#'of course you recognize it you used to drool all over this thing all the time'

[jonathankai]

One of the things I like most about WWX as a character, is how easily his whole image is tiptoeing between dramatic and silly. Some of my favorite examples of this dichotomy are about his weapons.

The first time WWX uses Suibian post-resurrection to repel JGY’s attack. By doing so, he alerts the whole cultivation world to the return of fearsome Yiling Laozu. The second time he uses Suibian to cut watermelon, while LWJ and WN are busy digging graves.

Chenqing is a unique and extremely powerful artifact associated with dark art and death of thousands of cultivators. At the end of the story, it’s WWX’s weapon of choice, although it holds the tragedy of his first life. Oh, and It’s also one toddler’s favorite chew toy.

[coco-loco-nut]

Iconic

pairing: Oscar Piastri x reader

summary: you make it your life goal to embarrass Oscar and annoy him, keeping things fun in his life

masterlist

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“He’s so cute,” a girl sighs in the McLaren fan zone.

“He really is,” you smile, leaning against the barrier.

“Oh my god, hi!” the girl gasps, recognizing you from your boyfriend’s Instagram. You haven’t had social media since you were cyber bullied in middle school, so you were a mystery to his fans. It also let you go to fan zone and have fun with them. You also run a fan page for Oscar on Instagram.

“Hi, I hope you don’t mind that I am standing here?” you say, holding a folded poster in one of your hand and an arm full of friendship bracelets that Oscar helped you make.

“Not at all, oh my god. Sorry, it’s just that you are so iconic,” the girl says and you quirk your eyebrow.

“How so?”

“You don’t have social media which is iconic, but all the fans know how nice you are, and you are always hanging out with us here,” one of her friends say, you nod along.

“Of course I would be here, I gotta support Papaya boys,” you smile. “Wanna help me embarrass Osc?” you ask the group around you.

“It would legit be our honor,” the one laughs, you laugh with her.

“Here,” you take off some friendship bracelets and exchange them with the girls.

“You are the best WAG,” another girl says and you blush a little, dutifully putting on each bracelet.

“I really do try. I even run a fan account for Osc,” you laugh, not revealing more than that.

“No way, that’s actually icon behavior,” the first girl says and you grin.

“Want to see the sign?” you ask, excited to show your latest sign off. Oscar tried to look but you refused to even work on it until he left the hotel.

“Yes!” you are quick to unfold the sign. Your neat handwriting carefully placed each letter just large enough so Oscar could read it.

“Omg, I can’t wait to see his reaction,” one of the fans say, the area is brimming full now, ready for the drivers to come out in a couple minutes.

“Make sure you get pictures of his reaction, he’s so cute when he’s embarrassed,” you giggle, getting ready to hold the sign in front of you as Lando walk onto the stage, excited to see what you wrote this time. He reads it and laughs, turning towards where Oscar is entering. You watch his brows furrow as he reads it. Oscar- I want to eat you up like a pastry :). The Australian’s face turns bright red as he laughs and winks at you, trying to hide his awkward embarrassment at the pickup line. It wasn’t your best, but it was the perfect amount of cringe. Lando gives you a thumbs up from the stage.

“You were right, his face was priceless,” the fan says as you watch Oscar push back his mousy brown hair before putting the hat back on. You swear you might be drooling while watching him, but you catch his gaze falling on you too.

“I LOVE YOU OSCAR!” you yell as he waves goodbye to the fans, giving you a wink. You make sure all of your friendship bracelets are given away before thanking the fans for being cool about you chilling with them. You head back to the paddock, scanning your pass, and beelining to the McLaren motorhome.

“Y/n, can I have that sign?” Lando asks and you happily hand it over.

“As long as you don’t use it to steal my man, have at it,” you chuckle as the Brit hugs you in thanks before walking away.

“Eat me like a pastry?” Oscar gives you an amused smile. “You do know my parents watch that, right?” His favorite thing about you his your playfulness, you can be serious when needed, but your teasing and jests keep his life fun.

“Oh, I know, your mom helped me with that one, the fans loved it too,” you laugh. “You did look so hot up there,” you slightly exaggerate checking him out.

“Why don’t we go back to my drivers room and you show me how you’d like to eat me?” Oscar whispers in your ear, trying to seduce you, but you resist.

“Oh, I’d probably start with the thighs, best muscle to fat ratio in my opinion. Hm, now I’m kinda hungry, what is in hospitality?” you ask, moving towards the food area. Oscar wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back towards him as he picks you up to carry you to his room.

“Nope, don’t start things you can’t finish,” he says, clearly a little hot and bothered.

“Osc, I’m not a cannibal, I don’t actually eat humans,” you tease, not giving up on what you started. Oscar clearly had a different interpretation, maybe the right one, maybe not.

“Shut up before I make you shut up,” Oscar growls in your ear, quickly turning you on and making you drop the joke.

“Yes, Mister Piastri,” you say, knowing it’s affect on him as he drags you into his room, locking the door behind him. Oscar was a couple minutes late to his meeting, Lando holding back giggles as Oscar walks into the room.

“I see the fans aren’t the only ones who love Y/n,” Lando whispers to Oscar, who shoots him a glare. Meanwhile, you scroll Instagram using your fan page, laughing as some of them post the pic of you and the sign, the comments calling on your to reveal yourself via the fan page. You make a post about it as well just to blend in, thirsting over Oscar as well. You can’t imagine if he ever finds out about the account.

“Good luck, Osc. Drive safe,” you kiss him before he puts his helmet on.

“I am always safe,” he gives you his usual awkward smile, you smile back as he puts his helmet on. He squeezes your hand before walking over to the car. You take a seat in the garage, the headphones unflattering as always.

Your stomach drops as there is a crash late in the race, but you are instantly relieved when you realize that Oscar made in through and no one was hurt. He ends up in P2 for the race and you join the team in celebrating at the podium.

“Thank you for being my number one fan, even when you run a secret fan account,” Oscar hugs you in his drivers room.

“How? What?” you play if off but he just laughs, pulling out his phone.

“My private account follows you,” oscar laughs, and you just stare at him.

“That’s actually you? I thought it was a fan,” you quickly pull out your phone and request to follow his account, which he immediately accepts so that you can see all the cute posts he makes about you.

“Stop, Osc, you’re basically running a fan account for me,” you say, admiring his posts, including one from today of you holding the sign. You quickly type a comment that has the other drivers replying like crazy claiming that they found your secret account.

“You two decent?” Mark Weber’s voice says through the door, after a confirmation from Oscar, he lets himself in.

“Why wouldn’t we be decent, Mark?” you ask from the couch.

“I used to be a driver too, and after your fan zone sign nothing is off the table,” Mark shrugs causing you and Oscar to blush. “Anyway, I just wanted to tell you great race, I will see you in a few days,” Mark tells Oscar before leaving the room again. You still aren’t sure how Oscar was able to bag the former F1 driver as his manager. Oscar yawns and you notice how tired he is, sleepy Oscar is your favorite version of Oscar.

“Alright, let’s get you back to the hotel, first loser,” you tease, helping him gather his things to leave.

“Hey,” he groans at the jab.

“You could be Lando NoWins, my love,” turning your jests onto his teammate.

“That is true,” Oscar yawns, holding your hand as he leads you to his chauffeured car.

“Osc, would you marry me if I was a worm?”

“Who said I’d marry you at all?”

“Alright, that’s it, I’m deleting your fan page,” you pull out your phone. Oscar basically tackles you in the back seat as he lunges for the phone.

“I take it back, I’ll marry you right now if you want,” Oscar pleads.

“Who said I wanted to marry you? Do I look like a worm?” you retort, putting your phone away. Oscar just sighs in defeat.

“God gives is strongest people his greatest challenges, I’m not strong enough for this,” he groans a few seconds later, the tiredness setting in.

“Sorry, baby, I promise you will get unlimited cuddles when we get back to the room,” you smile softly, holding his hand tight.

“I love you,” he whispers, his beautiful brown eyes gazing into your eyes.

“I love you too.”

[rs-hawk]

Kinkmas: Day Three

The Yeti

You’ve always hated camping. Actually, hating it is an understatement. You loathe it. Whoever invented camping can go get fucked, disrespectfully. However, when the rest of your Sorority Sisters beg you to go with them because they want to do “bonding” over Winter Break, you don’t feel like you have much of a choice. With a groan and constant complaining, you reluctantly go with them.

You all have your own tent, which you comment on how that really makes no sense if this is supposed to be a bonding thing, but they tell you even for bonding you need privacy. You’re annoyed, mad, cold, and now kind of scared as the night is coming and they put out the fire because no one is going to stay up with it. You want to offer to, but you’re also too scared to be out of the tent by yourself.

You have a fitful sleep, so when you hear a twig break outside, of course it wakes you up. Your mouth feels dry, and you’re shaking in your sleeping bag. Part of you wants to call out to see if it’s one of your Sisters, but you’re scared of the possibility that it’s not. So, you stay huddled in your sleeping bag, staring at the front of your tent, trying to make out any shape.

You feel relieved when you see that it does look like a humanoid figure. However, that doesn’t last long when you realize how large it is. Your mouth goes dry again, and tears prick your eyes. You purposefully picked the most secluded place. No one else should be out this far.

The figure makes its way to you, and before you could cry out, your tent is ripped open. Before you stands a giant creature with long, white hair, and a soft blue tint to its dark skin. You swallow hard when you see a large cock hanging between its-his- legs, and quiver when you notice it hardening as it regards you.

The creature grabs you, tossing you over his shoulder and covering your mouth with one of his large hands. In a matter of moments, you’re far from the campsite, and approaching a cave. You start squirming, trying to escape the grasp of this thing, but to no avail. You get thrown down on a bed-like nest, your sleeping bag ripped off of your body as the creature shoved a finger down your throat.

You gag and drool around it as you try to push it away, but it’s no use. The creature rips off your clothing the same way he did your sleeping bag, and before you realize it, he shoves another of his large fingers inside of you.

You whine and squirm, trying to escape it. It’s bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, and him moving it impossibly slow is still painful. The finger in your mouth pushes deeper, making you audibly gag. That’s when the creature seems to take a bit of care with you. He takes his finger away from your mouth, letting you take deep, greedily breathes.

“Please,” you pant, trying to push his hand away from you. “Stop.”

Of course, he does no such thing. Instead he pushes you down, his fat tongue licking down your neck before he begins to lick and suck on your nipples. Unable to help yourself or stop it, you whine in pleasure. The creature, which you finally recognize as a Yeti from stories, seems to take this as encouragement. The finger inside of you quickens it’s pace as he licks and sucks on your nipples, using his other hand to hold you against him. Your slick finally makes it easier for him to move deeper inside of you.

You let out a chorus of repressed and reluctant moans as he moves inside of you and pleasures you. As much as you hate to admit it, it feels amazing. He starts making his way down your body again, and his large mouth is sucking on your clit. You yelp, bucking your hips against him.

Fuck. Oh fuck.

You groan and whine, panting again as you approach your orgasm. However, just as he’s about to put you over the edge, he stops. You’re about to move to finish it yourself when he buries his massive cock inside of you. A cry bubbles up from your throat as he stretches you impossibly wide, his cock bullying directly into your cervix. You can feel his precum leaking into you as if coating your womb for his cum. You start begging him to stop. It’s too much, but he either doesn’t understand you or doesn’t care.

He repeatedly bullies his cock into your cervix, ramming into you enough to show an imprint of his cock in your stomach. He flips you over, shoving your face into the nest and making him feel so large you feel like you’re going to be split in half. You’re still on the edge of your orgasm, despite all this, so when he starts playing with and teasing your clit, you cum almost instantly. You tighten around his cock, drawing it somehow deeper into you. You grunt and whine as you spasm around him, gripping the nest under you.

In only a matter of moments, he cums deep inside of you, pumping you full of thick ropes of cum. Enough that it spills out of you, but he doesn’t stop. He moans and growls, cramming his cock as far as he can inside of you. All you can do is lay there and take it, and hope that after this, he takes you back to camp.

[cyberchronics]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

wriothesley + aphrodisiacs ♡♡

he's always prepared for whatever trouble you plan on causing while visiting him at the Fortress. toys? almost too easy to deal with. a sexy outfit? it only makes him wish he could take it off. restraints? don't make him laugh. he'll wear a collar like a badge of honor let you use his handcuffs.

but for whatever reason, he never expected you to be this sneaky. his cup of tea is barely halfway finished before the effects wash over him, making his body grow weak as he slowly recognizes the feeling. his underwear grows tighter and a stifled groan slips past reddened lips as his glass is set on the table.

he knew buying you that pyro regisvine nectar would come back to bite him in the ass.

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Every visit to Meropide starts the same. Wriothesley greeting you with a kiss on cheek and escorting you to his office, allowing you past all the security checks without so much as a patdown or walking through a single metal detector. That's how you always manage to sneak in things that has no business being a prison.

He never regrets it, of course. It's the highlight of his day when you find a new way to get him horny and pinned against his desk, ink spilling over once more and ruining hours worth of paperwork.

Today, you managed to sneak an aphrodisiac in his drink at tea time. He doesn't know how he didn't see you pour it in, nor how the cheeky smile on your face didn't alert him. But that's the least of his concern as he slowly ruts against the thigh pinning him in place. He's practically begging for your touch like this, drool spilling past his lips and soaking into his tie.

"Mmph... please, baby." Every movement is achingly slow to Wriothesley. He hates when your skin isn't on his, wishing you would just rip off his clothes instead of slowly unbuttoning each article like he was a delicate doll. You know he can take the rough treatment, he thinks, just give him what he wants.

He's laid out prettily on his desk, papers crinkled under the curve of his ass while his legs dangle off the edge. The tuft of hair at the base of his cock is shining, soaked in fluid as your fingers wrap around the shaft. He bucks up into the warmth blindly, glad that this isn't a punishment as he throws his head back.

Spilling into your hand once isn't nearly enough for him. In fact, he feels as if he'll never be satisfied again as his hips keep going desperately. His cock slaps against his stomach as you let it go, the whine in his throat slipping out as he grabs your wrist and pulls your body on top of his own. Wriothesley's words are slurred as he whispers into your ear.

"I know you did this to me... take responsibility."

And so you do.

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a/n: def didn't forget about ktober.... also wrio is so bad im def writing more for him

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about old man Price trying lingerie for the first time 18+

Pairing: John Price x Top Male reader

Content tags: mirror sex, humping, toxic masculinity

Series/ One Shot: Old man Price trying…for the first time i,ii

Throughout the course of his life Price has been called various things. Some of them were intended as compliments while others were meant as insults.

However never once in his life has he been called pretty, that was until he met you and it seemed that was the only word you were willing to use for him.

Men weren’t pretty but to you Price was pretty even though he was twice as old as the men you usually dated, with crow feet around his eyes and smile lines that appeared on his face every time he laughed or smiled.

Men couldn’t be pretty but to you Price was pretty even with his lack of experience, tears spilling down his cheeks and drool dripping down his chin as he did his best to take your cock down his throat.

Men were only ever handsome and strong but to you Price was pretty, beautiful even when stark naked and splayed out on your bed, baring his body and heart to you.

So with that in mind he thought you’d find him pretty like this: dressed in a lingerie that appears as red as his face, with a plunging neckline that highlights his pecs, material so sheer it shows his perky nipples and so thin his chest hair pokes through it.

As his gaze trails lower down his body he sees the way his cock leaves a remarkable imprint on the lingerie, frail fabric prickling at his sack and sitting tight around his length.

For a second he wonders if he should turn around, put his clothes back on, and forget that this ever happened.

But he’s already gone through the humiliation of getting the underwear, had even looked the cashier straight in the eyes and lied when he had said the piece was a gift for his girlfriend. It would be a waste not to go through with the plan.

