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the heavy boxes

buttercup, chapter sixteen

a/n: i can't believe this series is finally complete... it started as just a therapeutic little thing I wrote for a week I was really feeling down from an anniversary of something traumatic (if you've read this series, then you can probably guess what it was, so I don't gotta go into the nitty gritty here in the lighthearted authors notes), but then I went and made it a long ass series. i blame the new season of daredevil for that one lol.

summary: “yeah, but that was when it was just my place,” he murmured, making you grin even wider, “I wanna fuck my girl in our home…” his palms swept lower down your form before he plucked you up onto the countertop next to the sink.

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, smut, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, moving, matt in a slutty tight t-shirt, kissing, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fingering, orgasm denial, edging, multiple orgasms, squirting, protected sex, penetrative sex

word count: 3008

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Foggy and I are right around the corner, we’ll be there in two seconds!

As you glanced down at the text from Karen, Matt brushed passed you and asked, “who is it?” as he carried a hefty moving box in his arms towards the messy towers in the corner of your apartment.

“Oh, you know,” you sighed as you stuffed the phone pack into your pocket, “just my secret lover,” you decided to joke with a smirk as you returned to the cardboard box before you, now stuffed full and ready for you to flip closed.

Your words conjured a soft chuckle from him as he then set the container down, “oh, really?”

“Yeah, he’s pretty great,” you went on as he then shifted towards where you stood, “has a thing for running around the city at night, defending people. I mean, you couldn’t possibly relate to something like that, mister lawyer,” your arms caught his sides as he neared, “also, he does it in this whole get-up that’s very kinky,” you fought the urge to giggle as you snaked your touch around his frame, “and he compares himself to the devil a lot, which, I mean, that’s hot,” you uttered before you gave in to the losing battle and a laughter began to billow out of you, mixing and mingling with Matt’s own before his lips soon muffled your merriment with a kiss.

It didn’t take long for the sweet peck to escalate into a full-blown make out session, the both of you swiftly riling each other up so much that your feet began to shuffle, shifting you back till your spine collided against the far-off wall. Plucking you up into his arms, Matt smiled against your kiss as your soft thighs enveloped his hips and your core pressed up against his growing hardness.

But then, just before his greedy fingers had the chance to peel off your shirt, just before it could explode into something much more, a knock suddenly tapped against the front door of your apartment.

“Oh, no, no,” Matt promptly whined as you broke the kiss, “tell them to walk around the block or something,” he murmured desperately against your cheek as he already knew precisely who was waiting out in the hallway, “just five more minutes, that’s all I need.”

“Five minutes, yeah right,” you giggled as he tried to capture your lips once again, “put me down, Matty,” you uttered before he begrudgingly obeyed, still hard as a rock in his pants as you simply skipped towards the door to open it, “hi, guys!” you played off your remaining laughter as mere joy to see your friends faces, “thanks for this, really.”

“Hey, I was in since the moment you said free pizza,” Foggy admitted, raising up both of his palms.

“Just as long as it’s not one with mushrooms on it,” Karen cocked her head as she crossed the threshold.

Though moving all of your belongings quite literally just across the hall seemed like a small task, you quickly grew thankful for the extra hands that had gracefully agreed to help out. However, as you all began to shift the items from one apartment to the other, a specific hitch in your plan became so apparent that it was suddenly all you could fixate on.

It wasn’t often that you caught your wonderful partner on a day where he wasn’t either clad to go to court or clad to hit the streets, but seeing him today, in a t-shirt that clung onto his bulky frame as if it was about to burst at the seams, distracted you more than you cared to admit.

And the fact that the man was also marching around and carrying all of the boxes that you couldn’t even push an inch across the floor, only made matters worse as you nearly started drooling as his muscles flexed and bulged, completely on display.

The guy also didn’t have to revel so obviously in the fact either, but being the man that Matthew was, as soon as his sharp senses effortlessly picked up on the evident clues, a cocky grin stayed plastered on his features till he soon caught your waist, as you tried to pass by, and snuck you around a tall mountain of boxes to sneak a kiss so teasing that it only fanned the flames even further.

But after he had given the first poke, the teasing swiftly became a two-way street as you both seized every opportunity to slyly steal kisses and sizzling touches whenever the two of you were alone, or even just partly obscured, for longer than a few seconds.

Although, as soon as your friends left and the door to the apartment slammed shut behind them, you and Matthew rushed to each other like moths to a flame.

