#because like. c’mon man. i know this is gonna take months to sort out

[codgod]

i still feel like the money from the egg figures is gonna go to the eggmins, including lumi and shade and anyone else that has left/been fired [maybe with the exception of like, flippa and tilín’s original admins since they were only there for less than a month but who knows]

like i agree that the way quackity is going about things sucks, with his mindset being that because he doesn’t want to make promises he can’t keep he won’t say anything at all, but i don’t think it means the eggmins won’t be paid. i’d assume, based on what he’s said, that he’s waiting to see how much money the merch makes before he promises anyone any amount of money. which again. is dumb, because if that is the case he could still just Say That. but i don’t think it’s a baseless assumption at the very least

[yuikomorii]

Ayayui date♡

// I'm not sure why, but I suddenly got a burst of creativity. There's no special occasion for this post; it was really just an excuse to edit Yui in my favorite Princess Collection outfit. I like how the merch line was released right on Ayato’s birthday, so I really wanted to see an Ayayui date in those outfits! 😌💕

I was in the mood to write a special scenario again. You just have to click on ‘Keep reading’ to find it. This one is set after the LE events, particularly after the After Story, so I hope you enjoy it! ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

Ayato: Haa… finally!

After all this time, I’ve managed to sort out every single problem in the Demon World.

Geez, I’m gladly taking a break!

( Ever since I became king, I’ve been buried in an endless pile of documents—so many that I’ve grown sick just being in that place. Things seem to be getting better in the Demon World, though I’d lie to say it’s perfectly stable. )

( Well, whatever. I shouldn’t bother too much about that… for now. )

( Right now, all I can think about is her. Ugh, these stupid king duties have kept us apart for way too long. I’m sure she must’ve felt really lonely, huh…? )

( Damn it! That was never my intention, but I know it must be boring as hell to be stuck in the castle all day by yourself. )

( That’s why, I’m definitely going to make it up to her today and take her somewhere nice~! )

Place: Their room

Ayato: Chi-chi-na-shi, guess who’s ba—

( Hah!? She’s not here? )

Oi, Yui!

( She’s still not answering? )

Yui, where are yo—

???: Ayato-kun..!

— hugs his back —

Ayato: What the—!

Yui: Fufu, sorry for taking you off guard. I was just thrilled to see Ayato-kun again!

Ayato: Geez, next time I call you, answer me, understood? You’re still in the Demon World, anything could happen when no one’s around, y’know?

Yui: Ah… I’m sorry for being careless. I hope I didn’t make you worry…

Ayato: No need to sulk now. What matters the most is that you’re alright.

Now… about the thing you’re wearing. Where the heck did you even get it from? It’s the first time I’ve seen you in it.

Yui: Oh, actually I bought it last time we went shopping together. You see… I didn’t show it to you back then because I wanted it to be a surprise, but uuh… does it not suit me?

Ayato: Haa… normally, when a woman wants to surprise her man, she wears lingerie or something sexy, but I’ll forgive you this time. Why? Because you look hella cute in that, can’t deny.

— Yui blushes —

Yui: Ayato-kun… thank you! I’m really happy…!

Ayato: ( Is she seriously almost on the verge of tears for that? )

C-C’mon, don’t get all emotional over every little thing. The date hasn’t even started yet! You really want people to see you with red eyes and puffy cheeks outside?

— Yui shakes head —

Ayato: Good, now let’s go!

— He takes her hand —

Place: Kaminashi City

Ayato: Can’t believe I’m gonna say this but I somehow missed this place.

Yui: Is that so? I thought Ayato-kun didn’t like the Human World.

Ayato: I don’t mind either of them, but right now I’m sick of the Demon World. If I see one more document, I will end up throwing up on the spot.

Yui: Ayato-kun…

( That’s right, he’s been working a lot ever since he became king. I’m sure it must truly be tiring spending days in front of all those documents. )

I’m glad you put a lot of effort in your role, but take it easy, okay? I can’t do much in this situation, yet… If you ever need help, I want to be there to support you!

Ayato: Hmm… anyway. I’m not here to talk about work again. I just want us to enjoy some time together for once.

Yui: ( Ayato-kun really sounds exhausted… He’s matured so much these past few months, which isn’t bad, but I just wish he could relax a little. )

Then, let’s make the best of this day!

— tugs onto his arm and starts walking —

*Timeskip*

Yui: Haa… it’s way better outside.

( Ayato-kun is still waiting to pay for our things, but it was way too hot in that store, so he told me to get some fresh air. )

( Now that I think about it, vampires are always cold, so I doubt the heat bothers him as much as it does me, right? Even so, seeing him care about my comfort makes me really happy. )

— warm breeze hits —

Yui: Mm… so ni—

— something suddenly hits her —

Yui: Kyah! What on earth was that!?

Eh? That’s—

Familiar: Greetings. Pardon my interruption, but could it be that you are Komori Yui-sama?

Yui: ( ‘Sama’? Uuh… I feel like that’s an exaggeration. )

Yes, I am. Did anything happen…?

Familiar: Rest assured, there is no need for alarm. My purpose here is simply to entrust this to your care. Unable to find Ayato-sama, I must rely on you to deliver him this letter.

— Yui takes it —

Yui: But, what’s this letter about?

If it’s possible to tell, of course.

Familiar: In essence, a new set of documents has been prepared for Ayato-sama. Please inform him at your earliest convenience, as his return is eagerly anticipated.

Yui: Wait! Does it mean that he really has to return now—!

( Oh no! The familiar is already gone! )

( To think that Ayato-kun was finally starting to relax again… )

( All this letter will do is ruin his day, that’s for sure. )

( But at the same time, not showing it to him… that would undoubtedly get him in troubles. )

( Uuh… This situation is so complicated. What should I do…? )

Ayato: Chichinashi!!!

Yui: ….!

— suddenly hides the letter —

A-Ah, Ayato-kun, you’re back!

Ayato: Duh, and I kept calling your name but it seems you only answer to Chi-chi-na-shi~.

— He starts pinching her cheeks —

Yui: Whey dwont, staphh!

Ayato: Hehe, that’s what you get for spacing out and ignoring me.

Anyway, you weren’t approached by any creeps, were you?

Yui: N-No, not at all!

Ayato: Hmm… that doesn’t sound too honest. Are you lying?

Yui: No way! I… I’m just hungry and my stomach won’t stop growling, which is really embarrassing…

Ayato: Haa… you never change. Always getting embarrassed over everything, but no worries, I didn’t hear anything. Though, if you’re really that hungry, I guess we could get something to eat.

Yui: Y-Yeah, that sounds great!

* Timeskip *

Yui: ( After the restaurant, we went to the mall, then back to the center. Ayato-kun… we walked a lot today, but instead of getting tired, he just got more and more energetic. )

( I suppose he was really in need of this break, so maybe hiding that letter wasn’t entirely bad, no…? Still, I’ll have to give it to him today, otherwise I’ll surely put him at risk… )

Ayato: Oi Yui, look!

Yui: W-Woah! I’ve never seen such big Takoyaki before!

Ayato: Heh, right? It’s even bigger than the ones from the Demon World!

Also, Ore-sama got you this, so I better see you eat it all.

Yui: Eh-? This is such a big donut! T-There’s no way I could eat all of it!

Ayato: So you’re refusing my donut? You’re way too ungrateful for a Chichinashi. Well, in that case, I guess you don’t need it any—

Yui: No, no, the donut is good!

— starts eating it —

Come to think of it, today you’ve spoiled me quite a lot, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: And why would that be bad? I thought women liked that.

Yui: It’s not bad, but I really didn’t do anything special. You’re the one who’s been working all day and night, for this reason I believe you deserve this treatment more.

Ayato: Haa… getting all self-conscious, just like always.

Look, you know I’m not good at sentimental shit, but after everything we’ve been through, your presence is special enough for me.

I guess I just want to cherish you, that’s all.

Yui: Ayato-kun… I feel the——

A-Ah, oh no!

( The chocolate… it melted on my hand! )

I-I’m sorry, I’ll be right back!

— tries to stand up —

Ayato: Nah, nah. C’mere.

— grabs her and sits her on his lap —

Yui: Wait, don’t!

— he starts licking her hand —

Yui: A-Ayato-kun, stop it! We’re in public…!

Ayato: Mnn… Mm…

— slowly bites —

Yui: Uuh…

( At this rate, people will definitely start watching!)

— starts moving —

Ayato: Tch, you’re making this way too hard for both! Just stay still and stop acting like I’m about to kill you!

Yui: ( I know his intentions aren’t bad, but this is getting too embarrassing…! )

( I’m sorry, Ayato-kun! )

— tries to push him away but falls down —

Yui: Oww…

Ayato: ( Geez, what a klutz. )

Haa… are you hurt?

— grabs her arm and picks her up —

Yui: Ah, I’m alright, no worries.

Ayato: Oi.

What’s that?

— picks something up —

Yui: ….!

Ayato: Is that… a letter for me?

— starts reading it —

You… you had it all this time with you and didn’t say a word?!

Yui: I… I can explain!

You see, I thought—

Ayato: Shut up!

Do you even have the slightest clue about what you just did!? I seriously doubt you understand how important king duties are, do you?

Hah, of course, you don’t! Why would you?

You sit around doing absolutely nothing all day while I’m working my ass off to make sure you and everyone else can live comfortably!

I’m out here putting in the effort, grinding to create a decent life, not just for you, but for everyone, even if I didn’t ask for this shit. And you do this to me!?

I thought you matured too, but at the end of the day, you’re nothing but a selfish bitch!

Yui: Wait! Ayato-ku—

Ayato: Don’t touch me!

Yui: …!

Please, listen to me!

— grabs his clothes —

Ayato: Quiet! I’m not risking to go through that again only because of someone like you. Get lost!

— pushes her away and leaves —

Yui: …!

No… No… this can’t be the end…

How… How could I be this stupid…? Hhn… Ngh…

Kuh… Ayato-kun.. Nhn…

Place: Avenue

Ayato: (Fuck! I can’t return to the Demon World right now. )

( On top of that, why the hell am I the one feeling guilty now!? )

( She… Yes, she deserved that treatment. That’s what she gets for sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. Besides, what she did could lead to something dangerous. )

( It’s not the first time she pulls such shit on me anyway, but… )

( Why can’t I stay mad at her no matter what she does to me…? )

Tch, such bullsh— Hah?

Guy 1: Aww, she’s playing hard to get~!

Guy 2: Aren’t you a bit too feisty for a crybaby?

???: S-Stop it! Leave me alone!

Ayato: …!

( That voice… Yui! )

Place: Alley

Yui: I-I told you to stop!

Guy 1: Just come with us, it’ll be fun~.

Yui: No, I don’t want to!

Guy 2: She keeps struggling, isn’t she cu——

— gets punched —

Guy 1: What the—

Guy 2: Such strength!

Yui: Eh?

Ayato: Get out of my sight, you bastards! If you don’t leave this girl alone right now, I’ll make sure your already disgusting faces get even worse!

— they start running away —

Yui: Ayato-kun… thank you!

( He came back for me… )

Ayato: ….

— grabs her hand and starts walking —

*Timeskip*

Yui: ( Ever since Ayato-kun saved me, he hasn’t spoken a word. )

( It’s obvious that he’s mad… )

( But if both of us keep quiet, this conflict will never be solved… )

Ayato & Yui simultaneously: I’m sorry.

Yui: ( Eh? Did he just— )

No… I’m the one who should apologize. I hid that letter, knowing full well the consequences it could have.

However… I only did it because I wanted Ayato-kun to have some free time for himself too.

Ayato: You…

Yui: I’m aware of how much work you have to do, and being king is definitely not easy. That’s why, I really admire your for that.

Nevertheless, it saddens me seeing Ayato-kun so stressed out and exhausted. I want Ayato-kun to be always as energetic and cheerful as he was today, but… I do realize that I’m just being selfish.

Ayato: No… You… You’re not selfish, I am.

I was the one who didn’t listen to your side of the story. It’s just... I’m afraid of failing as king. There, I said it!

I don’t want to put the people I care for in danger, nor can’t I accept being a worse king than that old fart, so all I have to do is carry out my duties. Hell yeah, they’re a pain in the ass but that’s my responsibility now, which is why I can’t back off.

Yui: ( Ayato-kun… I never thought you felt that way… )

N-no, the way you reacted was understandable. Anyone under that much stress might have done the same, and I can’t blame you for it.

Besides, I can’t say your words were wrong. I am indeed incapable of fully understanding the challenges you face, however… no matter what happens, I want you to know that you’ll always be the best king to me…!

Ayato: …!

Heh… you really never change.

— hugs her—

Yui: W-Well, I suppose I can’t change if I do nothing all day.

Ayato: Hmph, are you throwing shade at me for what I told you?

Yui: Eh? No way, it was just a coincidence! I swear!

Ayato: Pfft, proved my point. You'll forever stay the clumsy, stupid, and oddly adorable woman that you are.

Yui: Hey, that’s backhan— Mm…!

Ayato: Nn…

Yui: ( Ayato-kun… his kiss is so gentle… )

( I really missed Ayato-kun’s kisses. I’m so happy…! )

Ayato: Oi, don’t tell me you’re about to cry again.

Yui: I’m not but…

I just want to know, will the letter get Ayato-kun in troubles…?

Ayato: I might get some weird looks for not showing up on time, and maybe a lecture or two, but it shouldn’t be too bad. I was supposed to start on them today since there’s a lot, but... I think I’d rather spend my time with my girl instead.

Yui: Is that so? Thank you.

But doesn't that mean you'll have to work even harder to make up for today?

Ayato: I guess it can’t be helped. I don’t want to think of tomorrow, all I want is to focus on the present.

Yui: Fufu, I see. By the way…

Will you uhm… stay overnight too?

Ayato: Heh~? Is that supposed to be a sex invitation?

Yui: I… T-That’s—!

Ayato: Heh~, don’t even try to get out of it, it’s written all over your face.

Rest assured though, the invitation is accepted~.

— Smooch —

[janeyseymour]

Just Sex

Summary: Melissa is hooking up with the chief at the firehouse, so you decide that you can have your own fun.

WC: ~2.1k

After the failed relationship and proposal with Gary, Melissa has been going out to bars and staying out late at night. She finds herself in bed with quite a few men and women, and while she’s not thrilled that she’s back to this lifestyle, she’s impressed that she still has what it takes. Getting older did not make it any easier to attract people.

But then one night she sees the fire chief out at the bar, one thing leads to the other, and they’re in a friends with benefits sort of situationship.

Of course, all of this comes out when you’re renewing your CPR training certificate with the Abbott clan, and Barbara has made it quite clear that she’s upset Melissa didn’t tell her of this relationship before.

You had been busy trying to pass your test, but now it’s your partner’s turn to go, and you tune back into the world around you.

“But if I were gonna label it, I would say it’s just sex,” you hear Melissa tell her work wife in a low voice.

You don’t really know what she’s talking about, but you shrug it off. That is, until Janine comes back into the room and asks for the gossip. Barbara of course goes off, claiming that her friend of over fifteen years trusts her no more than a common street stranger. It becomes apparent to you that whatever hookup situation they’re talking about has been going on for a bit of time now. You feel a nasty pit settle in your stomach at that.

That pit only grows when you go out with the crew after the CPR course to celebrate the fact that you all passed. Of course, conversation leads back to Melissa and Jacob both having sexual relations with people from the firehouse.

“Well, I think I blew that one,” Jacob groans as he finishes off his aperol spritz. “But let’s talk about you, Mel Mel.”

“There ain’t nothin’ to talk about,” the redhead waves him off. “It’s just casual sex.”

“Casual sex that’s been going on for how long?” Barbara asks with a raised brow.

Melissa purses her lips as she thinks. “Couple weeks now?”

“A month,” Jacob cuts in. “C’mon, Melissa. When are you just going to admit that you like him?”

“I do not,” she states very clearly. “I just need something to take the edge off for me, and… he does that.”

“How kinky is it?” Ava asks, a smirk on her face.

Jacob opens his mouth, and Melissa very quickly shoves her hand over his mouth. “You say a word, and you’re out on the curb faster than you were out with Zach.”

The man’s eyes widen, and he nods quickly. She pulls her hand away from his mouth, and he breathes a deep sigh in relief. 

“I’m not looking for a relationship or nothing… not unless the right person comes along,” the second grade teacher says as she finishes off her beer.

Barb turns to look at her work wife with a curious face. She knows of the little crush that her best friend has on you. Melissa just nods at the kindergarten teacher’s silent question.

But you don’t take it that way, because you have no idea that Melissa has had her eye on you since before she broke it off with Gary. You see it that you have no chance with your favorite coworker at all.

Feeling as though you could burst into tears at any given moment, you quietly excuse yourself from the rest of the outing and head for your apartment.

“What was that?” Melissa furrows a brow and purses her lips as she gazes in the direction that you left.

“I’m sure it was just a long day for her is all,” Janine tries to come up with some sort of logistical reason as to why you would leave early. “I did have a meeting with her before school even started today, so she’s been up for quite some time.”

Everybody seems to accept that reasoning, and they continue on with their night.

The next day, you march yourself into Ava’s office bright and early.

“Girl, what are you doin? I’m tryna get this knot out of my back,” your principal groans as she shuts off her personal back massager.

“I need your help,” you tell her, not even bothering to acknowledge that she isn’t doing her job at all.

“With?” She leans forward just slightly in her chair.

You smile at her. “I know you know a bunch of people… set me up with someone?”

“Oh, girl,” she laughs. “What’s gotten into you? Every other time I’ve asked if you want someone, you decline!”

“Just… thinking I should get myself out there,” you shrug. “You know? If Melissa can do it, so can I.”

Ava’s jaw drops. “So this is about Melissa.”

“What?”

“I knew you had the hots for her!” the principal grins. 

“What? Not! I- I just figured, if everyone else can have at it, so can I?”

“Oh, girl,” she laughs in your face. “This ain’t you at all, but I am in full support of it. Give me til the end of the day, and I’ll have someone for you.”

You end up going out with a woman that night that Ava set you with, and you do end up actually liking her… and she’s pretty damn good in bed.

The next morning, you’re practically glowing while you drink your morning coffee in the break room. Julie, the woman that you ended up in bed with last night, is texting you about maybe meeting up again later this week.

And if you weren’t still in love with the redhead that comes in a few seconds later, you would say yes. Instead, you send her a text that says, Maybe. Kinda busy the next couple weeks.

She texts you back a picture… a rather scandalous picture. And you blush when you see it.

“What’s got you all giddy today?” the redhead asks as she leans over. She sees the picture before you can close out of it, and her eyebrows creep up her head.

“Who’s that?”

You shrug. “Just someone Ava set me up with.”

“Ava?” Melissa asks in disbelief. “How long have you been seeing her?”