However what he hadn’t expected was for you to walk in so soon, unaware he was standing in the room, and only dressed in skimpy underwear.

“John have you seen my-“ you don’t even finish your sentence, completely freezing in place and mouth falling agape as you take in the sight of the older man.

“Jesus Christ “ you say, sounding like the breath has been punched out of your lungs, not anything like you’re wondering why a man would ever wear something like that and everything like why a man like him hasn’t worn something like this before.

“When -when did you get this ?” You croak out, while carefully approaching the older man.

“I got it the other day, what do you think?”for a second he feels fear creeping up his neck, bile rising up in his throat as his legs ready themselves to run away in shame but then you say the one word you always seem to use for him and relief floods his body.

“Pretty”

“Yeah?” Is all he says, feeling butterflies swarm his stomach as his cock twitches in excitement.

You only hum in response as you hook a shaky finger around one of the shoulder straps, as if to take a better look at the piece before you harshly tug at it, and crash your lips together.

A surprised gasp escapes his lips, body momentarily tensing before he relaxes and returns the kiss.

One of your hands buries itself in his locks while the other hand slides lower down his body to cup his cheek, squeezing the tense muscles there.

“Please please “ he mumbles against your lips, not even knowing what he’s asking for as he tries to pull you impossibly closer to him.

“Oh fuck, look at yourself,” he hears you grunt out, before you swiftly turn him around, pressing your palm down on his lower back and forcing him to bend over and look himself right in the mirror.

When he sees his own reflection in the mirror , he almost doesn’t recognize himself. His hair is mussed, face flushed and mouth agape. For a second he dares think he looks-

“So so so pretty” he hears you say, sounding absolutely entranced as you grind your cock up against the cleft of his ass, pushing the coarse fabric further up the sensitive flesh and creating a delightful friction between his legs.

“Don’t- don’t tease please” he whines out as he arches up, ass pressing harsher down onto your clothed cock.

There’s a ripping sound being heard throughout the room, a brief stinging feeling grazing his skin before the lingerie’s being thrown carelessly onto the carpeted floor.

“ I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll buy ah I’ll buy you more- so many more just- ah- just need you right now” you say through labored breaths while sloppily grinding up against his ass.

And as he sees your shaky hands unbuckling your belt through the reflection of the mirror, and hears the curses escaping you lips when you can’t get your jeans off fast enough and feels your hard cock pressing up against the cleft of his ass, he feels pretty, so pretty.

[r0-boat]

If Honkai star rail men had GWA accouts. Part 1?

Nsfw

Read Part 2 here

Cw: predator and prey, noncon, mentions of blood, breeding, creampie, pet play, power play, size kink

Gn! Reader x Caelus, Sampo, Blade, Jing Yuan

Caelus

Caelus literally posts whatever he wants. However, primarily ramble-faps, where his listeners can listen to how vocal he becomes when his hand is around his wet, leaking cock. His whimper is moans and pleads to be inside you all for you to hear

But no matter if it's a shit post meant to make you laugh or something serious, his audio will always have some sort of storyline.

Usually his predator&prey/noncon are his most popular for good reason, too; Caelus who makes it sound like he's tossing you around, growling and grunting in your ear while he pins you down onto the ground. His breath shakes as he tries to inhale more air and your scent, all the while using all of his strength to keep you from moving or getting away from him, his mouth drooling from the thought of taking you right here and now. And he will tell you this, coo about how you're so small and weak underneath him. He has caught you, and now you should rightfully submit to him.

Caelus is a switch, and he is not afraid to show every dark desire he has on his account. Sometimes a guy just wants to wear pretty makeup and then get fucked to the point where that makeup smears all over his face; or whimper for his master to let him cum.

Pet names for listener

Babe/baby

Darling

Sampo

Whimpering audios. Just kidding, if you want those, you'll have to pay him ;). Most, if not all, of his audio is where he spends weeks or months writing a script and making it are all paywalled, and he takes great pride in his work. ( though he hopes to God no one recognizes him in public)

First had the idea of prostituting his sexy voice for free money now he's far too deep and actually will get upset if you say his work is garbage. Excuse you his audios are a work of art he's already in A+ actor he doesn't need your criticism.

Sampo is very pan so of course, he's going to make audio pandering to his fellow Pansexuals. It can make his tone and Pitch higher to match up more feminine voice, so a lot of his threesome audios are just himself role-playing with himself.

As a good salesman mixed with the audience's wants, and if his audience wants to be called a good boy, girl, or toy, then who is he to refuse? Most of his audio has some form of praise kink. He just can't help but say nothing but nice things to his beloved fans. His most popular audios, however, are the ones where he either objectifies himself or objectifies the listener treating them as a prized possession or a slutty fuck toy.

Pet names for listener

Babe/baby

Beautiful/handsome

Doll

Blade

all his audios are dead dove or very dark. He treats his poor listeners like nothing more than a piece of meat for him to tear apart. His audios are seriously not for the faint of heart especially those who are more squeamish too pain or mentions of blood.

His audios are just a way for him to get off, so he hardly ever edits and pretty much only does the scripts he likes from other people. Though it would be lying if Blade said he didn't like all the attention he'd been getting, so he gets a new mic, a better one, so it could pick up the sounds of his wet cock when he strokes it.

His favorite scripts to do is yandere, noncon or any type of Slashers; Blade is most active during the fall mostly October when those type of content is more likely produced. If his audience isn't scared and aroused the same time then he's not doing a good job... he usually is not one to collab, but Jing Yuan asked(begged him) to collab and the script he sent was so delicious that he just had to show up.

In any audio he does he likes to be mean and degrade and use your body, even if he does softer audios where he's more gentle and loving he still likes to be on the snarky side he can't spoil you all rotten now can he?

Pet names for listener

Whore

Bitch

Fuck doll

Cocksleeve.

Jing Yuan

Says he does it as a hobby but has not only the best Mic but has that Mic where his voice will be on either side of you. He loves the praise he gets from his adoring fans, that seems to Hell and back over his sexy voice. Even though he only does the audios he wants to hear his fans will eat it up like it's breakfast lunch and dinner.

He almost exclusively does Scripts and occasionally ramblefaps. However, when something you know is on his mind and he's so horny he can't think, and the scripts he finds just aren't scratching that itch, he'll do it himself.

He prefers audio is where he is in a position of power over the listener he loves power play with a bit of size kink. Most of his audio has breeding or creampie. Talking about how his big cock is stretching you out and that he's close to cumming inside you gets him off so much.

However his most favorite is one of a pet play kink where he lends his dear pet to Blade but not before teaching him how to take care of you properly and how you need love, care, and praise. However blade rolling his eyes just tells him that he is spoiling you and proceeds to destroy your holes with his fat cock and degrade you while Jing Yuan watches, slowly stroking himself.

Pet nemes

Pet

Dear

Beloved

Sweetheart

[7s3ven]

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU. oliver wood

( master list )

IN WHICH… Nothing would make Oliver Wood happier than getting a new broom as his Christmas present. That, or Y/N Malfoy finally noticing him. When the two collide at Hogsmeade, Oliver is overjoyed. Perhaps this Christmas, he’ll get two gifts.

“I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas is you.”

—

“Ah, he’s staring again.” Fred Weasley nudged his twin brother George and pointed over at Oliver. “Do you think he’ll ever actually talk to her?”

“I’ve seen them talk once.” George uttered, his mouth full and his cheeks puffed out. “It was in their second year.”

Fred lightly snorted and waved a hand in front of Oliver’s face. “Wood, you there? You’re drooling this time while staring at her.”

Oliver was snapped out of his trance by the twins’ loud laughter. He frowned. “Knock it off.” He told the pair, taking a sip from his goblet.

“Oh, come on mate, you gotta talk to L/N otherwise she won’t even know you exist.” Fred sighed and quickly added, “And quidditch talk doesn’t count.”

Oliver huffed and rolled his eyes. Talking to Y/N was an almost impossible feat, not just to him. She was Draco Malfoy’s older sister and was basically untouchable. She was Slytherin’s prized queen and the chances of Oliver even being able to talk to her with her posse around was close to zero.

“I’ll talk to her eventually.” He uttered the same excuse he had been using since fourth year. His crush had lasted way too long but he was still determined to win Y/N over.

She wasn’t like the other Slytherins with their mean glares and tendencies to outcast people who weren’t pureblood. She was… nice. Her friends, however, weren’t.

“You’ve fancied her since third year, Oli.” Fred uttered, “Probably before that as well! Just make a move already!”

Oliver’s crush hadn’t begun during first year. It had started before that when he was rushing around Diagon Alley trying to find all his school supplies.

Oliver panted as he attempted to catch his breath. All afternoon he had been rushing from shop to shop to find all the books he needed for his first year at Hogwarts.

He held a pile of novels in his arms and momentarily stopped to marvel at the window of a broom shop. His awe was short lived as someone crashed into his back, sending his supplies everywhere.

“Ah! I’m sorry! I just wanted to look at the new broom!” A H/C-haired girl hurried to pick Oliver’s things up. She shoved everything into his arms, apologizing again.

“You… like Quidditch?” Oliver asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Huh? Of course. Who doesn’t? My father took me to see a game once and it was amazing. Some day, I want to join Hogwarts’ team.”

It was as if Oliver had met his dream girl.

“You’re going to Hogwarts too?!” Oliver exclaimed, his eyes sparkling.

“Yeah! I assume you’re also going, so maybe I’ll see you around.” She outstretched her arm to shake Oliver’s hand, but a black cane pushed her back.

“Don’t socialise with the trash, Y/N.” A man with long blond hair uttered, scowling. Oliver instantly recognized the man as Lucius Malfoy.

“I’ll see you around, Quidditch boy!” Y/N shouted as her father led her away.

That day, Oliver was reminded of where he stood in the scheme of things. He was a lowly half-blood while Y/N came from one of the most esteemed families.

Ever since that day, Oliver had been a little frightened to talk to Y/N, just in case she also referred to him as trash.

Y/N never did end up joining Slytherin’s Quidditch team. Her brother did instead. Oliver guessed it has something to do with her refusal to cheat, and Slytherin was infamously known for cheating.

“Say, are you going to Hogsmeade today, Oli? Perhaps to do a little last minute Christmas shopping?” George questioned, his lips curling into a smirk that could only mean one thing. Trouble.

“If you want to play one of your stupid pranks on me, forget it.” He stood up and silently walked away.

“Ah. He’s in a bad mood because of Y/N again. Jeez.” George rolled his eyes as he stabbed his fork into a carrot.

Oliver was going to visit Hogsmeade, but only to look at Quidditch shops and browse through the technique books. A Hufflepuff girl had asked him out, but he politely refused her offer.

Oliver shoved his hands deep into his warm pockets as he trudged through the thick snow. Hogsmeade wasn’t as busy as it usually was, but that was probably because most sane people wanted to avoid the cold.

The Quidditch captain made an immediate beeline for the broom store. He smiled as he gazed at the window display before entering.

“Good morning!” He kindly greeted the owner, who was an old lady hard of hearing. He immediately walked towards a shelve of books, running his finger over the hard covered spines.

The door opened again, the rusty bell attached to it quietly chiming. “Good morning, Gen!” A feminine voice shouted, piercing the calming atmosphere. Oliver peeked through the books, curious as to who the newcomer was. He could see their winter outfit but not their face.

The girl skipped over to the books, standing on the opposite side of Oliver. She locked eyes with him, and he could see her eyes squint as he smiled, meaning it was a genuine one.

The pair occasionally glanced at each other, jumping when they accidentally made eye contact. The girl tucked a strand of H/C hair behind her hair, quietly humming under her breath. She walked around to the other side of the bookshelf, almost crashing into Oliver.

His heart leaped in his chest as he grabbed Y/N and steadied her. “Sorry.” He said, not being able to muster up any more words.

Y/N silently stared at his face before she gasped. “Oh! Quidditch boy!” She exclaimed, grinning. “I knew I recognized those eyes!” When Oliver sent her a confused look, she laughed. “I’m the girl from Diagon Alley! Before first year, remember?”

“I remember… I’m just wondering why you do.”

“I spent most of my first year looking for you! But I never got your name so it was a bit hard. Then when you joined the Quidditch team and played your first match, I recognized you. I wanted to talk to you after but you seemed to have so many fangirls. I got shy!It’s been ages, jeez. How are you?”

Y/N grinned, an action that set butterflies free in Oliver’s stomach. His cheeks flushed red as he nervously smiled back.

“I’ve… been good. How about you? You never joined the Quidditch team.”

“Well, I don’t exactly like Flint and Draco is already on the team. They don’t need two Malfoy’s.” Y/N sheepishly smiled and laughed.

“I saw you play as a chaser during flying class. You were great. You should join the team some time.” That compliment coming from Oliver Wood, Gryffindor’s very own keeper, was a huge deal. “You’d be a wonderful addition. If only you were in Gryffindor.”

Y/N quietly laughed. “Maybe we’d actually be able to spend time together.” Her gaze flickered to the book Oliver was grasping, “Are you going to buy that? I’ve been looking for a copy of it.” She smiled, and Oliver didn’t have the strength to keep the book to himself when she was looking at him like that.

“No.” He uttered, “I was only looking at it. Here.” He handed it to Y/N.

“Are you sure?” She asked, to which Oliver nodded. “Thanks. I’ll let you borrow it. See you at school, Oliver.” She grinned again, skipping off to purchase the book.

Oliver stared at the ground, chuckling to himself as his cheeks turned rosy red.

School was finally coming to an end. Thank goodness. Oliver didn’t know how much more studying he could take before his brain gave up.

He returned to his dorm, tired and relieved to finally be returning home today. From his dorm, he heard his friends gasp.

“Ay, mate, there’s something on your bed for you.” One uttered as Oliver ended.

He tilted his head to the side and glanced at his mattress. A badly wrapped present sat on it along with a small card and the book he had let Y/N take.

Oliver grabbed the card, curiously staring at the cursive writing.

Consider this an early Christmas gift and my overdue apology on my father’s behalf (for calling you trash). You’re fun to talk to and I hope to see you around next year.

Merry Christmas, Oliver.

- Y/N

Oliver peeled the wrapping paper, almost choking when he saw the newest edition broom. It was shined and groomed to perfection and Oliver was sure he was going to pass out from excitement.

He slowly grasped the book, opening to the first page that was tabbed by a green sticky note.

On the blank page was the writing,

Merry Christmas, Oliver Wood

And underneath was the signature of Oliver’s favourite Quidditch player.

“She’s freaking amazing.” Oliver muttered under his breath, wondering how Y/N had even managed to pull all this off.

Oliver flipped through the pages, noticing how Y/N had annotated the book on his behalf. He was only falling deeper in love.

“I’m going to find Y/N.” He announced to his friends, who cheered.

“Go get ‘er, tiger!”

Oliver hurried out of the common room, wondering where on earth Y/N would be. The castle was huge, it would take him all day to find her. Luckily, he spotted Draco Malfoy walking down the corridor.

“Malfoy.” Oliver called out.

Draco sighed, rolling his eyes. “If you’re looking for my sister, she’s at the Black Lake. Don’t tell my parents you like her otherwise my stupid ship will be ruined.” And with that, he walked off.

Oliver ignored his odd words and rushed to the Black Lake. He saw Y/N sitting alone and humming to herself as she picked at the green blades of grass.

“You didn’t have to get me a broom, you know.” Oliver said, startling Y/N. She jumped slightly.

“You scared me! It wasn’t that much anyway… and it was on sale. So you don’t need to worry.”

Oliver spluttered. Not that much money? It was more than him and his friends’ bank accounts! Even if they combined all their money, it still wouldn’t be enough.

“The book by itself would have sufficed.” Oliver uttered as he took a seat next to Y/N.

“Yeah. But I had to up my game because other girls were eyeing you up.” Y/N grinned as she stood up, dusting the dirt off her skirt, “Merry Christmas, Oli. See you next year.”

