#yes it was all a ploy to get you to go to bed

[cacaocheri]

not one, but TWO moon kisses drawn by tumblr user cacaocheri????

[sstarsalignn]

Back to friends

Plot | waking up in Rafe’s dorm room is nothing new, being his friend and all. Until now. Until you’ve slept together. And now neither of you can decide what to do.

Content | lots of angst, sexual themes, smut, swearing, arguments, mutual pining, problems with feelings, !not proofread! [best read in dark mode]

Word count | 3.5k

Song for this chapter | About you by the 1975

Previous

“Get up, like now,” a pillow smacks you in the face, Mandy cackling when you spring up, head whipping around. A scowl settles on your face when you notice Mandy, pillow in hand, hunched over laughing.

“Very funny.” You mumble, rubbing the sleep from your eye. An entire week had passed, and so far- you’d managed to act normal whenever Rafe was around- which, admittedly, was not a lot. You only had necessary conversations with him. Avoided him the rest of the time.

If he’d noticed, he’d not said anything.

“-eed to get ready to set off,” Mandy comes into focus towards the end of her sentence, and you turn to look at her again, confused. Set off where?

She eyes you suspiciously, dropping the pillow back on her desk chair. “You know what’s happening yeah? The date today? The current president?”

Your eyes roll as you shuffle to the edge of your bed, pushing the covers back. “I know what’s happening.. but do remind me where we’re going?”

Mandy stands like a disappointed mother, hand on her hip as she gestures towards her packed bag. “The group is going upstate for the weekend. Remember?”

“Ah.” You hand finds its way to your hair, swiping it back out of your face. “Yeah. That’s happening.”

The pillow is swiftly thrown your way. Mandy demands that you pack and leaves to shower.

You’re sure it’s just slipped your mind. You’d been under a lot of pressure, recently at least. You pack fairly quickly, finishing before Mandy is out of the bathroom, and she beams a wide smile at your now half decent state and bag laid on your bed.

“Proud of you babes. You’ve got five minutes in the bathroom before we leave.”

Your eyes widen and she laughs again as you scramble towards the bathroom, only managing to brush your teeth and sort your hair out before Mandy is yelling for you to come out.

She’s pulling her shoes on as you throw your toothbrush in your bag and zip it shut, slipping into your own shoes.

“You’re riding with Rafe, by the way.” Your heart all but falls into your ass and you stop pushing your foot into your vans, turning to look at her.

Mandy looks like a mischievous little kid. She shrugs, grin plastered on her face. “What? You two are friends, aren’t you? It’s just a car ride.”

You open your mouth to protest, fight back- but you know you can’t. You hadn’t told her about your conflicted feelings, and how you’d been trying to avoid Rafe on the down low- and you knew that this was a ploy to get you to confess.

“Yeah, yeah. Friends.” She gives you the classic- I-don’t-believe-you look, that everyone seems to be giving you all the time- but doesn’t say anything. You finish putting on your shoes as there’s a knock at the door, the aforementioned Rafe peeking his head around.

Your heart lurches. He locks eyes with you for a second and smiles. “Mandy, are you decent?” You realise from where you’re stood, he can see you completely, but not Mandy.

She scoffs. “Thanks for asking. Yes.” He opens the door fully, choosing to lean against it, arms folded- and you’d be damned if you denied yourself a little stare. Those signature brown pants paired with a black t-shirt, hair tucked back in a cap.

You’re so fucked. So, astronomically fucked. A five hour car ride with him. “Pick your jaw up off the floor, woman.” Mandy pushes your shoulder, smirking at you. Rafe seems obvious to what she said to you, reaching forward to take her bag from her. You grasp your own, heart racing a thousand miles an hour.

“I’ll take that. We’re the bag car today.” Rafe’s fingers wrap around the strap of your bag and you touch for a second, eyes locking, Rafe smiling, almost forgetting how to uncurl your fingers- but it’s over just as quick, letting go of your bag and checking over the room one last time before locking the door and following the other two down the hallway.

Everyone else stands outside waiting. Topper, Summer, Kelce and Mandy were all going in Toppers truck. You were going in Rafe’s truck. With all the bags. Because of course you were. The stars really hated you.

Rafe chucks all the bags into the bed of his truck and pulls the top over them, shitting them in. After a quick discussion with Topper, you’re all climbing into your respective vehicles, you trying to stay as close to the door as humanly possible.

Rafe’s all smiles and conversing with Topper on the phone as he pulls onto the highway, leading everyone to one of his dad’s cabins in upstate New York. He’s got some songs playing pretty loud once he’s off the phone with Topper, and you slowly relax into the seat, staring out of the window.

“You’re awfully quiet,” You hum, eyes drifting over to look at him. He’s already looking back, barely paying attention to the road.

“Play attention to the road, idiot.” Rafe grins, turning back to the road.

“There she is. Where have you been?” You watch his fingers tap slowly on the wheel to the best of the song- which you realise is a Daniel Caesar song, something you’d have never thought Rafe would listen to, and you look back to the road.

Dark, bustling clouds roll in from the direction of you’re headed, and you can almost see the heavy rain from here. “Just tired.”

Rafe immediately reaches for the volume button on his stereo, turning the music down to a mull. “Bullshit. You forget I know you, inside and out.”

You grimace, the noise reverberating throughout the car and sounding like you’re about to be sick- but Rafe’s nothing short of amused, laughing his ass Off as he swerves on the road a little.

“Too soon?” He manages, coughing as he splutters the end of his laugh. You scowl at him, unsure if you’re actually upset or not.

Sex jokes used to be fine. Before you’d slept together. Now, they left a bitter taste in your mouth, one you weren’t sure about. He shouldn’t know you like that to make those jokes.

Not without it being a deeper connection. But it wasn’t, and never would be- so yeah, you didn’t like the jokes. Hated them, In fact.

“About ten centuries too early.” You turn to look out of the window again, a light spray of rain beginning to fall down on the truck. In the wing mirror, you can see toppers truck behind you- and you so god damn wish you were in that one instead of here.

“C’mon, lighten up,” Rafe knocks your knee with his hand, forcing you to look at him. Everytime he touched you- you felt it. More than you should. “We’re stuck in this car for four more hours. We need to talk.”

“Yeah. Just not about that, please.” You readjust in the seat, wrapping your jumper further around yourself. This time, Rafe raises one of his hands in self defence.

“Okay, fair enough. No sex jokes about us.”

You nod. “Thank you.”

“No problem, Pickle.”

You groan, hands splaying over your face. “Not that, either.”

Rafe chuckles, own hand coming to rest down on his thigh as he too settles into a comfier position in his seat. It’s embarrassingly hard not to stare.

“What? I can’t even talk about our greatest memory anymore?” You hear the humour in his voice and you recoil into the seat even more.

“No.”

“Not even if it’s really-”

“No, Rafe.”

“C’mon, Pickle! Lighten up. Nothing wrong with a nick-”

Your hand immediately reaches for the dial on the stereo, turning up the volume knob until it doesn’t turn anymore- but it doesn’t hid Rafe’s wicked cackle, his eyes darting between you and the now soaked road, as rain pelts down.

“It’s so funny because you’re embarrassed,” rafe huffs out, taking an exit off the highway. He turns the music down to an acceptable level and spares a glance over at you when you’re not looking.

He knows he shouldn’t. He knew he shouldn’t have crossed that line with you, knowing you’d react like this. He’d hoped you’d have still been in his bed that morning, the morning after- and this could’ve been a different story.

But no. You were gone. He knew where he stood, immediately. Friend zoned. What happened was a mistake, a drunken one.

As much as that pained him.

“Rafe? The lights green.” His eyes snap back into focus, pressing the gas pedal and getting through the light just as Topper honks his horn for an obnoxious amount of time.

The rain is pelting down heavily now, sky dark despite the early morning. He’s not sure how he’s going to make it through this weekend. Not sure at all.

When he joins onto another highway, he glances over at you again. You’re leaned against the door, head on the window, eyes shut. Peaceful. Just like that night.

He’s so screwed.

The truck comes to a stop outside a three storey cabin situated somewhere in a mountain range. You’re not sure exactly where you are, just somewhere upstate New York. You’d fallen asleep early on, waking up to the last half hour of the drive. Rafe, glowing in a different light- one you couldn’t quite place, didn’t really say anything to you when you woke up. Or for the rest of the journey.

The cabin is set back against a small lake, all different shades of grey, white and black. You’d only met Ward Cameron once- an unusual meeting at that- but this cabin made sense. It was Ward Cameron.

“This is it.” Rafe announces, unblocking himself and pushing open his door. He stands int the open door, stretching upwards, and you catch a glance of his stomach, toned and slightly hairy, underneath his shirt.

You busy yourself on unbuckling and climbing out of your own door.

Topper’s truck finally emerges into the driveway of the cabin, coming to a stop behind Rafe’s. Everyone’s quick to climb out, ecstatic at the sight of the massive cabin.

“Oh em gee! There’s a lake!” Summer squeals, jumping on the spot. “Let’s go, now.” She grasps Kelce’s hand, who laughs as he allows her to drag him along.

“Whoa. Wait, let’s get unpacked first.” Topper stops her. Summer huffs, crossing her arms over her chest like a toddler having a tantrum. You spare Mandy a glance who’s trying not to laugh.

Rafe opens the back of his truck and lets everyone grab their bags, leading everyone into the house. Summer calls shot gun on the biggest bedroom; despite it being Rafe’s family’s cabin- he doesn’t say anything though. Topper and Kelce pick two rooms next to each other- and Mandy picks the final room on that floor.

“There’s two bedrooms upstairs. Better views.” Rafe whispers, leaning down as he gestures to the stairs at the end of the hall. You swallow the lump in your throat. You don’t even want to look at Mandy to know she’s grinning like the fucking Cheshire Cat as you and Rafe climb the stairs, up to the top floor.

“Both rooms are basically the same. One faces the lake and one the mountains. These have got balconies too, so take your pick. I’m not bothered.” Rafe informs you, and you nod. The idea of seeing the lake isn’t as appealing as seeing the mountains, so you eventually pick the room with the mountain view- and it does not disappoint.

You drop your bag on the stool at the bottom of the bed, mesmerised by the view out of the doors and windows that completely cover the far wall of the room.

Pine trees line hills for miles, clouds of white and grey slowly wafting through them as the slip down the mountain. There’s a small stream running down too, off to the left side- barely visible other than the white crashes of water you can occasionally see- but it’s beautiful nonetheless. Not to mention the few other cabins you can see dotted around the valley.

Once you’ve snapped out of staring at the view, you turn back to your room. It’s considerably big to say it’s in the attic, basically- a big bed adorned with black sheets in the middle of the room, tv on the opposite wall, a door to the left of that that leads to a wardrobe.

You quickly discover that you’re sharing a bathroom with Rafe- said bathroom being between your two rooms. Like life couldn’t punch you in the face anymore.

“We’re all headed down to the lake in like ten minutes.” Rafe’s voice cuts through the silence and you jump, hand over your heart as you turn to him standing in your doorway. He’s already changed, a pair of swimming shorts on his bottom half and a buttoned up shirt on his top half- yet still in that hat.

You nod. “Mkay. I’ll get changed now.”

Rafe doesn’t move. He stands in your doorway, eyes slightly glossed over as you slowly unzip your bag, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Rafe? Go away?” He snaps out of whatever he was thinking about, blinking a few times before he’s leaving without saying a word, closing your door.

Weird. You shrug your shoulders as you pick a bikini, looking out of the window. The rain had only just stopped when you’d woken on the way here- and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a little cold outside right now. That lake would be freezing.

Still, you change, throwing a long cardigan over the top and slipping into your vans again, grabbing your phone. There’s a text from Mandy- along with the others that she’d been sending you throughout the car ride. Admittedly, you’d been ignoring her messages when you were awake- because you knew, without looking at them, what they entailed.

Mands kiss and make up yet? 08.47am

Mands suck his cock yet? 10.53am

Mands this is so Jason voorhees coded 11.30am

Mands on your own floor, all alonneeeee 12.25pm

You roll your eyes at her messages and lock your phone, choosing not to reply. You’d see her downstairs in literally five seconds to whack her up the side of her head anyway.

You can hear everyone chatting on the bottom floor as you climb down the last of the steps, walking through the foyer to the kitchen. Everyone’s around the island, beers already in hand.

“Ah! Here she is, drink.” Topper practically shoves a bottle of corona into your hand, pulling you to join everyone.

“A toast. To our friendship and this awesome weekend.” He raises his glass, summer following suit, then Kelce, Mandy, Rafe, and then yourself.

You lock eyes with Rafe as your glasses clink together. He’s holding in a breath before he takes a swig, and breaks the eye contact first.

“Lake time?” Summer asks, but you know it’s not a question. You’re happy for the distraction, and everyone agrees to head outside.

The breeze has basically disappeared and the sun is beginning to peak through the clouds, much to summer’s delight. She’s shrugging off her coverup and wading down into the water before anyone’s even got chance to find their bearings.

Topper and Kelce wade in behind her, Rafe soon following suit. You take a seat on one of the loungers, watching as everyone begins to splash around and swim in the water.

“You didn’t answer my messages, bitch.” Mandy takes a seat next to you, laying back on the lounger. Her sunglasses perch on the end of her nose, giving you the perfect view of her eyes- full of questioning.

You sigh. “Nothing happened.”

Mandy scoffs, raising an eyebrow. “Sure.”

“I’m being serious. We shook on being friends, remember?”

“You pinky promised me that you’d let me see your answers for the pop quiz in class last month and you broke that. What’s a handshake to a pinky promise?” She smirks, taking a sip of her drink- something pink in a glass.

Why’d you get a fucking beer? You know she’s caught you, yet, cheeks burning.

“Mandy I’m serious. He doesn’t feel that way and I don’t. It was just a drive.”

She hums, swirling her straw in her drink. “If that’s so true then why’re you doing that thing where you can’t look at me?”

“I-”

Mandy cackles. Full, loud, enough for the guys in the water to turn up and look at the two of you. “You so have a crush still. It’s so obvious.”

“I do not. We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, babes, and I’ve got D cups.” She pats her boobs, giving you the look. The don’t-bother-lying-to-me look. Your shoulder sag, knowing there’s no point in lying to her. She truly does know you better than anyone else.

“Okay, so maybe-”

Mandy leans forward, now sitting criss cross on the lounger, drink placed on the little table between the two of you.

You can tell from the smile on her face that she’s absolutely eating every single bit of this up, despite how embarrassingly humiliating it is for you.

“Maybe you’ve got a crush and you’re stuck now because you said friends. Am I correct?”

You know she’s right. Sure, it might be embarrassing- but it’s nice to have the burden of thinking about it off your shoulders for a while. To share it with someone else.

“Yeah. Theoretically, yes. But he doesn’t feel the same.”

Mandy claps her hands together, eyes glinting. “We cannot confirm or deny. I know what to do.”

“No, Mandy no.”

Her smirk appears again. “Oh yes, babes. Yes. Mission get Rafe to fall in love is already in motion.”

lol!!! This feels rushed but most of it was travel/ bit of Rafe’s side of things lols. Next part will get good 😌

[yanderenightmare]

Gojo Satoru

TW: yandere, kidnapping, captive reader, noncon, somnophilia

follow up to this part one

gn reader

Yeah, he kidnaps you within the same day…

He knows it isn’t inherently right, but he can justify it! You see, if anyone else were to find out your technique, you’d be in a lot of trouble—and by trouble, he means certain death or worse.

You’re a paradox. If he’d reported his find to the elders, they’d surely have sent assassins, given how terrified they are of the unknown—and you’re worse than an unknown—you’re a threat to jujutsu’s very foundation. He wouldn’t be surprised if they’d make weapons out of your body until nothing was left of you—just think about it—a bullet made from your flesh would have the instant power to disintegrate a curse on the spot. Or worse, they’d keep you alive and locked up somewhere, feeding you only to drain you of a dozen blood bags per day—like a farm.

Yes, this was better for you—with no one knowing of your existence except him. He’s the only one who can keep you safe.

Of course, you think he’s crazy. And he doesn’t blame you. You were just abducted by a stranger in the streets who not only insists that you’re an anomaly but wears a blindfold and claims to be a wizard out to protect you from people who would harvest your blood. Yeah, he wouldn’t believe him either.

The whole situation is messy, but at least you’re alive.

He gives you your own room. Of course, he’s not out to make you uncomfortable. You have your own room, bed, and bathroom, which is where you spend most of your time.

He can’t blame you for that, either. He won’t force you to spend time with him even though he wants to. But he’s not entirely innocent either—watching you through the cameras in the ceiling. It’s funny, but even on tape, you’re crystal clear. It’s calming to watch. Everything else makes his eyes hurt, hence the blindfold—but even that is but a dull salve. You’re the cure.

You warm up to him after a month or so. You come out of your room. He can tell you’re looking for weak spots to escape from, but you won’t find any. He’s gotten better at reading you now—having busied himself learning the language of your body looking at you without your knowledge. He only feels slightly guilty about it.

He can’t stop thinking about touching you, though. It really doesn’t have to be much—he’s never really been much of a playboy, despite people’s assumptions. Women and men have never been all that appealing when what he sees is everything they’re trying to hide. Though he has tried it a few times, he usually just takes care of it on his own if he needs to.

He's needed to a lot in the past weeks. But he promises himself he won’t force you into anything. That wouldn’t be fair.

You start talking to him another month later—actual conversations aside from the usual swearing or claims to let you go. No, you begin asking questions about the jujutsu world. He can’t tell if it’s because you’re curious or seeking information that might aid in your escape or if it’s simply a ploy to lower his guard, but it’s clear you still think he’s delusional. Either way, he doesn’t mind humoring you. He even tries demonstrating limitless for you, holding different objects as well as himself midair—but you seem convinced he’s just some talented crook. You’ve seen more compelling magic acts before, you say. He laughs.

He'd show you something more convincing, but you can’t see cursed spirits even with special glasses as the curse imbued into the lenses disrupts the moment you put them on, so to you, it’s the same as wearing fakes. In a way, curses don’t exist in your world. He’s tested it out a few times—simple flyheads, just to see what happens, and wow… It’s actually kind of scary how they just crumble upon contact with you—no residuals or anything left to prove that they were ever even there.

The only way to prove it to you would be to let someone else get mangled in front of you. Of course, it would only look like a body getting warped beyond recognition by the air—but he’s sure at that point, you’d no longer be able to assign normal logic to it. Not that he’s going to do any of that. He doesn’t really need you to believe him after all. It wouldn’t change anything. In fact, he prefers you don’t know. The jujutsu world is an ugly one—he doesn’t mind sheltering you from it.

Another four months in, and you’ve gotten comfortable. Well, it’s been half a year, so it’s taken its time, but still, he’s happy to have gotten there. You’re at the point where you ask him for things unrestricted—hobby stuff like books and paints and groceries. 

You’d taken to baking and cooking rather early on, which was great as his kitchen was practically in pristine and unused condition. He can’t blame you for growing tired of his unhealthy food habits—microwave dinners for the most part, other times leftovers he brings home from restaurants, otherwise just candy and pastries. You’d refused to make him anything in the start, but you’d soon caved when you realized he could just as simply refuse to bring you the ingredients. You’re now the designated cook of the house. It’s cute, like having his own little housewife.

Your guard has also dropped. You no longer flinch away when he’s close. Not that he allows himself to touch you improperly—just a little—a few accidental rubs here and then, brushing along you in passing, blaming it on the blindfold even when he can hear your feet pad along the floors in the utter silent emptiness of his house. And other innocent things... laying his hand on your head when he reaches for a glass in the cupboard above you, telling you he wouldn’t want you to hit yourself—brushing your back with his chest and his crotch on your rear. It can’t hurt—it only barely touches and just for a few seconds.

It makes him feel like a filthy drug addict, though. Desperate for a fix, then only wanting more once it’s gone…

He’s been coming to your room to watch you sleep almost every night. You don’t know. You’d be more wary of him if you did. But no, you’re under the impression he’s just some poor, disillusioned man who’s otherwise harmless. You don’t know, and he aims to keep it that way.

