeks wouldn’t be quite as bad with the four of them. That was when Sirius turned around and winked at him. He felt his stomach flip. Or not.

Next part

[crochetedblorbos]

"Sorry, Elias, I can't hear you. There's a door in the way."

Character Name: Martin Blackwood

Fandom: The Magnus Archives [Podcast]

Voiced By: Alexander J. Newall (@rqbossman)

Yarn Used: Shoes: CraftSmart Value - Dark Almond Trousers: CraftSmart Value - Coffee Jumper: CraftSmart Value - Cornflower Skin: CraftSmart Value - Peach Hair: CraftSmart Value - Clay Ombre Glasses: Ashland Floral Wire - 22 Gauge/Iron/Silver

Basic pattern here.

Martin. My boy Martin. First character I put on this list before it was an actual list. (Why didn’t I do him first? Look…by the time I realized I had to actually do this, other podcasts were still ongoing and characters actively needed hugs.) It has been a long time since I have identified with a character so hard, and I love him so much. I couldn’t wait to get to hug him.

He differs from the base pattern as follows:

Shoes: I gave Martin loafers, or at least that was what I meant to give him. Therefore, I stopped with the shoe color at R6 (the final decrease) and switched to trouser color. I also knotted a small scrap of brown yarn on the tips and tied them in bows.

Trousers: So here’s the thing: Martin is fat. I know there are people who want to argue that the podcast never explicitly says the word “fat” - just things like “a bigger guy” and “roomy” and the like - and that that could mean he’s just tall or broad or muscular or whatever, but for fuck’s sake, there aren’t that many fat characters out there that aren’t punch lines, let me have this. Anyway, I am also fat, so I admittedly based a lot of my alterations on, well, me. And the first thing I decided was that Martin, like me, has trouble finding pants off the rack that fit him properly because everything that fits his waist has too long of an inseam, so I decided to give him cuffs on his pants by doing R7 as hdc in front loops of R6 only, then R8 as dc in the back loops of R6. I then continued as normal up through R17 and: R18: Ch 1, [sc in next 2 st, 2 sc in next st] 5 times around, sl st in first sc (20 sc). R19: Ch 1, sc in each st around, sl st in first sc (20 sc). R20: Ch 1, [sc in next 4 st, 2 sc in next st] 4 times around, sl st in first sc (24 sc). R21-29: Ch 1, sc in each st around, sl st in first sc (24 sc). After completing second leg, sl st to middle of inseam. Ch 4 and join to middle of inseam of opposite leg. R30: Ch 1, [sc in each st around leg, sc in each ch across] 2 times, sl st in first sc (56 sc). R31-32: Ch 1, sc in each st around, sl st in first sc (56 sc). R33: Ch 1, sc in first st, 2 sc in next st, [sc in next 3 st, 2 sc in next st] 2 times, sc in next 32 st, [2sc in next st, sc in next 3 st] 3 times, 2sc in next st, sc in next st, sl st in first sc (62 sc). R34: Ch 1, [2sc in next st, sc in next 2 st] 4 times, 2sc in next st, sc in next 32 st, [2sc in next st, sc in next 2 st] 5 times, sc in next 2 st, sl st in first sc (72 sc). R35: Ch 1, sc in each st around, sl st in first sc (72 sc).

Jumper: Let the record show that I bought this yarn specifically because it was the exact color I always had in mind in leaves when I referenced “the jumper Jon once offhandedly complimented him on”. I did it the same way I did Joseph’s hoodie, fpdc around each st in R34 and then continuing in sc, but I also decided to make his stomach a bit bigger as I went. Beginning with R39: R39: Ch 1, [sc in next 5 st, 2 sc in next st] 3 times, sc in next 32 st, [2sc in next st, sc in next 5 st] 3 times, 2 sc in next st, sc in next 3 st, sl st in first sc (79 sc). R40: Ch 1, 2sc in first st, sc in next 78 st, sl st in first sc (80 sc). R41-42: Ch 1, sc in each st around, sl st in first sc (80 sc). R43: Ch 1, sc in first 2 st, inv dec, [sc in next 4 st, inv dec] 3 times, sc in next 32 st, [inv dec, sc in next 4 st] 4 times, inv dec, sc in next 2 st, sl st in first sc (72 sc). R44-45: Ch 1, sc in each st around, sl st in first sc (72 sc). R46: Ch 1, [sc in first 4 st, inv dec] 12 times, sl st in first sc (60 sc). R47-48: Ch 1, sc in each st around, sl st (60 sc). R49: Ch 1, [sc in first 3 st, inv dec] 12 times, sl st in first sc (48 sc). R50-57: Ch 1, sc in each st around, sl st in first sc (48 sc). R58: Ch 1, inv dec around, sl st in first st (24 sc). R59: Switch to skin color. Ch 1, sc in back loop of each st around, sl st in first st (24 sc). R60: Ch 1, sc in each st around, sl st in first sc (24 sc).

Head: I decided Martin has no neck really, but a slightly square head/jaw. (It came out a bit chinless, honestly, but it works for him.) So the pattern went as follows: R61: Ch 1, [sc in front loop of first 3 st, 2sc in front loop of next st] 6 times around, sl st in first sc (30 sc). R62: Ch 1, sc in each st around, sl st in first sc (30 sc). R63: Ch 1, [sc in first 4 st, 2sc in next st] 6 times around, sl st in first sc (36 sc). R64: Ch 1, sc in each st around, sl st in first sc (36 sc). R65-R82: Continue as in base pattern. I also gave him ears like I did Alice. For hair, I did the loop method again, just…significantly shorter, so I had to do more of it. (Which was fine, really, it kept me occupied on a long car ride…)

Glasses: I didn’t wrap these in thread this time, but I did cut the wire long enough that I could double it up the whole way across, so it works well, I think.

Arms: Like with the legs, I decided to make Martin’s arms fatter than usual, so at R12 I chained 2 and then did a pattern of (hdc, 2hdc) around to open it up to eighteen stitches from twelve. I also extended them to 33 rounds to fit better with his body.

[raven-the-ghost]

HEY GUYS

I've been scouring the internet and I feel like there's some grand conspiracy

WHY IS IT IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO FIND ANTI-S.A. DEVICES?

in my searching I've seen a lot of promising ideas that went no where. other than that, the only thing I've been able to find is articles about why anti-rape devices are bad for feminism somehow I still don't entirely understand (like yes, we shouldn't have to use devices to protect ourselves, but we should be able to?)

HOWEVER I found literally one YouTube channel that tells you how to make belts out of bike locks. here's what I did: (it favors people with wider hips, so it's definitely not perfect and it's not enough)

1: put on a belt around your waist to a loop where you CANNOT take off your pants without undoing the belt (and also make sure it's comfy, sit at different angles, move around with it on)

2: measure the belt up to that loop. that measurement is how long your metal chain thing has to be. (KEEP IN MIND) this will not protect against all situations and will not make you entirely safe AND ALSO if you get hurt while wearing it, first responders may have a difficult time removing your pants. this is to say that you should find a chain thing of medium quality so paramedics can have an easier time cutting through, but abusers will be more deterred.

3: buy a lock. personally I wouldn't suggest a key lock as if you want to go to the bathroom, you will need the key on your person which makes it less effective. I like the locks that need a code, but *really* think of a good password (for example, if you are known for liking bacon, don't make your password pigs) I don't know the stats, but ppl you know are more likely to assault you, so if your friends can figure out your code it's not the best. also make sure your lock isn't too bulky to hide in your pants.

4: this is the slightly-artsy part, I haven't actually done this personally yet (I just got my "belt" part in the mail). make 2 incisions on the inside, one on each side of the button. (sidenote: choose sturdy pants that you like and also where the pants legs can't be rolled all the way up.) and if you can, reinforce the incision so the hole so it doesn't fray or get otherwise damaged.

5: loop the "belt" part through the inner beltline of your pants and lock it in the front. hopefully the lock should tuck into your pants.

this is not perfect and will not protect you from many forms of assault. for me, I ultimately decided it would be a good decision for me when I wasn't sure if something had happened while I was asleep. the idea is the belt would at least deter people/give me proof/raise hella red flags if it was clearly tampered with during the night. there are other situations I've thought of where it could have helped.

moreover, I'm so mad that this is all I've found. I've felt so unsafe since I was assaulted and a device like this would give me at least some emotional relief while I treat my anxiety. it is also extra time to think in the worst situation. I don't know. someone please add to the conversation haha

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forgotten Ties - Chapter 9 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Nim spent the entire day at school distracted by thoughts of Skye, which was both weird and annoying.

Skye was just so hard to figure out, every time Nim thought he had a handle on him, Skye would throw something new at him, leaving Nim puzzled all over again.

After school, he walked through the front door, planning to sit down and have a long chat with Skye but Joanne stopped him before he could get to their room.

The worried look on her face told him something was wrong.

"Skye's missing," she said.

"Missing?" Nim repeated. "What does that mean?"

"It means we went to check on him when he didn't come for lunch and we couldn't find him. We're not sure how long he's been gone. I looked around the neighbourhood and asked some people but no one's seen him."

"Shit," Nim murmured.

"Don't worry, I'm sure he's okay," Joanne said quickly.

"Maybe school was just too much for him. Could you help look for him? I know you can't go around the neighbourhood as a wolf but your sense of smell should still be useful in this form, right?"

"Yeah, maybe," Nim answered. "I've never tried tracking someone before but I'll give it a go."

The whole house carried Skye's scent but as soon as Nim stepped outside, the smell became more difficult to trace.

Even if his sense of smell was decent in this form, he couldn't exactly put his nose to the ground and sniff around without drawing unwanted attention.

He went to the park not because he could track Skye there but because it was the only nearby place they'd ever been together.

It took a few loops around, attempting to discreetly sniff trees in case Skye had climbed them, before Nim discovered a picnic table that definitely held Skye's scent.

He'd eaten tuna there.

At least that chased away any fears of unlikely scenarios in which Skye had been kidnapped from their home but Nim didn't really know where to go from there.

He wandered the neighbourhood, searching and sniffing the air, hoping to find something.

Had Skye decided he'd had enough of them?

Had he just... left?

Surely he'd at least say goodbye.

Surely Nim deserved that much.

But it was Skye, after all and he didn't always do what might be expected of him.

For hours, Nim's search proved fruitless and then, when it got dark, he looped back to the park.

He sat at the picnic table that smelled of Skye while he waited for the last straggling dog walker to leave, then he stripped, hid his clothes under the table and shifted.

In this form, with his nose to the ground, it was much easier to catch traces of Skye's scent.

He soon found the direction Skye had headed in when leaving the park.

For a while, it seemed like Skye had meandered up and down streets just like Nim had been doing for the last few hours but then Nim traced his path down a long road and he finally lifted his head as he caught a hint of Skye's scent in the air.

In front of him stood a construction site for an apartment block.

Nim shifted and jumped the fence.

Once he was on the other side, he sniffed the air and lifted his head to follow the scent.

It was too dark to see much but Skye was definitely here.

Skye's scent was all over the scaffolding but Nim wasn't about to climb that unless he absolutely had to.

He couldn't survive a fall like Skye could.

He headed inside the barebones building and found that the interior stairs had already been built.

He headed up.

A few floors up, scrunched up on the stairs, he found a pair of workers' pants covered in dried paint and put them on.

They weren't long enough for his legs but whoever their original owner had been must have been large in other ways because they fit around his waist.

He continued up the stairs.

Nim had no trouble smelling Skye now.

He was definitely on this floor.

He still smelled of tuna a little bit.

Nim followed the scent until he spotted Skye sitting on an open edge of the building, silhouetted by moonlight, his legs dangling into empty air.

"Skye," Nim said again.

When there was no response, he reached out and gave Skye's shoulder a gentle shake.

"Skye."

Skye startled and his head snapped towards Nim, his eyes locking on Nim's face.

There was an emptiness to them, like that first day they'd met.

Nim squeezed his hand down on Skye's shoulder.

"You still in there? Come on. It's Nim, remember?"

Skye blinked a few times, his brow tensed, and then intelligence rushed back into his eyes.

There was recognition in them when he looked at Nim now.

Skye lifted a hand and pressed it against the side of his head.

"Shit."

Nim's hand was still on Skye's shoulder.

"You okay?"

Skye nodded.

"I'd started to drift away."

"That thing you do where you sleepwalk through life?"

"Hmm," Skye said. "I didn't mean to."

"It happens that fast? Just a few hours alone, and you're gone?"

"Not normally. I've been on my own for days before and I've been fine. But if I'm stressed... yeah, sometimes. I just wanted to be alone and I thought it would be okay. I don't want to leave."

Nim dropped his hand from Skye's shoulder.

"Well, I found you. You're back now. Are you ready to go home?"

"Can we just sit for a little while? Together?"

"Sure."

Skye leant in against Nim and then turned his head to press a soft kiss against Nim's shoulder.