Oliver spent his days before Christmas with the Weasley twins and more of his friends. Even Harry Potter was there. But one person was missing, much to his disappointment.

On Christmas Eve, he pondered what Y/N’s words at the Black Lake had meant. “I had to up my game because other girls were eyeing you up”. Did Y/N… like him back?

Oliver sighed, rushing to turn the lamp on his desk on. He pulled out a thick piece of parchment paper and began to messily scribble down his thoughts and everything he didn’t have the courage to say to Y/N in real life.

Oliver stared at his letter, sighing. He tried not to think too much as he rolled it up and sent his owl to the Malfoy Manor.

Meanwhile, Y/N was sitting by her window, relaxing as the fresh breeze blew through her hair. She heard a quiet chirp and opened her eyes to see an unfamiliar brown owl in front of her. It cooed and tilted its head.

Y/N slowly took the letter that was attached to the owl’s leg and got comfortable before she unravelled it.

Dear Y/N,

I know this letter may be unexpected and strange, especially since it’s Christmas Eve but those words you told me at the Black Lake are still stuck in my head. It feels a little lonely without you around. I’m going to be honest here… and hopefully you won’t laugh at how I pour my heart out.

I like you, Y/N. Not just for your looks or your family. You’re gorgeous, but there’s so much more to you that other guys can’t see for some reason. You’re kind and caring and you may as well be in Hufflepuff. Your ambition is admirable and you really know how to light up a room, even if it’s a room as big as the Great Hall.

You don’t look down on other people because they aren’t pure blood or come from a family like yours. Instead, you help them. There’s so many qualities that make you stand out from the crowd and I’m not expecting a reply any time soon, but I just thought you should know all this.

Santa Claus won’t really make me happy with a toy on Christmas Day. Y/N, I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. Please Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas… is you <3.

- Oliver Wood

P.S, thanks for the broom and book. I’m still trying to find a gift to top that.

Y/N’s lips curved into a smile as she read Oliver’s letter. Her room door was suddenly slammed open. Y/N couldn’t react fast enough and all she could do was place the letter face down on her bed.

“Father.” She greeted him, surprised that he was even home. He was supposed to be on a business trip. “What… are you doing here?”

“Receiving love letters already, Y/N?” Her father carelessly grabbed the parchment, his gaze scanning over the beautifully crafted words. After a moment, he nodded. “What is his blood status?”

Y/N looked at the ground, thickly gulping. “… Half-blood.” She uttered after a second of hesitation.

Her father silently nodded, his stern face never changing. “I’ll allow it.”

“W-What?” Y/N stumbled over her own words. Ever since she was young, her father had preached about the importance of marrying another pure blood so this was entirely out of character for him.

“That Wood boy…” Her father thought for a moment before clicking his tongue, “He’s staying at the Weasley’s house. The elves have packed your bags already. You leave tomorrow morning.”

Y/N was speechless. Was this her father or a random intruder?

“Good night, Y/N.” And with that, he left. Y/N sat on her bed, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to process what had just happened.

A knock on the door interrupted breakfast for the Weasley family, Oliver, Harry, and Hermione.

Oliver, as charming as ever, stood up. “I’ll get it.” He offered, walking over to the door. He twisted the door knob and yanked it open, coming face to face with Y/N.

She smiled. “I hope I’m not intruding.” She uttered, peeking over Oliver’s shoulder. “I just wanted to quickly say one thing.”

Oliver could feel the prying eyes of Fred and George and he exasperatingly sighed, shutting the door behind him. “Yes?” His heart leaped in his chest as Y/N leaned forward with a grin.

“I like you too, quidditch boy.”

[rhimestonetalks]

White Raven

Warnings: Dark content, spit kink, creepy behavior, non-con, cumming like everywhere, overall shitty Leon, mentions of stalking, he's rough with it, mentions of previous non-con, mentions of kidnapping (only at the end), breaking n entering, borderline somnophilia, abuse

A/N: I've shared this idea with someone b4 but now i'm going into FULL description bc yummm icky Leon

For the past two weeks, you've been waking up every morning with drool leaking from the corners of your mouth. You assumed you just had a habit to drool a lot in your sleep so you started leaving tissues on your bedside table so you can wipe that drool away when you wake up. It became a recurring thing that you just got used to. You saw nothing wrong with how much drool there was when you woke up, it seemed normal to you. It became normal to you. Unfortunately, it was anything but normal. The truth was much more sickening that you could possibly imagine, more sickening than anyone could imagine, and you were about to find out that truth in the worst way possible. At 3:00AM, the time typically associated with demons. They aren't far off on their assumptions honestly.

You barely awoke to the sound of your bedroom door creaking open. You were only half awake, your eyes still closed but your ears listening to the sounds in the room. Think of it as a defense mechanism, a safety protocol your body had set in place. Not like it would ever help you. It was only when whatever was in here started walking towards you did your eyes open just a little. All you could see in the darkness was a figure slowly starting to creep onto your bed.

You closed your eyes again, assuming it was just some sleep paralysis demon your brain conjured up to scare you. You've experienced this once or twice before and you knew you could ignore it to make it leave so of course you'd close your eyes and silently prayed it would leave. It didn't go away though. It wasn't going to go away. Not yet, not now, and probably ever. It's hand gripped your jaw and forced your mouth open. Why could you feel it? They've never touched you before and you really didn't expect it to be this realistic. In fact, it was unnerving. Your heart rate picked up and you tried not to breathe. You were sure it would disappear if you displayed no reaction.

but it didn't. It didn't go away. and now you were terrified. In a panic, you opened your eyes only to see a man. This wasn't sleep paralysis. Someone had broke into your house and was now on top of you. Out of nowhere, he spat into your mouth which he held open with his rough hand and suddenly everything clicked. You haven't been uncontrollably drooling for the past two weeks. This man had been entering your house and spitting over and over into your mouth.

Now your brain was in fight or flight mode. You weren't just going to sit back and let him do this because what the fuck? You were quick to try push him off but, unfortunately for you, this guy had a quick reaction time and he was incredibly strong. You didn't even have time to react by the time he had your arms pinned down with just one hand. You kept trying to struggle free, not wanting to see what happens next.

"Stop fucking struggling, it'll hurt more," he says with anger evident in his tone. You recognized that voice. Where did you recognize it from? Who knows. Who cares, frankly, he's clearly a sicko. "Get off of me!" you yell out and all you get in response is punched and fuck it stung. It dazed you for a few short seconds and all you could feel was blood slowly falling from your nose.

The daze didn't last long because you snapped back to reality when he started pulling your pants down. Oh fuck no. You started struggling again and, in response, he wrapped his hand around your throat, choking you. It wasn't long before both his and your pants were off and you knew that meant only one thing.

"It's your fault for struggling, if you had just sat there and taken it like a good girl we wouldn't be here," he says but you're too dazed to process what he's saying, you're just trying to breathe. He wasn't gentle at all. He had no respect, no moral, no fucks to give. He had been through hell and he believed he deserved all the gifts in the world, including you.

He thrusted in without any prep and, god, it hurt like hell. He was rough, and cruel, and he only cared about his own pleasure. His hips were ramming against yours and you were incredibly overwhelmed. Maybe you should've listened to him, maybe you should've just sat there and taken it. At least then he wouldn't do this and you could've just moved countries the next day. Oh god, now you were being manipulated into blaming yourself. You couldn't help it, not when all you could feel was him fucking you with no remorse while choking you to the brink of passing out. Could this count as torture? It should.

"I'm gonna make a fucking mess of you," he spoke through grunts while keeping his fast pace. You were sure you were about to cum but that was short lived when he pulled out and stroked his cock a few times before cumming all over you. Fucking.. gross. "I hope you didn't think you'd get to cum, you've been nothing but a bitch to me," he spoke again while looking down at you. Maybe he was a sleep paralysis demon, he certainly was a monster.

He spat again, right on your face and even had the audacity to use his hand and rub it around. You felt disgusted, humiliated, and worthless but, at least it was over, right? Wrong, his hand around your neck suddenly tightened and you started seeing black dots in your vision.

"I'm gonna keep you locked away with me so I can use that tight little pussy everyday," he said and the last thing on your mind was how absolutely fucked you were before you felt him thrust right back in.

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[sanjisblackasswife]

Imagine Sleeping with Luffy (NSFW)

Bad Summary: He Likes to touch you while you’re sleeping.

Black Fem Reader in Mind

WC: 1.1k

CW: Gropping, Humping, 1 Pussy Slap, He uses His DF Power, Fingering, Oral, Cumming while sleep(?) is that even a thing, Somno, not proof read.

You were aware that Luffy could be a little chaotic when you both decided to sleep together, but maybe it was something in the air because your wild captain seemed to get more bolder with his touches.

Every night when he crawls into your bed, wrapping his cold limbs behind you, it startles you for a second, but you could recognize your captain’s scent anywhere.

It only started because he kept sleep walking into your room after a huge meal. You finally confronted him about it and he just insisted to sleep with you every once in a while and you quickly agreed.

And why not he’s your captain. It’s Luffy, you thought. He could do no wrong.

This is how you gotten into the situation you’re in now; Luffy three fingers deep inside your cunt dry humping your thighs and panting in your ear.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…” Each thrust was a heavier breath brushing your now damped neck from the drool he produced on you, he was so close to making a mess between your thick thighs, his fingers began to slip on and off your clit as he rubbed messy circles on it. Clearly you had to have been awake?

But alas you weren’t, you were sound asleep in whatever deep dream you were having completely deaf to the sexual noises Luffy was giving you. however it wasn’t like you didn’t know. You gave him permission.

This wasn’t a first occurrence with Luffy he’s been inching his fingers inside your panties and bra for days now, you talk to him about why he keeps doing that, he didn’t understand why either the most you got out of him was, “I just like how you feel, Y/N.” he was afraid you were mad, but of course you wasn’t. You’re his loyal crew mate that wanted to give your Captain a nice stress relief.

The first night was a surprise, you woke to him kitten licking your clothed clit, the other night he used your hand to Jack off, but now he wanted the real thing, he wanted to feel your pussy squeeze down on him, whether it was his tongue, fingers, or Dick he didn’t care he wanted to feel all of you.

“I want to fuck you, y/n…wake up.” His Voice rasped, he licked and sucked your neck grinding in a fluid motion behind you moaning at his tip just barely grazing your soaked entrance now. You were so wet each finger pump made the most pornographic squelch noise that just deepened Luffy’s lust. He took his fingers out your cunt to fondle your nipples, he always wanted to play with them, more importantly he wanted to suck on them as he shoved his cock inside you.

His patience has worn thin, he sat up pulling his wet cock from your thighs and put you on your back, he snapped and lightly tapped your cheeks, but you were out like a light. Luffy Huffed chewing his lower lip and spread your legs opened anyways.

“Y/N….” His Voice getting louder swishing his 3 fingers on your clit vigorously, your leg twitched a little, a few small moans, but you still didn’t wake up. “Are you Fake sleeping?”

No response.

He grumbles, his cock was hot, hard, and blushing needing to fill something up and that something happened to be sleep, your shirt and panties now long gone. Luffy pushes back his damped hair for a moment and an idea pops up, “Oh! She woke up last time I did it!”

He sits on his knees holding and keeping your thighs spread and trace circles with his tongue on your clit, you did a hum, furrrowing your brows. Okay. Progress. Luffy licked his lips before using his gum gum to shrink, stretch, and wrap around the sensitive button. His eyes closed to absorb more of your flavor sucking so harshly his cheeks shallowed.

He kept sucking until his hands and face were mushed by your thighs, you began to grind yourself on his mouth moaning in your sleep, it wasn’t long until you calmed down and tried to roll over, but Luffy got fed up and firmly smacked your pussy.

“Uh—mmm! Lu—?!”

Your back arched off the bed feeling the new overwhelming sensation of Luffy’s tongue. He looked up at you with a smile in his eyes, before popping off your cunt, “FINALLY! I can’t sleep.”

His mouth covered in your slick, you can smell your pussy on breath since he got so close to your face your noses were touching, “Can I go inside you?”

Panting, and still somewhat dazed you look to see your clock, it’s just barely 2am, but Luffy didn’t care, he grabbed your chin to look back at his lowered lids, he pushed you back down, cock now grazing your slit with each movement making you moan. You didn’t break eye contact at his dark eyes , his thumb rubbing your lower lip to gently as he says above you,

“Y/N….”

“Déjame follarte.”

“Let me fuck you.”

[frankenkyle19]

🎃The Sweetest Treat Is You🎃

4.7k words! First Halloween fic! Spooky season is here people

warnings/description: Peter Maximoff x fem reader smut, Handjobs, begging, aphrodisiacs, sub peter, oral (fem receiving), p in v, peter making stupid jokes, per usual.

-What started off as an innocent enough night turned into a Halloween for the books. And who knew it only took Peter eating six cupcakes for it to happen. Well, not any normal cupcakes… But you’ll learn that soon enough-

You weren’t sure how he convinced you, but somehow the one and only Peter Maximoff had convinced you to go trick or treating with him. It was childish, and he loved it. You on the other hand acted as an actual adult, unlike the silver haired mutant. 

He’d gone as a skeleton, asking (more like begging), you to do his makeup. So you did, leaning over him for hours as you meticulously worked on his face and hands to get him looking like a real skeleton. When Peter looked in the mirror the squeak of delight he let out was nothing short of a noise an excited child would make. What a strange thing he was. It’s as if his body grew up but his mental age was no older than a 13 year old boy. 

No matter. Somehow, ridiculously, you still liked the man in front of you. No matter how childish and ridiculous he was most of the time. Everything seemed to be a game to him. He seemed so carefree, even when fighting villains and saving the world. You wished for that kind of peace in your life.

You had decided to dress up as something simple. You had gone to the store and picked out a little pair of red glittery horns and a pitchfork. You dug through your closet and came back with a pretty little red lace bra that would go perfectly with your idea. You then found some red leggings. Putting it all together along with some makeup made you look like the most stunning devil anyone had or would ever lay their eyes on.

Peter nearly choked on air when he first saw you, his eyebrows raising underneath the thick layer of makeup covering his features. Nothing hid the surprised look in his eyes though. You simply chuckled, shaking your head. You weren’t surprised, really. Peter couldn’t talk to girls, couldn’t even look at them. Which was pretty unfortunate considering if he actually had the balls to ask you on a date, you’d say yes. 

“Holyyyy mama.” He whistled, looking you up and down quickly before he respectfully returned his gaze to your eyes, which were dusted in a dark red glitter, matching your equally red lip. 

“You like it?” You quickly spun around for him, giving him the full look, and Peter was practically drooling. He blinked a few times, snapping out of whatever trance you had put him in, and gave you a polite smile.

“Uh duh-“ he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Of course you looked hot as all fuck. Anyone who didn’t think so was actually insane.

“Okay well how about you quit gawking and let’s get going, yeah?” You said with a knowing smile, watching as he brought his hands up in defense, ready to argue that he most certainly was not gawking at you, before he gave up. He was, after all. There was no use in lying to you.

You took his hand, careful not to mess up the intricate makeup of his skeleton hands, as you walked out of the mansion, into the brisk October air. It felt so nice, and even a little chilly against your mostly bare skin. Maybe you should have brought a few more layers. No matter, you hopefully wouldn’t be out too long. 

A few kids ran by, and thanks to your costumes, didn’t recognize the two of you. Peter was the more well known of the two of you, but you had powers as well. Were just as much of a mutant as he was, even if you didn’t think your powers were as cool as his. 

You felt at times that your powers weren’t as helpful as the others. You had umbrakinesis. In simple terms, you could control and shape darkness and shadows. So you always seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of darkness. You hadn’t even realized your powers for most of your life, only really discovering and coming into them in the past three years. That’s when you had met Peter, and being two of the youngest members of the X-men, you bonded quickly to each other, becoming an annoying, inseparable duo.