It’s for your sake. Just the same as you don’t know curses exist, you needn’t know of the cursed thoughts simmering within his head either. So, he does it for you. To spare you.

That’s what he tells himself when watching you obliviously drink the crushed pills he’s been feeding you for the last many months.

He’d reached his breaking point much sooner than he thought—just after he swore against it, actually. Limiting himself only seemed to make him ever more in need of you. But it was to be expected—he’s never been too good at abiding by rules. He’s always felt above them—even those he sets upon himself.

He’s happy you’ve warmed up to him when you’re awake now, too, utterly unaware you’ve been more than accommodating in your sleep.

Of course, he feels bad! But what you don’t know won’t hurt you.

Besides... give or take a few more months, and you’re bound to invite him into your bed at some point. It’s only natural—humans require contact and will accept what’s available to them. He’s only early in taking what he knows you’d give him sooner or later anyway.

You have no way of knowing how long you sleep, no windows, no watch—no idea you sleep more than half a day every night—half of that time spent with him.

He’d only spooned you at first—his bare hands laid in reverence against your soft skin, reveling in your heat while cuddling into you. It had been nice, but ultimately not enough. He’d resorted to undressing after a while, lying there naked—but still, doing nothing but holding you—skin-to-skin. That, as well, had only been enough for a while—now keeping a hand on you while tugging himself in the other. It seems that every indulgence he allows himself only serves to make the need within grow deeper. You rivet his entire body ablaze like nothing else… and he has this undying feeling pounding in his chest and throughout his body, down to his throbbing dick, that being inside you is going to feel like nothing he's ever felt before.

And you're so cute down there—pretty on his fingers—welcoming. Kissing there makes his candy addiction go to waste. He’s convinced burying his face between your thighs is where he belongs. Right there, smothered in the warmth with your taste flooding his mouth. He could die happy. 

And fuck if it doesn’t look like you need his cock inside you once he pulls away—spit-slicked, swollen, and fluttering for him—crying to be filled and fucked. 

The little sounds you make as he enters you are the sweetest sounds he’s heard in his life—pretty little mews and sleepy moans as he fills you out until you’re neatly settled around his base and fuck—he’s already cumming, melting within the surrounding cloudy warmth. 

It doesn’t stop him from remaining hard. 

Dropping his weight atop of you, he smothers you like a duvet—bodies pressed perfectly against each other as he kisses every and any part of you he can reach, snapping his hips in short thrusts deep within—sucking your lip while sinking his fingers into the plume of your haunches, lapping up the spit from within your mouth like a well granting all his wishes.

He cleans you up after—wipes you down, and frets over the bruises left on you, hoping you won’t read too much into how sore you are. Leaving the crimescene just as it had been before, then kisses you good night.

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[luveline]

How about ploy marauders going to a party and Sirius promised to do readers make up, but is late so the other two are making an attempt. Sure they might know how to do Sirius's messy style, but do they know big dramatic styles? Can James do a perfect wing?

<3 fem, 1k

“Can you stay still?” Remus asks, turning your face a half inch where it’s held in his hand. 

“Can James stop kissing me?” you ask. 

James pulls his face from the curve of your neck, the warmth of his lips lingering on your skin. “Sorry, are you busy?” 

“You’re supposed to be helping.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying yourself.” 

You smile. Remus rubs the softest curve under your eye with his thumb, the tip of his tongue sticking out between his lips. He doesn’t know he’s doing it, concentrating instead on your face and the wetness of your makeup where it’s beginning to sink in. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he sighs. 

“You know better than I do,” James says. 

You don’t know a thing about it, that’s why you’d arranged for Sirius to do your makeup tonight before Marl’s birthday bash, but where is your awful boyfriend? Late, decidedly unavailable for makeup-ing. 

“You’ve done his mascara a thousand times,” James argues with Remus. 

“Yes, but Sirius has never asked me to do his blush.” Remus’ hand moves to the side of your face. “You are lovely, though. I think using only a little of everything is working in our favour.” 

“Sirius only lets him do mascara because he already has nice eyelashes,” you worry. It won’t matter if Remus messes up or doesn’t get close enough to the root. 

“Yes, and because he likes it when Remus holds his face like that,” James points out, eyeing Remus’ hand where it stays at your cheek. Remus has long fingers, ever-so slightly thick with two golden rings that kiss your chin as he lets his hand fall, and he’s always gentle. 

“James, I’m tapping out.” 

James pretends to roll up sleeves he isn’t wearing, your bulkiest boyfriend in a short-sleeved t-shirt that showcases the lean muscle of his forearms, the not so lean ridges of his biceps. They tense as he sits up, his knee jabbing yours, the bed creaking dangerously beneath your angled weight. “What’s there left to do? She’s gorgeous.” 

“What did you want?” Remus asks you. 

“Uh, I wanted, you know…” You sound ridiculously shy. You wish you could just do all of this faff by yourself rather than force their attention, but neither boy seems annoyed. “He does that smudgey eyeliner, it makes my eyes look bigger. And lipgloss, but I can do that myself.” 

“Are you kidding? That’s the best part,” James says. He gives you a smile confident enough to reassure you and handsome enough to make you shy from his touch all over again. “Pass me the black pencil, Remus. I’ve got this.” 

James does not got this, his expression melding from happy, adoring, to perturbed, and then annoyed. “Aw, I’ve fucked it.” 

Remus shakes his head vehemently. “You haven’t! We just need a wet wipe.” 

They search the room for Sirius’ wet wipes and come up empty-handed. A towel is wetted and taken carefully to your eyes instead, cold and rough on your eyelids. 

“Be gentler,” Remus whispers. 

James is practically atop you know, your chin tilted up to his hand. “Sorry,” he whispers in turn, then to you solely, “‘m I hurting you?” 

“No.” You’re whispering too. It feels appropriate; they’re both very close to you, and this movement might fix or ruin your makeup with the party’s start time drawing ever closer. 

“I think I’ve fixed it,” James says, taking the pencil up again, the nib soft as it rolls over the corner of your eye. “Sirius can perfect it in the car, right?” 

“I thought you were good at everything?” you ask. 

James turns your face up impossibly higher, craning his head down for a peck. “Yes,” he whispers severely, “I’m good at everything. But Sirius is usually better. Quick, let’s find your lipgloss before we’re late.” 

Remus tries to tell James that it isn’t true, a serious conversation at a bad time, and James won’t listen to a word of it. They quibble over who’s doing your lipgloss, bathe you in compliments when they’re done —aw, dove, you look so cute, and cute? she looks perfect— then suddenly an abrupt beep is sounding outside. The three of you scramble into your jackets and down the stairs, meeting Sirius where he leans against the car. He throws the keys to Remus, ushering you into the backseat with him for some last minute clean up. 

“Hey, they’ve done a good job,” he praises, another hand on your face to turn it up kindly to the light. “Did you bring your lipgloss?”  

You nod quickly and dig for it in your jacket. 

“What!” James says from the front, turning in the passenger seat to complain. “That’s the one thing we did perfectly.” 

The car starts. Remus laughs to himself behind the steering wheel. 

“Did I say otherwise?” Sirius asks, letting his fingers curve toward the back of your neck. Pale in the light, eyes lit with something funny you’ve yet to hear, he dips in close to you and talks quietly, “I’m sorry, I promised I’d do your makeup for the party. But you’ve all done well without me, you look perfect, especially your lips.” 

“Then what did you want it for?” you ask, confused, your seat belt pulling as Sirius encourages you forward. 

“To reapply.” He taps your neck with a fingertip. “Spare a kiss? I promise I’ll fix any mess.” 

Commotion from the front seat.

“James–” Remus warns. 

“What? I want to watch.” 

“Freak,” Sirius says lovingly. 

“How am I a freak? She’s my girlfriend, you’re my boyfriend, and you’re doing that voice like you’re gonna lay her down in the back seat.” 

“James.” 

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[all-purpose-dish-soap]

thinkin about polite gaz being... not so polite when he realizes you're attracted to him. 

not like you let it slip on purpose. he only catches on because he's teasing you and flirting with you and he gets playfully physical and pins you against a wall. he does not miss the way your breath catches in your throat or the way you flush. bit submissive, aren't you?

his attitude changes instantly. he bets you he could keep you pinned right there. hell, he bets he could pick you up, toss you over his shoulder if he wanted to. when you ask him (a bit too breathlessly) if he'd really do that, he smirks at you and says there are plenty of reasons he might have to pick you up. makes it easier to show you who's boss, yeah?

your face gets so hot you think you might actually pass out. you fucking bottom.

he leans in, getting closer this time so you can't shy away; you have no choice but to hear him clearly. "you think you could handle being thrown around?"

if it killed you, you would die happy.

"how about i just throw you into bed instead?"

please, you squeak out.

his eyes gleam and he chuckles. "say please again and it'll be the floor."

nsfw ↓

he's not kidding about being able to pick you up either. or throw you. the moment he has a chance, he's definitely getting you into bed. and he's definitely enjoying how you squirm.

can i ask a favor of you? he asks, so politely, like he's not literally on top of you, pinning you down.

literally anything. you would do literally anything he asks.

"say please again. for me."

you stutter.

"you asked quite nicely for me to throw you. so if i ask, would you beg nicely for me to do other things?"

oh god. oh god. you're glad you're laying down, because you're sure your knees would give out if you were standing up.

when your brain reboots, you stumble over yourself to say yes, absolutely, please kiss me, please tear my clothes off, please hold me down and have your way with me--

god, he really likes that look on your face. he is really going to enjoy you. 

"you really are an excitable little thing, aren't you?" he says, smirk widening as his hand traces along your hip.

is that bad? you ask him.

"it's really hot. almost makes me feel bad for everything i want to do to you."

no, please, don't feel bad, you tell him. you immediately shift, trying to press yourself up against his body. you want him to use you for everything he wants. everything.

"so eager. can't wait, can you?"

no, you can't. you'll die if you have to wait. you try and fail to reign yourself in and be so fucking needy. you fumble with the buttons on your shirt, undoing them one by one, impatient and frustrated. he just smirks at you, letting you get yourself all worked up. just leans back and watches you, enjoying the sight.

when your mind catches up with what your hands are doing, you stall out on the last button. then, finally, he gives in and reaches forward to unhook it himself. then he yanks the whole shirt out of the way.

"good girl. god, you're cute when you're so red like that. you're really into this, aren't you?" his voice is sultry as his caress moves down to the button on your jeans. really just takes his damn time, enjoying how the slower he goes, the more desperate for him you get. but the way your hips twitch when he lays his hands on them has him fighting demons.

"that's it. keep moving. keep squirming." his voice is low and slow--he's trying to keep himself under control as much as you are. he wants so badly to grab your hips and just fucking rail you into the mattress, but it's more rewarding to be patient. how's he going to hear more of those sounds, see more of your desperate ploys to get under him, if it's all over right away?

obviously you have no such reservation. the moment he has your jeans unbuttoned, you're wiggling out of them and flipping onto your stomach, pushing your ass up in the air and fucking presenting yourself to him. please, you beg him, losing your goddamn mind, you can't take it anymore. can't he just...?

gaz damn near short-circuits at the image of you with your ass in the air. he barely manages to stop himself and weigh whether he should deny you a little bit more to heighten the anticipation.

fuck it. he can torment you more after he's inside you. multitasking.

you squeak in delight when he plants his hands between your shoulder blades and pushes your top half into the mattress, dragging your hips up toward his. he pushes you down, fitting his body over yours and putting his mouth next to your ear. he whispers right in your ear. "say please again."

please, please, please, you'll do anything, you tell him, wiggling your hips at him.

and he plans to take you up on that offer.

he leans in close, his breath warm on your skin. "good girl, he tells you. obedient girl."

you've never wanted to be under someone so badly.

your easy submission has him grinning. "are you a good girl all the time or just for me?"

for you, you mumble, hot with shame.

he pulls himself back even more and puts a knee on each side of you, pushing your legs apart. it gives you a shot of dopamine so intense you almost can't keep your ass up. 

"are you being good right now?"

you could be better for him, you tell him, so much better.

he likes the sound of that. it's getting hard to think, having your legs open and right there and he's trying to hold himself back but who wouldn't fall for the temptation he's experiencing right now? "how much better?"

you tell him you could please him more if you knew what he liked, if you could focus on him, if you didn't need more right now, if you didn't need him inside you so bad. your hips twitch again as you ramble, almost mindless.

"i like it when you speak so earnestly," he tells you.

that approval sends another shot of dopamine through you, and your hips buck against nothing. he hasn't even touched you there and you feel like you could finish any moment just from his voice. you're gonna die if you can't have him right now.

he's breathing heavier now, eyes fixed on your opening. his voice almost wavers, heavy with implication. "how bad do you need me, darling?" 

you start to dissolve into begging again--god dammit, he said he wanted you to beg and he's not even doing what you want, what you're begging for--and he interrupts. "you're going to ask properly first."

of course he's gonna make you fucking say it.

you beg and plead in every way you know how, promising every debased act you can think of. when his fingers finally press up against your heat--a teasingly light brush at first, and then a firm press--you dissolve into a mess of broken cries and pleas for him to keep going.

obviously he keeps talking to you in that low, sultry voice, telling you what an impatient little thing you are. chastising you. just another way to flex a little more power over you, and you're so weak for it. and then for that, he praises you.

"such a good girl," he tells you. "you want more?"

you open your mouth to say yes, you want everything, but then he presses his fingers in just the slightest bit, fingertips splitting you the slightest bit, and all you can do is keen. you rock your hips back into him desperately, sliding his fingers into you, and something in you snaps. you tip over the edge. oxytocin floods through you, your legs lock up, and shameless sounds fall from your lips. gaz's breath catches as you finish. then he grins.

gaz pulls you up to him fully and lies down above you. kisses you on the mouth and then trails his mouth down your jaw to your ear. "that was perfect," he says, breathless, and unashamedly horny about the fact that you just came on the second knuckles of two fingers.

you stare at him in muted shock yourself. you can't believe you just... you really just came like that? what's wrong with you?

"how about this," he says in a low, smooth voice. "since you were good, why don't you lay back down and let me fuck you properly?" he lifts your legs off the bed and raises your hips toward him. "let me do everything i want to you."

you swallow and nod, not trusting yourself to speak without squeaking.

"good girl." this time there's no hint of teasing. his eyes are hungry. "let your man take care of you."

...

[part 1] / part 2

more Gaz / masterlist tag

[lovebugism]

Hi!! I an so obsessed with your writing and characterization. Congrats on one year!! Can i request something for Steve?

Prompt:”i didnt realise we still weren't..."

Where someone asks reader and Steve how long theyve been together, Steve thinks theyd been dating this whole time, reader is confused cause Steve never asked her! Best friends to lovers and theyre both a little clueless. Thank you!!

i changed up the prompt a bit but i hope you like it :D — jim and joyce force you and steve to have an important talk about your relationship (established relationship-ish, also best friends to lovers-ish, fluff, 0.9k)

“Does it feel any better now?” Steve asks, cuddled next to you on the porch swing outside the Byers’ home. He’s been wearing the same worried glint in his honey eyes since the sun went down — when he tried to give you a piggyback ride and then slipped in the mud. He broke your fall for the most part, but your ankle got caught underneath him.

You nod, then grimace when you try to twist your foot. “Sorta…” you shrug.

“Have I said I’m sorry yet?” he jokes with a scrunch to the bridge of his chiseled nose.

“Only a billion times.”

“Well, I’m gonna make it a billion and one now. ‘Cause I’m sorry.”

“I’ve already said it’s okay,” you assure with a giggle, leaning over to knock your shoulder against his. “It doesn’t even feel that bad anymore. I swear.”

“I’ll kiss it better when we get home,” he offers, just to make you get all shy. His soft smirk widens to a fuller beam when his ploy works. “I mean, you are staying over tonight, right?”

“Of course,” you shrug. “How else are you gonna kiss my sprained ankle better?”

“Touché.”

He leans in for a kiss. The tip of his nose just barely grazes the side of yours when the screen door shrieks open. The Talking Heads playing from inside grows suddenly louder, then muffles again when the door shuts. Jim and Joyce stumble out together — eyes glassy and cheeks flushed, obviously not totally sober.

The woman pops a cigarette between her pink lips. Hopper lights it for her. “You know… I’ve already booked the reservation for Enzo’s,” he tells her lowly. His back faces the two of you, totally unaware of your presence and blocking any view of you.

“Oh,” she hums sarcastically, blowing smoke from her lungs. “Is that right?”

“Yep. So either I sit there all alone with my chee-anty, or you come and keep me company,” Jim lilts in a quiet, honeyed tone. “And if that doesn’t sound like a good time, then maybe the bottomless breadsticks will win you over.”

Steve leans against your shoulder. His mouth rests outside your ear. “Do you think they know we’re out here?” he asks.

You raise a silent hand with a pointed finger, shushing him without saying a word.

Joyce giggles like a teenage girl. “Look. I don’t even know if I like you,” she teases.

“But you’re thinking about it, right?” Hopper wonders, with all the hope of a schoolboy asking out a girl way out of his league. “‘Cause you should.”

Steve shifts. The porch swing squeaks. Both parents turn to face you, features softly agape. Jim blinks once. “You guys been sittin’ there the whole time?” he asks in a strangled voice.

“Enough to hear you groveling,” you answer.

“Alright…” he grumbles half-heartedly.

“The bottomless breadsticks are actually pretty good, Joyce,” Steve chirps obliviously, smiling wide and flitting his eyes between the two standing across the porch. “But, you know, if she doesn’t wanna go with you, Chief, I’m always available—”

“Okay, let’s go around back,” Hop announces, guiding Joyce down the steps with a hand curled gently around her elbow. The woman giggles when you whistle suggestively at them. Jim shouts at you over his shoulder. “Watch it! And ice that ankle when you get home!”

“Yes, sir.”

“And Harrington, don’t let her walk on it,” the man sighs, already exasperated. “Be a gentleman, alright? Give your girl a day’s bed rest, dote on her or whatever—”

“Oh, we’re not— I’m not his girlfriend,” you correct with a forced laugh.

Your words seem to take Steve by surprise. He flashes you a look, scruff features swirled with confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“We’re not dating, Steve.”

He scoffs an awkward laugh, brows pinching. “You’re joking, right?”

“Well, this is awkward,” Jim mumbles, grateful he’s not the butt of the joke for once.

Joyce slaps his arm. “Hop.”

“We’re gonna go,” the man announces, heading towards the backyard. “Have fun with… this.”

Steve waits until they’re gone to face you fully. He turns on the swing until his knee brushes the outside of your own. The hurt puppy expression on his face hasn’t quite ebbed. “You don’t think we’re dating?”

“You do?” you retort.

“Yes!” Steve shouts, talking wildly with his hands. “Our first date was at Enzo’s! I brought you flowers and everything!”

“You never asked me to be your girlfriend, Steve—”

“I thought it was implied!”

“—I thought you didn’t wanna be, like, official with me or something!”

Steve goes suddenly silent. His chest starts to ache like there’s a fire rising behind his ribcage. He swallows hard. “Have you been… Have you been seeing other people?”

“No!” you answer instantly, face twisted in abhorrence of the thought. “Of course not!”

“Okay. Good,” he nods, raking a hand through his wild hair and settling again. “‘Cause I haven’t either, so… We’ve basically been dating this whole time.”

You meet his smile with a playful glower. “You still shouldn’t asked me, though.”

“Well, I’m asking you now,” he announces and wraps an arm around your shoulder. He leans in until you can smell the birthday cake and soda on his breath. You don’t notice until now that your lipstick is smeared on his mouth. “Do you wanna be girlfriend-boyfriend with me?”

You purse your lips to the side with a playful hum. “Mm. I’ll think about it.”

“Oh, c’mon!”

[piplup335]

1 Eggs x reader! (yes, the skin) [also it's a part 2 lmao]

*ahem* HELLO, F E L L A S so yeah hi this is a part 2 to another fic i wrote, uhhhh the original is over here ima tag the major fellas in this story btw :,) never meant for that thing to have a part 2 but @quantoom (i cant ping you for some reason D:) requested for one and I felt like writing one as a coping mechanism ;-; I’m feeling quite under the weather recently

so uhhh

enjoy! :D

...o boi this was longer than expected ;-;

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After that one round, you were tired, stressed and burnt out. You did not feel like doing a single thing.