"Thank you for coming to find me."

"Yeah, of course," Nim said as warmth flooded his belly.

Skye had said things that were a little questionable in the past but Nim had never really read any meaning into them.

This, though, this moment, this atmosphere.

This felt like something.

Nim leant down and pressed a kiss against Skye's cheek.

Skye turned and looked at him with his big, green eyes and for a moment Nim thought Skye was about to ask him what he was doing, about to call him weird but then Skye gave a single nod.

"Good."

Skye nodded again as he settled back in against Nim's side.

"As it should be."

"Yeah, well, maybe. The more I have, the more they can take away from me. They already took my mum. I was trying not to get attached to anyone but here we are."

"If you don't let yourself have things in case the humans take them away, haven't you already let them take them from you?"

Nim found himself smiling.

"When did you get so wise?"

"I can be wise. I've been around a long time, you know."

"So you keep saying."

"Because it's true."

"I believe you. And... yeah. Maybe you're right."

"I am sometimes," Skye said, kicking his legs in the empty air.

"I've lost a lot too, you know. My whole life is just losing things. I don't want to lose you but I might. It might not even be anyone's fault. It's just the way that I am. It could have happened tonight."

"Well, if that happens, I'll just have to come and find you again."

"Yeah. You're a wolf. You can find people, so I can't go missing."

"Yeah."

Nim wrapped his arm around Skye and pulled him in closer against his side.

"We'll be all right."

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 45

*Warning Adult Content*

Long Distance - Knox

Knox stirs awake to find the other side of the bed cool and empty. 

He's tangled in brightly colored blankets that don't match those he's used to sleeping with back at the clubhouse.

He frowns at the absence of Everett's familiar warmth.

Panic sets in for a split second, a reflex born from months of shared space and whispered promises but then he remembers where he is... Everett's house.

There isn't any danger, not yet at least.

Knox figures Everett is likely up and about doing something with his father.

The thought replaces Knox's frown with a soft smile knowing that he successfully obtained Gary's blessing to be with his son. 

One parent down, one more to go.

Pushing off the comforter, Knox swings his legs over the edge of the bed and shuffles towards the bathroom.

He chuckles to himself while admiring the meticulous organization of Everett's toiletries, each item neatly arranged on the sink's spotless countertop.

A quick shower and mint toothpaste clear the final remnants of sleep, which brings Knox back around to the fact that he has no idea the kind of chaos... if any... today will bring.

But what he hopes is to be able to spend more time alone with Everett.

Knowing their luck, the mini vacation they're on is bound to end at any minute.

Wrapped in a towel that barely fits around his waist, Knox wipes away the fog on the mirror, pausing at the sight of the now healed stab wound near his belly button.

A grim trophy from his nearly fatal scuffle with Ghost.

Nothing like a kitchen knife to the gut to help remind you just how short life truly is.

Not many have come close to being able to end Knox's life like that.

He's still pissed at himself for not being at the top of his game that night.

Another wrong move and Everett would be in The Jackal's possession right now instead of The Fallen Angels.

'Snap out of it. That bastard is dead and you're still alive. Everett is still alive. That's all that matters.'

Reaching for the hairbrush, he stops midway and is snapped back to the present by the ringing of his cell phone.

He curses under his breath while exiting the bathroom, water droplets trailing down his tanned skin.

He picks up the phone on the third ring, the caller ID flashing Gavin's name.

"Yeah?"

"Sorry to interrupt but I need to keep you in the loop of what's been going down over here."

"Like what?"

"The Jackals hit us back for burning down their brothel and construction business," Gavin says grimly.

"Fuckers shot up our funeral home and motel."

Knox's grip tightens around the phone.

"Shit. Any casualties?"

"Not this time, brother."

Exhaling a heavy breath, Knox processes the news with a tight nod even though Gavin can't see it.

Relief is a fleeting emotion as he moves to sit at the foot of the bed, the cell-phone pressed hard against his ear.

His free hand digs into the mattress on reflex, his voice low and coated in anger that this day with Everett must end before it can even begin.

"I'm guessing you held church already."

"Yeah."

"So what are we doing about this? What's the plan?"

"I sent a few men out to check on Russell's cabin again. I think he's added more guards to his roster."

"What makes you think that?"

"The security footage from the motel. They weren't all Jackal's. Some moved like trained soldiers, real military type."

"Fuck. Now what?" Knox questions, his patience slipping.

"Please tell me you have a plan forming or already made, Gav. Because that fucker Ghost clearly didn't lie about that place being packed with security. I hate to say it but The Jackal's outnumber us. We just don't have enough men to..."

"You're telling me shit that I already know, Knox," Gavin snaps, then sighs.

Knox can almost see him running a hand down his face.

"Our only way forward is for me to reach out and make a few phone calls to The Jackals clientele that we pulled off that USB. Might have to start blackmailing folks in exchange for more manpower and weapons sooner than I wanted to."

"This is so fucked," Knox grumbles.

The thought of going against an army with their numbers leaves a bitter taste in Knox's mouth.

"I hate that it's come to this."

"Me too, brother. Trust me."

"Look, I just got out of the shower. Everett and I will be back at the clubhouse soon. We can discuss this further in person."

"Sounds good. How are things going over there with the kid anyway? No issues?"

"Everything's quiet," Knox reported.

"Our guys that I put on to watch the area haven't seen any rivals around Everett's parent's and friend's houses for weeks."

"Well, that's good to hear."

"Yeah but it's starting to make me wonder if Russell still has Everett on his radar."

"Hmm. Right. I can see how that looks suspicious."

"I'm trying not to overthink shit. Bad things happen when I overthink."

Gavin chuckles.

"I know. But you and the kid are good, though? Josie has been itching for the latest tea... her words, not mine."

"We're good," Knox laughs, a sheepish grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I met his dad last night and he approves. His stepmom's out of town, though, so I'll have to win her over another time."

"Good luck with that," Gavin chuckles before adding...

"Hey, can you grab some strawberries and peanut butter from the grocery store on your way back? Josie's pregnancy cravings are acting up again."

"Thanks, brother. See you soon."

The muted click of the call ending is barely audible as Knox tosses his phone aside, rising to his feet in a smooth motion.

The aroma of freshly cooked eggs and bacon wafted into the room, announcing Everett's arrival before he fully crossed the threshold.

"Hey, you."

Cradling two steaming plates, Everett approaches Knox with a soft smile and a questionable look in his eyes.

"I hope you're hungry because I kinda made too much..."

"Morning, kitten."

Knox's heart makes a small leap at the gesture, a loud notice of the domesticity they've slipped into so easily.

He accepts one of the plates with a kiss and a thank you whispered against Everett's lips.

They settle at the foot of the bed to eat and in between bites, Everett mentions the conversation he just had with his stepmother, Sarah.

"She was really looking forward to meeting you," Everett says.

"She told me to tell you that you'll have to come around for dinner again when she gets back."

"I don't mind," Knox says.

"I'm actually looking forward to it."

"You sure you're ready for another interrogation so soon? My dad's wasn't enough for you?" Everett teases.

Knox chuckles, shaking his head as he spears another forkful of eggs.

"I'm happy to do whatever it takes to keep you by my side, kitten."

As quickly as it arrived, the light and humor faded fast from Everett's expression, his gaze shifting away.

"Hey, what happened just now?"

"It's nothing."

"Don't lie to me. We're in too deep with each other to fuck around like that."

Everett's nervousness is almost palpable.

Knox sets their plates aside, his concern growing.

"Talk to me, kitten."

"I just have a lot on my mind today," Everett murmurs, still avoiding eye contact while his fingers pick at a loose thread on his jeans.

"We haven't... my dad and I talked about school and it reminded me that... well, I don't really know how we'll handle the long distance when I'm back at school. And I'm afraid you'll get bored with me once I stop being the shiny new thing in your life."

"You so fucking wrong it's almost laughable."

Knox captures Everett's hands in his own, his voice solid.

"What else do you need from me, Everett? What else do you need me to do or say to make you believe that I'm fucking serious about you? About us?"

"Knox, I..." Everett's lips part but before another word can form, Knox rushes on.

"Do you need me to get your name tattooed on me? I'll fucking do it. I'll do whatever it takes to get you to believe that I believe in us for the long run. I knew this shit wasn't going to be easy once I realized I was falling for you but it is what it is. We're here now. I'm here."

"I know."

"Do you really?"

"I do, Knox. I do."

"Then stop wasting your time worrying about shit that doesn't matter. I'm going to be here when you leave and I'm going to be here when you get back. Distance doesn't mean a thing to me, kitten. I know how to drive."

A choked laugh escapes Everett, his eyes welling up with tears.

"Shut up."

"I'm serious."

Knox grins, squeezing his hands.

"Whenever you want me to come see you, I'll come see you. I don't care how long the drive takes."

Everett nods but Knox can see the gears turning in his head.

Before he can delve any deeper, Gary's call from upstairs pulls Everett away once more, leaving Knox alone in the room with his thoughts.

He takes the opportunity to get dressed, unable to deny that he isn't majorly concerned about Everett's emotional reaction.

Knox has never been one to back down from a challenge, especially not when it comes to Everett.

Despite having never felt this way about anyone else before, he's willing to give what they have a proper chance to grow into something beautiful.

Something that, maybe with a little more time, can mature into a forever kind of love.

When Everett returns minutes later, he's sporting a poker face of indifference.

"Dad went to help the neighbor out with his lawnmower. He said to tell you that you're welcome to stop by for a drink any time."

"Okay, great. Now back to you. What else is on your mind?"

Knox walks over to him, one hand cupping his face and tilting it so their eyes meet.

"You're not making this easy for me, kitten. I'm trying my fucking best here."

"I know you are."

"I'm not a mind reader."

"I know that too, Knox."

"Then fucking talk to me," Knox pleads.

"Tell me what else is bothering you besides the long distance shit. I know you're holding more back."

"I-I don't want to do this here."

Everett grabs Knox's hand and kisses it before lowering it from his face.

"Can we just go? I'm sure Gavin needs you for something club related. I can't keep you away forever."

"Does it look or sound like I'm in a fucking rush to get back there?"

"Knox, please."

"Everett..."

"I'll be outside in the truck. Turn out the light when you leave."

Everett dashes up the stairs like the house is on fire, not allowing Knox to get another word out.

Frustration hits the man like a wrecking ball.

It almost sends one of Knox's fists through the drywall until he once again remembers that this bedroom isn't his to destroy.

Gary certainly wouldn't appreciate that.

"Fuck it. Can't say I didn't God-damn try," Knox mutters to himself while gathering his cell phone and other belongings.

He then marches out of the room without looking back or turning off the light, his attitude worsening with every step that he takes.

His manners remain, though, and he returns Gary's wave from across the street.

But Knox's faux smile is gone by the time he climbs into his truck and takes off down the road.

He hits multiple buttons on the stereo until eventually stopping on a song with loud bass and drums.

"We're not going straight home," he says.

"I need to make a run by the grocery store to grab something for Josie. Anywhere you need to stop on the way back?"

With his head resting against the passenger side window, Everett quietly replies...

"I'm good."

'Liar.'

Jaw clenched with one hand gripping the steering wheel a bit too tightly, Knox turns the music up louder and ends the conversation there.

[mintmatcha]

okokok idk if you’re into this but bakudad who develops an oral fixation after you have kids…maybe a lactation kink 💀

CW: lactation, afab who has a biological baby, established marriage between bakugo and reader, petname of baby, praise and worship

listen this usually isn't my thing. but AAAAAAAAA

"This guy-" Bakugo points with his chin to the room across the hall. Even with the door closed you can hear the distant sound of waves; your high maintenance child can't sleep without his sound machine. Drool is smeared all across the front of Bakugo's hero costume, but he doesn't seem to notice; he's already pressed against your back, planting kisses up your shoulder. "-lives the fucking life."

You shrug him off with a giggle, trying to shed your clothes for the day. You can barely undo your bra's hook with how your husband has draped himself over you. "You're really jealous of a baby?"

"Fuck yeah I am!" your bra is barely off when he flicks one of your nipples with a gloved finger, rough enough to make you whimper and squirm. You're sensitive, much more so than before the baby, and Bakugo can't help but revel in the information, "Sucks on these for 20 minutes and then goes to sleep. That's my ideal life."

His hands move, looping under your arms before cupping your breast upwards, squishing them together until the flesh bulges between his fingers.

"Been so long since I've even had these pretty little things in my mouth." He lets them fall, the rumble of a chuckle filling his chest as he just admires the jiggle.

The attention is appreciated, of course, but aches.

"Ow, Katsuki!"

"Oh, that didn't hurt, you drama queen." he does it again, lifting up your breasts, shaking them in his palms, and then letting them fall. He sighs wistfully at the sight. "I used to fucking manhandle those puppies and you always loved it!"

"Yeah, but now I'm-" You gesture vaguely to your chest.

