#‘so about your shirt…..’ HAHAHAHAHA

[vultursvolans]

ryuryu!! reading about you wearing a silly shirt in front of an old delivery man made me giggle AGJSHSF hasn’t a similar incident happened before too ?! i feel like i remember you talking about being seen in a not-so-appropriate shirt once before too LOL !! and now i am wondering how your faves would react to seeing you in one 😼 like maybe they visit you and you’re in your cozy pajamas .. except it’s just a shirt that says ‘pillows’ across your chest or something along those lines WAH 🙈🙈

YES THIS IS ACTUALLY THE SECOND TIME IT HAS HAPPEN AND I WAS WEARING THE SAME SHIRT 😭

and omg this question awea hahsnsjshshshsjsjsj !!!!! i see you making rounds 🫵

lucifer, alhaitham, and jiyan sensibly chuckle and tell me i better not be falsely advertising my assets. that i shouldn’t forget my offer once we’re in bed and if i do, they’d be deeply disappointed. i also feel like alhaitham would be inclined to crack a naughty joke and insists on doing a quick comfort test on his new ‘pillows’. perhaps when i greet him at the door and he leans down for a peck on the cheek, his hand reaches for………… well you know, and gives it a lil squeeze. his subtle smirk would be enough to tell me he approves ✅

on the hand, nami… well first of all EYE should’ve gifted the shirt TO HER because she has better ‘pillows’ than me (imo). anyways she’d immediately clock me by saying “if you’re a pillow, than act like one” and then drags me to the sofa or the bed >:)

[covenofagatha]

Hey, darling! Firstly I would like to say that you are AMAZING! With each new story, I am even more impressed by your talent and dedication to writing. I'm a big fan!

I love reading the asks' comments and OH MY GOD SO MANY FUNNY AND TALENTED PEOPLE IN THE COVENOFAGATHA FANDOM! Brainworms always rent space in my mind. How do I join the cool emoji club? I think I would be 🍯 (oh girl, the petname thing is showing).

Sorry for my English, it's not my first language. I'm embarrassed to death sending a message for the first time, but I couldn't be the only one affected by my agatha x reader thoughts.

(g!p agatha, fem! reader, oral, choking)

I was thinking about g!p Agatha x fem! Reader, where it's reader's first time giving oral. Agatha is absolutely affectionate and patient teaching and guiding her, but at the same time, she is overcome with excitement. Things would get increasingly difficult for Agatha because reader becomes a mess, panting and choking. Agatha is completely disoriented because that seems like a vision of paradise to her and her body feels like it's going to combust, all she wants most is to fuck the reader's mouth but at the same time she is worried and wants to take care of her. I really don't know which direction the story could go... if 1. Agatha lets reader continue in her own time (which ends up being torture for Agatha); 2. Agatha ends up losing her composure and makes reader choke more and become a crying mess (later Agatha ends up being shy/ashamed about showing this naughtier side and the aftercare is very cute); 3. Agatha is extremely excited and needs something stronger to relieve herself so she decides to stop the oral to fuck reader (the sex is rougher than usual, so the aftercare is also special), 4. A mix of all or none of these hahahahaha

XOXO

BYEEEEEEE

Hi 🍯! (I've also become obsessed with "honey" as a pet name recently) Thank you so much for this. I am SO glad you decided to reach out and yes I absolutely love everyone in this fandom!! I live for the way that we all feed off each other's dirty/horny thoughts

Sorry this has taken so long to respond to lol I was struggling to pick an option so I just decided to pick them all and try something new, a "choose your own adventure" sort of thing if you will, because I like all of your options and wanted to write a little something for each one (so it's going to start out with the same story of Agatha teaching reader how to suck her cock and then branch into the three possibilities so hopefully this is fun for everyone)

"Agatha," you murmur against your girlfriend's lips. You've been making out on the couch for about fifteen minutes now, her tongue stroking against yours in your mouth and turning you into putty in her lap, and there's a burning heat inside you. 

She pulls away just enough so you can still feel her hot breath on your skin and you shiver. Her hands run up and down your naked biceps after you threw your shirt somewhere across the room so she could get better access to your breasts. 

"Yeah, honey?" she rasps and the cerulean in her eyes is almost completely swallowed up by dark lust. 

You can feel her hard cock inside her pants resting against your covered pussy from how you're sitting on her and you slowly grind. "Can I—" You take a deep breath to calm your racing heart. "Can I go down on you?" 

Agatha groans softly like your question pains her. You've never given her oral, never taken her cock into your mouth, but you've been thinking about it for quite some time. She never pressured you to, always insisted that she was perfectly content without it, but the urge to feel her throb on your tongue has taken over your mind completely. 

"Are you sure?" she asks, the urgent desire in her voice betraying you. Her cock pulses against you as you nod and bite your lip. 

"Yeah," you breathe and climb off her and slink onto your knees on the couch. Agatha swallows and her tongue darts out at the sight before she sits up and scooches to the end of the couch, legs widening around you. 

You crawl closer and rest your hands on her thighs and she tenses under your touch. 

Looking up at her again with wide eyes, you ask, "Will you teach me how to?" 

Agatha's eyes flutter shut for a minute like she's overcome by pleasure before nodding, her chest starting to rise and fall rapidly. "You're so fucking perfect," she says and you feel your cheeks grow hot. 

Your girlfriend is wearing shorts and after you unbutton them, she lifts her hips off the couch to slide them and her boxers over her ass. Her cock points straight up, tip angry and leaking, bluish veins etched and standing out, and strands of precum glisten on her length. You lean closer and inhale the musky scent of her and she whimpers at you being so close to her.

She preemptively rests a hand on your head and the reassuring weight is all you need to take her cock in your hand and begin stroking slowly, spreading the wetness up and down. Agatha groans again and her fingers tighten in your hair. 

“There you go, just like that,” she says, voice sounding strained. You inch your face forward and slowly dart your tongue out to flick against her cock. She sighs heavily and you take the tip into your mouth before sucking gently. “Oh, fuck, honey, that’s perfect.” 

Agatha lets you move at your own pace, slowly bobbing your head up and down, just exploring her reactions to different things. You find that when you rub your tongue against her slit, she keens. When you begin to take more of her into your mouth and ever-so-slightly scrape your teeth on the way back up, she sounds like she’s been wounded. 

You keep your eyes on her face the whole time and you feel yourself getting wetter at the way the pink in her cheeks spreads down her neck, at the way she’s visibly restraining herself because you’ve never done this before, at the way she’s looking down at you with more adoration and love than you think you’ve ever seen. 

Relaxing and moving further down, you gag as she fills your mouth and Agatha uncontrollably bucks your hips. You can feel her hitting the back of your throat and you focus on breathing through your nose. 

“Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good, you’re doing such a great job, you’re so fucking perfect for me,” Agatha moans and you’re panting around her cock, an absolute mess just for her, and her fingers are pulling at your hair so hard that it stings. 

Your jaw is burning, throat completely fucked raw, and you can feel her cock heavy and pulsing on your tongue. Her precum is filling your mouth, increasing rapidly while you choke around her. 

“Oh, honey,” she hisses as you rub your tongue against the veins you can feel, “Fuck, I need—” She breaks off with a loud whine when you pull off her and gasp for breath, saliva still connecting you to her messy cock. 

“What do you need?” you ask hoarsely. 

Option One

Agatha jerks when your hand begins to stroke her again. “Nothing,” she croaks, even though she seems like she’s in agony. “What you’re doing is perfect.” 

You nod, mentally preparing yourself again, and you take her back into your mouth, slower this time. Agatha’s eyes screw shut and her hands scramble for purchase on the couch like it’s taking all her effort not to make you go faster. 

“Oh, god, honey,” she gasps and you choke when her tip presses against the back of your throat. Spit is pouring down your chin and out of the corner of your eyes, you can see saliva on her upper thighs. Agatha slumps down further onto the couch so you can get more leverage to keep sucking her off and she groans. “You’re doing so well, so good for me, my pretty girl.”

Her cock pulses and swells in your mouth and you know she’s getting close. She’s groaning unrestrained above you, but doesn’t rush you as you just keep exploring. You go fast and then slow down and speed up again and she throbs and whimpers and grips back onto your hair. You hum around her cock and she bucks her hips slightly. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum,” she whines and you give her one last hard suck before her cock explodes. You moan in surprise at her filling your mouth and her seed spurts out from the corners of your lips as you keep moving up and down. 

Agatha groans loudly and pulls you off after she starts to go limp and you rest your chin on her knee and look up at her. She fondly wipes her mess from your face and holds her fingers in front of you for you to lap at. 

“Did I do okay?” you simper innocently once you’re both all cleaned up. She smirks and pulls you up so you can straddle her and then kisses you long and soft. 

Her tongue slips into your mouth and she lets out a small sigh at the taste of her cum before breaking away. “That was perfect, baby.” 

Option Two 

“What do you need?” you ask hoarsely.

“I need—oh god,” she doesn’t finish her sentence because you lick the underside of her length from base to tip and she moans. Her fingers yank on your hair and you hiss as you open your mouth and begin to take her back inside. 

Her cock twitches and it seems like your girlfriend is fighting against herself, hips thrusting up but somewhat contained, like she needs more but she’s resisting. 

You get her entire length down your throat and your nose is pressed against her pubic bone and you swallow around her—she lets out a loud moan and her other hand also intertwines itself in your hair. 

“Baby, oh fuck, your mouth is too good,” she growls and she begins bucking up into you vigorously. Your whimpers are muffled but she can clearly feel them as she whimpers. “I can’t fucking help myself, fuck you’re too hot.” 

She begins fucking into you roughly and you keep your head still and aching jaw open while she pistons her cock into you, hitting the back of your throat each time. You choke and gag each time but it only spurs her on more. 

Tears blur your vision and stream down your cheeks and you can just barely make out Agatha’s head tossed back on the couch, completely blissed out. She’s panting, same as you, and there’s a slight sheen of sweat beading on her flushed forehead. You feel your cunt clench around nothing, a pool of wetness collecting in your underwear because of how you’re making her lose her composure. 

“Gonna cum, fuck, gonna cum all over you,” she grunts and her cock throbs. You look up at her, completely helpless and crying and ruined, and she lets out a guttural groan before stiffening. Thick loads of cum pump down your raw and bruised throat and you frantically swallow it all before she finally pulls out and you splutter for air. 

Agatha finally snaps out of her dominating stupor and covers her mouth with her hand as she takes in the mess she made you into. You try to weakly smile at her as she helps you clamber into her lap. 

“I’m so sorry, honey, I got a bit carried away,” she says sheepishly and wipes your tears while you sniff involuntarily. “I shouldn’t have done that—are you okay?”

You nod and she pulls you into her embrace, her warm hands stroking your shivering naked back. “Yeah.” 

She kisses your head and then peppers light kisses against your cheeks until finally connecting your lips with hers as you put your arms around her shoulders to deepen it. 

Agatha breaks it after a little and leans her forehead against yours, gently running her hands through your hair. “You are so perfect, baby. You’re such a good girl for me and I love you so much, you know that, right?” 

Shakily laughing, your body starts to return to feeling normal and you melt into her. “I love you, too,” you purr and you feel her smile against your skin. 

She then puts both her hands under your legs and hoists you further up and you squeal as she picks you up and carries you for a bath. 

Option Three 

“What do you need?” you ask hoarsely and she groans at your hot breath on her cock. She takes deep breaths as she gazes at you through hooded eyelashes. You can feel your panties absolutely soaked. 

It takes Agatha a moment to respond but she finally nods her head, mind made up. “I need more. I need to fuck you, honey, I need your cunt.” 

Your clit pulses as she pulls you up from your knees into her lap before she sinks her teeth into your exposed shoulder. You whine at the pain and she soothes the mark with her tongue before grabbing onto your hips and flipping you onto your stomach on the couch. She pats your ass, an indication to get on your knees, so you position yourself on all-fours, mouth drooling and panting against the pillow. 

Her cock slides up and down your sopping folds and you arch your back to get more stimulation. You hear her spit and then feel it, hot and wet, land and slide down your pussy before she rubs it around your clit. 

She lets out a muffled gasp before dipping her cock into your cunt and soaks in the feeling of you immediately clenching around her. Agatha curses as she slowly pushes further into you, your walls stretching to adjust to her size and her breathing grows heavier until she bottoms out inside you. 

You groan and grind against her and she gently spanks your ass, jolting you forward. 

“Fuck, Agatha, please,” you beg and she chuckles breathlessly before pulling all the way out and thrusting back in roughly. You squeak and she moans deeply, her fingernails digging into your hips to keep them up. 

“Fuck,” Agatha grunts, beginning to pick up the pace and the sound of her hips hitting your ass with each thrust reverbrates through the room. Her cock hits so deep inside you, curving perfectly to hit that special spot, and you snake a hand between the couch and your body to rub at your clit. “You’re taking my cock so well, honey, you feel so fucking good. Such a good slut, fuck, all mine.” 

If you could say anything, you would, but the only sounds coming from your mouth are animalistic groans with how rough and fast she’s fucking into you. Pleasure tingles up your spine and vibrates through your whole body and your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest. Your stomach tightens, your walls clench around her, and you hear her breathing becoming labored behind you from the effort.

Her thrusts become shallower with the same intensity and a fog settles over your brain. It’s too much, it feels too good, and you’re right on the edge. She usually doesn’t fuck you like this, she’s mostly soft and gentle, but you suppose that giving her a blowjob for the first time may have excited her. 

“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m going to cum inside you,” Agatha groans weakly. You nod frantically, rubbing your clit even faster, and then she gives you two more sharp thrusts before her cock pulses. 

You feel a burst of warmth deep in your cunt and it pushes you over, pleasure completely overwhelming your body as Agatha slowly keeps fucking you through both of your orgasms. You can feel wetness—both yours and hers—slipping out of you and you moan. 

When she finally goes limp inside you, she pulls out and helps you turn over and collapse onto your back. She lays down on top of you, her weight a comfort to your ruined body. She rubs warm circles on your hips and presses soft kisses to your neck and you shiver. You trace patterns on her back distractedly. 