Every other round you had killing duty mostly involved you dragging your feet around the map, attacking anyone you crossed paths with and watching with empty, soulless eyes as the survivor ran away in fear like a scared puppy.

Shedletsky would keep slashing at you with his sword. Taph would toss his tripmines towards you whenever he had the chance. Chance himself would shoot you whenever he gambled enough, and even when his gun exploded on him and left him barely clinging to life, you didn't go after him. You knew Elliot would heal him anyway, and you probably wouldn't catch Chance before the round came to an end.

You knew you'd embarrass yourself in front of all the other survivors anyway. And you couldn't be bothered anymore.

In the past, you'd ruthlessly hunt down survivors with whatever you had at your disposal. You were always excited for rounds...it was one of your only sources of entertainment, after all. Then again, you liked the thrill of the chase. You enjoyed seeing the fear in their eyes as you chased them down, picking them off one by one. You liked seeing the blood drip from Elliot's mouth as you snapped his neck. You liked it when Shedletsky's sword fell from his hand onto the floor with a dull clatter as your weapon pierced his heart. A sound reflective of his fate. You liked watching Chance flip his coin as he ran away from you...only to miss his shot and get impaled by you.

There seemed to be a look in your eyes during matches. An almost manic expression. Manic, yet you still had your sanity intact. You simply liked the thrill of the kill. You thrived in this eternal game of cat and mouse.

But now, your unquenchable thirst for adrenaline was gone after that little ploy the survivors concocted. You were exhausted and burnt out. You ended up with self-doubt as to whether or not you were truly good enough...and you kept thinking about that round. About how you couldn't predict the survivors' actions, and how you fell for every single trick in the book. Self-doubt kept clawing at your mind, day and night. You didn't bother trying anymore.

The other killers noticed your now-sluggish nature.

Especially 1x1x1x1 and c00lkidd.

1x1x1x1 spent time with you much more often, comforting you through your constant self-doubt. They would often make requests to the Spectre for you, constantly checking up on you and bringing you some tidbits when you were feeling down. If you didn't feel like eating that day, they'd simply take your side of dinner to your room and spoon-feed you themself.

"Eat," they'd say, more as a demand than a request. "You need to eat something, dearest. It's for your good."

Sometimes, they'd entice you with the promise of your favourite dessert. And it worked like a charm, just as they expected.

c00lkidd saw 1x1x1x1 as an older brother, and naturally, he'd pay extra attention to you. Whenever 1x1x1x1 was in a round, he'd be the one checking up on you and cheering you up. The kid would even leave his drakobloxxer plushie with you sometimes while he went back to his room to take a nap, saying you needed it more than he did.

Sometimes, instead of sleeping in his room, he'd fall asleep in your bed, curled up against you like a cat as he snored softly, drakobloxxer plushie secure in his arms. But that just meant you had more company...and you appreciated it.

As you continued letting the survivors walk all over you during your rounds, your self-deprecation got progressively worse. Every time you got hit with a crushing blow to the face or blinded by a tripmine, you could only muster up the energy to perform a weak swing towards the survivors before trudging off to another part of the map.

It got so bad to the point 1x1x1x1 and c00lkidd both had to comfort you as you cried in bed. That round's killer was Jason. He knew about your state too...and silently vowed to annihilate all the survivors on your behalf.

"Dearest, it pains me to see you in such a state..."

1x1x1x1 gently rubbed your back as you cried in bed, curling up and using your bed to shield yourself from the outside world.

"1x, I'm useless...! I can't kill survivors like before, I get hit by every trap, I..."

A pained sob escaped you as you buried your face in the sheets, not wanting to look your lover in the eyes.

"...I'm worthless...! I just...I don't even have the energy to handle one survivor...!"

1x1x1x1 gripped your shoulders tightly.

"My love- (Y/n). Listen. Look at me."

You gazed up at him with dull, tear-streaked eyes.

1x1x1x1 hated seeing you in this state. They loved seeing you look so lively, so excited and hyped for the next round. They missed seeing that spark in your eyes after every one of your rounds. Win or lose, you'd laugh happily in their arms.

They had never seen a loss shake you up this badly.

Your eyes were empty. Lifeless. The sparks of hope now extinguished and stamped out, drowned in sorrow and despair.

"Love...don't let that round get to you. Your self-worth isn't determined by what you can do. It'll get better, I promise. You can do it, I believe in you."

c00lkidd placed his plushie next to you.

"(Y/n), take this! It'll make you feel better!"

You accepted the plushie with a sad, but grateful smile.

"...thanks, c00lkidd. 1x...you're an amazing partner...but don't believe in me. I'm too burnt out...I don't have the energy for this anymore. Don't put your trust in me...I'll never be able to live up to your expectations."

1x1x1x1's soul shattered. They despised seeing you in such a depressed state.

They despised your condition. They despised the survivors, who were the underlying cause of your self-hatred. Sure, they were the living embodiment of Shedletsky's hatred, but that didn't mean they'd wish it upon others, especially not you.

They had an idea.

A dumb one, but an idea nonetheless.

In the middle of the night, when everyone else was asleep, 1x1x1x1 quietly slipped out of their bed and grabbed a notepad and a pen.

They walked outside the killers' cabin, with a goal in mind.

As they opened the door, the cool night breeze brushed against their skin. There was no time for that, though...as time was of the essence then. It was best that they finished what they had set their mind to do before someone else woke up.

1x1x1x1 scribbled down a short message on the notepad.

"Let me join a round with (Y/n), or else."

They placed the note down on the wilted grass, brown and dead from all the times it had been trampled over. They sat on the wooden steps, waiting for a response.

The note fluttered away into the distance as a gust of wind swept by. "Good," 1x1x1x1 thought, "that means my message has been received."

Instead of receiving a response in the form of another note or an object, 1x1x1x1 felt darkness cloud their vision.

When they finally regained their sight, they found themself at the edge of a cliff. The sky was blood red, and pitch-black clouds dotted the horizon. Behind them was a forest, filled with nothing but dead trees. It was the Spectre's personal realm.

A sinister, deep voice filled the air.

"How...unexpected. I'd expect you, 1x1x1x1, to be one of the most sensible ones out of all the other killers. So why, pray tell, did you think it was a good idea to try and make a threat against me? This realm is MY creation. Mine to destroy whenever I please."

Laughter could be heard. Laughter which conveyed not humor nor amusement, but rather...mockery.

"Your life is in my hands, 1x1x1x1. I can end it if I want to. Such a foolish thought...to make a threat against ME."

1x1x1x1's zipper mouth curled into a snarl.

"...I don't care. I'm willing to do anything for my beloved. I'll fight alongside them and show them that they're not worthless, even if it costs me my life."

Silence. Silence filled the air.

A gust of wind brushed past 1x1x1x1, the wind sounding in their ears. An interested hum could finally be heard after an uncomfortably long pause.

"You're quite fond of your fellow killer, aren't you? I didn't expect that...especially not from you, 1x1x1x1. I'll tell you what. I only have one round planned for them tomorrow...so I'll toss you inside there too. However...c00lkidd is following you. No exceptions. Do we have a deal?"

As 1x1x1x1 pondered over their choice, the Spectre continued.

"Think about it. You and I will both get what we want. You get retribution for your oh-so-delicate lover, and I get a bit more entertainment. It would be fun to switch things up a bit, don't you think?"

The embodiment of hatred let out an annoyed groan. "Don't talk about my beloved like that. But fine...I agree to your terms."

Amused, distorted chuckling filled the air around him.

"I'm glad we could come to a consensus, then. Farewell, 1x1x1x1. I hope to see you put on a good show tomorrow."

And with that, 1x1x1x1 felt their vision blur and distort...slowly but surely warping them back into their room.

The morning sunlight roused you from your sleep. You dreaded the day ahead. More matches, getting injured and wounded too many times to count...by then, the pain from slashes and punches was nothing more than a dull ache in your body.

Luck wasn't on your side, however, as you got thrown into a round just as you finally got ready for the day.

You glanced around the map. Planet Voss...was that 1x1x1x1 nearby...?

You walked towards the semi-glowing figure nearby.

1x1x1x1 stood there, patting a hyperactive c00lkidd on the head.

"1x1! 1x1! We're playing together today?"

1x1x1x1 adjusted the chef's hat on their head and twirled a golden frying pan in one hand while gently ruffling c00lkidd's messy hair with the other.

"Yes, we are..."

Your lover looked up at you.

"...and it seems like (Y/n) is joining us too. Come on, kid...we got some people to tag."

The red child jumped for joy, practically bouncing in excitement. "Yay! This'll be so much fun!"

As c00lkidd sped on in front of the both of you, you turned to 1x1x1x1.

"Love, what's going on...? Why are the three of us in a round today...? The Spectre only does rounds with one killer..."

1x1x1x1 rubbed your back soothingly.

"Don't worry about it, dearest. Let's just say...none of the survivors will hurt you this round. I promise.”

You nodded, still unsure of what was going on, but you decided to trust them anyway.

c00lkidd ran on and spotted Guest 1337 and happily dashed towards him, sword in hand. The hyperactive child was always ready to play.

Guest, however, was unable to block in time. c00lkidd’s Walkspeed Override hit, and he giggled happily, brandishing his sword before him as the ex-soldier burst into flames.

“1x1! (Y/n)! Come onnnnn, this is so fun!”

A small smile made its way onto your face. Maybe c00lkidd’s infectious energy and 1x1x1x1’s calm nature would restore some life to you.

c00lkidd continued “playing” with Guest 1337, who was running towards Builderman to ask for a dispenser. 1x1x1x1 sprinted off, their apron's strings flying behind them and their golden pans clutched in their hands as they ran off in pursuit of more survivors. You glanced around you. c00lkidd had already put Guest 1337 to "sleep" and was now going after Builderman. You could see the faint glow of 1x1x1x1 from somewhere across the map. His movement seemed to be pre-determined. Calculated. As if he was in pursuit.

You decided to head in a different direction, in hopes of finding more survivors. To your delight, you stumbled upon Elliot, who was busy working on a generator.

His 80 HP would greatly benefit you since he'd be easy to kill, you thought to yourself. Three slashes and he'd be dead on the floor, lying in a pool of his own blood.

Fortunately for Elliot, he had a charge of Rush Hour and sprinted away.

Unfortunately for him, he ran into a dead end.

As the realisation settled in, he backed up into a blind spot, praying you wouldn't see him and he'd have a second chance to get away. His shoulders relaxed, however- you had been passive for the past few weeks, so surely you wouldn't kill him...?

Your head snapped towards him, manic fury in your eyes.

Oh. Guess not.

You charged towards the pizza delivery boy, weapon in hand and ready to inflict a gashing wound on him. Just like how Jason taught you.

Two strikes, and a third in the chest. You grinned at your perfect execution, and you kicked Elliot away as he limped away, now on 30 HP.

Twirling your weapon in your hand, you flung it at your target.

It struck him in the head and he fell over, lifeless. Bullseye.

"That's for all the times you healed my targets. Not so great now, are you..." you muttered to yourself.

You checked the list of survivors in the round.

You had just killed Elliot, so his portrait and name were now in red. As you looked down the list, you saw more red names.

Guest 1337. Builderman. Taph. Dusekkar. Two Time. They had fallen, too.

The only people left were Noob and Shedletsky...and the former was in sight.

You raised your blade high in the air and plunged it into the ground. Thorny vines took root, sprouting from the ground and spreading across the floor. They wrapped themselves around Elliot's body and took control of his corpse.

You had a minion at your disposal.

Blade in hand, you stealthily sought out Noob. The poor soul was looking around, panicked...frightened at what was to come. They saw all their teammates get picked off one by one, and they feared that they would be next.

Elliot's corpse haphazardly stumbled towards Noob. The survivor only realised it was a minion too late- Elliot already grabbed his pizza cutter and slashed at Noob.

"A- a minion! No, no, no...!"

The hunt was on.

You adjusted your blade in your hand and leapt towards them, ready to deliver a killing blow. Noob pulled out their slateskin potion, panic and desperation in their eyes as they hurriedly chugged it down.

"...I'm not dealing with that thing today. That's it. I'm tired of it." You grumbled.

You used the blunt edge of your blade to knock the glass bottle out of their hands. The substance spilt onto the grass, desaturating and hardening it till it was just like concrete.

"Perish, you puny Robloxian. Flowers...bloom and grow."

Vines sprouted from your hand and snaked towards Noob, tripping them over and holding them in place by their ankles. You strolled towards them, blade in hand and a coy smile on your face.

"It was never meant to be, little one."

You plunged your blade down. Glowing flowers sprouted all over Noob's body, climbing on top of one another high into the sky. The flowers formed and converged into a bud, which burst open into a beautiful, crystalline violet lotus.

You hadn't seen that in a while. And something about that breathtaking sight filled you with energy once again. Energy to hunt down the last survivor...Shedletsky.

Speaking of him, your locations were highlighted to each other. Just like with every other Last Man Standing scenario.

You were determined to hunt him down. You knew he concocted the plan that brought your mental state to ruins- he often gloated about it in front of you during those rounds where you did absolutely nothing.

And with your energy and willpower back, you were ready. Prepared. Determined, even, to avoid taking a single slash from him.

As you ran on past the trees and endless white walls, you finally spotted the chicken-eating glutton that humiliated you that very day. Shedletsky turned towards you, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Oh! Ready to get pwned again? Not today!"

He fled past the trees, but you were prepared. He turned a corner, and you followed closely behind him.

It was a trap. Shedletsky waited there, and the moment he saw you...he raised his Linked Sword, ready to strike.

"(Y/n), no-!"

A glowing figure shoved you aside. As you collapsed to the floor, you saw them.

1x1x1x1.

They took the hit for you and groaned in pain as the sword sliced their transparent torso.

"I did say I'd make sure none of the survivors would hurt you this round, sweetheart."

They looked up at Shedletsky, blazing rage in their eyes.

"I will not let you hurt one of the only individuals who are a source of comfort to me, Creator."

You glanced at your beloved, who was stumbling in pain. Neither of you enjoyed seeing the other injured, no matter how minor the injury was.

"Corrupt Nature!" A gleeful voice could be heard from somewhere behind you, and you turned your head to see c00lkidd throwing a brick at Shedletsky.

"Go on, (Y/n)! They're yours to tag!"

You turned back towards the brown-haired male, who was already limping away in pain. He seemed to be a bit dazed from the impact of the brick and was clearly not up to the task of running away from you.

"...not today, Shedletsky. I won't let you get away from me this time."

Sword in hand, you had a purpose. A goal. Kill Shedletsky.

You had all intentions to slash the soul out of him and turn him into a testament that your plants would always prevail. You wanted vengeance. Vengeance, for he had humiliated you all those weeks ago.

You sank your sword into the ground, vines shooting out to grasp at his ankles. Instead, Shedletsky deftly stepped around the plants, barely avoiding getting tangled up in the floral attack.

"Another cheap trick? C'monnnn, you can do better than this!"

Thirty seconds passed, and you were getting desperate. Only fifteen seconds remained on the clock, and he was still alive and running.

You almost ran into a wall. Five seconds wasted, ten seconds left to catch him.

Shedletsky turned around and tried to slash you. Your eyes widened in panic and horror, but your body instinctively reacted to avoid the attack. Eight seconds left.

Seven...six...five...

"Stay for dinner!"

A dark sword flew towards Shedletsky and hit him in the chest. Shadowy restraints bound him in place.

Four...three...two...

"I won't let you get away this time, Telamon. Flowers will always blossom in the end."

You sank your sword into his heart, as vines covered his body and constricted him.

One...

The Killers won.

You felt...light. Like the world around you was distorting.

When you finally came back to your senses, you found yourself back in the cabin, the other two killers by your side.

c00lkidd hugged you tightly, laughing and giggling happily like a young child.

"We did it! We won! Yay!"

He let out a soft yawn and retreated back to his room after letting you go. The kid was tired...he always was after a round. You couldn't blame him. Deep down, he was just a child. He was hyperactive at times, but he didn't have the energy capacity similar to the others. He got tired easily, and that was understandable.

As you watched the kid stumble back to his room, 1x1x1x1 glanced down at you.

The literal glowstick was taller than you. But the height difference didn't matter in your relationship, anyway.

"Feeling better, sweetheart?"

Your stoic expression softened into that of a happy smile. Then, soft chuckles.

They missed hearing you laugh like that. It was nearly identical to that before the fated round.

"Much better, 1x. Thank you...for everything."

You paused in your sentence, a sudden thought crossing your mind.

"Hey, 1x1...? Why were there three killers today? What happened? Did the Spectre make a mistake?"

The embodiment of hatred chuckled and adjusted their toque slightly. They knew the reason all too well.

"Don't worry about it, dearest. You did well. Do you want some dessert?"

The way your expression lit up as you nodded excitedly was all it took for the chef to know that their mission was a great success.

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and that’s all for today! thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed! I’ll see you all soon :D

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

BABY GIRL

Pairing - Jackson Rippner x fem!reader

Summary - Jackson likes to keep you doped up for both of your safety.

Warnings - Non-con, dub-con, drugging, manipulation, degrading, p in v, edging.

Word count - 1.9k+

Notes - Guess who wanted to work on one of her WIP's but decided to watch Red Eye and just had to write another one about my favourite boy.

You laid on the bed, completely naked against his body, he only wore his boxers, your left leg draped over his hips, his hand slowly caressing your back as your face was pressed up against his lean bare chest. 

The audio of the television was muffled, your sight blurred as you slowly breathed in and out. The sheets were hardly covering your flesh, but you were too dazed to pay attention to it. The sensation of his large fingers caressing your tender skin was enough to earn gentle moans from your soft lips. His cold blue eyes watched you like a hawk. Almost skeptical that you would commence a ploy against him, despite your doped state. 

Jackson Rippner was fascinated by you. The moment he saw you, he knew that you would be his. It was unfortunate with the circumstances you met under. Star crossed lovers in his opinion, a bit of a spiced uniqueness to your relationship.  

You were assigned to investigate him for terrorism. Many times you were warned about your high levels of ambition, your eagerness put you in danger. But you were always too stubborn to listen to your superiors. 

“Jackson” you murmured against his chest, almost drooling. He sighed lightly, his hand rubbing circles around your lower back. 

“Yes baby?” He asked softly, there was silence for a brief moment. Jackson waited patiently for you to respond as you raised your heavy head. 

“Are you going to keep me drugged up forever” you slowly questioned, your eyes ached to stay open, your thoughts blurred with sweet nothings. 

There was this blank, emotionless stare from him. As he was questioning himself, he really did wonder what he’d do with you in the long run. The thought of him keeping you mindless for the rest of your days made the blood rush to his cock. Only being mentally capable to muse the thought of him touching, fucking, loving you. 

But then he also wanted to take you out for an expensive dinner, vacate at a ski resort, hold you from behind as you cook him a loving homemade meal. Jackson never considered himself a romantic, but different people create a better you. The idea of having a life as one together made his heart flutter. 

“No baby girl” he answered eventually. 

“When will you stop” you breathed out, a small smile on your lips, a thread of hope. There was a small grin on his lips as his hands gently rubbed your hips. 

“When I know you’ll be a good girl for me” Jackson mocked, pulling you completely over his hips to saddle him. 

“I am a good girl” you countered, your head felt heavy yet your thoughts light. 

“Because you’re drugged up” he laughed softly, his large hand caressing your cheek as your face fell limp on him. 

“Touché” you snorted and he patted your cheek a couple of times. Sluggestly, you lifted your head back up, looking at him with innocent eyes. “Please sir, I promise to be good” you assured, but your small smile was all so devilish. 

That title always got the blood flowing to his cock. You could already feel his size growing underneath you. 

“Really? You cross your heart, hope to die, type of promise?” Jackson razzed, flashing you a toothy grin as his fingers slowly moved closer to your core.

“Yes sir” you promised, batting your eyes towards him. 

“Oh baby girl, how can I be so sure?” He toyed, titling his head to you. 