"A pussy?" he finishes for you.

"Producing food for my child!" You manage to break away from him and go to scurry away, but Katsuki catches you by a belt loop and tugs-- spinning you around to face him in one fluid motion. Muscle memory guides his grasp, perfectly finding your hips without ever breaking eye contact.

"Our child." His voice is deep and grave as he presses his nose against yours, but the smile on his face betrays his humor. "Don't act like I didn't put that brat inside you."

You fake a gasp at his audacity (calling your little angel a brat!) and lean back in his grasp, avoiding his searching lips. He follows with a growl, dipping lower and lower until you're bent almost uncomfortably backwards to catch your mouth against his. It's a ghost of a kiss: so unusually soft, so un-Bakugo that you almost don't notice the way his hands sneak up your body, the thick, burnt bits of fabric that have eaten through his gloves scraping up your skin.

Almost.

"Katsuki." His hands freeze a whisper away from the curve of your breast.

“Come on- I had a long day,” he huffs and puffs, but doesn’t move, waiting for your approval, “At least lemme kiss’em.”  

He drops to one knee, craning upwards until only the hot, wet puff of his breath dancing over your skin. He’s clutching your waist tightly, hands drifting to your ass to hold your hips against his chest, firm enough you couldn’t wiggle away if you tried.

“Just a little kiss. That’s it. No tongue or nothing.”  when you don't immediately protest, he pushes up, straightening his leg enough to peck one of your nipples, just as nicely as promised, but the immediate, unhinged groan vibrates across your skin. “They’re just so fuckin’ perfect. I just gotta-”

Another kiss, harder this time, with the faintest hint of suction, catches right off center of your nipple, followed by the pearly nip of his canines. It hurts, but the way he worships, the absolute admiration and love in each touch, has your pussy immediately aching. Before you can scold him, he's pulled away, watching your body with a hazy look.

“Goddamn." Bakugo presses himself harder into your other breast, hand cupping underneath, fitting as much flesh into his mouth as possible.

"Be gentle-"

He suddenly pulls away, those crimson eyes wide as he looks up at you and lios parted in a gasp. There's the slight sheen of wetness clinging to his bottom lip, not quite translucent... almost-

Milky.

When you try to step back, his fingers tighten, pushing upwards and in-- and the change of pressure, followed by a warm, thin trickle, immediately surprises you. You can barely will yourself to to look down and see it; the way you're spilling on yourself, down his knuckles. A single drop has rolled down to your ribcage, no longer warm but uncomfortably cold.

"Oh fuck." he mumbles. You almost apologize, flustered by your own body, when the flash of his tongue, swiping across his lower lip, sends a shiver down your body. He licks again, then again with long, thorough swipes to makes sure he gets ever single bit. "Oh fuck."

"Katsuki-!"

Bakugo bends over, burying his head into the droop under your breast, tongue immediately catching the lost droplet. Then, he guides himself back up, carefully following the already wet skin all the way up to his own gloves. You expect him to stop, but his tongue digs into the fabric before his mouth latches on, hungrily suckling every drop he can from his own hand. He stays like that for a long moment, eyes still closed in focus when he breaks away, a long spring of spit connecting his mouth to his knuckle.

"Why didn't you tell me-" he whispers it, half drunk on just the experience, hips grinding against your leg, "-That this shit was so fucking sweet?"

His mouth finds your nipple again and he sucks. Hard enough his teeth dig in, hard enough you're sure you'll bruise, hard enough his mouth almost immediately fills- when he moans, there's a hint of a wet gurgle. You're not sure if he even realizes he's moving against you, hips rutting in an off kilter rhythm.

It feels right in all the wrong ways, and yet you can't help put pull him closer, fingers buried in his blonde hair.

"God, no wonder you were being fucking whiney-" Bakugo rests his chest against your sternum, burying his head between your tits with a sigh, "There's so much of this shit. You sure our son's even eating?"

"Fuckin'-" he muffles the rest of his sentence into the plush of your body. When he pulls away, you watch his adam's apple bobs as he swallows, an unfamiliar, drowsy look plastered over his face.

You scratch your nails down his scalp with a whine, "I just make a lot!"

"Well, don't worry," He kisses up the valley, then moves to your other breast, tongue wasting no time. "I'll happily make sure you'll never get that full again."

[sunlessea]

he's a reactive sort. surprising, it thinks, for someone so supposedly steeped in romanticism ... and thus, one would assume, the erotics that come with them. but it shouldn't be, really. there are precious few who would ever deign to touch someone like him, so undesirable are the thinbloods to those of stronger blood. only the cast-offs, the caitiffs, willing or no, are beneath his station, but so too often do the groups overlap. among their world of darkness, its actions here are blasphemous in a way that is beyond any human-dreamt god : but it is a master of the bazaar, so it can touch whomever it pleases, when it is given their permission to do so. and he does ... imagine that. he's not subtle.

"silly thing," it purrs, equal parts amused and genuinely admonishing, as if there were a genuine note of disgust buried 'neath its lips curled into smile 'gainst their neck, where their breath starts and stops in irregular intervals. how very human of them. "your heart has no value. you're one of us, no matter how despessionately your feeble body may cling to its humanity. you may be trapped in limbo, but you've lost something preciman in the transition. you fabricination stories just like me. your love is a dreantasy." it doesn't voice what it means, and rather than clicking its tongue to drive its point home, it starts to trail it along his neck instead, moving from his pulse point to the top of his shoulder, and then the back. they're warm, but not hot : cool, but not cold. its teeth follow the line it makes too, marking him lightly enough only to indicate it had been there. but they will fade before the neath's false morning. and reactive he is, every bit as it'd expected. each gasp leaves its nails digging harder into his waist, holding him steady where it slowly starts to bow behind, onto its knees.

of course, it reaches a point it can't trail 'long his body without removing his shirt. but that would be a little too much, it thinks. instead, it deftly untucks the fabric, pushing it up enough that it is able to press lip and tongue to the slither of exposed back this affords it. "you should be. i am not your usual company... but i am not kind. do not forget what i am, little star. moonawning at an eclipse will still leave you blind."

really, it should fire them for this misconduct. the mr pages that london proper knows would never stand to have someone in its employ moaning on the job, least of all at the behest of the aroused shivers it catches them attempting to swallow back. endless would its punishment be for their gall to have a master on its knees, more-so were that master itself. but they're savoring it : it's not blind to that. it would have to be, not to see. its teeth press harder into the subtle curve of his waist, where its hand teases the hem of his shirt all the way to wrapping around him again. its other hand trails 'round the leg it now clings to, slipping 'tween their thighs to hold them and pull them just lightly, closer. its teeth pierce his skin : a little, but not enough. the few droplets of blood that reach the surface are paltry, barely a sting on its tongue.

no sooner does he invite it to do so than it begins to work with the intricacies of his belt, pulling edge from buckle, and then leather from loop. the clatter of it against the floor is too quiet to be heard from its office, indeed. so too, its amused and somewhat dazed purring continued now against the surface of his skin. "my stars crave endless. you are a light, but i am a void. be carautious what you wish for," it murmurs, hum in the lilt of its voice. it is lighthearted, still, where it unhooks the button, and then the zipper, and finally, it is able to use the very same hand to slip claws 'neath his slacks and garments alike. just enough, under the bands, where it can slide them down. now, its kisses grow harder, again, following the curve of their body from the side of their waist, lower to their hip. it exposes them a little past this, too, tongue once again teasing at their flesh. higher, lower again, softer, then harder. licks turn to nips, and bites to marks on the outside of their thigh. "you're swooning, stea ofilită..."

he's not unused to the pitiful or snotty side-glances he's regularly spared, when coming across another of their kind : one of his betters, he's made to understand, for having crossed the boundaries to a new unlife with stronger blood than he. but they have the luxury very few kindred subject to the irrigo-poisoned caverns of their sunken city, he believes, can afford—the capability of traversing the surface in dim daylight, to eat and indulge on some rare occasions without the threat of nausea, to merely pass as sickly rather than that of a walking corpse, with little need for their spells and sorcery. it helps, of course, those frequent days where he is not quite so lucky but is far too careless ... but there are perks to be had in his bastard blood. being something no kindred would rightfully touch, but too off-putting for kine to consider, the pitter-patter of their struggling heart comes as no surprise : nor is the added strain, their love blossoming seeming to finally come to fruition. he couldn't be happier—even if it was ... unprofessional, at best, to imply.

its claws catch the skin 'gainst their waist, the slope of his hip, and it is quite pathetic indeed how sharp he stands up straight, and where he fails to stifle his gasp.

" m ... my heart, i'd hope. " impossible a task is it to keep their voice from shaking, try as he might to steady it. no shallow, ragged breath is enough, nor is it enough to hold back their own amusement : lips quirking and laughing under their breath from an uncharacteristic sort of anxiety they feel swelling in a growing pressure 'gainst their chest. " or rather, what lies within it ... be it my blood, close to kine, or its stories. " they can't really settle themselves in any way they're used to, short of kneading their hands incessantly. he isn't even sure, really, if it understands how much it affects him ... shivering the same with its lips 'gainst his ear as he does when he tilts his head back, obedient and eager. they can feel its hair drape 'gainst their shoulders, over them, where it still remains cloaked, and the closeness almost makes them feel faint. that's almost as embarrassing as the heat they feel flooding their cheeks, however deep it settles, or how faint the hue. " flavored with as much tragedy as there is love overwhelming, i don't guess it is just the taste you're after. "

its all they can hope, that it isn't the sort to take offense to their anxious giggling, one step below outright swooning for it the moment they feel its lips start to trail with their hands. a blessing alone it holds him so close : he's dreamed of moments just like this, though perhaps, with less of his own lousy commentary. his voice can hardly raise past a whisper, something that feels far too intimate when he offers it reassurances and begs himself not to shudder. " i'm not afraid of you. " it feels ... good. though in truth, they cannot tell whether it is because it is itself pressed full 'gainst his back that makes pleasure spark and sputter or because he has since been so deprived of any sort of intimacy since his untimely transition to the dark.

" you're ... much kinder, than most. " he murmurs, kneading drawing to a halt where he swallows, hard. he has always been so careful with it, in everything he's ever written, spoke, begged it find between the lines—never quite so open. " more than my usual company. " he knows how it sounds, but he cannot word it any differently : nothing like its implications, his ambitions oft dragged him towards those most unsavory ... at best, the worst were those who worked just as underhandedly as he did. what more can he do, but express what little appreciation he's able where his thoughts offer no hope for clarity? there's a haze that starts to settle over his head, the very moment he feels its tongue. " if i feared succumbing thus to madness, i would not be here, longing as i have. "

" m-mm ... " oh, he is doomed. how unprofessional his demeanor aside, he's shocked he isn't fired on the spot for the groan he only just manages to stifle, eyes fluttering closed just to savor the feeling. they didn't think it was capable, truly, of behavior quite so uncouth...but suppose there's no reason why it couldn't be, he just never lent much thought that he would be the one succumbing. " i — i'm okay ... i'm okay— " it almost comes out like a whine, when their lips first part and when they plead. " take what all it is your stars crave. " this is absolutely not counting for overtime, is it?

[astridthevalkyrie]

A Scene Popped Into My Head But Instead Of Writing A Whole AU I’m Just Going To Write That One Scene <3

—> Scene Capture Fics Masterlist

—> Today’s Feature: Papa Levi!

—> a/n: not me giving myself baby fever lol. also this one is named papa levi to differentiate from dad levi which was a modern au. nothing i do makes sense, you'll get used to it. kinda wish i had the patience to post fics in the morning instead of posting them when it's close to midnight.

The sound of shrieking has a deep-seated panic running down Levi's back—he's awake in a flash, sitting up with clammy palms. Sleep has come easier since he left the military, but easi-er didn't necessarily mean easy, and he thinks he's going to at least be a light sleeper for the rest of his life.

It takes him a moment to breathe out, to remind himself that he doesn't live in a world where people get eaten by giants anymore, and that he is in fact safe in his own bed, located in the bedroom above his tea shop.

And that the extremely loud crying is not coming from a soldier, but rather from his infant daughter sobbing her heart out in the other room.

His eyes flit to you as your eyes begin to open as well, grogginess covering your features. As you're about to lift your head from the pillow, he presses his lip to your temple, tiredly murmuring, "I'll take care of her, you rest."

He finds it slightly cute that during the first few weeks, insistent upon being a doting mother, you would always fight him on this matter, but now that the exhaustion has hit you well and proper, you barely mumble out a quiet thank you before drifting off again.

Meanwhile, Levi makes his way towards the nursery that the two of you built from scratch, seeing his daughter waving her cloth-covered fists around in every which way, flailing as she cries. The sight pangs his heart, a part of why he never minds getting up to do this. If there's an opportunity for him to help soothe his baby daughter, then why wouldn't he take it?