Pent up from the torture, you crashed against one another, your lips once again locked at an instant before Matt uttered, “fucking finally!” his feet shuffled, shifted you with him, further into the now cluttered abode, “I can’t tell you how hard it was to not just christen the apartment while they were still here,” a breath filled your lungs as flashes of his desperation flickered in your imagination, bending you over a stack of boxes, only to pause and cover back up each time one of your friends entered the room.

“But we’ve already had sex in here more times than I can remember,” you furrowed your brows as he backed you up and into the kitchen.

“Yeah, but that was when it was just my place,” he murmured, making you grin even wider, “I wanna fuck my girl in our home…” his palms swept lower down your form before he plucked you up onto the countertop next to the sink.

Slotting himself in between your thighs, he smiled against your lips as one of his hands floated up to tilt your jaw into the kiss that he pressed against your mouth.  

The whole dance that had stretched throughout the entire moving process had riled the both of you up so much that foreplay now would only draw out the torment as the pair of you each felt as if you were about to explode.

His lips migrated down the column of your neck as he swiftly stuffed a hand down your pants, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties to wet his fingers on your slickness. As he found your buzzing clit in a dizzying rub, the grip you had on his broad shoulders floated up and tangled in his short hair, your nails gently scratching along his scalp.

With one hand nestled between your thighs, swirling your puffy pearl and giving it the attention it deserved, his other palm drifted up along the outline of your frame till his touch found your jaw. Your cheek was aflame beneath his hand as his thumb soon stretched out to trace your soft lips, although when he briefly dipped it just shyly inside of your mouth, you caught him off guard when your mind melted and your lips wrapped around his digit, your gentle tongue swiftly fluttering against his skin and making him groan. Soon, two others took the thumb’s place, keeping your sweet mouth occupied as your legs began to tremble on either side of his hips.

Now, the man didn’t need to pet you for long before you unravelled for him, moaning around his fingers before your head tilted back, unplugging your mouth as your hips rocked back against his touch.

As you were panting with your hazy haze directed at the tall ceiling, you felt Matt’s hand dissipate as he stumbled back, dragging slow steps across the kitchen till he bumped against the counters on the opposite side and swiftly leaned back against them.

Though just as you felt the intoxicating high cause your eyelids to grow heavy, you blinked down just in time to catch as Matthew’s palm cupped the hardness that tented his pants, before he swiftly seized the zipper to free himself.

The slow stroke he then granted his throbbing length caused a pout to find your lips before your own touch began to travel down your frame, acting of its own accord to give yourself some relief.  

Though as you stared, and your hand snuck its way down to mimic the manner he had just touched you moments before, you soon couldn’t help but whine, “Matty,” your eyes traced his tight fist as it leisurely twisted up and down his cock.

“What?” he chuckled, knowing full well how you wanted him to get back within your reach, though only smirked at the way you whimpered.

“Don’t play that game,” you panted, “do you really wanna get off all the way over there, all lonely?”

“Oh, honey, I thought you liked to watch.”

“That’s so not the point,” a shiver ran down your spine as a smile twinkled on your features.

“So, what is your point then?” he slowly pushed away from the counter, though didn’t near you yet.

“Are you seriously gonna make me beg?” you giggled as the spark of satisfaction his slight shift granted you made you dizzily kick off both your pants as well as your soaked panties beneath.

“Yeah,” he exhaled as he tugged open the junk drawer directly next to his hip, “I think I am,” he cockily uttered before his fingers conjured a condom from the catch all compartment.

A long sigh flowed through your smile before you then huffed, “please.”

“Please, what?” his feet slowly began to carry him towards you.

“Please fuck me, Matty,” your chest rose and fell rapidly as he got near, your eyes dipping to his dick as he swiftly rolled on the rubber.

Catching your legs, he yanked you even closer to the edge, scooting you near to wrap your thighs around his frame, “tell me again.”

And as you felt him nudge his hardness against your weepy core, briefly parting your petals with his girth, you whimpered, “please fuck m–,” before a gasp suddenly flowed form your lungs as he gave you exactly what you wanted. Burying himself inside your warmth, his hips then locked up as a sigh slipped from him and fanned across your heated cheeks, his nose ghosting against the tip of your own as you both revelled in the sensation. And as your cunt clenched around his girth, his heavy sack nestled up against your slick skin, a hazy smile found you both.

Though just as a faint giggle bubbled in your throat, Matt parted his lips once more and said, “again,” as he then slowly dragged his cock back out of you, making your eyes roll in your skull.