“You okay?” she murmurs against you. You nod and she smiles in relief. “Good.” 

Agatha holds you like that until you both fall asleep in each other’s arms. 

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[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Hailee Steinfeld

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Notes: Yall see what I did with that title?? Her song Starving? Hahahahaha me

Eddie had had one too many…okay, maybe 12 too many—but who was counting? The nice bartender loaded him into a Lyft with the only address he’d managed to babble out and sent him on his way. 

He’s lying across the backseat when the car stops, nearly sending him rolling off onto the floor but he manages to stay snuggled into the surprisingly clean upholstery. He can hear voices outside the car but he doesn’t care, he’s comfy. He’s nuzzling his face into his jacket/pillow when the door opens.

“Hey big guy,” You say sweetly, rubbing his thigh and Eddie perks up a little 

“Y/N?” He sits up and looks around slowly, first around the car, his entire head moving as he trails his eyes up your body.

“Yeah it’s me, you wanna come inside?” 

“Why are you at my house” He mumbles and you blink for a moment because you’re not at his house… he was sent to yours.

“Are you sure you have the right address?” you ask the man who volunteered to help Eddie get inside.

“Yup. Wouldn’t stop talking about you either” 

You managed to coax him out, and he fell right into “Jake’s”arms. You grabbed his feet, and you both carried him in and straight back to your bedroom. As soon as he’s hanging somewhat off the bed, you turned to Jake, panting lightly.

“Thanks so much” you reach for your purse “How much does he owe you?” 

“He can just pay from the app tomorrow, it’s fine. I’m just happy I could help”

“Well, you have to at least me tip you” You pull out your wallet and he shakes his head, putting his hands out as you both walk back to your front door.

“Nope, no way, I’m not accepting any money from a lady. Besides, you’re going to have your hands full tonight, I can already tell. You’re gonna want him to tip you” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You’ll see!” 

You watch as he gives you a wave and drives off, okay… whatever that meant. 

You walk back to the bedroom and Eddie is standing… sort of. He’s staring at the mirror in front of him, an irritated glare on his face.

“Eddie? You okay?” You ask cautiously and he turns to you.

“Do you always have men over?” He scoffs as he eyes the mirror up and down. You pinch the bridge of your nose and take a breath. 

“Eddie that’s a mirror. Why don’t you get back in bed huh? I can bring you some water.” 

“I’m not thirsty” He’s pouting, and you have to bite your lip to keep from giggling at him. 

“You sure?“ you reach out and put a hand on his arm and he stares at it, he stares so long you think you’ve offended him, but when you go to move away he takes your hand into both of his, pulling you closer.

“I’m sure, don’t- don’t leave okay?” 

You blanch for a second, staring at his pleading face before you nod slowly.

“I’ll stay… it’s okay baby boy I’ll stay” 

You watch him absolutely melt when you say that, his cheeks burn bright as he rolls his eyes and goes to move away from you.

“D-don’t say that” 

Eddie decides he’s had enough of whatever this moment he created is and walks away, you silently groan and walk after him. 

“Eds, hey I thought you were gonna- oh okay oh my god.”

You swipe Eddie’s shirt up from the floor as you come around the corner, he’s searching through your fridge while pulling at the front of his jeans and you lean against the counter. He somehow found your cowboy hat you kept in the hall closet from an old Halloween costume, you’re not even sure when he freaking went in there…

“Whatcha doin' there buddy?” Your mouth drops with his jeans as he kicks them to the side 

“Just hot” he shrugs “I thought…. I could have sworn I bought more eggs” 

Maybe he had, you know, in his own house.

“Nope, fresh out. You hungry? Why don’t I make you somet-“

“You don’t have to baby me you know” He frowns deeply and turns his head away, you set his shirt on the counter and come to wrap your arms around his torso, you lean your head against his back and he freezes��

“I didn’t mean to baby you,” You say quietly. His hands tap yours gingerly before he rests them on your arms, you can feel a little tremble in them, maybe it’s from the alcohol. 

“S’okay” He mumbles and pulls you around to face him. 

“You okay?” You whisper and he looks like he’s about to pass out and you’re sure you’re going to have to carry him back to your bedroom. 

“Have… you- have you always been this pretty?” 

“What?” You laugh a little when you say it, his hands come up to the sides of your face, scrunching uncomfortably like he doesn’t know what to do with them. 

“I like your stupid face” He mumbles more to himself and your eyes widen as he stares at you like you’ve hung the very moon shining through the window. 

“It’s so stupid. It’s so…I like it. Can I touch it?” 

“C-can you what?” You ask breathily and he steps forward, pinning you between the counter and his body… a rock and a hard place. 

“Can I touch you?” He asks softer this time, there’s a little growl to his tone and you nod dumbly trying to understand whatever the hell is happening but not exactly opposing it. 

He cups your face so gently like he’s afraid he’ll break you. He runs his thumbs over your cheekbones first, feeling your smooth skin. They trail across the shape of your nose and down to your lips. He likes how soft and plump they feel under his fingertips. 

“You’re so fuckin pretty” He whispers and you hold his waist, squeezing lightly.

“I think it’s time for you to go to bed cowboy” 

“Will you come with me?” He takes the hat off, putting it on your head and you blush when he smirks at you, tilting your chin up toward him. 

“If that’s what you want” 

His hands slide under your thighs and he picks you up, kissing your neck when you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist securely.

“That’s all I want” He sighs, nuzzling into you before unceremoniously dropping you onto the bed, your giggle gets caught in your throat as he pulls at the hem of your pajama pants and slides them off. 

“Hold on there Mister what do you think you’re-“ your palm hits his hard chest as you hold your hand out. He pulls your hand away, kissing down your arm before laying on top of you fully. He sighs loudly, settling in on you, and nuzzles his head into your chest.

You lay still with your hands in the air before he whines a little and your heart melts in your chest. You reach out, stroking his hair, scratching his scalp and he moans softly, his body fully relaxes against yours and you know you’re stuck there for the night. 

“Love you pretty girl” He purrs, and you blink slowly, taking in the words you’ve always wanted to hear from this idiot. 

Eddie wakes up with a raging headache, he reaches blindly to grab his phone from the nightstand but instead, it hits a lamp. He immediately pops his head up, looking around the room.

“Ohhh my god” He whispers, sitting up quickly. He holds his head as he grabs his phone that’s plugged in further down and dials Buck’s number.

“Hello??”

“Dude. Dude dude dude find me on Life360” 

“Bet”

Eddie grabs his pants from the end of the bed and yanks them on, Buck gasps wildly, dramatically, annoyingly, and loudly. 

“What?! What is it?! Did someone kidnap me??? Are they gonna use my body for sex?!”

“You’re at Y/N’s house”

The entire world stops spinning as Eddie drops his phone, he can hear Buck screaming that he has to give him every single dirty detail. He can’t even wrap his head around the fact that there MIGHT be dirty details that he!!!! Can’t remember!!!!

“I have- I have to go I’ll call you later I promise!” 

“I’m gonna text Y/N” 

“Don’t you fucking dare”

“….”

“You did, didn’t you” 

“I don’t think we need to talk about that”

“Jesus fucking-“ Eddie hangs up and gets out of bed, he holds his head in his hands as he takes the medicine that’s there and then downs the glass of water. Now to find you. 

If he hadn’t been freaking out so hardcore he’d have noticed the smell of bacon sooner. He wanders out of your room and down to the kitchen where you’re just plating it up. 

“Oh, hey! You’re awake” Your voice is soft and he’s so incredibly thankful. He sits down at the island and you slide the plate over. 

“Uh…yeah,” he said uneasily. How the fuck does he go about this? Hey girl of my dreams, did I finally cream in more than just my pants?? He toys with his bacon and you look at him.

“Somethin’ wrong? Did I not cook it enough?” 

“Huh?” he shakes his head fast “No- no no no no no it’s great it’s- it’s so good” 

“Uh huh…” you narrow your eyes suspiciously before going back to eating your food. It’s quiet for a little bit and you can just feel Eddie’s uneasiness, you can practically see him sweating.

“Eddie? Are you sure you’re-“

“Did we have sex?” He finally blurts out, his eyes squeezed shut “Please please tell me we didn’t”

You set your fork down and he puts his hands out “Now- now don’t get me wrong! If we did, I’m- shit I’m so so into that and I hope I get the memories back!! But- I- if I don’t remember I’m so sorry really Y/N”

He just sounds so distressed as he’s telling you and you scrunch your face up, feeling secondhand embarrassment and also really freaking bad for him. 

There’s also that… little piece of you that’s kind of sad he doesn’t remember snuggling you all night and whining every time you tried to pull away. 

“We didn’t have sex Eddie” 

Eddie caves in on himself, sighing in relief “Oh thank god” 

“You did tell me I was pretty tho” You lick the yogurt from your spoon as his mouth drops. 

“Said my face was stupid, that ya liked it” 

He slaps his hands over his face and groans, melting into the chair

“Are you shitting me?” 

“Nope! Oh, I fully expect you to grovel when you take it back too. I’m thinking of breakfast in bed. Maybe I’ll make you pay for a massage too… oh and-“

“Who said I was taking it back?” 

You’re taken back for a moment, blinking at him 

“Uh-“

“It… fuck it wasn’t the way I wanted to tell you exactly” He laughs awkwardly “B-but uh- no. I don’t… I don’t want to take it back” 

“You said something else” You swallow awkwardly and he braces for the worst. 

“What?”

“It- it was- it was just you know… a goodnight…”

“Okay? What did I say?” 

“Um-“ You poke at the eggs on your plate “You just. You said uh-“

“What the fuck did I say?” He whispers to himself trying to figure it out and you turn to grab another cup of coffee 

“You said “Love you pretty girl” “You clear your throat as you take a minute to not look at him. 

“Oh” 

You turn to face him, oh?? That’s what he had to say. You sigh as you stir the creamer in and come back to the counter. 

“Ha-ha yeah… yeah pretty uh- pretty weird right?? That’s- that’s the one I want the massage for. You know, saying-saying you-“

“I’m not taking that back either,” Eddie says firmly, his cheeks are blushing, he looks like death and like he’s about to keel over from pure embarrassment but he means it. 

“I do love you” 

He comes around the counter, shoving his anxiety down as hard as he can, and eases the cup from your hands. He puts them on his shoulders before putting his hands on your hips and pulling you close. 

“I’m sorry I was so fucking wasted last night, I’m sorry I somehow ended up here and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I loved you sooner” 

You look at him, clasping your hands behind his neck and standing on your toes, he bends down and smirks, nuzzling his nose against yours as you pull him closer to you, your heart beating wildly. 

“You gonna say anything?” 

“Maybe instead of paying for a massage… you can just give me one instead” 

You press your lips to his, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer. He grabs your thighs again, lifting you and splaying his hands across your ass. 

“Sounds good to me”

[swampstew]

Ok so I am basing this ask off this post:

https://www.tumblr.com/stuckinthewrongworld/754204449503870976?source=share

Could you do this with Law, Kid, and/ or Zoro please? You guys have some fun, but have to go your separate ways for a little bit, but end up in the same place again just a few months later. You've been so busy, you haven't noticed the changes to your body, only that you're more tired, but you think it's just because of everything you've had to accomplish. But he notices right away, because he remembered every little detail about you. Maybe your shirt lifts up and he notices? Or you have a tight fitting shirt on? Idk I'm so in love with this concept I NEED to read it!

-🐍

Hebi the way I had to be on life support for this....the way my uterus was like ok time to be a problem since my womb is empty from this...I could only knock out (HAHAHAHAHA) one for Kid but I plan to repost it along with Law and Zoro's POVs at a later time. Brain only light up for Punk tonight.

Summary: You have a casual relationship with Eustass Kid, a here and there type of thing. At least that's how it felt on your end. You didn't know he felt about you, the way he sees you, the way he wants you. No matter what. No bumps in the road can sway him. CW: Eustass Kid x F Reader, accidental pregnancy scenario - something short and sweet based off this post | no actual smut, all fluff and tenderness from someone so brash and violent

Kid clocks it right away. He’s so eager when he sees you, finding you on the dock instantly, and the first thing he notices are the dark circles under your eyes and your breasts look particularly perky in your top. He makes himself known, to your surprise, pulling you into a giant hug and asks you if you’re ok.

You tell him you’re just tired from work and your social battery was pretty much drained all the time, but you are happy to see him again. His hand traces your sallow cheeks as you tell him what you’ve been up to before he decides he’s going to carry you to the nearest food stall to get you both something to eat. He holds you while you hold the bags of food, cradled against his muscular chest as he takes long, impatient strides to your home. He’s going to get to the bottom of this and he wants to do it without his crew hovering.

He tells you about his adventures while you eat, if it can be called eating since you a few bites before you looked queasy, abandoning your plate and drinking ginger ale instead. Kid pushes his plate away and brings you to your feet, bringing you to his chest as he his hands gently caress your hips.

“I’ve been gone for a while now. Has anything happened?”

“Hm? Aside from taking on more work to pass the time, not really.”

“Nothing at all? Its been three months since we saw each other.”

“What are you getting at?” you ask irately, not liking the implication of his question.

Kid turns your body so your back is resting against his torso, metal hand holding you in place while his flesh fingers spread across your lower belly. The slow strokes made goosebumps erupt along your soft skin.

“You definitely didn’t have this last time…”

“ARE YOU CALLING ME F—?!” your yell is cut off as he covered your mouth.

“Y/N! Do the math!”

When your body starts trembling, he knows you made the connection and swiftly picks you up and takes you to your bed. Waiting to see if you would start the conversation.

“We never talked about an accident like this,” you whisper.

“No, so what are we going to do?”

“We?”

“Well…yeah. Unless you don’t want me involved…”

“I-I think I want too…but…sigh…I wouldn’t expect you to stay,” you whisper.

“You’re right I wouldn’t” he snorts, “Cause I’m taking you with me, idiot. No way in hell I’m letting you do this alone.”

[celaenaeiln]

Bruce: *sees a motorcade come up on his right* *ignores*

Timmy in the back eying the group suspiciously: ….