"Hey, hey, shh." He brings her into his arms, rocking her up and down, ignoring the pain in his leg at the motion. He'd elected to leave his wheelchair in the bedroom, intent on making sure she was alright first. "You'll wake up your mama, and then I'll have two girls to put to sleep."

This logic apparently doesn't really make a difference to the little one, as she continues to wail, although her sobs do begin to quiet once she realizes the familiarity of being in her father's arms. Levi's head hurts at the thought of how protective he knows he's going to be—how protective he already is, always nervous when anyone aside from you or him wanted to pick her up. It's not that he doesn't trust anyone, he just can't stand the thought of her getting hurt because of a mistake on his or anyone else's part.

Gently pressing his lips to her forehead, he shushes her gently. The little jet black curls that match his tickle his nose, but he kisses them too, finding every part of her to be adorable. Beautiful.

Slowly but surely, she falls back asleep on his shoulder, and Levi sets her back down, only stopping to press one last kiss to her nose.

With everything that has happened, he's not sure he deserves this—a home, a family, stability—because why should he get this when so many other didn't? But he can't very well refuse it, because...well, because he doesn't have that kind of willpower anymore.

When he slips back into bed, you curl into him automatically, one arm looping around his waist. "Next time," you slur, hardly awake but not yet asleep, "s'my turn, kay?"

"Kay," he whispers teasingly, closing his eyes and hoping for pleasant dreams.

[writing-wh0re]

Can you write a less serious smut where George and y/n are doing it in his dorm at night and their trying not to wake up his roommates? Or one where they're just friends but he just randomly kisses her one night and it leads to more..? I can't choose which one I want more😀

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests. 

George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,304. 

Warnings: Smut18+, Daddy Kink, Unprotected Vaginal Intercourse, Fingering, Semi Being Caught In The Act. 

Characters: Nova is my own character - please do not copy or steal. 

A/n: I tried to give you both options! I hope you enjoy x

I sit in the common room, Nova by my side as she attempts to explain her Herbology assignment to me. 

“Nov, I have zero idea about this class and the concept just confuses me.” 

“What are you confusing dear Y/n about this time Nova?” 

“I’m attempting to explain what is going to be on tomorrow's quiz but Y/n just wants to wing it.” 

“I don’t see an issue with that.” George states as I nod in agreement. 

“See, George probably wings it all the time.” 

“What was the last grade you received for this class George?” 

“It started out as a poor.” Nova tuts, looking at me with a ‘what did I tell you.’ look as George chuckles continuing, “However, I spoke to Professor Sprout who bought my grade up to an Acceptable.” 

“George, I can’t do that.” I scoff as Nova nods in agreement with me. 

“Why can’t you?” 

I roll my eyes, Nova doing the same as I lick my lips. “Because I am Y/n and you’re you, you have this way out getting out of things.” 

“Let me help, I can at least tell you what answer to not pick.” 

“That’s a horrible idea, however I am over studying for tonight, go over this textbook so you don’t have to pull a Weasley okay?” Nova warns, I nod, taking the thick textbook from my friends hand. “I mean it.” 

“Okay mum.” 

Nove chuckles, before walking away from George and I as I flip through the textbook landing on the chapter I need. 

“Okay, let me actually help you.” George takes the book from my hands, quickly skimming over the text, before asking me questions. 

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After what felt like hours of answering Herbology questions, the common room had finally emptied, housing only George and I. 

“You’ll do great, Nova will be proud of us.” 

“She better be, I hate Herbology.” George chuckles, his chest rumbling against my back. Goosebumps cover my body the realisation of how close we are hitting me. My back against his chest, one of his arms around the back of the couch, his back against the arm rest. I look down at my legs, his thumb rubbing small circles on my exposed thigh. 

I look up at George, his eyes locking with mine before flicking to my lips. I smirk slightly tilting my head to be closer as he closes the gap between us, his hand moving from my thigh to cup my cheek. Our lips move against each other, savouring the moment, his tongue slipping past my lips, our tongues dancing with each other. 

George and I pull away from our kiss, his eyes slightly darker and his lips swollen. 

“I-”

“We-” I blush slightly, quickly spitting out my next words, “You go first.” George smiles at me, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. 

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now.” His face fills with blush, biting his lip softly. “But what were you going to say?” 

“Um, I thought we could head to one of our dorms?” 

George raises an eyebrow, his breath fanning my face as he whispers lowly. 

“To do what baby girl?” His hand falls back to my thigh rubbing up and down. Our eyes lock together, a burst of confidence taking over me as I grab his hand and place it under my skirt, cupping my heat.

“Play with me.” George groans softly, his thumb rubbing over the lace of my panties as our lips smash together. I place my hand behind his neck, our lips moving in sync as his thumb slowly rubs circles on my clit over my panties. A gasp falls from my mouth into our kiss, he takes advantage of my parted lips, slipping his tongue against mine. 

“Your dorm or mine?” 

“Nova will still be awake, yours.” 

George nods, pecking my lips quickly before moving his hands off my body, a whimper leaving my lips at the loss of contact. George grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together as we walk towards his dorm. He slowly opens the wooden door, looking inside the dark room filled with snores, he places his finger to his lips signalling me to stay quiet as I nod. George pulls me along behind him, our footsteps almost silent as he pulls his shirt over his head, tugging off his pants. I follow his actions, slipping my bra off my body, his hands falling to my waist and pulling me against his chest. 

“You’re so beautiful.” His whisper sends goosebumps over my skin, his warm breath flowing over my cold body. 

“You can’t see me properly.” I chuckle softly, George shaking his head at my comment. 

“Be a good girl and stay quiet for daddy.” My breath hitches, wetness pooling in my panties at his words. His hands tug at my skirt, riding my body of the fabric, looping his fingers around the sides of my panties, the lace falling down my legs. George’s finger slips past my glistening folds as he slowly rubs figure eights on my clit, I bite my lip attempting to keep my moans and gasps muffled. 

“On the bed baby.” I follow his whispered actions, laying back on his bed as he kneels between my open thighs. He leans over my body, his lips falling to my neck, kissing and sucking my skin. I bring my hand up over my mouth, worried I’ll wake up Fred and Lee. George slips two fingers inside me, a soft hiss falling from my lips, I arch my back as he curls his fingers, massaging the spongy spot inside of me. 

“Please daddy.” 

George pulls his fingers from me, shuffling on the bed slightly as his cock springs free from his boxers. My eyes widen slightly, wandering over the size of him. 

He runs the tip of his dick up and down my slit, collecting my wetness before sliding deep inside of me. 

My mouth falls open in the form of an ‘o’ shape, breathless moans carrying through the air as George’s hand slaps against my mouth. 

“Daddy said to be quiet darling.” 

Butterflies fill my stomach at his words, his hips rocking against mine as I wrap my legs around his waist, his cock falling deeper inside of me. He keeps his hand over my mouth, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit as my eyes flutter closed savouring the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me. 

“Y/n, baby, fuck.” George moans a little loud before biting his lip to muffle the sounds of his pleasure. 

I arch my back, my boobs pressing against his chest, my walls clenching around his cock as his pace on my clit picks up. 

“Cover my cock baby, cum for me.” His warm breath fans against my neck, my arms wrapping around his neck, pulling me closer to me as my high rocks through my body. Electric aftershocks causing my legs to shake, George continuing to thrust in and out of me. My lips fall to his neck, kissing and sucking just below his ear, I feel his cock twitch against my sensitive walls as his hot cum fills my pussy. 

“Fuck.” George falls beside me, pulling the covers over my naked body as we attempt to catch our breath. “You’re incredible.” 

Before I can comment, a different voice fills the air. 

“Go to Y/n’s dorm next time, you horny fucks.” Fred groans as I blush, hiding myself in George’s embrace, thankful for the darkness of the room. 

“Sorry Freddie.” George chuckles. 

“Fred’s not the only one.” Lee mumbles, an embarrassed groan escaping me. 

“I apologize.” George mumbles through his laughter. 

“Fuck.” I whisper as George pulls me closer against his chest, his lips kissing my forehead as my eyes flutter closed, sleep washing over me.

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cuddle headcanons. (ft. diluc and kaeya.)

title: cuddle headcanons

characters: diluc and kaeya (separate.)

fandom: genshin impact

requests: open.

rating: nice and fluffy

a/n: thank you @sullen-angel24! i'm glad to see you in my ask box dear! <3 istg kaeya's was throwing me for a loop so i went with my best interpretation of his personality and in-game actions thus far. i'm a kaeya main and i struggle to write him smh. anyway! i hope you enjoy it! <3

diluc: cuddle headcanons

i feel like diluc would be one of those people who are intentionally a little skittish around intimate contact of any kind, but secretly loves it on the inside,,,

like there are only so many ways he can express his emotions through his words, usually which come out either wrong or not quite what he meant, so he can convey his emotions better through small actions, whether that be a hug or something else *wink wonk*

but on a more serious note, i do believe diluc is an actions over words kind of guy. he values actions over words, at least, because they mean more to him than anything you could say in the long run.

so cuddling with diluc would more than likely be a "behind close doors" affair, so to speak, he isn't fond of public affection and would much prefer it to be on his terms in a place where he feels safe.

that said!

cuddling with diluc is like cuddling with a heater. it can be comfy, depending on the weather (dragonspine) or it can be absolutely awful depending on the heat (mondstadt or liyue), but either way, the man runs pretty hot on a regular basis due to his abilities, so cool clothing--or none at all--is a must.

diluc very rarely wears much of anything because of it (this is if nighttime cuddles are a thing) so you'd have to be comfortable with an unusual amount of skinship with him. at first he might be a little wary and wear clothes, for propriety's sake, but would quickly grow weary of the whole thing and be as comfortable as possible.

since diluc has strong upper body strength (he has to, being a claymore wielder) he has a rather firm grip when it comes to holding you to his chest. it is pleasant and comfortable, not too hard and not too loose, but just enough to where you can feel comforted and protected--which is the goal.

if you are ever in distress, tired, sad, or anything at all, you can always track down diluc at the dawn winery and know he'll be ready to offer cuddles at a moment's notice, but only because it's you.

play with his hair. do it. he says he doesn't like it but he does. do it when he turns his back to you and just cuddle him from behind and run your fingers through his scalp, twist his hair into braids, muse it thoroughly--he'll be much more compliant and at ease than if you hadn't.

his favorite cuddling position is when he's on his back and you're snuggled right up to his side, resting your cheek somewhere between his shoulder and chest and a leg thrown over his hips, comfortable and leisurely. especially in the mornings, when neither of you have nowhere to go immediately and can just sit and bask in each other's presence.

his second favorite would probably be face to face but it's rare that it happens because he'd much prefer the first. he enjoys just flicking his gaze over your face if you've fallen asleep, or just staring into your eyes in general if you're awake, feeling as if his stare alone could convey the many words he would never say.

at the end of the day, diluc is a pretty soft boi with a fairly rough background so handle his heart with care please!

kaeya: cuddle headcanons

the opposite of diluc, i think kaeya would be opposed to any kind of skinship--for the most part. while he certainly appreciates a good hug or pat on the shoulder here and there, he's averse to contact for extended periods of time lasting longer than maybe a few minutes.

he is able to express himself more thoroughly with his words, i believe, than his actions, because his actions can be easily misconstrued, as past actions indicate. *cough* so he much prefers verbal affirmations to physical ones, but however, if the traveler (yourself) is more skewed towards physical affection, he supposes he can't complain, since it's you, after all.

with kaeya, you would have to start out small; lingering touches, never fully encompassing or heavy, but light and delicate. get him used to your extended presence, so to speak, and he'll be more inclined to be touchier because, despite what he says or indicates with body language, he does crave that interaction with you even if his mind vehemently opposes it.

in a compromise, he'll sit as close to you as possible, but the rest will ultimately be up to you.

cuddling with kaeya, at first, is a bit of an awkward thing. he isn't sure what he wants, so he tries to do what is natural--deflect with flirtatious comments and fond words, distracting you from his uncomfortableness, but you see right through it.

over time, as he grows more accustomed to it, he grows clingier, even going as far as cuddling you in public spaces. the knights of favonius' hq has never known him to be as close as he is to you at any given time.

if he's working late and refuses to come home, you can easily wedge yourself into his lap on his chair and cuddle him that way, which is counterproductive since he can't resist when you do that.

because he runs quite cool, being a cryo user, he's the best to have during mondstadt heatwaves or impromptu trips to liyue. he sleeps with several blankets so if you end up having a cuddle session before bed, either wear cool clothes or be prepared to sleep naked (not that he would mind). *wink wink nudge nudge*

he's a blanket hoarder and collects blankets. you can't persuade me otherwise. i will die on this hill.

in an interesting turn, he doesn't like his hair played with, but he will play with yours, although not in the neat and pretty designs you probably would. usually it ends up knotted and matted worse than before if you came off of a mission, because while his touch is playful, it more than often comes with disastrous consequences.

his favorite position is cuddled up behind you, as close as he can be, with an arm under your head and another wrapped around your waist, his hand close to your heart. you can either hold that hand or reach up and stroke your fingers down his arm and he'll be happy. bonus points if you twine your legs together with his, he loves that.

his second favorite is less of a cuddle and more of a bear hug; specifically, more like a koala hug. it's less of an intimacy thing and more of a "i enjoy being greeted this way" thing, especially if he's the one coming back from a lengthy trip or mission. just leap on him and hold tight with your arms and legs (don't kill the poor bby tho) and he feels loved and appreciated and actually wants to return to you than mondstadt.

kaeya, when all is said and done, yearns for affection and affirmation, so be careful with him; he does, despite what he claims, breaks easily.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

motherfucker

anyways end of the series part one part two part three

Atsumu x reader

warnings: smut, title kink?, pregnancy, angst, love-hate relationship, swearing.

word count: 2,500 (about)

summary: you hate your husband, Atsumu, and he loves you he loves you so so much. and well now there's just one more person in your life that you can't deal with and Atsumu loves.