Peter’s smile widened as he watched all the children running around laughing, going from door to door, knocking. 

“Do you really think this is gonna work, dude? I mean you don’t exactly look like a kid-“ You gestured to him, a quizzical look on your face.

Peter turned to you and grinned “oh no- I didn’t want to go trick or treating, I just had to find a way to get you dressed up. For my little surprise.” Before you could even open your mouth to reply, Peter sped you away with a quick fwip.

You clutched onto him tightly, burying your face in his chest as he sped down the street before stopping in front of a house completely decorated in Halloween attire. 

He set you down, gently rubbing your back, making sure you didn’t get sick from the speed. That happened quite often, and that’s why you hated when he sped you around places.

You shot him a deadly glance before looking at the house, ears catching the sound of faint music from inside, along with the sound of chatter. 

“What is this, Peter?” You asked, hands on your hips as you turned back around to face him, a shit eating grin on his face.

“A partayyyy” He began to walk towards the front door, a pep in his step as he looked over his shoulder at you “well come on, we don’t have all night.” 

You could not believe it. A party? Peter knew you hated being in large groups, or around people in general. You were very much a loner and a homebody, so for him to do this? What the fuck was he thinking…

You slowly followed him as he opened the door, the music and chatter getting much louder now that the sound barrier had broken between you. 

“Peter I don’t-“ you tried to start, but Peter was already walking in, beginning to talk to everyone around him. That’s something you never understood. How he could just start up a conversation with anyone around him. 

You made your way into the house, looking down at your feet as you felt eyes on you. You didn’t like this one bit, but you were already here so you might as well try and have some fun… yeah? 

You made your way down the hall that opened up into a kitchen. The house was nice, modern and homey. The decor was nice as well. Cobwebs and skeletons hanging off of every surface, a bubbling cauldron of punch sitting in the middle of the counter. 

You grabbed a cup and poured yourself some, taking a sip. Your nose curled in disgust as you just as quickly dumped the rest of the liquid in your cup down the sink, throwing the cup into the trash can. It tasted like ninety percent alcohol with like… ten percent juice or whatever was in there. Gross.

You looked around and saw some chocolate cupcakes with little candy skulls on them. They looked good, but you weren’t in the mood for them. Later you’d be thankful that you hadn’t eaten any of them.

You grabbed a handful of pretzels to snack on instead, looking around at the people in every corner of the house. You liked to people watch, so you decided to do that for a while and maybe by the time you were done Peter would be ready to leave as well.

A breeze swept past you, making your hair fly around wildly. Peter. He had swiped one of the cupcakes and just as quickly zoomed out of the kitchen. What a little shit, not even trying to hide who he was or what he could do. Sure, he was famous, but didn’t he get tired of people constantly watching him? Following him? Asking for pictures and autographs? It made you thankful that you weren’t more well known.  

You didn’t see Peter for most of the night, only seeing him grab a couple more cupcakes here and there. Where did he fit all that? You’d be so stuffed, not to mention the sickening sweet feeling that would come with eating that many cupcakes. Good lord.

You noticed how hot it had gotten in the house, the smell of sweat and bodies making you nearly nauseous. Not to mention the amount of people just… Making out everywhere. With absolutely no shame. Just totally going for it. Gross.

You’d had enough at this point, and went off to find Peter, finding him leaned against a wall, talking to what looked like a group of frat boys who were basically throwing themselves at the chance to talk to the Quicksilver.

You tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around, smiling down at you like the idiot he was. His makeup had smeared around his mouth and he had the remains of however many cupcakes he’d demolished on his lips. You shook your head but couldn’t help but to smile back at him.

“Can we leave now, Pete? It’s really hot in here and I’m feeling really uncomfortable.” You said, fanning your face as you looked around for an exit. Peter, sensing how uncomfortable you became, nodded almost instantly. You’d put up with enough for tonight. 

So he politely excused himself from the group of boys, telling them he’d see them around, before he followed you to the front door. An odd feeling was settling in Peter's stomach but he put it off as too many cupcakes. He had had almost six whole cupcakes, anyone would be sick after that.

You both exited the house, the sound of music and various chatter finally quieting. 

“And we’re walking. Normally.” You said before Peter could do anything stupid. 

He nodded, following after you as he looked you over once more, a heat forming in his belly as he began to get hot. Very hot. Unnaturally hot. He shrugged it off, trying not to think too much about it.

Jesus.. had you always looked this hot? Have your lips always looked this kissable? Peter felt like he was losing his mind to his own urges and he wanted to punch himself. What was going on with him?

You turned to look at him, your eyebrows furrowing in worry. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, making his skeleton makeup smudge and smear across his face, the intricate design long gone by now. He looked back at you with such intensity that if you didn’t know him so well, would have scared you.

“Peter, are you feeling okay? You look like shit-“ 

“Gee, thanks dude that’s nice-“ he chuckled, wiping some sweat from his bro, the face paint rubbing onto his arm. He grimaced a bit, his head spinning and all his eyes could seem to focus on, was you. Everything else faded out of focus, blood rushing to his ears as he stared at you hungrily.

You knew something was wrong the moment you laid your eyes on him after walking out of that party. You just didn’t know what was wrong. But you’d soon find out.

“Peter- Peter c’mon, let’s get you home and cleaned up. Something’s not right.” You said, beginning to practically drag Peter along, which wasn’t hard considering he was following you like a lost puppy dog.

You smelt so sweet and you looked like the most enticing treat Peter had seen all night. Even more so than those cupcakes. God. Those damn cupcakes. The root of all these problems. Now you two would have no idea until later than night. Much much later those weren’t normal cupcakes. They had been laced with some sort of chemical or plant or something that made you… Well to put it plainly, extremely horny. Like desperately if I don’t fuck I’ll die horny.

Peter felt light headed, following after you in a daze. You managed to somehow, by the grace of god, get him back into the mansion, bringing him up to your room. Maybe that had been a mistake, but he looked awful and you wanted to make sure he was somewhere where you could watch and attend to him until you figured out what was wrong and if it was serious or not.

Peter hated to admit it, always talking so confidently about his skills in bed, when realistically he was the biggest pillow princess there ever was. He was the most submissive, whiney thing, which you’d soon figure out as well. He also didn’t have much experience, having only had sex a handful of times in his almost thirty years of living. What a loser, he thought. 

You quickly closed the door behind you as you led him to sit on your bed, quickly going to your bathroom and wetting a cloth before coming right back to him. You gently wiped the makeup and cupcake crumbs off of his face. He sighed in relief at the feeling of the cold cloth, practically leaning his face into it, begging for more.

“Peter tell me what’s wrong, were you- Jesus were you drugged?” You asked, wondering how in the actual world this had happened. You’d never seen him like this in your nearly three years of friendship. 

“I feel fineeee-“ he slurred, grabbing onto your shoulder with a much too tight grip. You stared at him with wide eyes. “Peter what are you-“

“Mmm you feel so niceee- and warm- holy shit dude I’m so screwed-“ he said out loud, shaking his head slowly, his silver hair getting into his eyes as he huffed and quickly pushed it back with his hand.

“Peter I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong with you. Tell me, what did you have at the party? What did you drink?”

“Didn’t drink anything babe, totally only ate a few cupcakes. They were soooo good too.” He said, swaying back and forth as the heat burning in his stomach changed directions, going lower.

“You just had the cupcakes? Promise? Peter, you have to tell me if you’ve had anything else.” You urged, tilting his chin up with your thumb and pointer finger, watching as his eyes met your. His had begun to grow impossibly darker, pupils blown to absolute shit. He looked destroyed. 

“Anyone ever told you how beautiful you are babe?” It was hitting him all at once, all the sudden he doubled over, groaning as he held his stomach. And… Why did he suddenly have a hard on? He was just as confused as you were, plus embarrassed.

You looked him over, brows furrowed in complete confusion before they went to his hard on. Something clicked in your brain. Everyone at that damn party had eaten a cupcake except for you. And everyone’s sex drive seemed insatiable, all of them making out and grinding on each other anywhere in the house… What was in those cupcakes? Whatever it was seemed to be affecting Peter, maybe even more intensely than everyone else at the party considering he’d eaten a half dozen of the damned things. 

“Oh my god-“ you said with a quiet giggle, which caught Peter’s attention and made him frown. “What’s funny- oh fuckkk don’t laugh at me-“

“I’m not laughing at you Peter. I’m laughing because I think you ate something you weren’t supposed to. Have you ever heard of aphrodisiacs?”

“English please, I’m not that smart.” He whined, pouting his bottom lip dramatically. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “It’s some sort of chemical that makes you… well-“ you gestured to his hard on, which he wasn’t trying very hard to cover up. 

He followed your gaze to his lap and looked down, puzzled. “Hmm- when’d that happen-“ he said, doubling over as another wave of pain rushed through him. He felt like he was being stuck with pins and needles and it felt like absolute hell. He needed to find a way to stop.

“Please- god babe you gotta help me-“ he begged, reaching out for you. You backed up. You’d read about it, and these kinds of effects shouldn’t be this intense. Maybe it had something to do with his mutant powers? His body was trying to run through the aphrodisiacs but it had backfired? That was about the only explanation that came to mind.

“Peter I-“ you knew the only way to stop this was to give in. To let him do as he pleased. But could you really go through with that? Ruin a three year long friendship because Peter had been dumb and eaten six sex drug filled cupcakes? 

But the pained look on his face made you want to help him. Any way that you could. And to be honest, you had a little crush on him. Just a tiny little one. Okay… maybe a big one. A really big one. But who wouldn’t?! 

“Pleaseee” he whined pathetically, pawing at his hard on with a cry, eyes focused only on you. 

“I dunno why I’m doing this babe- please it hurts please help me, help yer friend, yeah?” He pleaded, tears filling his dark brown eyes.

“Okay.” Was all you said. Okay. You’d let this happen. You’d help him, because he was your best friend and you refused to see him in so much pain when you could help.

Peter nearly sobbed at your word, pulling you into a harsh kiss full of teeth and tongue as he practically devoured you, the taste of your lips absolutely intoxicating. You were like a drug, and he never wanted to recover from it.

You kissed back after a few moments, hands coming up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. The heat that was radiating off his body was totally crazy. Completely unnatural and it couldn’t feel good for him.

“Please- please touch me- I’ll do anything for ya- please?” He whined against your lips before he moved down to suck hickies into the fragile skin of your neck. He nipped the skin before actually fully biting down, causing you to cry out in surprise.

“Peter!” You squealed, trying to shove him off, but to no avail. He was much stronger than you.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry baby I’m so sorry I can’t help myself-“ He apologized furiously, pressing gentle kisses over the bite mark as an apology.

You gently rubbed his back and nodded in understanding. He was trying hard to control himself, and if you didn’t do something to help him soon, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold himself back.

“Shhh, it’s okay Peter, just- oh Pete-“ You gasped quietly as he began rutting against your thigh, his hard on somehow even hotter than the rest of his body, almost searing to the touch. He mewled at the friction, quickly shoving his hand into his pants for some sort of relief. This was so embarrassing and when he finally came back to his senses, he probably wouldn’t be able to even look you in the eye.

“Baby- Peter let me help you-“ you said carefully, removing his hand from his pants, replacing it with your own. It wasn’t hard for your hand to blindly find his dick. Not only was it searing hot to the touch, but it took up most of the space in his boxers.

The second your hand wrapped around his dick Peter swore this was what heaven must be like. Heaven was you. Your touch. The relief that surged through him caused a tear to actually slip from the corner of his eye, his breathing relaxing a bit as he gently thrust up into your hand.

“Ohwowthat-“ his words mixed together, eyes rolled into the back of his head as he weakly bucked up into your touch. You smiled a bit, seeing the relief wash through him, and god if touching him like this didn’t turn you on…

Your underwear became slick, and would soon probably show through your red leggings, but you weren’t worried about that right now. You were worried about Peter.

He got impossibly harder, twitching in your hand as his body seemed to buzz with pleasure. Like actually buzzing. He was moving so fast the edges of his body were blurred.

You swiped your thumb over the tip of his leaking cock, collecting the thick fluid there before smearing it down his cock. He yelped softly, bucking into the touch desperately before his body went rigid. You suddenly felt a lot more fluid and realized that he had cum. He’d just cum from you barely touching him. 

Peter flushed red with embarrassment, hiding his face away from you. He’d just blown his load in like two minutes in front of you and he wanted to crawl into a hole for the rest of time.

“Peter-“ you said gently, cupping his cheek “it’s okay really it is- I know how bad you needed that-“ Peter didn’t respond for several moments before he pounced on you, ripping off your bra, much to your dismay. You really liked that bra. Next he pulled your leggings down your legs and tossed them somewhere onto your floor.

“Peter!” You yelled in suprise, looking up at him with wide, confused eyes. “Peter what are you doing-“

You figured one release would be enough to satiate the need burning inside him, but boy were you so very very wrong.

Peter’s thumb connected with your covered clit, rubbing gentle circles against the slick fabric, grinning devilishly.

“Wanna taste you- no I gotta taste you- bet you taste so sweet- better than any stupid Halloween candy anyway-“ he spoke, ripping off your underwear and throwing it onto the growing pile of half ruined clothes that lay on the floor.

You arched up into his touch as his fingers parted your folds, nostrils flaring as he watched your slick coat his fingers. 

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your thigh. It was a small, but very sweet gesture before he dove into your core, eating you out like you were his last meal. He was a bit clumsy at first but soon got into a rhythm, his tongue dancing patterns along your clit, making you cry out in surprise. You gripped onto his stupid silver hair and tried to pull him closer. Peter could barely breathe and if this was his way to die? He’d be happy. Death by pussy. 

You were not expecting your Halloween to go this way, but you definitely weren’t upset with it. 

You felt your release growing, the feeling of his tongue lapping against you made you see stars. The way his nose so perfectly bumped against your clit made you want to scream. 

“Peter I’m-“ you choked out, and Peter, bless him, almost busted another load at realizing you were close. He kept the same pace he had been doing, thank god, and the feeling soon became too overwhelming. You gripped harder onto his hair as you came, your release covering his face as he moaned against you. He led you through it before pulling off of you, chin and lips absolutely soaked. You blushed with slight embarrassment as Peter licked his lips before taking off his shirt, wiping his chin off before pulling you into another kiss.

“Delicious. Ten out of ten would eat here again.”

“Peter!” You shouted, cheeks burning as you playfully smacked his shoulder. How did he always manage to ruin the moment? 

Peter chuckled as he leant back down to nip and kiss at the skin of your shoulder, his still clothed lower body grinding against your bare one.

“Mmm, I'm ready to go for round two if you are.” He whispered against your skin, practically drooling on you, and if it was anyone else besides him, you’d be disgusted. 

“Peter you’re drooling-“ there was a pause for a moment before he collected his saliva with his tongue, cleaning you off before a quiet ‘sorry’ slipped from his lips.

You reached down to cup his once again growling bulge which caused his breath to catch in his throat. 

“Yer gonna let me fuck you?” He asked, grinding against your hand, his mind running wild with the thought.

“Well duh, gotta see how fast you can go.” You grinned, eyebrows raising in a challenge.

“Oh I don’t know if you can handle how fast I can go. Might break ya.” He grinned, already moving to unfasten his pants and pull them off as quickly as humanly (mutantly?) possible. Which for him, was very fast. 

He was left in his already soaked boxers before he just threw those off too, revealing himself fully. And holy shit, was he big. Your mouth watered a bit at the sight and Peter blushed at your staring.

“Break me, Quicksilver.” That drove him absolutely crazy, maybe it was some weird kink he had, but you calling him quicksilver? Uh yes please.