*tapping on glass*

Dick: B, there’s someone tapping on my side.

Bruce: Don’t roll the window down they could be-

Dick: *already rolling the window down* *GASP* ROMMEY?! ROMMEY! ROMMEY!!

A 45 yr old grizzled man with a smoker’s voice, nicknamed Rommey by Dick: heya Dickie, how it’s going kiddo.

Dick: ROMMEY IM SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU AGAIN!

Another motorbiker with a full claw scar down his face: what about the rest of us, kid? Forget about us?

Dick: MANES! DERRICKA! IZZY!!

Derrick-I take down mercenaries for fun but let a kid I like call me DERRICKA-Rolan: You little shit, why’d we not hear from you after you fucked off to neverland huh?!

Isabella-what? Someone went missing? I had nothing to do with it, it’s total coincidence that I hated him-Hodges: Maybe he doesn’t like us, Der. That right, Dickie?

Dick: *flabbergasted* No!! It’s a long story! After I left I ran out of gas and then some girl crashed into my bike and sent it flying off the cliff but I dove off it first and then I had to walk to the nearest motel on bare feet because I gave her my shoes and then I met this half bear half man and I’ll be pleased to tell you that it was a beary bearable encounter once he got his bearings hahahahaha- *progressively climbing out of the car as the story goes on*

Bruce: Dick! Get back in the car! *having one hand on the steering wheel and grabbing the back of his shirt with the other to keep his wayward son from falling out*

Dick: Wait- *accidently twisting too far and nearly braining himself on the speeding asphalt*

Rommey: DICK!

Bruce: DICK!

Rommey, Derricka, Izzy, and Manes: *grabbing the front half to prevent Dick from becoming like two-face*

Bruce: *letting go of the wheel to grab Dick’s bottom half for the same reason*

Tim: *high pitched screaming from the back* DICK! Tₕₑ Wₕₑₑₗ! ₜₕₑ Wₕₑₑₗ!!!

Bruce: *struggling to pull his son in while the motorcade struggles to pull him out to sit on a bike thus leading to Dick hanging in limbo out the window of a car going 80mph on a freeway* GRAB THE WHEEL TIM

Tim: *sacrificing a few ribs on the edge of the front car seat* IM TRYING! I CANT REACH THE CRUISE CONTROL AND DONT LEAN BACK AND OH MY GOD SIGN POST! SIGN POST! THE POST! THE POSSSTTTTT!!!

Dick, Bruce, Tim, and motorcade: *furious screaming and shouting and panicking*

*2 hours later*

*Arriving at the manor*

Jason: damn what happened to you lot, you look like you went through hell and back.

Bruce and Tim: *drained, pale-faced, messy, sweating, and heaving*

Dick: *a curl of hair falling elegantly into his shining eyes* I just had the time of my life, Jay!

Jason who is well acquainted with Dick’s “Time of the life”s: ah. My condolences.

Tim: Never again. *flopping on the ground and cater-pilling his way up the stairs*

Damian: Father, this is such disgraceful attire! Fix yourself at once, mother would be embarrassed by such a visage! What in holy reincarnation have you been doing?!

Bruce: Never again, Dick.

Dick: it’s nothing Dami, they were just helping me.

Damian: Father, I am ashamed of you. Why must you devolve to such a state when you assist Grayson, he is perfectly capable of extraordinary feats without your input. I suggest you refrain from interfering with his success again.

Bruce:

Bruce: Damian, you-

Dick: Bruce. *smiling pleasantly*

Jason: *immediately sneaking off*

Bruce’s life momentarily flashing before his eyes: …..nothing. Go finish your homework. *trudging off to whine to Alfred about how no one’s gonna believe him*

Dick: *sincerely* what a great day! 😊

[solaris-amethyst]

💫 Animal Crossing vs Stardew Valley💫

✨Pairing: Seonghwa x gn!reader ✨Prompt: You and your best friend Seonghwa argue about which game is better than the other. ✨Word count: 0.7k ✨Genre: fluff, non idol au, best friends ☀️Authors Note: I definitely play way more Stardew Valley than Animal Crossing so had to get the help of my friend who's played AC way longer than I have to have some good materials for this one shot! Let me know if you liked it!🥰

"There is no way you prefer Stardew Valley over Animal Crossing New Horizon." Seonghwa said looking at you flabbergasted after you had confessed you preferred said game over Animal Crossing.

"Why wouldn't I prefer Stardew Valley over Animal Crossing?! Stardew has so much more gameplay and a storyline and it's so much more fun!" You argued back at him, he sat up straighter in the sofa the two of you were sitting in with his mouth hanging open as if he could not believe the words you had just uttered.

"No no no you're wrong! Animal crossing is much better, the villagers are super cute, you get to choose who stays on your island! You can't do that in Stardew! You're forced to have the exact same people as everyone else!" He said as he turned his switch towards you to show his villagers who were waving and just in general being cute.

"Well at least I don't need to restart or get a new switch if I wanna restart a new farm in Stardew! You have to delete everything if you wanna start a new farm meaning you'll have to delete all your memories and that's no fun!" You pout "And besides Animal Crossing don't have Krobus so that's automatically a minus point!"

"What the hell is a Krobus?!" Seonghwa asked making a face causing you to gasp and turn toward him almost offended he asked who Krobus is.

"He's a precious friendly monster! You have not seen his little face when you gift him an emerald! He's adorable!!" You defend the creature.

"Well do your villagers congratulate you on your birthday?" He argues back which causes you to let out an annoyed:

"No they don't."

"Hah! See! My game is superior! They sing a little song and do a little dance for you. Plus the visuals are much cuter than your game!"

"Hey! The visuals are really nice as well!!" You lightly hits his leg as he laughs.

"Besides Stardew stresses me out. I want to be relaxed when playing a game and yet there's a time limit every day, if I want to save I gotta go to bed and if I'm mining I get attacked by everything from crabs to slime monsters to bugs." He rants and it brings out a laugh from you.

"That's why Animal Crossing is slightly boring. There's no fighting, no action or adrenaline rush while playing the game! Plus Stardew has a storyline, your game is over once you earn three stars which is like what do you do after that?" You retaliate and you can see something click in Hwas head as his eyes starts looking a bit mischievous as he fights a smile.

"Well you know Sprout Valley is better than your game!" That caused you to gasp, there was no way he actually uttered those words to you.

"You take that back! You agreed last week when we played it that it was good but not as good as our favorite games!" You point at him and he's now wearing a Cheshire grin on his face

"I changed my mind" He singsongs, giggling at your flabbergasted face.

"Get over here!" You say pouncing at him to tickle him causing him to shriek trying to get away from you.

"Stooppp!!! Hahahahaha noooo stop it Y/n!!!!" He tries to push you off of him but hes unsuccessful of getting you off and stopping your attack.

"I will stop if you take it back and say Stardew is the best game out there!!" You smirk trying not to laugh at how he was turning red from laughing.

"Okay! OKAY!! Ahhhh you win!!! Stardew Valley is the best game out there!!" Once he had screamed that you stopped, laughing at him. Seonghwa looked as if he had been to war with his now tousled hair, beanie on the ground and shirt slightly tangled.

"See! I won." You say sitting back in your corner of the sofa looking like a cat who just got the cream. Enjoying your victory over Seonghwa who usually was the one who won these kind of arguments. Your victory did not last long before he wheezed out:

"I lied. Animal Crossing and Sprout Valley is leagues better."

"Why you little shit!" You said before lunging at him with a screech causing him to let out a scream of his own trying to avoid your fingers who were ready to tickle him again until he gave up.

[huhyuhbah]

Gun's face hahahahaha. Incredible first introduction.

Two things. Firstly, great shirt Gun. Second, I would NEVER sit on the mattress without a mattress cover and sheet. You don't know what the people before you have done to that mattress.

No mention of just... study hard?

"Positive Energy"? Yotha, take that off. You don't deserve it, yet.

You won't be that happy when you start feeling home sick, missing your parents cooking, swamped with work. Sorry. I'm just complaining.

Ladybug gang woop woop.

Lmaoo

The screaming while running away hahahaha so real.

I mean... Faifah's tie isn't even done properly itself. Also there's something so incredibly enjoyable about yoinking your mates tie and it tightening so hard. You don't get that same fun from a clip on tie.

I'm sooooo normal about this. Just two people hugging. Yep. I'm fine.

Oh Book Arm you lucky bastard

Aw damn it I keep forgetting it's Faifa, not Faifah. My brain keeps resorting to the novel spelling.

[happy-beeeps]

Hello there! My request is this: the reader wants to learn hand-to-hand combat but has a crush on Hunter and doesn’t know how to ask him. Omega helps the reader and the reader gets what she wants. On the first day of training she trips and lands on top of Hunter and fluff or smut happens. Up to you :)

hahahahaha heyyyyyy I'm so sorry this is so late. In good news, it got away from me and turned into 4k words of the softest smut I've written!!! I am in love with this man!!!!

(also if you're asking yourself if I was inspired by the top gun volleyball scene the answer is yes I was and no I won't apologize for it.)

Take My Breath Away

pairing: Hunter x f!reader

WC: 4k

MINORS DNI 18+ BELOW CUT

Warnings: p in v sex, fingering, first time, feelings confession, awkward reader

Summary: When Omega convinces Hunter to finally train you in combat, things don't go to plan... or do they?

You’re leering, you know it. You really can’t help it, your spot inside the Marauder has left you with a perfectly obscured view to watch the training exercises happening outside. There’s a box of medical supplies in your lap while you stare through the front viewport, watching Hunter and Tech team up against Echo and Wrecker as they practice hand-to-hand perfectly in your view. 

Hunter has long forgone his long sleeve black shirt, his tattoos on full display as his skin bakes in the sun. It is hot, you supposed, but you assumed nearly every midday on Jakku got this warm. They’re all in various states of undress, grappling with each other with the kind of joyful fighting that reminds you of the village boys and their games back home. 

Sweat beads roll off his chest in a slight pattern, and you can see through the viewport that he’s used his bandana as a makeshift tie, pulling his hair up into some kind of knot on the top of his head. Echo has gotten Tech into some kind of hold, and the latter is thrashing against him trying to wiggle his way out. Hunter, however, is practically glistening as he shoots Wrecker a grin while they circle one another, until his legs push against the coarse sand outside and he lunges for his younger brother’s legs. He must’ve gotten Wreck with an element of surprise because the larger clone actually tumbles a bit, his center of gravity thrown off. You can’t hear them from inside the ship, but from the looks on their faces you can tell they’re laughing. Echo seems to have succeeded in locking Tech down, and the four of them exchange shakes and smirks–and move to repeat the game. 

Happiness looks good on him.

“Why are you watching Hunter again?” Omega’s small, but chipper, voice startles you from your daydream (something involving Hunter and his back that you’ll never tell.)

“Nothing! I’m not, not even watching him,” you stumble, trying desperately to make yourself look busy with the box in front of you. “I’ve gotta keep an eye on his injuries Meg, that's all.”

“But I thought you said he’d be better three rotations ago?”

She’s caught you now, and your face grows hot with the realization. “Well, yeah, of course. But still, as a medic, it’s my job to keep an eye on you all.”

You move to stand and ruffle her hair, toting the box on your hip as you move to go back to the med closet. You suppose you’ve done enough gawking for today.

“Are you red because you’re embarrassed about something?”

Now this makes you stop in your tracks. You whip your head to turn and face the young girl, who’s mouth smiles innocently at you while her eyes smirk knowingly. Kriff. You knew you shouldn't have let her start watching romcoms. 

“I’m not embarrassed,” you start, still making your way to the closet while Omega follows closely behind. “I just don’t know any combat, so I’m watching to learn, it’s just embarrassing not to know.”

Nice. Good save. You’ll pat yourself on the back for that one later. 

“Oh, that makes sense.” Is all you get from Omega, before you’re met with the sound of her feet moving down the walkway. You’re left alone with your thoughts, idylly shuffling supplies around the closet, delving back to your daydream. Minutes pass like this, in quiet peace, before a rough, masculine voice snaps you back to reality.

“Hey,” Hunter starts, leaning against the doorframe that separates the main cabin from the armory and med closet. He’s not shirtless anymore, instead wearing a mockingly thin white tank top that’s becoming less and less opaque the more his chest is pressed against it. “Omega said you wanted to learn some moves?”

Sure enough, Omega stands behind Hunter, arms crossed proudly as she looks between the two of you. “She’s important Hunter, she has to learn!” The younger girl shouts, and Hunter smiles down at her.

“Sure she is. That’s why I’m gonna teach her,” he looks up at you now with questioning eyes, “that is, if you’re interested? Tech is gonna bring Echo and Wrecker on a supply run for a few hours, so you don’t have to worry about them?”

“Y-yeah, that sounds great.” Maker, is that stumbling voice yours? This is getting worse by the minute.

“Hunter, can I go with? Tech said the market is no worse than Mos Eisley, and you let me go there, Wrecker already said he’d watch me!” Omega pleads with her big brother, pulling at his fingers in a subtle gesture to lead the two of you outdoors. 

“Sure, Meg. If it’s fine with them, it’s fine with me.”

* * *

Your body aches, your joints cracking with each move. You’ve barely even begun the training, merely the warmups Hunter has put you through in this scorching heat has gotten you coated in your own layer of sweat. He moved through each warm up with ease, and finished his last stretch lazily, leaning his weight on his back leg and placing his hands firmly on his hips. It took nearly everything in you not to stare at him, his shirt back on but replaced by a mockingly thin white tank top that grew less opaque with every passing moment.

“Thought you said you wanted to learn?” His voice brought you back out of your daydream, reminding you exactly why you were standing here. You had gone this long without him really knowing your feelings, aside from the simple flirtation the two of you shared to pass the time. One afternoon wouldn’t kill you.

“Thought you said we’d start slow,” you grumble in reply, moving to face him with an agitated determination.