Atsumu was having a great night before you shoved him off the bed. He went crashing to the floor taking the covers down with him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he cried his voice garbled and raspy. His head ached and his vision was blurry around the edges hungover.

“What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you?” you spat looming over him still on the bed shoving your hand in his face so he could see the cheap gold ring. Oh. Oh. He grinned.

“Is that any way to wake up your husband?” he teased, holding up his own hand showing you the matching ring. Oh, you were so going to kill him. Before you could get something to hit him with he scrambled to his feet and looped his arm around your waist pulling you against his chest and kissing you. You melted against him kissing him back. You were so responsive to him. He pushed you back laying you down on the bed.

“We could be spending this morning a lot more pleasurably, If you’d just shut up,” he hummed trailing his hand down your bare chest.

“We’re getting this annulled,” you huffed. Atsumu ignored that and kept kissing you moving his hands up and down your body. He’d loved you since he’d met you, and he kept loving you even after the breakup, he wasn’t ready to let you go. You spread your legs for him, your poor puffy cunt looking abused from the night before, he’d have to be gentle with you.

“You can’t just fix this with sex,” you snapped digging your hands in his hair holding him close as you rolled your hips against his hand. He just hummed. Fucking watch me, he thought.

Atsumu kissed you slow and tenderly as he gently pet your clit. He didn’t even push his fingers inside of you just slowly teasing your entrance you squirmed against him whimpering pathetically against his lips. You wanted more, no you needed more.

“Who’s making you feel good?” Atsumu asked possibly. You blinked up stupidly at him, your mouth slightly agape as you tried to figure out what he meant.

“Y-you are Tsumu,”

“I know princess but that’s not what I’m looking for,” he teased

“Daddy,” you tried again, he shook his head. You balled your fists in the sheets and averted your gaze. You wouldn’t say it, you didn’t think you could force the words out of your mouth. Atsumu ran his tongue over the shell of your ear before grazing the lobe with his teeth, sending a shudder down your spine. Fuck. he knew you too well.

“My husband- My husband is making me feel good,” you cried out. Atsumu shuddered, he had already resolved not to fuck you, just loosen you up a little bit but hearing you cry out like that.

“That’s right baby, your husband,” he whispered. Your husband was going to make you cum.

This time Atsumu was determined to make things work with you. His fucked schedule usually meant he was away for weeks at a time, but it seemed to work with you. If anything it seemed like you’d kill him if you had to spend any more time with him.

As it where the two of you had a nice little schedule. When he was in town, you’d spend as much time together as you could. You’d go on dates and sleep together and generally be a happily married couple, he even bought you a real ring, although he hadn’t given it to you yet. It felt too intimate to propose to you again. Then he’d leave for a game and he’d call you at night, or if you were in different timezones whenever would be night for you.

You’d tell him about your day, and listen about his. Sometimes he told you he loved you, you pretended you didn't heat that. He almost always told you he missed you because he did. that, at least you said back to him. He just didn’t know if you meant it.

Atsumu woke up with you in your bed. He smiled and snuggled closer to you, kissing the crown of your head. You blinked up at him sleepily. And smiled. “Good morning baby,” he croaked.

“When did you get home?” you asked rolling on top of him and stroking his cheek, matching his grin with one of your own.

“Late late last night, way too late to wake you up,” he said pulling you down into a sweet loving kiss.

“I’m sorry baby, I let you get back to sleep,” you said, moving to roll off of him. Tsumu clamped his hands around your waist. Like hell he was letting you go.

“I slept on the flight,” he grumbled, kissing you again. Breathing in your scent feeling your skin and just holding you. His wonderful beautiful spouse. He’d missed you. He kissed you slowly, his jaw working as your mouth moved with his. You stroked his jaw and held him.

“So what’s first now that you’re home? Coffee or Sex? or do you want to go in the kitchen and combine the two?” you asked.

“Fuck you’re perfect, I love you,” he laughed. You flinched. He said it so often you should be used to it now. You weren’t. You were still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to come home and tell you that he found someone else, that this wasn’t working, he wanted more he wanted someone else.

You looked down at him and smiled, running your thumb over the shitty ring that turned your finger green. You loved him so so much.

“Show me how much you missed me," you said leaning down like you were going to kiss him, his eyes fluttered shut waiting before your lips touched his you leaped off of him and ran away, Atsumu spluttered and tripped over himself chasing after you.

“HEY!” he shouted rounding the corner, you had a good head start on him but he was the athlete after all you shrieked when he scooped you up in his arms taking you down to the couch.

“Gotcha-” he laughed and started kissing every piece of you he could get at, tickling you. At first, the kisses were fun and playful but quickly he started nipping at your neck and sucking on your skin. His eyes glowing with lust.

“Guess you don’t want coffee,” you teased.

“Not right now,”

“What do you want?”

“I want you naked,”

Atsumu licked his lips and he watched you strip beneath him. He never tired of seeing your body laid out like this for him.

“Atsumu, move I can’t get my shorts off,” you said pushing against his chest. Atsumu easily yanked the rest of the clothing off of your body leaving you in nothing but your wedding ring. You sucked in a sharp breath of air, he was in a mood today.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he groaned dragging his nails over your stomach before kissing you passionately twisting your nipples between his fingers. You gasped and Atsumu slipped his tongue in your mouth. For a while, you just kissed but you could feel Atsumu’s cock growing hard against your thigh,

“Baby, do you remember what you promised?” Atsumu asked his dark with lust. You gulped. Atsumu had gotten needy and horny while he was away and you’d sent some filthy messages to help him get off, one including the first thing you’d do for him when he got back.

Atsumu shifted off of you and you slid to the carpeted floor resting between his spread legs. You looked up at the tent in his boxers and the faint blush crossing his cheeks.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” he said, sliding his underwear down the fabric pooling at his feet. You spat in your hand and started palming his length before leaning down and licking the head of his cock, running your tongue over his slit making him moan. Atsumu groaned and reached down carding his fingers through your hair and pushing your head down forcing his dick into your mouth. You choked when his length bumped the back of your throat.

You felt his dick throb at the sound, fucking bastard. You relaxed your throat and took him all the way down, your nose nuzzling against his pubes.

“Fuck baby- I can feel you drool on my balls,” he moaned, pulling your head back before thrusting back in. you could feel your eyes begin to water as he fucked your mouth, Atsumu only groaned in pleasure when he saw the tears spilling over onto your cheeks.

“Yeah baby you look so good drolling over my cock, letting me fuck your throat fuck,” he moaned “tell me you like it,” he snapped, pulling his cock out of your mouth and smacking the side of your face with his dick.

“I-I love it,” you rasped, “I love sucking my husband’s cock.” Atsumu’s body convulsed and he hissed out a long string of expletives. He offered his dick to you again and you took him back into your mouth hallowing your cheeks around his length sucking on him and licking his shaft. You didn’t get much time to go down on him the way you liked before Atsumu grabbed you by the hair and started thrusting into your mouth making you gag and cry. He felt a little guilty hurting you like this but that slight guilt was massively outweighed by how fucking hot it was to see you cry.

He looked down at you and saw you were looking back up at him, a hand between your legs stroking your cunt. As you sucked him off.

“Fuck fuck baby, just like that keep touching yourself keep touching that slutty pussy,” he ordered, his hips jolting off the couch to force his cock deeper into your mouth. You blinked up at him more tears bubbling out of your eyes as you obediently continued to finger yourself.

“Shit I’m going to cum I’m going to cum-” he let out a sharp cry pulling out of your mouth before cumming all over your face. You were lucky enough to close your eyes before he gave you a pearl necklace.

“Shit baby that was perfect,” he groaned, helping you to your feet and pulling you into his lap, then just because he was a sweetheart he whipped off your face with his boxers after of course, he burned the image of your face dripping with his cum into his mind.

“My throat hurts,” you complained.

“Awe poor baby, let me make it up to you,” he cooed, positioning you to be straddling his thigh. He gripped your hips with his large hands dragging you back and forth over his leg. You moaned and rolled your hips against his leg. Atsumu dipped his head and sucked on your tits, licking your nipples and leaving his mark on your chest. He kept moving your hips until you came on his leg.

“Jesus Tsumu,” you panted. He smiled nuzzling your neck and kissing your cheek. “I’m exhausted and you haven’t even fucked me yet.” he smiled

“Let's get some coffee and see if that makes you feel ready to go,” he teased, taking you to the kitchen. “I’m nowhere close to done with you,”

You were sitting in the bathroom your stomach swirling. Atsumu was gone, overseas for a game. You looked down at the little stick in his hands. Shit.

Atsumu never really checked his phone at practice, and he didn’t even take his phone to games, so even though he texted him around eight in the morning, he didn’t see it until almost eight at night.

Bokutou was bouncing around the room and Hinita was bouncing with him, each of them trying to jump higher than the other. Mean was shotgunning a monster energy drink, Omi omi was yelling at Barnes for slipping women's underwear into his overnight bag, hitting the other man with the bra for emphasis.

Atsumu never really minded using his room as the spot for the after game party, but he kind of wished that he was alone right now so he could call you and tell you goodnight, it was getting late at home and he didn’t want to keep you up waiting for him. Maybe he could slip into the hall for a couple of minutes.

It wasn’t like he was keeping you a secret from the rest of the team, but he just hadn’t mentioned it and no one asked about his dating life. He flicked his phone on and saw your text.

Wifey for lifey: I just found out I’m pregnant. Call me when you can. good luck on your game.

He felt his knees go weak. His hands trembled as he read the message again and again and again.

“Miya, what are you looking at? You’re smiling like a lunatic,” Sakusa asked, shoving his shoulder and snapping him out of his funk. Atsumu grinned.

“My wife is pregnant,” he proudly announced to everyone. The room exploded with noise.

“What?” “you’re married?” “who the hell did you knock up?” “WIFE?” Atsumu smiled, basking in the attention.

“TSUM-TSUM! You didn’t invite me to your wedding?” bokutou asked sounding genuinely hurt. Now Atsumu had to backtrack.

“We were drunk and got married about a year ago, it wasn’t a real wedding but you know technically we’re spouses,” he said with a casual shrug the grin coming back to his face.

“And now I’m going to be a dad, Jesus a dad can you believe that?” he laughed, omi looked disgusted. Atsumu excused himself into the hall and called you.

“Baby! Are you serious? You’re pregnant?” he cheered the second you picked up the phone

“Yes.” your voice sounded weak and broken.

“Hey, sweetie what’s wrong?” he asked softening his choice.

“I’m fucking pregnant that’s what’s wrong-” you snapped. “I didn’t want this, we didn’t plan for this, how am I supposed to take care of a baby Atsumu? I work a full-time job and you’re never here, this kid is going to be miserable with neither parent home!” you shouted and he could tell by your voice that you’d been crying. His stomach dropped, he wished he was here for this, so he could hold you and make it all alright.

“Shh baby, we’ll be fine, I promise,” he whispered over the phone. “We can get a nanny, or a sitter, I’ll work it out that I can spend more time at home I promise,” he assured you but you kept sobbing over the phone. Atsumu felt his heartbreak and he wondered if he could catch a red-eye flight and get home tonight.

“Let’s talk about it when you get home,” you said through a shaky breath. Atsumu nodded, then realized what he’d done and verbally agreed.

“I love you,” he said, “i love you so much sweetheart, we’ll make it work,” he said. You sniffled.

“I love you too, I watched your game you did a great job,” you said, he smiled a flush of pride bubbling up in his chest.

“Awe it was nothing, thank you I’m always glad to know you’re watching, cheering for me,” he whispered. His heart was in his throat, you'd said you loved him. and Atsumu went back to the party raging in his hotel room.

Someone had started a drinking game, he knew he could drink all of these losers under the table, but strangely he didn’t feel like partying right now.

[one-boring-person]

Requested by: @phantomshadow13

Someplace.