“Not long,” you tell her. “It’s just sex, really.”

The redhead folds her arms over her chest. “I didn’t think you were like that.”

“I’m not, but I figured I might as well give it a shot,” you say. “Now, I have to head to my room to finish up some of my grading, but I’ll see you later.”

You don’t have any intention to see her later. And you don’t. You pull back from her and her group- although most of them still find their ways to you. It’s mostly just the redheaded second grade teacher that you avoid. And it happens that way for a few more days.

You’re in the break room heating up your lunch when Ava comes in. “Girl! Are you gonna text Julie back or not?”

Melissa makes her way in, and you sigh. “It’s just sex. I’m not looking for a relationship or nothing… not unless the right person comes along,” you unintentionally repeat what the second grade teacher had said out at the bar. The microwave indicates that your food is finished, and you pull it out before heading back down to your classroom for lunch.

You miss the scowl on Melissa’s face, but Ava sure as hell doesn’t.

“Girl, you jealous or something?” the principal leans in with a smirk.

“What would I be jealous of?”

“That someone else is hitting that hot piece of ass,” Ava says like it’s obvious. The second grade teacher rolls her eyes, but Ava continues. “I see the way you look at her. Practically undressing her with your eyes every time she walks into the room.”

Melissa crosses her arms again. “I can’t believe you set her up with someone if you knew I like her.”

“I was hoping it would give you a swift kick in the ass that she was gonna start hoeing it up,” Ava shrugs. “Now admit that you’re jealous before everyone else comes in here.”

“Okay, I’m jealous,” the redhead relents. “But it don’t matter anyway. She isn’t lookin’ for anyone- she just said that.”

“She said, and I quote, ‘I’m not looking for a relationship or nothing… not unless the right person comes along. And girl, you’re that person for her!”

Everyone else starts filing in, and Ava makes it so that she looks impossibly bored, although she is actually quite the opposite. “Okay, I’m leaving this snooze fest.” She heads out, but not before giving Melissa a subtle wink and tap on the wrist. “Get it, girl.”

That day, Melissa sits thoughtfully during her lunch period about what Ava said… maybe she’s right? But she can’t be sure, so after dismissal duty, the fiery second grade teacher heads down to the front office and bursts into the principal’s office.

“Schemmenti,” Ava grins. “You do it yet?”

“I ain’t doin’ nothin’ until I’m positive Y/N has a thing for me too,” Melissa sits down across from the woman. “So tell me what you know.”

Ava spends a long time telling the redhead about the various times she’s caught you checking Melissa and only Melissa out, how you always seem to linger around her during events, how the two of you are almost always partners for things now and how you being around always makes her soft and you absolutely bask in her warmth. She even confesses that you went down to her office to ask her to set you up because of Melissa.

“You convinced yet?” the principal asks after ten minutes.

Melissa bites her lip. “Yeah. Okay.”

“I’d make a move quick though. She said something about potentially seeing Julie today.”

“Isn’t that going to piss off your friend that Y/N might leave her for me?”

“She ain’t my friend,” Ava says as she files her nails. “I made a dating profile for Y/N and picked the first mildly attractive woman I saw.”

“You’re unbelievable sometimes,” the redhead pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Maybe, but ain’t you gonna go get your girl?”

Melissa stands from her chair and thanks the principal before rushing out and down your hallway. She hopes to catch you before you head out for the night. And of course, because you’re a dedicated teacher, you’re still there prepping for tomorrow. She knocks on your doorframe and leans against it.

“Just a sec!” you reply cheerily, not turning around yet. You’re hands deep in soil for the gardening project that your students will be participating in tomorrow.

“I don’t got a second,” Melissa says. You whip around at her voice.

“Hey,” you sigh, all joy in your voice gone.

“Don’t go out with Julie tonight,” the redhead tells you.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because I want you to go out with me instead,” she tells you seriously.

“You’re dating the fire chief,” you deadpan.

“I ain’t dating nobody because the only person I want to date is you,” the redhead admits.

That gets you to drop the dirt that is currently in your hands. “What?”

“I told everyone I was just having casual sex and wasn’t looking for a relationship unless the right person came around because… because the only person I would want to be in a relationship is you, and I didn’t think I had a chance.”

“Melissa, are you an idiot?” You ask her. “I’ve shamelessly flirted with you since you broke it off with Gary and practically thrown myself at you in hopes that you would pick me instead of some random hookup.”

She crosses the room, and she’s kissing you before you even know what’s happening. You instinctively kiss her back, and… wow. When you pull away, you quickly wipe the dirt off of your hands before pulling her in close again.

“Don’t go out with Julie tonight,” she pleads again.

“Don’t go out with the fire chief anymore,” you mumble against her lips.

She nods and mutters, “I already called it off. You cancel on Julie, and meet me at my place?”

You end up at Melissa’s house within the hour, and she wines and dines you. And then you end up in her bed seeing stars. Your legs tremble for what feels like forever before she makes her way back up to you.

“And just so you know,” she husks into your ear. “There ain’t nothin’ casual about this. This ain’t just sex.”

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[shootingstarwritings]

"Old Men are Cute"

Maria was a young woman with an obsession to two things: cute things and the occult. Combined with a particular knack with spells, she was an entertaining member of her university’s underground witch club. Those lacking the innate talent relied on her to cast a spell on them to live out their fantasies. Her seniors would often laugh and enjoy the little misadventures Maria would tell to the club. “It’s another tale of the witch Maria, cuteness maestro,” she would sometimes proclaim before launching into another tale.

The title had little competition as all of Maria’s club members agreed that her definition of “cute,” was as eccentric as she was. “Old men,” she had responded when asked about her type of guy. “They’re the cutest. By far.”

It was due to that talent and unique mind-set that her friend, Frankie, would figure she would put the new spell he had found to good use. “Astral… projection?” she read out loud. Frankie had come bursting into her room, brandishing the sheet and babbling away far too quickly for her to understand. “Frankie, dear, what’s this new spell you got cooking?”

“Found it in my granny’s old stuff,” he said, a sassy hand on his hip. “Think a freak like you can handle it? Seems difficult to pull off.”

“Spells, dick, our landlord, I can handle anything,” Maria said, her chest puffed up with pride. The two looked it over for a while, exchanging notes as they tried to translate the runes. Handling the weathered page was difficult, but after a few hours and a tea break later, they finally had a firm grasp of the spell.

“Phew! Girl, are you sure you’re gonna be able to handle something like that?” Frankie asked her.

“Yeah, of course! Stuff like this is really useful. Like, body swapping into hot guys and jerking off is fun, but it’s difficult to handle because there’s always a straight guy just going, ‘Nah bitch, give me back my body. Hate this lower back pain and mentally ill brain.’” She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know that my boobs aren’t big, but c’mon! Just enjoy the ride. And shapeshifting is also tricky. Boys don’t like it when they suddenly have a long-lost twin trying to pick up guys at the club.”

Frankie sighed. “You really are a freak on a whole ‘nother level. Well, I can keep an eye on your body and cast a spell to make sure it’s nice and healthy until you come back.”

Maria grinned. “Thanks, bestie. You always know exactly what to say.”

“But you gotta cover my rent for the month.”

Maria’s smile dropped, but she still agreed. Taking a deep breath, she allowed her mana to gather. The room darkened as the very light in the space she occupied gathered around her. She raised her hand and grasped an object that came to existence in that very instance.

“A bottle…?” wondered Frankie. Magic always took on the eccentricities of their caster. What exactly was Maria doing…?

Maria twisted the cap and slowly pulled it out. Frankie let out an aggravated sigh as he saw the plastic bubble wand in her hands. Maria, unperturbed at her rude audience, took a deep breath and blew through the hole. A barrage of bright pink bubbles flew through the air, heading straight for a closed window.

Before Frankie could think of opening it, the wave of bubbles phased through the glass. Meanwhile, Maria’s body grew limp before finally collapsing onto her bed. To any oblivious party, she appeared fast asleep.

“Well, guess I get a quiet afternoon,” said Frankie as he prepared to cast a few protective wards on Maria’s body.

Meanwhile, Maria’s soul flew through the air like a pack of hot-pink, hungry locusts. She had the perfect target in mind for her little playtime. Her literature professor, Mr. Jeong, was a stoic, well-dressed, and masculine hunk of a man. That’s why he made the perfect guy to invade first. With Maria in the wheel, she could bring out a sort of ‘contrast,’ that only men like him could pull of.

Mr. Jeong’s office hours were just about to wrap up, so Maria flew towards his office. People looked up and stared at the mass of bubbles that somehow knew where they were going, but Maria merely drank up the attention. All they could do was look up and stare as Maria soared without wings. Much of her life was spent as as a ‘have-not,’ but with magic she would become a ‘have-it-all.’ That was her promise to herself, and she intended to keep it.

As expected, Mr. Jeong was wearing another dull suit and a boring pair of slacks on a Friday afternoon. He was too busy sitting by his desk, scrolling through essays from his students to notice Maria’s myriad of bubbles staring at him through the window. ‘You’re mine, Mr. Hunk!’ thought Maria as she flew through the window. To experiment, she allowed just one bubble to phase through his back.

Mr. Jeong’s body tightened and shivered. His hips jerked forward, almost propelling him off his chair. For Maria, she could feel just a bit of Mr. Jeong’s weighty form. Her experiment was over. Now it was time for the real thing. Maria’s bubbles all surged forward and slammed into Mr. Jeong’s back and ass. Mr. Jeong let out a high-pitched moan as waves of pleasure surged from his back and focused on his ass and dick. “Argh…! Ah! Ahhh…!” His back arched into a C as Maria’s soul ruthlessly pounded and flowed into him. “N-No…” He gripped the armrests on his chair and tried to lift himself up, but there was little he could do as Maria’s essence flooded and overwhelmed his on. His fat ass slammed onto his chair as his whole body convulsed. Soon, his eyes shut and his body relaxed.

Maria let out a moan with Mr. Jeong’s deep voice as she stretched her stolen body. “Oh yeah…” she whispered to herself, smirking as she ran calloused hands down the tight and thick thighs hidden beneath the boring slacks. She took out his phone, relying on the face recognition to unlock it, and turned the camera on. She pused his lips, smirked, and stuck his tongue out with his eyes staring up at the ceiling. With each out of character face, she made sure to take a selfie and send it to her own number. She needed to make sure she had proof to show the club of her little escapade.

Satisfied, Maria pocketed the phone and began to run her hands down the nice, hunky chest. “Now what should we do, Mr. Jeong? It’s Friday, your office hours are up, and we got all weekend to show the campus another side of you.”

A few hours later, Maria browsed Mr. Jeong’s phone once more as she leaned back into his old recliner. She searched for the latest picture she had taken of his body and sent it to Frankie.

It took only a few seconds for the phone to start blowing up with messages containing nothing but nonsense. Then, she received a phone call.

“Are you crazy?!” Frankie yelled from the other line. “What about his private life? Are you gonna just ruin it all?”

Chuckling, Maria said, “Relax, bestie. I got it covered. His girlfriend’s out for the weekend, so it’s just me, this DILF bod, and the four walls I’m gonna stain with his old man cum. Maybe I’ll even stain his brand new Hello Kitty slippers that I bought with,” she clicked her tongue as she patted the fat wallet in her pocket, “all of his credit cards.”

“I dunno. Still seems kinda risky…”

Ugh, how annoying. Frankie always got nervous ever since he had nearly turned his father into a vegetable while rewriting his memories. Even after Maria had fixed up the spell and even made Frankie’s dad a little bit more bisexual as a treat! However, Maria knew every single chink in Frankie’s armor.

Taking a deep breath, Maria leaned back on the recliner and let out a guttural moan. To add to it, she made sure to spread her powerful legs.

“Uh, um, uh… w-well…”

“And get this, Frankie,” Maria chuckled as she put the cherry on top. “Y’know when you were guessing just how much this body was packing?” She patted Mr. Jeong’s crotch, grinning madly as his cock began to swell and even leak. “You underestimated him.”

“...I’ll be right over.”

[slvthrs]

WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME DADDY | vinnie hacker

--- MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD ---

you don’t think vinnie loves you so you flirt with his friends, he proves that your his

ROOMMATE!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, friend’s with benefits typa relationship, degradation kink, spanking, pet names, unprotected sex (use birth control idiots), brat taming, oral (m reciving), fingering, slight dumbification, harsh sex to really fluffy sex 

word count: 2.8k

author’s note: this is inspired by the song why don’t you by father

“Vinnieee” I slurred out, I was slightly tipsy from my friends being here earlier and us drinking and shit talking about boys and relationships. I was currently snuggled up in me bed in my bra and underwear re-watching ‘skins’ while smoking some weed to combat with my stupid fucking ex breaking up with me over me living with a guy- I hate that asshole so much. 

“What the fuck do you want” He said groaning and walking into my room

“Vincent can you please can you go downstairs and get me some Aspirin and Tums” I say with a pout, I know my hangovers and if I don’t have medicine I’m gonna be a bitch.

He flops onto my bed and looks at me while I lay down next to him, “Was this guy really worth all this shit” He asks looking at me, “Why did he even break up with you, what did you do?”

I may or may have not told Vinnie yet that the fact I broke up with my boyfriend was because of him, “It wasn’t that big of a deal anyways, don’t worry” I fail to look reassuring, 

“C’mon dude were close, I LIVE WITH YOU, I won’t judge you” He says with a pout and who am I to deny such an adorable sight

I sigh, “He was just generally overprotective and possessive or whatever but um the main reason he broke up with my was erm cause I lived with you” I close my eyes shut afraid of what Vinnies’s reaction might be but he sits up and just looks baffled

“Wait wait you’re telling me he broke up with you cause you lived with me?” He says it like it’s unbelievable

I just chuckled, “Yeah I guess he thought that we were a thing behind his back or something”

“Damn that sucks man I’m really sorry, why didn’t you just move out with him?” He asks with a lot more sincerity than I have right now- I’m just focused on how close vinnie’s lips are to mine,

“It’s fine I like living with you and some insecure guy isn’t gonna change that” I say staring at his lips

“Yeah, but I dunno it makes me feel bad that you feel like this because of me” he says brushing a few strands of my hair of my face and rubbing the tears of my face as I lean into the touch

“It’s fine Vincent I promise you, living with you is worth being single” I say trying to reassure him with my face still in his hands

All he does is chuckle and then our lips are connected.

That's how it started. Now everytime me or Vinnie are mad and we need to take out our anger, or we need a date for an event, or even if we want to get off we always have each other. That’s the rule- no matter what we have time for each other.

But it’s been a week and Vinnie has barely talked to me and I shouldn’t be mad cause this is a casual thing- no strings or whatever, but what pisses me off so much is that he’s talking to another girl- specifically my best friend Zoe, who assures me it’s platonic but god I’m so mad at both of them.

He’s to fucking busy to notice that it’s been around 3 months since we started this- whatever this is, woo it’s our ‘anniversary’ and he doesn’t fucking care does he?

I had just gotten out of the shower after a busy day at work and I just needed some sort of release so my only option was obviously my roommate. I quickly put on a matching set and some black sweat pants and a white lace tank top and walked out of my room to find Vinnie.

When I found him he was shirtless sitting in front of his gaming setup on his phone- oh fuck he looks so good.

He was clearly just finished working out- He was shirtless with just sweats on his hair fucked up and one hand scrolling on his phone with his other hand was resting behind his head while he was leaning on his gaming chair.

I went up to him and leaned on his desk waiting for him to acknowledge me to no avail

“Hey Vinnie are you busy right now” I ask with my tone bleeding with annoyance

“Oh uh I’m kinda messaging-” I cut him off “Zoe, right, whatever”

I walk back into my room seething I fucking hate him so much he’s a bitch fuck this.

I grab my phone and scroll down to find Theo’s contact, he was one of his irls that his fans didn’t know much about- Vinnie gave it to me a while ago when Theo came over to take pet-sit hera when both of us were out of the country but now it was the perfect revenge.

I flop onto my bed grabbing one of my pillows and I call the number a few times before he picks up

“Hey y/nnn” He calls out

“Hey Theo” I yawn, “How are you?” I ask with as much sincerity I can muster

“M’ good, I’m just playing valorant, what about you” He says

“I’m good Vinnies just being annoying right now so I wanna talk to you” I laugh

He laughs with me, “Yeah, that’s Vinnie for you, anyways wanna talk about it cause u called me like super late”

“Oh erm nah its fineee” I draw out, “Just wanted to talk to you y’know” I try to deflect

“At 12 am?” He says with a chuckle

“Uh yeah I guess sorry” I try to make it seem sincere 

“Hmm yeah sure, is there anything else you want?” He asks, if I wanted to I could have sex with him but that just seems really fucking wrong

But I don’t need to fuck him to get Vinnie jealous, he’s the most fucking possesive person I’ve met me talking to Theo is gonna fucking rile him up to no end

“Um sorry this is a weird request but can I play valo with you, I need to get my mind off shit?” I say ask rubbing the back of my neck and cringing, that was a shit lie 

“Oh…kay, sure why not anything for a pretty lady” He says with a certain confidence in his voice. “Hope on valo, let’s play a couple competitive matches”

I agree and end the call to hop onto my desktop and pick up the call on discord.

We start off as attackers and our team wins 7 out of the twelve rounds before we switch to defense, multiple close calls, including my team being wiped out with me being the only person left to defend for us, and when we win that round I scream so loud to ensure Vinnie hears me. 

We end up winning the match and I jump off the chair and do a spin out of happiness, but out of the corner of my eye I see the familiar blond leaning on my door frame yet I don’t acknowledge him.

“Hey Theo” I ask breathlessly, “You're really good at valo thank-” But before I can finish thanking him that familiar scent of sandalwood mixed with lavender and smoke creeps up behind me caging me into my desk and ending my call with Theo.

A hand on my jaw pulls my gaze away from my screen into addictive brown eyes, neither of us make a sound, we just stare at each other too afraid to mess up the atmosphere.

I break the silence first, “What the fuck was that for asshole” I say only slightly louder than a whisper, still to afraid to ruin the moment.

“You know what that was for pretty, what are you doing calling some rando at fucking 12 at night bitch?” He asks but I don’t need to reply, we both know the answer to that.

He continues, “Dumb little girl is so needy she’ll whore herself out to anyone who’ll pick up the phone? You know I’m always there but you can’t handle not being the center attention for like 5 minutes”

And that’s what pisses me off, I stand up looking at him level in the eye, “You don’t get to fucking say that Vin! You haven’t talked to me in a week cause your to busy slutting yourself out to MY best friend and-” 

He cuts me off, “Can I kiss you?”

“Oh my fucking god Vin your so annoying, you never listen to me it’s like talking to a wall!”

“That doesn’t answer my question, can I kiss you?”