The scratches on his face were faint. Whenever he sobered you up, you were quick to get in every shot you could at him. However, you were foolish not to carefully plan out your scheme to escape, or as you preferred to do, attempting to kill him. 

“Because I love you cock Jacky” you moaned, his fingers toying with your clit. 

Within a blink, Jackson had flipped you onto your back. Holding your throat down against the mattress and huffing, flaring his teeth at you. “What did I tell you?” He snarled, his thumb rubbing over your chin.  

“You hate being called Jacky” you choked out, but you were still grinning at him. 

“And I thought you wanted to be a good girl” he pouted to you. 

“I do” you almost sang, coughing at the restriction to your throat. 

“Fix your mistake then” Jackson ordered calmly. 

“Because I love your cock, sir” you choked out, emphasizing the correction. With the release of your throat, Jackson sighed. 

“That’s a good whore” Jacksont grinned at you, flexing his hips forward. You pouted to him. “My good whore” he corrected himself, dropping his lips onto your neck.

It was pointless, trying to deny the sensation Jackson always brought over your body. It was too much effort to try to hide the pleasure he always bathed you in. 

This is where you belonged, underneath him, figuratively and literally. 

In small circular motions, his tongue swished over your heated skin, his hands ran slowly up and down your torso, his fingers playfully scratching at your nerves, his stubble tickled you. Your arms gradually enveloped around his back, your fingernails scraping at his skin lightly. 

“I’ll always take care of you baby girl. You know that right?” Jackson asked as he pushed his boxers down enough to free his throbbing length. 

“Yes, Jackson” you breathed out, laying your head back carelessly. 

“Could have gotten you killed, interfering with my business, like a little fucking brat. But I saved you…” Jackson grinned as he lined himself up with your gushing entrance.  

“No Jackson” you shook your head, moaning out softly as he gently pushed himself inside of you. 

“Who are you lying to?” Jackson snorted as he rested himself completely inside of our canal.

“This isn’t living” you countered, your hands rising up to the back of his neck, your legs raising up to your hips in unison.

Jackson couldn’t help but to laugh as his hips snapped back and forward. His lower lip was stuck in between his teeth as he searched for the perfect pace and speed.

“For someone who is constantly high, you sure as hell are conscious” he remarked, his hands holding onto your sides.

“I was always smarter than you” you murmured, biting onto your lower lip. 

Jackson laughed gently as his teeth nipped at your earlobe. 

“Yet look at where you are now. Be my good girl, I want to spoil you rotten. Don’t you want those things?” He toyed, his fingers rubbing your sensitive bud. 

“Yes Jackson” you answered emotionlessly. 

Most of the time it was easier to give him what he wanted, your complete submission. You were always so weak, tired, feeling out of body. The effect his touch had on your body was the biggest punishment. If you weren’t always so high, you’d be heavily humiliated with how badly you craved him. The control he had over your body was frightening, he was your puppeteer, always pulling on your strings despite how desperately you tried to cut yourself free. 

“I want to give you the world” he professed as he found the perfect rhythm to fuck you to. 

“I want to kill you” you whined out, face twitching as the high stimulation took over full steam ahead.

“No you don’t, you could never do such a thing” he mumbled, his hands pinning yours above your head. 

“But I’ve tried” you groaned as he hit your cervix. 

“And that’s okay” he assured you, kissing you in a sloppy manner as if to comfort your distressed thoughts. “You’re learning to be my good girl, yeah?” Jackson asked, teasing your bundle of nerves as he kept your pleasure swimming by the edge. 

“Yes Jackson” you shamefully admitted, your eyes swelled with tears as his thrusts became more painful. 

His mouth fell open into a large smirk at the sight of you crying. It was one of his favorite looks of yours. Over mere seconds, your tears formed into a stream as you sobbed underneath him. The clarity of your predicament washed over you once more. 

“Yeah, you’re so fucking pathetic. Acting like a tough, stuck up bitch. But you’re nothing but a little whore for cock, my cock to be precise” he grunted, feeling your walls clench around his throbbing size.

The sounds of your troubled moans always felt like a melody to him. The mixture between your logical and sensual thoughts left you in shame. Jackson kissed you deeply, your mouth was wide open but you refused to kiss him back. The taste of your tears made him growl like a wolf.

“Fuck, your director would be so disappointed in you. Everyone thinks you’re fucking dead. So get the stupid thoughts of breaking free out of that little mind of yours” he sneered, his free hand holding your chin in place as you tried to turn your head to the side. 

“Stop talking Jackson” you whimpered, desperately trying to focus on the pleasure and not his taunting words. 

“No one is looking for you. I have no tails, nobody cares about me. Only you did, you felt it too from the beginning, just like I did, our connection” he grinned as his balls slapped against your entrance. 

“Shut up Jackson” you whined as you felt your climax build. 

But Jackson loved watching you cry. It was amusing to watch your emotional strength crash, it was pleasing to look at your humiliation. A wonderful reminder of how reliable you are on him. Jackson loved to pull your strings around, to keep you on your hands and knees as he yanked you across the dirt. 

“Bet you wanted me to steal you away from your useless life. Now your biggest stress is wondering how many times you’ll get to squeeze my cock each day” he moaned out, kissing your tears away. 

“Shut the fuck up Jackson!” You screamed out as loud as you could, your weak body thrashed under him but it quickly left you exhausted. 

“Someone’s getting sober” Jackson pointed out with a grin, holding you down effortlessly. “Might just keep you tied up instead, I like your screams” he winked to you. 

“Please stop, please, please” you begged repetitively as he continued to fuck you senselessly. 

“Then tell me what I want to hear” he sighed, his hand combing back his damp hair from the sweat that trailed down his forehead.

“N-no” you shook your head, you could feel him twitch rapidly inside of you.  

You knew exactly what he wanted you to say. It was the thing you hated doing most. He always wanted you to say it when you were so close to finishing. 

“Please” he toyed, playfully begging you as he kept your built orgasm dangling from the edge.  

“Come on baby girl, make me feel good” he grunted as he smacked your rear. 

There was another weak shake of your head so Jackson held his body still inside of you. Pathetically, just like he always described you as, you whined out at the pressure built in your core. All you wanted to do right now was come undone, feel something good in this torture. But Jackson stared at you sternly, menacingly. His hands pressed down on your hips as you tried to rock yourself around him. 

“I-I love you” you admitted, your cheeks beet red. 

Instead of fucking you senselessly like you assumed he would. Jackson pulled himself out and jerked himself over you. Quickly, his white ropes of semen sprayed over your sweaty stomach. You panted, looking at the mess he made on you as your distressed expression made him chuckle silently. 

“I love you too” he replied blankly. 

As you caught your weak breath, Jackson laid his body on top of yours, his fingers touched your sensitive core, gently teasing you. You moaned out, ready to do anything to free yourself of your painful climax. 

“But so, drugged or tied?” Jackson cocked an eyebrow to you.

[hazbinwhoree]

Lute gave reader something and dropped them off at Adam's place. Now Adam had a very clingy reader who kept kissing him and laying on him like a cat. basically, reader gets drugged by Lute and Adam has to TRY to not be an asshole. Did Reader and Lute plan this? yes. But Adam doesn't need to know that this was a ploy to get him to be nice

Niceness Ploy

(Name) was a lovey drunk. The kind of drunk to hang onto whoever she’s with and tell them how wonderful they are and how much she loves them. The kind of drunk who calls everyone on her phone just to gush about how great they are.

Lute knew this, and very purposefully got (Name) as drunk as she could without making her sick.

Once (Name) was good and sloshed, Lute dragged her ass to Adam’s house and banged on the door. Adam opened it looking confused and mildly annoyed until he registered Lute and (Name) in front of him.

“Adaaam!” (Name) cried, throwing herself at him. He caught her, steadying her on her feet. “What the fuck?”

“She’s drunk,” Lute explained. “And I have to go, something came up. Take care of her!” She flew off before Adam could even argue. “What the fuck,” he repeated. (Name) was hanging onto his waist, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“You’re sooo cute, y’know?” Cute isn’t a word Adam would describe himself with but he feels his face flush pink. “And you’re sooo drunk, did you know?” Adam said. (Name) giggled. “Just a li*hic*-little.”

Adam sighed, picking her up and carrying her inside, resigned to the role Lute had thrown upon him. He took her up to his room depositing her on his bed. “You better not throw up on my sheets. Do you feel sick?”

(Name) tried to shake her head but made herself dizzy. “No.”

Adam grabbed the remote and turned on his TV, hoping to distract (Name). But (Name) whined at him to “come here!” until Adam did. He climbed onto the bed next to her and his face heated up as (Name) snuggled into his chest.

“Relax,” she slurred when Adam tensed. Adam relaxed his body, red dusting his cheeks. He wrapped an arm around her. “Let’s watch something funny,” (Name) suggested. Adam turned on an adult cartoon.

(Name) hummed contently, pressing a kiss to Adam’s chest. Adam couldn’t blush any harder. He scowled. The great Adam didn’t blush, this was some bullshit.

But something about (Name)’s drunken affection made him warm.

“I love you,” (Name) murmured. Adam froze. “What?”

“I love you,” (Name) repeated. Adam was quiet for a minute. “You’re drunk.” “Doesn’t change the fact that I love you,” (Name) said.

Little did Adam know, this had been Lute and (Name)’s plan all along. To get (Name) drunk enough to unabashedly confess and then drop her off with Adam, who would be forced to be nice. It had worked.

“I love you too,” Adam mumbled. (Name) smiled, snuggling further into his chest. “But I’m going to pretend this never happened unless you say it again when you’re sober tomorrow.”

“Deal.”

[vladbellylover]

(Part 2) “Owww, I’m sorry guys I guess I thought they weren’t ever going to come out.” Grant cringed as he reentered the hot tub, now aware that the cramps he’d been feeling were his bodies excruciatingly slow way of having kids.

“We’ve all seen it before man, you sure you want us to stay?” Kyle looked from Leo, to Grant, to Chuck, to Bruce. Silence.

“I-I can’t think… it hurts too bad. Oh god, and there’s three of them.” Grant looked at Bruce, teary-eyed and unsure. Kyle and Leo shared his worried gaze. Bruce took a breath, staying focused on the task at hand. He inserted a finger into his partner, resulting in a pained gasp.

“Ok… 6 centimeters, or 7? Between 6 and 7, I think.” Bruce took his fingers out and sat next to Grant, massaging his thighs. Chuck stood up, and knelt down on the other side of Grant.

“Listen you two, between me, Kyle, and Leo, we’ve been present for 9 births. I’m sure you’ve done your research Bruce, but it would be good to have us on retainer. Personally, I could more accurately tell you how dilated he is.” Grant closed his eyes and leaned back, muttering something about a ‘longest contraction ever’, Bruce glared at him.

“Chuck, if this is some ploy to feel him up, I will knock you up, make you give birth on a livestream, and play with you the whole time.” Bruce was wary, but knew Chuck was right.

“Do you see how tight my g-string is? You’ll be able to see if my dick moves a millimeter, and if it does I’ll go right to your bed, face down ass up.” Bruce nodded, still unable to imagine him pregnant at all. Chuck swims in between Grants legs, “I’m going to check your dilation now, after I’m done I won’t check it again until you feel the urge to push, so you have to tell someone, got it?” Grant nods, and does his best to watch while Chuck inserts a finger. His experience is evident in his gentleness. “About 7 centimeters, maybe a little less, you’ve got some time. Are we staying in the hot tub?” The contraction subsides, Grant tries to steady his breathing.

“Yes, I just think walking would be a bit too much work. Can someone grab me a glass of water?” Chuck, Kyle, and Leo all stood, not eager to be the one that didn’t get the pregnant guy a glass of water. Chuck told all of them to go with him, and that there was enough they needed for everyone to grab something.

Bruce turned to Grant, “How are you feeling?”

“Huge, thirsty, and like our friends are about to watch me get split in half.” Grant tried fruitlessly to gather his stomach into his hands.

“Well you weren’t complaining when I split in half 9 months ago.” Bruce chuckled, wrapping his arm around Grant. “You’re going to do great.”

“Well I can’t exactly fuck this up.” Grant responded sardonically, resting on his partners bicep.

Bruce kissed him on the cheek. “You know what I mean. The nursery is all set, your pecs have been leaking for days, we have formula, clothes, baby wipes, the whole shabang. All that you have to think about is what’s happening right now. I when you feel the urge to push Chuck is gonna be right there to let you know if it’s time. Then, you’re going to spread your legs, and I’ll be right in between them to catch our babies, Leo will probably hold your hand, Kyle-“

“Babe stop, I know what’s going to happen, I’m going to have contractions worse than these until it’s time, then I’m going to be in even more pain while I push, and then the relief of having the first one will be eschewed by the other two I have to push out.” Grant whined at the contraction, wishing it could stretch him the last three centimeters, and then ten extra so the babies could fall out.

Leo returned with a bottle of water, which Grant chugged immediately. Kyle carried a huge stack of towels and rags. Chuck held even more towels and a pair of scissors for the cords.

After an hour and a half of being doted on, Grant still felt no desire to push. Bruce had left for a moment, and Kyle took the opportunity to check on his friend.

“How’s it going big guy?” Kyle took the other vacant spot next to Grant, not daring to go near Bruce’s cock water.

“Same as usual, I’m large and the three barely-sentient parasites that I grew are in charge.” Grant grimaced, waiting for a new contraction.

Kyle smiled. “I told Stan, he said with Bruce and the rest of us, you’ll be fine.” The two paused. “He also said that he wishes he could’ve been as strong as you when he had our kid. The hospital was boring as all hell for him.” Grant chuckled lightly, his readiness for the next contraction had done nothing to help with the pain, and he hoped the laughter would fight back the tears. “I think you’re pretty brave too… and if in 9 months I end up in a hot tub, I hope it’s yours.”

Grant did his best to stifle his gasp, he didn’t want Bruce to think it was from more pain than it was. “You? No way! This is such awful timing, because I will not censor myself if you ask how bad this hurts. If you do end up in my hot tub, I hope it’s quadruplets, we gotta keep it interesting.” The two laughed, Grant didn’t think it was possible for Kyle to mature anymore, and he certainly didn’t think it would be like this!

“Don’t tell anyone, I’m still a little shocked I decided to do this.” Kyle smiled and rubbed his belly, aware of Grant’s silence.

“I think I might be a bit busy, get chucked over here, I don’t know how much longer I can go without listening to my body.” The contraction refused to secede as Kyle went over to Chuck and Bruce, as Chuck and Bruce ran over and asked a million questions, and as Chuck put his finger inside Grant for the last time.

Chuck took his finger out, “Do you like this position?”

Grant answered tentatively, “Yeah, is it…”

“Yes Grant, spread your legs, it’s time. For the second time today.”

(Part 3 soon!)

[blushweddinggowns]

Eddie got a few hours of sleep in before the loud creak of their shitty door ruined it. He squinted into the dark, groaning quietly when he saw the time. It was late. Late enough to be early. Almost 4:30 am.

He stretched, patient enough to not try to go back to sleep yet. He was hoping Steve would come in here soon, something that happened more often than not when he worked late. He only avoided him when he was too tired to shower, a habit that Eddie was trying to subtly talk him out of. 

But instead of the lone sound of Steve’s footsteps coming down the hall, he heard his voice, “No, no. He’s asleep.”

Eddie paused his stretching, curious.

“I think it’ll be fine if I keep quiet,” Steve said followed by the creak of their couch, “I’m in the living room anyway.”

Eddie sighed, too understanding to be annoyed. It wasn’t Steve’s fault he thought he could get away with it. Eddie had been sleeping better since whatever this was started between them. Good enough for the shower to not even be enough to wake him anymore.

Who would have thought that regularly scheduled orgasms could be the cure for insomnia? It just so happened that the effect was lessened when Steve wasn't in the bed with him. 

“Shut up!” Steve laughed, loud and clear despite the walls between them.

Eddie got out of bed, deciding to fake a bathroom trip so Steve knew that he had an audience. Even if he was slightly tempted to listen in, his natural inclination to be a nosey bitch poking its head out. 

“He’s adorable,” Steve sighed, his voice dropping. Barely audible through his door, “I’m obsessed.”

Eddie’s hand paused on the doorknob. He could hear Steve getting comfortable on the couch, the leather creaking under him. He saw him in his mind's eye, laid back, his legs hanging over one of the arms. 

“It’s perfect,” Steve said happily, “His mouth is insane, dude. It’s so pretty.”

It was time to give up the act of proprietary. Eddie pressed his ear against the door, officially eavesdropping. 

“Obviously, I did,” Steve laughed, “It was the first thing we did and it looked obscene. I don’t even think he gets how hot he is?”

Eddie’s eyes widened. He couldn’t- was he actually saying what it sounded like?

“Oh yeah,” Steve said easily, “That too. But I don't think he's lying about it. He's too shy. He just has a perfect dick and is a perfect sweetheart. All at the same time. Of course, it's good! Amazing actually.”

His face was burning, a mix of flattered and incredibly embarrassed. Steve had warned him that he told Robin everything but God. He went pretty damn far with it. He hadn't expected him to be so graphic. 

“He’s my boyfriend,” Steve said suddenly, his tone shifting, “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Wouldn't I know more than you?”

Eddie’s heart skipped a beat.

“He’s not seeing anyone else,” Steve huffed, “Yes, I know it for a fact! You don't even know him.”

Eddie wasn’t. Couldn’t even dream of it. He let himself sink to the floor, grinning ear to ear. The stretch of it almost uncomfortable. He probably looked as creepy as he was acting. Sitting in the dark, smiling like a mental patient with his face pressed against the thin wood of the door. He couldn’t even care, not when it felt like he just won the lottery. 

“I’m telling you it’s not a ploy! Attractive people can be virgins,” Steve groaned, “Why are you being so judgmental? Wha-I am not shitting where I eat, you ass! Why are you being such a pill about this?”

Steve didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Nothing outside of a few huffs and some mumbling under his breath. Eddie could only guess that he was on the receiving end of a long lecture. 

“Yeah, he’s going to be around for you to meet!” Steve eventually hissed, “I’m telling you, this is different. Oh yeah? Like your judgement’s so great? Fuck off.”

Eddie could feel the tension from behind the door. Then more wired quiet, Steve’s sounds of indignation softening by the second. 

“No. I think I’m…” Steve trailed off quietly. Tapering off into a sigh, “I don’t think either of us are playing around anymore.”

Eddie was suddenly starting to feel guilty for what he was doing. But not enough to stop. 

Steve’s voice got quieter, just above an audible whisper. Rightfully paranoid of being overheard. Eddie was straining to hear, “Yeah. I do. I know it’s soon but… I want him to know. I think I’m going to tell him.”

Eddie was praying those blank spaces were filled with what he thought. But part of him couldn’t believe that his life was this. It couldn’t be possible. He couldn’t be lucky enough to have the love of his life just drop into his lap. With mutual feelings?

But then again, what else could it possibly mean?

The smile was back in Steve’s voice, playfully huffing, “Yes. I will always love you more, you freak. You should be sorry. Plus, if you don’t trust my word then I’ll prove it to you. Oh no! Too late to back out now.”

Eddie could hear the couch squeak under Steve’s weight as he got to his feet, “You’ll see what I mean.”

an excerpt from this fic

[odyssean-flower]

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“Yes,” you nodded vigorously. Panic was now settling in. This isn’t real. I’m not actually going to share a bed with Neuvillette. That’s like…something out of a cheesy romance novel! “It’s not. I can just sleep on the floor. And--” “You most certainly are not,” Neuvillette fixed you with a look. “If anyone were to sleep on the floor, it shall be me.” “And I’m not letting you sleep on the floor either, and since there are no couches or sedans in here, it only stands to reason that we will both sleep on the bed.” The more you talked, the more you realized that this situation wasn’t as terrifying as it appeared at first. After all, this wasn’t some cliched romance plot where the two leads, with boundless unresolved sexual tension between them, were forced to share a bed and deal with their attraction to each other. This was just an inconvenient situation caused by some harebrained ploy of your sister’s which wouldn’t even work. Neither of you were attracted to each other physically (okay, maybe there was a little attraction on your part. But you weren’t some pervert who would act on it. …Perhaps I should sleep on the floor after all). “We are going to be mature adults about this,” you said. “Yes.” “This is just an unusual sleeping arrangement, that’s all. And the bed is plenty large for the both of us. It’s a queen-size.” “It does seem to be of that size.” “I’ve slept next to other people before. My sister, Anne… this is just like a sleepover.” “I’ve never experienced a sleepover before, but I shall trust your words on it, Madame.” You looked up, startled, and saw Neuvillette looking down at you, his eyes bright. You cleared your throat. “We’ll only be giving them amusement if we make a big fuss over this, so we won’t. We’ll both take a bath, and then get into bed and sleep, and that will be the end of it.” “That is what I’m planning to do,” Neuvillette said, the corners of his mouth lifting. You decided to stop talking.