John Rambo (First Blood) x reader

Warnings: anxiety, mention of death

Masterlist

My leg jitters slightly as I watch John interact with the woman at the washing line, my lip between my teeth again as I bite more and more marks into the chapped skin. A dull ache has spread through my body from the long walk, but I've managed to keep it at bay and ignore it, having gotten used to doing this years ago, when it was more than necessary to do so. Despite this, I find myself hoping that our journey is finally at an end, and that we'll have found John's old comrade here, and that he'll let us stay with him, until we figure something better out. Looking at the way the conversation is going, however, I'm not too confident in this.

Quietly, I follow the discourse with my eyes, glancing around every now and then, distrusting of my surroundings, even though I have no reason to be, trying to ignore the gentle tremor that's started to set into my hands. A metallic taste lingers on my tongue from my near-constant lip chewing, a little dried blood encrusting some of the worst areas, but it's not noticeable, at least not to a stranger. John, of course, has noticed, and asked about it, too. I'd made up some excuse, but I know he sees right through it, like he does with all falsities. 

Across from me, I catch sight of John's shoulders slumping, his lean form losing some of the energy he had before we got to the tiny village. Swallowing, I know instinctively that something is wrong, my leg jittering  much more noticeably as I shift where I stand, watching as he comes over. The dark-haired man briefly makes eye contact with me, before he jerks his head, gesturing for me to follow, leading me away from the settlement. His expression is solemn, lidded eyes bright with a new sadness that wasn't there before. 

Worried, I follow after him, staying silent as I hurry to keep up with his faster stride until we've reached the road again, leaving the picturesque village behind. Immediately, John starts off in the direction we were previously going, feet dragging a little as he goes, hands shoved in his pockets again.

"John?" I call out to him, my voice shaky, "John? What happened? Where's Delmar?"

John glances at me, noticing my uneasy state as he always does, his eyes softening a little at this.

"Delmar's gone." Is all he says, waiting for me to fall into step beside him.

I frown a little, tilting my head as I try to ignore the small jump in my pulse.

"Gone? Gone where? When will he be back?" I query, pushing my own hands into my pockets to conceal the tremor from my observant companion.

A flash of a wry smile goes across his face, some unknown thing briefly amusing him before he replies.

"He ain't coming back. He's dead." The veteran murmurs to me, knowing I'll hear his slightly slurred speech and be able to understand him perfectly.

I'm left speechless, my head struggling to grasp at something to say, unable to understand. 

"D-dead? How?" I can't help the stammer in my voice, very much aware of the tension flooding my body, further accentuating the tremor in both my leg and hands.

"Cancer, apparently." John informs me, looking down at his boots as he continues on along the path.

"Cancer…" I mumble to myself, stopping momentarily as I feel a cold sweat break out across my forehead, a sense of hopelessness flooding me now. What are we supposed to do? There's nowhere we can go, nowhere we can stay. Neither of us have that much money, and we have barely any food on our person at this moment.

Already, I can feel my breathing picking up, the air coming out in short, sharp bursts, my pulse thumping heavily now as I try to keep it all at bay, failing in this as I feel the tremor get worse. Unable to focus, I don't quite hear John calling out to me, my eyes fixed on the road ahead, unseeing as I stand there, shaking like a leaf in the wind. Vaguely, I notice him come over to me, the lean man carrying an expression of worry and concern, his head tilted to get a proper look at me.

"(Y/n)?" His voice breaks through the haze in my head, somewhat pulling me out of the state of panic I'm in, jerking me from the fog in my head.

I don't respond, my muscles continuing to tremble as I fight to control myself, each breath harsh and nearly painful as it rushes into my lungs, the sweat now coating the back of my neck. Tense, I stand, almost rigid apart from the shaking, where I am, staring blindly at a point on the horizon.

"(Y/n), look at me." John tries again, dropping his stuff as he reaches out to me, not quite touching, his dark eyes fixed on me.

Somehow, his rough voice manages to somewhat snap me out of my trance, my eyes flicking up to meet his, swiftly dropping to the floor again. Seeing this, John places his hand on my arm, glad to see I don't flinch away from him anymore, like I had the first time this happened, the muscular man dipping his head down a little to reach my level. Unable to avoid him, I make eye contact again, easily losing myself in those near-black depths, finding safety there.

"Look, (Y/n), I'm here. You're ok, we're gonna be ok. Nothing bad is gonna happen to you, or us. We'll be totally fine." He murmurs to me, his tone soft as he gently pulls me to the side of the road, his other hand coming up to rest on my other arm, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into my tense muscles.

I don't say anything, my breathing still ragged as I stare at him, reassurance from his touch seeping into me.

"Come on, (Y/n), breathe for me." John softly orders me, "In and out, nice and slow. Take your time, stay focused on my voice. In...and out. Good."

Breathing in time with his words, I start to regulate my exhalations better, tension starting to lessen slightly, the tremor sulking a little as I feel myself fall into a better pattern.

"There, you're doing great. Keep going, in and out…" He keeps this up, encouraging me until my breathing is back to normal, meaning I'm able to speak.

"Th-thanks." I stutter, embarrassed at myself, still trying to calm my racing mind, pushing back the plaguing thoughts from before.

"Anytime." He gives me one of his rarer, gentle smiles, the crooked expression sending butterflies through me, as it always has.

"I- I'm sorry, I shouldn't...that was stupid…" I try to apologise, groping for words again, only for him to cut me off.

"Don't apologise, (Y/n). It isn't your fault." He assures me, tilting his head momentarily, noting the tension still lingering in my body, "C'mere."

My eyes widen as he pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around me to crush me into his chest, his hands splayed on my body. Instinctively, I reciprocate it, a feeling of warmth flowing through me as he rubs my back, his face burying into my hair as he tightens his grip, trying to get me to relax into him. Knowing this is rare, I allow myself to melt into his embrace, relishing in the comforting scent that surrounds me: sweat, fresh air and crushed evergreen needles from the trees we passed a couple of hours ago. Pressing my face into his chest, I sigh, the last of the tension dissipating along with the tremor, his soothing movements drawing out any painful knots. His dark hair brushes against my face as he holds me closer, making sure I'm totally relaxed before he pulls back a little, keeping one arm around my waist as he lifts one to my face.

With a slight frown, John lightly draws his thumb across my lip, pulling it away to inspect. A thin layer of blood coats the pad of the sight, my lip stinging now to let me know I bit it much harder than I thought I had. He doesn't say anything, only making eye contact with me again as he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. Heat rises along my skin where his lips touch me, my eyes briefly closing as he lingers there, clearly as unwilling to let go as I am.

The sound of a honking truck snaps us apart, the taller man pushing me behind him out of instinct, ready for action. He soon relaxes as he remembers there is no danger letting go of me as we watch the large vehicle roar past, the driver shouting something at us as he goes. Frowning, I swallow and glance back at John, wishing we hadn't been interrupted.

"Where do we go now?" I ask quietly, stepping up beside him as he picks up his stuff again.

John looks back at me, starting to walk off in the right direction with me following on.

"Someplace." He replies, smiling at me again as I fall into step beside him.

After a moment, his hand slips into mine and his fingers loop through mine, squeezing me gently as we walk. Reassured by his touch, I manage to keep my slight anxiety at bay, knowing we'll be fine as long as we're together.

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

The Joan Jett Quartet

Part 3: Cherrybomb (Klaus x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: NC-17 FILTHY! Light bondage, oral (fem receiving), pegging, use of sex toys, language, consensual rough sex, voyeurism

A/N: It had been so long since you and Klaus played your dirty little game of give and take. And The Prophet was yours for the taking. 

Part 1  Part 2

Dedicated, as always, with love to my most fatastic ride or die @robertsheehanownsmyass And also @slutforrobbiebro and @frogs--are--bitches

You adjusted the straps and hoped what was inside your linen pants was concealed just enough. At least until you were ready.

You took a few hours getting used to this appendage that hung between your legs. It was in the way for most everything you participated in during the day. So you stood with your legs further apart, or sat that way as well. You tried desperately not to reach down and adjust yourself for fear others might figure it out.

Suddenly, Klaus was beside you as you looked out over the swimming pool. He loomed so large over the Children, but could be completely human with you. That scent of hibiscus, gin and hookah smoke filled your nostrils as he wrapped you up in his arms.

“Jill is worried about you, little chicken.” Klaus used that stupid name from the night he punished you for insubordination. A pet name, one of endearment. Yet it had been so long since the two of you played.

“I'm fine,” You weren't. This.. thing in your pants was annoying. You had grown into it at least.

“She said you were walking funny?” his voice lifted at the end. “I can't imagine why. You've not needed to be disciplined in a while” It was if he read your mind. “I’d like to think I'm being gentle.” His face got lost in your hair and took a deep breath.

Klaus was telling the truth. These days, or nights, or warm afternoons, you made more love than fucked. He became almost obsessed with looking at you. Wanting a connection with someone to the point where he wouldn't pull out until well after he came. He would beg to be inside of you a little longer. If only you knew why YOU were Klaus’s special choice.

You pushed into him a bit with the curve of your ass. Klaus became instantly hard. A smirk played on your lips knowing how much control you had of the situation so quickly.

“Oh you have been, but I know you have certain appetites. As lovely as it's been, I can totally see in your eyes that flash of ‘please punish me.’ Which is tempting because this ‘tantric, cum together, lemme go four hours before I get off’ shit you learned in India annoying. Mediate all you want, but if I got my hands around your throat and just,” you mimed strangling him. “You would explode right in the middle of your stupid breathing technique. Then I’d get some feeling back in my legs”

Klaus enveloped you. Instead of a lover’s embrace, he compressed your body as much as possible. The air rushed out of your lungs as he squeezed tight like a snake with a mouse. His strength always caught you by total surprise. One arm around your chest, the other your stomach as he held you vicelike. There was that power switch. He hated being bested.

“I know pain makes you wet too,” his voice snarled. His hand tried to grab your sex to prove a point, but he got a surprise instead. His entire hand enclosed around the shaft through the fabric of your clothes. “My what a nice cock you have.”

You reached a hand behind and dug your nails into his hard on. “I wish I could say the same for you.”

Klaus’s hold deflated but not his erection. You urged him to stroke the imitation between your legs like you were doing to his real one. Your palms moved in unison as your breath both began to hitch. He tugged when you did, your bodies moving in a strange dance on the stone terrace.

Klaus turned your head sideways so he could get his tongue far inside your mouth. Fighting and doing a dance with yours while you gained speed with your hand.

“I bet you’re not even that good at sucking dick,” you broke the kiss to toss the insult over your shoulder.

You spun around and fought to take the wheel back. You reached inside and sunk your claws into Klaus’s balls. The only way you could think of bringing him to his knees as he winced with pain. Yet somehow grew even more stiff as he knelt down before you.

“Is this what we look like from up here?” Your fingers began to ravel around the hair on the back of his head. You yanked it so he was made to look at you. “eager to please the prophet with our mouths full. They're always begging you to speak, but choking themselves on your dick.”

Klaus put his hands on your hips. One of them inched under your shirt. He drew your hips towards his face and kissed your stomach. You let out a sigh before he released the imitation cock you wore.

Klaus was tentative about the way he licked at it. Just the tip of his tongue at first, darting in and out over the head. Then he sucked on it, took more of the shaft in his mouth. His head began to bob down towards your pelvis and back. The way he swallowed it as much as he could while he held tight to your ass. He alternated between long licks up the side and consuming it whole.

“It's a fucking shame I can't feel this. Doesn’t mean I don't want you to gag any less than you made me.”

Your hips thrust with a certainty that Klaus could feel the tip at the back of his throat. He was soundless though save for the soft sucking sounds. You started to fuck his mouth. The way he and other men had done to you. Your hips pumped back and forth. How much was enough when you couldn't climax like a man?

In a moment of clairvoyance, Klaus dragged his mouth backwards so that the imitation cock was slowly revealed. There was a satisfactory sound like yanking a suction cup off a surface. He gazed up at you with large green eyes silently asking you to further command him. Your fingers seizing his thick tresses so he couldn't look anywhere but you.

“How many nights have you worried about these.. morons finding out you’re a fake? That you admitted to me you were fraudulent. I love a fucking secret, and that's such a big one you trust me with. Would be such a shame if they found out.”

“You can't do that,” Klaus sounded afraid.

Yet you weren't sure if he was playing along or truly scared you'd out him to the others. Something in the back of his pleading let you know he would be relieved. To cast off the shackles of these expectant leeches he created.

“You could expose yourself to them another way. How human you would finally seem getting fucked up the ass by one of them. Your chosen one.”

Klaus climbed to his feet and pulled his boots off. He clambered out of his jeans, after he undid his belt and tossed his shirt aside. He stood in only his underwear.