I hate the things he does to me, I hate how he makes my entire body heat up when I’m mad at him, I hate how he tries to get me going at the worst time, I hate how he tries to fix our arguments and our mistakes by getting me horny, and I really fucking hate how it works.

I nod and he places his hand on my hips and guides me into a kiss whilst I wrap my arms around his neck and lean into the kiss, his hands roam around my body slipping under my shirt to pull it off. We let go of the kiss to take our shirts and pants off and we both ended up back on my bed with him against the headboard and me straddling him, grinding on his clothed cock.

“Shit, I fucking hate you so much,” I plead whilst my hands curl into his hair and his lips trail blazing kisses along my neck down to my tits whilst he unclasps my bra and keeps the kisses going.

“Yeah, yeah, say whatever you want baby, you know your mine” He says in between kisses 

And the fucked up part is that he’s right.

I could flirt with as men as I want and he could talk to as many girls as he likes to try to forget me, but fuck we both end up in one of our bed’s at the end of the night, worshiping each others bodies or ruining each other till theres nothing left in either of us- I’m his, and he’s mine… even if were to pussy to say it.

But right now I’d rather die than admit to him that he’s right.

“Really” I question breathlessly, “I thought zoe was yours?”

“Oh fuck off, if you wanna be a brat, I’ll fucking treat you like a brat.” He says as he manhandles me so my face is pushed into my pillows and my ass up in the air and smack my right cheek

The burn makes me hiss into the pillow whilst his hands snake down my back to pull my hair which in turn pulls my hair up so he can see my face.

“Your mine” He instructs, “Say it, say your mine.”

He knows im his, we both know that I’m his but fuck the man and his stupid insecurity crisis, I’m not saying shit.

“Fuck fine, we’ll just do this the regular way” He says and accentuates with a slap on my left ass which makes me hiss and arch my back into him.

I don’t know how long the spanking goes on for but I know it burns but I feel so fucking good right now, I can see stars and Vinnie and that’s all I need right now.

He’s finally done and flips me over, “Cmon baby, just say it, I wanna fuck my girl and I know you wanna feel good pretty, it’s just 2 words.”

I know my face looks exhausted because Vinnie starts kissing every single soft spot on my neck, collarbones and jaw so I can relax and take a moment to relax. “Daddy-” I slur out, “Can I suck you off?” I say with such an innocent tone and doe eyes that I think it takes him a second to register.

He doesn’t say anything but helps me situate myself on my knees in front of his still clothed dick. 

He moves the hair of my face and helps me take his boxers off, his cock looks angry and red with precum already leaking off of it. I start kitten licking the tip of his dick, swirling all the salty precum over his angry tip. I can tell he's starting to get frustrated by the way he’s fidgeting above me.

“Your such a fucking tease baby,” He says petting through my hair, “Such a dumb little brat”

And my stupid ass giggles instead of saying anything, but it gets him going enough for him to tangle his hands into my hair and start using my mouth to get him off, my moans and hisses just add to his pleasure. 

I hollow my cheeks out and swirl my tongue around his dick to give him some form of stimulation, and use my hands to jerk off the rest of his cock that I can’t fit in my mouth. 

It’s so fucking dirty, the sounds of me gagging on my roommates dick with spit rolling out of the corners of my mouth, and the whole scene is finished of with Vinnies moans echoing around our house. 

He’s so fucking close to cumming and I can tell by the way his grip on my hair tightens and his moans turn whispier. But for some fucking reason he pulls me off and picks me up so I’m straddling is lap again and were making out again.

He flips both of us over so I’m laid out on my back and he’s hovering over me like I’m the finest piece of art he's ever seen, “Hey baby, you still with me?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.

He takes his fingers and finally take my panties off and dips them into my folds, his thumb reaches my clit and he makes figure 8’s on them, the sudden simulations causes me to gasp and arch my back which leads to Vinnie’s hands finding refugee on my hips and pushing me down into the comforter as he continues to stimulate me.

His hand drags in and out of me as our lips interlock, we move in a steady rhythm and everything feels so right, for a second I forget about everything that we were fighting about and melt into his touch, I may be a petty bitch but god has this man done something to me.

The knot in my stomach builds and I know Vinnie can tell by the way my legs shake and how my lips quiver around his whilst my hands drag my nails through his back, causing him to hiss in pain and pleasure.

“Vinnie” I moan out, “Please can I cum”

I’m begging at this point, I’m so close to release and I wanna cum so bad that all my self respect leaves my body.

“I don’t know baby, you’ve been so rude”

“Please, Vinnie please” I plead, “I need you so bad, please I’m yours”

I give him what he wants in hope he gives me what I want and it works like a charm

“Oh how am I gonna deny such a pretty girl?” He states but he removes his hands causing me to whine but instead takes his dick and lines up to my folds and slowly goes in, reveling in the way my eyes roll to the back of my head.

He’s excruciatingly  slow and then painfully fast slamming into my hips with the sound of our skin slapping adding to the ambiance. Our moans bounce off the walls, my breathless wines along with his low grunts create a melody of intimacy, it’s so different to how we started. 

We’re so fucking close to cumming that Vinnie tells me to, “cum with him”, and that’s exactly what we do. We both finally get our release after so long that we don’t even move for a second, my forehead and his touches for what seems like an eternity until he finally pulls out and places a kiss on my cheek and heads to get water and towel to wipe me off.

After he does that, I get up and pick up my panties and put them on and then put on Vinnies shirt whilst he puts on his sweat and we both use the bathroom.

As I get into bed with him after changing he cups my face and places a kiss on my lips, “Plus I’m sorry for everything, I’m such a dick sometimes”

It’s sweet, after all we're not even exclusive and he's this sweet, I kinda forget everything he’s done… until I don’t.

“It’s fine baby, you can make up with me in between my thighs”, I say the last part so quietly that he doesn’t register it for a second until he places one more kiss on my lips and slips under the covers.

[staceymcgillicuddy]

Day 23: Surprise

Happy holidays, everyone! Thanks to @hellcheerxmas for running such a fun event! This is the last day of ficlets, so a big hug to everyone who liked, reblogged, or read one of these along the way. If you want to read anything else from me, my AO3 is StaceyMcGill, and I post fairly regularly. (Or you can just follow my Tumblr.)

December 1993 Paris, France

“Can’t you un-cancel it?” Eddie says as Paul, their long-suffering manager, follows him down the corridor toward the stage door in the wake of his sour mood. 

The situation isn’t Paul’s fault. Not entirely. But it is Paul’s fault that Eddie’s in Paris, while his wife of four months is missing him in LA. The gig was a last-minute request—a charity concert for sick kids, which is noble enough, but they were only asked because a bigger band fell through. Ultimately, the show was a bomb because they’re not that big in Europe yet, and there’s nothing worse than a lousy set. 

Except, maybe, for finding out that he’s not actually headed home tonight, the twenty-first of December, and he’s stuck in this snow-encrusted hellscape for at least one more day? Yeah, that’s absolute balls, and Paul gets to bear the brunt of his irritation. 

“Everything’s booked,” Paul says. “C’mon, man, it’s not that bad. You’re still at the Ritz.” 

Eddie scoffs and shoves his hands into his pockets, already anticipating the bitter bite of cold air when he steps outside the venue. He wants a fucking cigarette, but he’s trying to quit, so he settles for snapping at Paul again. “Yeah, that’ll sound good. Sorry, Chrissy, but I might not make it home for Christmas.” 

“You’re not gonna miss—”

“Whatever, dude.” Eddie flips Paul the bird as he slides into the back of the waiting black car. “Fix it.” 

“Doing my best, boss,” Paul replies, and maybe Eddie feels fifteen percent bad about being a dick, but Paul had sworn up and down both sides of his fucking face that it was a one-and-done, in-and-out sort of gig that would set them up for a European tour next year, maybe. 

Eddie drums his fingers against his thigh as the bright lights of Paris pass by. City of light, city of romance, yadda yadda yadda. Not so much. He’s jet-lagged, cranky, hungry, and he should be on his way to the goddamn airport to get greeted by Chrissy at home, not pulling up to the Ritz and getting greeted by doormen. 

His sour mood hangs over him like a cloud as he takes the elevator to his floor, and he knows he needs to call home, but he doesn’t want to have that conversation, either. Maybe a couple of drinks first, so he won’t be cut quite so deep by the crushing disappointment in her tone when she tells him it’s “fine, Eddie, honestly,” because she will because she’s the fucking best. 

It comes as quite a surprise, then, when Eddie flips on the light in his room and discovers the ‘she’ in question reclining on his bed in a short black teddy with matching lace panties. The expression on her face is one of the cat who’s just gotten the cream, with a giggle to boot. 

“Holy shit,” he says. 

“Surprise,” she replies and sits up on her knees. 

“What the fuck…” 

“Christmas in Paris sounded so romantic, I couldn’t pass up the chance to join you.” She glances at the phone on the nightstand. “Paul says you’re in a mood.” 

Eddie’s brain is stuck somewhere in her cleavage, and he can only manage a dumbfounded, “Paul?” 

“Duh. Who do you think conspired with me to put all this together?” 

She holds out her arms. Eddie doesn’t waste a second before stepping into them. Kisses her sweetly and pushes her back so he can press the length of her against the length of him in that familiar, easy fashion. 

“You’re cold,” she declares, even as she unzips his coat.

“You’ll warm me up.”

(The next day, she makes him seek Paul out. Eddie does so grudgingly, but honestly, that’s just for show. Paul deserves the apology and a fat Christmas bonus, both of which Eddie is more than happy to give him.)

[tscritical]

I'm not taking Thomas' side by a long shot, I mean I'm all for the complete boycot of hp (Funny how the second jkr terf'ed it up literally every store started sellin new hp crap).

But... I guess how he sees it, is tweet vs a whole ass video, y'know? Like if you grew up with it, it's gonna be hard to get rid of old habits, like sorting ppl with a system dodgier than the horoscope 🤷 (never read hp, can you tell?)

But as I'm thinking about it more... he clearly doesn't care enough? If he did, he wouldn't tweet that.

I also went to the fitting in video to see if he had a pinned comment or something, did not, (what the fuck, he could do the bare minimum), and out of 5 months of comments, only one mentioned the jkr thing. Like I get not deleting this one cus it is kinda necessary for the plot but I am salty he hasn't deleted the butch hartman collab. That one's just filler.

So yeah... writing this one has made me more disapointed.

yeahhhh this whole ask is. yeah. agreed.

like i get that old habits die hard (i used to be a fan of hp because i bonded with my mom over it, so i sometimes think of a reference on instinct and then i have to like. mentally smack myself upside the head sjhddjfj) but he should know better than to tweet that shit man. that wasn’t just “oops slip of the tongue” he actually typed it out and pressed the tweet button

and i really wish he’d pin a comment on fitting in that’s like “hey sorry that this aged like milk” or SOMETHING like c’mon pls

and i hate the butch hartman collab so much it’s a piss poor excuse for an episode and it boggles my mind as to why it’s still on youtube (it boggles my mind that bitch shartman even agreed to it in the first place like. bruh what)

head in hands. that’s all i can say at this point. head in fucking hands

[eldrai]

Bleed Just To Know You’re Alive

3.9k words - Hotch & Morgan, Hotch/Morgan - post Foyet angst.

Ao3: here

His clothes are covered in blood and his face is still bleeding; his knuckles are reddened and starting to swell, the left hand almost certainly and possibly his right broken. In the state he’s in, Derek thinks Aaron might end up just decking an EMT if they get too close out of sheer frightened instinct. So that’s going to have to wait until…

Until.

“Hotch,” Derek says. He doesn’t turn his head, doesn’t look up, just stares blankly ahead. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here.”

His gaze is fixed on the house. Half the lights are on, spilling long shadows out onto the lawn, and figures move past the windows. Just a few hours ago it was deserted. And a few months ago, it was his entire life in there. Derek can’t blame him.

“She’s…” Aaron says, voice rough with disuse. “I can’t leave—”

“I know,” Derek says gently. He’s trying not to be concerned, because this is common in shock victims but he can’t help worry when he’s already told him this twice. He can’t decide if a concussion or pure denial is worse. “Rossi’s staying with Haley, remember? And Jack is with JJ.”

The way his throat convulses as he swallows says no, he doesn’t remember, and his jaw tightens. “I can’t.”

Derek kneels on the grass beside him. It’s rained; the moisture soaks through into his pants. “You can’t stay here all night,” he says, in what he hopes isn’t an order but just a statement of fact. “You’re gonna freeze, man. Aren’t you cold?”

Aaron shrugs a little, though the movement is so small it’d be easy to miss. Blinks slowly. Derek suspects he’s not feeling much of anything, let alone the chill, but if it gets him to agree to go…

The thing is, he can’t think of anything strong enough to draw Aaron away save for Jack. And he’d held it together well enough until Jack had gone with JJ but after that – after he had broken down and sobbed like Derek had never seen him before, after they had convinced him to let go of Haley, stumbled outside and all but collapsed out here – the blankness had taken over and seeing Aaron like this wouldn’t do the kid any good. Pale and glassy-eyed and distant.

“Come on,” Derek says, offers him a hand. “We can go see Jack or I can take you home first, whichever you want.”

Either way he’s hoping to convince him that a shower might help – not because it will, though he’s got his fingers crossed that some sort of change in scenery will – just so that if he says he wants to see Jack they have an excuse for a quick detour back to his apartment to give Aaron a minute to breathe.

Aaron’s tongue darts out over his lower lip but he only swallows, like the words are lodged somewhere in his throat, trapped. His fingers try to curl into fists. The pain prevents them from moving much; they twitch on his knees. The pulse in his neck beats faster and he avoids Derek’s eyes, withdrawing further into himself.

So choices probably aren’t the best thing for him at the minute. Right. That makes it a lot easier but it’s also going to make Derek feel absolutely shitty ‘forcing’ Aaron to do things.

“Home?” he suggests.

And with a jerky nod like it pains him, Aaron agrees.

As he stands, Derek swears there’s more blood on him than he remembers; it’s sprayed across the front of his shirt, soaking dry darker patches at his knees. Browning spots on his shoes. And there’s a splatter of it across his neck, up each arm and his hands – he can’t tell whose blood it even is. Doesn’t seem to matter much now, does it? They’re dead and Aaron is barely alive.

He’s seen some of the looks passed between the emergency crews, the cops traipsing in and out of the scene. There were the photographers too and the coroners’ have been hovering around waiting for their turn. It is not a clean kill—neither of them. Blood all over the house where Derek assumes they’d fought, smashed remnants of a vase and spots of blood, a dropped flashlight and the battery rolled loose, holes in the plasterboard. From the get go it’s chaos.

As for Foyet’s corpse, in the clinical sense it’s overkill. The gunshot wounds were surprisingly accurate in the circumstances and left alone he’d have bled out before medical help arrived. But the broken bones and bloody mess of his face are stark and sharp, caving inwards like crumpled paper, and they are going to have a field day asking Aaron to defend that. Clearly unnecessary.

In his personal opinion?

Derek had pulled Aaron away for his sake only.

But he’s not afraid of Aaron like they are, outsiders just seeing Foyet for his injuries, judging him for the blood on his hands. Afraid for him, sure, because there is an awful emptiness in his eyes and it’s the antithesis of everything he ever is, that constant observation and the thoughts; Aaron thinks more than anyone he’s ever met and it isn’t always a good thing but Derek wishes he had overthinking Aaron spiralling into anxiety instead of him dissociating completely, because one of those he can help.

Being afraid of him is something completely different and nearly laughable. Derek wants to ask where in the evidence are they finding a hint that any part of this was for anyone’s sick enjoyment other than George Foyet? Because there might be blood crusted beneath Aaron’s fingernails but there are still tear tracks drying on his face; his hands shake not with anger but fear. Where they’re seeing a violent man is a defeated one.

Aaron follows him but hardly draws his gaze away from the house. The keys are still in the SUV he’d taken, the door flung open, and Derek figures he might as well use whatever will get them out of here the fastest.

He hesitates before he sits, his jaw clenching and a hard line of tension running straight across his shoulders. His knuckles are going deep, rich shades of bruised but not a hint of pain is visible. Just the grief, the anxiety, all coiled up into a painful tension he holds in his slow movements.

Derek has to drum his fingers on the metal of the seatbelt to get Aaron’s attention, and even then it takes him a moment to seem to recall what he’s supposed to do with it. He can just about manage with his hands as they are. It worries him, how literally Aaron will follow his – he hesitates to call them commands but they almost are, because without them he doubts he’d be doing anything at all - down to the letter but nothing more. He wishes it was out of spite. Anger is something to work with. This distance, dissonance, this chasm between his head and everything else frightens Derek.

It's a quiet drive.

Aaron says nothing. Stares out the window and isn’t bothered by the sideways glances Derek sneaks every time he can. He’s still breathing a little off-kilter, a little wet with the last remnants of the sobbing, but the glistening in his eyes doesn’t spill over into tears again. Derek is, for a moment, selfishly glad that he’s not talking; he has nothing he can possibly say to make it easier on him. No answers. No comfort. No words.

They had decided it wasn’t a good idea to leave Aaron alone – and if Derek hadn’t been convinced then, he certainly would be by now – and his apartment hadn’t seemed like the greatest place to be either, a freshly opened scab on that wound, the same carpet with the too-light bleached patch.

“You said home,” Aaron says as Derek takes a turning towards his.

“You’ve got clothes at mine,” he explains. Then, because it must’ve mattered more than it sounds like if Aaron’s said something, “That okay?”

There’s just a beat too long before Aaron gives him another wooden nod.

“You sure?” Derek says. And it’s not like he wants to take Aaron back there but if familiar ground – well, more familiar – helps him then he doesn’t want to deny him that either.

He shakes his head, doesn’t look at Derek.

“Okay,” Derek says, though it’s just as much to convince himself as it is Aaron. Prays this isn’t going to be some sort of guilt thing, punishing himself all over again. “Yeah, okay.”

They lapse back into silence and he wants to say something, do something, make himself useful because Aaron might as well be sitting on his own for all the help Derek has been so far. Nothing feels right. How can it?

When they get back, the way Aaron lags after him with his hands held stiff and sore in front of him, looking almost unconcerned about the blood on his clothes, attracts more than a few stares. If there is a silver lining it’s that Aaron misses them entirely and Derek just walks right past their gawking. Wants to ask where that attention was the night they heard—because they did, they must have and he’s never fucking forgiven the neighbours for it—a gunshot. No, they’re only concerned after everything has unfolded. When it’s too late.

Derek lets them in and enters the alarm code before it even has the chance to start beeping out the warning. He glances over his shoulder at Aaron.

The very last hint of colour has drained from his face and he swallows repeatedly. His gaze skitters around the room in a sudden burst of anxiety and Derek doesn’t have the chance to say something before a strangled sound slips through his teeth and he lurches for the kitchen sink.