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥

✧·˚ things with zaros have always been casual, right?

“i need to leave, i have a meeting with my mother.”

“stay.”

the word hangs in the air for a moment as zaros wraps his arms around your bare waist. you didn’t mean to be in this position with him, well you didn’t mean to be in multiple positions with him yet here you are, both of you naked under the covers of his bed after some passionate activities.

your fingers subconsciously play with the ends of his hair as he draws shapes on the small of your back, the action sends shivers up your spine.

“i have to go.” you reply but show no actual initiative to move from his arms.

“please my earis,” he says teasingly as he hides his face in your neck to place a whisper of a kiss. “stay with me. i do not wish to hate you again once you leave this room.”

“so it must be.” you kiss him gently and remove yourself from his arms to dress yourself as he watches your every move.

zaros stares for far too long as you button your clothing and secure everything in its proper place. he watches as your nimble fingers that once gripped his bed sheets mere moments ago now grip the fabric of your royal robes that hug your figure beautifully.

“i assume i will see you at dinner?” you ask, turning to look at him.

zaros refocuses on your eyes and suppresses a smile so you don’t notice how eager he is to see you again that the dinner between your two houses.

“yes of course.”

“good.” you reply as you tie the final knot on your robe and leave the room without another word.

zaros sat in his bed contemplating on how he got to this point in his life. fucking the earis but not being in a real relationship with them, everything was so confusing to him. he knew that you did not love him the way that he loved you, but a small part of him wished you did.

zaros leaves his bed and starts to get ready himself, putting on his shirt his eyes catch himself in the mirror and locks onto the marks you left on his lower neck. his fingertips graze over bruised skin gently as he examines them. you told him to never mark you for fear of someone seeing them but he never minded you making your claim on him.

something about these marking though triggers something in zaros and anger gets the best of him as he throws the vanity chair across the room. he breathes heavily before composing himself and fixing his hair in the mirror to join his mother for the upcoming dinner.

by the time dinner has rolled around zaros does his best to maintain his emotions that seemingly got the better of him after you left his room. your constant glances over at him are starting to get to him though and he does his best to focus on the food that is in front of him even if he can feel your eyes on him.

"i must excuse myself for a moment i believe i lost one of my broches in the hallway. zaros will you accompany me to look for it?"

zaros looks up at the mention of his name and stands to follow you into the empty hallway.

“did you actually lose your broche or is this just a ploy to get me alone?” zaros smirks, part of him can’t help but be a bit full of himself.

“i need you. let’s fuck.”

zaros is taken aback by the sudden confession. it’s not the crudeness of the statement more of the time and place for it and this was not the time nor place to fuck.

“you’re insane if you think i will fuck you while our parent are in the next room.”

“so that’s a no? i would’ve thought you were bolder than that zaros, i guess i was wrong about you.”

your words hit all the right places that you were intending to get zaros to do what you want. it’s easy to read his face since he is very expressive but somehow unaware of it.

your hand finds his arm and guides him to an empty room with a lock and against zaros’ better judgement he lets you take control of him once more for the second time that day.

“you’re such a good boy for me zaros.” you say as you kiss him deeply. a flush warms his face at the unexpected compliment from you. you rarely praise him like this, let alone kiss him with so much care, it confuses him.

“let us go before they grow more suspicious, hm?”

you’re both sweaty but he can’t help but think about how angelic you look with the glow of sweat shining on your body.

“you look beautiful…”

you lock eyes with him and nod before being the first to leave the room to return to the dinner. zaros is left alone with his thoughts for the second time that day and he hates it. he doesn’t know what to think or how to feel about you. he wants you but you don’t want him and it’s driving him mad. what could he be doing wrong? why are you so cold with him but so loving at times?

all zaros wants is answers that you are not willingly to easily give. unlike him who will always give his body, and soul if you’d only let him, to you.

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

[anto-pops]

The Serpent's Paramour CH 18 - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

Summary: You talk with Sebastian and make your stance on a number of things perfectly clear. With that mess dealt with, you make the most of your time with him. After all, you can't exactly go back to your room since you gave it up to Devlin...

Word Count: 9.5k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit language, confessions, explicit sexual content, sex with feelings, lots of sexual praise, oral sex, rough sex, basically just smut

Update schedule ?? Never heard of it. New chapter is up on Ao3 :))

Your face was still unnaturally red as you remained rooted to the floor outside of Sebastian’s door. It had been roughly two minutes since you’d made the short trek from your bedroom to his, and Devlin’s mocking laughter was still ringing in your ears, his taunts and jeers echoing repeatedly in your mind. 

“Try pushing the beds together, it might give you more room to work with.”

“The walls are thin– don’t crack the plaster.” 

Or your least favorite: “Do everyone a favor and try not to end up stuck with any little Sebastians.” 

Merlin. The man might be older, but you didn’t think his wit would ever dull with age. 

Stalling really wasn’t going to help you, though. This conversation was a week overdue, and hovering around like a ghost haunting the hallway wasn’t going to accomplish anything. But even though you had come to Uganda wanting desperately to be on good terms with Sebastian again, you were still incredibly nervous to clear the air with him. Finding out that he had been sent after you– that Victor was the one who had suggested finding you– had scared you. Moreover it had left you wondering if any of the sweeter, softer moments the two of you had shared were even real, or if they were all just some ploy to get you to trust him blindly. 

His behavior in recent days told you that there was some truth to the affection he had for you, but… the only way to know for certain was if you asked him. 

Rocking back on your heels, you sucked in a deep breath and knocked on the door, a strange sense of déjà vu washing over you as you thought back to the last time you’d sought Sebastian out like this. You hadn’t known it then, but that night spent draped around him in your bed would prove to be your last ever spent at the manor. At the same time you started to wonder if you would ever go back there, the door opened. 

Since Devlin had told you he and Sebastian were sharing a room, you elected to blame that for the glower on the brunet’s face. It quickly morphed into a look of surprise, however, and he stepped out into the hallway as he gave you a quick once over. “Are you alright? Is something wrong?” 

“No– I mean, yes. I’m fine, everything is good. Or, well, as good as it can be given the circumstances.” Merlin, you wanted to slap yourself. You couldn’t have sounded more frazzled if you tried. Sighing, you raked your fingers through your damp hair and spoke again, trying a smidge harder not to sound like you’d never held a conversation in your life. “Nothing is wrong. I just wanted to talk. Unless you’re about to go to bed, in which case I can come back in the morning. Or whenever works, it’s not urgent or anything–” 

“We can talk,” he insisted, mercifully cutting your nonsensical rambling short. Those brown eyes of his softened as he stepped back inside his room, holding the door open so you could tentatively step inside. 

Aside from the two twin beds Devlin had mentioned, the room was largely the same as yours, sans a bathroom. The same decor lined the walls, and both mattresses had matching quilts thrown over them. The view from this room’s window overlooked the front of the house, and the vantage point above the courtyard was slightly obscured by the gargantuan Acaccia trees that rimmed the edge of the property. The branches swaying in front of the glass panes made it seem like you were staying in the middle of the jungle.

You remained standing in the middle of the room as Sebastian closed the door behind you, the soft click of the latch sealing your fate. Despite your nerves, you weren’t nearly as afraid to speak with the dark wizard– not like you had been when you’d questioned him about Rookwood. This was something you both needed, and if Devlin was right and Sebastian had been privately agonizing over everything, you wanted to set the record straight. Especially since he had agreed to pause the journey to the ancient magic site and come to Uganda.

“I saw you practicing outside today,” Sebastian’s quiet voice sounded from your left, prompting you to glance at him as he busied himself with fixing the wrinkled edge of the blanket. He was still wearing the collared shirt he’d had on earlier, the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, but you spied the hint of a flush creeping up the back of his freckled neck. “For your first time trying, I think you did well.” 

Such monotonous small talk wasn’t what you’d expected when you had come in here. That, coupled with his skin reddening further, told you that he was anxious. “At least someone thinks so,” you eventually murmured. “I found the whole ordeal rather disappointing.” 

Sebastian shrugged, straightening once he had deemed the corner of the bed smooth enough. When he turned back around so you could see his face, you noticed that the flush had spread higher and was coloring his ears a brilliant shade of rouge. Any minute now and you assumed you would be watching him keel over from the stress. “No one said it was going to be easy, but Natty was right; if anyone can learn quickly, it’s you.” 

“I don’t know what gives everyone the idea that I can absorb knowledge at break-neck speed. I wasn’t exactly the greatest in school.” 

“You broke my dueling win-streak in Defense Against the Dark Arts on your first day,” he helpfully pointed out. “Natty was the best student in Charms class, and you beat her at Summoner’s Court like it was nothing. You learned every spell the Professors taught you in less than two days, and you took down a Troll in Hogsmeade by turning it into mist.” 

“But I used my ancient magic for th–”

“Come on, princess. Magic is magic– it doesn’t matter what kind you used back then. You’re a talented witch, so just accept that you did well today and we can move on to the real reason you’re here.” 

The curt statement left you gaping at the side of his head, and Sebastian rolled his neck before sitting down on the edge of his bed with his hands in his lap, looking for all intents and purposes like a child about to be scolded by a parent. If you had to guess, he was feeling rather pessimistic about your presence in his room to talk. You mirrored his position on the other bed so you were facing one another with ample space between the two of you. Warily, Sebastian glanced at you through his lashes, his leg bouncing in his attempts to expel the jitters that plagued him. 

“Why do you think I’m here?” you asked him after a moment. 

“To tell me off, mostly,” he murmured. “Or to tell me we’ll part ways when you finish your lessons with Natty. You– you seem happier here with everyone else than you did with me at the manor, and I can’t exactly blame you for that. If you want to leave when this is all over, then I’ll save you the time and tell you that it’s fine. Do what you think is right. I won’t stop you.”

Merlin, Devlin hadn’t been exaggerating. Sebastian really was moping. If one week of giving him the cold shoulder amounted to this, you wondered what he would be like if you actually did leave. Whatever look you had on your face made Sebastian shrink in on himself, and he averted his gaze to the window while he worked a muscle in his jaw. You didn’t think you had ever seen him so sullen. 

“I’m not going to leave,” you said matter-of-factly. His eyes were wide as they landed back on you, but you held up your hand to stop whatever comment he was about to make. “I want to see this training with Natty through to the end, and then yes, I’ll help you get the relic. But I have conditions.” 

Eagerly, he blurted, “Name them.” 

Alright… good start so far, you thought. “First, you need to talk to Anne. You need to get her to agree to this before we go through with anything, because I won’t force her to accept a cure if that isn’t what she wants. I know you think you know what she wants, but you’re only going to hurt her in the long run if you make her do anything she isn’t comfortable with. At this point her autonomy is the only thing she has control over, so her approval is essential.” 

Concern, apprehension, understanding, and fear passed over Sebastian’s face as he processed your terms. “What if she says no? What then?” 

“Then we leave her alone. We let her live her life the way she chooses, and we enjoy every moment of it with her for as long as we're able.” 

“But… she’ll die. I can’t–” he tipped his head forward to bury his fingers in his hair, directing the rest of his sentence to the floor. “I can’t lose her after everything. It’s not fair.” 

“Life isn’t fair, Sebastian. Everyone dies, but you have to consider what Anne wants. She’s here with you now, and despite everything that’s happened, she loves you. She’ll appreciate your acceptance more than your persistence.” 

For a while, he said nothing. He just blinked down at his feet as he forced himself to breathe deeply, and after you saw a fat tear slip down his nose and splatter against the floor, he managed to choke out a raspy, “Okay.” 

You almost wanted to cry alongside him, because you knew what you were asking wasn’t easy. Anne was the last of Sebastian’s family, and his desperation to save her bordered on extreme. Still, his willingness to try was commendable, and it was all you could hope for. “Thank you.” 

His voice was still choked when he asked, “What other conditions do you have?” 

Right. “If she agrees to the cure, then we move forward with the plan. But Rookwood– I don’t want him involved at all. He can’t know anything about our progress or where we are.” 

“Easy enough,” Sebastian nodded at the floor. “I haven’t been in touch with him since Henri kidnapped you. I’m sure he’s furious about it, but I meant what I said back in Colmar: I’m done answering to him.” 

“Is it really that easy? Your Vow with him doesn’t make you an indentured servant or anything?” 

“The Vow was established to ensure I didn’t mention his role in my escape to you. I wasn’t to talk about how I got out of Azkaban or the work I do on his behalf. Since Devlin filled you in on all of that, I can loosely talk about him, but I won’t tempt death by reiterating what you already know.” He glanced up at you, his eyes glossy under the dim light of the lanterns. “But you don’t have to worry about forced servitude. I was a willing participant before now, but I’m leaving whether he likes it or not.” 

A weight lifted from your shoulders at the confirmation. Unbeknownst to anyone else, you had wondered if Victor could somehow manage to sway Sebastian back to his side. If the Vow truly had just been a means to keep you from finding out the man was alive, that was good news. It further proved that you were right, too; Rookwood wanted you, not to help his protegee. 

Once again, you were left wondering if Sebastian secretly knew Leglimency, because he narrowed his eyes at you and said, “I swear to you; Victor won’t touch you. I won’t let him get near you, and if he tries, I’ll kill him with my bare hands.”  

Unsure of what to say to that, you settled for nodding in understanding. It made perfect sense that Sebastian had his own vendetta against the dark wizard after everything he had uncovered. In a way, it made you feel better. Victor had been using Sebastian to get to you, and Sebastian had lied to you because of Victor’s deception. At the end of the day, you’d both been played. 

Which left you with your last condition: you needed him to be honest with you. 

“There’s one more thing,” you looked away from his piercing stare to play with the fabric of your nightgown. “The lies, the secrets… it needs to stop. As in right now.”

“Of course,” he nodded vigorously as he sat forward. “I know I wasn’t truthful about a lot of things, but you have to know I never wanted to keep you in the dark like that. I just… I had no choice.” 

“You lied to me for months, Sebastian. You could have had Devlin tell me the truth from the very beginning to work around the Vow. Instead you just doubled down on the lies– you made me feel crazy for putting the pieces together.”

“I know.” His face fell upon hearing the harsh truth, and he exhaled shakily through his pursed lips. “I know. I’m sorry, princess. For everything. I’m sorry for tricking you, and for making you feel insane. You’re not stupid, and I should have known better than to try keeping the wool over your eyes after I found you in my office that day. You’re well within your rights to hate me for that.” 

That was just it: you didn’t hate him for it. You were too understanding for your own good, and the man’s kicked puppy demeanor had you relenting quickly. Anxiously balling your hands into your nightgown, you murmured, “I don’t hate you. I was upset, and I was hurt, and… now I’m just confused.” 

“Confused about what?” 

“It’s not as important and I might regret asking–”

“Ask it. If you want to know, it is important, and I’m done keeping things from you, princess.” 

You almost smiled, because the reassurance did more for you than he could ever know. “Was any of it real? What we… what we shared? Am I an idiot for thinking you genuinely liked me?” 

He was quiet for a minute, which scared you to no end. But then his gentle voice reached your ears as he said, “Every second of it was real for me.” 

Your head snapped up so fast that strands of your damp hair fell into your face. Sebastian looked overcome with emotions– though which kind, you weren’t sure– and he swiftly slid from the bed to kneel on the floor in front of you, taking your clasped hands in his larger ones. Unlike at the inn in Colmar, this time, you didn’t pull away from him. 

“When I was told to find you, I was furious. Yeah, you’d gone along with Ominis’ decision to turn me in, and I was still bitter about that. But I was also terrified that you would still hate me, and I was angry that Victor didn’t have faith in my ability to breach the site on my own. Then I saw you when the Ashwinders brought you in and I knew it was the right idea, if only because it gave me the chance to spend time with you again. You were so beat up from the way you’d been living that I couldn’t help but want you to stay. 

“I was right, though. You still resented me, and you were stubborn as hell in the beginning, but just having you around was like a breath of fresh air. It made all the difference in my day-to-day– something that Devlin never shut up about– but I didn’t care. Having you so close made me realize that I never stopped caring about you even when I was in Azkaban, and those moments we shared? In the office and in your room the morning before Henri showed up? They made me realize that everything I’d done and agreed to in those two years out of prison was worth it, because if I hadn’t, I never would have gotten to fall in love with you all over again.”  

Your eyes stung with unshed tears as you gazed down at Sebastian, completely and utterly at a loss for words. The bashful smile he flashed you warmed you to your very core, and when he lifted your joined hands to press a chaste kiss to your knuckles, you couldn’t hold back the waterworks any longer. The thick, salty rivulets cascaded down your cheeks and dripped off your chin to soak into your lap, which prompted Sebastian to reach out and brush his fingers against your skin. 

“Don’t cry, princess. Just don’t think for a second that the lies extended to how I feel about you, because that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I love you, and that’s never going to change.” 

Hoarsely, you croaked, “H-How can you love me? After Azkaban a-and everything else? I was… I got you sentenced, and then… I was such a bitch.”

He surprised you by laughing, the sound reverberating off the walls of the bedroom and bringing forth the smile you had suppressed earlier. “Kidnapping your childhood crush and stealing her wand is deserving of a little attitude, don’t you think?”

Yeah, okay. Point taken. “You really love me?” 

Nodding, Sebastian moved his hand so he was cupping the side of your jaw, trailing his thumb gently across your cheekbone. “I really love you. It’s hard not to– you don’t put up with my shit, you’re headstrong, and you’re devastatingly beautiful. Can you blame a guy for being enamored?” 

Your watery smile grew in that moment, and you reached up to wrap your fingers around Sebastian’s wrist as you shamelessly nuzzled into the warmth of his palm. “I love you too, you know. It’s why I was so pissed at you. You’re stubborn, you’re arrogant, and you’re prone to poor decision making–”

“This doesn’t sound at all like the traits I listed for you,” he mumbled incredulously. 

“You don’t need me to praise you, your ego is big enough as it is.” 

“That’s not the only thing that gets bigger when you praise me,” he purred coyly, waggling his eyebrows at you all the while. Unbelievable. 

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face never fell away as you mumbled, “You’re such a dog.” 

“If you pet me, I’ll–” 

You shut him up the only way you cared to; you let go of his wrist to clamp your hands on either side of his face, then leaned down to press your lips to his. Sebastian had no qualms about your methods and eagerly reciprocated the gesture, a throaty sound emanating from deep in his chest as his mouth molded to yours. 

The kiss started off tentative and smooth– salty from your shared tears and soft in the wake of such heartfelt declarations– but those silky kisses steadily turned into ravenous ones, and you let yourself become consumed by the shift. The swelling wave of feelings in your heart was hard to process, the sensation equal parts exhilarating and frightening, but you were ready to accept it. It was human nature to be scared of the unknown, but you wanted to know Sebastian. 

You wanted to know what motivated him, what scared him, and what enticed him. You wanted to know what made him tick, and what niche things he favored in life. You wanted to go beyond the obvious and get to know the mundane sides of him; his favorite color, his favorite food, his favorite place. You wanted to know which parts of himself he liked having touched, and what he looked like waking up beside you after a night spent much like the one in his office all those weeks ago. 

You wanted to know everything about him, and you were thrilled to discover that the prospect didn’t scare you. 