He doesn’t give you a verbal response, merely moving to stand behind you, placing his hands and your shoulders before reaching them across to grab your wrists. “I’m gonna put you in the first stance,” he says, moving his hands, and your wrists, up to a blocking motion before kicking one of his feet between your legs. With gentle, albeit rough, taps to each foot, your legs slowly shuffled wider apart, granting you more stability on the sandy terrain. The motion of him slowly spreading your legs open, however, had the complete opposite effect, and your stomach dropped nearly to your toes as your chest flutters with warmth. This was exactly why you hadn’t asked for help in the first place.

“Looks good,” he started, moving back to face you. “Now, when you punch, you’re not just pushing your fist out, right? You’re punching with your whole arm, try hitting my hand.”

“But, I don’t want to hurt you!” You sputtered, and his lazy, easy smile returned.

“Trust me, you won’t.”

You pass nearly an hour like this, moving to punch Hunter with as much force as you could muster, and him blocking you with ease. It’s not that you were weak by any means, you wouldn’t have lasted as the Batch’s medic if you were, but this kind of strength was foreign to you. You were slipping, growing more tired by the moment. Your punches slowly falter. Finally, as the heat and the exertion caught up to you, your legs followed the swing of your arm, sending you toppling your whole weight onto Hunter.

He too must’ve begun feeling the heat, as his normally subvert reflexes failed him. Your weight and his surprise sent the two of you toppling onto the sand, his arms reaching to cup your elbows, carefully guiding you to land on his chest. The sweat on both of your skin made the two of you sticky, and your thin shirt did little to hide the flush of your chest as you pressed against his toned body. Hunter also seemed to be responding to the moment, his eyes opening and closing rapidly, his chest rising and falling with increasing speed.

Maker. You hadn’t thought about how awful you must’ve smelled.

“I’m sorry Hunter, I’m sure I smell-“

“Great,” he gritted out, you assumed his tone was dripping in sarcasm. Your wince must not have garnered the response he was hoping for, and his eyes widened in panic. “No, no, I mean it. Kriff, that’s not what I meant.”

“No, it’s fine, it’s warm out here, don’t mention it,” you shook awkwardly, moving to push off of him. Instead, Hunter’s grip on the backs of your arms tightened to hold you in place.

“I mean it,” he murmurs, “you’ve been driving me crazy all day.”

You blink in surprise as that warm feeling from before returns, and you resist the urge to press yourself against him even further. 

“What, just because I’m a slow learner?” you blush and shake your head, trying to hide your face from the intensity of his stare, and the overbearing Jakku sun.

“Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?”

“That,” he removes one hand from its spot on your arm to tug your chin back at him, his eyes falling to your lips for the briefest moment before coming back to yours, “hide from me.”

Your response is quiet, timid. “Because you don’t mean it.”

“Why would you think that? We’ve kind of been toeing around it for weeks now.”

You’re sputtering now, “I thought you were joking.”

“I don’t joke when it comes to you,” something akin to hurt flashes across his eyes, and his grip on your arms loosens slightly. Kriff. You’re losing him now, and the panic that settles in your chest takes over before your brain can properly think its way out of it.

You’re fully pressing your breasts against him now, relenting the rest of your weight onto him as your arms snake their way to his face and you pull him towards you before he has a chance to feel any more hurt at your expense. Your lips crash to his in a kiss that’s equal parts full of reassurance and want, and he molds against you quickly. Whatever doubt and hurt he might’ve felt a moment ago is replaced by something darker, something needier.

Hunter adjusts you on top of him easily, pulling you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. When you pull away from the kiss you watch as he brings your legs tighter around his waist and, with little struggle, manages to stand up against the sand, never dropping you from your perch.

You try not to go faint at the way his leg muscles tense beneath the rolled up cuffs of his pants as he lifts the two of you from the ground with ease. Hunter has always been scrappy, never as much bulk as Wrecker but easily the second largest of his brothers. Echo used to joke that what he lacked in height he made up for in muscle mass.

You can’t stop yourself from leaning in to him, placing needy open mouth kisses along the curve of his neck, the sharp edges of his jaw. He groaned at your touch, his steps quickening towards the Marauder. There’s a break as he fidgets with the controls to lower the ramp and it starts its painstakingly slow descent. In a fit of impatience, Hunter has your back pressed against the side of the ship and moves to kiss you again, this time it’s bruising and impatient. He’s been wanting this just as long as you, you realize. Whatever the door the two of you just opened isn’t going to be easily shut.

He’s methodical with the way he kisses you, but his hands are anything but. He pulls teasing tugs at your lower lip, slowly parts your mouth with his tongue–like he’s testing something. 

“Hunter,” you beg, turning your head from him in a feeble gesture to get him to notice that the ramp has lowered.

“I’ve just wanted to kiss you for so long,” he admits, a tenderness in his eyes that your stomach doing backflips, “I don’t think I can ever stop.”

He walks to the two of you up the ramp of the ship before setting you down gently in the hull. You’re staring up at him now, his hands resting on the small of your back, keeping you close.

“You tell me what’s too much cyar’ika. I’ll take whatever part of you you’ll give me.”

“All, all of me. I’m not afraid.” You murmur, pressing yourself against him before leaning to loop your arms around his neck.

He meets you halfway to kiss you, albeit gentler than before, before turning you and moving you backwards with small steps. You know this ship like the back of your hand, even backwards and with your eyes closed, and you can tell from the way he’s moving you that you’re moving towards his quarters.

“We can go to my room?” You ask, breathless. They had graciously turned the small medbay into a space for your quarters, of sorts. You had a larger bed than any member of the batch, with the caveat that your roommates were small surgical machines and overflow boxes of bacta. 

“No, want you in my bed, if that’s ok?” 

You nodded while he continued to guide you towards the rest of the batch’s quarters, your vision becoming shaded from the darkness of the room. You were grateful now that Hunter’s bunk was on the bottom, as the backs of your legs bumped into the mattress.

He laid you down on the mattress and quickly stretched across you, giving you full freedom to remove your arms from his neck and let them roam against the broad expanse of his back. His kisses met your neck almost as soon as he settled on the mattress, and from the way his teeth nipped at the soft skin, you knew you’d be littered with marks.

Whatever. You’re sure they’d pick up on it eventually. 

Your thoughts were interrupted as Hunter pulled you up towards him, using the space to pull your shirt off and discard it on the floor, leaving you in the thin cottony breastband you’d picked specifically because it was too hot to even think about something better. You, in turn, pulled at the hem of the thin white tank top, and he smirked at you as he moved back, pulling it up over his head. There was enough space between the bunks for him to sit comfortably upright, and you moved forward to meet him, bringing his hands to your waist.

“It’s too hot for all these layers.”

If he was surprised he barely showed it, raising an eyebrow before moving to unfasten your breastband, leaving the two of you bare from the waist up.

“Mesh’la, I can’t… I can’t stop.”

“Then don’t.” You smiled, leaning back on his mattress, watching his form cage you in.

His response was immediate, falling closer to you and moving his kisses farther down your neck before moving to bring his mouth to your breast, now bare to him. His lips dragged over your newly exposed flesh, before his tongue flattened over the stiff peak of your nipple.

He wasted no time in palming your other breast, and the briefest glance you got of your skin beneath his inked fingers was enough to elicit the smallest of whimpers from your mouth. He paused from his work on your nipple to glance up at you, before sending a devilish grin as his hand removed itself from your chest and made small movements towards your thighs. With a quick and decisive movement he placed his hand just on the squishy flesh of your inner thigh, before hooking a finger around the seam of your panties and shifting them down.

You jostled a bit to help them come off and Hunter surged to kiss you again, his breath warm and inviting on your mouth. In an instant you let out a soft gasp as his fingers began to move towards your folds, before he slowly pushed two fingers into your heat. 

The feeling of being filled in any capacity by him immediately sent warmth flooding to every corner of your body, and you bucked your hips against him as he moved his fingers in a delicious hooking motion, pulling you closer and closer to oblivion with each movement.

“So warm for me, so wet.” He grumbled against your neck, and your hands threaded through his hair, desperate to keep his body against yours.

“Hunter, need you, now.”

“Shh,” he murmured, moving faster, and a twisting in your feeling in your gut suddenly struck, along with the realization that you were quickly approaching an orgasm. “Come for me first, princess. Need to make you feel good first.”

His words and motions combined sent that first orgasm crashing over you fast, the tips of your fingers and the lower half of your body shaking in pleasure while he took his sweet time, coaxing every bit of your oblivion out of you in slow, melodic motions. When you had come back down to earth, he pulled his hand from you before bringing it to his mouth, bringing his fingers to his mouth and tasting you finally.

“Next time you’re finishing on my tongue,” he groaned, head thrown back. You took his momentary distraction to pull at the band of his boxers, already eyeing the deliciously thick silhouette of his hard length pressing against the fabric.

“Hunterrr,” you whined, leaning up and pressing kisses from his collarbone down his chest, before deciding you couldn’t take it anymore and plunging your hand into his boxers, running your hand up and down the velvety skin of his shaft. You paused at the tip, running your fingers over it and collecting the precum already leaking out.

“Need to learn some patience,” he groaned, before shifting to pull the last offending article of clothing off, and pressing you firmly, and softly to the mattress. With his boxers gone you could see him now. He was big, bigger than any man you’d been with before, and prettier too. The inky black markings of his tattoos led down his whole torso, pausing just at the start of his shaft. It was one of the few spots on his body where you could admire every inch of tanned, warm skin.

Hunter moved down to kiss you, this one sweet and short, running a hand down your core to collect some of the mess he’d already made of you, before running it along his length. He leaned back and looked at you, his eyes warming with a fondness that suddenly had you feeling more naked now than you had this entire time. 

“You take my breath away,” he murmured in a voice dripping with an emotion you weren’t bold enough to try and name, before picking up one of your legs and easily tossing it over your shoulder. “You’ve been my dream this whole time. Wanna make sure you’re ready.”

“Hunter,” you paused, reaching a hand up to his cheek, “if you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to go catatonic.”

His laugh had your leg shaking, and he rolled his eyes, “remind me to fuck some manners into you next time.”

Without any more pretense you felt his tip surge past your walls, stretching you out deliciously and giving a sense of satisfaction greater than anything you’d felt before. He pushed farther before bottoming out and nudging just right against that spot you’d always struggled to reach. The same one that had you tossing one arm over your eyes and another grasping at nothing out of pure bliss. His name breathed past your lips like a prayer, and you felt him shiver a bit at it.

“Fuck, that’s my girl.” He moaned, starting his thrusts at a slow, manageable pace. You felt one of his hands slide up the sheets on his mattress before sliding and weaving his fingers between yours. “Don’t hide from me.” He whispered, and you brought your arm down, placing it firmly on the bicep he was using to support himself against you.

He felt fucking amazing. You had met a guy in an alley on Coruscant who tried to sell you deathsticks once, and you felt like you had to go back and tell him he was wrong. There had to be a better high. Being fucked into your pillows by Hunter while he held your hand and whispered to you had to be better. You weren’t a scientist (ok, maybe you were) but this had to be the best feeling a human being could feel.

Hunter’s pace quickened, and soon the cabin was filled with the sickeningly sweet sound of skin slapping against skin, his hips snapping against you. His senses must’ve made him perfectly attuned to how you were feeling, any shift in pleasure, any barely audible moan. His hand had removed itself from yours, instead holding your wrist and pressing you firmly into the bed in a move that felt more possessive and dominant than threatening.

“You’re mine.” You had moaned without realizing it, and his pace picked up again. A twisting, numbing feeling began to blossom in your core and Hunter brought your leg down, surging forward to kiss you as he fucked you farther into oblivion.

“You’re my girl, you’ve always been my girl.” He groaned into your neck before pulling back. “Just been waiting for you to realize it. I wanna hear you say it.”

“You’re mine, I’m yours.” You groaned, his hips bucking up and nudging again and again into that spot. His hand removed itself from your wrist and you used the newfound freedom to rake your hands down your back, sending moans of pleasure out of Hunter.

“I’m all yours princess,” he groaned, “so sweet, so soft for me. Fuck, so tight.”

His praise and words and breakneck speed had you hitting your orgasm like a brick wall, turning you from head to toe in a shivering, gasping mess as your walls clenched around him. You gripped his hair in a desperate attempt to tether yourself to something corporeal as he fucked you through it, his own pace becoming quick and sloppy.

“‘M close, where,” was all he was able to rasp out.

“In, ‘s okay.” Was the closest thing you had to a response. You’d tell him about your implant later.

In an instant, he was groaning into your neck, his hips slapping against yours sending you nearly into sensory overload, before you felt his warmth against you. For a moment after he barely moved, just breathed against you as if he couldn’t imagine this had actually happened. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, you running a hand along his back and through his hair as he pressed sweet kisses along your neck, likely trying to soften the purple marks you were certain he had left.

“Lemme get you cleaned up,” he whispered, as if careful not to scare the moment away. He pulled back from you slowly, before reaching to tug his pants back on and heading to the fresher. He was only gone for a few moments, returning with a warm, wet rag that he lovingly dashed between your legs and a pair of clean shorts from your quarters and one of his shirts.

“Thought you might want something comfortable.” He said as he passed it to you, and you quickly changed into it, relishing into how the shirt smelled so distinctly of him.

You moved to sit up but he toppled in bed next to you before you could. His bunk was small, barely enough space for the two of you, so he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.

“Don’t go. Meant what I said.”

You blushed as you shimmied to turn your face to him. “Which part?”

“All of it. I’ve always wanted you. Not just for, you know,” he stumbled, seeming suddenly embarrassed.

“Sex?”

“Yeah, but I’m not gonna complain about that part,” he winked, before pulling you into him again, resting his head on top of yours. “I want to… care for you. In every way. You really take my breath away, always have.” He pressed a kiss against your hair, and you pressed closer to him in return.

“Then you’ll have me. For as long as I’m here and then some.” 

The two of you stayed like this into the night, wrapped up in each other’s arms, tangled limb to limb. Soon enough the lull of his heart had drifted you into sleep, and he did his best to shield you from the prying eyes and loud noises of the rest of the Batchers as they returned from the market, just as he swore to himself that he’d shield you from anything that threatened to take you from them, from him.

His girl he had said. And he had meant it.