Given there’s not much he can do and he knows how well touching him would go right now, even just a hand on his back as he’s retching, Derek slips past Aaron and digs around in the freezer for the small ice packs they keep buried somewhere. They’re only little things, intended more for kids Jack’s age, but he’s going to need them later for Aaron’s hands. Especially if he won’t go see a doctor for a little while.

“Shower?” Derek suggests when he’s done throwing up, standing in the middle of the kitchen with a faint confusion on his face.

Aaron blinks then disappears down the hall. Once he’s filled the packs with water and shut them in the freezer, Derek follows after him.

He hadn’t expected Aaron to get far in this state. It doesn’t come as much of a surprise when he’s stood fully dressed in front of the bathroom sink, staring down at his hands. They tremble when he tenses them, forms bloody fists. At Derek’s prompting he sits and tries with unsteady fingers to undress.

“Let me,” Derek offers, not wanting to overstep but not about to just leave him to struggle. It’ll frustrate him, he knows, for Aaron to be unable to do this right now. He’d rather have Aaron be angry at him later than at himself.

Aaron tilts his head up with a faint sigh. Derek loosens his tie and unbuttons his collar, revealing a smear of fingerprints wrapping around his neck. Adds that to a list of possibly concerning injuries though Aaron’s voice isn’t hurt but absent. With every button lower he opens on his shirt, he glances back up to the same blank look. Thinks what’s that definition of insanity again? Doing the same thing and expecting different results? He eases the shirt down Aaron’s shoulders and tries not to jostle his hands too much taking it off; though Aaron makes no effort to move, he doesn’t resist when Derek does. It's the closest to a response he gets and it does little to get rid of the sour taste in his mouth.

As he goes to take off his shoes—because he’s not sure Aaron would even hear him if he suggested he do it—it strikes him what feels so terribly wrong about it all: Aaron letting him do this without complaint. Because even if he does need help, obviously and undeniably injured, he’d much rather suffer through it alone. Probably would try to untie his laces with fully broken fingers, wait for the pain to be absolutely unbearable before letting someone know and it’d be begrudging even then.

“Okay?” he asks, and Aaron nods but he’s silent as Derek tugs his undershirt over his head. He hasn’t seen him shirtless, fully shirtless, ever.

Knowing about the stab wounds really doesn’t prepare Derek for the stark reddish lines slashed across his torso, and they’ve flattened with healing but haven’t faded. They themselves don’t hurt – it’s the scar tissue beneath on the worst nights, because Aaron’s never said anything but he’s seen where his hands go during those twinges of pain – but they look like they should.

Derek turns on the shower and adjusts the temperature as Aaron finishes undressing. Seeing him without his shirt is a distinctly different sort of vulnerability to fully watching him shower. He says something about the ice packs, getting a towel, and receives the same blank look. He leaves the door shut but not locked.

Maybe the ritual of it is as much for Derek’s sake as it is Aaron’s, because he accomplishes everything and is pacing in the hall with a clean towel in two minutes. He hasn’t heard anything, which is good, but… he hasn’t heard anything.

“Hotch?” Derek calls. “Everything okay?”

That’s a stupid question if he’s ever asked one and he’d be glad to hear Aaron get annoyed at him for it if nothing else but there’s no reply beyond the roar of water. Despite the reassurance from the medics on site, Derek’s mind jumps to concussions and haemorrhages.

“Hotch? Aaron?” he tries. “I need to hear something or I’m gonna have to come in.”

Nothing.

Derek eases the door open, his footsteps purposefully loud on the tiles, and Aaron glances up; his eyes are red in the brief second before he averts his gaze. The water is pelting down on his back, splashing up and wetting the hair on his neck, and he’s got his arms folded on his knees, face hidden from it all.

Derek leaves the towel warming over the radiator and kneels by the bath, sits back on his heels. “Am I all right here?”

Aaron nods.

Well, at least this part he knows how to handle. Derek wets a washcloth under the spray and wrings it out then taps his fingers on rim of the bathtub, the hollow ring getting Aaron’s attention less jarringly than calling him might.

“Look at me?” he says.

Aaron raises his head.

With slow, careful motions Derek dabs at the cut across the bridge of his nose, which isn’t deep but has bled like it was, blood crusted down the side of his nose, orange smeared on his upper lip. Aaron exhales and his eyelids flutter, brows drawing together, though he doesn’t pull away from the gentle touch. Derek follows the trails of blood down his face, wiping them away as he goes. The little cuts at his hairline have bled down his temples, clung to the curve of his jaw and dried underneath. He gives the cloth a quick rinse and then goes back for the salt stiff trails on his cheeks. His eyelashes are spiked from the tears and his eyes cold and dull as he stares into the distance, the whites speckled with broken blood vessels. Washing away blood is the easy part. Having life back in those eyes… all he can do is hope.

(And god, does he.)

The traces on his neck and throat Derek takes his time with washing off, his touch brief and quick, holding off whenever he notices a muscle in Aaron’s jaw start to tense or his shoulders twitch inwards. Though his eyes are glassy, his body is keeping the score, keeping those reflexes close. Scaring him is the last thing Derek wants.

Aaron coughs a little, like shaking something loose in his chest, but it doesn’t sound like a bad thing so Derek focuses on his cold hands, one at a time, holding it in his as he straightens out each finger until Aaron stops him. They are an icy white. He’s playing at being a doctor really, same as Aaron’s vaguely pretending to be okay, but at least they seem more sore than actually immobile. And then it’s washing off the traces of blood not dislodged by the shower spray, scrubbing it out of his fingernails until his hands are warm and pink and clean.

It hasn’t really helped, not that Derek can notice. That does worry him more than he’d care to admit but it’s been less time than he thinks. Stability is more important than Aaron being completely fine this soon.

“Gonna wash your hair,” Derek says. Questions seem a little useless. No objection. No agreement. Aaron does tilt his head back into his palm, eyes closed, and he takes it for what it’s worth.

Aaron’s hair is stiff with sweat and blood. Derek tips his head back just enough to wet it without spilling the water over his forehead and runs his hand through the worst of the knots, eases them apart without too much trouble. Warm water sluices down his back. And the scars there, he hasn’t had a full look at yet, and his stomach sinks when he does. Because Derek has had his suspicions but not ones he’s ever wanted to be right about. Those kind of marks show up too frequently—unsubs outnumbering victims—for him not to recognise.

He breathes in, breathes out. There is a time to be angry about that (he’s heard about Aaron’s mom, albeit very little, but never anything about his dad) and that is not tonight. Not when Aaron needs him.

His own shirt is caught in the spray when Derek leans in to lather in the shampoo, working small circles into his scalp, firm but gentle. Already his hair is smoother and silkier between his fingers, the blood and grit swirling down the drain. He cups a hand against Aaron’s forehead to stop the water streaming into his eyes and works it right around his ears, up to his hairline—

Aaron ducks forwards with a shudder, a ragged gasp like he’s been holding his breath and Derek thinks he’s missed a cut somewhere, massaged soap directly into it, until he catches how his shoulders are shaking. The tiny bursts of wet heat against the hand over his eyes.

Derek freezes. He’s not sure what pushed him over the edge but he already feels guilty for it. And he hasn’t come up with the right words to apologise, and to ask, when Aaron’s head is in his hands once more.

Maybe it’s not necessarily bad, he thinks, and that Aaron stays still when he tentatively continues assuages his fears. If he is crying, he’s doing it quietly enough Derek can’t tell.

He rinses it out and it runs clear enough Derek doesn’t strictly need to wash it again. He does anyway. If it’s the only kind of comfort he can give Aaron tonight then he’ll make sure he’s getting it. Then it’s the fancy conditioner as another reason to keep his hands there.

When Derek’s excuses come to an end, Aaron is steadier on his feet than he looks, his joints clicking after being so still for so long. Steadier in himself: the tears are only little tracks down his face and the blood is gone. Looks almost normal when one hand covers the bruising on the other. Derek leaves him in the bedroom towelling off his hair – he’d suggested Aaron put on the clothes he usually used for pyjamas and there had been no argument, for which he was grateful and discomfited. It’s easy to take care of him like this, and he’d love to get to the stage where Aaron genuinely doesn’t argue about letting himself rest and relax, but for now it just isn’t him. Derek doesn’t want easy; he wants Aaron.

But when he comes back with the ice for Aaron’s hands, he’s sat on the end of the bed with the towel a crumpled heap beside him and his hands in his lap. Derek sits beside him. The mattress dips with his weight but Aaron gives no reaction if he knows he’s there. He’s staring into nothing.

“Aaron,” Derek says. “Hey.”

The pads of his fingers rest against each other and he’s tapping some of his fingers. It isn’t a pattern Derek can identify beyond that he’s stressed.

“Talk to me,” Derek says. It’s a plea more than anything but he’s trying to keep his voice light, persuade him to do it rather than pressure him. “I want to help. Can’t do that if I don’t know what’s going on up there.”

Aaron is silent for a long time and he’s starting to seriously worry about how long this is going to last when he speaks.

“I don’t want to do this any more,” Aaron says. He has the same fear, the same sadness in his eyes he’d had when he looked to Derek back at the house—a vulnerability nearly childlike in its intensity. It’s the last thing Derek ever expects to see on him and it terrifies him when he does, because it’s so utterly unlike him it means something has gone awfully wrong. Too broken to be fixed.

This time it’s him who has to break eye contact first.

Derek is very careful to keep his thoughts to himself about this one, because Aaron is the best possible person for the job and he can’t imagine doing what they do without him. If this is a decision he’s making, he doesn’t want to get the way of it, push him to make a choice he doesn’t really want. Aaron wouldn’t let himself be convinced by others but he’d definitely take Derek’s thoughts into consideration probably more than his own.

“I know,” he says. Because his opinions don’t matter. Aaron just lost his family – he’d be worried if he wasn’t doubting it all.

Aaron breaks from his trance to press the heels of his hands to his eyes with a shaky breath. His eyes still shine when he looks up. “I don’t know who I’d be,” he admits, “if I wasn’t profiling. I don’t know what I’d do.”

“You’d find something,” Derek says. Admitting he doesn’t either is hardly going to help. “Nobody’s asking you to make a choice right now – you’ve got time to think about it.”

“I don’t need to think about it,” he says, his thumb flicking over his fingers. “Derek, I want to stay. I just can’t…”

Derek lays his palm gently on Aaron’s shoulder and he actually leans in to the touch. “Yeah.”

“I can’t do this again.”

“You won’t,” Derek says firmly. “He’s gone. Jack’s okay. But… yeah. I know. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” Aaron murmurs.

He bites back an apology because that wouldn’t do much except make things more awkward. “I’m serious though. If you need to figure out what you’re gonna do…”

“I know,” Aaron says. “I will.”

“Profiling isn’t everything,” Derek says. “And yeah, you get that already but I mean it. It really isn’t. And you do know you’re never getting rid of us that easily if you aren’t in the BAU, right? We’ve got Penelope. You can’t hide.”

“I know,” Aaron repeats. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” Derek says. He inclines his head at the dark bruising across Aaron’s hands. “They hurt yet?”

“No.”

“Good,” Derek says. “We’re icing them anyway.”

Aaron says nothing but he rolls his eyes and Derek smirks. There he is, if only for a moment. It’s a good sign.

[ragingbookdragon]

In Gotham News today, Harvey Dent AKA Two-Face was taken into custody again last night by Batman and Black Bat after an attempted bank robbery on Miagani Island. Witnesses say Two-Face and his gang members put up a tough fight. Video evidence shows Black Bat breaking Two-Face’s jaw in an attempt to put him down nonlethally. More on the story at seven with a doctor from Gotham General giving how much time recovery will take for—

She shut the TV off and put the remote down, sighing as she started refolding the towels she had previously been doing before the news had come on. Jason leaned on the back of the couch, rolling over until he was sitting at the end, slouching down. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but anytime Two-Face comes on TV, you always shut it off. And it’s only with Two-Face, never any other supervillain we beatdown and take into custody.”

Without looking up from the towels, she simply said, “I know.”

Jason watched her. “What happened between you and Harvey Dent, ma? We’ve seen the pictures in the hallway. You, dad, and him used to be conjoined at the hips.”

“It’s in the past, Jason. There’s no need to dredge up old memories.”

“Ma, c’mon, this is me we’re talking about.”

“Jason, nothing happened between Harvey and I—”

“Mama, I know you better than any of my siblings. And I know you’re bullshitting me right now. You go see the fucker almost every month and spend at least two hours talking with him. You’re seriously gonna bullshit me that nothing ever happened between you two?”

She glared at him. “Watch your mouth, young man or I’ll wash your mouth out with Dawn dish soap.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Look, if you don’t wanna talk about it, I get it, really, but it seems like you just get more and more depressed about it every time you see him.”

“I know,” she murmured, setting the towel aside and she laid her hands on her lap; with a sigh, she started, “Your dad, me, and Harvey have known each other since we were in elementary school. When Bruce went to the school for boys, I went with him because I begged my parents to let me come. I knew Bruce needed back up.”

Jason snorted. “You and an entire school of boys? Can’t imagine that went well.”

“It didn’t. The three of us got into fights with boys who wouldn’t leave me alone almost all the time.” She smiled. “It…immediately became a friendship between us three like none other. Wherever I went, they went. Wherever they went, I went. You couldn’t find us apart from each other…”

“Until…?”

“Until your dad went away to train and I…stayed with Harvey.”

Jason connected the dots. “The two of you got together.”

She smiled off down the hallway, a gentle sort of happiness he’d only seen her wear around his dad. “Harvey used to wake me up in the morning by rolling on top of me and smothering me in ‘I love you’s’ until we laughed so hard, we would cry.” She swallowed thickly. “We dated for almost seven years.”

“Why’d it end?” he asked.

“Harvey went to law school, I moved to Coast to work. It was an amicable split. We were still friends, just different life paths.” She cleared her throat. “And then your dad got back and then I came home…the two of us just sort of…connected. With your dad…everything just fell into place.”

“Was Harvey supportive?”

“Absolutely,” she huffed with laughter. “He swore up and down he was going to be my maid of honor and your dad’s best man even if he had to sew a wedding dress and suit together and occasionally walk on either side of us.” Jason snorted and she couldn’t help but laugh too. “He was at our wedding. He walked me down the aisle to your dad.”

Jason saw the way her expression began to turn with grief. “And then as Batman began to grow in Gotham…the attack happened.”

“Yes,” she whispered, looking at her hands. “I…had never felt such heartache in my life as watching Harvey split right down the seam into Two-Face.”

“You loved him.”

“I still do,” she answered clearly, gazing at him with tears in her eyes. “Harvey was the only other man besides your dad that I’ve ever loved. That I’ve ever shared everything with. My heart breaks for him all the time. I know that it isn’t Harvey doing those things, it’s Two-Face.” She looked away. “And I hate that I can’t stop loving him at times. If I could let him go, I would, but…”

“You know that Harvey’s in there and that he still needs you.”

“Yes.”

“Does dad know how you feel about Harvey?”

“Of course. I’ve never hidden anything from him. At times…I know he feels the same about Harvey too.” She sniffled and wiped her eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, Jay, I love your dad. I married him because he’s my soulmate. But if it came down to saving either him or Harvey from certain death, I’d choose your dad, but the fact is that it would take me down to the last second to do it.”

Jason shuffled the towels out of the way and wrapped his arms around her, gently resting his chin on top of her head. “You’re a good woman, mama.”

“I’m not as good as I could be, baby boy,” she answered tearfully. “I should be better.”

“Nah,” he murmured. “You’re the best as they come.” Jason gently squeezed her. “And for the record, Harvey knows how much you care about him, mama.”

“I hope so,” she said, and patted his thigh. “Let me up though, I gotta go start dinner.”

“Nope,” Jason retorted, hugging her tighter. “We’re gonna chill here for a hot second and feel better.”

She laughed and rested her head on his shoulder. “Thank you, baby boy.”

“Always, mama.”

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

Moon Daisy

Fandom: The Amazing Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield TASM)

Collection/Series: N/A

Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker x Plus Size! Fem identifying Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff​ aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long​

Rating: T (for making out???)

Warnings: Mostly teeth rotting fluff, very sweet, a little bit of apprehension about being too heavy for Peter to pick you up, but no negative self talk. I mean it when I say this is sweet. You might want to make a dental appointment. 

Summary: He’s been trying to convince you to let him take you for a swing around the city for months, ever since he first told you he was Spider-Man. You’ve been a little apprensive, not sure about being picked up for the first time in, well, years. 

Moon daisy - beauty and innocence; childlike playfulness; gentleness; I will think of it; strength 

Notes: Is this a series? Just using plant names? Idk. Let me know what you think of this one guys!

I did the maths, so canonically he can lift like 10 tons which is 20,000 pounds so, I think you’re good, babe. You think you’re too heavy? Not for my man, Peter. He gotchu. This boy with throw you over his shoulder okay, he loves you so damn much, he’s so tall to contain all that love. 

There are a few things in life that don’t happen to you, all of them relatively inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, some of them a little more heartbreaking. One of those things is being picked up and tossed about. The moment you hit middle-school your parents stopped picking you up, claiming you were too heavy and throughout your schooling and college years you’d always been considered too big and heavy for piggyback rides or bridal carries or, well, any sort of carrying.. 

You’d never had a boyfriend who tried, or seemed in the slightest bit interested in picking you up. You never asked either. At some point in your teens you’d simply accepted that you weren't made to be lifted, you were fat and beautiful, but people just wouldn’t or couldn’t lift you. Now in your twenties Peter Parker was really testing what you knew about yourself and what you were or were not built for.  

“Peter, I’m too heavy! I’m not…I’m not the sort of girl that you pick up.” You were warding off his hands as they kept reaching for your waist. It was sweet that your boyfriend wanted to take you for a swing around the city, but impractical, in your eyes, to expect him to lift and carry you around the city for any amount of time. 

“That’s bullshit,” Peter can’t help but point a finger at you as if that’ll drive the point home. The concept that you just ‘weren’t that sort of girl’ was bizarre to him and he wanted to know what idiot planted that seed in your head. “I’m literally Spider-Man, c’mon! I can literally lift a car or a bus, I think I can pick my beautiful girlfriend up and take her for a swing around the city.” 

“I don’t know, Peter…I haven’t been picked up since I was like six…”

“Hey,” He cups your round cheeks in his hands, drawing you close. Doe brown eyes boring into your own, the ridiculously infuriatingly charming smirk twisting the corner of his mouth, “All I wanna do today is pick my beautiful, amazing, funny, talented, brilliant girlfriend up and show her the time of her life. You gonna let me do that, pretty lady?” 

You let out a groan at him, “That’s not fair!” You turn away from him with your groan, glaring at him over your shoulder.