“F-fuck me, p-please,” you repeated as your eyes flickered down to catch sight of how your cream stained his fat girth, the slickness echoing throughout the apartment as his length then filled you up once again.

“Like that?” he offered you another thrust, slow and deep, “is this how this little pussy wants to be pounded?” his hand floated up to cup the side of your face, “could that make you cum again for me?”

“Y-yes!” you nodded as his electric rhythm caused you to gasp.

“Well,” his fingers drifted up to tangle in the edges of your hairline, “then keep begging me all pretty and I’ll do just that,” he uttered before capturing your lips in a fevered kiss.

Foggy echoes flowed from your lips as he then began to fuck you. Scorching lips dancing down the column of your neck, his grasp swiftly ripped off your shirt to clear the path for his kisses to wander down towards your chest.

And as he buried his face in your tits, littering the soft peaks in hickeys, your own touch clawed at his broad shoulders as you held on for dear life, nearly ripping holes in the fabric of his t-shirt as your fists clenched the cotton tightly.

But by the time that you felt the end grow near once again, the begging fell short on your lips and ended up costing you your orgasm as Matthew then boldly took a step back and let his cock slip out of your pussy completely.

“Wa-wait!” you swiftly grasped after him as your cunt fluttered, twitching around nothing as you promptly backed away from that intoxicating edge.

“What? I’m just holding up my part of the deal, baby,” he tried to keep a straight face, “if you wanna try again, I’ll be in the bedroom,” he uttered playfully before slipping out of your reach.

“Matt!” a short giggle bubbled through your gasp as you jumped off the counter and landed on your wobbly legs, “that’s not fair,” you tried to catch up to him, though when you did, your jelly-like legs stumbled and you ended up taking him down with you just as his hand wrapped around your waist. Tumbling to the floor, you swiftly seized the opportunity and swung a leg over his frame before he had the chance to slip away once more, “do you have any idea how close I was?”

“Is that really a question?” he smirked as you rolled on top of him.

“So you were an asshole on purpose, good to know,” you then reached down to grasp his cock, “then I guess you won’t mind if I repay the favour,” you slowly sank back down upon his length, your thighs trembling slightly on either side of his hips at the delectable stretch, “see how you do if you have to keep begging for it…”

“Oh, that’s cute,” he chuckled teasingly, his eyes briefly fluttering as he once again felt your velvety walls cling around him, “but we both know you’re way too nice to not let me cum.”

Letting out a gasp even though you knew he was right, as you did admittedly love to make him feel good, you still argued, “I-I could do it.”

Propping himself up to a sitting position, his face was suddenly much closer to your own as he cocked his head, “oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” your cunt couldn’t help but clamper down around his cock as you then watched him peel his tight shirt over his head and toss it off to the side.

Inching in a bit closer, he uttered, “then fucking do it,” before you then shoved him back to lay flat on the floor beneath you, the grin only brightening on his face as he let you plant your palms on his broad chest for support before you mustered up the strength to move.

Though a bit shaky at first, slowly raising up your hips before lowing yourself back down upon his fat cock, you soon found a rhythm that made your toes curl.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” his grip dented your thighs as they flexed with each molten rock of your hips, “bounce that ass for me,” he groaned beneath you, “ride me, just like that.”

Gliding your palms down to where his own was glued to your skin, you caught both of his before he weaved his fingers in with your own, letting you hold his hands as you chased your high, rolling your hips till you felt yourself catch back up to where you’d been.

And as you then finally came once more, the edging Matt had tormented you with turned out to only amplify the release as you then gushed around his girth, your cunt fluttering around him so fiercely that it forced his dick out completely, letting your pussy soak his pants, that still remained half on his body. Quivering above him, your fingers soared down to replace his girth, prolonging the high as you feverishly rubbed your puffy clit as well as hooked your digits inside of you till your juices no longer drenched your possessed efforts.  

“Oh my god, yes, that’s my girl,” you heard him grunt as he nearly reached out to give you a hand, though only helped keep you upright as you spasmed atop of him.

You were completely boneless, barely registering as he then rolled you over to lay on the ground, it wasn’t till you blinked up at him to discover him hovering above you that you noticed that it hadn’t just been your dizziness that had turned the world upside down.

Dropping down to support his weight on his burly forearms, he now only had to tilt his chin for his lips to crash against your own.

“God, I love you,” his low timbre washed over your still tingling senses as he eventually withdrew from the breathless kiss.