[irregularcollapse]

Watching the Olympics right now and thinking about your tennis AU, do you think John and Gale ever had a chance to compete together for the Olympics or were they not on the same level at the same time?

i mean. yeah!

from my drafting document so Bucky’s t-shirt slogan is subject to change lmaooooo

currently the plan has quite a few comps before this one, so we must all be patient 🫡 however this snip was one of the first things i wrote hahahahaha (although it will also be edited when i write the rest of this chapter)

i’m really stagnated on my WIPs atm (i blame the fact I’m trying to write emotionally fraught stuff for ITIL) but I’m feelin real good about this week for writing. manifesting productivity!!!!!!! we’ll get there. also i received some cool and good prompts to use as writing warmups so yay!

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

I'm asking for some crumbs for: From the Pieces of Your Shattered Memories, please. 👐

Hahahahaha! I actually have worked so hard on this fic this last year. I think I can finish it up in 2025 and then reveal it. But here's a little snippet from chapter 3!

Summary: Bilbo is a paramedic who picks up an unconscious John Doe he feels responsible for. When the man wakes up he has no memories and they find out there are people actively out to kill him. Bilbo's life quickly becomes a spy movie. Not knowing what else to call the man, he refers to him as 'Oakenshield' due to the pin on his shirt.

“Before you do that, give me the phone number.” Bilbo stated. “She probably won’t pick up but I can at least leave a message.”

Prim angled her phone so that way Bilbo could see it, and Bilbo quickly entered the number in to the device. He looked over at Oakenshield before he pressed call, seeing that the other man was looking rather despondent. 

“Do you want to do it?” 

Oakenshield shook his head. “What would I even say? Hey, I don’t know who you are, but I have your son’s picture in my wallet. Can you tell me about that?”

Bilbo grimaced. “Good point. I’ll just tell her that I’m a paramedic and have a John Doe whose wallet indicated I should call her.”

Oakenshield nodded in agreement, and Bilbo took a deep breath before pressing the call button. It rang for four rings when he heard the click. Bilbo prepared himself to leave his message when a voice sounded from the other end.

“You better have information for me.”

Bilbo jumped at the tone, nervously fumbling with the phone.

“Ah, yes. Yes. Hello, I’m Bilbo Baggins…”

“What do you want Bilbo Baggins?” She demanded in the same no-nonsense tone.

“Yes, of course. I have someone who belongs to you. I think! He had a wallet with a picture of you and the two boys. He’s a little beat-up, but he’s safe. Of that I assure you.”

It was quite for a long moment on the other end. So much so, Bilbo had to check his phone, afraid the connection had dropped.

“Let me tell you something, Bilbo Baggins. You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

A shiver went down Bilbo’s spine as he turned to Oakenshield with wide eyes. He indicated Bilbo should put it on speaker and he quickly did as Dis continued her little speech.

“We Durins are proud and hearty and we don’t intimidate easily. If you have done anything to my brother, Mahal preserve you because I will end you.”

“No, no! You’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t do anything to him!” Bilbo quickly tried to correct when Prim hissed his name.

He tried ignoring her, but when she insistently tugged on his shirt, he had no choice but to look over at her ready to snap for interrupting. She held her phone right in his face and he felt his brows furrow before all the blood drained from his face. No, no that couldn’t be right. Yet, he couldn’t deny what was in front of him. Oakenshield’s picture was clearly featured in the article. His face regal and proud with a headline underneath. 

The Shire welcomes King Thorin for a diplomatic visit!

He had the bloody king of Erebor in his cousin’s fucking car. Thorin immediately snatched up Prim’s phone at the same time Bilbo moved to hang up on Dis. 

“Yeah, we’re going to have to call you back.”

“Don’t hang up the phone, you little-”

“Bilbo!” Prim hissed after he cut Dis off. “They are going to think you kidnapped the king!”

Ask me for snippets from my WIP list.

[theleetoalerandalertoalee]

Ler!Alhaitham x Lee!Kaveh

Day 4 - Weak Spot

I know that the plot “weak spot” isn’t tied very well in this but I hope you all enjoy it either way ^^

“This is killing me-! How can he say no to this design?!”

Alhaitham came into his house, disappearing to his room immediately upon entry. The Acting Grand Sage wanted nothing to do with whatever it was that the architect was whining about.

“Agh…I followed everything he asked for! I can’t lower the rate or price any more! These materials- this is insane!”

Alhaitham spoke from his seat in his room, “is this level of volume necessary to complete your project?”

“Well- no- but it’s just- it’s really annoying!”

“Oh. I couldn’t tell.”

The architect scoffs, looking away, “can’t you pretend that you care for once?!”

“Fine,” Alhaitham stands up, setting down his book and walking towards the architect.

“Kaveh, I can see more of your designs than I can of the very floor in the house.”

“Well, I’m sorry that you simply don’t understand what the lifestyle of an architect consists of!”

“Does it include being on the poverty line?”

“You-! Ugh- I don’t even know why I bother with you!”

Alhaitham suddenly puts his hand on the window in the back of Kaveh’s shirt.

The architect jolts forward in his seat, caught off-guard, “ghk-! What are you doing?”

Alhaitham speaks from his stance behind Kaveh, “there’s no words that I can say that’ll get through that thick skull you have. So, I’m going to not attempt that route anymore.”

Alhaitham slides his fingers down Kaveh’s shoulder blades, focusing on the muscles right beside the architect’s spine. The Acting Grand Sage knew full well what he was doing.

Kaveh gasps, “ah-! Wh- what are you doing? Stop that-! Gah!”

Completely ignoring his words, Alhaitham continues, “you were at the tavern the other day, as always. You kept griping about how tense your shoulders have been because of stress- and, since you don’t take care of it- you’re making it my problem, so here am I fixing it.”

Alhaitham digs his thumbs into the muscle he was grazing with his fingertips just seconds beforehand.

“Alhaitham wait- don’t!”

Alhaitham ignores Kaveh, continuing with his mischievous massage with the smallest of smirks on his face. Kaveh jolts in his seat, laughter pouring out of him, like the wine that’s seemingly pouring endlessly into his glass at night.

“Hm, I’m surprised that somehow you can become louder than before I came home. I could have sworn I could hear your complaining from the House of Daena. I’ll wager the researchers at Sanctuary of Surasthana can hear you now.”

“Alhaitham-! Wh- hahahahaha! This isn’t- hahaha- helping!! Hahahaha!”

“This is your weak spot, so you might as well embrace it.”

“Wh-? How do you know- hahahahaha!”

“You can barely handle even fabric on this spot, so it’s natural to infer this.”

“Well it’s uncomfortable to wear- gah! Stop it- hahahahaha!”

“Hm, I doubt you actually want me to stop. You are free to stand up and walk away, and yet you haven’t.”

Kaveh’s face flushed. Alhaitham is right- of course he is…when is he not, at this point?

“Just shut it- hahahahahaha!”

“Now you want it to be quiet? Hm, how amusing.”

Kaveh gives up acting like he wants it to end. He needed this attention. He’s been nothing but neglected, and the only attention he got was when he was being degraded or rejected…but just this once…neither of those are the case, and it’s nice to say the least.

Alhaitham stops the massage, walking away to his room silently to continue reading his book.

Kaveh whirls around in his seat, feeling more relaxed but a bit disappointed that it was over, “umm- Alhaitham…?”

The Acting Grand Sage turns, waiting to hear what the roommate had to say.

“Thank you…”

“Sure.”

Alhaitham continued to read his book quietly. For the first night in a while, Kaveh reached for a bottle or water rather than a glass of wine. Maybe this weakness is a secret benefit after all…

[totallynotbat]

15 - Tickle fight 

Switch!Philza, Switch!Tommy 

Tommy was quiet, which was odd, but he did have a good reason, he wanted to sneak up on Philza. 

Tommy walked slowly, and quietly opened the door to the room Phil was in. He entered the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He approached Phil, who was sat on the bed, then took a few steps back before running, jumping behind Phil. 

He learned from Wilbur. 

“PHILZA!” Tommy poked the olders sides with a grin.

Phil wasn’t doing much spacing out on the bed. He was thinking about shit going on, not the time and place to say what though. He flinched and jumped with a squawk, wings high up in the air, as he looked behind to see Tommy.

“Tommy what are you-!” Phil cut himself off upon realizing he was being tickled, covering his mouth and biting his lip. 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Tommy asked, squeezing up and down Phil’s sides, one hand moving to target his ribs while the other got his sides. “Tickling you, obviously.”

Phil squirmed slightly, small muffled snorts escaped his mouth as his ribs were touched, he bit his lip, trying his best to not laugh as the sensations increased more on his very ticklish body.

“Really Phil, tickling you too pieces and you won’t laugh for me? Come on, old man!” Tommy then blew a raspberry in the crook of Phil’s neck, grinning against the skin, as they moved a hand to scribble at his belly.

And that was the breaking point.

Phil squeaked and hunched forward, snickering and squirming. He wasn’t going to laugh, not gonna laugh, not gonna laugh not gonna laugh-

OH WAIT FUCK.

“PFFFT-HAHAHAHAHA! Hahahaha! Ahahaha! Nohoho-! Hahahaha!” Phil broke into loud wheezy happy giggles, squirming and laughing as his stomach was touched, squeaking once near his navel, wings twitching once his fingers was near it, his mouth was surprisingly still covered. 

“There it is!” Tommy grinned, moving their positions and having Phil lay on his back, so he could pin the older down to have more access. Tommy lifted Phil’s shirt and blew a raspberry on his stomach, picking his head back up to see Philza’s reaction. 

Phil squirmed and kicked attempting to escape from being pinned, wings flapping uselessly on the bedsheets, which some blankets flew off onto the ground below.

“AHAHAHAHA! NO! NO! NAHAHAT RASSBERRIES HAHAHAHAHA!”  Phil cackled as he squirmed left and right, he arched his back up, kicking his legs out. He was slightly enjoying himself, he’s never been tickled this much, except once in his childhood.

Tommy blew a quicker, smaller raspberry just above Phil’s navel, gently squeezing his sides to let him know that he’d be done soon. The younger knew he hadn’t been tickled this much before: didn’t want to overwhelm him. “Why not? Does it tickle?”

Phil really wanted them to continue, he just couldn’t say it out loud. “Hehehe! Nohoho!” Phil giggled, his ears twitched and flapped, trying to say to Tommy to keep going. He can take it, he likes this.

“No? No? Then why are you laughing?” The younger reached behind him and quickly squeezed Phil’s thighs and knees before returning to targetting his sides.

Phil squealed, kicking his legs out, as he squirmed and cackled. He removed his hands from his mouth as he laughed. “ITIT TICKLES!” 

“Yes, Phil, it is supposed to tickle. I’m tickling you.” The teen chuckled to himself, bringing his hands to vibrate his fingers into Phil’s underarms. 

“Eep! Hahahaha!” Phil brought his arms down on top of Tommy’s hands, giggles slipping from his mouth as he attempted to catch his breath.

“You trapped my hands,” Tommy very obviously was lying, he could easily take his hands away. “You need to lift up your arms.”

Phil just couldn’t help himself but to laugh, it really tickles! Tommy speeding up the process made Phil giggle and keep his arms down. 

“Philll~” Tommy teased, scratching at his hollows. 

Phil giggled as his wing ears flapped and fluttered in anticipation, he slowly raised his arms up, flustered and red in the face, giggling quietly, he couldn’t help it, he liked it, and it tickled so much! 

Tommy blinked, bit suprised Phil would be that quick, the younger wouldn’t be anyway.

Tommy removed his hands and then unpinned Phil, sitting next to the older with a wide grin. “Sneak attack, bitch.” 

“Hehehehehe…whew…” Phil rolled onto his side, ears still flapping, as he hid his entire body with his wings, giggling quietly. 

Tommy tilted his head. “You alright?” He now had a small smile on his face, running a hand through Phil’s hair.

Phil’s ears twitched from Tommy’s fingers near the tips of his feathered flapping areas on both sides of his head. 

“Hehehe…! Not…used to being tickled like that…!” Phil tries containing his laughter from the tingling still on his body, he giggled still trying to catch his breath, his wing ears twitching still.

“My bad. We both know you loved it though,” Tommy teased lightheartedly, bringing his hand away and laying back on the bed.

Phil giggling slowed down as he laid on the bed, curling up slightly, he smirked, moving his hand under Tommy shirt and lightly as possible wiggling his fingers on Tommy’s belly. “Revenge little gigglebird~”

Tommy gasped, immediately turning away and covering his mouth to muffle his giggles. “No- nononoho! G- Go away!” His voice was muffled behind his hands.

Phil pulled Tommy close, scribbling up and down his sides and wiggling his fingers between his ribs, making sure the younger cracked. “Nope! Revenge gigglebird!” 

Tommy tried to hold out. He really did. And he failed.

“Nohohoho! Ihihi dihiHIDN’T DOHO ANYTHIHihing!” He tried to squirm away, but were quickly weakened from laughing and from the tickles. 

Phil cooed. “Dawww! There we go!” He squeezed his stomach, scribbling against his back ribs. “This is revenge for earlier! We will make it even later!”

“PIHIHISS OHOFFF!” Tommy curled in on himself as best he could, weakly pushing at Phil’s hands. His face was bright red, which made him thankful to be facing away from Phil.

Phil giggles, squeezing their hips, giggling to themselves. He couldn’t help it it was too cute.

Tommy shrieked, bucking his hips up and kicking out his legs. He made sure not to hit Phil, thankfully. “I DID NOHOHOTHING TO YOHOU!”

Phil smirked, giggling and blowing a raspberry on his stomach and hips, lightly nibbling on his sides.

“PFHAHAHA- NOHOHO! NAHAHAT THAHAT PLEHEHEASE!” Tommy weakly tried to push Phil’s head away with one hand, the other in a fist and punching the matress they lay on. It was almost unbearable.. almost.

“Ack-!” Phil was, well, let himself, be pushed onto his back by Tommy, he stopped completely, laying on the bed on his back, Tommy lunging for the other, Phil following behind. 

The two were playfully wrestling and laughing together, it ended with Tommy having the upper hand on Phil, the two of them out of breath.