“What’s not fair, pretty lady?” He knows, he does know. He’s known from the first time he called you that, that it makes you a little weak behind the knees. That it gets that adorable little embarrassed smile from you, that it makes you giggly. It’s his favourite thing to call you, simply because he knows you love it. 

“That!” You point an accusatory finger towards him. You know he knows what you’re talking about. The infuriating little grin on his face, the one that shows his dimples is out. He’s a terrible liar. 

“What? What? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“You know I…” You groan again, turning to face him as he takes a step closer to you, the grin softening to something sweeter. Less frustrating but still ridiculous. So ridiculous how he riles you up in the best sort of way.

“You…?” His hands make it to your wide hips, pulling you closer until you bump against him. This close you can see the stubble that’s starting to grow on his jaw from him missing one too many shaves this week, it makes him look older, more rugged than the twenty-five year old nerd you’re dating. It looks good on him though, a little too good. 

“I can’t say no to you when you call me that…” 

“You are though…you’re my pretty lady. So, so pretty…” He means it, you know he does. He never fails to remind you that he thinks you're beautiful, it doesn't matter what other people have told you in the past. He never fails to look at you, all of you from your messy morning hair to your back rolls and the spot you always get on your chin, and still he thinks you're beautiful. He melts you every time and you're very ready to say ‘Yes, you damn webhead, swing me around the city’, but he doesn’t give you the chance. 

The way you melt for him is all the distraction he needs to get his arms underneath your legs and lift you up into his arms. “Peter!” You wrap your arms tight around his neck at the sudden change in perspective.

“See, what did I tell ya? Easy. Not even a problem!” He swings you around the room in his arms and as much as you try to put on a grumpy face, to frown at him and pretend like he’s the absolute worst, you can’t. 

Peter swings you back and forth and tosses you about as if you weigh nothing and it brings a bright sort of laughter out of you, that has your nose scrunching up and your eyes crinkling at the corners. He can’t look away from your smile.

“There’s that smile I love!” 

He swings you about some more before slowly coming to a stop, you’re breathing hard from the sheer intensity of your laughter but the giggles dissipate at the look he gives you. It’s so utterly soft, so deeply in love that it steals your breath away. Sometimes you wonder how you managed to capture Peter’s attention, he was a complete package, a ten out of ten, and he chose you. You weren’t sure there was a person alive who’d be good enough for Peter Parker, he was just too damn perfect.  

“Wanna go for a ride now, pretty lady?” 

You hate heights, hate them, but he looks so eager to take you around the city and…and you want to, you really do. So you mentally pull your big girl pants on. “Yeah, I’d like that.” 

“Okay, well, wrap your legs around me,” You do as instructed, thick thighs wrapping tight around his hips crossing behind his back, your arms wrapping around his neck tight enough to hold on but mindful not to choke him, “there we go, just like that. I’m gonna have to put the mask on, and then we can go.” 

It’s kind of impressive how Peter manages to get the mask on while you’re in his arms like that, but you don’t have long to dwell on it before he’s walking out onto your fire escape and wrapping his arm tight around you. “You ready?”

You look up at him clearly a little bit scared and he tightens his arm in response, “I’m not gonna drop you. I’ve got you, pretty lady.” 

“If you drop me Peter Benjamin Parker I will haunt you for the rest of your life.” You mean it. You don’t know if ghosts exist, but you’ll find a way to come back and you will haunt him for the rest of his life and into the after-life as well if you can. 

“At least you’d make a cute ghost” There’s that stupid smirk of his again, that has you open mouthed and gaping at him. 

“That’s not the po-Ahhh!” You’re cut off by your own screaming as Peter takes that moment to jump from the fire escape. 

The feeling of free falling is absolutely terrifying for those few seconds before he shoots out a web to catch the next building and then you’re gliding through the air and…and it’s magical. 

Each drop is exhilarating, kind of terrifying, but still exciting. But, those moments in between? Where you’re swinging smoothly through the night sky, the street lights flashing by like colourful stars? It’s amazing and you can’t help but gape in awe. Peter watches you between making sure he doesn’t swing into anything, and everytime he does his chest feels tight in the best sort of way. You look beautiful all the time, but there’s something about the lights glimmering off your eyes and the look of wonder that only heightens his feeling of love towards you. 

You can see how Peter became addicted to this, to swinging through the streets of New York night after night, watching the lights flash by and the people below. It’s breathtaking and you can’t believe you’d denied him this opportunity for so long, to see part of his world. 

Finally you settle on the Empire State building, Peter’s favourite place to go when he needs a break, to clear his head. A place he wants to show you, to share with you. The air is cooler up here, but the bracing breeze is refreshing after all the excitement of swinging through the city. 

“I’ve never been up here…” You watch as Peter takes his mask off, his brown hair sticking up in all sorts of odd ways, has you reaching out to try to smooth it down. It doesn’t work. It’s adorable. 

“Really? You’ve never been to the Empire State?” 

“I guess I just never found the time…” You weren’t a native New Yorker and in the time you’d lived in the city your focus had been on work, then on Peter and your friends as well. You hadn’t done as much sight seeing as perhaps you should have, although tonight you’d seen a lot of the city. 

“Well, what do you think?” Peter opens his arms wide, gesturing to the view of New York city and you lean on the railing next to him. 

“It’s beautiful.” The city lights sparkle and glisten and for a city that can seem so difficult at times, it reminds you that there’s always a bigger picture. That there’s truly some magnificent things to see if you don’t get so caught up in the daily. 

He leans beside you, turning you to face him. The two of you inch closer and closer together until your foreheads touch, you smile softly up at him and once again wonder how you got this lucky. 

“You’re beautiful.” He reaches up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing across the soft round skin. You glance off to the side with a bashful smile, he always seems to make you shy even after dating for a year you just can’t help it. He makes you giddy, like a schoolgirl. 

“You’re cheesy.” Yet, still you wrap your arms around his shoulders and play with the hair at the nape of his neck. There’s barely any space between the two of you, hips to hips, stomach to stomach, chest to chest. 

“You love it.” You’re the only person in his world at that moment, the noise of the city below feels distant, the blaring of car horns a non-issue. Peter’s simply captivated by the way you bite your bottom lip, how you look up at him underneath your lashes, sexy and beautiful and devastating without even trying to be. That’s what gets him the most, how effortlessly you seem to just shake his world. 

“No, I just love you.” You say it so simply, like it's not a big deal, and maybe it's not. You’ve said it before, it's not a new confession. You tell each other you love each other every single time you part and every time you see each other again. 

For Peter it feels like the first time. Maybe it's the nighttime atmosphere, or the fact you finally let him take you for a swing or maybe, maybe it's just you, but he can’t help but draw you into a passionate kiss, his lips consuming yours as if it's the only way for him to breathe. 

He grips your hips tight, fingers digging into the soft meat there and that’s something about your body he loves, how it gives to him, dimples and dips and curves around him. It only makes him want you more. 

Your hands dive into his hair tugging at the brown strands and he can’t help the groan that he lets out against your lips, you just manage to do something to him every time. You kiss until you can’t breathe anymore, pulling apart to gasp for air like you’ve run a marathon. His nose presses into your cheek, dimpling the skin before placing a soft kiss there, gentler than the last kiss you just shared. 

Peter’s lips move to the shell of your ear, whispering quietly, afraid to break the moment, the feeling that seems to surround the two of you, “I’m…I’m never gonna forget this moment, never. God, you don’t know how much I love you.”

“I think I have an idea, Webhead.”

He drives you crazy, but God, do you love him for it.

[albakore]

Office Adventures

Synopsis: (office!au) Sometimes Kaeya’s ideas can be brilliant. Other times you wonder how this man even made it this far in life. This time, however, the outcome is a little different than you expect…

Characters (together): Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma/Tohma, Childe, and Zhongli (fem!reader)

Warnings: not sfw (18+), like pure unadulterated filth. public-ish sex, voyeurism, unprotected sex, vibrator, masturbation, Diluc fucking you while everyone else watches because i am Diluc’s whore before i am human,

part 2

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It felt so downright perverted to be acting this way. You tried your hardest to stay focused on the presentation in front of you but your mind kept drifting back to the device that was sitting between your legs. Kaeya had managed to slip a vibrator in your underwear right before this meeting, after he pulled you into an empty office and worked it inside of you. He pulled up the app on his phone and tested it to make sure it worked properly. It did, much to his delight (and your dismay.)

Zhongli was up at the front presenting some information about this months sales. He was flipping through various infographics in the presentation he had prepared, motioning to them every so often to accentuate his point. Diluc was sitting across from Kaeya jotting down notes as he went, next to him was a bored looking Thoma. Childe occupied the seat on the Kaeya’s left and was very keenly watching Zhongli as he presented. The seat to Kaeya’s right was empty, as that’s where Zhongli had been sitting. You watched Kaeya reach for his phone again that was sitting on the table in front of him. He tapped the screen a few times and you felt the vibrations inside of you grow stronger. You pressed your thighs together desperately trying to mask what was taking place. You couldn’t help but chew your bottom lip desperately trying not to let your pokerface drop.

“Ms. (Name), are you alright?” You heard Kaeya call from across the table, interrupting Zhongli. That little shit, you thought. You took a deep breath to help calm you down, putting on the best neutral expression you could muster before glancing up and meeting Kaeya’s mischievous smile.

“Of course. Why do you ask?” You tried to ignore how all of the men’s eyes glanced over in your direction. You could feel your impending orgasm looming as the vibrator continued to buzz inside you still even with all their gazes on you.

Thoma chimed in this time, completely oblivious. “You’re looking a little flustered, do you need to step out for some air?” Your eyes drifted to meet his, a genuinely concerned expression on his face as he scanned over you for signs of sickness or injury.

“I’m fine, really,” you assured him quickly, “I just picked the wrong day to wear this outfit.” You joked, motioning to your matching blazer and skirt that were made out of the same thick material. You added in a smile to really sell your excuse, fanning yourself to make it seem like maybe the heat was just getting to you.

Zhongli, who had been interrupted in the middle of his presentation, cleared his throat to take the attention away from the disruption. “Well, this is the last slide so if you’ll allow me to get through this then you can go back to your office and cool down a little. May I?” You nodded your head quickly and added in a small sorry before you ducked your head back down to focus on the notes in front of you. You were grateful when you felt the attention slowly shift off you and back to Zhongli.

Your mind drifted again with Zhongli’s voice as the perfect background noise for your fantasies that played in your mind. You thought again about Kaeya pulling you into that office right before this meeting with his fingers working you open slowly saying he had a surprise for you. You two had joked about doing something like this before, but you never thought he had the gall to actually go through with it. He was definitely enjoying this entirely too much, you could tell by the way his attention shifted from his notes to study you every so often. Whenever he altered the frequency of the vibrator, your resolve would fall just briefly and you’d allow yourself one shaky breath as your fists clenched and your eyebrows furrowed, desperately trying to fight the orgasm that had been creeping up on your for what felt like forever now. You were completely unaware of the vermillion eyes that would drift your way every time your face would scrunch or your hips would shift.

“And with that, we’re done for the day.” Zhongli’s concluding statement cut through your lewd thoughts. You let out a sigh of relief thinking about how you wanted nothing more than to get out of this meeting room and to the privacy of your own office. Zhongli returned to his spot at the table beside Kaeya and began gathering up his papers. The rest of the men also shuffled their stuff together, starting to stand from their seats and stretch.

“Say, Kaeya,” Childe’s voice cut through the shuffling. You watched in slow motion horror as he reached out and grabbed Kaeya’s phone that had been sitting face up on the table while Kaeya had stepped away from his seat to go return something he grabbed before the meeting. “What is this app you kept toying with throughout the meeting?” He asked as he examined Kaeya’s phone. Kaeya’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think of a way to draw Childe’s attention away from the phone without being obvious. As Kaeya opened his mouth to reply, Childe tapped something on the screen.

“Wait!” You and Kaeya exclaimed in unison but it was too late, the vibrator in between your legs kicked up a few notches and in a matter of seconds the orgasm that Kaeya had had you dancing around for the last half of this meeting came crashing down. You let out a loud, sultry moan as you ducked your head to keep some sense of your dignity as the men watched you clench your legs and squirm in your seat. Kaeya quickly made his way back to his phone and snatched it away from Childe, cutting off the vibrations. There were a few beats of silence as the men all watched you carefully while you caught your breath, head still lowered and hands still gripping the arms of your chair harshly. The realization of what just happened finally hit you as your head cleared. The fucked out expression on your face shifted to a mortified one as you tried to think of some sort of response.

Childe’s voice rang out hesitantly from the other side of the room, “uh, sorry..”

Instead of addressing his apology you used every ounce of courage in you to spit out a ‘please excuse me’ before getting up from your chair and promptly exiting the room. You ran for the nearest empty bathroom and locked yourself inside, suddenly thankful for the first time ever that your office had single person bathrooms. Your back hit the door as your head reeled from the events that just took place, embarrassment washing over you. I’m gonna get fired, you though bitterly, they probably think I’m disgusting. You slowly reached down and pulled back your underwear to see the soaked mess that had become your panties. You sighed, pulling them up again before your eyes met the mirror. Your appearance was disheveled: your lips were swollen from biting them to stifle your moans and your legs were still shaking from your recent orgasm.

A loud knock sounded on the door behind you. “(Name)?” Kaeya’s voice called out. “…I know you’re in there.” He added after a few moments of waiting for you to respond. You still didn’t answer his calls so he continued, “they’re all waiting for you to come back.” Your heart dropped. What does that mean? Are they going to discuss the consequences of your actions already? Why so soon? Couldn’t they wait and sleep on it?

You turned around hand gripping the door handle as you took a deep breath to calm your racing heartbeat, figuring it best to face this head on. You opened the door with a click only to be met with Kaeya’s fist inches from your face, evident that he was about to knock again. “There you are!” He quickly withdrew his knuckles and gave you a quick concerned once-over.

You glanced around nervously to make sure he was alone before slumping against him. He pulled you into his embrace as his way to apologize for the events that took place. He knows it was his bad to leave his phone out there like that, especially given the fact that Childe knows his passcode. He stroked your back a few times soothingly, allowing you to inhale his scent hoping that it would provide you some comfort.

“C’mon, let’s not keep them waiting.” He spoke after a few moments before gently taking your hand to lead you along behind him through the hallways. You approached the meeting room again in quick strides, your anxiety climbing higher and higher the closer you two got.

Kaeya stopped in front of the meeting room door and turned to face you, sensing your anxiousness. His hands grabbed your shoulders gently. “There’s no need to be nervous. You’re not going to get in trouble or anything of the sort, I’m certain of it.” He leaned forward and let his lips rest against your ear, “I’m also certain that they all had a boner when I left them. I mean who wouldn’t after the show you put on.” A shiver ran up your spine at his words. You opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to form some sort of response, but before you could he had turned around and pushed open the meeting room door.

“Where is she?” You heard Childe ask. You peaked over Kaeya’s shoulder into the room. The men had returned to the seats they had been in during the meeting.

“(Name).” Zhongli addressed you firmly when his gaze met yours. You squeaked and ducked behind Kaeya again. The man in front of you chuckled before taking a few steps into the room, motioning for you to follow. You swallowed thickly before taking a few tentative steps.

Kaeya closed the door behind you as you finally straightened your back and addressed the men in front of you. “Um…” you tried to keep eye contact with them to appear more collected than you actually were but quickly found your fleeting confidence fading. Instead, you settled for fixing you gaze on the ground in front of you. “I’m very sorry for what happened.”

“Did he force you into this?” Diluc’s question caught you off guard.

“N-no!” You stammered quickly. "He and I talked about it beforehand." You said assuredly, not wanting your actions to reflect worse on Kaeya than they already had. Your cheeks burned and your shoulders were tense. “I know it was very unprof-“

“(Name), come here.” The firm words from Diluc caught you off guard. You studied him for a second, trying to read his intentions. Kaeya finally took his own seat across the table from Diluc. You made your way past Thoma to where Diluc was sitting before you paused. Diluc patted his thigh to motion for you to sit there. It caught you way off guard. You noted how Kaeya was absolutely right, though you couldn’t see Childe or Zhongli, you could definitely see both Diluc and Thoma were noticeably hard. You went to straddle his thighs but he stopped you. “Other way.” You turned yourself around and settled against him with your back flush with his chest. It took everything in you not to grind against his boner that was even more noticeable now that it was pressed against you.

His lips met the shell of your ear. “Is this alright?” He asked, fingers hovering over you, waiting for your permission for him to touch you. You nodded, swallowing thickly and his hands came into contact with your skin. Diluc’s fingers worked to hike your skirt up. He let his fingertips ghost up and down your outer thigh a few times, pressing a kiss to your neck. He pushed his chair back from the table and spread your legs wide to make sure the other guys could see what he was doing to you. He stopped again briefly as his fingers came to rest on the edge of your panties, waiting for your go ahead before pushing them down your thigh. He paused to admire the string of slick that connected your sex to your underwear. You didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed before Thoma let out a groan beside you at the sight. Diluc continued working your panties down your legs until he slipped them off completely and tossed them on the table in front of you two. Next, his hands reached down and pulled the vibrator out of your cunt that Kaeya had stuffed in there with a quiet squelching noise. He held it up and examined the way it was coated completely in your arousal.

“I can turn it on, if you want.” Kaeya offered as he watched the scene in front of him intently. His signature cocky smirk had returned as he noticed how wet he had gotten you with his vibrator.

“Please do.” Diluc answered, turning his attention from the toy back to your cunt. “May I?” He whispered in your ear as the hand not holding the toy traced the skin below your bellybutton down to the area just above your clit and back up again.

“U-uh..” you hesitated, gauging the reactions from the men around you. Zhongli’s gaze was fixated on you. He was leaning forward on his elbows, his fingers locked together resting over his mouth. His irises looked like they were quite literally glowing as he drank in the sight of you. Otherwise, he looked completely calm. His breath was slow and steady and he was relatively still.

Childe had never looked more relaxed in his life. He was slouched against his chair, one ankle crossed over his knee and his elbows resting on the arms of the chair. His boner couldn’t be any more obvious as his eyes languidly trailed up your body, down your body, and back up again. He was truly basking in the sight in front of him.

When your gaze shifted to Kaeya he made sure to hold eye contact with you. He licked his lips seductively, eyes trailing down your body before snapping back up to your complete the eye contact again as he sent you a wink.

If there were any doubt left in your mind after looking at those three, that was all dispelled when your eyes drifted over to Thoma. He already had his cock free and was pumping himself slowly as his eyes stayed fixated on you. His cheeks were flush and his breath was fast, and the tip of his cock looked deliciously red as you watched his thumb swipe over it.