You arched an eyebrow. “It's so amazing to me you can fuck the way you do,” you pinched his lithe waist, “Seeing there's not much to you.” You got your nails into his chin and tilted his head to the side. You let them trace a line along his jawbone. “Fortunately you've got quite the face. No one cares about the proverbs you spew or diatribes you go on. It's how fucking otherworldly beautiful you are. Gorgeous enough to just ruin.”

Klaus took a breath and rolled his eyes. Your hand tightened around his throat. “Don't you remember how obstinance is rewarded? All that bullshit yoga, you ought to be flexible. Fucking bend over, and show me.” You reached for his belt. “What are you always saying to me when you want anal?” You mimicked his voice, ‘Let's see how tight that ass is?”

Not having to command, Klaus held his wrists out. “Why do you still have clothes on? Naked.”

He obeyed and stripped completely. Being without clothes wasn't that big a deal to Klaus. He walked around the compound nude all the time. There were days most of you did. It's the having no control over his situation that really left him naked.

You took his arms and held them behind his back. You looped the belt around and hooked it through the buckle. You pulled the strap as tight as possible so that Klaus’s wrists were bound. His stance was wide legged, cock completely erect.

“Bend. over.”

And like Klaus had done to you when he assessed your body, you stood beside him and bent his body. His back flat like a table. You ran your hand along his tanned skin and spine before seizing his cock again.

“I lied. I might be a little.. terse with you, but I don't think I'm cruel,” you tapped your chin but kept Klaus’s erection firmly in your grasp. “I forgot something that MIGHT make fucking you a bit easier. You aren't exactly in a state to run to the house. So how about you fuck me first. With your mouth of course.”

You pushed Klaus’s head down to indicate he should kneel. Arms bound behind his back, he eagerly complied.

He sat back on his haunches to watch you undress. You wore only the strap on, which was lifted up to expose your cunt. Then you anchored yourself on Klaus’s shoulders. His mouth deftly finding your quick-swelling lips so his tongue could dart out. He probed you by pushing his tongue deep and forcing an instant slick from within.

You moaned. Klaus’s body twisted at an odd angle to get further inside of you. He lapped and flicked at you while searching for that bud of nerves and maintained his silence. There was a soft growl or two as he expertly worked your clit. Klaus circled it, tilted his head enough to run his tongue along you as you started to throb. He moved at a breakneck speed, one you never experienced from him before.

The pleasure was overwhelming as you reached to help Klaus along. Your fingers separated your slit so he had easier access to your clit now. Your hips rocked into him as you rode his face. Your balance lost a time or two but you steadied yourself in your abandon.

The two of you were so brazen in the setting sun. On the terrace knowing followers were around to catch or watch. Klaus with his wrists strapped by a belt. You wearing a fake dick, fucking his face. Your heart and cunt raced together as you started to spark. The fuse began to catch in the center of your body and suddenly it exploded with sparks as you came. Crying out unexpectedly so that your voice echoed off the stone.

“Fuck. What comes out of your mouth is sometimes so cliché, but the things you let me put in it.”

You fumbled around with the fake cock so that you could shift it towards your body. Klaus sat back and watched. His mouth and chin glistened with your orgasm which he surreptitiously attempted to lick from his lips. The devil in his eyes as he kept his composure.

“I don't think you have ever been this quiet in the two years I've been here.”

You situated the rubber dick enough to plunge it into yourself almost fully. It slid in with ease and out a few times. You repeated this enough to get it as lubricant as possible. Then wrapped your fingers in Klaus’s hair to yank him into position again.

“When I fuck you, I want you to tell me how good it feels.”

Your hand was on the tip of the cock to center it between Klaus’s ass. Your other wrapped up in the leather strap to help pull his hips towards you as you slowly plunged inside of him.

“Further,” Klaus managed around the air he finally released from his lungs.

“That wasn’t loud enough,” you informed him. You had his forearms in each hand as you sunk in more.

“Harder!” Klaus raised his voice more. “Fuck me.”

You tugged him backwards by the arms so that the strap on was sheathed by Klaus’s body. He yelled out in shock, so you hesitated in case..

“Fuck me. Hard. I want to feel your hips against my ass.” Klaus begged. He had his neck curved so that his head was facing up. And angle that would catch passersby.

You used Klaus’s arms as leverage. Creating a push and pull as you began slamming into him. How often did he rut against you like an animal when you got fucked from behind. Now you returned the favor.

It wasn't long before Klaus started to make an animal noise each time your pelvis crashed into his ass. Your nails clawed at his arms and tied wrists while you started to jerk your hips like you knew he did. Short bursts then pulled almost out and jerked back in.

“That feels so fucking good,” Klaus’s words were punctuated by your thrusts.

You weren't sure how much longer you could stand. You knew from Klaus that men got off differently this way than women. Parts of him inside were like a clit, but like you he maybe needed manual stimulation too. So you bent over him. You bit his back in the realm of playful crossed with marking your territory as you turned to jerking him off simultaneously.

“Holy shit!” Klaus yelled out. You were so lost in making him cum that you didn't realize he wasn't referring to your hands and dick.

Your gazed matched his to catch slack jawed followers on the sidewalk and patio on the upper level. Some curious, others blazed green with envy as you became theatrical with your fucking. The two of you looking them all dead on.

“What’s wrong?!” Klaus shouted in their direction. “Haven't you ever seen a prophet get ass fucked by someone?! And don't stop, I'm gonna cum.”

You trained your eyes on everyone, and stood. Your hands firmly on Klaus’s arms once more as you buried yourself into him one more time. His body arched and exploded. The sticky substance managed to cover his chest and stomach.

You situated yourself and took the strap-on off. Klaus straightened his body so that he was at his full height. He contorted enough to break free from the belt constraints. His body shook ever so slightly from the orgasm effects while he lifted your palm to his mouth and kissed it. Then bent to kiss you, tongue far inside your mouth. You could taste your cunt on his lips as you danced with him.

“This is what happens, Children, when you become my Chosen One!”

You let a selfish grin play across your lips in response.

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[sondepoch]

First Flight (Mammon x Reader)

On the rooftop, under the stars and the beautiful evening sky, you can’t help but wonder what it feels like to fly. And truly the perfect lover, Mammon decides to show you.

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It would be freezing, if not for Mammon's arms.

Or maybe not freezing, exactly. It's not quite the hour where the Devildom descends into the true depths of its chills—midnight still lurking four long hours away—but it's definitely cold, as these nights in hell do tend to get. The breeze is crisp, the wind biting sharply at your ears every time it manages to wedge its nimble touch between your and Mammon's bodies, but the demon always readjusts his hold around you whenever such a thing happens. As such, you find comfort even in these low temperatures, leaning peacefully into the arms of the man holding you so snugly.

The beginnings of a particularly strong wind echo from the north, and you instinctively curl deeper into Mammon's embrace, feeling safe only when he loops his arms around you tighter.

"Ya sure you're not cold?" The demon asks, his voice nothing more than a whisper as he continues to rest his head on your shoulder. "We can't run from Lucifer forever, ya know."

"We can try," You murmur, smiling softly to yourself as your rest your head against Mammon's. "Or we can at least wait till he cools down and realizes that a few failed tests aren't the end of the world." You shift your head just the slightest, pressing your lips to Mammon's jaw. "And no, I'm not cold. Not with you here, at least."

The demon laughs at that, a beautiful sound that you've come to cherish in your time in the Devildom. "Okay," He mumbles, running his hands along your arms, fingers squeezing gently over every patch of exposed skin. "Just let me know if ya wanna head back inside."

It's really not necessary, you think.

Yes, the outside temperature is chilly, only getting colder with each passing second. But the blood that runs through Mammon's veins is hot as hellfire itself, and his embrace is like a furnace that has wrapped itself around your body, pulling you into its lap so that it can smother you in heat and affection and love.

You lean your head back, savoring Mammon's warmth, gazing up at the sky as you do so.

"It's not fair," You pout, glancing up.

"Huh?" Mammon asks. "What's not?"

"The sky," You mumble, slightly dejected. "It's so pretty. Way prettier than the human world sky."

"Ya know what's even prettier than the sky?" Mammon asks, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously at you. You roll your eyes at that, opting not to comment on the fact that this is probably the most basic and overdone compliment he could have thought of—but as usual, the demon surprises you: "Me," Mammon declares proudly, grinning.

You give him a firm whack on the shoulder for that.

Settling back in his arms, you continue glancing at the sky (internally promising yourself to never comment on how pretty it is again) and turn your gaze to the stars. The constellations here are different from those in the human world, and they seem to have some sort of hypnotic pattern that makes it impossible to stop staring at them once you've started.

"I like the stars," You finally say, your voice coming out soft.

"The stars?" Mammon questions incredulously, as if he had forgotten that they're up there. He glances up abruptly, his hair tickling you just the slightest as he does so, and a soft oh escaping his lips is all you need to hear to know that he's equally mesmerized by them, even if he appears to have never glanced up at them before.

"Did ya know each star up there is a city in the Celestial Realm?"

"Really?"

"Really."

A sigh of wonder escapes you, and the geometric pattern to the supposed constellations suddenly makes sense. You can identify the busy districts, where there are lots of cities and lots of angels living close together—as well as what must be the more rural regions, where stars are far between and far apart.

"I wonder what it's like…"

"Hm?" Mammon asks, nudging your shoulder.

"Nothing," You say, chuckling to yourself. "It was stupid." And impractical, you add in your head.

"Nah, tell me," Mammon urges. "What is it? Are ya wondering what it's like to be up there?"

"Not exactly," You mumble, glancing at the stars again. "Just...thinking about what it must be like to be close."

"Close to the stars?" Mammon asks. "Ya mean flying?"

Your lack of a response is an answer in itself.

"I told you it was stupid," You mutter halfheartedly, now glancing at your knees, which are tangled with Mammon's own legs. "Imagine how cold it must be up there if it's like this here. I'd probably catch pneumonia or something."

"Eh?" Mammon glances at you, his eyes incredulous. "What're ya talking about? Maybe that's what it's like in the human world, but here in the Devildom, the higher you go, the warmer it gets."

"...What?" You ask suspiciously, almost not believing it. But the earnest look in Mammon's eye, coupled with the fact that it does make rational sense, given that the heavens, the lands of the eternal sun, are directly above the Devildom, manages to convince you.

"Then…"

You let your voice trail off, letting the silence speak for you instead, the unspoken question going unheard by all except the demon staring down at you expectantly.

"You wanna know what it's like to fly?" Mammon asks softly, and you feel his muscles tense in anticipation.

"Yes," You mumble, and that's all it takes for the demon to respond, instantly pulling your body up with one arm wrapped around your waist while he shifts into his demon form. You don't bother commenting on the inhuman display of strength, already so used to Mammon's overwhelming (but rather concealed) power. It's only when the demon commands you to jump that you flinch back, hesitant.

"What?" Mammon asks, his eyebrows furrowing cutely. "How else did ya expect this to happen? Come on, jump, and hurry up, otherwise you'll catch a cold or somethin'."

Hesitant as you are, you can't argue with Mammon's logic, and you reluctantly jump, legs only pushing you a few inches off the ground. Still, that's enough for Mammon, because in seconds, his body is dipped down, one arm hooking itself under your knees and the other gripping firmly around your shoulder, and then he's pushed himself off the roof, and the two of you are actually up and in the air.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips the second the realization hits you, and you instinctively wrap your arms around Mammon's neck, holding on tightly, as if he'll drop you at any second.

"Shh," Mammon whispers into your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I'm with ya. And I ain't gonna let go."

In the end, it's another kiss from Mammon that soothes your nerves, and slowly, very slowly, you gain the courage to unbury your head from his chest to look at the world around you.

Another gasp escapes your lips, but this time, it's a sound of wonder rather than fear.

Mammon's pace is slow, hardly anything impressive, but he's already flying higher than the breezes of the Devildom. You can see the whole RAD campus spread out beneath you, from Diavolo's palace to the sports fields, from the gigantic enchantment circles etched into the ground on the west side to the recreational district on the East, where demons glance up to look at the moving figures in the sky.

"It's amazing," You mumble, relaxing more and more in Mammon's arms as he flies higher, and you're not sure if it's the slow fading of iciness from the temperature or your increasing amazement of the world spread beneath you that has you growing so comfortable so readily.

"Wait till we get even higher," The demon says, his charming smile flashing toothily down at you.

"I can't imagine things getting any better than this," You confess, gradually working up the confidence to unhook your arms from around Mammon's neck. As you do so, it seems to send a silent message to the demon that you're finally getting used to being so high up, and he grins, picking up his pace.

By the time you've completely detached your arms from his neck, thrusting them freely into the sky with overjoyed laughter, Mammon is flying upward at full speed, his fluffy white hair tumbling back and forth over his forehead as his body pulls you closer to the stars you were gazing at so longingly, the demon bringing you as close to the heavens as he possibly can.