Feeling something change in the air, you knew with but a look upon his features that the little game had been dropped, forgotten the very moment that he slid his cock back inside your haven.

“I love you,” your legs curled up to tangled around his hips as he slowly eased himself even deeper, “I love you so fucking much…” you murmured hazily before you then kissed him once again, your whimpers soon vibrating against his tongue.

Staring up at him through hooded eyes, your mouth hung agape as he began to buck into you, taking your breath away at each slow and deep stroke he offered you, plugging you up so perfectly that your pussy soon began to sing for him once again in sinfully sloshing sounds each time his girth would nudge against your g-spot.

Though usually concealed beneath his clothing, the cross necklace that he always wore now dangled from his neck, swaying like a pendulum as it kissed your cheek, caressing your skin at each zealous thrust, his heavy balls smacking against your leaky mess each and every time.

And when you eventually came one last time, once again squirting, though this time around his girth as he kept up his efforts for just a few more snaps of his hips before he as well fell apart, holding you close as you both panted through your matching smiles.  

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Living Weapon Whumpee part 28

Warnings: forced living weapon/fighter, ambush, death, bleeding

No enemies to fight, no one coming to stop them. It put Whumpee on edge. It was never this quiet before when he'd been Leader's weapon.

Jake didn't seem to notice or care, as he started bringing out the explosives and sticking them on floors and walls while they made their way to the room all important files were kept. Whumpee, Reed and Max stayed on guard while all the others helped plant the explosives.

And finally, they reached the file room. Jake was thorough in stuffing the remaining charges around every important looking box of stacked information he came upon, soon to be obliterated.

"...Something’s not right," Whumpee growled uneasily. "We should leave."

Jake gave him a confused look. "Look, this is your first mission with my team, it's your nerves getting to you. I was the same way when I started out. There's nothing to worry about."

"Yes there is," he hissed, bristling. "There's no guards around. Isn't that suspicious?!”

"Just makes it easier for us to do our job." Jake shrugged. "Makes it go faster, smoother, and we'll be out of here sooner because of it. In and out."

But Whumpee couldn't shake the awful feeling crawling up his spine as he danced restlessly on his feet, twirling his blades in his hands, a task he found often helped sharpen his focus and attentiveness to his surroundings.

"Could you stop doing that?" Reed snapped at him, and he glowered at the soldier. "It's giving me a headache! Can't you stay in one spot for five minutes like a normal person?!"

"If it bothers you so much, look away," Whumpee retorted.

Reed bristled angrily, stepping right in front of Whumpee in a dominant, authoritative manner. But Whumpee didn't back down. Why did Reed have to pick a fight with him now, of all times?

"What did you just say to me?!" Reed hissed angrily into his face.

There was an emotion Whumpee couldn't quite figure out in his expression, something dark and unreadable around the edges. Whumpee still towered almost a full head higher than Reed, especially when he straightened his spine, and he opened his mouth to snap back -- but froze.

He could hear footsteps in the hall, slow and creeping, sneaking up. Several pairs, too.

"IT'S A TRAP!" He roared in warning, and pure chaos exploded. Several armed soldiers came bursting into the room, all wearing enemy colors. Whumpee's blood went ice-cold at the sight.

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H(a)unted

(written for @tmnt-write-fight for @lavadragon365)

Fandom: Rise of the TMNT (Post movie)

Prompt: Halloween, the one night a year where the boys can go to the surface without hiding from humans.

Word Count: 1919

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The single greatest day of the year! Right next to the Lair Games, Thanksgiving, and his birthday. There’s nothing Mikey loves more than Halloween. But what makes Halloween so special?

Is it the spooks? Hell no. Mikey detests the idea of horror and blood, and pizza supreme forbid…ghosts. Is it the free candy? Mmmm… Mikey can have as much free candy as he wants with the power of his puppy dog eyes and the fact his brothers and he have been stealing for food to get their groceries. It’s much easier than you think.

So what is it?

The costumes. Or better yet, the lack thereof of needing one. This is the one time of the year that Mikey gets to walk the streets freely with his brothers and get to just…be. And Halloween is now just around the corner and Mikey just can’t wait to—

“We’re not going out this year.”, Donnie spat when Mikey strided into the kitchen and showed his brothers the layout they should take for trick-or-treating.

“What?!”, Mikey squawks. “What are you talking about, Dee?”