Tommy went limp for a few miniutes while taking in big gulps of air, his chest rising up and down with every breath.

“You little shihit,” Tommy muttered before springing up again and scribbling all over Phil’s stomach. “Fight me, bitch!” 

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Phil broke into cackles which sounded like his normal laugh, just more wheezy, Phil immediately went limp once his stomach was tickled, squirming left and right to try and get Tommy off.

“Deserved!” Tommy exclaimed, vibrating his fingers against the gaps betwen Phil’s ribs with one hand, using the other to pinch at his hips.

Phil squirmed more. “TOMMY! NAHAHAT THAT-!” He was cut off by multiple flustered snorts escaping his mouth. “HAHAHA! NOHOHO!”

“Yes this! You deserve this!” Tommy exclaimed, speeding up the tickles.

Phil cackled loudly and squealed. “HAHAHAHA! WHAHAHAT DID I DO?!” 

“You know what you did! You were very mean to me!” Tommy whined playfully, poking Phil’s stomach a few times before going back to his ribs, pinching up and down and vibrating his fingers against the bones.

“AH! HAHA! NOHOHO I WAS NOT-! HAHAHAHA!” Phil squirmed and tried covering his ribs with his hands, before he eventually wrapped his wings around his body, attempting to hide his flustered self.

“Wha- Yes you were, you prick!” Tommy flinched back a little when Phil covered himself with his wings. Now he couldn’t do anything.

“Move your damn wings-“ Tommy reached to try and gently get them out of the way, but he was afraid of harming the older and retracted his hand, instead just sitting with their hands in their lap, thinking. Phil wrapped himself more into the blanket- well his wings, should he even call them a blanket?

Tommy poked Phil’s wings noticing how the older flinched, he blinked then smiled. “Christ, man, are you juspt a walking tickle spot?” He questioned before running his fingers through the feathers of the older’s wings, his smile widening as the feeling of the feathers tickled his own hands, and the fact Phil lowered his wings, finally.

“Hehehehehehe! Hahahaha! Hahahaha!” Phil attempted to hide his flustered self into his hands, giggling and laughing wildly.

“No, none of that. You’ve already hidden yourself with your wings,” Tommy quickly and gently grabbed Phil’s hands, pulling them away and above the man’s head with one of his hands, the other still at Phil’s wings. “You’re not hiding with your hands, too.”

“You’re very flustered,” Tommy observed, “it’s adorable.” He lightly scribbled on Phil’s neck, switching to tracing his ear, and back and forth so Phil wouldn’t get used to it.

Phil giggled at the tickling on his neck and ears, his laughter was sweet, he giggles like a little kid, his blush getting darker, as he attempted to free his hands from Tommy. “Hehehehehehe! Hehehehe! Mahahate! Hahahaha-That tickles!” 

Tommy tilted his head. “No, really? It does? I didn’t think me tickling you would tickle. Does this tickle as well? Come on man, you gotta tell me.” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he snuck a hand past Phil’s wings to squeeze up and down his sides. “It’s so obvious you like this, you let up so easily. Cute.”

“Hehehehehehe! Hehehehe!” Phil giggled, squirming slightly, small chirps peppering through his snorts and laughter.

“Phil, you gotta answer me. You’re adorable giggles aren’t enough to tell me what does and doesn’t tickle, for all I know you could be laughing at me! Are you making fun of me, old man?” Tommy tried to force his smile down, but it was near impossible. He giggled quietly, Phil’s laughter being contagious and that he  found the man’s situation a little funny. “Are you? Are you?” With every ‘are you,’ Tommy poked Phil’s stomach. “Hm? Are you?”

“EEP! Hehehehe!” Phil giggled, his flustered blush getting more and more red. He couldn’t help but to laugh, it tickled for him! 

“Phiilll~ You’re not answering me, guess I’ll just have to do this..” Tommy spoke with a teasing tone, very quickly and carefully moving Phil’s wings out of the way, so he could lift the older’s shirt and blow a raspberry right on the center of his stomach. 

Phil screamed, squealing loudly. “HAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT-HAHAHAHAHA!” Phil flopped onto his back, cackling loudly, he couldn’t even respond because of his loud happy laughter.

“What was that? Did you say something? I can’t hear you through all this laughter. This is very serious Phil, that you would make fun of me, and you’re still laughing!” Tommy grinned— he knew exactly what he was doing, he looked at Phil before lowering his head again to blow another raspberry.

“HAHAHAHA! NOHOHO NAHAHAT ANOTHER-HAHAHA!” Phil cackled and flapped his wings, tears of laughter were beginning to form at the corner of his eyes. 

“Yes another!” Tommy exclaimed, blowing another small raspberry directly on Phil’s navel. 

“Hahahaha! HAHAHAHA NOHOHAHAHAHA!” Phil squealed, eventually the tears fell, and stroked his face as he laughed, grabbing onto Tommy’s wrists. “OKAY OKAY IM SORRY-PLEASE! MERCY!”

Once Tommy stopped, Phil still had tears still streaking his face, he was still blushing, flustered, as a few small chirps escaped his mouth, he practically became a giggly pile of goo, as he laid there almost lifeless.

“You okay? You alive?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah…” Phil giggled. 

[radawaycunt]

gahhhh Duncan is just so sweet, that menacing window dressing is fooling nobody! He is a teddy bear inside and i stand by that lmao!! That little blurb was so cute, i wonder how would they react once they wake up and find themselves intertwined with each other? So warm, so cozy with his giant arm wrapped around her waist 🫠☺️

Oh he issssss but he has to open up first!! And trust me, all hell would break loose hahahahaha

———-

As you first regained consciousness, you luxuriated in the warmth enveloping you. You burrowed deeper into it, feeling chest hair against your cheek.

It didn’t register in your mind for a second…. But then it clicked, and your eyes snapped open. They flicked around as you fully assessed your situation — Duncan’s arms were around you, one of your legs slotted between his.

When had he taken his shirt off? You couldn’t recall, but you had to admit — deep within yourself — that you couldn’t necessarily complain about it.

Regardless, outrage still bubbled up inside you, both at this sudden feeling and at his audacity.

He was still asleep, but he grumbled as soon as you tried to push away from him. He furrowed his brows in annoyance.

“Let go of me, you beast!” You snarled, but his grip around you only tightened.

“Stop that,” he mumbled firmly, still not opening his eyes. “I’m trying to sleep.”

Vindictive, you bit his bicep, fully waking him. He pulled back quickly, frowning at the teeth marks you’d left behind, lightly glistening with saliva.

“What the fuck did you do that for?” He snapped.

“I told you not to touch me!”

He narrowed his eyes. “Oh, this is the thanks I get for saving you from hypothermia?”

You kicked the covers off of yourself and stood up, immediately feeling how cold the room still was. You crossed your arms over your chest to hide your hardened nipples.

“W-whatever, old man. Your ass would’ve frozen too if it wasn’t for me,” you huffed, stomping to the bathroom. “I need to wash your stench off me now, ugh!”

Despite his irritation, Duncan couldn’t help but smirk. After all, he enjoyed getting under your skin just as much as you liked getting under his.

———

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching My Bloody Valentine

Welcome to “‘Now I need White Castle’: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s5e14: My Bloody Valentine.

A couple at the end of a date have a sweet kiss goodnight that turns into them… eating each other? A man keeps eating Twinkies until his stomach literally explodes? Cas can’t stop himself from eating burger after burger? Dean doesn’t want to go cruise on Valentine’s evening? What gives? After a detour into suspicion of a Cupid, the boys learn that Famine is in town, and rather than bringing starvation, he’s amplifying everyone’s desires and turning them insatiable. Everyone but Dean. Sam, meanwhile, is desperate for demon blood. Dean locks Sam up to keep him safe from his own desires and works with Cas to figure out that Famine is harvesting and consuming human souls. They track Famine, intent on stealing his ring to stop him, as worked with War. Famine claims that Dean isn’t affected by his power because he’s got nothing inside. Meanwhile, Sam has escaped and had himself a demon-blood snack. He is able to vanquish Famine but at the cost of being lost to the demon blood once more. Dean and Cas lock him in the panic room at Bobby’s to detox again, and Dean, after listening to his brother crying and begging to be let out, wanders outside, where he tearfully prays to God for help.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

 [and we begin:]

Mace:

“I don’t want to be alone on V-day” is not a great reason for a second date, dude

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

okay, ew

Lor:

yeeeeeeah

Lor:

I'm behind the couch. I'm not scared or anything but EW

Mace:

yeah gross and i don’t need the sounds

Lor:

bllllleeeeeee the squishy sounds

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

I'm only mostly dead!

Mace:

omg Sammy’s face

Lor:

YES

Mace:

SNORK

Lor:

oh she didn't drink or swear so she was a nice girl.

Mace:

barf

Lor:

Ew, 2009

Mace:

HAHAHA

Mace:

Sammy in a suit bringing me takeout burgers YAS

Lor:

OMG DEAN lookit you sitting there with your sleeves rolled up

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

YES

Lor:

it's nice that we don't have to fight over them

Lor:

"where am i going?"

Mace:

it really is

Mace:

jesus, sammy’s arms in that shirt

Lor:

awww he doesn't want to go out on Valentine's Day to try to pull. I WONDER WHO HE MIGHT HAVE MET THAT CHANGED HIS MIND

HAHAHAHA

Mace:

i…don’t really blame her for shooting him for that

Lor:

RIGHT?

Lor:

haaaaahahahahaha the leg falling off the chair

Mace:

YES

Mace:

DEAN WINCHESTER

Lor:

HAAAAAHAHAHAHHA HIS FACE when he does it

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"angel scratches" pets him

Lor:

OMG THE PHONE CALL

Mace:

OHMYGOD CAS

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"i'm going to hang up now" I CANNOT

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

"they're not incontinent"

Mace:

SNORK

Lor:

"course we do"

Lor:

Dean. control your face, hon

Mace:

HAHAHA

Mace:

OPE, DEAN’S NOT HUNGRY

Mace:

he must be troubled about something

yep. sommat's wrong

Mace:

“no one likes it"

Lor:

"are we in a fight?"

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

hahahahaha YES

Lor:

"popping people with your poison arrow"

Lor:

he's so deliciously wordy

Mace:

he really is

Lor:

the thumbs up and their faces

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

"what does heaven care if Harry meets Sally?" Heaven would rather they hadn't, I'm pretty sure

Mace:

SNORK

Mace:

“I punched a dick"

Mace:

HAHAHAHAHA OMG

Lor:

oh Dean, baby, don't punch angels, it hurts

Lor:

"OR NOT"

Mace:

YES

Lor:

Samuel, your sideburns. I am begging you

Mace:

HAHAHA RIGHT?!

Lor:

"I'd say it was a very peculiar thing to do" well done, dude

Mace:

I like him

Lor:

yeah, I do, too, honestly

Lor:

he seems like he's seen things but is still mostly okay

Mace:

YES

Mace:

Sam, why did you follow him into an alley, hon?

Lor:

Winchester stupid

Mace:

Not alone at least

Mace:

HAHAHA YEP

Mace:

“what’s the worst that could happen?” oh Dean

Lor:

he should know better by now

Mace:

YEP

Mace:

THE EXACTLY MEME

Lor:

"and when did you start eating?"

Lor:

YAAAAAS

Lor:

omg Cas's eyes when he nodded

Mace:

YES

Mace:

omg now i need white castle

Lor:

I've never had it

Lor:

BUT I AM WILLING TO TRY IT

Mace:

omg they’re so good

Mace:

ew

Lor:

seriously

Mace:

“what are you, the hamburgler?"

Lor:

YES

Lor:

I love that they bother with the reference in a line that's off screen

Mace:

YES

Lor:

oh Sammy. Oh Dean. their faces

Mace:

right?!

Lor:

"be careful. and HURRY" oooof

Mace:

they couldn’t find a more comfortable place to lock him up?

Mace:

oh no, not him

Lor:

no no that wouldn't be nearly pathetic enough

Lor:

poor Dr Coreman!

Mace:

snork

Lor:

shouldn't his soul be in heaven?

Lor:

why is it in his DEAD BODY

Lor:

figure out your metaphysics, show!

Mace:

SNORK

Lor:

okay, seriously, I really want a hamburger now

Lor:

"it's in the low hundreds"

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

"where's your hunger, Dean" he's sublimated it into you, Cas

Mace:

“god no, I’m just well fed”

Lor:

YES

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

(I actually can never figure out a good solid reason that makes big picture sense why Dean isn't affected. it FEELS right, but I don't get it)

Mace:

(maybe because he feels so strongly that he doesn’t deserve it?)

Mace:

(i dunno)

Mace:

(or that what he wants is in that car with him right now and he’s in too much denial about it)

Lor:

(mmm maybe? maybe there is something to the well fed thing? like, he doesn't attach any strong desire to food and sex and drink. he just gets them when he wants them and he definitely enjoys them, but they aren't really what he DESIRES. and he doesn't let himself desire what he really wants)

Lor:

(LOL I think you said the same thing I did MUCH more succinctly)

Mace:

(HAHAHAHAHA)

Lor:

oh ew

yeah

Lor:

I hate raw ground beef. bleck

Mace:

yeah, ick

Lor:

"making people cuckoo for cocoa puffs" haahahaha

Mace:

snork

Lor:

"I like to think it's because of the strength of my character"

Mace:

pets him

Lor:

YES

Lor:

"that's one deep dark nothing you've got there" see, I don't buy it

Lor:

there has never been a character with more IN him than Dean

Mace:

yeah, but he’s convinced himself otherwise, and maybe Famine is just playing with those thoughts instead of telling any truths

Lor:

ooo yeah that could be. and I do buy Dean might be depressed at this moment. which would track with what he said

Mace:

oooh smarty Sammy

Lor:

YES

Mace:

but, buddy, wash your face

Lor:

for real

Lor:

oh Dean

Mace:

Oh Sammy

Lor:

poor boys wraps them all in blankets

Mace:

YES

Mace:

oh TEARS

Mace:

poor boy

Lor:

YAAAAS

Lor:

gaaaaaaah I CANNOT

Lor:

how many times do we see him tearfully asking his dad or god for help and getting silence as an answer?