It had only taken you a few moments to be sure that none of the men in front of you were uncomfortable with what was happening before you gave Diluc the go ahead. A simple, but firm, 'yes' left your lips and in mere seconds the vibrator that he was holding roared to life, courtesy of Kaeya of course. He pressed it to your clit and immediately you mewled, back arching off his chest. You rocked your hips against the device and in turn also rocked yourself against Diluc’s boner that was growing harder by the second.

“D-Diluc,” you whined. “I want you inside of me.” You panted, focusing on grinding against him. He hummed at your request, pressing a few more open mouth kisses up your neck. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your mouth parted slightly.

“Let me prep you first.” He stated, shifting his arm and wrapping it under your thigh so he could insert two fingers into you. Your slick coated them easily, allowing him to add a third finger. He stretched you as much as he could slowly and gently, pumping his fingers in and out of you. After a few moments he pulled them away from your cunt before putting his fingers, now coated in your slick, up to your mouth. You took them in without hesitation, sucking and licking them. “Good.” Diluc praised. You locked eyes with Zhongli first, then you moved to Childe. Childes hand had also found it’s way inside his pants and was pumping himself lazily as he watched you.

You released Diluc’s now clean fingers from your mouth. “Unzip me.” He instructed, one hand working to unbutton your blouse the other one still had the vibrator pressed to your clit. You reached under you and unzipped his pants, hand trailing along his clothed dick eagerly. You pushed down his underwear and leaned forward to allow room for his cock to sprang free. You pushed back and let yourself rub against him eagerly.

He finally withdrew the vibrator from your clit so he could put both his hands on your hips to guide you onto him. He let out a low groan as he sank into you, your walls clenching around him. He bottomed out and allowed you to just sit there like that for a few moments to adjust to the girth he had. Slowly, he lifted your hips before sliding you back down again. You let out a wanton moan at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you. Diluc finally replaced the vibrator on your clit again, causing your thighs to tense around him. You placed your hands on his knees and took the lead lifting yourself up and down, slowly speeding up as the slightly painful stretch was replaced with immense pleasure. Beside you, Thoma moaned your name, matching his pace to yours as he worked himself to his own orgasm. Kaeya upped the speed of the vibrator again, enjoying watching you squirm around Diluc's cock.

Zhongli had even taken to pleasuring himself, his stoic expression fixated on watching as Diluc disappeared into your heat only to come back out again coated in your arousal. You were positively drenching Diluc's cock, leaving a wet spot on the chair underneath you two. Moans — hng, a-ah, mmh~ — left your lips as Diluc's other hand found your nipple, toying with it. Your legs started shaking as you got closer to your orgasm, but you tried to push through it to continue riding Diluc. He picked up on your fatigue quick though, and in return he lifted you up and bent you over the table in front of him, grabbing your hips from behind and pushing back into you. You moaned his name again, cheek squished against the hard tabletop, hands splayed beside your head.

"Diluc! I'm gon- I'm gonna c-" you desperately tried to choke out, feeling another strong orgasm coming on as the man slammed into you over and over. His tip curved perfectly into your sweet spot, making you arch your back. He groaned again at the feeling of your smooth walls throbbing around him.

"Let go, angel." You heard him murmur behind you. With one loud whine, your walls clamped around him as you creamed all over his cock. He let out a low 'fuck' as he was launched into his own orgasm, burying himself inside of you before filling you up with his seed. You glanced behind you to watch as Thoma coated his own hand with his cum, moaning your name loudly. Childe had also made a mess out of his shirt when he shot his semen in spurts all over it. Zhongli's hand was still working himself under his dress pants — and then you noticed Kaeya. Kaeya hadn't bothered to touch himself at all, cocky smirk plastered on his face as he stood up from his chair while you and Diluc caught your breaths.

"Is it my turn now?" Kaeya mused as he took slow deliberate strides toward you. This was going to be a long night.

[the-iceni-bitch]

For ur wheelie thing (lol I forgot the name)

Kinks: accidental stimulation & exhibitionism

Character: Steve Rogers

Prompt: “I need it”/so ask nicely”

Luv all ur writing!

Oh my god nonnie!! Lemme tell you I squealed a little bit when I got this one. This is gonna be good boy Avengers Steve because I love the idea of domming that virgin.

Again, this is smut, so no minors!!!

Steve thought he was going to die.

The two of you had been seeing each other for a few months. It had been nice to have something to distract him, and he really had missed being able to spoil a girl.

But you were a whole lot different from the dames he used to take out in the forties.

You never wanted to let him pay for anything, you'd actually rolled your eyes at him on your last date when he'd snatched the check out of your hand. Also, he couldn't remember any woman shoving him against the wall and devouring his mouth until he was a panting, whining mess. And every time you finished a date you were practically pouncing on him, he'd even heard you growl a few times through your apartment door when he'd insisted on cutting things short before they went too far.

All he wanted was to take it further though. And he felt like a damn pervert each time he got home after one of your dates and had to desperately jerk himself off. What was he supposed to do though? Sure, he knew that gals nowadays were freer with their affections, but he wanted to make sure you knew how much he respected you.

That was why he had invited you to the game night Tony was throwing, hoping that introducing you to the team would provide some sort of distraction from how much he wanted to bury himself in between your legs.

It may have been a mistake, though.

"Oh, fuck you, Stark!" You were flipping Tony off from across the table after he bought another one of your properties out from under you in Monopoly.

"I am so sorry that I understand how capitalism works and can use it to my advantage." Tony made a mock wounded gesture and grinned at you before waving his fake money in your face. "Cap, I cannot believe you are dating a girl who swears like a sailor. Has she taught all the bad words?"

Poor Steve was starting to blush. For some reason, hearing you cuss out Tony was just making it even harder for him to not imagine your lips wrapped around his cock. Which was the absolute opposite of the respectful attitude he was trying to take with you.

“Don’t tease him, Tony!” You frowned at the man as you leaned against Steve’s knee. “I don’t care that you’re Iron Man, I’ll slap that smirk right off your face. Do you want another drink, baby?”

“No I’m good.” He swallowed thickly when you stood up and stretched, sighing when you ran your fingers through his hair before moving to the bar.

“Aww, look at you, Cap!” Maria was giving him a knowing grin when he turned back to face the group. “Someone’s got it bad!”

“Guy’s, c’mon.” He usually didn’t mind some good natured ribbing, but with how frustrated he already was it was just making him crankier.

“Yeah, guys, let’s be nice.” Tony looked a little too full of himself for Steve to trust he wasn’t going to be an ass. “She pop your cherry yet, Rogers?”

“What the fuck, Tony?” Steve choked on his beer while the rest of the team cracked up.

“Oh, she did teach you all the bad words!” Tony dodged the pillow Steve lobbed at him with a guffaw.

“What is this cherry popping?” Thor looked slightly confused at the turn the conversation, Earth idioms always seemed to have that effect on him.

“Tony’s asking if Y/N took Steve’s virginity.” Clint explained, laughing lightly when realization dawned on the giant blonde’s face.

“Aha, you’re a virgin Steven?” Thor seemed to be genuinely interested, rather than endlessly amused like everyone else.

“I’m not having this discussion with you assholes.” Steve sank back into the couch and pouted. He wasn’t a virgin, it had just been a while. 

“What were you all talking about while I was gone?” You grinned when the conversation suddenly stopped once you came back into the room, Clint clapping a hand over Thor’s mouth when the god tried to explain what they had been discussing. “Fine, keep your secrets. What’re we playing next?”

“What do we think about Twister?” Everyone cheered at that, and you sank onto Steve’s lap while you waited for Tony to come back.

Well, shit. All the care he had been taking the whole night to not turn into a horny idiot went right out the window when your ass settled into the dip in his lap. And your head leaning against his shoulder meant the scent of your shampoo was filling his nostrils and making it impossible for him to think about anything except burying his face in it while he fucked you from behind.

“You ok, Stevie?” You wriggled a little when you turned to face him and he sucked in a harsh breath. “You seem kind of tense.”

“Yeah, I’m, god, I’m fine.” He was lying, the way you were moving as you chatted with the team was making him hard.

“Honey, are you su... oh.” Your voice dropped to a low purr once you felt his bulge growing underneath you, tilting your head back so you could murmur directly in his ear. “Did you want some help with that, Stevie?”

“Baby, fuck.” He didn’t care any more, he was hard up, and you smelled so good. “I need it.”

“So ask nicely.” You’d been waiting so long for this boy to break, you felt like torturing him a little, rolling your hips against him and grinning at the desperate whine he let out.

“Honey, please.” It was fucking painful, he was cursing himself in his head for holding out for so long.

“I’m gonna go help Steve with something in the kitchen.” You announced, keeping your body in front of his when the two of you stood up to start making your way out of the game room.

“Really prefer if you could help him in almost any other room.” Tony called after you, shaking his head as the two of you scurried away. “Ok, who had ‘Cap breaks at game night’ in the pool?”

As soon as you were out of sight of everyone else you were yanking Steve’s face to yours, winding your fingers through his hair and dragging him down the hall as you tugged at his lips with your teeth. He was moaning and whining desperately against your mouth, opening up and letting you curl his tongue against his while his fingers dug into your waist.

God he was stupid. Why couldn’t he think of any good reason for why he’d been putting this off? You were so soft and warm and he just wanted to get you back to his room and...

“Shit, baby, what are you doing?!” He hadn’t even noticed when you shoved him against the wall, but when you disconnected to kneel in front of him he came back a little bit.

“Can’t make it back to the room.” You mumbled, mouthing at the bulge in the front of his jeans and whipping off his belt. “Already waited too fucking long.”

“Honey, the team could walk through any minute.” Although it was a little hard for him to actually care when you ripped his fly open and nipped at the outline of his cock through his boxer briefs. “Ah, fuck.”

“That’s what makes it so exciting.” You winked at him before drawing his weeping cock out and immediately wrapping your hand around him. “Oh, fuck sweetie.”

“Y/N, oh god.” All of his concentration was going to not coming immediately like a teenager when you squeezed along his length. 

“Just look at this poor thing.” You pouted as you started pressing soft kisses all over his shaft, trying not to act too pleased when he jumped in your hand. “So pretty and needy. Have you not been taking care of him, Stevie?”

“Baby, unngh.” His knees almost buckled when you suckled gently at his swollen head, he had to brace himself against the wall to keep from collapsing. “That feels so good.”

“I know, I’m gonna take such good care of him.” You grinned at the thin keen he let out when you flicked your tongue over his slit to lap up his precum. “Keep him wet and warm all the time like he deserves.”

The column buckled when he thumped his fist into it once you took him fully into your mouth, swallowing him down your throat until your nose was nuzzled against the well trimmed hair at his base. A steady stream of obscenities started falling from his lips when you drew back before shoving your face forward again and massaging the thick vein that ran over the underside of him with your tongue. 

One of your hands trailed under his shirt so you could drag your nails over his chest, your painfully stretched lips quirking at the corners when he wrapped his hand in your hair and let out a low groan. You could tell he was still holding back though, even when you brought your free hand up to fondle his balls he wasn’t fucking your face like you really wanted.

So, you slapped his nipple and trailed your hand up to wrap around his throat, and that did what you wanted.

“Ah, baby, fuck!” His hips bucked into your face and you hummed with satisfaction. “Shit, I’m gonna come.”

Look, you prided yourself on your swallow game. You were firmly planted in the “spitters are quitters” camp. But you were not prepared for the sheer volume of cum that was suddenly shooting down your throat. There was no way you could swallow fast enough, having to pull him out while you coughed and spluttered around the ridiculous amount of cum that was overflowing your mouth, but somehow still coming out of him.

“Honey, are you ok?” Oh god, it had finally stopped. “I’m so sorry, I probably should have mentioned a couple side effects there are from the serum.”

“Stevie, I’m fucking great.” You beamed up at him once you had finally caught your breath, tears leaking down your cheeks and your lips and chin coated in thick ropes of his spend. “I probably should have mentioned that I’m a little bit of a cumslut, so this is gonna work out great for both of us. What other side effects are there?”

“Uh, well...” He was having trouble talking as he watched you scoop the excess cum with your fingers and suck them clean, his gaze flicking down to his cock when he couldn’t form a complete sentence.

“Hmm? Fuck, you’re still hard.” You were fucking giddy, fully expecting that there was no way you were going to be able to walk for a couple days after tonight. “This is very important information, Stevie. We’re gonna take full advantage of this. Let’s go.”

He barely had a chance to tuck himself back into his pants before you were dragging him down the hall. A very small part of him was worried that he may have bitten off more than he could chew with you, but mostly he was just excited for whatever you were going to do to him.

[munsonxmayhem]

Torn Between Two Lovers

Part ii of The New Girl (Final Chapter.)

Based on the song “Torn Between Two Lovers” by Mary Macgregor (maybe listen while you read)

Summary:Being the new girl in town is never easy, and tends to draw a lot of attention. But what happens when she receives the attention of two vastly different men, who both want the same thing? Her.

Warnings: angst? kissing?

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You’re sat in your car, door open, listening to music, surrounded by your newfound group of friends. Eddie, Steve, Robin, and Dustin. You turn the stereo down, and fan yourself because of the heat. “Jesus, it’s way too hot.” you announce, turning the car off and getting out. “I’m gonna die of dehydration.” you laugh as you step over to Robin, who’s sitting on your steps. “You want water?” Eddie asks. “I-“ you’re cut off by Steve, “I can get it!” He practically jumps from his spot against the car. “I was kidding!” you laugh, concerned. Looking at both of them, who quickly send a glare at each other. You shrug it off, boys, you think to yourself, shaking your head.

You and Robin are deep in conversation when you hear a heated conversation in the distance. “No, dude! I’m telling you, (Y/N) would much rather watch romance than a horror movie!” Steve exclaims, waving his hands around. Eddie rolls his eyes, “Nah, you’re wrong, man. Horror is definitely her favorite.” “No bu-“ “Boys!” you yell from the steps, “Relax. Horror is my favorite. Romance comes in second.” You express, holding your hands out in a ‘enough’ sort of way. Eddie smirks, and Steve pushes his shoulder, Eddie is about to retaliate when you throw a newspaper at them, “Dustin! Handle that!” you shout, taking Robin’s arm and dragging her inside.

Robin gives you a strange look as you shut the door, turning to her. “What the hell is that all about?” you cross your arms, taking a seat on the couch. “I’m gonna be straightforward, they like you, (Y/N).” You raise your eyebrow, “Who?” “Eddie and Steve” she pleads. You groan, then roll your eyes. “Yeah right! They’re my best friends, Robin.” She folds her arms, looking at you with a ‘are you serious’ look. “Ro-“ she stops you, “Look, all I’m saying is that they both definitely like you! They’ve been doing this for months, nonstop fighting over you, always trying to one up each other, and just to point out, you and I are best friends, too and you don’t see me taking part in the pissing contest! It’s because. they. like. you.” she rambles on emphasizing the last few words. You send her a glare and she throws her hands up in surrender. You roll your eyes, “What?! No! C’mon..” you quickly say back, in disbelief. She looks at you “You’re joking, right? (Y/N) tell me you’re joking. There’s absolutely no way you don’t see that those two boys-“ she points to Steve and Eddie who are standing outside the trailer with Dustin, “have it so very bad for you. Like so so bad.” she finishes. You glance out at the boys, a sad look on your face. You’d be lying if you didn’t think something was up, but you’d brushed the thought away weeks ago.

Always catching Eddie staring at you, and when you’d look he’d quickly look away, cheeks red. Eddie was always affectionate with you, placing a hand on yours, hugging you, or giving you a kiss on your cheek, even teaching you guitar on his most prized possession. It was always something. Then Steve was more bold, he’d always be flirting with you, putting his arm around you like the first night you’d hung out at the party, being a bit possessive whenever Eddie was around. Both constantly trying to see who knew you best, which ended up in minor arguments that you’d eventually have to break up before they turned serious. Both sweet, yet both very different in their own ways. You’d also be lying if you said you didn’t feel something for them.. as selfish as it is. You can’t have both. You love them both, but they each give you different things, different love. You don’t know what to do, but you know you have to do something.

“You have to talk to them.” Robin snaps you out of your thoughts. You nod, looking down at your feet. “I know I just.. I don’t want to lose either of them.” You sigh, placing your hands over your face. “I know, they’re both great. I don’t know.. how do you feel about them? Be honest.” She pries, but you know she’s just trying to help. “I like them both, Robin. I know that’s selfish, and I know I need to choose but it feels impossible to pick one without hurting the other, and I don’t know what to do.” you feel sick with anxiety at the thought of losing one of them. Robin comes over, taking a seat next to you on the couch and puts her hand on your shoulder. “You’re not going to lose them, (Y/N). They’re big boys, well.. big stupid boys, but they can take it. It’s better to figure it out now than to string them along, even if you’re not meaning to.” You nod, and groan in frustration. “Who do you feel like is better for you? Who do you find yourself daydreaming about when you’re alone?” Robin pushes. You stop and think.

“Hey, I picked this flower today.” he hands it to you, “it reminded me of you.” You smile widely, taking the flower. “Thank you so much, that’s so sweet.”

“Okay, what are you staring at? Watch the sunset!” You question him, looking at the sunset you both came to watch. “It’s just not nearly as pretty as you.” An embarrassed smile on his face as the words come from his mouth. You giggle loudly, lightly pushing his shoulder, “Oh my god, how cheesy!”

“(Y/N)! Look what I found today!” a boy stumbles into your room, holding up a t-shirt. You cock your brow, eyeing the shirt in his hands. “Is that the one I have?” A huge smile on his face, “Yes! Now we match!” he exclaims, flopping onto your bed.

Then you know.

“Eddie..” A singular word, barely above a whisper, but has enough meaning behind it to change your entire life. Robin nods, giving you a sympathetic smile. Before she has a chance to speak, you grab her, pulling her into a hug. She gasps, confused. “Thank you” you mutter before pulling her back and holding her shoulders. “Thank you so much.”

“I-“ before she can finish, you’re out the door.

“Steve! Can I talk to you?” you yell from the step of your trailer, he turns to you, a smile big enough to break your heart plastered on his face. “Yeah! We’re just about to head out, what’s up?” He strolls towards you.

You take his arm gently, and bring him inside to your room, closing the door behind you. He sits on the bed, as you pace around with shaky hands. He looks confused, “uh.. what’s up?” he speaks up, getting nervous. You turn to face him, “Steve. You know you’re one of my best friends right?” you manage to get out. He nods slowly, unsure of where this is going. You take a deep breath.