“Donnie’s right. It’s not safe, right now.”, Raph chimes in. “The invasion was only 2 months ago. Streets are still being prepared, everyone is still on edge, and not to mention that EPF guy is still after us. We gotta lay low.”

“But for how long?! We’ve been cooped up in the same smelly old subway lair for weeks and I can’t take it anymore, I think I’m gonna just explode from pure boredom!”, Mikey groans in annoyance. “Pretty sure I remember Donnie saying something about how box turtles hate captivity.”

“Hey, don’t twist science against me, Michael.”, Donnie points a finger.

“What if we wore disguises?”, Leo suggests. “I mean, everyone else is doing it. We can just hide in plain sight.”

“The whole point of this holiday is that we don’t have to!”, Mikey stomps his foot against the ground. “I’m tired of hiding! I just want to be me!”

The others are quiet. They look away, frowning in their own volitions. Raph sighs, putting his foot down.

“Sorry, Mikey. Maybe next year.”

Mikey balls his fists so tight that his knuckles turn white. He turns on his heel and storms out of the kitchen, hurrying back to his room before his brothers could see him start to cry.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The evening of Halloween arrives and Mikey’s so-shell feed is full of people out and about having fun. Meanwhile Mikey is stuck in his room, stuffing his face full of whatever last-minute Halloween candy bag was left at the store. It’s not fair. He wants to join the fun. But his brothers don’t want to go.

…

Wait, so why doesn’t Mikey just go by himself?

Shit, why didn’t Mikey think of that earlier? He can just head out, have his fun, get some candy, and come back as if nothing happened. Sure, his brothers will be mad that he snuck out, but once they see that everything’s fine, they’ll be the ones who are jealous that they didn’t get to go. Yeah, that’ll teach them.

So fuck it! Why not? Mikey springs out of the hammock, yanking the pillowcase off his pillow and heading out the door. Now he just needs to get out of here without anyone—

“Mikey?”

Mikey quickly bolts, using his ninja prowess to wall jump up and hide in the support beam on the ceiling. Talk about reflexes, huh? He spots Leo hurrying over to his room.

“Mikey, look, we’re sorry we can’t go out this year. I know you’re pretty bummed about it.”, Leo calls out as he peers into the room. “I-I was thinking we could watch a Halloween movie? Doesn’t have to be scary, we could binge some of those stop-motion ones you like. …Mikey?” Leo looks around the subway car before walking back out. He looks around once more before leaving from whence he came.

Phew, that was close. Mikey hops back down before scurrying off in the other direction. He makes his way through the sewer tunnel entrance, dashing through the waterfall before it could soak him. Then he heads up the abandoned subway stairs, towards the sounds of laughter and screams. And the streets…

The streets are beautiful.

Filled with people and creatures of all different shapes and sizes. A crowd flock down the street, cheering as they show off their creations. Little kids run around coated in blinking lights and glow sticks to help them find their way in the dark. Orange lights decorate the streets and balconies of apartments. A chilly autumn breeze shakes the withering colorful leaves on the trees as the smell of sweets flood Mikey’s senses. And just as he expected, no one bats an eye at the peculiar orange turtle. For he is right where he belongs.

“Hey, love the costume!”, a purple skeleton smiles with glowing yellow eyes and wearing a grim reaper outfit.

“Thanks! You look cool too!”, Mikey beams back.

“Just an FYI, the large candies are almost out. So you better get to it.”

“Got it! Thanks for the tip!”, Mikey nods as he heads off towards the richer neighborhoods.

Door after door, Mikey is met with smiling, welcoming faces instead of horrid and wary ones. Showered with compliments and pinching on the cheek from old ladies instead of avoided like the plague. His pillowcase begins to fill more and more, heavier and heavier. He hoists the bag over his shoulder like a candy Santa Claus as he makes his way to the next house. He spots a little girl up ahead wearing a dinosaur suit with a tutu, happily skipping down the block when a group of older teens on their bikes stop in front of her and yank her Halloween pumpkin bucket out of her hand. They dump the bucket in their backpacks before tossing the empty bucket at her head and biking away. Mikey scowls at the teens, inconspicuously getting out his nunchucks and whipping it at the bikes, causing them to crash and knock over.

Mikey rushes up to the now crying little girl. “Hey, dinosaur ballerina. What’s the matter?”, he asks softly with a smile. He reaches into his pillowcase and grabs a handful of his candy. “Here, you strike me as a Reese’s gal.”

The little girl wipes her tears. “I like the almond coconut ones.”

“You mean Almond Joy? Yuck! Who likes Almond Joy?”