A LOT

Lor:

a feel like there's a Fuck 327 essay I could unpack in there, too, but I'm having a pleasant afternoon and I don't want to get all wrathy

Mace:

The good part is one of the most believable things in the whole show #athiestreading

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

HA! yep (although I find it particularly galling to watch that scene having seen the whole show knowing God IS in fact there and is just not arsed/has his own reasons not to help. JUST LIKE JOHN in season one

YEP

[ablatheringblatherskite]

So I just found an old Divine Comedy sketch with most of the OG Studio C cast playing the characters and I feel obligated to share it

Yes. And this is SUCH classic Studio C humor and I LOVE IT. Even if I haven't seen Twilight LOL, although I definitely know enough to get the jokes qjdjjwjwjd

My personal fav parts:

Stacey opening with the explanation that this is an "edited" version of Twilight to "protect your eyes and ears" or something like that from things like vampire gore, disturbing images, and excessive male native American toplessness HAHAHAHAHA

Matt playing Jacob, Stephen playing Edward and Mal playing Bella

The majority of Matt's parts having him take off his shirt

and Stacey immediately censoring his bare chest

and Matt carrying multiple shirts in his pockets HAHAHAHA

also Stephen also taking off his shirt at least twice in an attempt to establish dominance over Matt

and also being censored

oh yeah and Stephen accidentally unplugging his mic after taking off his shirt HAHHAHA (and the fact u can hear them fixing it while the next scene happens LOL)

Matt taking off his shirt and throwing it at a man in the crowd, him realizing the man doesn't want it while James WINKS AT THE MAN. And Whitney saying "I'll take it" really flirtatiously HAHAHAHA, while Matt just says, "shouldn't have thrown it to a man" LOL

Mal having a bald cap and a unibrow and the strangest pregnant belly I have ever seen

Matt to Mal: You don't deserve this *puts shirt back on* HAHAHAHAH

The bald cap falling off when she falls and Stephen's eyes widening in panic and Matt hurrying to put it back on her and Mallory masking her laughing by saying "I'm not CRYING I'm LAUGHING"

Jason basically calling Matt hot while voicing the baby in the stomach

Stephen being the only one who can hear said baby HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

and this entire exchange:

Stephen: Stay away from my freaky baby, Jacob!

Jason SINGING about Matt: tAke mY BreAth aWAaaAaAAAaYy

Stephen: SHUT UP BABY

Matt: *trying not to break character*

James forgetting his medical lines and just simply announcing I'M A DOCTOR

Matt screaming "BELLA FOCUS ON MY ABS"

JASON AT THE END AS THE BABY WITH THESE RIDICULOUS EYES AND HIM JUST REACHING OUT TOWARDS MATT WITH A LOVESICK EXPRESSION. AND STEPHEN ACTING ANNOYED AND PUTTING HIS ARMS DOWN. AND THE SKETCH ENDING WITH MATT SAYING TO MAL "I'm in love with your baby" HWJDJWJDJWJDJS

Random out of context screenshots cause I can:

AND LASTLY, the scene I screen recorded because I might as well before I delete it from my phone LOL

ANYWAY THAT'S ALL HAHAHAHA YOU CAN TELL I CLEARLY ENJOYED THIS SKETCH VERY MUCH

[inkymers007]

𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝓓𝓸 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓮?

𝐹𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂: 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒲𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: 𝐻𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 𝒩/𝒜 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 5,088 𝒜/𝒩: 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒸 𝓍 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝒾𝒸 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼'𝓂 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒶 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹. ;-;

✮*•̩̩͙✧•̩̩͙*˚✧*˚*✧˚*•̩̩͙✧•̩̩͙*˚✮

There was nothing. Nothing but an endless sea of black. There wasn’t even any sign of life. All except a dark skinned boy with long hair tied into a ponytail. He had been wandering aimlessly in this plane. The only thing accompanying him were the clothes on his back and the echo of his footsteps. He squeezed his arm a bit tighter as he looked around for any sign of life, or plant, or something other than the endless darkness. Although at the same time he didn’t want to know what kind of horrors lived in this world. His golden eyes were darting left to right, but they had the same result. Darkness. 

The wanderer had continued to march through the void for what felt like an eternity. He was starting to lose hope that there wasn’t any way to escape this place. That was until he finally saw someone. The person was a boy around his age. His sudden appearance had caught the wanderer off guard since the boy had only been a few feet in front of him. He was looking at the wanderer through his silver glasses.

The silvered haired boy was wearing something similar to the wanderer. He had a black jacket with gold trimmings and midnight gloves concealing his peach colored hands. He had a black and white striped tie above his cotton shirt. Lastly he wore some black pants and chestnut shoes.

“Azul?” the wanderer asked, hope laced in his voice. “Oh thank god someone is here. I’ve been here for who knows how long and no one's here. I was starting to think I was the only one. Are you ok?”

“Since when did you care, Valerio?” Azul said ignoring him. Even with his voice being monotone Valerio could still hear the bitterness in this voice.

“W-what?” Valerio asked, out of pure confusion. 

“Since when did you care about me?”

“I-I’ve always cared about you, Querido.”

“Really?” Azul asked. Just then an inky like substance began to pour on Azul. Valerio had taken a step back out of fear. He was going to try and stop the substance from pouring on Azul, but when he looked up there was nothing. No bucket, no entry way, there wasn’t even a person that was pouring the sludge on Azul. It had seemed that it had just appeared out of thin air. Valerio was going to push Azul out, but he  saw that Azul had changed. His legs were replaced with eight black and purple tentacles. Blueish purple seashells decorated his waist and obsidian seaweed like structures sat on his shoulders. A gold seashell necklace around his neck and he had a thorn black crown on his head. The silver glasses were long gone, his peach colored face was replaced with an ashy blue, and his once calm gray blue eyes were replaced with crazed light blue ones.

“If you really cared about me, then why did you do this to me?” Azul asked. The monotone voice he had previously was replaced with a more crazed one. However the bitterness had remained, in fact there was even more bitterness than before.

“I-I didn’t mean to!” Valerio defended, his voice cracking. “I-I just destroyed them to return the favor! I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

“LIES!” Azul yelled. His voice echoed through the void as he stepped closer to Valerio. With each step he made towards Valerio, Valerio had stepped back.  “You never cared for me! The only reason you hung around me was for your own amusement!”

“That's not true!” Valerio yelled back. He could feel tears start to well up in his eyes. “I-I wanted to be closer to you.”

“HAHAHAHAHA! GET CLOSER TO ME?!? Oh, you got closer to me, alright. Just so you could stab me in the back!”

“I didn’t think it would hurt you like this! I was just repaying a debt, I swear! If I knew what kind of damage it would do to you I wouldn’t have done it…”

“Excuses… excuses… When will you finally say that you wanted to string me along? So you could hurt me in the worst way possible. I shouldn’t have trusted you from the start.”

“But I never meant to hurt you like this! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”

“If you're really sorry…” Azul said. A black trident had appeared in Azul’s hand. He then aimed it at Valerio. “Then why don’t you do me a favor and die!”

When the trident had pierced Valerio’s heart he shot up and gasped for air. Valerio gripped his chest, he could feel his heart pounding. Almost like it had wanted to escape the situation itself and leave his body to rot. He took deep breaths out of desperation making his breath uneven. When he finally caught his breath he took a look at his surroundings.

The sunlight had poured in from his small window shining on the white walls in the room. The mahogany closet was standing tall at the foot of his bed and a desk made out the same wood was to his right. The desk had all sorts of colored books scattered on top of it. Some of them were open and displayed various notes written in pencil and pen, while others were closed and displayed the cover for anyone to see. There had been a black cushion at the bottom of the desk as well as a black punching bag off to the corner of the room. Near it were red boxing gloves hanging from a midnight rack.

Valerio had sighed in relief at his current surroundings. He thanked The Great Seven that the past events weren’t real and were something of his imagination. However the voice in his dream still rang in his head. 

"The only reason you hung around me was for your own amusement!”

The redhead shook out the voice in his head as soon as it came. It didn’t matter what that dream said. It was a dream, a figment of his imagination. Nothing more and nothing less. And yet… These dreams kept happening. Ever since the day Azul had overblotted these dreams have appeared almost every night. And like every night this happened he would do something else to take his mind off of it. Today would be no different. Valerio begrudgingly got up from his bed. The comfort of his blankets leaving as he got up. The ruby haired boy stretched, he could feel beads of sweat dripping down his back. 

“Maybe I should take a shower first,”  Valerio thought as he changed from his sweaty clothes. “The last thing I want is Vil chastising me, especially this early.”

Hallway

It was only after the second period and Valeiro had felt like he was going to fall asleep at any minute. It didn’t help that his last class was with Professor Trien. As much as he liked the guy, Trien had the most monotone voice imaginable. Valerio had lost count of how many times he nearly fell asleep in that class alone. Not that Trien noticed thankfully. The good news was that after the second period was Valerio’s free period. Meaning that he could catch up on some much needed sleep. So he made his way to one of his favorite napping spots, the woods behind the school.

Since it was in between classes, a steady stream of students were in the bright hallway. Some were walking to their next class, while others were stopping to catch up with friends. There was a slight echo when the students talked, creating an ambulance of noise throughout the stoned hall. Occasionally a choir of laughs could be heard in a group as they talked amongst themselves. Yet despite the noise Valerio had blocked it all out and mindlessly traversed to his destination. With his back slouched and dark circles under his eyes, the red haired boy let out a yawn before turning a corner. 

“COCONUT CRAB!!!” a voice yelled with glee. The voice easily pierced through the ambiance of the conversing students. Before Valerio had any time to turn around to see who the culprit was he felt arms around his waist. He didn’t have any time to say anything before he was pulled up from the ground into a death gripping hug. If this person squeezed the boy any harder his ribs would shatter into a million pieces. Due to the fact that the redhead lost his breath, he didn't even notice that he was spinning around like a top. Valerio didn’t even need to see this person to know who it was.

“Hi… Floyd,” Valerio said when he finally got some air back. “Nice… to see you.”

When the boy was released from the chokehold he turned around to see that, sure enough, it was none other than Floyd Leech. He was wearing the same uniform as Azul, except he had a pale blue vest that was on top of his unbuttoned shirt. Floyd had short teal hair with a long black strand on his left side. The strand was covering his teal earring. Considering the fact that Floyd was a six foot giant he was looking down on the red head. His heterochromic eyes were filled with shock when he was face to face with Valerio.

“Geez you look like a zombie shark,” Floyd remarked.  “If Betta Chan saw you he’d flip!”

“Nice to see you too, compa,” Valerio responded tiredly. “Is there something you wanted?”

“Yeah! Do you have the answers for the homework?” Floyd asked.

“What homework?” Valerio asked, puzzled. A slight spike of fear flared in his heart.

“The one for history, you said that you’d give them to me after second period,” Floyd reminded. 

It had taken the boy a good minute before the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Valerio had gotten a text from Floyd before he went to bed. Saying that he needed answers because he didn’t feel like doing homework. Which was a common occurrence due to his mood swings. Floyd would always pay back with free meals at the Mostro Lounge. Which was an offer that Valerio couldn’t say no to even if he tried.

“Oh right, let me get that for you,” Valerio said rummaging through his bag. It took him a minute, but he had finally found a sheet of lined paper. He then gave it to Floyd.

“You can keep it since it’s just a copy,” Valerio said with a yawn. He then turned around to continue his trek to his napping spot. “I’ll be in the woods if you need me.”

“Thanks Coconut!” Floyd said with a grin. “Make sure you get some sleep, or else you’re gonna be Zombie Shark from now on!”

“Yeah yeah,” Valerio said tiredly. 

With the sheet of paper in hand Floyd folded it and put it in his  pocket. He happily turned around and walked in the opposite direction of Valerio. Floyd made his way through the crowds of students without a care in the world. That is until Azul had appeared in front of him. If looks could kill, Floyd would be dead in an instance. 

“Floyd! You need to stop running off like that,” Azul said firmly. “What were you even running towards?”

“Oh, I saw Coconut Crab and I needed to talk to him,” Floyd responded cheerfully. “You should go talk to him too.”

“Why?” Azul asked flatly. Clearly in no mood to play any of Floyd’s games.

“Because he’s your boyfriend!~” Floyd teased. “That and he looked awful.”

“First of all, he’s not my boyfriend,” Azul sighed. “Second of all, I could care less about Valerio.”

“Sure you could.~”

“Anyways that doesn’t excuse you for running off like that. Next time, warn me before you do that.”

“You’re not my mom!” 

“I am your dorm leader though.”

“Fine… I’ll warn you next time.”

“Good. Now let’s head back to Octavinelle.”

“No.”

“Wha- What do you mean no?”

“Well, since Valerio is taking a nap outside I thought I’d do the same.”

“Wait… Valerio’s taking a nap? Outside? Right now?”

“Yeah, why?”

“IS HE INSANE!?! Doesn’t he know how cold it is outside?!? He’ll freeze to death in this weather!!”

“It’s not that cold to me.”

“We're resistant to it! Of course it’s not going to bother us!  I can’t believe he would do such a thing! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You said you didn’t care!”

“W-well… That’s… because you didn’t give me more information.”

“I thought you didn’t need the information because you said you didn’t care!”

With that Azul let out a grunt of frustration. The silvered hair boy then turned away from Floyd and walked in the direction that Valerio went. 

“Where are you going?” Floyd asked. 

“What do you think?” Azul asked angrily. “I’m going to find Valerio, so that way he doesn’t wake up as an ice sculpture.”

Before Floyd could respond to Azul, he was already out of earshot. The dorm leader had disappeared in the crowd of students walking to their class. Leaving Floyd alone with the exception of the students walking past him. 

“I’m going to find Valerio,” Floyd muttered, slightly making his voice a bit higher to mimic Azul. “That way he doesn’t turn into an ice sculpture. Mi mi mi mi mi.”