Glancing down, the Devildom is nothing more than a series of lights: each one spread out just as stunningly as you had considered the Celestial stars to be. You're still closer to hell than you are the heavens, so you can make out the generic features of the Devildom; the closeness makes it looks less like a sky and more like a dark ocean with patches of brightness—but it's still stunning in every way.

"Beautiful," You mumble, and suddenly, you're not sure where to look. Up, at the heavens? Down, at the Devildom? Maybe somewhere in the middle, like the beautiful, crystal horizon that decorates the space in between?

In the end, it's Mammon you end up staring at—utterly mesmerized by the way his eyes, flecked with gold, seem to shine as brightly as the stars while he pulls you ever closer to them, his excitement at bringing you the joy of seeing this sight mirroring your own for bearing witness to it in the first place.

You hardly notice when he slows his pace, when the air has turned warm against your skin, when your bodies no longer cut through the air like a knife but instead glide peacefully, beginning to hover in place as Mammon nudges you gently.

"Hey," He mumbles, somewhat sheepish as he calls your name. "I can't…"

I can't fly any higher than this.

You understand instantly, relieving your lover from having to finish that sentence by sealing his lips with a tender kiss, connecting with him in your favorite way as your hands find his cheeks.

"We'll go back," You declare calmly, resting your forehead against the demon's. The last thing you want is for Mammon to bear the tragedy of Icarus, for him to have to fall again on your account.

"You don't want to stay here longer?" The demon teases, shifting his hold on you so that one of his hands can go up to play with your hair.

"I do," You mumble, grinning cheekily. "Believe me, Mammon, this is amazing. I can't begin to tell you how many times I've thought about asking you to fly me up here and—"

"What?"

The word is short, but it seems to puncture the air, deflating the soft bliss that had been lurking in Mammon's eyes. Now replaced by it is a more desperate sort of emotion, something lurking halfway between a disappointed sense of understanding and a docile sadness that you hate seeing in Mammon's eyes.

The demon moves instantly, shifting your position so that he's holding you upright and you're nearly standing in the air, if not for the way Mammon's arms hold you snug at the waist. Yet the grip is meant to be more solemn than intimate, a fact punctuated by the upset look in the demon's eyes.

Mammon breathes your name softly, in a tone you're all too familiar with, and you instantly know why he's upset.

"I've told you," He murmurs, quiet. "You can ask me these things. I want you—no, I need you to be greedy with me. If you want anything—anything at all—I want you to tell me. I'll get you anything—everything—if you want it, okay?" The demon frowns, as if he's not sure that his words are getting through to you.

You sigh softly, pressing your forehead to Mammon's as you raise a hand to cup his cheek in apology. "I know. I'm sorry. I just...wasn't sure whether you would like the idea of flying me around, you know?"

"Babe," Mammon says, and his tone is a little lighter, his lips curving up into a ghost of a smile. "If you're with me, I'd enjoy anything."

You giggle softly at this, leaning forward to press your lips to Mammon's once more, savoring the way he pulls you closer. On instinct, you lift your legs to wrap them around his waist, holding yourself up even as you stretch your arms over his neck, leaning back with a smile.

"Then, can I be greedy and ask you for one more thing?"

"Of course," Mammon says. "Always."

"Stay with me," You mumble, pulling the demon into a hug. You close your eyes, leaning your head on his shoulders as you simply savor the sensation of everything around you: the warm air that kisses the edge of the Devildom as it presses down on your skin, Mammon's arms, holding you up so protectively, the overwhelming sensation of love as the demon wrapped around you nestles his head in the crook of your shoulder, listening carefully to your every word. "Right here. For just a little longer."

"Of course," Mammon whispers, and then he's pulled you even closer such that the space between your bodies has disappeared, leaving room for nothing but more affection as he hugs you tight.

And it's here, on the verge of the Devildom and on the brink of the heavens, that you and Mammon forget all the nuances of life, all the irritating things that bind you to reality. Here, up in the sky, lost between two realms, the two of you are free. Free to enjoy each other's company without distractions, free to love each other without thinking about those watching, free to hover in the sky and kiss and hug and kiss some more until it's just an endless cycle of showering each other in love and praise until it really does seem like there's nothing else.

This will hardly be the last time the two of you come up here.

No, this first flight has broken a barrier that the two of you will venture past every night from here on out, eternally seeking the peaceful bliss of isolation, the bliss of forgetting everyone except each other.

And while you know that you absolutely should head back now, that the other brothers must be looking for you both and that there's school tomorrow, you can't help but give in to greed, give in to temptation.

Because with Mammon holding you so tight, on the verge of begging you to be more and more greedy with him, you don't think you can ever ask him to let go, to stop, to bring you back down to the Devildom when there's such peace in the sky.

The demon feels the exact same way, you know. The utterly content sighs that escape his mouth are a testament to that truth, and you're certain that he never wants to leave this place, this tranquility.

And so in the face of such overwhelming desire, you opt to forget about all your responsibilities, all the obligations which should compel you back to the ground.

And you kiss Mammon one more time, losing yourself in the feeling of his touch, his love, in the feeling of him.

Just this once, you'll forget. You'll be reckless, and you'll let yourself stay here for as long as you want.

Just this once, you promise yourself.

But now that the door to temptation has been open, you've tasted the sweetness of greed, experienced how utterly wonderful it feels to give in. And while you swear to yourself that you'll be more responsible next time, that you'll come back on time in the future, you've already exposed yourself too much. And when next time rolls around, you'll make the same decision: to be greedy and to forget everyone but Mammon in this haven in the sky, giving in to nothing but the temptation of his love.

And the demon smiles as he understands this, feeling it in the fervor of your kisses, the want in your touches, the open desire in the way you tug his hair.

Mammon responds instantly. Kissing you deeper, he angles his lips against yours and presses his fingers around your thighs, his strong grip slowly sliding upward until he's holding your bottom with nothing but joy as he understands that, at last, you've embraced greed. Embraced him.

And Mammon smiles.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

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Perfect (Happy Birthday Bree!!)

Pairing: Ethan x MC (Leah Garcia)

Word count: 1500 words

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Warning: None, this is just a load of fluff 

Author’s note: Happy birthday @jamespotterthefirst​, the most talented and amazing writer🎂🎂 Hope you have a great day and keep rocking babe❤

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Title inspiration: Perfect by Ed Sheeran 

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"Happy birthday, doctor!" A cheerful nurse greeted as Ethan stood at the nurses' station, signing charts at a break-neck speed.

"Hrm." He answered absent-mindedly, not even bothering to look up from the file and continued to look down at it as of it were the most interesting case but the fact is that Ethan did not care to celebrate his birthday.

But if Leah were to hear that, she would have him by his balls.

And Ethan wasn't one to go against a woman with a mission. She had said that they would do something in the evening and Ethan was low key looking forward to it, which is quite the growth from a year ago.

According to Ethan, birthdays were irrational. He couldn't figure out the entire hype to celebrate the day which is just a marker that you are one year closer to death. Sure it's a pessimistic way to see it but Ethan never promised to have a positive outlook on life.

No wonder Leah calls me the human equivalent of a robot.

The thought just whispered into his head which had him halting what he was doing and a small smile made its way on his lips.

Just her very name has his face splitting into a wide grin. Her very presence has this flux of endorphins in his system that he feels as if his heart is going to burst or a blush would sear through his cheeks.

She was his Kryptonite. Yes, Leah had taught him that reference when they watched that Super-boy movie.

Coming back to his birthday, Leah had wished him in the morning itself which comprises of affectionate kisses with a side of old man jokes.

Or you could say it was the other way around.

She then proceeded to give him a hand-knitted scarf which she made along with this gold plated bar set which he had been eyeing for a couple of months but never had the chance to buy it.

"I hope you like it?" She had asked in a tiny voice, watching his every expression.

"Leah, you are the best gift I could ever have. You didn't have to go all the way out for me."

And it was true. Leah just wishing him was the only thing that mattered to him. Nothing could compare to it. Just like the shine of glitters can't compare to the radiance of the sun. But Leah just pressed her lips in a soft kiss and said that he deserved the best of everything.

I am so lucky to have a partner like her.

He shut the file and submitted the last chart to the nurse. He lifted his left wrist to check the time and he noticed that there was only an hour of work left before he could head back to their home.

With a sudden burst of motivation, he turned down the hallway to visit his next patient.

It would be an understatement to say that Leah was nervous.

The pressure of this entire evening being perfect weighed down on her like a pile of bricks. She paced in the living room, digging tracks from her walking back and forth so that she could work off the nervous energy settling into the pit of her stomach. The posh, classical music did nothing to calm her racing heart down.

Will he like it? The doubt filtered through her head which had her gulping and smoothening the little black dress which Ethan liked a lot.

Jenner whined, sensing her distress. She trotted towards the stressed intern and nuzzled against her leg, stopping Leah in her tracks.

"Hey, girl... Guess I'm just overthinking huh?" Leah ran her fingers through Jenner's silky ears and scratched behind her ears which earned her a happy bark.

The sound of the door unlocking had the duo looking up. Jenner cocked her head before running to greet her dad. His familiar baritone voice echoed through the hallway leading to the living room. Leah ran her eyes around the apartment, just running a final check to see if anything was out of sight.

She had lit candles all around the house and turned the lights down low, to set the relaxed ambience of the place.

But that wasn't the main event.

She had come home early so that she could cook an entire extravagant meal for him. From butter garlic shrimps and stir fry vegetables as appetizers to Pastelon which is Puerto Rican version of traditional Italian lasagna as the entrée. She had used her grandma's recipe which has been passed down for generations on her Father's side of the family. Last but not the least, she had baked him a coffee cake which was the only flavour he liked.

She had set the table out on the balcony because it was a wonderful weather and nothing beats a candlelit dinner under a starry night.

"Leah?" His voice called out and she turned to face him with an incandescent smile which beautifully complimented against the dancing shadows of the lit candles. She walked towards his open arms and embraced him.

Hugging Ethan was something she thoroughly enjoyed, The way this man was all hard and soft at the same time often blew her mind away. The way his arms would tighten around her waist and the way he would tuck her head under his chin was her personal heaven. His cologne mixed with his manly essence was intoxicating, which blanketed her senses, making her feel safe and at peace.

Placing a soft affectionate kiss on her forehead, they pulled back just enough to see each other's face.

"Hi."

"Hey yourself, E."

"So what is this surprise you have planned for me?"

Leah chuckled, her hands looping around his neck. Her fingers played with the short hairs on his nape as she looked at him adoringly. "Eager are we?"

"If it comes to you? Always." He pecked her lips.

"Good. Go get fresh and meet me at the balcony."

Ethan and Leah were having fun.

They had popped open the champagne bottle which Ethan had stored for a special occasion and poured copious amounts into the sparkly glasses. And the food was amazing.

The way Ethan devoured the food and gave compliments every now and then made Leah smile with pride.

"Sunshine, you have to feed me more Puerto Rican dishes because this is delicious," Ethan said as he sipped on his champagne.

"I am not as good as my dad. He can make so many more yummy dishes than me. He actually hosts a cookout Sunday for the boys working at his security firm. I have only been to a few but they are super fun."

"You have already met my dad so I think it is about time I have to meet yours."

A rosiness settled on her cheeks as she smiled back at him. "Of course. I know he will like you."

Giving a smile which has his eyes glimmering like the stars, they went back to their meal. After a while, with their stomachs full and plates wiped clean, Leah rose from her seat. Ethan shot her a questioning look but she just kissed his cheek.

"I baked a cake for you. Just getting it out so that we can cut it, old man."

Ethan groaned as Leah chuckled. "I am not that old, okay? I'm a millennial!"

"Whatever you say, gramps."

She went indoors to take the cake out of the fridge, where she had placed it after icing it. A sudden thunder resounded throughout the penthouse, which had her raising her eyebrow.

Rain? But the weather forecast said it won't...

She placed the cake on the counter and headed out only to find Ethan standing there, with his eyes closed and enjoying the raindrops washing his face. The water seeped through his black shirt, making it cling to the hard planes of his chest. A small smile played on his lips.

"Ethan? Come in, you will fall sick." She said as she stood at the threshold. To be honest, there was a reservation in her voice because it had been so long since she has seen him so peaceful.

"No, I will be fine. Come, join me." His eyes smoldered as they fell on Leah and it felt as if she was hypnotized by his brilliant blue eyes.

She walked towards him and instantly Ethan settled his hands on her waist. Placing her hands on his chest they just swayed to a rhythm of their own.

"Are we really dancing without music?" She whispered as she looked up at him.

"What can I say sunshine... you make me want to dance even when the music stops."

The cool raindrops fell on her flushed face while Ethan smiled down at her gently.

"I hope you liked your birthday, Ethan."

She wrapped her arms around him and placed her face on his chest, this heartbeat lulling her into her own safe haven.

"I won't forget this. Ever. This was by far the best so thank you, Leah. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

I would have attached pictures but a bitch is lazy 😔✊

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