At the same time acceptance washed over you, Sebastian rose up from the floor, his lips still working in tandem with yours. The new angle forced you to drop your hands and lean back to accommodate him, but he didn’t stay standing for long. He carefully moved over you, bracing his knee on the bed so he could slowly guide you down until your back was flush to the mattress. His weight settling over you was perfect and made your head spin, and when you felt his hand bunching the material of your nightgown up your legs, you moaned wantonly. 

The feeling of his bare fingers skimming up your thigh was simultaneously too much and not enough, especially with the added knowledge that you had nothing on beneath the clothing. His other arm was braced beside your head as he continued to kiss you senseless, and when you shifted your leg up to press into his featherlight touch, the growl Sebastian let loose was absolutely sinful. 

When he broke away to catch his breath, you gasped for air as well, struggling to find the control that was swiftly slipping through your fingers. His eyes were positively luminescent as they bored into yours, and when he closed them tightly, it gave you a perfect view of the long, thick lashes that fanned across his cheeks. “I don’t know if we should do this here.” 

You threaded your fingers through the curlier strands of hair at the nape of his neck, hoping that he didn’t notice how badly your hands were trembling. “Me neither.” 

He nodded before lowering his head to kiss you again, his tongue probing for access with renewed tenacity. 

Good to see that you both had the same amount of willpower at present, which was next to none. 

Your lips parted of their own accord to allow for him to deepen the kiss, and your hands slid down his back to rip the hem of his shirt out of his waistband, the appendages finding their way under the material to splay against warm, tanned skin. The leg you’d lifted earlier came to hitch around his waist, and Sebastian effortlessly wrapped his hand under your thigh to hold you closer to him. The air in your lungs was stolen from you as he tilted his head to the side, devouring you with his mouth as though he were a man starved of your very essence, and you were all too willing to oblige him. 

“You,” he murmured in-between kisses. “Drive me crazy.” His hips rocked down against yours, his clothed groin rubbing tantalizingly against your bare cunt. You couldn’t stop the satisfied moan that spilled into Sebastian’s mouth in response to the motion, and he brazenly ran his hand up your thigh so he could grope at the swell of your rear. “You’re a vision, princess. I don’t deserve you.”

Your heart pounded wildly in your chest, the rapid thrumming tangible in every part of your body. The words left you before you could second guess them, “You deserve everything.” 

Sebastian pulled away from your lips to gaze down at you longingly. So many rebuttals danced on the tip of his tongue– you knew because you could see the gears in his head turning– but you dragged your hands to his front to begin deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt, opting to silence him with your actions instead of with your words. He let you work your way up the trail of clasps, his breathing growing ragged with every inch of skin you revealed. Before long, the attire fell open to give you an unobscured view of his toned chest, and you spotted the swirling edges of his tattoo poking out from beneath the collar. Your fingers traced the coiling pattern almost instinctively, and Sebastian shivered delightfully at your featherlight touch. 

He let you get your fill for a few uninterrupted seconds, watching you as you studied him at a slower, more leisurely pace than before. Back in his office, your joining had been frantic and unrestrained, the byproduct of weeks of tension finally reaching their boiling point. But here, in Natty’s house in rural Uganda, things were… calmer. More intimate. You wanted to take your time and enjoy every second to the fullest. 

But then Sebastian moved his hand from your rear to your waist, dragging your bunched up nightgown with it. He finally looked away from you to glance down between your legs, and a ravenous hunger immediately became visible on his face and ignited the fire in your veins. When he looked at you like that– predatorily, obsessively, insatiably– it made you feel like the most wanted woman in the world. 

You wanted Sebastian, and he wanted you. 

Suddenly motivated by your desires, you pushed him away and sat up, your leg falling back against the mattress. Sebastian’s hands flew down to assist in the removal of his trousers, but you peered up at him shyly through your lashes and whispered, “Let me. I want to try something.” 

The look on his face told you that he would let you try anything. With his pupils blown wide, his chest rising and falling quickly, and his hands shaking ever so slightly, you didn’t doubt that Sebastian was riding an anticipatory high to rival all others. It made you feel confident– enough so that once you unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down, you grasped him by his shoulders and steered him back against the bed. 

The dark wizard blinked up at you in wonder as he settled back against the pillows, watching with bated breath as you slid his trousers down his thighs. He lifted his hips to give you easier access, and once those were removed, you were left staring at a tenting pair of briefs. With what you hoped was a sensual expression, you hooked your fingers under the waistband to inch those down until the hard, thick length of him sprang free. 

It wasn’t like you could forget how big Sebastian was, but seeing his cock again after so long was like a slap to the face. The fat, red tip was already leaking, his length accentuated by the bulging veins that lined the shaft. It was a miracle that he had fit inside of you at all in the past, and you briefly wondered just how the hell you were going to go about your impulsive idea. 

Sebastian looked like he was on the verge of passing out– the mere sight of you kneeling between his legs and staring at his cock enough to work him into a vibrating frenzy. His unruly hair fell in front of his eyes as he tipped his head forward, a heady flush spreading from the tips of his ears all the way down his exposed chest. “You don’t have to do this, princess,” he muttered, his voice strained with desire. “I don’t expect you to. We can just–” 

“I want to,” you interjected, the stubborn tilt to your chin warranting a shudder from the brunet. “I will. I’m just… I’m thinking of what to do here.” 

“I really don’t think you can do anything wrong,” he reassured you breathlessly, then smirked and added, “Just don’t bite it off.”

Obviously. You appreciated the consolation, though. Knowing that he was okay with you trying whatever felt natural made you feel better. While you weren’t a master at anything like this, you hoped that your enthusiasm would make up for your lack of experience. 

Not wanting to waste any more time, you steeled your nerves and slid Sebastian’s briefs down more, leaning back when he hastily kicked the undergarments away before spreading his legs apart for you. You took advantage of the offered space and settled down on your stomach, the front hem of your nightgown bunching up under your hips, but that was hardly deserving of your attention right now. Sebastian’s cock twitched when you wrapped your hand around it, another thick bead of pre-cum pearling at the tip, and you chanced a quick glance at him to gauge his reaction. 

He looked more flustered than you had ever seen him, and for some unfathomable reason, that excited you. 

Needing no further encouragement, you gave him a testing squeeze before twisting your hand around the head, slicking your palm with the opaque liquid leaking from him. Sebastian’s legs tensed on either side of you, so you took that as a good sign. You repeated the motion a second time before leaning down to plant a quick, tentative kiss against one of the veins lining his shaft, and you were rewarded with the sound of his shaky intake of breath. Another good sign. 

You continued to slide your hand up and down his cock as you took to kissing whatever parts of him were left exposed. The swollen tip, his throbbing length– even venturing far down enough to the spot between his shaft and balls. That seemed to be a particularly sensitive area, and you heard Sebastian’s head thunk back against the headboard at the same time he groaned loudly. 

“Fucking hell– keep doing that, princess. Just– fuck, don’t stop–”

The needy timbre to his voice sent a spark of arousal straight to your groin. You had half a mind to stuff your hand in-between your legs to alleviate the growing tension there, but you didn’t want to risk ruining the pleasure Sebastian was feeling. So, you settled for clenching your thighs together. It helped… a little. 

More stammered praises fell from his lips as you twisted your wrist dexterously around the head of his cock, the wet, squelching sounds bringing a brilliant flush to your cheeks, but you didn’t lessen your ministrations. In fact, you grew bold enough to thumb gently at that delicate spot on the underside of his shaft as you carefully wrapped your lips around the tip. You laved the flat of your tongue over the copious amounts of pre-cum seeping from him, and getting to hear the throaty moan Sebastian let slip was nothing short of a spiritual experience. 

“Gods– gods– I take it back, you’ve got to stop. I can’t–” you silenced him by bobbing your head down lower, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could until you felt him bump against the back of your throat. Your tongue continued to press enticingly along the underside of his shaft all the while, and it was at that point Sebastian chose to bury his fingers in your hair and tug. “Stop– stop–” 

Well, since he was asking so nicely… 

You allowed him to pull you off of his cock, the shaky breath you sucked down intermingling with the frantic puffs of air Sebastian expelled. Through hooded eyes, you peered up at him as you wiped the back of your hand across your mouth, and the expression on his face was somehow a lot of things all at once. It was bewilderment, because you had actually just done that. It was discomfort, which you figured had to do with how solid and stiff he currently was. There was also blatant yearning twinkling in his dark irises.

You blamed yourself for that. 

He let go of your hair to grab you by the back of the neck, hauling you forward so abruptly that you fell against his chest. Your hands scrambled for purchase against the bed, but Sebastian held you steady as he recaptured your lips with his in a toe-curling kiss. If he was at all bothered by where your mouth had just been, he didn’t show it, and you felt his chest rumble against yours as he swept his tongue along your bottom lip. 

“You’re a fucking menace,” he growled under his breath. “A wicked, conniving little vixen. You expect me to believe you’ve never done that before?” 

You were going to answer him, but then he was kissing you again. Those warm, broad hands of his fell to your waist, hurriedly gathering your nightgown up your body to remove it entirely. Your attempts at helping were futile; Sebastian expertly hauled up the bunched material by himself, only deigning to break away from your swollen lips when the clothing passed over your head. 

He froze completely when he looked down at your naked body. His mouth opened, but no noise came out. Sebastian’s entire being seemed to be wholly consumed by you, and when you bashfully lowered your head to hide the blush creeping along your cheeks, your hair cascaded over your shoulders and tumbled over your breasts. Sebastian slipped his finger under your chin to force your eyes back on him, at which point he regained the ability to formulate coherent words. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?” 

No one had ever said something like that to you with such conviction before, which only prompted your blush to deepen. 

His eyes glimmered with mirth when he added, “You’re beautiful when you blush, too.” 

The soft smile you gave him was tender, and you shyly reached out to play with the edges of his shirt, the material still hanging loosely at his sides. “Flattery will absolutely get you everywhere right now.” 

“Good to know,” he mused with a smirk, dropping his finger from under your jaw to trail the digit down your neck, then between your breasts, before it scratched lightly above your navel. “Because I plan on going everywhere– and I think I’ll take the scenic route.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his teasing, and the sound prompted Sebastian to wrap his hands around your waist so he could move away from the pillows and swap places with you. In a flash, you were guided back against the mattress, your hair fanning out behind you like a halo as you gazed up at the brunet through hooded eyes. He matched the intensity of your stare easily– if not more so– as he smoothly shrugged his unbuttoned shirt off of his freckled, sculpted shoulders. His eyes burned you from the inside out, and the bone-deep fondness you felt for Sebastian nearly overwhelmed you in that moment. 

There was never a chance in hell you could have stayed away from him. Not after everything. You were two sides of the same coin; one motivated by dark magic while the other fled from it. Your life in recent years had been spent hiding from the sins of your past whereas Sebastian had embraced his. He was volatile and impulsive, and you tried to be rational and in control. When you had been brought before him in the manor for the first time, you had truly believed that you were natural opposites. Light and dark, good and bad. But in the end, you were both more alike than anything else, and acknowledging that fact didn’t scare you anymore. 

Sebastian kept his eyes on yours as he slithered down the bed, beginning the long, drawn out process of worshiping every part of your body he came across. His hands trailed up your calves, ghosting his thumbs over each spot he kissed– and he took exceptional care to bestow extra attention to the sensitive skin of your inner legs. Those plush, soft lips of his formed a grin when you jolted in response, and your hands fisted around the sheets when he playfully nipped at the junction of your thigh and nether region. He did it once more– chuckling when you twitched again– and then he actually bit down. 

“M-Merlin, Sebastian, what–” you gasped when he started to suck at the patch of skin between his teeth, the sensations setting your nerves ablaze. It was so close to where you actually wanted his mouth, the close proximity making you mewl and shift atop the bed, but Sebastian didn’t relent. He worked his mark into your thigh with gusto, watching you through his lashes as he wrapped his arm under your leg to hold you more firmly to his mouth. 

The torment didn’t end there. Once he was satisfied with the purpling bruise, he moved on to your other leg, giving it the same treatment despite your writhing. You could feel how wet you were becoming– and you were astounded that your body was reacting in such a way when he hadn’t even made contact with your center yet. 

Once both of your thighs were amply decorated with a slew of love-bites that you knew would take an eternity to fade, Sebastian slid an arm under each leg and pulled you down the mattress easily. His face was mere inches away from your cunt, and the immoral gleam in his eyes told you that he was nowhere near finished playing with you. 

That was exactly what he was doing, too. Playing with you. He was toying with your body– tweaking different parts to see what got you to squirm, what made you moan, and how much you could take before you inevitably got impatient. 

“You look agitated, princess,” Sebastian remarked coyly, digging his fingers into the tops of your thighs. “Something wrong?” 

The gall of this man. Your grip on the bed sheets turned white knuckled at the same time you narrowed your eyes, “Quit messing around.” 

The faux innocent look on his face was positively dripping with sarcasm, as was his voice when he retorted, “I said I was taking the scenic route… are you trying to rush out of here or something?” 

“Hardly,” you muttered, knowing damn well that you had nowhere to rush back to. “I gave up my room to Devlin, so I’m stuck here all night.” 

“All the more reason for you to practice patience, your highness. Good things come to those who wait.” 

You were about to tell him exactly where he could stick his patience, but he leaned forward to exhale roughly against your wet, waiting folds, and suddenly you were the living embodiment of the word. The way your lips parted with anticipation would have been humiliating in any other situation, but right now you were drawn tauter than a wire. You wanted– no, you needed him to close the distance. 

The asshole knew it, too. His taunting grin was proof enough. So, you obediently held back the snide comments that danced on the tip of your tongue and waited. 

And waited. 

A few more seconds ticked by, and you were still waiting.

He was still smiling at you. 

Just as the extent of your patience began to thin, you heard his husky voice murmur, “Good girl.” 

Then his mouth was on you, and your back was arching off the bed. 

The hard, flat expanse of Sebastian’s tongue swept through your folds, pressing deliciously against your clit and pulling a strangled whine from your throat. He lapped furiously between your legs as though it were the only thing he knew how to do– each pass of the wet muscle lingering against your bundle of nerves longer than the one before– and with his arms locked tight around your thighs, all you could do was take it. 

The sloppy, sordid sounds that filled your ears were nothing short of obscene. Your needy moans reverberated off the walls of the bedroom, but you didn’t care if anyone heard. You couldn’t care– your mind was overwhelmed with the never ending pleasure Sebastian gave to you, reducing you to nothing more than a sentient ball of desire. 

The tip of his tongue plunged deep within your trembling walls, his nose shamelessly burying itself against your clit, and even Sebastian wasn’t strong enough to stop your legs from clamping down on either side of his head. “Gods– Sebastian–” 

His laugh was so muffled that you barely heard it, but you absolutely felt it. You groaned ardently and abandoned the sheets, raking your nails across his scalp before tangling your fingers around the strands. It all felt so good, but you didn’t want to close your eyes like your body demanded. Instead you looked down at the man reverently sprawled between your legs, taking in the sight of his broad back tensing and untensing, his hips undulating against the mattress as he devoured you. 

He was rutting into the bed. Fuck. 

That brought you closer to the edge than anything else– the knowledge that he was deriving pleasure from pleasuring you. Your tryst in his office weeks ago was child's play next to this. You had never been so aroused in your entire life, and the fire burning in your gut amplified tenfold. 

“I’m–” your voice halted when he withdrew his tongue abruptly, sliding it back to your clit again before glancing up at you. His stare branded you down to your very soul before he sealed his lips around the swollen pearl, somehow rubbing titillating little circles over it with his tongue. His palms trailed up your thighs to soothingly caress your lower stomach, which allowed him to feel how tense your abdominal muscles were. Your body trembled with its pending release, and Sebastian’s eyes darkened in understanding, his dexterous tongue quickening its movement with renewed vigor. 

He wasn’t going to stop, and you were so, so fucking grateful for it. 

The tidal wave of pleasure that washed over you was so powerful, it brought forth a surge of your dark magic. Nothing like what it had been at the manor– just a ripple that filled the room before suddenly dissipating– but it was tangible all the same. Your eyes squeezed shut as your head fell back against the pillows, a long, drawn out moan escaping your throat, and Sebastian continued to move his mouth over you through all of it. 

Only once you were twitching and limp did he relent and pull away from your cunt, his lips glistening with the evidence of your pleasure. He panted heavily as he pushed himself up to crawl over you, his biceps flexing as he stared down at you with a hunger that bordered on animalistic, and you swore you had never seen a more erotic sight. 

The lightning-looking tattoo on his right arm seemed to coil faster around the limb, but that was easy to overlook when you compared it to the debonair wizard it was imprinted on. Sebastian’s hair fell into his face and cast a seductive shadow across his lust-dark eyes, the corded muscles in his arms bulging as he held himself over you with his hands braced beside your head. The sheer size of his body was all the more apparent when you were caged beneath it, and you numbly reached up to press your hand to his chest. His heart hammered violently against his sternum, and when your eyes flicked back to meet his, he clasped your hand in his before pinning it to the bed, then leaned down to kiss you. 

The action said more than any words could, but when he lowered his hips so his cock fell heavily against your hip, you groaned into his mouth. 

Sebastian kissed you deeply, indulging for a long while while both of your bodies came down from the highs they’d been riding. Yours was more of the post-climax type, but Sebastians? His was one born of denied release and a desperate need to remedy that fact. You could feel the tension radiating from him, the arm that pinned yours to the bed quaking minutely. His shaky exhales were colored by barely there groans, and that was what caused you to finally pull away from the intoxicating taste of his lips. 

“You’re shaking,” you remarked lamely. The fingers attached to your restrained hand wiggled tellingly, and Sebastian’s grip on your wrist tightened. 

“I’m…” his voice was low and strained, further validating your assumption that he was holding back. His eyes slid shut for a moment, and you watched as he sucked in a steadying breath with rapt focus. “I’m fine. Just… trying really hard to stay gentlemanly.”

The assortment of love-bites on your legs said that it was far too late for that. “Why? Don’t tell me we’re going to have a picnic on the floor now. Or are you planning on reading me a bedtime story?”

Sebastian’s eyes opened into narrow slits at the taunting challenge in your voice. “You’re walking a dangerous line, princess.”

“Just calling it like I see it,” you shrugged, perfectly aware of how risky your teasing was. “If I wanted ‘gentlemanly’, I’d be in Ominis’ room taking notes on which fork to use at a formal dinner party.” 

Regardless of the statement itself, mentioning the Auror elicited a deep, rumbling growl from Sebastian. It was at that point you considered you might have made a mistake; maybe metaphorically poking the sleeping Graphorn wasn’t the smartest idea. 

“Alright, darling,” he muttered seriously, sliding his knee up the bed so it was nestled directly between your legs. You gasped when it made contact with your still-sensitive center, the sound bringing a savage grin to the dark wizard’s face. “No more niceties. But when you’re crying and begging for a break later, just remember you asked for it.” 

“W-Wait, I didn’t mean– ah!” Your remaining free hand was swiftly manhandled alongside your restrained one, Sebastian’s one-handed grip on both of your wrists more than sufficient to keep them bound. His expression had transformed into one that was purely and unequivocally feral. The self-control he had exercised earlier was nowhere to be found as he used the knee between your legs to knock your thighs apart. When he curled his empty hand under one of your knees to hoist it off the bed, you stammered incredulously, a heady flush erupting down your chest as you were brazenly spread open for him. 

The weight of his cock made its grand reappearance against your hip, the blunt head dragging down, down, down, until it pressed tellingly against your slick folds. Sebastian fixed you with a predatory look– his lips curling into a self-satisfied smirk as he let your knee fall over the crook of his elbow– and he held your stare with fiery intention as he gingerly pressed into your soaked hole. 

Your eyes rolled back into your skull at the feeling, your lips parting around an airy whimper. Sebastian’s guttural moan shook you to your core, his hands clenching around your wrists in a way that made the bones rub together uncomfortably, but you were hardly of a mind to care. His cock was thick. So gloriously long and perfect– you couldn’t help thinking that you were made to take him. It felt like an eternity had passed before he bottomed out in your fluttering walls, the breach made so much smoother thanks to the copious amounts of slick still coating your lower half. 