He pulled you into another heated kiss, positioning himself at your entrance before he looked at you 

“Got a condom?” He asked, really praying you did because if you had to stop here, he thinks he’d drop dead.

You shook your head and Peter’s heart quite literally fell into his ass, until you continued.

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. It’s okay Peter.” You assured, placing your hand on his shoulders 

“Now would you fuck me? I’m not a virgin, you don’t have to be gentle.” You whispered against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

This had to be a dream. Was he dreaming? Was it Christmas morning? There was no way this was real. No way. 

He pushed into you, so gently despite your words, burying his face in the crook of your neck as a quiet sigh escaped his parted lips. It felt so good. Like too good and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. But neither were you. The leftover euphoria from your previous release made everything more intense and you could already feel the pleasure building up.

Peter began to fully fuck you, his hips slapping against yours, causing a deliciously inappropriate sound that hopefully no one else in the mansion could hear.

The bed creaked slightly as he thrust into you as outside little kids ran from house to house, getting enough candy to give them cavities. This was Peter's candy. His treat. 

“Oh f-fuck babe I’m not gonna last much longer- yer squeezing me so fuckin’ tight-“ he grunted, his thrusts becoming sloppy. He reached down to circle his thumb over your clit, causing your pleasure to intensify tenfold. 

Suddenly you were right there with him, about to tip over the edge.

It was the best, but also most special sex you’d ever had. It was full of so much love, as well as want. Peter’s body buzzed more, his cock quite literally vibrating inside you. He was like a human vibrator, and you’d definitely explore that more at a later time.

You held onto his shoulder as he fucked you “fuck baby cum for me, cum for me so I can pull out-“ he groaned, trying so hard to hold out for you and your pleasure.

You chuckled, which caught him by surprise. Why were you laughing?

“Peter- you can cum inside. I’m on the pill. Please. Give it to me.” With the comfort of knowing that, the chance to actually cum inside you made him go feral. His thrusts sped up and just as you fell over the edge, he did too. Your releases mixing together and his cum shooting deep inside you, making you feel warm and dizzy. 

He nearly collapsed onto you, pulling out of you and falling next to you, as he wrapped you up in his arms. He closed his eyes, his labored breathing as well as your own the only sound to be heard in the room. 

It wasn’t how you had planned to spend your Halloween, but god was it so much better than anything you could have ever thought of.

Peter drifted to sleep soon after, but not before whispering about how you were the best treat he’d had all night.

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Crush On An Archer PT.4

Kate Bishop X f!reader

a/n: Honestly, I know I took forever to write this but I'm proud of myself for coming back and doing it haha. We all know how I can be when I fall off the writing wagon for a bit. Anyways, I think this part was pretty good! Let me know what you think! For those of you asking, there will probably be one to two more parts after this. Most likely one but we'll see if I change my mind. Happy writing!

Word count: 2250

Warnings: Not proofread, drinking

Waiting for 7pm too roll around felt like weeks. You tried watching tv, scrolling tiktok, literally anything to pass the time. You ended up settling on taking a nap to make time move quicker and so you’d have no problems this time staying up a little later. Your alarm goes off at 5:30 and you get up to get ready. You settled on some beige shorts with a black tshirt and a fitted cap to match the shorts. You threw on your chain and rings and hit yourself with a mist of your cologne before you were ready to head out. You had about 40 minutes until 7 when all of a sudden your phone went off. 

“Hey any chance you could come to mine for 7 instead? I ended up having to host the pre game. Sorry about the inconvenience.” Kate said in a text. 

“Sure omw in 10.”

Kate dropped you a pin with her location as a reminder of where she lived and you started to head over. 

Despite the constant texting and good amount of time spent together so far, you couldn’t help but be nervous. You don’t drink often and when you do secrets spill so who knows how this is going to go. You send her a text saying you’re close and as you walk up the steps to her front door the door swings open and there’s Kate with open arms and clearly already tipsy. 

“Y/N!!!!!” She says as her arms wrap around you and her body weight almost completely falls onto you. You’re practically holding her up until she finds her footing. She looked gorgeous. Her hair was down, she was wearing this beige tank top style shirt that was tight to her body with super high cut black shorts. You were practically drooling. 

“It is SO good to see you. Let’s get you a drink. We’re playing some games.”

You walked into her house and around the corner there were about 10 other girls some of them you recognized from the team some you didn’t. 

Kate quickly did a run down of who everyone was in the room for you while cracking a vodka soda for you and handing it off. 

“Do you know the rules of flip cup?”

“Yeah I think so.”

“Want to watch us play one round then join in?”

“Yeah absolutely.”

You sat there and watching a bunch of drunk girls playing flip cup but honestly your eyes were stuck on her. Fuck she was absolutely gorgeous. Her smile felt like it was lighting up the entire room. Every feature on her face was your favorite. Your heart was just melting looking at her and she had no idea. 

“Y/n??” You zone back in. 

“Yeah sorry?”

“You saw how to play. Think you’re ready to join now?”

“Yeah absolutely.”

You played a couple of different drinking games that Kate walked you through for about an hour and a half and had a pretty strong buzz going when one of the girls announced that the party you were going to go to got shut down. 

“Well it’s not too late, we could always just go to the bars instead?” Kate says. 

Everyone nodded in agreement, you were honestly a little relieved because house parties weren’t so much your thing. A bunch of the girls went to touch up their makeup while you waited by the door ready to go. Kate walked over to you and waited with you, of course she’s so naturally gorgeous that she wears practically no makeup. 

“I hope you’re having fun!! I know you don’t typically do this sort of stuff.” She says. 

“I am yeah I’m excited to go to the bar too.”

“Good.” She says with a soft smile as you two stay making eye contact in this dark entrance to the apartment. 

“C'mon you two let’s get going.” One of the girls says as she stumbled between the two of you bringing you back down to earth. 

Everyone was ready to go and you all started walking towards the strip of road with about 5 different clubs and bars on it. Luckily, Kate’s place wasn’t far at all from the area so it was only a short 8 minute walk. After IDs were checked you all headed in, the music was blaring, drunk people dancing, yes you absolutely felt over stimulated and were trying to keep your cool. 

Kate looks over at you and sees the concerned look on your face. She grabs your hand with hers and motions towards the bar with her head. “C’mon let’s go get a drink” is what you think came out of her mouth but it's practically too loud to tell. 

Kate orders the two of you a shot and a vodka cran each as the bartender makes eyes at her, you can feel her grip tighten. 

“Thank you!” you try to yell over the music as she hands you your drinks.

Kate winks at you as you cheers your shots, tap them on the table and throw them back.

“Let’s go dance!” She screams over the music. Her free hand grabs yours again and pulls you to the front of the dance floor right in front of the DJ. The two of you bump into some of the girls you came here with who are so unbelievably plastered they had absolutely no shame in dancing any which way. You however felt shy, although there was copious amounts of liquor coursing through your body you were still sober enough to be nervous. That or the nerves were so bad they were sobering you up. You decide to down your other drink for courage and try your best at dancing. Kate was a natural, she went out with these girls all the time, they practically all had a dance routine created based only on their time drunk dancing in bars. Your second drink was starting to hit a little harder than expected so the nerves were settling and you felt like you could relax and have a little bit of fun. Was the room spinning? Yes. But it was spinning in the best way possible.

You and Kate were jumping around having an amazing time screaming the lyrics to whatever Taylor Swift song the DJ queued up (there were a LOT) when all of a sudden you saw all the emotion drop off her face. She got real quiet and started to stand a little behind you. You look at her confused as you follow her eyeline three people down to a guy who just walked up with his friends. Fuck.

“Kate? Everything okay?”

“no”

“What’s going on?”

“I just haven’t seen my ex since we broke up. I know it was inevitable with us living in the same town and going to the same school and everything but it still took me off guard.”

“Did you want to leave?”

“--fuck no. He doesn’t own the bar. I’m not going to ruin my night just because his dumb ass showed up.”

You see the guy she’s looking at make eye contact with Kate. Fuck is he walking over here?

Kate’s fingers are entangled in yours as she clutches onto your hand behind her back. 

“Hello ladies.”

ick.

“Why are you over here?”

“Woah Kate, no need to be so hostile. I just wanted to come say hi. Why don’t you introduce me to your little friend?”

You could see fire lighting behind Kate’s eyes. She quickly squeezed your hand twice and pulled you around in front to reveal your hands locked together.

“Girlfriend actually.” Kate says confidently as she releases your hand and puts her arm around your shoulders. Your arm naturally fell to her waist and your heart was beating a mile a minute as your hand gripped around her side. 

His eyebrows raise as the two of you hold each other. “Yeah…okay…sure.” He says. 

“I don’t know who you are but you’re making my girl very uncomfortable so I think it’s time you go.” You say with the most fake but hopefully believable confident tone. 

““Your girl” yeah?” he says with air quotes. 

You just raise your eyebrows in response. He scoffs, looks at the two of you back and forth and walks away. A huge sigh of relief comes out of your mouth as you watch him walk away. No way would that have been possible without the amount of liquid courage you downed just beforehand. You snap back into reality as you feel a kiss planted on your cheek. Your eyes widen and your face more beet red than it already was turns and looks at Kate. 

“You were GREAT thank you so much for playing along with me.”

You got a kiss on the cheek, holding hands, arm around her waist. Why did you feel so shitty? Why did it feel like your heart fell out of your ass to then get trampled on? 

You managed to crack a smile out as your eyes looked at Kate with lust and love and how all you wanted was for it to be true while she seemed obliviously happy that it was just you two again.

Her friends came back over to you guys after getting more drinks and Kate told them what just happened as you stood there still trying to process it all and how you felt. The rest of the night felt hazy, you tried to dance with Kate and her friends but fuck all you felt was out of it. That whole thing really fucked you and your night up and it never improved. 

You check your watch, “1:27am”

“Hey Kate, I think I’m going to go home, I’m feeling pretty tired.”

A frown comes across Kate’s face when you say you’re leaving. “Okay…but I’m walking you, I don’t want you walking alone at night.” She says. 

“No, it’s not a big deal, stay with your friends.”

“No y/n, I’m walking you home, you have no say in this.”

You let out a small chuckle and agree as Kate turns around and says bye to all her friends. 

The two of you push your way through the crowd and manage to make it outside and damn fresh air never felt so good. 

“So…how was your first night out experience?”

“I had a pretty good time, yeah.”

“So glad to hear it! I hope you come out with us again soon.”

“Yeah for sure.”

The two of you talked about all sorts of different stuff on your walk home, school, friends, archery, you had some laughs but for the most part you were still feeling really weird about everything that happened earlier and you weren’t doing a very good job at hiding it. 

“Thanks for walking me home…but now I’m worried about you walking home alone.” You say with a chuckle. 

“It’s okay, I can call an Uber.” Kate responds. “Uh…y/n..can we talk about something for a sec?”

“Yeah for sure what’s up?” Fuck. You can feel your heart racing again.

“Are we good?”

“Yeah of course, why do you ask?”

“I don’t know, it’s just I felt like we were having a really good time and then after my ex came over and that whole thing you seemed really off the rest of the night.”

Fuck. What do you say? Do you tell her you have feelings for her? Do you shrug it off? One of those sounds a lot easier than the other.

“Yeah! No, yeah of course we are good. Yeah that whole thing was definitely weird but there was no issue.” You say with the fakest smile ever. At this point you were worried she could hear your heart racing.

“You know if there are ever any issues you can tell me right? Like if I crossed a line or something, just be honest.” She says as she takes a step closer to you. 

“Yeah of course. No issues here.”

“Okay good. Because I have really enjoyed getting to know you and I love the friendship that we have…”

Is she just saying that to make it abundantly clear that we are only friends and will only ever be friends?

“...or whatever else we have too.”

You felt a lump get caught in your throat as your eyes were making lingering contact. Heart thumping so loud you can feel it in your eardrums. Your eyes were scanning her face, fuck all you wanted to do was grab her face pull it in and kiss her. Your body is just full of adrenaline, it's practically shaking out of you when all of a sudden you tune back in. 

“Yeah, I love our friendship too.” You say with a big goofy smile and take a small step back from her. 

What the fuck was that?

Kate’s face was fighting back every emotion it was feeling. Struggle was painted across it. She clearly had something to confess that she practically did but you are such a big pussy that pushing her back and away was the only thing you could do. 

“I should um get some sleep.” You say. “Text me when you get home safe?”

“Sure– uh– yeah.” Kate says looking confused as you start backing up towards your door and walk through it. Back against the wall as your head tips back in frustration trying to figure out why the fuck you would do that. 

– End of PT. 4 –

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[glystenangel]

the dark of night & the light of day✨

ServiceDom!Getou x PillowPrincess&Afab!Reader (Historical AU)

Series Summary: getou isn't the caring type, but he can be for you

Chapters: 2/3

Chapter Summary: getou can't sleep, but he finds out he's not alone in that

Status: Completed

Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI, here we gooooo, seggs😔, fingering, pussydrunk!getou, teasing, degradation + praise, getou being a smug lil phuck, penetrative & unprotected sex, cum eating, "just the tip", cockwarming, stockholm syndrome, d/s, cussing, etc etc.

~2.6k

thanks for reading and enjoy<3

Ch. 2 - Obsession & Imagination

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Embarrassment is what he should have felt while lightly knocking on your door in the middle of the night and panting from stress, but the only thing coursing through his veins is suppressed agitation at how long you’re taking.

He cracks his neck with a sigh, he knows he’s being irrational.

But, you couldn’t have been that deep of a sleeper.

Getou raises his fist again to knock, and his hand stops millimeters before the wooden surface when he hears it.

A moan.

Your angelic, sweet little moan.

It’s almost so imperceptible of a sound that he may have missed it, had he not been waiting for some semblance of you being awake. 

As if in perfect timing, he hears a louder one.

And it’s his name.

Not one thing could distract Getou from his initial motivation more than that. The door gives away under his palms, and his haughty gaze meets your glazed one as you look up in surprise at Getou’s presence in your doorway.

The sight of you, disheveled and quietly panting under your breath as a hand is delicately poised between your nearly bare, widespread legs, is absolutely maddening. Getou couldn’t decide if he had been cursed or blessed by the vision before him.

Examining your bashful expression and the way your sleeping gown petals around your thighs, he accepts that it may be a bit of both.

For a moment, all you can hear is each other’s stunned breathing.

Then, Getou cautiously slides the paper door shut behind him, and a satisfied smirk comes across his features when he feels it click into the doorframe behind his fingertips. Upon pulling his hand away, he faintly recognizes the slight tremor running through him as excitement.

“Am I interrupting something important?” His voice is a rich velvet sugared with mocking.

You shake your head and try to close your legs together, “N-no, master.”

He allows his knees to nestle into the cushiony surface of your futon with a sneer.

“You’re not a good liar at all. Though that doesn’t surprise me.” 

Despite his coarse words, Getou barely resists touching you, choosing to tap at a spot by your calf.

“You were calling for me. Tell me why.” He states simply, matter of fact with a noticeable tightness in his throat.

You seem to consider the statement, jutting your chin up to part your lips and speak when Getou narrows his eyes.

“Don’t try to lie to me either. It won’t work.”

A battle seems to ensue in your mind, and Getou allows the silence to tense before you mumble, “I was imagining something. Something with you in it. I’m sorry.”

Shame dusts your confession, but oh is it delicious to Getou’s ears.

The war hardened man doesn’t take his eyes off of you for a second, and a cute whimper escapes your throat when he wraps a hand around each ankle to tug you down to the end of the futon.

“And now?” 

The same pleading look from when you first met dowses your features, an expression both tempting and tragic.

“I’m afraid I might be imagining even more.”

All air leaves his chest, and Getou then drags his fixed stare to the obvious wet sheen forming between your legs. Your wanton fluids are heavy and thick there, and drool pools underneath his tongue at finding further evidence of your attempted masturbation session. Even when you try to cover your arousal, Getou gently moves your hands aside.