“Look-“ you sit next to him on the bed, “You know I care about you, and I never want to lose you as my friend, ever. And I don’t want you to hate me..” you begin. He looks intently into your eyes. “But-“ He cuts you off. “But you like Eddie..” the words come from his mouth like he’s taken them directly from your head. You look down, putting your head in your hands. “I’m sorry, Steve. I’m awful.” He places a hand on your back, reassuringly. “(Y/N), no.. you’re not awful. It’s okay! This isn’t your fault, I know this is hard for you. Him and I haven’t made this very easy for you, I know that. I respect your decision, as hard as it may be for me because.. well.. c’mon it’s Eddie.. but” he laughs lightly towards the end, “but I could never hate you.” You turn and look at him, and he could see the sadness on your face. “Oh c’mere.” he pulls you into a gentle, and caring hug.

When he finally breaks the hug, you both stand. “Look, I’ve gotta get Dustin home, but I promise you everything’s okay.” You look up at him, “Yeah? So, friends?” He laughs, putting his arm around your shoulders as you walk out of your room, “Friends.”

Steve leaves the trailer, to grab Dustin, and before Robin leaves she turns to you, “So everything went okay?” you nod, “Yeah, just make sure he’s okay for me alright?” “Of course, but Dingus will be okay.” she nods, exiting the trailer.

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A few minutes have passed as you stare out the window at Eddie, who is leaned against your car, smoking a cigarette.

You smile to yourself before making your way to the door. When you open it he’s flicking the cigarette away. “Eddie!” you call out, making him turn to you. “Yeah?” he says, a bit confused. Before you know it, your feet have left the steps, running to him. You fling your arms around his neck, and pressing a gentle, yet firm kiss to his lips. Butterflies erupt in your stomach. His eyes widen at your sudden outburst, then his eyes flutter shut before he kisses back passionately, like this kiss is what he needs to stay alive. Wrapping his arms gently around your lower back, pulling you close. When you finally pull away, he smiles, “What was that for?” You shake your head, looking down, and then back up at him. “I just needed to do that.” you tell him and his smile gets bigger. “I’m glad you did.”

As you two make your way to your bedroom, hand in hand, you can’t help but smile up at him. Laying on the bed, he flops down next to you, pulling you into his side. You put your cheek and hand on his chest, tracing small shapes into his shirt. “So what made you do that?” he inquires, softly. You look up at him, a small smile on your lips. “Someone asked me who I daydream about when I’m all alone..” he smiles, “and it’s you..” He just smiles in return, grabbing your fingers and placing them to his lips, peppering your hand with kisses.

You lay there in comfortable silence for a while, just holding each other. You listen to his heartbeat, and he matches your breathing. “Do you ever wanna leave Hawkins?” you mutter out, nervous. He just looks down at you, brushing your hair from your face “Yeah, of course.” he whispers, gently. A smile creeps on your face, “Where do you wanna go?” He just smiles, “I’ll go wherever you go, sweetheart.”

You made the right choice.

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I hope y’all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! I do apologize it wasn’t super long but I think I did the request I received justice. Apologies to Team Steve.

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[onecanonlife]

Tommy’s getting tired of people thinking he’s not real. Tubbo, meanwhile, hopes that this hallucination of his best friend will stay a while longer.

They work it out.

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It only takes about another fifteen minutes for him to snap.

“What the fuck are you doing that for?” he demands, planting his feet and wheeling around and staring Tubbo dead in the face, because Tubbo’s been trailing along behind him like a fucking lost puppy or some shit since he got out, and he’s tired of it, tired of his best friend looking at him like that, with equal amounts of wonder and dread in his eyes, like he’s not fucking real at all.

Or should that be former best friend? He doesn’t fucking know. Apparently, it didn’t take all that long for Tubbo to replace him with Ranboo of all people. And get married. Apparently.

Tubbo blinks at him.

“I don’t think you’re real,” he says, and if Tommy’s anger hadn’t been boiling over before, it is now. He didn’t go to hell and back for people to tell him he’s not real. He didn’t stay in the same cell as Dream for a month for people to tell him he’s not real. He is so, so very real. The shock that shoots through his system, the bolt of all-consuming terror that overtakes his mind whenever anyone so much as bumps into him is proof enough of that. He is real, and who the fuck is anyone else to say that he’s not?

“Well guess what,” he says, “I fucking am, so deal with it or go away.”

He spent so long wishing to be by Tubbo’s side again. He didn’t think he’d get out to find this. Didn’t think he’d come out to be replaced. Didn’t think Tubbo would crouch along after him without saying anything at all, like he’s the one who died.

“You don’t need to be angry about it,” Tubbo replies, as if he’s the one being wronged here. “I’ve got it all figured out. See, I didn’t think you were dead at first, either. Sam told us and my brain went all weird and flat and in denial, because I knew it couldn’t be true, because you couldn’t be dead. But then it was a few days later and you still hadn’t come out, and it was true after all. So I can’t trust my brain, really, so this is probably my brain going into denial again. Wishful thinking.”

“You—” He cuts himself off, rage warring with confusion warring with he-doesn’t-fucking-know-what, because he’s been dead and locked in prison and he’s not even used to the sunlight yet, much less his own emotions. “I literally pinched you. I pinched you, and then you ran away and stood staring at me from that new—that new McDonald’s!”

“Tactile hallucinations aren’t impossible,” Tubbo informs him. “It’s probably because I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”

That draws him up short, just a little bit. “You have?” he asks. “I thought you got married.”

“I did,” Tubbo agrees. “It was a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing, really, so nobody got invited, but I was thinking about maybe having a bigger ceremony once you got out so you could be my best man, or something. I don’t really know how that works. ‘Cause it’s a platonic marriage, right, so I don’t know if you’re supposed to do it differently. But I wanted you to be there, and then it turned out that you wouldn’t ever, ever be.”

Well. Alright, so he wasn’t disregarded entirely, then. But still—

“And then,” Tubbo continues, “and then we adopted Michael, and I wanted you to be his godfather. You were supposed to be his godfather. Michael was going to love you. I thought you were gonna come back out and you were gonna meet Michael and everything was going to be alright. But then you didn’t.”

“Who the fuck is Michael,” he says flatly, even though his head is reeling because adopted—?

“He’s our son!” Tubbo says. “Mine and Ranboo’s! And you were gonna be the godfather. And it was going to be great, and we were gonna be a family, but then you died, and now Michael’s not even going to get to meet you. And you’re just, you’re just dead and I’m following you around because I don’t have anything better to do.”

There is—there is so much to unpack there, he doesn’t even know where to begin. Ranboo is—is the spouse, then, and he supposes he should have guessed that. The Michael issue isn’t too much clearer, since he doesn’t have a frame of reference for this—for this child? That Tubbo has adopted? What the hell? But it’s the last sentence that sends the anger flooding back, because what the fuck does he mean, he doesn’t have anything better to do?

“If that’s how you feel, then why don’t you—” he starts, but Tubbo cuts him off.

“I’m sort of pathetic, I guess,” he says. “‘Cause I’m following around a hallucination. I guess it’s because I know it’s the best I’m ever going to get. And you know, I’d rather have a you that’s not real than not have you at all, because this way, I get to see you and hear you. Even if you’re not here. So I need to enjoy it while I can, because I don’t know how long hallucinations last for, so I don’t know when you’ll go away again. And I don’t want you to go away. I don’t want you to be dead.”

All through this speech, Tubbo’s face remains distant, a little open, a little blank. But his eyes are welling up with tears, and as Tommy watches, they start spilling over his cheeks, uncommented upon.

And Tommy feels the rage drain out of him.

It was hell, where he was, in that terrible darkness, that void, being torn apart and shoved back together again. It was hell, coming back, everything too bright and too loud and too much, his body flinching and his heart racing at any movement, and a single touch is still enough to send him back there, to that moment, his vision fading and pain bursting like fireworks and Dream’s mask leaning over him, grinning.

It’s been hell, seeing how everything’s changed.

But Tubbo missed him. Really, really missed him. And maybe he’s replaced him a bit, and Tommy no longer has any idea how to feel about that, because it seems like Tubbo wasn’t trying to? That Tubbo still wanted him to be there, still intended him to be there? So he’s still a little pissed, maybe, and he still really, really wants people to stop being so weird, to stop reminding him at every juncture that he died, died and came back, but—

But Tubbo is crying.

“Tubbo,” he says, “I’m not a hallucination.”

“You are, though,” Tubbo says. “My mind’s playing tricks. You’re not—you’re not really—” He hiccups, and Tommy comes to a decision.

He extends a hand. It should be fine. It’s just Tubbo, and he’s choosing to do this. It should be fine. It’s going to be fine.

“C’mon, then,” he says. “Hold my hand, I’ll prove it. Maybe you could make up a pinch in your brain, but I bet you couldn’t make up this.”

Tubbo stares at his hand for a very, very long time.

“Don’t make this weird,” he says. “Tubbo, please, for the love of god, don’t make this weird. I really will go away, and you can just stay here and cry.”

Tubbo blinks, hard. And then, slowly, reaches out and takes his hand.

Tommy flinches, every nerve in his body lighting up, screaming at him to get away, and he can’t stop himself from gasping, from letting out a little whimper. But in the next moment, he’s fine, his heart rate already calming, and it’s just Tubbo’s hand in his, his grip loose and warm.

Tubbo’s eyebrows furrow. A minute passes before he speaks.

“This is a long time for a tactile hallucination to last,” he says.

Tommy rolls his eyes as hard as he possibly can, in order to express all of his exasperation.

“I’m not a fucking hallucination, alright?” he says. “Has married life made you an idiot or something?”

Tubbo looks up at him, then. He looks back, and tries to convey with his eyeballs his sheer displeasure at literally all of this.

“I’m holding your hand,” Tubbo says slowly. “You’re not disappearing, and I’m holding your hand.”

He tries to convey with his eyeballs that Tubbo should consider arriving at the point sometime soon.

“Oh my god,” Tubbo says. “You’re real. Tommy, you’re real.”

“Damn fucking right I’m real,” he says. And something like relief washes over him. It’s nice to hear those words, from someone else. And Tubbo just stands there and holds his hand and keeps crying, harder, if that’s even possible, and Tommy thinks that this is a scene that he should possibly put a stop to.

But he doesn’t. He stands there and holds Tubbo’s hand and lets Tubbo cry. Because nothing is alright. Nothing at all is alright. Everything sucks and everything’s different and he needs to kill Dream and the world kept on turning without him. But Tubbo is glad to have him back. Tubbo missed him. Tubbo still wants him.

If his eyes are wet, it’s just the rain. He glances up, and blinks against the sun.

Just the rain.

[the-witty-pen-name]

Deadbeat Pt. 1

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), smut/masturbation (implied/mild), cursing, abandonment, infatuation, alcohol, cheating, violence?, mild housewife kink? 

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room. 

A/N: I’m terrible at writing summaries and I’m so sorry about that! I don’t think I would consider this a dark!fic, but it does cover a lot of themes, and topics that are darker than I usually write about- but I think that comes with the territory of writing about Lee Bodecker. I’ll make sure to update the warnings for each chapter and do not read if you are underage. I also ignored canon for this one.

There are no tags on this one, because no one has specifically asked to be tagged on smut fics and I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable!

I hope you all enjoy!

Tags and Requests are OPEN

“Get out of here Lee,” you spat, pointing to the door he just walked into the bar from. “You swore to Janie you wouldn’t touch a drop.” 

“C’mon (y/n),” he said sitting at the bar anyways, a smug grin on his face, making you scoff. 

“I ain’t having anything to do with you breaking your promise to that lovely woman,” you say confirming your point. You wipe your hands on the towel that was hanging from your apron. 

“Jack and coke?” He asks, looking at you with eyes that would be endearingly puppy dog if it weren’t Lee Bodecker. You shook your head. 

“A coke it is,” you say and he gives up trying for now. He regrets telling you on his last visit he’d be swearing off drinking cause Janie finally threatened to throw him out. 

You slide a glass bottle of Coca-Cola down the length of the bar to Lee and he grinds his teeth slightly. The sugar was always his temporary fix. You also sent down his way a small bowl of roasted peanuts, feeling bad for the mess of a man. 

“She’s gonna leave me anyways,” he grumbles and you shake your head, picking up on his attempts to illicit sympathy to coax you into giving him a drop of anything. 

“Stop giving her a reason to Lee,” you point out, gesturing with your hands to emphasize that he was in the same small bar on the edge of town he always wandered into on weeknights. He’d tell Janie he was on duty but he’d really be down in this little box of a building getting drunk as a stunk. 

“She’s the one who gone and cheated,” Lee said in an angry tone, not towards you, just at his situation. “That Miller fellow living a few miles down from me. I see his truck parked outside my house plenty of times to know he’s not just being neighborly.” 

“I’m sorry Lee,” you say with a genuine tone of sympathy. You felt for him and his pain. You knew the stress of the job he led and the pain of knowing the love of your life don’t love you. 

“She’s going to leave me,” he says, staring intently at the condensation on the bottle in front of him. “I’d been trying so hard for her and our marriage and she’s two timing with the neighbor when I’m out working.” 

“And the thing is I don’t even care if she cheated,” Lee continued, “I’d look the other way if I knew she’d be staying with me. But it’s cause I know she don’t love me anymore. That’s what’s hurting me most.” 

“Maybe y’all can work through this-“ 

“This was inevitable,” he says, cutting you off. You don’t point it out, cause he’s clearly distressed but normally you’d have no problem saying to Lee ‘Fuck you, let me finish Sheriff.’ 

“Do you got somebody?” Lee asks you. The question takes you back cause it wasn’t like the Sheriff to ask your about anything personal. He would come in, and you’d shoot the shit, exchange small talk, maybe some harmless flirting for a larger tip, but that was the extent of it. 

“No, not anymore,” you say, having recently broke things off with your boyfriend. “I was seeing Arvin Russell for a couple months, but we just broke it off.” 

“You’re too good for him anyways,” the sheriff scoffed at the mention of the Russell boy and took another swing from his bottle of pop. “How old are you anyways, sweetheart?” 

“Twenty-one,” you respond, not thinking too much about the nickname. He had a habit of frequently using names like that when he talked to the women in this town. You think it started out as a tactic to win re-election and then it just stuck. He nodded. 

“Yeah you two are around the same age,” he said, more so thinking out loud than it being a statement directed towards you. “Why’d you break it off?” 

“Beat up my brother,” you answered, “Granted, the little shit had it coming. Can’t blame Arvin after I heard how the asshole was bothering that sweet thing Lenora. But he just took it too far. Almost killed the kid. The boy saw red so I got myself out of the picture. You can’t be with a boy who does that to your kin.” 

Lee nodded understandingly. You didn’t interpret his actions or questions as genuine concern or interest in you, but that he was just asking you questions to distract from his marital woes. 

“I’d do so many things different if I could be your age again,” he chuckled in a self-deprecating tone. “I’d sure as hell love to turn back time and have myself go down a better path.” 

“It’s not just you, Sheriff,” you reply after collecting money another man sitting at the bar. You nod as a goodbye to the man, and then curse under your breath when he doesn’t tip you. “Asshole,” you mumble, tossing the few pennies into the tip jar. You walk back over to the sheriff and prop your elbows on the bar. “I’m sure everyone is this town wishes the same thing,” you say, trying to make him feel better. 

“I’d love to just be your age again,” he says with a sigh, and then pops a small handful of the peanuts in his mouth. “Young, got your whole life ahead of you.” 

“I’m not sure working in a place like this is setting me up for great things, Sheriff,” you chuckle moving to wipe the bar in the area where that other customer left. “A woman working as a bartender is equivalent to just being a whore according to the eyes of the Lord... at least in this town,” you laugh, using the towel from your apron to wipe the rings left behind on the countertop from the glasses. 

“Arvin didn’t think so,” Lee countered, trying to make you feel a little better about your position. “I don’t think so. Hell, people in this town are so uptight about things that aren’t their business. You’re young, you need a job and you have one. It’s that simple.” 

“I wish more people in this town thought that way,” you reply with a smile. “That new preacher last Sunday-“ 

“Don’t listen to that asshole,” the Sheriff scoffed, and chuckled when your eyes widened at his derogatory words towards the preacher. “He’s a showboating son of a bitch and he’s as phony as they come.” 

“Those ruffled shirts are the most pretentious thing I ever seen,” you say, letting out a big laugh thinking about when he is giving a sermon in what looks like tacky prom attire. 

“Pay him no mind,” Lee said, bringing the bottle to his grinning lips as he looked at you. “You’re a better person than he is.” 

“I appreciate the sentiment,” you chuckle. 

“Have a goodnight hunny,” another customer at the bar says dropping cash on the table as they leave. “Goodnight Sheriff,” the older man tips his hat and then walks out. 

“Have a goodnight Marvin,” you call after him, “Give my love to Loretta!” You clear the empty glass and drop the cash off in the register. 

While you’re moving around, Lee takes a moment to actually look at you. Any man with eyes knew you were pretty, but he ain’t never noticed before just how attractive you were. His eyes lingered for a moment at how the canvas waist apron extenuated your figure. He couldn’t believe this stunning young thing was stuck in a place like this with a dead end job talking to a deadbeat like him. 

“How long you staying for Sheriff?” You ask suddenly, pulling him out of his trance. 

“Uh, not sure,” he says, looking up at the dingy Luger Beer clock that hung on the wall. “Why sugar?” 

“Seeing as though your sober I was hoping I could trouble you for a ride home?” You ask shyly. 

“Of course,” he said without hesitation. “No trouble at all honey.”

“Thank you, Lee,” you say with a smile, making his heart skip a beat. 

He’d talk to you most weeknights and never had this feeling. Maybe he had but he was too wrapped up in his own troubles to notice it. You were such a sweet girl, and he realized what an injustice it truly was for you to be stuck here. 

The thought crossed his mind very quickly about if he wasn’t married- even though he knew divorce was coming around the corner any day now. If he had met you at a different time in his life if it would’ve been better. Instead of meeting you as an overweight, deadbeat of a sheriff which a drinking problem- he’d met you when he was fresh out of school, same age you are now. You all coulda fallen in love, started a family, and that would’ve been enough to keep him from taking up drinking in the first place. 

He knew from the beginning Janie ain’t ever loved him. Hell, he’s not sure if he ever loved her thinking back on the whole relationship. Lustful, without any sort of promise behind it and they both were users. They used each other. He knew he treated her poorly as poorly as she treated him. He definitely had loved her, that much he knew was true, but now she’s cheating- something Lee never thought of doing at all no matter how many fights they had until the early morning hours.  

As you maneuvered around behind the bar, locking up the liquor and wiping down the machines getting ready to lock up for the night, his mind played little tricks on him. The canvas apron was instead a pinafore, and the bar was his kitchen. He’d loved the sight, thinking about coming home to you instead of what was soon to just be an empty house. 

Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he’d even be the one to keep his house. The idea of finding a new house- buying one for you, and being able to start over sounded like a dream life. Hell, he’d run away from this town right now if you said the word. He’s sure he could secure an election in another town, he had the connections to make it happen. 