Woods Behind Campus

Valerio was rubbing his arms to get himself warmed up. It wasn't much, but any amount of warmth was welcomed in this weather. With each breath he took he could see it escape to the clouds. As much as he wanted to use his magic to keep himself warm he couldn’t. The last time he tried to cast magic in this state,  he had nearly set a whole dorm on fire. And as much as he craved some warmth he didn’t want to be a pile of ashes. So, unfortunately he had to bare with the cold. On the bright side there wasn’t anyone for miles upon miles. The trees were the only thing keeping the redhead company.

The trees weren’t moving due to the lack of wind. Making the beautiful multi-colored leaves  sit peacefully on the branches. However, most of them were starting to turn a brown color. There were other leaves with a much darker brown on the forest floor. Covering some portions of the green grass. Every time Valerio stepped on the leaves it would make a satisfying crunch. Which Valerio could hear perfectly due to the lack of people. 

The red headed boy had scanned each tree for a potential napping spot. Each tree not exactly meeting his qualifications due to the leaves. He could move them, but he couldn't be bothered to move the countless leaves. Besides, why bother moving leaves when there's possibly a tree that doesn't have as many? As Valerio trekked tiredly, inklings of the nightmare came into his head.

"You never cared for me! The only reason you hung around me was for your own amusement!”

Valerio shook his head to get rid of the nasty voice, but it kept persisting. 

“If you really cared about me, then why did you do this to me?”

"GET CLOSER TO ME?!? Oh, you got closer to me, alright. Just so you could stab me in the back!”

The redhead had stopped in his tracks and began to shiver. However it wasn't just the cold that caused it. The onslaught of voices kept coming one right after the other. Some of them were from the dream, some were from previous nightmares, and others he'd never heard before. 

"I shouldn’t have trusted you from the start.”

"Do you think I would like you? After what you did?"

"I've never even liked you to begin with. You're always annoying me 24/7!"

" Since when did you care about me?”

"I'll use you just like you used me. Then I'll hurt you even more."

"I wish that I had never met you!"

"Trusting you was the biggest mistake of my life."

"I hate you! I've hated you from the beginning! Yet you still stick around me like a pathetic leech!"

"If you're really sorry, then do me a favor and-"

"VALERIO!"

The voice had pierced through Valerio's thoughts like a knife. A feeling of fear came up from him. Since he knew that voice. Valerio knew it better than anyone. When he turned around the fear had spiked as he was face to face with Azul. Who was shocked to see him, despite being the one to approach Valerio.

“Great Seven, Floyd was right. You do look awful,” Azul muttered. “But that’s besides the point. What are you thinking? Sleeping outside in this weather."

"Oh uh…." Valerio said. He wasn't expecting Azul to seem so concerned.  “I… I was just about to use my magic to warm myself up.”

“You can’t be serious,” Azul said in disbelief. “You look like you’re gonna pass out any second!”

“W-well…” Valerio started.

“Honestly you should be taking better care of yourself, Treasure,” Azul softly said. His voice was laced with sympathy. “Can’t you sleep in your dorm?”

“No… A lot of the students make too much noise. That and there’s no telling what kind of trouble Kalim can get into.”

 “Then how about the Botanical Garden?”

“Ha! Not a chance. Unless you want me to turn into sand.”

“Hmmm…”

“You really don’t have to worry about me, Querido. I’ll be fi-”

“How about you sleep in Octavinelle?”

“WHAT!?!?” Valerio yelled. Now he was fully awake, even if it was for a brief moment. His jaw was on the floor as he stared at Azul.

“I can have you sleep in the VIP room,” Azul explained. “I’ll tell the dorm members not to disturb me, so that way there'll be no interruptions. Now come on, let’s get you out of this cold.”

Just then Azul had turned around and had started to walk towards his dorm. Valerio didn’t follow him. His feet were frozen to the ground and he could feel his legs shake. 

“Oh perfect. Now I can get my revenge.”

“No!” Valerio yelled. This caught Azul’s attention as he turned around to see that Valerio hadn’t moved. 

“Valerio are you-” Before he could finish his sentence, Azul was met with golden daggers directly at him. 

“What’s your angle?!” Valerio yelled. “You never do anything like this unless there’s something in it for you! So, what is it?!”

Now it was Azul’s turn to be shocked. He wasn’t expecting to be glared at, nor Valerio’s sudden outburst.

“I… I just wanted to help you,” Azul said in disbelief. “I’m doing this because I care about you.”

“SINCE WHEN DID YOU CARE ABOUT ME, AZUL?!?” Valerio screamed. 

Valerio’s voice echoed throughout the woods. This was a whole new territory for Azul. Valerio had always been carefree and calm. Even when he and Azul had their little fights, he had always been level headed and witty. Irritated sure, but never down right angry. And even the rare times he was angry he would always be cold. Nothing like this. It was frightening, especially since Azul was on the receiving end of it. Azul was trying to think of a response, to hopefully calm him down. However he was coming at a blank since he was pretty sure it would only escalate the situation. Before he could even say anything Valerio had let out a tired sigh.

“I… god… I’m…I’m so sorry for yelling at you,” Valerio apologized. “It’s just…I’m just…”

“Tired?” Azul finished. He didn’t realize that there was a cold grip around his throat until he spoke. 

“Yeah…” Valerio said in defeat. His eyes were now looking at the ground in shame.

“It’s alright Treasure,” Azul said softly. He then approached Valerio and put his gloved hand on his shoulder. “I know you didn’t mean it. You’re running low on sleep and fatigue gets the better of us. I won’t force you to come to Octvinelle, nor will I force you to talk about your problems. But please, don’t continue to hurt yourself like this.”

Valerio couldn’t look at Azul. Not after what he did. Azul had just wanted to help, but Valerio had lashed out. The fact that Azul didn’t abandon him right then and there was a miracle. He didn’t deserve this kindness. He could feel tears well up in his eyes and subconsciously he leaned into Azul’s chest. This caused Azul to jump at the sudden contact. He was about to say something, until he heard some snuffles coming from Valerio.

“I’m sorry…” Valerio cried softly. His voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

It had taken Azul a moment before he comforted Valerio. Due to both shock and awkwardness. However he eventually put his arms around the redhead and gently rubbed his back as he cried. In any other moment Valerio would be embarrassed or probably play it off, but with his tiredness he couldn’t care less. He had cried for what felt like hours before he finally stopped. Valerio noticed that Azul was hugging him and he returned it. Shamelessly leaning into Azul because of how warm he was. He had felt safe in Azul’s grasp, he could easily fall asleep if he wasn’t standing up.

“Feeling better, Treasure?” Azul asked.

“Si… thank you,” Valerio softly said.

“Good,” Azul said, pulling away, much to Valerio’s dismay. The silvered haired boy had wiped the remaining tears from Valerio's eyes. “Now then, do you want to go to Octavinelle?”

“You’re still offering?”

“Of course, my dear Treasure. ”

“Well… alright. I think that’d be nice. Definitely better than sleeping out here.”

Mostro Lounge-Vip Room

The vip room was always pristine and this time would be no different. Bookshelves had surrounded the room, each shelf holding a wide array of books. Sleek black couches that were very comfortable, and were in perfect condition. Azul had insisted that Valerio took a seat in one of them while he went out. Probably making sure people wouldn't disturb the room while Valerio was occupying it. The last thing of note was a mahogany desk in front of a gold and silver safe. Valerio didn't want to look at the gaudy thing. So instead he stared at the white purplish table. Part of which was cut out into a rectangle and was filled with fish. They weren't real fish as none of them were moving. Hell, the light blue compartment wasn't even water, because you could easily place anything on top of it. The red head let out a tired exhale as he made himself comfortable. He laid down and looked up at the dark purple ceiling. Despite his fatigue he couldn't get his eyes to close. Instead he continued to stare up at the ceiling. A sickly feeling started growing in him like a weed. 

"I shouldn't be here,"  Valerio thought, sitting up. "Maybe I can just leave and sleep somewhere else? Although where would I go? The Botanical Garden might not be a bad idea. No… that's too risky. That bastardo perezoso is practically there 24/7. Kalim might not be in the dorm at this time… so maybe there? If  he is there then I'll just have to deal with the noise."

Before Valerio could get up though he heard the door open. He looked to see that Azul had entered. He was holding some documents in his hands. Most likely contracts or paperwork judging by how many there are.

“Mierda,”  Valerio thought. “Can’t go anywhere now.”

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Azul asked softly.

“No… I was already awake,” Valerio said.

“Oh… alright,” Azul said. He walked past him and placed the papers on the desk. He then sat down on the plush chair behind it. As he sat down he took out a white pen and began to write. It was quiet for a while, the only noise being the writing of the pen and the shuffling of papers. This is the perfect setting to sleep in, especially with the plush couches. And yet… and yet Valerio just couldn’t bring himself to do it. His palms were starting to sweat, dread was filling his heart as each second passed by. Despite the atmosphere being calming and welcoming, Valerio was suffocating and felt unwanted. Even though he was invited there was this nagging feeling that he shouldn’t be there at all.

"So, what's been troubling you?" Azul questioned, cutting the silence.

"What?" Valerio asked, turning towards Azul.

"It's clear that something is giving you trouble, so what is it?” Azul asked, looking up from the papers. “I'll help you in any way I can."

"For what price?" Valerio asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We… We can discuss that later." Azul said, pushing his glasses up. "Just tell me what's been bothering you."

"Are you sure you want to hear it?"

"Yes."

"Well…" Valerio started as he turned away from Azul. "It's… it's about the overblot… I've… I've been having nightmares about the overblot."

The once welcoming room quickly filled with tension. Didn’t help that Azul had stopped writing, making the room silent. Valerio could feel something crawling up in his throat. The sickly feeling from before grew even more. Azul’s sigh broke the silence as he put down his pen.

"I… I can't say I'm surprised that's been happening." Azul said, pushing up his glasses again. "Especially since you had to see…. That form. Honestly I'm not surprised that you yelled at me because of that. Why would you want to be with an ugly pathetic-"

"It wasn't because of the form," Valerio interrupted.

"Wh-What?"

"It was because I was the one who pushed you in that state,” Valerio explained, his eyes locking with Azul’s. “I was the one that made you overblot. You should hate me, despise me, and try to destroy me in any way possible. And yet… and yet you're here offering me kindness. Why? Why aren’t you mad at me?"

The tension somehow got thicker, so thick that it was almost suffocating. None of them moved, or talked. They just sat and stared at each other. The once calm blue eyes were in a state of shock as Azul stared at him. Valerio was thinking that he might’ve overstepped a boundary. After all, the overblot had only happened about a week ago. Valerio was about to apologize, but Azul had gotten up and walked towards Valerio. He was about to say something until Azul sat next to him and gently held his hand.

"It's because I don't blame you, Treasure,” Azul said gently, squeezing Valerio’s hand. “If I'm going to be mad at anyone I'm going to be mad at Leona. But you? You're the last person I'd be mad at. It might not seem like it, but… I can't even get mad at you even if I tried. Besides, how can I get mad at you when you were just repaying a debt?"

"How do you know about that?"

"The prefect told me. Not sure why though."

"I'm glad they did…” Valerio said, a wave of relief washing over him. “Azul…"

"Hm?"

"What do you want in return?"

"You want to discuss that now?” 

“I mean I might as well since I’m here.”

“You’re right… Uh… well… I… um…” Azul stammered out, a pink hue dusted his cheeks as he was contemplating what he wanted. 

“Oh my god, Querdio!” Valerio said, doing a dramatic gasp. “Are you feeling sick?”

“N-no! I’m just thinking, that’s all!” Azul defended. 

“But it never takes this long! Did you change that much? Are you even Azul? ”

“I’ll have you know that I’m still the same. Just with some minor changes.”

“Minor changes? So… you’ll let me pass you in Alchemy?”

“Now that’s a change I’ll never make, dear Treasure,” Azul chuckled. “How about… how about we just… hang out.”

“Hang out?” Valerio asked.

“Yeah… just… just the two of us,” Azul said, looking away from Valerio. His cheeks were turning notably red. Valerio was surprised to hear this, especially from Azul. He would only hang around someone if it was a business exchange. The only exceptions were Jade, Floyd, Idia, and Ortho. In any other circumstance Valerio would be suspicious, but with what just happened this request feels… genuine.

“I… I know you might be busy,” Azul stated, scratching the back of his head. “I-I can suggest something else if you’d like. Maybe you-”

“I’d like that,” Valerio interrupted.

“Y-You would?!?” Azul asked hopefully.

“Yeah… it… it actually sounds nice,” Valerio said. He could feel a slight blush creeping on his face.

“That’s great! Maybe we can hang out in the town?” Azul suggested. “No, I’ll have to do research on the restaurants. And the weather might be terrible that day. Oh, wait, how about the Mostro Lounge! I’ll have to get Jade and Floyd to clean the place, but it should be doable. I might have to make it after hours so…” 

As Azul rambled on, Valerio's eyes felt heavy. As much as he wanted to keep them open they just kept closing. It didn’t help that Azul’s smooth voice was in the background. Eventually Valerio let his eyes close and he leaned on Azul’s shoulder. Azul jumped at the sudden contact, but relaxed when he saw that it was just Valerio sleeping. Well… at least tried to relax.

“Don’t move, don't move, don't move, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move,” Azul thought repeatedly. “Whatever you do Azul, do. Not.  Move. A muscle.”

He took another look at Valerio. The scarlet haired boy’s expression was peaceful. He seemed so at ease and relaxed for the first time today. Azul couldn’t help, but smile at the sight. A wave of warmth filled his heart as he watched Valerio. Despite his previous thoughts he had gently, but cautiously placed his hand on Valerio’s head. After a moment of Valerio not moving he began to soothed out his hair. This had caused Valerio to nuzzle into Azul. The boy's body stiffened at the sudden action. He was still like a statue, until Azul had realized that Valerio was still asleep. He proceeded to soothe his hair again. This time a warm feeling came up as he did so, and… it was… nice. With that feeling came an urge of confidence. He gently moved his scarlet locks and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Good night, my beloved Treasure,” He whispered softly. “I’ll always be here for you. No contracts attached.”