He trails his hands up your legs, and he uses the back of his knuckles on one hand to stroke over your puffed up pussy.

“Were you having fun then? Playing with yourself like that?”

You don’t even have a chance to answer, as he hooks his fingers into the center of your panties and tugs down, hard.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you stop. Did I ruin the mood?” Getou tilts his head, relishing your delighted gasp when he slides two fingers over your tender folds. 

“Looks like I didn’t at all.” He confirms in a whisper, voice brimming with awe.

Playing with your slick, he swirls the heady precum all over, experimentally pressing and rubbing the pads of his fingers all over your entrance. He likes the way you squirm your hips and arch your back to catch his fingers where you want him the most. 

“You heard me knocking didn’t you? Knew I’d come in and see you like this. You’re a pervert, huh? It’s cute. I like it.” Getou’s increasingly staggered breaths hit your wobbly bottom lip as he starts pushing a finger in.

He doesn’t know what kind of response you’ll have, but he’s willing to find out.

“You’re so wet. Fucking filthy. What’s the matter? Something happen? Hm?”

Getou sinks his finger further in, and when he’s knuckle deep inside of you he nearly chokes when you squeeze yourself around the pale digit. You feel tight and warm.

A shaky breath leaves him as he pulls his finger out, the memory of your pussy around it making him desperate enough to push in another finger before he begins gliding them in and out at a consistent speed.

“G-Getou. Ng, ah!”

At your whine, he pauses. He liked the noise you just made, and he wonders if he can make you do it again. He swirls the tips of his fingers upwards, brushing against the same spot that made you moan out in pleasure.

“Feeling is so much better than imagining, isn’t it?”

Your eyes are fixated on his, and you weakly pinch the clothing over his chest between your knuckles.

“It is, it is.”

“You like it here?” He nudges his nose against yours, looks at your eyes intently as they lose focus.

“Y-yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes!” Your words devolve into stuttered cries as Getou speeds up, his fingers dipping into your core more and more rapidly.

Your mouth falls open and he can feel you twitching erratically around his appendages, it’s so good.

“Dirty girl. I’ll give you exactly what you want.” He mutters, and all you can do is wordlessly open your mouth as your hips buck into his busy hand.

You’re beautiful like that, he thinks to himself, eyebrows scrunched together and tongue freely lolling out with drippy spit from his fingers vigorously fucking into your wet hole. 

He couldn’t wait to make you even more beautiful, to make you cum right in his palm. Getou got a sick sense of pride from seeing you in such a vulnerable state, and knowing that it was because of him and him alone.

Your legs are shaking now, and a high pitched squeal escapes you as you cum splatters on his fingers. Getou shoves every drop back in, and you cry out from the sting of aftershocks as he slaps the creamy substance over your entrance.

As you calm down from your high, Getou kneels lower into the middle of your widespread legs to observe your face closely, drinking in your shudders and the remaining mewls stuck in your throat. He doesn’t want to admit he’s captivated by the tears resting on your eyelashes, the indistinct breaths dewed with moisture. 

The damp darkness of your tongue behind your lips is barely visible, so he reaches his fingers in, shuddering when you dazedly run the crude point of your tongue along his knuckles. Then you start automatically sucking on the appendages, frothy spit pooling between Geto’s fingers and dribbling down your chin. 

He bites the inside of his cheek, slowly reaching down to undo the tented fabric of his pants and undergarments. 

As soon as the leaking tip of his cock catches on the cool air of your room, he rolls his shoulders back and slips his fingers out from your mouth.

He looks at the clear, lusty bubbles of saliva running over the lines of his palm, and then uses it to smear the liquid-your liquid- over the sides and tip of his hardened cock.

“You can help me now.” Getou says with a barely concealed groan, “I need more.”

You nod, obedient as ever, and Getou adores the way your bottom lip is already indented from you biting down on it.

He lowers his hips, and smirks when he seats his cock on top of your soaked pussy. You manage to stay still, though he doesn’t fail to notice the way your breathing falters and your pussy folds pulse in an overly eager attempt to pull him in faster. The diffused breaths swim over the swells of your chest, raising goosebumps there and making your stomach rise and fall erratically. You could definitely fit him entirely. He wonders how you’ll take him. Though he supposes he should only do the tip, he was probably already going too fast.

At that thought, Getou places a hand on your stomach, “Look at me.”

You trail your heady stare up from his wrist to his forearm, and then to his shoulder and finally the tense expression on his face.

“You can touch me.” He finds himself saying, though he almost doesn’t recognize his own voice. 

It’s raspy and commanding, but with an undercurrent of desperation he’s not used to when giving orders.

A hesitant blink of your eyes, and then you reach down to close your fist around the tip of his cock. You press your forefinger to the tip of your thumb, rotating it and biting your lip when his precum spills out from your touch. It collects in the folds of your fingers, transparent and glistening. Steadily, you explore the entire length, and all Getou can do is tighten his abdominal muscles until he can’t accept the sensation of only your hand anymore.

“Okay,” Getou asserts, in that rough voice he slowly begins to accept as his, “Let me put it in.”

You let go, lapping up the remaining fluid and meeting his gaze when you finish. The reciprocated want in your eyes makes his stomach twitch.

Getou maintains the eye to eye connection, using his other hand to hold your hip as he lines up his cock up to your entrance before finally pushing in the flared head of his cock.

Both of you simultaneously moan out a foul noise that becomes permanently etched into Geto’s brain.

You feel good. Better than good. You feel like good fucking pussy. The best fucking pussy he ever felt.

That couldn’t be though. Getou leans his hips back, fighting every instinct to envelope the thudding tip of his cock back in until the precum oozing out of its slit is visible again.

The curve of his tanned cock is rigid, the adrenaline surging through him obvious from the substantially thick veins wrapping around his girth. He lets the veins get coated with your excitement as he prods at your entrance, following the folds of your center with the hungry end of his dick. The squish of your sex is audible, along with your heightened breaths.

It’s so good. 

Getou can sense the drool under his tongue and the sheer pleasure thickly stuck between his thighs.

It’s so good. It’s so good.

“I’m putting more in.” He confesses, already breathless as he keenly hunches over and clasps your hands in his.

You nod, eyes squeezed closed, but immediately intertwine his fingers with your own.

Getou restrains himself as much as possible, a drawn out groan leaving him as he sinks halfway into your sopping walls.

It’s not enough.

He bucks his hips, the section of cock he doesn’t allow to be engulfed by your wetness becoming smaller and smaller. Control becomes less of a priority as your mouth drops open with heady gasps.

Too good. The best. 

Getou grinds into your hips to force himself to pause for a moment, but it only makes him lose further focus.

Then, he feels your nails lightly digging into his shoulder blades, and your whisper hot in his ear.

“More. All of it. Please, Getou.”

Fuck.

Without another thought Getou plunges his cock completely in, and when he does he can’t fathom how he ever assumed he could resist. The sloppy, gummy squeeze of your sex is deliciously slick and dripping all over his dick. 

“Yeah? You like that, pretty girl?”

You can’t answer, lips parted silently and brows knitted together.

Thoughts no longer flood his mind, carnal need taking over as he starts fucking you like he wants to. Like he’s always wanted to, he acknowledges. Fast, deep, and hard.

The entire act is indescribably lewd, and the squelching of your cunt around Getou has him going insane. He fucking loves it. He loves you for letting him fuck you into the mattress and opening your pretty little pussy up to him. 

He thrusts deeper in, hammering into you with heated swears that you repeat back in nonsensical mewls. Getou can’t believe that you haven’t climaxed again yet, it was at least two or three times for him by now, though he wasn’t so far gone that he failed to notice your satisfaction plateauing. Didn’t you know how much he needed your cum on his cock? He must not have been doing a good enough job. 

That wasn’t going to happen ever again.

He reaches down and starts rubbing at your clit, noting how your body jolts from his touch there and how you tighten around him as he continues devoting loving attention to the swollen bud. The frenzy of movement is urgent, and your back arches higher from the added friction.

You’re delirious underneath him, and even when your vision clouds with bliss and you finally cum, he doesn’t stop until you’re screaming from the waves of pleasure hitting you over and over again. Wild want drives Getou, his hips and hand failing to cease as his cock swims through your syrupy wetness. 

He wants you to keep cumming, wants so badly to ensure that he’s giving you the best fuck of your life as he mindlessly drives his dick forward over and over again.

The entire room rattles as he rams his cock inside you, your pussy stuttering around his cock as you try not to whimper into the distracted kisses you give him.

Once you can’t take it anymore, you clutch at Getou’s wrist with both of your hands to get him to stop. As soon as he feels your tremulous plead, he slows down, dragging his cock to a stop. 

“Okay, it’s okay.” He exhales, voice soft to acknowledge your overstimulated state. 

Getou bites his lip at your pussy throbbing dully around him, but he knows you’re exhausted and he wants to be certain that you’re well rested for tomorrow. He wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly himself knowing if he was selfish and didn’t put your desires first. After all, you always did as he said, so he should extend you the same grace.

He keeps his cock in place, but doesn’t move aside from shifting you to lay on his chest. He just likes the feeling of you wrapped around him. 

“I’ll stop. Don’t worry.” His whisper is a feather on your cheek, and he kisses the top of your head with greater affection than he realized he had for you.

Maybe he was in love.

“Thank you, master.” You kiss his cheek and serenely tuck your face against his neck, your quivering breaths eventually loosening into sleepy nothings.

Getou laces his hands behind your waist, snuggling into your warmth and deeply inhaling your scent. He can feel your heart beating against his chest, your relaxed rhythm matching his own. When he closes his eyes, he can hardly distinguish your heartbeat from his. It feels the same, like you share one heart.

“Fuck.” He grumbles.

He is in love.

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End Notes:

had to get this out of my system after seeing him in that slutty red hawaiian shirt for the 1894584 billionth time yk the one🙄❤️

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[reds-skull]

Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART] [AO3]

I'll make a separate post for all of my thoughts (because I have a lot), but I'd like to thank all of you. This has been such an amazing experience, being able to tell a story from start to end. This has been a lot of firsts for me, first fic, first serious writing, first time I reach the end of any long form story I made.

Each and every one of you reading, liking, reblogging and commenting made this ride that more enjoyable.

Now, it's time we finish it, with the longest chapter yet.

Its name on AO3 will be "Together."

All that could be heard in the small room were crackling flames. For a while, they just stared at each other.

“Revenants of light, huh…” Johnny whispers, fingers gently caressing Simon’s hand. He scoffs in disbelief, “I can’t believe we actually did it…”

Simon sinks into the flames hugging his skin, “did what?”

“Broke that prophecy. Lived. Fuckin’ created a new Reaper.” Johnny’s eyes shine, his voice full of reverence, “you think this was… a new deal?”

Heat strikes down, deep in his chest. “It would make sense… new Reaper, new powers…” Simon trails off.

“New death.” Johnny grins lopsidedly, “looks like yer stuck with me ‘till the end, LT.”

“Till death do us apart, Johnny?”

His Sergeant laughs brightly, Simon grinning like an idiot under the mask. Johnny takes his other hand in his, donning a more serious expression.

“Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone.” he recites slowly, eyes not moving from his. Simon inhales sharply.

“I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.” his heart beats like a war drum, strong and heavy. 

“Johnny…” he doesn’t recognize the lines, but the meaning expands beyond cultures.

“I give ye my Spirit,” he lifts a hand to cup Simon’s cheek, “’til our Life shall be Done.”

Simon leans in, resting his forehead on Johnny’s, chuckling in incredulity, “you’re fuckin’ mental, Sergeant.”

The Scot hums, nudging his head, “thought ye knew that already, mo chridhe.”

Fuckin’ hell, his heart won’t stop beating so loudly. Simon knows Johnny was half joking but…

But still his heart strives to etch the words into his rib cage. A vow seared into their very flesh, marked by forces beyond their comprehension.

An oath, so powerful it joins not only their lives, but the lives of otherworldly horrors, being who do not care for such things as human connection.

And yet, it is that very thing that changed the course of destiny, in a way not even Reapers could predict.

Simon leans close, to the man he calls home, a hearth to never be extinguished.

And he feels safe. He feels… complete.

When they finally leave the room, the air outside is considerably colder. The safe house is quiet, in a way it can’t be, for the amount of soldiers it contained before Johnny dragged Ghost away.

He catches the attention of a passing Vaquero, and the man tells him most have left for the base, as it was liberated once Graves died. He also informs them their teammates are waiting outside by the vehicles.

Price and Garrick smile at them knowingly when they reach the armored truck.

“Bloody hell, finally! What took you two so long??” Gaz kicks off the side of the truck to scowl at them.

Ghost squints, face heating up, “none of yours, Sergeant.”

Gaz opens his mouth, but Price pats his back, “we can argue in the damn car. I need a fuckin’ shower.”

The Sergeant instantly forgets his previous grievances, and floats away to the passenger sit, “oh fuck yeah! I’m drooling just thinking about the bunks. You think Rudy would make us tea again if we ask really nicely?”

Soap swings the door open while shaking his head, muttering, “feckin’ Brits and their shite tea…”

Ghost slides besides him and cuffs him over the warhawk, “you better respect Parra’s tea in this car, Sergeant.”

Johnny rolls his eyes, unable to stop the smirk spreading on his lips, “what are ye gonna do? Report me to the king?”

“You little…” Ghost starts wrestling his Sergeant in the back sits, Price sighing deeply and turning the ignition.

When Soap somehow manages to kick the Captain’s headrest, jostling his hat dangerously, Price turns to glare at the two of them.

“You stop that, or I’m leaving you on the side of the road.”

They both immediately freeze, “sorry Captain.” Soap mumbles.

The truck is left parked between the others already on base, and the taskforce makes its way to the barracks.

Rudy finds them after a shower, smiling, “hermanos. Feeling better?”

Garrick is still drying his hair with a towel, “feel fuckin’ human, brother.”

Alejandro rounds the corner, laughing, “Rudy got something even better than a shower.”

“What’s that?” Soap asks. Price’s eyes fill with wonder, and Ghost already knows the answer.

Alejandro swings an arm around the Sergeant Major, “how does ‘Parra’s infamous tea’ sound like?”

Gaz cheers, floating up a few inches, while Soap grumbles disappointingly, “sounds like bloody heaven, Rodolfo!” Garrick reaches to pull the Vaquero into a hug, “thank you!!!”

Rudy pats the Sergeant, laughing, “it’s nothing, hermano. A little thanks for all of you, for helping us with Graves.” he looks over at Ghost, the two sharing a nod of mutual understanding.

Soap pouts, “feckin’ tea though…?”

Alejandro smirks confidently, “we also got some… shortbread, you call it?”

Now that puts a spark in Johnny’s eyes, “ye all are saints, Alejandro.”

The Colonel laughs loudly. 

They meet Commander Karim and Keller on their way out, duffle bags slung over their shoulders.

Farah smiles warmly at the Captain, “ah, Price. Glad I could find you before we leave.”

“You’re already going back to Urzikstan?”

The American sighs, “yep. The Vaqueros volunteered to search for any of our people, but currently we need to go back to protecting whoever we still have.”

“Graves may be dead, but this is far from over.” Farah looks over the serene hills surrounding the base, “as much as I want to get Shepherd, I cannot let myself be blinded by revenge.”

Ghost understands the sentiment. Revenge is a fuel, what you put it into could make or break your reality. “When we find him, we’ll make sure you’re there to take it.”

Farah nods, perceptive eyes landing on his, “I appreciate it, Lieutenant.” she turns to the rest, “thank you for everything. God willing, we will meet on better times.”

Price wraps a hand around her shoulder, making Ghost realize just how small the Commander is compared to him, “stay safe, Farah.” he winks at Alex, “make sure she takes breaks from time to time, will you?”