Sebastian gave you the briefest of moments to adjust, in which time he managed to grit through clenched teeth, “F-Fuck, princess– you feel so hot. You’re so wet– gods…” 

Something akin to a croak was your response, and then he was moving. 

The drag of his cock through your walls felt like nothing born of this Earth. Somehow, someway, the way he held your leg up allowed for him to probe deeper than ever, the tip of his length brushing against parts of you that had never been touched before. It felt like he was stirring up your very insides– each steady pump of his hips halting your breathing and making your mind go blank. The steady roll of his pelvis was methodical and controlled, and while it was a great way to get acclimated, it left you yearning for more. 

“S-Sebastian, please,” you wheezed, digging your nails into your palms as you attempted to rut up against him. “Please, more.” 

The brunet’s head fell forward so it was inches away from yours, your crazed face reflecting back at you in his dilated pupils. The tip of his incisors peeked out from behind his upper lip as he grinned diabilocally at you. “I can’t hear you, princess. You’re going to have to speak up.” 

“More,” you begged louder. “I want more. I want it– I can take it.”

Maybe you’d look back on this moment in the morning and feel some semblance of shame, or maybe you wouldn’t. But right now? You didn’t care. Especially not when your pleading got you everything you’d asked for and then some. 

Sebastian put more of his weight on the arm he held yours down with, shoving your conjoined wrists so far into the mattress that the springs beneath strained. You were more flexible than you gave yourself credit for, because when he readjusted your elevated leg so it hooked over his shoulder, you were effectively bent in half with next to no difficulty. He held the limb in place by gripping the top of your thigh, and then without any warning, he picked up his pace. 

This was far from love-making or fucking. Sebastian was consuming you– claiming you– slapping his hips against your skin loudly and roughly and with no hint of restraint. He rammed his cock into your cunt, your body sucking him deeper of its own accord and tightening so ferociously that a bestial hiss slipped through his clenched teeth. 

“Perfect–” you heard him groan, which prompted you to crack your eyes open. “Fucking perfect. All of you– all mine. All for me.” 

It was completely possessive, and it made your head swim with potent arousal. Your eyes greedily drank in every inch of his body; his broad, sculpted shoulders, his toned abdomen, the veins in his arm rising to the surface as he maintained his unrelenting hold on your wrists. The man was a work of art, and if your brain wasn’t currently being muddled by his hips hammering against your ass, you would tell him as much. You wanted to communicate that you were his– that your heart belonged to him, and that he could have you any way he wanted. 

But then the hand he held your thigh with drifted lower to rest on your lower stomach, the subtle pressure he applied there making you acutely aware of just how deep inside of you he was, and suddenly the head of his cock was hitting the same spot that had driven you mad in his office. You gave up on trying to speak. 

Instead, you wailed. 

You were delirious. 

Your spine attempted to round off the mattress, but between Sebastian’s grip on your arms and your knee slung over his shoulder, all you managed to do was crane your neck back. That spot– whatever it was his cock was touching nullified all coherent thought. Your folded position and his hand pressing on your stomach forced you to remain in place and endure the euphoric torment, and you were fairly certain your eyes fucking crossed. 

“I-I can’t– I can’t–” you babbled dumbly. A tight knot of pleasure was quickly forming in your gut– right where his hand was pressing down– and you were almost afraid for it to come undone, because it was too much. “S-Seb– Seb–” 

“Come on, princess. Where’s that smart mouth of yours now?” He chuckled darkly, the sound punctuated by the rough, grating breaths he expelled from his lungs. “Is it good, darling? More?” 

Gods, could there even be anything more to give after this? The hard thickness of his cock driving into you, punching the very air from your lungs as it simultaneously dragged over that sweet spot over and over again. You didn’t think you could handle much else, and you fixed your fucked-out gaze on Sebsatian’s face in the hopes that he would somehow read your mind and figure that out. 

He met your stare, then flashed you a wicked smile that told you he didn’t care in the slightest what you could or couldn’t handle. 

The pressure on your stomach vanished when Sebastian planted his thumb directly against your swollen clit, rubbing tight, maddening circles over the nub that matched the tempo of his hips, and you were gone. Your consciousness was no longer on Earth, and your rough cry of his name was all that registered in your ears as the fire coursing through your veins burned hotter. 

Your noisy pleas of “Wait” and “More” fell on deaf ears since you couldn’t stop contradicting yourself. Sebastian didn’t stop owning you– didn’t ease up the pressure he held you down with. The bed creaked violently beneath you, the headboard smacking against the wall so aggressively that you were certain there would be a dent in the plaster afterwards, but all you could focus on was the budding ecstasy building in your lower half. Overstimulated tears streaked down your flushed cheeks as you teetered on the brink of euphoria, and Sebastian dove forward to kiss you voraciously. 

“Come for me, princess,” he groaned against your mouth, his hips bucking frantically into you and driving the head of his cock straight into your sweet spot so perfectly that you couldn’t hold back your keening moans. “I want to feel you. I know you can do it– come for me.” 

That was all it took for the coil to snap, your mouth falling open with a cry as your walls clamped down on Sebastian’s cock and sucked him in so suddenly that his entire body shuddered. The heel of your foot dug sharply into his shoulder blade as you brainlessly pulled him closer, some primal part of your mind trying against all odds to keep him inside for as long as you could, and gods did he let you. 

His thrusts turned uneven, his balls grinding against you as he pounded into you through your climax. The shaky iterations of your name he managed to grunt out were so unlike how he normally sounded– his voice pleading and piteous, his tone reverent and awed– and it wasn’t long before he came just as hard as you had. His thighs shook with the force of his finish, the hand holding your wrists gripping you with bruising strength before going lax. Sebastian’s entire body quaked as he cursed and groaned through his teeth, and you trembled in earnest beneath him as you felt his hot seed seeping out around his cock before dripping down your rear. Watching him was a primitive and carnal display, and through the fog that clouded your mind, you couldn’t help but cling to the thought that it was the most titillating sight you’d ever been graced with. 

The two of you were both shaking and panting when he finally stilled. Sebastian was breathing harder than you’d ever seen, a thin sheen of sweat decorating his body and making his sun-kissed skin glow against the dim light of the lanterns. He was beautiful, you thought at that moment. He was handsome and strong and perfect, and he was yours. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around his neck– to pull him down so you could kiss him and thank him even though it was a silly thing to do. 

But the aches that littered your body clued you in on how impossible that would be. You couldn’t feel your arms. Or your legs. 

You wiggled your fingers, the flexing tendons prompting Sebastian to finally release your wrists. He was incredibly gentle as he slid your knee off of his shoulder, taking care to set the boneless limb atop the mattress without jostling you too much. He stayed sheathed in your walls, though, not quite ready to pull out as he began running his fingers over your skin soothingly. “Are you alright, princess?” 

‘Alright’ didn’t even begin to cover how you were feeling. You still weren’t fully capable of speech– Merlin only knew what would come out of your mouth if you tried to talk. So you settled for giving him a tender smile. The relief that washed over his face imbued you with emotions so strong, you knew there were no words you could say. 

Sometime later, after Sebastian had kissed the life back into you and massaged the feeling back into your tingling limbs, he carried you over to the other bed that had remained unsoiled. He pulled back the covers and tucked the two of you in before wrapping an arm around your shoulders, drawing you snug against his side at the same time you curled your legs around his. 

It was a wonderful, perfect little slice of paradise that you never wanted to leave. So much of your future was uncertain– Sebastian’s even more so since he was still a wanted man. But you didn’t want to dwell on the what ifs. Not with him holding you so securely, reverently tracing shapes against your hip with his chin resting on top of your head. 

Fatigue inevitably sank its claws into you, and as the steady sound of Sebastian’s heart beating under your ear lulled you to sleep, you heard and felt his voice rumble through his chest against your cheek. 

“Merry Christmas, princess.”

[razorblade180]

9 days of Lancaster Day 9: Firsts

Ruby:(Don’t over complicate this. Don’t do it. Just relax… relax…)

Jaune:Uh Rubes?

Ruby:Y-Yes!?

Jaune:Are you gonna hit retry or…

She turns her head and notices they’re on they’re on the ranking screen. When did the match end!? Ruby finally hits continue. Jaune can’t help but chuckle a little as he leans back against Blake’s bed.

Ruby:What’s so funny?

Jaune:You seem a little lost in thought. Thinking of a way of outplaying me?

Ruby:I introduced you to this game. I know your skills.

Jaune:And yet I out rank you.

Ruby:Because you’re such a try hard! I’ve been busy on missions.

Jaune:Yeah that’s fair. It’s nice that you finally have time off. I would’ve thought your team would be knocked out for days. I was little shocked when you said you planned an all day video game date.

Ruby:I begged a little. Also called in a few favors. Weiss just needed a nice place to sleep, Blake is flexible and I became a pouty little sister for Yang.

Jaune:Qualities of a true leader.

Ruby:Shut up! I’m just happy you didn’t procrastinate on any assignments.

Jaune:Pyrrha said she’d add Nora to my training if I did.

Ruby:Yeah that would get me moving too. Soooo you’re really free ?

Jaune:Yep, I’m all yours for the day. Any game you need a partner in, I’ll help you see credits.

Ruby:…And if we get tired of games?

Jaune:We got movies. There’s a couple good ones that came while you were away. Or ones you’ll force me to watch.

Ruby:Stop acting like you don’t like horror.

Jaune:It really isn’t an act. But you planned all this and who am I to not appreciate that.

Ruby:So you’re down for anything?

Jaune:Yep!

Ruby:*red* Even…oh I don’t know, sleeping together?

Jaune’s hands stopped pressing buttons and Ruby managed to send him to the loser screen. It wasn’t intentional but a small boost of confidence as she turned her head right to see him looking at her with a flushed red face.

Ruby:Don’t make it weird!

Jaune:Me!? What!? You just- context please! Was that a ploy to win!?

Ruby:I’m not that petty! Look I just…. *plays with hair* thought maybe we should discuss that idea. We’ve been together for almost five months and it’s been really great! It’s felt a little weird though that you never seemed to make a move or bring up “that”

Jaune: Do I really give off that sorta vibe? I had no idea.

Ruby:I’m not saying you do, but between how you used to try flirting with Weiss and our casual conversations, it didn’t feel like you weren’t into more intimate things. Ugh, I really don’t know what I’m saying at this point! I guess a part of me felt a little confused and worried if you weren’t interested in me in that way at all.

Jaune:Oh I have had thoughts, but i know how to keep them to myself.

Ruby:….

Jaune:*blushing* That’s normal and decent behavior! Why, are you interested?

Ruby:Of course! I organized a room date to give you the opportunity to-

Saying it aloud made it sound way more embarrassing and forward than Ruby meant for it to be. And pulled her hood over her head and huffed in defeat as she stared down at her lap.

Jaune:….Does your team know about this?

Ruby:Blake does. She said her bed is fair game. Those are actually my sheets right now. As far as Yang is concerned, I asked for privacy so we can have our first kiss.

Jaune:We’ve made out a bunch of times.

Ruby:I’m very sneaky when I want to be. Look, I get this is a lot I’m dropping on you and we don’t have to do anything today. I just…really wanted to know where I stand with you and to let you know that…I’m okay with going further with you. *crimson* I really like you. A lot.

Jaune:…This question may sound a little dumb all things considering, but I have to hear it. I get that you’re okay with it, but do you want to have sex with me? As in your are looking forward to it?

Ruby:…Very much, yeah.

Jaune:….Hold on just one moment.

He took her scroll and walked out of the room. Ruby wanted to scream until she passed out. Why did she start this conversation!? Was it too forward!? They were having such a good time before this moment. Why did he leave!?

So many thoughts bombarded her brain and they didn’t stop when she heard the door unlock again. Her scroll flew into her lap so she knew it was him. Seconds later, a box of condoms fell into her lap. Her brain took a moment to process what she was looking at, then her head immediately jerked up to see Jaune bright red and also avoiding her gaze.

Jaune: Nora may have helped me find female ones too, as well as emergency pills.

Ruby:Ah, I see. How proactive. Well…*twiddles fingers* Weiss may have helped me find and pay for some quality meds awhile go.

Jaune:Huh, imagine that.

Ruby:Yeeeep. Jaune, can you look at me?

Jaune:*makes eye contact*

Ruby:Soooo are we…still playing video games right now?

Jaune:…..

xxxxxx

Blake:*eating noodles*

Yang:You think the date is going well?

Weiss:Yes. *eating cake*

Yang:Really think she’ll go for a kiss?

Blake:Ruby can dive into a Nevermore’s mouth. She’ll find the willpower to kiss a boy.

Yang:….Maybe I should call t-

Weiss:Yang, as a younger sister myself, I appreciate my older sister. However, if she interrupted me on a date with a call or coming home early, I’m going to be mad for a very long time. Eat your burger and relax. Ruby will be fine.

Yang: I know, ugh! It’s like I’m antsy for her. Gods, if I’m like this now then I don’t know if I can handle her asking about sex.

Blake and Weiss:Don’t worry about that now.

[midnight-mourning]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Or at least, happy spookvember! Unfortunately couldn't get this out on time like I wanted, BUT it's here now (or will be soon). I figured since the poll I made back at the end of September was so close, I'd just give you guys a bonus of a Halloween thing for funsies. So, if you haven't guessed it already:

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YOU'RE GETTING ANOTHER ONESHOT!

in 24 hours, or less.

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So, the promptober ended up being MUCH longer than I anticipated, and I think with how much that happened, y'all need to sit and digest it before i hit you smack in the face with another one. I also need time to write it and it's gonna end up being worked on today and tomorrow both. By the time you see this I will be back at it.

BUT KNOW THIS, it's on it's way, and it picks up right off where we left off in the promptober. It's going to be a much more light-hearted read as well.

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IF YOURE SEEING THIS AND YOU HAVEN'T READ THIS STORY FIRST. DO SO. It's basically the set up for this one.

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Borrowed Time

Word count: 5511

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"Hurry up! We're gonna be late!" You hear your sister call from outside your room. 

You adjust your shirt collar once more, and double check the green paint covering any and all exposed skin on your body hasn't smeared. Though, you doubt it. Lisa made sure to completely cover you. Be that because she wanted your costume to look nice or simply because it was a ploy to make you miserable, who's to say?

You turn around, facing your brother who's sitting up on the bed, still looking very cute in his pumpkin costume. 

Your sister bursts into the room, "Let's goooo." She moans, marching over to you and starting to shove you towards the door with gloved hands.

"Hey, hey cool it Frankenstein. There's a baby on the bed that has to come with us."

You can't see her eyes through the goggles she's wearing, but her frown tells you she's not pleased. 

You turn to face her fully, "Lisa. We can't leave Gabe at home."

She groans, and starts trudging out of your room, "Fineeee, but hurry uuupp."

"Okaaayyyy," You say, and put your focus on your little brother. 

You put your hands on your hips, "Alright Gabriel, ready to go?"

He sneezes. 

"Good enough for me," You nod, scooping him up and heading downstairs. 

Your neighborhood was filled with people in their 60s or older, all retired types and the likes, with a few families with kids Lisa's age here and there. Meaning it was a gold mine for candy. You make your usual lap around the block, Lisa guiding you as you pull Gabe along in his wagon. 

As you return to your house, Lisa's bucket and the wagon having collected a good bit of candy, you reach down and snatch up a chocolate bar, snacking on it.

You decide you have to mess with her at least a little bit, "You sure you still want to go to the Plex? This is quite the haul, you know."

"Yes! You promised!"

You laugh, ruffling her already crazed hair, "Just making sure. Go dump your candy on the table while I strap Gabe in, yeah?"

She rushes off, and while you're putting your brother in the car and loading up the wagon your phone buzzes. 

It's Abby, 'Hey! You going to make it to the party tonight?

Gonna be super spooky~ :)

And there's a costume contest! Winner gets a sweet prize'

You text back as you start up your car, Lisa rushing back out the door to get in, 'I'll stop by for a bit, team's making me, but Lisa's foaming at the mouth to trick or treat this year and that's my priority'

'Yeah that'd be mine too if I was dealing with her

Thankfully mom and dad have Jack and I don't'

You walk up to your porch, double checking you left the candy bowl out and lock your front door.

'If I have to take a guess, she'll be exhausted by nine and I can drop 'em both off in the Daycare for a bit

but not for long, I wanna be in bed by 11 tonight'

'What are you, 30?'

You get in your car, ignoring Lisa's whining to get a move on, 'Hahahahahaha no.

Just slept bad during my nap earlier'

You pull out, heading to the Pizza Plex. When you arrived, the place is packed, you just manage to grab a parking spot. As soon as she's out of the car Lisa is heading for the entrance, and you have grab her so you can get Gabe out and situated in his wagon. 

Upon entering, you're actually quite impressed. You'd seen some staff setting up over the past few days, but now that all the decorations were up it really added to the wow factor. People milled about from place to place, all dressed up, and Halloween music played from speakers all across the atrium. 

You look down to your sister, "Alright, where do you wanna start first-aaand she's gone. Dang it, Lisa."

After a quick search you spy her at one of the many tables and booths set up. You give her a brief scolding but then continue on with your evening. 

By seven you're the one that's exhausted, you're pretty sure you've hit every spot once if not twice. Except for one, that is. 

You'd been saving the Daycare because it's where you'd wanted to end, but now you had no choice, Lisa had quite literally visited every trick or treating spot already, and played most of the carnival games. 

The doors are open, and inside you see kids running about playing games and such. Tending to a long line of trick or treaters is Mia and one of the other helpers. She's dressed as a werewolf, while the other helper-Carter maybe?-is dressed as a ghoul.

The former greets you as you approach, "Hey! Good to see you! Love your costume."

"Thank you, I made it for them," Lisa speaks for you, chest puffing with pride. 

Mia drops some candy into her bucket, "Well of course! Excellent work, Dr. Frankenstein. There's more candy and goodies inside if you'd like to take a peek."

Your sister turns to you, eyes wide. You nod, and she's rushing in, almost knocking over Carter in the process. 

You cringe as you watch after her, her maniacal laughter echoing in her wake. 

"Sorry about her," You say as you step to the side, pulling Gabe's wagon up to beside you.

Mia waves her hand, "No worries, but look at this cutie here!" She bends down to Gabe's level, "Hello Gabriel! You look very handsome this evening."

He giggles as she continues to fawn over him. In the meantime, you scan through the Daycare, looking for the bot you're pretty sure was the subject of your crazy dream earlier. 

He shows himself for you, suddenly appearing on the ground in front of a group of kids, who shriek from fear and delight. He raises to his full height slowly, using his cape to cover part of his face. 

His cape bursts open and he poses, hands up and fingers clawed. It causes the little group to scatter, laughing as they run away. 

As he straightens again, he suddenly pauses for a moment, his focus turning to you. His rays spin once or twice and you smirk, waving. 

Another pause, then, one hand to his chest, he bows low. Your phone buzzes as he rises again. 

'We need to talk.'

You frown, but then shake it off, 'Can't even compliment my costume first? Lisa spent like three hours getting me this green'

'It's, fine. Perhaps a bit tacky, but fine'

You have to hide your gasp as you look up to him, he's now busy with several kids,  'You know, there's a particular emoji I want to send you right now, but I won't because at least one of us has class

I hope that glitter glue stains your faceplate'

'You're simply jealous I look better than you, it sounds like'

You grit your teeth, 'When and where?'

'Ball pit. As soon as possible, preferably'

You glance back to see Mia still messing with Gabe, they're playing peek a boo.

"Hey, this is a weird ask, but could you watch Gabe for me for a second? I uh, need to go check on Lisa."

She gives you a thumb's up and a grin, "Of course! Here Gabe, you wanna help me pass out candy?"

With that taken care of, you head off into the chaos of the Daycare. 

Dodging running kids, you do spy your sister among them, viciously trying to win a game with donuts on a string. Her snapping teeth and general, aggressive, energy does make you question for a moment how much sugar she's had already.

You shrug it off, she's probably fine.

Another group of kids running giggling from Sun by the ball pit, but his demeanor shifts as soon as he sees you. Standing tall, maybe even irritated. 

"Well? What's so important it can't wait until say, tomorrow?"