“I do!”, the little girl pouts, crossing her arms.

“Well here, you can take mine. I’d be more than happy to get rid of them.”, Mikey obliges, picking out as many Almond Joys as he can find and dumping them into the girl’s bucket.

The little girl smiles as her bucket fills up as well as her heart. She lurches forward, latching Mikey’s leg in a hug. “Thank you, Mr. Turtle.”

Mikey smiles warmly, patting her head before the little girl takes off and waves goodbye.

And Mikey continues his hunt. Next house, then the next, then the next. The orange setting sun fades as the sky becomes coated in pitch black. House lights gradually begin to turn off. Children head back to their homes, tuckered out from the excitement. Now it’s just the older kids scraping what they can before the night is over. Mikey scrapes what he can as well. As luck would have it, his brothers would steal his candy out of pettiness. So he has to get extra.

He takes a scenic route back to the lair, giving him time to snag a few more pieces of candy. But up ahead he sees flashing red and blue lights. He looks up as sees a few costumed teens talking to the police. Of course, those teens probably got into some trouble. Mikey should probably steer clear of them, he thinks as he starts to cross the middle of the street.

“I mean yeah, we saw a few dinosaur costumes.”, one of the teens comments.

“No, no, turtle. Kind of looks like a human?”, a man’s voice presses. “Surely you spotted one?”

“Oh yeah, I did.”, another teen points out. “It looked sick. Almost like CGI.”

“Where?”

“I dunno.”

…Ohhh shit. They’re talking about him, aren’t they? Mikey peaks behind him at the police and spots one peculiar man among them. A tall man with pale skin, sleek black hair, wearing a tux with sunglasses (at night??). The one and only. John Bishop. Bishop has been after the turtles for a while ever since footage of them fighting the Kraang got leaked all over New York. Donnie tried to wipe as much data as he could, but even his hacker skills couldn’t outsmart the clever and cruel mastermind that is John Bishop.

The sunglasses tilt up. And Mikey knows he’s been caught. He drops the bag without a single hesitation before zipping into the alleys.

“Hey! HEY! THERE! STOP IT! GET THAT THING!”

Mikey runs as fast as he can, lashing out his nunchucks again and begins swinging up into the air to get some distance. He has to find somewhere to hide. And fast. Oh, he’s gonna be in so much trouble when this is over. Getting higher into the air, Mikey scopes his surroundings. It’s night, that gives him the advantage of hiding in the shadows. He just has to—

THWISH!

A net launches out at him, tethered to lead balls as they wrap around him and causes him to lose momentum. He shrieks as he hits the ground, thrashing about to try and escape before he hears people surrounding him. EPF soldiers all shouting orders as the exit points close in. He tries to move, tries to stand, but suddenly he is hit with electric shock. Then another. Then another. The soldiers are poking him with tased poles like poking a distressed girl confused for a witch with pitchforks. He shrills, for that’s all he can do.

Suddenly, there are flashes of light. Red, blue, and purple. There’s the sound of shouting. The rustle of someone scooping him up in large arms and carrying him out of there. Mikey tries to struggle free but his limbs are tangled up tight. A swish of a sword, and Mikey drops to the ground.

He gasps for air, panting. He blinks and finds himself on a tall building’s rooftop. And standing in front of him…were 3 very concerned older brothers.

“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!”, Donnie starts. “DIDN'T WE TELL YOU NOT TO GO OUT TONIGHT? WASN’T IT CLEAR ENOUGH HOW DANGEROUS IT WAS? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!?!”

“You scared us, Mikey!”, Raph gripes. “You can’t just take off like that without telling anyone! What if something bad happened?”

“Mikey…”, Leo hushes. “Are you okay?”

A hiccup. Then a sob. Mikey curls inwards on himself, profusely trying to wipe his tears that refused to stop. His brothers’ expressions softened, now all quickly crouching to the ground and surrounding him with so much worry it’s suffocating. Mikey’s lip trembles in fear and despair as he brings his wobbling vocal chords to speak.

“...i just wanted to be me…”

The older brothers shower the youngest with love and a comforting embrace as Mikey wails into the night sky. All Mikey ever wants is to be loved. To be able to walk down the street with his head held up high and plastron puffed out. Just like everyone else.

But even some of us don’t get to do that either. Do we?

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How come all my Mikey's end up depressed? MLTS Mikey's ending was bitter, no sweet. GEM Mikey had issues tbh. FCAU Mikey...uhh no spoilers from me...