Keller laughs, “you know not even I can do that. Cya around, Cap.”

As the two walk away, Garrick mumbles, “think they’ll be alright without Graves supporting them?”

Price sighs wearily, eyes somber as they track Farah and Alex’s form, “they’ll have to be.”

They say their goodbyes to the Vaqueros, with a hopeful note to work together in the future, and get ready to board a plane to England. After a few hours, where the team took time to fix their undoubtably horrid stench and growling stomachs, and got to sleep (Soap dragged him to a sofa to nap, and Ghost will forever deny it was the best sleep of his life), Laswell called.

Ghost initially prayed they’re not being sent to another mission, in a way he never did. To his credit, the last few months were absurd.

She didn’t contact them for work, instead inviting them to stop by for a drink before they all leave for the UK. The promise of a good drink had them instantly agree.

The flight is spent mostly sleeping, again, as they were all incredibly tired, bone deep fatigue, emotionally and physically.

Garrick made sure to make his annoyingly aching shoulder everyone’s problem, complaining he couldn’t find a good position to rest in, until the Captain showed mercy and let him float around the cabin, leg held fast by Price.

Kate greets them warmly in a little bar hidden within Chicago’s winding alleys. Their drinks have been ordered beforehand, and everyone makes their gratitude known by taking a sip and melting into the bar sits.

Laswell smiles knowingly, letting them relax before starting, “this has been quite a ride for you boys, huh?”

Price sighs, “you can say it again.”

The CIA agent shakes her head morosely, “they got past us.”

“Well, they had a head start.” the Captain lifts his drink, “to cutting heads off snakes.”

Laswell clinks her cup with his. Ghost joins their conversation while they take the toast, “any sign of Shepherd?”

The woman puts the drink back on the counter, “totally off the grid.”

Gaz looks down at his whisky, frowning in conviction, “we’ll find him.”

“No,” Laswell answers, Garrick locking eyes with her, “we’ve got bigger fish.” she glances at Soap, “I did some digging on the Russian experiments.”

“That’s a dirty job if I’ve heard one”, Price mutters under his breath.

“Ultra-nationalists are after the fabled ‘revenant-killer’, John.” Price shakes his head minutely at the words.

“Kate,” he says lowly, “this is over.” almost begging her to let his boys rest.

“No. It’s not.” she ignores his pleas, as do all Reapers above and below. “They’re working with someone new.”

She pulls out a picture and shows it to Price, his expression instantly morphing into shock, and then cold rage.

Ghost tries to ask the Captain what he’s seeing, but he doesn’t need to.

Price points at the photo, “...he’s not new.” and passes it to Gaz.

Garrick’s brows furrow at it, glancing at the Captain questioningly before passing it over to Johnny.

Soap takes one look at the image, his smile lines deepening as his fingers singe the edges of the photo.

He slides it to Ghost, hand lingering, eyes full of uncertainty.

Ghost flips the picture, and his heart hardens.

“Who is he?” Laswell asks Price.

The Captain leans in to almost whisper, “Makarov.”

Laswell tilts her head, and Price continues to talk in their minds, “the Kastovian deserter, Konchar? He didn’t leave the military for no reason.”

Flames crackle threateningly under the bar, Ghost sliding a hand over white fire.

“He worked for Makarov?” Soap growls.

Price nods, “your Reaping took his work years back, but if what Laswell says is true…”

“He’s back.” Ghost finishes.

Johnny’s hand squeezes his, and they make eye contact.

It’s never really over, is it? Some say they’ll rest when they’re dead. Their harsh reality is that they’re not even granted that.

Blue eyes reflecting flames, as well as one floating man with a warm smile, and a reassuring voice in his mind, promise him that while yes, they may never rest, it does not mean they’ll fight alone.

Together, until death, as it brought them to each other, takes them away.

Soap is furious. They leave the bar not soon after, his Sergeant walking away as they say their farewells to Laswell.

On the flight back, he’s all uncontrollable energy, waiting for ignition to blow up. 

Ghost, after 20 minutes of watching Johnny bounce his leg enough to wear a hole through the damn floor, places a hand to stop his movements.

“Talk to me, Johnny.”

Soap’s eyes stay full of rage for only a moment, before softening, “I’m thinking… maybe it wasn’t coincidence that me and Konchar were in Verdansk at the same time.”

Ghost hums for him to continue, drawing nonsense patterns on his thigh.

“What if I was an experiment, Simon?” Johnny looks away, his eyes fogging with memories, “what if Makarov knew Konchar had to kill me to live, and wanted to see if I could. If I was destined to be a revenant killer?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Ghost grounds. Johnny looks unconvinced, so he continues, “whatever you were destined to be… you’re not it anymore. We’re both changed men.”

Johnny stares at him with more emotions than Simon can contain, reverence and trust and… something he can’t name.

“You… how could I tell you how much I adore you?”

Simon’s heart, gut and head, all line in decision for once in his life. 

Actions speak louder than words, he remembers. And so, he rolls up the mask up above his brows, and leans in.

Gently taking hold of Soap’s nape, he directs his head to his face, pressing a touch of lips to his temple.

Simon whispers in his ear, “I already know. I look at you, and I can’t explain what it does to me. What you do to me, love.”

Johnny closes his eyes, inhaling deeply. He looks almost conflicted, but the creases smooth over when Simon brushes lips over them.

“You mean everything.”

Price ordered him to his office the moment Ghost stepped foot on British soil. He glanced at Johnny, who was carrying his and Gaz’s bags. His Sergeant promised with a lopsided grin he’ll find him later, a sort of scheming glint in his eyes.

Ghost reaches the Captain’s office in record time, hoping to finish whatever this is as fast as possible.

Price, however, didn’t get the damn memo, and takes his sweet time settling into his chair. “How are you doing, Simon?”

Ghost surpassed the urge to roll his eyes, “good.” he gets the mental image of begging on his knees for Price to get to the point, and the Captain laughs.

“Alright, alright. I’ll spare you the suffering, Lieutenant.” Price’s smile slowly fades, “what happened with your Reaper, son?”

Right. He and Johnny may have forgotten to mention the new developments in the ‘Eldritch horrors beyond this world’ department.

“Our Reapers merged. They called themselves ‘Reaper of Luminary’.” Ghost huffs, “they told me and Johnny… we’re linked. We’ll live and die together.”

Price nods. He doesn’t seem too surprised, and Ghost wonders how much he already knew from his passing thoughts.

“I don’t know how long we would be able to keep it quiet…” he strokes his moustache, “this gets out, you two will have a target on your backs.”

Ghost straightens, hands behind his back at rest, “we’ll handle it, if it comes to that, sir.”

The Captain sighs, “I admire your confidence, Lieutenant, but I don’t think you understand the scale of the issue. You two are the first revenants in modern history to affect the Reapers the way they affect humans. We believed our connection was a one way street - that humans are simply too weak to change Reapers.” his stare is severe, “you however? You’re powerful enough to not only go against them, but physically mold them. What Makarov is after is nothing compared to the force you hold.”

Ghost closes his eyes. Price is right, of course. But…

He has faith. Hope.

Price’s moustache twitches, “...I understand.” he raises from the chair, walking around to place a hand on Ghost’s shoulder.

“I’m happy for you, son. You and Soap make a good team.” the Captain’s eyes crease with mirth, “I heard your conversation on the plane-”

“Fuckin’ hell Price, that was bloody private!” Ghost scoffs, embarrassment coursing through him.

“I stopped listening after the first ‘love’-”

Ghost drags a hand over his eyes, “just get on with it”

“As I’ve told you, you have my blessing. If you need anything, if anyone gives you trouble, don’t hesitate to come to me, got it?”

Ghost scoffs despite the threat of tears in his eyes. He looks at Price now, and sees much more than a Captain. He sees something he has never had.

“Copy.”

It’s not Johnny that finds him first, but Garrick, floating around the hallway in front of Price’s office.

“Need the Captain, Sergeant?” Ghost inquires.

Gaz stops, “no, I got a message from Soap.”

His interest instantly piques, “go on.”

Garrick rummages through his pocket with his healthy hand and pulls out a note, “he said ‘meet me here’, and that you should ‘clean up’.” the Sergeant wiggles his eyebrows, “sounds like he has a nice surprise for ya, sir.”

Ghost takes the note, examining the location. Looks like a street in the city neighboring the base. “I’m off then. Don’t get into trouble, Garrick. Cheers.”

Gaz frowns, pointing at his injured arm, “not like I bloody can…”

Ghost smiles while walking away, “if anyone could find a way, it would be you Sergeant.”

He chuckles lowly at Gaz’s fussing as he makes his way to the base’s parking lot.

The sun has started to set by the time Ghost reaches the location Soap left for him, the sky painted reds and oranges and yellows that remind him fondly of Johnny’s radiant fire.

He changed into a more casual outfit, covering his face with only a cloth mask and a hoodie. 

Ghost’s lips stretch so much he fears they’ll get stuck like that, when he spots the place. An elegant sign hangs above a restaurant, one that looks small and cozy, with dimmed warm lighting, and plants covering the brick walls.

He parks the car nearby and walks in, a waiter catching his stare and approaching him.

“Are you uh… ‘Ghost’?” he says with hesitation.

Ghost scans the tables, trying to find one warhawk sticking out, “affirm.”

The waiter sighs in relief, “your partner is already here. Follow me.”

The man leads him to a more secluded area, a low wall separating it from the main room. Ghost feels his heart thrum a familiar beat when he finally finds Johnny, sitting alone in a table for two.

“Your orders will arrive soon, please make yourself at home.” the waiter gives him a wobbly smile, and Johnny chuckles at the man practically running away.

“You really do have quite the effect on people, don’t ye Simon?” his Sergeant smiles.

Simon huffs, sitting down in front of him, “what’s all this, then?” he nods to the restaurant.

Johnny leans in, taking his hand, “I promised I’ll treat ye nicely, to a good restaurant, didn’t I?”

“You remembered?” Simon blinks in surprise.

“Of course,” Johnny grins, “I also remember ye said ye will treat me equally.”

“Had a feeling this was too good to be true…” Simon sighs, mask covering his smile.

“Oi!”

Simon pulls the mask off, making Johnny snap his mouth closed, “thank you.” he smirks smugly at his Sergeant’s amazed expression.

“Fuck me, I almost forgot how beautiful ye are.” Johnny mumbles.

Heat spreads over his exposed features, Simon looks away, “guess I’ll have to remind you more often.”

“Oh, please! I won’t ask fer anything else!”

Simon glances back at him, “we both know that’s fucking bullshite, Sergeant.”

Johnny laughs, tugging at his hand, “aye, ye know me too well.”

They quiet down to a comfortable silence, grins fading to soft smiles.

“Whatever comes next…” Simon inhales, grasping Johnny’s hand tighter. “We’ll do it together, love.”

Johnny lets his white flames caress Simon’s scarred hands, casting an otherworldly glow over them, making them shine as if lit from within.

If his heart could, it would be brighter than the sun now.

“Together.”

The End.

[infinite-orangepeel]

Either trans Eddie or Steve, making the other kneel in front of the couch with their mouth wide open. Whoever you pick to have a pussy just going crazy rubbing their g spot and pulling their dick so they just keep DRENCHING the other with their squirt.

oh i love this one !! thank you for submitting it 🥰 hope you enjoy the read :)

this ficlet includes: mommy steve, transmasc steve (cock, dick, pussy, clit used interchangeably), pet play, desperate af puppy!eddie, masturbation, overstimulation, degradation, cock caging, orgasm denial

eddie hates when steve rides one of his many dildos instead of him.

hates it because that should be him making steve’s pussy creamy with arousal.

that should be him stretching steve’s hole open while stroking his perfect swollen dick between two aptly applied fingers

that should be him flicking steve’s overly sensitive nipples with the cool kiss of his new tongue piercing.

but eddie’s in trouble today.

eddie’s in big trouble so he’s been demoted to kneeling on the loveless floor.

bruises forming on his knees as he gazes up at his love in all his horny glory. forbidden to touch.

steve’s perched on the couch.

he’s thrusting a lavender colored dildo in and out of his pretty pink pussy. legs spread wide to take the toy deeper—it doesn’t help that it’s exactly the position he would be in if eddie was fucking him stupid on his cock.

and eddie’s so far gone into the hazy land of subspace that he doesn’t even realize how loudly he’s whining until steve yanks on the studded leash he’s holding in his free hand.

‘quiet puppy. mommy’s doing something important. you don’t want to distract mommy do you?’ steve’s tone is patronizing and that only makes everything worse for eddie.

he wags his ass back and forth where he’s seated on the floor.

arches his back to show off the fluffy black tail plug steve bought for his birthday last week. there’s a set of matching ears attached to his curls.

‘sorry mommy. i’ll do better mommy. didn’t mean to distract you.’

steve pounds his pussy harder with the silicone and the resulting squelch is enough to make eddie drool. a line of saliva drips down onto his trapped dick and the sensation makes him shake.

‘aw pup. you’re so cock dumb for me and i haven’t even touched you. are you jealous, baby?’ steve condescends and eddie watches through eyes green with envy as steve clenches up around his toy and moans delightedly, ‘so sad you’re gonna miss the opportunity to breed mommy today but that’s what happens when you misbehave and cum without mommy’s permission. you don’t get to fill up mommy’s belly today.’

eddie squirms, feels the cage grow tighter around his purpling erection. his tail brushes against the back of his balls and he practically falls over. ‘wanna suck mommy’s cock,’ eddie tests his luck by crawling closer to steve on the couch, ‘wanna be a good puppy and let mommy squirt down my throat.’

steve perks up at that and looks deep in thought as he removes the dripping dildo and rubs it through his well slicked folds. his cock jumps in pleasure as he taps the toy onto it and shivers indulgently. slick fluid seeps from his overused hole and his pussy is so fucking puffy it physically pains eddie to not have his face buried in it.

‘you wanna suck me off, baby boy?’ steve asks sweetly and if eddie had a single coherent thought left in his mind, he might recognize the glint of mischief in steve’s honey brown eyes.

‘yes, mommy. more than anything.’

‘close your eyes for me, then. i’ll guide you to my cock, sweet thing,’ steve coos, bending forward to stroke eddie’s jaw.

without thinking for a second, eddie complies and parts his lips anticipating steve’s sweet drenched cock on his tongue.

but of course that’s not what happens.

eddie feels something heavy push past his bitten lips and it’s confusing because his taste buds receive the ambrosial taste of steve’s cum but his mouth is far too full and obstructed to be actually taking steve’s cock.

he gags. chokes. slurps around the slippery silicone and whimpers pathetically because that’s not what he wanted.

‘open your eyes and look at me,’ steve orders and when eddie does blink them open he pays witness to steve harrington experiencing pure ecstasy.

steve is jamming the dildo down eddie’s throat. fucking his fist into eddie’s mouth along with it. and between his soaked thighs are his fingers. rapidly jerking his throbbing dick and bucking his hips to meet his hand.

‘ohh there’s mommy’s boy. there he is. needy little slut—you’ll take anything mommy gives you as long as it tastes like mommy’s pussy. dumb puppy can’t tell the difference.’eddie does his best to nod around the bulge in his throat.

‘i’m gonna let you breathe but i want you to keep your tongue out for me. can you do that, puppy?’ steve takes the dildo out of eddie’s mouth and tosses it to the side.

eddie gasps for air. sucks in as much oxygen as he lungs will allow and obediently holds out his tongue as steve’s requested knowing he’s about to get rewarded. he feels giddy. he giggles and wags excitedly despite the ache of his untouched dick.

stripping his cock, steve’s legs tremble and eddie feels his collar tighten up around his neck as steve uses it to hold on through the pleasurable shock of orgasm.

‘fuck, baby. you look so pathetic like that. g-gonna squirt all over your pouty little face,’ steve groans as he cums—drenching eddie’s awaiting tongue in filthy release.