“I just got to lock up the office and I’ll be ready to go,” you say, untying your apron. He gulps and nods as confirmation. You disappear in the back room, cash drawer in your arms to lock away in the safe. He heads behind the bar to dispose of his empty bottle and the cardboard tray his peanuts were in. 

You come back, your peacoat buttoned and the sash tied around your waist in a bow you had made. You had a small handbag in one hand, and your work apron in the other. Suddenly, he was nervous and didn’t know how to carry himself around you. Undeniably, the Sheriff was developing a crush. He couldn’t shake the feeling. He wanted to ask you out on a proper date, but he knew with his age and reputation- it wouldn’t be fitting. He was moving way too fast in his own mind to keep up with. Just daydreams, he thought to himself, suppressing the thoughts of a future with you for now.

“Okay,” you said, giving the place one more once over to make sure it was all set. “That does it.”

“After you,” he said, holding the door open for you. You giggled, and once you both were outside, you used your key to lock the front door. He held the door open for you to take the passenger seat in the cruiser. As you buckled your seatbelt, he walked over to the driver’s side and then slide into his seat.

You were a little nervous. You weren’t sure why. This wasn’t the first time you’d asked for a ride home. Usually, it’s never this late. When you close, you usually walk home alone. You definitely didn’t live that far, but again that was more dangerous than getting a ride home.

You realized that you were worried about nothing. You thought maybe some would accuse you of something scandalous, getting a ride home from a man so late. However, this was the Sheriff and the streets didn’t have another car on it at all. The town knew where you worked and if anyone were to see you, they’d know you were closing shift and you asked for a ride to avoid walking home this late alone.

“Thank you again,” you said, starting up a conversation as the sheriff was backing out of the tiny lot that was next to the bar.

“Oh, don’t mention it, hun,” he said, “It’s my job to make sure you get home safe. Your house is the white one at the end of Birch?”

“The very one,” you say, looking out the window. There aren’t any street lights, and the only light for miles is coming from the headlights of the cruiser. You don’t catch Lee stealing glances at you as he starts moving forward.

“How’s your ma doing?” He asks, making conversation.

“Oh, she left,” you said nonchalantly, and it makes Lee’s eyebrow raise in confusion.

“Wait. What?” He asks looking over at you for a second before turning his eyes back to the road.

“Oh, I thought you would’ve heard,” you say softly, your façade of indifference torn down. “She left us about a month ago. Met a man from Columbus and moved in with him. The whole town was talking about it for weeks.”

“So, is it just you and Tommy now?” he asks, wondering what kind of a mother leaves her girl to take care of her high school aged brother on what she makes at the bar.

“Oh, he went with her,” you explain, “House is all mine. After the whole thing with Arvin, she decided to pull him out of school and he goes to school in Columbus now. She wasn’t gonna bring him but after that, she changed her mind.”

“They just left you?”

“I chose to stay.”

“No offense but why would the hell would you chose to do that?” he jokes, making you laugh a little.

“It’s all paid off, and my grandpa left it to me and not her anyways,” you explain. “House has been in my name for three years now. And if we sold the house, she’d just piss the money away. Besides, would you move back in your mother now, Sheriff?”

“No, I can’t say I would want to,” he chuckles.

“So, I’m just supporting myself and that ain’t too bad,” you shrug.

“Sounds lonely,” he comments and you nod in agreement.

“It can be,” you admit, as he turns down your street.

“You ain’t worried living alone?” He asks.

“You tell me, Sheriff,” you joke, “If I got something to worry about it sounds like you’re not doing your job.”

“Ouch,” he says and holds a hand clutching his hand to his heart dramatically. It made you laugh, and it made him smile that he made you laugh. God, he loved your laugh.

“Thank you again, Lee,” you say sincerely, quickly kissing his cheek when he parks in front of your house. The gesture takes him back, and he’s relieved you can’t see how red his face is. He’s almost angry at how flustered you make him and you have no idea. “Have a goodnight,” you say.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he says, a little shakily. You get out of the car, and he watches you walk up to the porch, your hips swaying naturally, and he bites his lip. He groans, but at his disappointment in himself for staring again. You disappear behind the front door and he hits his palm on the steering wheel, trying to shake whatever feeling this was.

He reluctantly drove home, not wanting to have to talk or see Janie. He knew he was just heading home to a fight for being out so late, even though he knows she takes full advantage having fucking Miller over. His jaw is locked, angry about a fight he hasn’t even had with her yet. His cheek still tingles from your touch, and he thinks about if he should just leave Janie. He could just leave, get an apartment nearby or something. He doesn’t even care if she gets the damn house. He’s bracing himself for another night of fighting as he pulls into his own driveway and heading up to his own house.

He fumbles with his keys in the dark. He thinks he had the right one, but it doesn’t work. He tries another that is the same shape, still doesn’t work. He intakes a sharp breath and tries the first key again- he’s positive that’s his house key. “Fucking Christ,” he mutters when the key won’t even go into the lock. “Janie!” he shouts, pounding on the front door. She changed the locks.

“Fuck,” he exclaims, stomping down the front steps and walking around to the back door. He tries his keys again with no luck. He pounds into the door hard and incredibly loud. He knows she’s there, upstairs in their bed, ignoring his knocks. He tries the kitchen window, but it’s locked. Every window on the first floor is fucking locked. He curses again and heads back to his cruiser. He slams the door shut and his grip on the wheel is turning his knuckles white. Does she expect him to sleep in his car in the driveway?

He doesn’t even think about where he’s going to go, but he knows damn sure he’s not going to give her the satisfaction of sleeping outside of his house in his cop car for the whole town to talk about. He just pulls out of his driveway and starts driving. He isn’t even thinking about what route he’s driving, it’s like he’s driving on autopilot while he screams out every curse word in existence.

By the time he calms down, he realizes he’s driving down Birch again. His muscles in his body tense, and he thinks back to your conversation when he dropped you off. Your mother and brother were gone, meaning you have two spare bedrooms. He knows he shouldn’t but the temptation is way too overwhelming. He has nowhere else to go. If someone saw his car… well, he’d worry about that tomorrow. Your house is two miles away from your nearest neighbor, settled back at the end of a long dirt road. Someone knowing he was there was unlikely. He had people who could save your name. It was all innocent. Janie kicked him out and he knew you had an extra room. Hell, he’d rent a room from you- Wait. That’s perfect. That solved all of his problems and yours. He knows you were downplaying how hard it must be to keep up with the house and by him paying rent, you could take care of the house. It was a win-win.

He felt so confident now and he was so proud of himself for devising this plan. He parked his car out front and then walked up to your front door, knocking gently. The sound of the knock made him now incredibly nervous. He didn’t want to scare you or for you to think he was trying to take advantage. Granted, there would be a lot more than financial benefits to being able to live with you, which he knew were selfish, but the idea of being able to see you everyday was overwhelming. It was the closest thing to the dream he was wrapped up in back at the bar. He could live out his little pretend domestic bliss, and you’d get the money you need for the house. He knew he was insane and this was probably wildly inappropriate, but he knew you were too kind to turn him away.

You opened the door with a small yawn, a yellow bathrobe secured over your nightgown fully, to keep yourself decent when you answered the door. You were going to call the Sheriff when you heard the rapping at your door so late and ignore the knocks, but looking out the window of your bedroom you saw it was Lee’s cruiser parked outside.

“Lee?” you ask quietly, sleepiness very evident on your mumbled voice.

“Janie kicked me out,” he said softly, “Changed the locks on me. Darling, I’m so sorry for intruding but I have no where else to go.”

“Come in,” you say sympathetically, the news waking you up quite a bit. “Lee, I’m so sorry. You can take my mom’s old room; it’s got an attached bathroom you can use too.”

 “Thank you (Y/N),” he says quietly. You close the door and secure the lock and the chain again as he looks around the house.

“Don’t worry about it,” you insist. “I can take you there. Follow me.”

You walk up the stairs, Lee following closely behind and he’s ashamed that he took the opportunity to just openly check you out again. At the top of the stairs there was a hallway lined with photographs in mismatched frames. You point to the door at the end of the hall.

“That’s the master,” you explain, “There’s a bathroom attached inside if you want to clean up or anything. There’re clothes in the dresser if you want pajamas- should be in the bottom drawer.”

“Okay, thank you,” he replies, looking down at you as you yawn again, and he notices how your hair is a little messy. The sight drives him wild.

“Anything in the kitchen is up for the taking to,” you offer.

“Look, (Y/N),” he says, “I know this isn’t the best time to be talking about this, but I really need a more permanent plan on where to go. I know it sounds crazy and out of the blue, but could I rent that room from you? Name your price. I figured… I really need a new place, and you could probably use another source of income to keep up with the house. Plus, it’s safer than living alone…”

“Um…,” you begin to speak, but you bit your lip, showing that you’re intently thinking about his offer. Everything he said was right. You needed the money, and he was right that living alone was dangerous in this town and living with the sheriff is the safest person there was in the whole town. People would talk, of course, but no one would deny that the circumstances were just ideal for the two of you and nothing more. You were an adult, a homeowner, and it was your business who you rented a room too. “Yeah, I think that makes sense for both of us,” you agree. “We’ll sort out the details tomorrow.”

“Of course,” he says with a smile.

“Alright, um,” you say crossing your arms around your chest awkwardly. “Goodnight, Lee.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” Lee responds as you head back into your own bedroom. He let’s out a heavy sigh and heads into your mom’s room- or rather his new room. He’d have to figure out how to get his stuff back from Janie tomorrow. He’d really just need his clothes and some other necessities. 

The room was fairly spacious. There was a closet and dresser. The closet still had some clothes of your mom’s left behind, and for the most part, the room looked fairly intact. It was like she up and left with just a few things. Lee shook his head, angry at how poorly you were treated by your mother. He pulls off his leather jacket, tossing it and his hat onto the bed. He opened up the bottom drawer of the dresser, and just like you said, it was filled with men’s clothing. He concluded they had to belong to the man your mom lived with now, more things just left behind.

He tosses a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt onto the bed, and then he heads to the bathroom.

In the drawer beside the sink, he finds a new toothbrush still in its packaging, that he opens for himself and drops it in the white toothbrush holder on the counter. The towels are all clean and folded neatly on the shelf above the toilet. He finds a new soap under the sink as well, and decided he needed a shower to just wash off everything of tonight off in hopes he’ll feel better.

He strips of his uniform, folding it nicely knowing he’ll need to wear it all again tomorrow morning. He steps into the shower and turns on the water. The hot water just immediately helps him to loosen the muscles that had been so tense. He lets the warm water run down his face and back, just letting himself enjoy the feeling. He lathers up his body with soap and then it finally hits him that he was here, living with you, and then suddenly he’s hard.

“Fuck,” he mutters, resting his head against the shower wall, the running down his back. He was in so much trouble he realizes. As he beats himself off in the shower, his mind is clouded with thoughts of you. The way the apron at the bar looked around your hips, and the smell of your perfume when you leaned into him. The way your body looked as you paraded yourself around behind the bar. The way you have no problem talking back to him when he walks into the bar after saying he’s off the bottle the night before, just making want to shut you up with a rough kiss. The feeling of your lips on his cheek and he imagines your lips on his neck. He thinks about how your hair looked tousled when you just showed him to his room. He lets himself slip back into that same domestic daydream. You being his wife… married to you instead dealing with this goddamn divorce. The absolute sickening sweet domesticity making him groan, as he imagines his hand is yours. Why on earth did he think he’d be able to do this?

PART TWO

[princecharmingwinks]

Sterek Fic Rec - May 2021. New rec list for you. Hope you enjoy these delightful reads featuring our favourite werewolf and human dorks <3

May I Interest You in an Apology Muffin? by Leslie_Knope (1/1 | 1,478 | Teen)

“Wait, seriously? Who is it? C’mon, just tell me.”

“Uh…,” Stiles said, buying for time while he looked around as surreptitiously as possible. “That guy over there,” he whispered finally, jerking his chin toward the dark-haired guy three tables over, a guy so hot that Stiles’ only chance with him would most definitely be in an imaginary scenario.

Scott looked over his shoulder at the guy and got that determined glint in his eye that Stiles recognized, just about three seconds too late. Scott was gonna do something that he thought was heroic but was actually dumb.

“Scott!” he hissed, grabbing for his backpack and nearly knocking over their coffee cups in his haste to follow him. “Oh, holy shit.”

you all over me by Poe (1/1 | 3,705 | Explicit)

The thing about Stiles is, Derek thinks, is that he has no idea how enthralling he truly is. He’s easy to overlook, right up until the point he isn’t, and at some stage, Derek started looking, and now, it’s all he can do.

(or: the one where the pack is happy, healthy and alive, and Stiles and Derek are sort of inevitable)

a bad case of the wilds by kaistrex (weishen) (1/1 | 6,446 | Explicit)

“I could smell you all over town,” Derek growls.

Stiles squints back at him, trying to parse what Derek wants from him with that statement. An apology?

“Okay?” he says instead, which, as with everything else he says around Derek, seems to be the entirely wrong thing to come out of his mouth.

Derek’s eyes go red and Stiles bolts upright in his chair, trying to scoot backwards, banging into his desk.

“Dude, what the fuck?”

“Get away from me, Stiles,” Derek bites out, hands clenched into fists.

Stiles rolls his head on his shoulders. “Dude, this is my room. You get away from me.”

–

Basically, I wanted Derek fucking Stiles up against his bedroom window on a full moon with the blind up, so I wrote it. Happy Valentine's Day!

Cabins, Confessions, and Cockroaches by Nutellargh (1/1 | 4,009 | Teen)

That's how Stiles found himself in the middle of a forest, trying to grab the one bag of clothes and a bajilion bags of mystical powders, liquids, books and weapons, and instantly dropping them as he spotted the cabin dude.

Derek Hale chopping wood with an axe while shirtless was not a sight Stiles was prepared for.

the rescue by EvanesDust (1/1 | 860 | Teen)

Stiles has spent every moment of the last four months tracking the hunters who took his mate. Now that he’s found them, nothing will stop Stiles from taking back what’s his.

A Crooked Way to Fly by andavs (1/1 | 14,980 | General)

“We can’t just leave him here to die.”

“He’s an emissary, Scott.” Derek tried to make his tone empathetic, but Scott’s tendency to fight back on everything always grated on his nerves. “His pack is gone, he won’t survive more than a day or two either way.”

“Then we should stay with him.”

Derek sighed as he studied the man for a moment; he was too pale against the fur rim of his hood, almost grey from lying out in the snow, and his cloak was stained with dark dried blood around a protruding arrow shaft. It was unlikely he would even last the night. They would probably be able to carry on in the morning with little time lost, if any.

It wasn’t a horrible idea, Derek decided reluctantly. They hadn’t been able to set up a real camp for a few weeks in the open foothills, and they were all on edge from sleeping in exposed areas. A defensible place to sleep would be good for them, even if they were surrounded by death. They would be able to give the pack proper burials, at the very least.

“Fine. One night,” Derek relented, already moving away to check on Isaac. “He’s your responsibility.”

Big Bad Wolves by NotThatIWillEverWriteIt (1/1 | 1,144 | General)

"What's one more canine?"

But it's better when it's you by Tails89 (1/1 | 9,707 | Mature)

Shuffling slowly towards the front door, Stiles throws it open.

“What?”

Stiles’ brain short circuits - just a little - because standing in front of him is Derek Hale.

He hasn’t seen Derek in almost four years and now he’s standing on his doorstep, in shorts and a tank top with a canvas bag clutched in one hand.

Teen Wolf Fic Fest Prompt: Someone breaks a bone and someone unexpected winds up on their doorstep with a bag full of groceries

My Soul to Keep by jacyevans, Jmeelee (7/7 | 18,660 | Teen)

Stiles came with a whiteboard, and blue dry erase marker, flapping it over his head like a white flag on a battlefield.

"Come on," he coaxed. "You must want to say something. You've never gone this long without telling me to shut up." He waggled the marker in Derek's face. Stinging alcohol and pungent polymer singed Derek's nose hairs.

His fingers itched to pick up the board, and not because he wanted to tell Stiles to be quiet. He enjoyed the babble that filled the apartment every few days, the hearty food, Stiles' particular, reassuring smell: maple sugar buzz, spicy-sweet deodorant, milk-sour frustration, floral shampoo, and spring grass at night. It soaked into Derek's couch, his bed, his skull.

If any of it were real, Derek would take the board and write: thank you.

Lost Without You by ash_mcj (1/1 | 7,799 | General

Derek made a deal. A very stupid, no-good, mortifying deal because he couldn’t bear to tell his idiotic (secret) mate no. -- “You guys didn’t know that Derek plays piano?” Cora asked, her eyebrows furrowed. “He’s played since before I was born.” “He was good,” Peter recalled. “He used to sing, too. Put on little concerts for the pups.” “That was a long time ago,” Derek clipped. “Doesn’t matter now - I don’t play anymore.” "Derek," Stiles whined childishly. He scooted closer to him and grabbed onto his arm to gently shake him. “C'mon, Sourwolf, my life will never be complete until I hear you sing. I’ll do anything. I’ll streak across the lacrosse field during our final match, if you perform for us right now.” "When you graduate," Derek relented. --- And then Stiles graduated. And Derek had to perform for him. And then the fact that Derek saw Stiles as his mate wasn’t a secret anymore. ---

(For~ Sterek Valentine Week 2021; Day 3 and 4: Secret Crush and Love Song)

**Songfic to "Lost Without You" by Freya Ridings

princecharmingwinks special mention (i have never read a merman AU for sterek and this was a delighful introduction to the trope! Also it has meddling erica which we all know any mention of her is my weakness!)

Beacon Gills by kitsunequeen (1/1 | 4,226 | Teen)

“Derek,” Erica singsongs loudly. Rather than knocking on the rather flimsy-looking piece of driftwood, she grabs a coconut filled with seashells and shakes it violently. “We’ve got a surprise for you!”

“I hate surprises,” Derek answers, voice slightly muffled through the door. “Aren’t you supposed to be out exploring the caves with Isaac?”

“He has some special guests tonight,” Boyd says. “And so do you.”

Derek doesn’t answer right away, and Stiles can almost imagine him sighing.

“Come in,” he yields finally. “You know it’s unlocked.”

Erica flings the door open, nudges Stiles inside, and slams it behind him.

“Surprise!” she yells, and then Stiles can hear her and Boyd’s footsteps quickly retreating.

Oh, shit.

---

When Stiles accompanies Scott on a trip to his uncle's beach house, he gets more than he bargained for after running into a pack of mermaids with a particularly attractive leader...

And that’s it for the month folks! Thank you to the amazing fandom always giving me so much content to enjoy, sterek fandom is the best fandom ;)