Hope you liked it, Lava! Don't blame me, blame the random number generator that selected you from the prompt spreadsheet. Now, ONTO THE NEXT VICTUM!

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Healing A Mechanical Heart

Chapter 1

‘Movement detected.’

That’s all Karel needs to hear.

Hiding behind the remains of a child’s stuffed unicorn toy isn’t the best hiding spot but hey, when you’re 4 inches tall and blood is gushing out of your right leg, you gotta do what you gotta do.

He takes a look down from the shelf, glaring down at the beeping machine. This should have been an easy trip. Yeah, right. If only his brother could see him now.

The robot remains stationed at the shelf, starting from the bottom. It’ll only be a matter of time before it reaches the third shelf. Like that’s going to happen. 

Karel opens his bag, rummaging around, peeking from behind the toy to watch the robot. There’s a loud crash and he looks down to see the robot throw some kind of box at the wall across from him, leaving a large dent. The robot keeps hurling random items around, its beeping getting louder.

Karel stays paralyzed, staring in fear at the automation before snapping out of it. He reaches into his bag again with sweaty hands. When his fingers finally reach it, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

He yanks out what he needs, carefully crawling from behind the toy. He winces as the robot throws a framed photo which flies out the window. Karel stands up, steadying himself before he falls over. He glares at his leg, swearing under his breath. Mom was right, I should’ve brought bandages.

The robot continues its rampage, moving from the bottom shelf to the second shelf. With fumbling hands, Karel places the bomb in the slingshot. A bead of sweat makes its way down his nose, leaving a stain on his pants. Focus. Breathe in, and out. In and out.

The robot moves again, getting even closer to the third shelf, beeping as if it might explode.

With a deep breath, Karel releases the bomb, falling over in the process. 

Time seems to still as the small bomb flies through the air, landing across the room. Karel dares not move, as if even the slightest movement might be the death of him.

The sound of the tiny bomb hitting the ground is enough to startle the robot. It turns around with an urgent beep to inspect it. Karel hides behind the toy again, hands clamped tight over his ears. His heart skips a beat, and he shuts his eyes tight holding his breath. 

1…

2…

3…

Huh?

The robot stares at the bomb holding it in its hand. Blood drains from Karel’s face as his eyes widen, heart beating a mile a minute. 

Why…. why hadn’t it-

No.

Forget the bomb.

Karel tugs his grappling hook out of the bag with shaking hands. He latches it onto the edge of the shelf and makes his descent, his eyes not leaving the robot even once. His hands slip and he has to bite his tongue before he can shout. The stupid robot keeps staring at the bomb, thank God. He looks down, the floor getting closer and closer with each movement.

Almost there…

‘Movement detected.’

Karel yelps, his grip immediately leaving the grappling hook. He hits the floor with a thud, crying out, blood staining the floor. He looks up at the robot, even bigger than from the shelf, making its way to him and pushes himself up, stumbling. 

The robot reaches down but rolls out of the way and stands up, rushing toward the door. It takes a swipe at him, moments away from scratching his clothes. 

He runs out the door, limping slightly. He staggers out of the hallway, his hand on the wall for support. He’s careful to avoid the scratches and blood on the wall. He edges around a torn picture, closing his eyes as he passes by it. 

Karel enters the “living room”. His eyes take in the scratches on the wall, blood on the floor and walls, broken objects littering the floor. This is a sight I’ll probably never get used to. 

Static beeping interrupts his thoughts and he panics. His gaze darts around the room and he spots a couch, ripped and battered and slanting a bit.

 He hides under the torn-up couch, slumping to the ground, breathless. He opens one eye and groans as he sees the robot.

Slowly, soundlessly, it enters the room. Its cute, bright pastel color scheme is unnatural compared to the dull, sunken atmosphere of the room. In a normal world, no one would guess what such a creature could be capable of.

The robot continues its rampage, flinging a painting with one hand and kicking a fallen lamp to the side.

The machine moves around the room, twitching every other second. malfunctioned, that stupid machine. 

In the corner of his vision is the empty door frame, bringing light into the dull room. His gaze doesn’t waver for even a second, and he crawls toward it, in a trance.

BANG

Karel lets out a shout and turns, his heart stopping for what must be the tenth time today. 

The robot lifts the couch with ease, bending it a bit. Karel stares in horror as the robot pushes the couch away, its gaze locked on nothing but him, like a ravenous lion staring at a gazelle. Like hell is he going to stay in this hellhole any longer.