‘now get up here and clean me up puppy.’

and a few minutes later, eddie makes steve cum again just like that. feeling like the luckiest puppy in the world.

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[romanarose]

Safe

Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader

Kinda playing with the themes in Yellow. Usually in fanfiction, everyone is good to go. But what happens if the reader gets triggered during sex?

WARNINGS: Implied sexual abuse, nothing graffic or even specific, but you can draw from it. Rough blow job, blindfold, bondage, face fucking, being triggered, crying, panic attack. LOTS OF AFTER CARE! Post-sex talking, lovey dovey Jake Lockely. UUUHHHH lmk if I missed anything?

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It had been your idea, after all. Jake had tied you up before, he had blind folded you before, he had even done both at the same time, but he had never gagged you while doing this, and essentially, that’s what his dick was doing. You practically had to beg him. Jake knew what you had been through, and although you two enjoyed rough sex, very rough sex, he was always incredibly mindful of anything that might upset you, and always kept an eye on your comfort. So when he agreed to try it, he, of course, had a fall back instead of safe wording. Since you wouldn’t be able to use your safe word and you wouldn’t be able to  tap his thigh like you usually did when he fucked your throat, hell, you couldn’t even blink morris code, he had your hands tied up in such a way that you could tap the back one of hand to the palm of the other, signalling him to stop.

So why, he wondered, did this feel wrong?

He had started off softer than he usually did, but when he pulled off to check on you, you pleaded for him to go harder. You wanted him down your throat, you wanted to feel powerless, you wanted to give up control. You managed everything. You were a rockstar at work, your nieces and nephews and little cousins adored you, the household ran smoothly, making sure chores were done and Jake, Marc and Steven got along. So, during sex, you liked to let go. Sex with Steven was very mutual, but Steven could take over if needed. Marc controlled things, Marc needed control, but he wasn’t comfortable with hitting. Choking, manhandling, light spanking, shit like that, yeah, but hitting was a no. 

Jake was who you came to when you wanted to utterly surrender. When you wanted to give everything. You trusted him whole heartedly, and in turn he took care of you, during sex, after, and in your daily lives together. Jake had given you what you asked for, pulling down your tank top to expose your tits to the drool dripping down your face, hair a mess as he painfully gripped it, close to the scalp to move you roughy along his shaft, between all that and the way you were tied up and blind folded, you looked totally fucked out, incredible. But something was off. When he pulled you off to check in again after he felt you gagging on his cock, you insisted you could take it. He knew you could, but that did little to assure him.

“Wanna be good for you, daddy”

“You are good, mi vida, it’s okay if you-”

“Please?” You begged.

You didn’t know why you said it. You didn’t know why you asked for more when you could recognize how uncomfortable you were, when he was giving you an out. You just wanted to please him, wanted to make him proud. Safewording felt like defeat, stopping felt like defeat, although he had never done anything to make you feel this way. There was too much happening. Despite Jake buying the softest silk ties and rope he could find, you still were irritated by them. It was so much and so little. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t see, you couldn’t talk. This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You asked him for this, and now you had bit off more than you could chew. Jake was fucking your face like he had done before, like you had taken before, but you were scared. You knew it was Jake, you could hear his grunts and moans and praises above you, you could smell him, but something kept taking you back, pulling you to where you had been long before you met your boys.

Logically, you knew it wasn’t possible. Marc had ‘taken care of it’, as he said, and you were pretty sure that meant killed. You knew what had hurt you before, couldn’t now, and yet… with your senses deprived, there was nothing grounding you. Panic began to rise up, muffling your hearing, only serving to stray you further from reality, further from Jake. Gagging around him, you could make out a groan above you as he pushed you down further, and despite your best judgement, you started to feel like he wouldn’t let up, the thought of which make the little air you could get in, stop completely as the last part of you that was ground in reality left.

Jake couldn’t help admit, you felt good, fucking amazing, as always, your mouth always so wet and warm as you took him so well, a good girl, always wanting to please him. Jake couldn’t pin point it, he couldn’t name exactly what, but something in your body language was off… but you wanted to keep going? He had asked, hadn't he? You knew your safe signal, and you knew he would always stop, right? Then why did you look so… uncomfortable. Just as Jake was about to pull you off him and tell you that he was stopping, that he was making the sound decision for you, he saw your increasingly tense body wraith uncomfortably, like you were trying to get away. 

Jake let go of your hair, pulling his hard cock out of your mouth and quickly tugging himself into his boxers as you gasped and sputtered for air, he bent down to start take care of you. First, he took off the blindfold, finding your eyes red, wet, and puffy. You had been crying, you were gently crying right now with your eyes shut, frozen in his arms. ”Mi amor, what happened? What do you need?”

“Get these off, please” you cried, not opening your eyes.

“Claro, carino” With one pull, the silk ties fell to the ground, and you immediately wrapped your arms around Jake as he cradled you on his lap. 

“I didn’t like that” You sob out, feeling a bit childish, but safe in him. “I thought I would, but it was scary”

His heart hurt for you, his precious girl, so hurt by the world, and he felt like he had hurt you more. “It’s okay, bebita, you don’t have to do anything you don’t like, and you can always change your mind” Jake held you close, curled up into him as you calmed down.

After a few calming breaths as he whispered reassurances, you told him the reason behind your freak out. “Couldn’t see you. Got scared… we do a lot, but… I always feel safe when I know it’s you” You rest your head on his chest, breathing him.

“Would you like to take a hot bath, amor? Relax a bit?” He kissed into your hair.

“Yes please” You sigh into his arms.

Jake sets up the bath just how you like it: Hot, hot, hot, epsom salt, a nice candle (cherry merlot today, to match the wine he brought along with water) he turned off the lights, and turned on the playlist on his phone he specifically made just out of music to relax you (it was on youtube, because he’ll be damned if Stevie Nicks is on his spotify wrapped). “Alone, or together, alma?” He asked, knowing you’d probably choose together, but also giving you the option of alone if you needed space.

“Together.” You confirmed.

A few years ago, Jake had never perceived himself capable of, hell, worthy of this, to have a beautiful girl in his arms as he bathed in warm water, your voice singing along to He is We’s “I Wouldn’t Mind” as your finger trailed along the veins and muscles of his arms and legs.

‘Forever is a long time but I wouldn't mind spending it by your side. Tell me everyday I get to wake up to that smile’

 He never thought he’d have a life where Marc and Steven not only knew of his existence, but loved him as a brother. He never thought he would be perceived with love, tenderness and trust. But here he was.

“Amor?” He started.

“Si?”

“Can I ask why you didn’t use your safe signal? We can talk about it tomorrow if you’d like, but I just want to make sure I don’t make the same mistake next time”

You reassuringly reached back to touch his stubbled face. “I was a little preoccupied, couldn’t think clearly.”

Jake nodded. “And before, when I asked how you were, you didn’t tell me you didn’t like it.”

Your chest tightened when you knew you were caught. Jake relied on you being honest with him. “Wanted to be good for you…” You mumble.

“Carino, eres el amor de mi vida, eres mi todo, eres mi mejor amiga, y el sol de mi dias” Jake took a moment to breath in your scent, assuring himself that you were real, you were here, and you weren’t leaving him as he bared his soul to you. “Mi beuna chica. Nothing will change that. Nothing is more important than knowing you trust me”

“I do trust you, Jakey, I just hate admitting defeat, you know this. It’s why Steven an I played monopoly until 3 am last month, remember?”

Jake scoffed, rolling his eyes but only teasingly “Si, yo recuerdo esa noche, and Marc was cranky as hell that morning.”

“Mmm” You smile, turning to press a kiss on his peck as you curled up, closing your eyes as you rested on him. “I made it up to him.” You feel Jake laugh.

“Yeah, yeah you did.”

“That’s all it was, Jake, just me not wanting to give in. I trust you completely, with everything in me, my love” You cross over Jake’s heart with your fingers, albeit blindly  as you don’t open your eyes. ”Prometo, guapo”

Jake’s heart was full as he carried your half asleep, towel dried body to the bed, slipping your comfiest pjs on as the wine and calming bath took away all the stress from your body, allowing you to relax. Jake listened to your heartbeat and breathing slow until you were asleep in his arms. You trusted him, completely, trusting him with every vulnerable part of yourself that before him and his brothers, you didn’t let people see. Even after tonight, even after you had been scared shitless, you trusted him completely, a total surrender, allowing him to bath you and laying down in his arms again. He was yours, you were his, and he would always keep you safe.

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I hope this wasn't like, triggering to read or anything. I hope you all liked it!

Gonna take a moment to self promo Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside, it's coming to an end after 30+ chapters, so if your looking for a long as hurt/comfort/angst/fluff/smut, this is it! I put my heart and soul into this bad boy <3

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[charliedawn]

Hi! May I please request headcanons on what Kevin/The Horde (from Split) would do if they idk ever got married to sweet fem!Reader (i like fluff)?

The Horde thought they would be alone forever.

However, they then found you and everything changed.

You used to he friends with Kevin when you were little, but grew apart after his father's death.

You quickly understood the situation and convinced the Horde to let you speak to Kevin.

Kevin was set free and you were the first person he saw after years of being kept in the dark.

Kevin looked up at you and it didn't take him long to recognize you and he sobbed, still having difficulty differentiating reality from fiction : "Am I..really here ?"

You smiled with your own tears running down your face and hugged him tightly : "Yes..You are."

He held you even tighter, afraid that if he let go, you would disappear.

It was a few months later that you confessed your love to him and Kevin was left shocked, confused and finally, happy.

He knew the Horde liked you too and when you finally proposed to him..He was thrilled.

He wanted to propose first, but if you had waited for Kevin to make the first move, you would still be waiting for that ring.

At the ceremony, all the slashers were sitting on his side of the aisle while your family and friends were on the other.

He could barely stay still, a thousand questions and doubts dancing around his brain.

He was nervous and the other personalities whispered encouragement at the back of his head and tried to reassure him.

Patricia : "Don't worry. She'll come."

Barry : "She's been with us since the beginning, of course she'll come !"

Dennis : "Don't make me take over.."

However, they all stayed quiet when their eyes landed on you, walking the aisle with a gorgeous white dress (designed by Barry) and Kevin's jaw almost went slack by your beauty.

Patricia *chuckles* : "Keep it together, Kevin. Don't start drooling now, dear.."

Kevin nodded to himself and took a breath to calm his racing heart before taking a step forward and extending his hand towards you.

You smiled at him and he swore he had never seen anything so wonderfully radiant..

It warmed their heart and Kevin knew here and there that you were the one.

He couldn't wait for the priest to make things official.

Once you both had said your vows, Five brought the rings and Kevin could sense the murderous glare he was sending his way.

Patricia smiled.

She had made sure the little man would behave and wear a tuxedo. She considered it a victory.

Once the rings exchanged, Kevin kissed you sweetly and you smiled at his tenderness, until you were pulled further against him and he deepened the kiss.

You opened your eyes in surprise and was greeted by the familiar stern expression of Dennis.

Dennis finally pulled away and whispered in the shell of your ear.

"I wanted my moment..But, don't forget. There are 23 other people in there that want their kiss.."

You blushed at the realization that you would have to kiss the Horde 23 times later and to Dennis' surprise, you smiled up at him.

You : "Don't worry. I know. It's not only Kevin I'm marrying.."

Dennis didn't answer, he just nodded shortly before letting Kevin get back the light.

At the after-party, you all gathered in the restaurant where you had went on your first date and everything was going perfectly, until the cake was brought in the room.

Hedwig noticed the cake and couldn't help but take over the light : "CAKE !"

He ran towards it and swung his head first in the cake, eating it directly with his mouth and hands, covering himself with cake and frosting.

Kevin and the others were horrified, expecting you to be upset or ashamed.

But, you laughed. You laughed and followed him.

You took a handful of the cake before eating it straight from your hand, even taking another and throwing it at Hedwig who giggled loudly before using a random plate as a shield.

The other guests wondered if you were both insane, until the slashers joined.

Freddy took a handful of cake and threw it at Pennywise before yelling : "FOOD FIGHT !"

The others soon joined in until the cake was all but a distant memory.

Fortunately, you had predicted how things would go and had ordered another cake beforehand, in order not to disappoint the other guests.

You grabbed Hedwig's hand and left the party room to a slightly quieter place and you both grinned widely at each other.

Hedwig : "THAT. WAS. AWESOME !"

You : "AGREED !"

You both burst out laughing until it slowly died down and you felt Hedwig's aura changing beside you.

You thought it was Dennis, restoring order as usual, until you felt a chill run down your spine and instinctively took a step back.

A wolfish smile took over Hedwig's childish and goofy expression.

"Congratulations, pet..I must admit, I was disappointed not to be invited to the wedding."

He cracked his neck loudly and let out a soft sigh.

"I hope you didn't plan on celebrating without me ?"

You didn't know how to respond, Dennis had been adamant on the fact that you mustn't talk to the beast under any circumstances..

However, you knew you couldn't avoid him eternally. You stood your ground.

You : "There is a part of you that is Kevin..I promised him to love all of him, for the best and the worst."

He tilted his head to the side and you could see he was examining you, probably trying to figure out if he should kill you or not, but his next words surprised you.

"You think I'm the worst then ? What about your promise to love 'all of us' ? Was that a lie ? On our wedding day ? Tut tut tut..How disappointing..", he tut-tutted in fake disapproval, a small mocking smirk betraying his amusement.

Your eyes widened as his face stayed emotionless, even though his eyes kept staring at you, drilling holes in your skull and making you feel as if the beast could actually read your mind.

You thought about it and didn't find a satisfying answer, so you settled for what you knew.

You : "I love the Horde. And I would hate to see them get hurt.."

It maybe wasn't the answer he was looking for, but it was the best you could offer him. You didn't know him and by what you had heard from the others, he had been the source of a lot of their problems, and you didn't know if you could love someone who had caused so much pain to them..

The Beast crossed his arms over his chest and you prepared yourself to flee if he decided to pounce on you.

But, he only looked at you from the hem of your wedding gown to the tip of your hair pin holding your long veil..It was all so very sweet..so very innocent..It made him want to tear all of it to shreds and gaze at your bare form, bare from any artifice and take you, break your down and make your innocence vanish, tarnish it and leave you bloody for the rest of them to be unable to even look at you.

You would be his. His and his alone.

He liked the sound of that.

As if you could read his thoughts, you finally cowered in fear and tried to get away from him..He could hear the others, begging him to leave you alone. He could feel them trying to make him budge, but failing.

Weak..They were all so weak and had settled for an even weaker wee thing to share their lives, one that the beast had had no say in the matter and even though he had to admit you were more than satisfactory, he had his mouth watering for a taste..To take a bite of that plump and fresh innocence and sweet flesh he knew would be a delicious treat.

He took a step forward. But then, out of all of the other personalities, Kevin stood out and grabbed him by the waist to tear him away from the light.

He wouldn't let him hurt you.

The Beast roared in protest, but finally, Kevin succeeded in restraining him and Dennis opened the door of his mind cage.

The rest of the personalities all helped Kevin push him inside and once the door locked, Kevin took over once more.

He was sweating and panting, but had to make sure you were alright.

The moment you were sure it was him, you ran into his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck, crying in relief.

You : "You're back !"

He kissed your forehead and pulled you tighter against him, shaking as he was so scared you would be gone and blame him for the monster in him, but you were just relieved he was back.

He then remembered what you said to the Beast and pulled back from your hug to look at you with loving eyes, stroking your cheek softly with his hand before pressing his forehead against yours and confessing back in a breathless whisper.

"We love you too..So much.."

You smiled and kissed him softly.

"I know.."

(I'm so sorry ! I really wanted to write only fluff, but then I wrote that last part with the beast and I forgot. 😭 Hope you'll still like it.)