Sun's hands smooth out his shirt, "Something's going on with Fazerblast."

"Yeah, trust me I'm well aware," You scoff and shake your head, "Been working on it for days with no luck, why do you care?"

His eyes narrow, "Because it's an opportunity, Bright Eyes. Surely you see that."

"Opportunity? For what-Oh no. No, no, no, you are not doing this to me tonight."

He clasps his hands together, bending so you're eye to eye, "When would you like me to remind you then, Sunshine? When the attraction and, surrounding areas, are functional again and we're able to do nothing?"

You're mad. Because you know he's right. You hate it when he's right. Much less admit to it. 

The glitches that've been occurring have been, concerning, to say the least. The map bots have been going haywire after using the charging stations, the music that plays throughout becoming warped, distorted. Certain walls and such shifting randomly, in some cases trapping kids in boxed out sections, to the concern of angry parents. 

Not to mention that the guns have also been malfunctioning, misfiring and in some cases, shocking participants when fired. Both the wielder and their target, which should not be happening. And that’s on top of the power outages.

Sun leans closer, voice low, "I believe you are as aware as I regarding a certain, threat, looming in this building. Surely you don't doubt that they may see tonight as as much an opportunity, right?"

You feel your eyes widen a tinge, "You think, you know who, is behind it? Why?"

"It's not her typical method, but it's the only logical conclusion I can come to," His rays spin, "And I'd rather interfere now before it grows worse."

"Mister Sun! What are you two talking 'bout?"

You both jump, looking down and seeing a couple curious kids.

Sun goes into action immediately, taking your hand and spinning you into a dip, "I'm persuading them to join my legion of the undead for all eternity, and if you aren't careful, I'll get you too!"

That does the trick, they run off giggling and chattering. You're still in his arms when you speak up.

"What was that."

He seems to realize he's still holding you, setting you upright and brushing his hands off on his pants, "Acting. Try not to think too hard on it, wouldn't want to damage that brain you're borrowing."

You scoff, "Ha ha. Anyway, since when do you care about other people? I don't see how you're set to gain anything from figuring this out."

"It's not 'people', that I'm worried about, Bright Eyes. Freddy is supposed to be hosting a game of laser tag later tonight and I fear-" He stops himself, looking away. 

You're surprised, but stick to just a simple tease, "Aw, you care about your friends, how sweet. Fine, I'm in. But you better have a strategy for getting out of here without being noticed."

"I think the opportunity may present itself sooner than anticipated," You see he's looking behind you.

The kids from before are back, and have brought many friends, garnering a small crowd. You spot Lisa among them, hands on her hips and angry pout on her lips. 

She takes charge, pointing, "Hey! The only one that gets to boss them around is me."

Once again, you don't get to react. 

Sun laughs darkly, shifting to stand behind you and taking you by the shoulders. He bends so his head is by your ear, taking surprising care to ensure you don't get poked by his rays. 

You glance up and see the wire lower from the ceiling slowly, "I'm afraid you're too late, Dr. They've fallen into my clutches and I won't be letting go so easily. They're mine now, and I'll be whisking them away to live in my castle, forever!"

Suddenly, you're in the air, Sun holding you firmly around the waist to ensure you don't fall. 

"But, as compensation for your loss," He opens his cloak and candy falls to the ground where you'd been standing, "Please accept this gracious exchange."

To your sister's credit, she seems to considered the offer for a moment before, "I suppose this suffices, very well," And she has the audacity to wave her hand.

Your mouth is agape in shock as you're carried over to the balcony outside the Daycare Attendant's room, "Lisa!"

"He had skittles! That's too good to pass up!" She shouts back, already digging through the candy with the other kids.

Sun sets you both down on the balcony shortly thereafter, and ushers you inside.

"And what was that?" You look up to him, only for his hands to cover your eyes.

"Still acting~ Now, no peeking. I don't need you invading my privacy."

"But you're the one who brought me up here!" You protest. No fair. You didn't even get a single glance around the room.

He scoffs lightly, "Semantics, Sunbeam. Start walking."

If you were in a worse mood you'd have ignore the demand. But, you want to get this over with as quick as possible. You feel bad just leaving your siblings in the care of the helpers without any notice, and you'd also like to actually enjoy Halloween a bit instead of doing what you do every day. 

You hear a door open and shut, and the hands are removed. It's still dark however, and turning you see the other Attendant is standing behind you.

"How do you manage to completely change your outfit?" You nod to the lack of shirt and cloak. 

His faceplate spins, "Trade secret."

"Fair enough, how's your Halloween going? Besides this I mean," You start walking down the hall to the theater, where you hear a Halloween movie playing.

He walks beside you, passing out a candy or two to the kids who notice you pass, "Delightful. I rather enjoy holidays when they're open to the public. Thought a day off is nice every so often."

"Tell me about it, I'm glad we decided to take a half-day today."

You reach the door and Moon bids you farewell, "Good luck, and try not to be too hasty, Icarus."

"No promises," You wink and start to walk out of the theater, only to pause and spin around to watch the transformation but, "Oh come on! That was way too quick."

Sun adjust the collar of his shirt, "You have better things to be worrying about, let's get going now, hm?"

"Yeah, yeah, you don't have to tell me twice."

You set off, walking through the busy Plex to Fazerblast. It's actually easier than you expected. No one questions why you and the Attendant are together, which is a nice change of pace from always being concerned about being caught. With the added factor and chaos of Halloween, it's no trouble, save for a few kids wanting pictures and candy. 

You run into Chica along the way, she's dressed up as Roxanne. While the chat is cheerful, it's also useful in confirming that yes, Freddy will be hosting a Halloween tournament in the next twenty minutes. It also confirms your fears. 

"I feel so bad for him! He's been practicing so much, even choosing to charge over there as opposed to his room the past few nights," Chica sighs, "And yet, he seems so tired, kind of out of it, you know? Not to mention his laser gun keeps causing problems..."

Sun and yourself share a glance but say nothing.

Chica waves her hand, "Well, don't let me keep you anymore, have fun you two!" She shoots a wink and a finger gun your wave and you look away, embarrassed.

As you walk off Sun questions it, "What was that about?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it," You shake your head, coughing, then notice how he's paused, optics dim, "What?"

His eyes brighten again, but his tone is grim, "Freddy's not responding over the FECN. And after discussing with the rabbit, he apparently hasn't for over an hour."

"I'm guessing that's not normal?" 

Sun shakes his head slowly.

You curse under your breath, "Come on, we're almost there and now we know we don't have any time to spare-"

Your hand is grabbed by someone, Abby you realize, "There you are! Come on, we just watched Pete dunk Jesse's head in the apple tank and now they're fighting."

"It was so funny, Bri's trying to break them up but I don't think it's going well," Savannah puts her hand on your shoulder, also guiding you along.

You glance back in time to see Sun get pat on the back by Liv as she follows after you three, grabbing the bot's arm, "You should join too! Come on!"

Your eyes meet Sun's and you think you share the same, slightly panicked look. You don't have time for the party. Knowing what you do about Freddy there's no telling what's going to happen at this tournament.

But you can't think of an excuse as an easy out and thus, you have no choice but to join in the festivities and look for a chance to escape in the meantime.

Thankfully, Sun seems to think the same way, not resisting as the two of you are paraded into the west arcade. 

The music's booming, people are chatting excitedly, and laughter is heard every so often. The decorations here are just are spooky as those throughout the Plex, cobwebs and bats and pumpkins hanging off railings and the ceiling and so on. 

Sure enough, you spy a soaking wet Jesse and Pete sitting across from each other by the stage. Tyler meanwhile, is chomping on an apple while leaning back against the stage, you see it’s one of several. He shoots you a ‘hang loose’ upon seeing you.

Bri is standing over the pair on the ground and appears to be scolding them. She perks up when she sees you arrive though.

"Well look what the cat dragged in!" She grins, giving you a brief hug, "And Sun! You look great!"

He mutters a quiet thank you as she continues to chat with him. Meanwhile you scan your surroundings for any kind of distraction to you get out of here.

"Looking for something?" Pete asks from below you, drawing you out of your worried thoughts. 

You glance down to him, "Just observing. What's the deal with you two and water?" You gesture between him and Jesse.

The later stops rubbing his hair with a pumpkin towel, "Pete thinks if he waterboards me it proves he's right."

"That is not true, you started it! He said my costume wasn't good," He looks to the other man on the ground, sneering "Which, by the way, yours is shit."

Jesse throws up his hands, half-dried cloth flailing in the air, "You're the one who picked it out for me, and did my makeup!"

They start bickering and Savannah comes up beside you again, shaking her head, "Ignore them, they're especially annoying tonight because they're both drinking."

"Not surprising."

She pats your shoulder, "Hey, I know it's a party and I really don't want to talk shop, but, I had a breakthrough with the trigger pins."

"Oh? I'm listening," You can't leave currently, might as well find a way to pass the time. 

"I snagged one of the faulty guns and just, took it apart to see what I could find, you know, quality engineer brain," She takes a sip of her drink, "And there's nothing wrong with it. The triggers are fine. It's a software issue, got to be."

Your eyes widen slightly, and it occurs to you what situation you might have on your hands here. 

Unfortunately, the lights cut before you can react. The emergency lights come on soon thereafter however, so the room's only in relative darkness. People seem slightly alarmed, but once someone boots up a generator and the music starts again, they settle. 

You hear a couple whistles behind you, and several compliments. 

"Woah! That transition was slick, and your costume looks great!"

A quiet, shy laugh, and, "Thank you, Officer Perry."

You turn, finding Moon standing in Sun's place. And, yet again, you've missed the change in costumes. Damn. 

But, you know a chance when it's put in front of you like this, and checking the time you see you've got a little under ten minutes. 

You walk over to the bot who's still getting many compliments and take his hand, looking up to him, "Come with me to get a drink."

He nods, and giving a wave to your friends, you head off. 

"I don't believe this is the time for beverages, Pandora."

When you get far enough away you stop, turning to him, "I know. Just needed an excuse. Hopefully they'll buy it." You realize you're still holding his hand and quickly let it go, mumbling an apology.

You notice he seems on edge.

"What's wrong now?" You're almost afraid to ask.

"Freddy has been, removed, from the FECN."

"But the last time something like that happened-" You stop, swallowing your fear, "How fast can you get down there?"

Moon chuckles, "Depends on how much you trust me, Diana. And how strong your grip is."

You find out what he means as you're rushing through the rafters and the halls and over balconies to get to the laser tag area. You hold on for dear life, only able to hear the whooshing of air as Moon carries you.

"You're quicker than I thought!" You say over the noise.

You feel his chuckle more than hear it, "Is that a compliment?"

"You can take it as one, how's that?" You squeak and huddle closer to him when you drop from one railing to another.

"Still bitter about my costume change?"

You take the provided distraction, "You're hiding a modern engineering feat from me on purpose. That's cruel. Something I'd expect Sun to do to me, not you, Moon-man."

"You think so highly of me," He beams, "I'll keep that in mind for future use."

The conversation helps ease you a little. You don't think he would drop you, intentionally or unintentionally, but his secure hold along with teasing words offers you a bit of comfort as you worry over what you'll find once you arrive at Fazerblast. 

When you arrive in the staff hallway, it's as dark as anywhere else, only emergency lights being the way to see. It's enough, however, for Sun to reappear. 

"Still no sign of him?" You ask as you walk over to the door. 

You hear a click or two, "No, not yet-"

Suddenly, before you can get out your keycard you're pressed back into the door, Sun's body covering yours as he uses a hand to shield you. 

"What?"

His tone is low, pointed, "We're not alone."

You peek through the gap between his other arm and the wall. Sure enough, under one of the red lights down the hall, there stands a figure. You think it must be Rabbit Lady. Though, she looks different. 

Covered in shadow, it's hard to make out her features, but her build looks much bulkier than usual. More like Bonnie. It's decrepit as well.

Gaps in her costume that look like they've been torn away, small strands of something poking out at odd angles in spots. Her eyes are two small, purple pupils which stare you down. 

A sound from the opposite end of the hall, you both turn to see another shadowed individual standing at the edge of the light. This one, you don't know who, or what they are. Also bulky, but more human in stature. One of their hands is a giant claw though, and their pigtails look like they're made of thick cables and not hair. Their pupils are green.

There's a smell of smoke in the air. But it's, faded.

"Unlock the door," Sun mutters.

 You nod shakily and fumble in your pocket for the keycard. No movement from anyone. You slowly start to raise the keycard by your side.

There's a noise from down the hall. Rabbit lady-that has to her right? what who else could it be?-has taken a step forward. A sound from the other side of the hall. Pigtails has also taken a step.

In a moment's hesitation, you drop your keys and they clatter to the floor. 

"Shit-"

Both figures start rushing towards you and you fumble to snatch up your keys in time. Just as you grab them Sun takes hold of you to shelter you. You hear both of them rush closer and realize it's too late.

You squeeze your eyes shut when there's a loud noise of something booting up. Opening your eyes, you find the lights are back on, and the figures are gone. Like they were never there in the first place. Like,

"Ghosts..." You whisper. 

Sum murmurs in agreement at first, then shakes his head.

"Ghosts aren't real." He states, releasing you.

"Okay then how do you explain that?" You motion to how the hallway is completely empty save for the two of you.

His rays click, "I can't. But we don't have time for this, hurry now, before it's too late."

You huff, but nod, unlocking the door and rushing inside. 

Fazerblast is up and running, and you spy everyone gathered around in the center of the arena. The contest hasn’t started yet. More importantly you spy,

"Freddy!" You rush over, Sun in tow. 

He turns to face you both, zombie costume doing nothing to hide his friendly demeanor, "Hello Y/N! Hello Sun! What are you both doing here? Have you come to join laser tag?"

"I, you, you're okay?" You're slightly out of breath, and confused. Very confused. 

His brows furrow, "Well of course, should I not be?"

"Friend, you're not on the FECN," Sun steps forward and puts his hand on the shorter bot's shoulder, "No one could contact you, we were all so worried!"

Freddy's eyes widen, "Ah, I forgot! Lizzy removed my access for the time being to save my battery for the competition! It will be restored once it is over."

You feel a bit relieved, and you can tell by how Sun's posture relaxes he does too. But still, you need clarification.

"Chica said you haven't been yourself lately, would that be why?"

The bear looks down, hand coming up to scratch his neck, "I... have not been charging properly the past few days due to improper power flow to the charging station. I was so focused on preparing that I did not realize I wasn't getting enough rest until they informed me of the issue. I am sorry for making you all worry."

"No trouble at all, Friend!" Sun steps back to stand beside you, "We're just glad you're alright!"

Sometimes you forget how nice he can be. Your eyes a squint as he puts a hand on your shoulder. But then you snap out of it and shake your head, turning back to the bear in front of you.

"So wait, would that be what caused the issues with the staff bots? Just faulty charging stations?" The fact that it's not related to the previous issues, that it's not even a glitch, has you relieved.

"Not quite."

You turn, and see Lizzy standing there, holding something covered by a white cloth. Their hair is manic, and they're covered in cobwebs and grime from head to toe. You cringe, at least they're wearing coveralls. 

They approach, "Figured out the source of all our issues. Want to take a guess?"

"Have anything to do with that there?" You nod to the white sheet. 

"Oh yeah."

They remove the sheet, revealing a cage filled with-

"Mice?" You and Sun both question. 

Lizzy looks ready to lose their mind, "Yup. I know. Turns out, there's a crawlspace behind where all the machinery is for this place and these little guys," They lift the cage, "Decided to make it their home. Then when they got tired of that, they thought that the generators running Fazerblast would make for a great sub-division to their mousey-neighborhood. You have no idea the number of mice nests I've cleared out of there. Not to mention the number of wires I'm going to have to finish replacing that they chewed through."

"So, it's not related to the mechanics, or the software at all," You say in awe, "Just the power, and some mice."

"And some mice," Lizzy repeats, sighing, "So, so many mice."

You look up to Sun, he looks down to you.

"Huh." "Huh."

You're half out of it when you stumble back into the party upstairs. You brought the Attendant with you because, well you don't really know but you're both here now.

You find your friends in front of the stage, who greet you as you arrive. 

"Long time for a drink," Bri quips, "You get lost?"

You laugh weakly, "Something like that."

"You're just in time for the contest results!" Liv exclaims before turning back to the stage.

You sigh, leaning back onto the bot behind you, not caring if it bothers him, "Oh goody."

Sun huffs, but allows you to stay leaning against him while Abby gives her brief spiel on stage before announcing the runner ups and then the winners.

"And in second place, in a surprise entry, but with many votes, we have the Daycare Attendant! Congratulations, Sun!"

People start cheering and clapping and you stand straight, shocked.

"You're joking."

Abby speaks up again, "And in third place, with their killer Frankenstein's monster costume, Y/N!"

"You're joking."

Sun snickers quietly behind you as the two of you are ushered onto the stage beside your friend. You do your best to hide your complete and utter disbelief and frustration.

You're handed a sack of chocolate coins, you're too mad to pay attention to what Sun's prize is. His head is held high, waving and posing and it makes you want to throttle him.

Abby clears he throat, "But of course, we still have first place, which goes to, none other than the other Daycare Attendant, Moon!"

"What."

You bust out laughing, and continue to do so as the lights dim to only a few blue and purple ones remaining, allowing the Naptime Attendant to claim his prize. After the ups and downs of tonight, you'd consider this a pretty good way to end it.

"So," You pop another chocolate coin in your mouth, "You don't think those were ghosts?"

You're sitting on the floor of the Daycare, an hour or so later. Halloween night isn't over yet, but it's starting to wind down. A few straggling kids run through the Daycare here and there, and Mia and Carter are finishing out with the trick or treaters. 

Your sister is asleep, laying partly in your lap. Gabe is still awake, but his eyes are drooping as he plays blocks with Sun. 

The Attendant looks up from his task, scoffing, "Don't be ridiculous, of course they weren't."

"Okay, well we aren't in a panic situation anymore, so give me an explanation."

His rays spin, staring at you, then glances back down to your brother, "I don't have one."

"Ha!"

"Yet. There's a logical explanation to what we saw, I'm sure of it." He shakes his head a smidge, muttering, "There must be..."

You crumple the gold wrapper in your hand, flicking it so it hits square in the middle of his faceplate, "Well, we thought Rabbit Lady was causing the glitches, and it was just a couple of mice, so I guess anything is possible."

He nods. Then, reaches behind him, holding out two items stacked on top of each other. A folded up t-shirt, and a mug. The second and first place prizes for the costume contest, respectively.

"Here. These are useless to us. You should have them."

You're, incredibly surprised.

"I, wouldn't you want to give them to someone like Bri? Or maybe one of the kids?" Sure it was just silly prizes, but still. It's, kind of flattering? You don’t know how to feel, really.

Sun shakes his head, urging you to grab the items, "You're the only one that makes sense. Take them before I change my mind on the shirt."

"Okay, okay," You do, and after maneuvering around your sleeping sister, switch out your coat and undershirt for the orange t-shirt. It has print on it for 'Fazbear Frights'. You forgot that attraction even existed until you saw the shirt.

You finish putting it on and fix your hair, "Well?" 

Sun stares down at you, rays clicking. You raise a brow. 

"You know, I think it probably would look better on me."

You gasp, and he snickers, narrowly dodging your hand as you swat at him, before hitting him with more crumpled wrappers that were laying around, ignoring his complaints about needing to 'clean up'. 

All in all, not a bad Halloween. 

Maybe, just maybe, one of the best.

Maybe.

🎃☀️🎃🌙🎃☀️🎃🌙🎃☀️🎃🌙🎃☀️🎃🌙🎃

And there you have it, my written spooky month content is done! I have to finish my trick or treat asks, but that'll be it. Though, there is of course, the OTHER things on the spookvember schedule, wonder what they could possibly be referrring to?? 🤔🤔

Ah, you'll find out soon enough, thanks for reading!!

Also, before I go, THE GHOSTS ARE JUST GHOSTS AND HAVE NO DEEPER MEANING IN RELATION TO CONFUSED SPIRIT, they're just here to add to the suspense and the spookiness I promise

on another note totally DONT read into that pause from Sun