With newfound energy, he sprints (at least, as fast as you can with a messed-up leg) out the door. He grabs a spare hook from his bag to descend from the porch. He runs past broken glass and blood stains before slumping to the ground, clutching his leg. 

He wastes one moment to look back at the front door and his face pales. He's shortsighted alright, but it’s possible for him not to notice the several tiny bombs lying on the porch. His hand wanders down to his satchel.

His half-opened satchel.

Crap.

He tries to get up but his leg twists, causing him to cry out in pain. The noise alerts the robot, who makes its way to the doorway. Karel crawls away, looking back as it inches closer.

And closer…

And closer…

And…

BOOM

His ears ring as he's blown away from the impact. His head might as well have split open from how hard it hit the ground. Eyes half open, he raises his head to see the already crumbling house nothing but a pile of glass, brick, and rubble. He turns his head to see a shiny piece of metal twice his size land near his head with a clang. The robot's arm.

Karel puts his head back down with a sigh.

That robot might have not been able to kill him, but his mom will.

Annnd that's it! My first g/t story on Tumblr. I'm kind of nervous but let's see how it goes! More will be explained in later chapters.

[casdeans-pie]

Part 3 of Flustered Castiel Accidentally Explodes Lightbulbs And Causes Power Outages Especially When Dean's Fingers Are In His Hair

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4. Thanks to everyone for their enthusiasm for more parts of this silly lil thing I wrote, I really appreciate it sooo much and you all keep me writing!

This accidentally gained a part 4 I'm sorry ! So the next chapter will actually be the final

Tags for: @dreampencil (thanks again for the initial idea I can't believe how this keeps growing aaa), @mymisfitsbabe , @fivefeetfangirl , @kerryweaverlesbian , @give-bucky-his-boyfriend-back , @mooshroomister as always let me know if you want a tag for the final part!

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It had happened twice already, and Dean felt confident he knew why: both times Cas had jumped in surprise. He looked like a weird little guy in a trench coat, who frowned too much and hadn’t slept properly in a week, but he had all that powerful Angel mojo stuffed inside, so it made sense that startling him could set it off.

Sometimes if you shook a bottle too hard the cork would fly out, that’s all.

Of course, now Dean absolutely had to shake the bottle on purpose to see what happened.

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The piles of papers scattered across the long table looked random, but Dean knew from experience that they were organised by a system that only Cas understood. Books were opened onto pages with complicated diagrams and words in languages Dean didn’t know, while more books and papers were piled high in boxes by his feet.

Sam sat on the opposite side of the table with a similar setup – both reading in silence except for the rustle of pages.

Dean placed a bowl of steaming, freshly popped popcorn onto the table between them with a flourish and sat on the edge of the table. “You know what goes great with research?” He grabbed a handful and threw them into his mouth. “Snacks,” he said, slightly garbled from all the popcorn, as he grinned at them both.

“Do you know what goes even better with research?” Cas asked drily, without even looking up from his papers. “An extra pair of hands.”

Dean nearly choked with the force of his laughter, and in response Cas finally looked up at him from over the top of the paper he was currently reading. The corners of his lips curled up into a fond smile.

“Cas,” Dean managed, as he got his laughter under control and swallowed forcefully. “You wound me. Here I am, providing sustenance for you both-”

“I don’t eat.”

“-and you’re giving me the cold shoulder?”

Cas opened his mouth to say something, but Dean jabbed a finger towards him before he could speak. “Do not tell me your shoulder is ‘perfectly room temperature’ or whatever. I can see it in your eyes.”

Cas’s smile grew a fraction wider before he hid it behind a pile of papers in his hands. “Okay,” he said, “I won’t tell you.”

Dean rolled his eyes affectionately and reached over for another helping of popcorn. He paused when he noticed Sam looking between them both with his eyebrows hiked up to his hairline.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Sam said with a soft smile, returning to his book.

So, Sam knew that he was flirting. So what. It wasn’t his best flirting, even he’d admit, but it’s not like it mattered when Cas didn’t even see it like that anyway. Did that make it worse? It’s not like he meant to flirt with him (badly) so much anyway, it always just kinda happened.

Dean ran a frustrated hand through his hair as his gaze flicked back to Cas before he could stop himself.

Cas had his eyes narrowed at the stack of papers in his hands, as if he could absorb the information through intensity alone, and Dean felt a wave of warmth in his chest. Okay, maybe the flirting was happening more than ever recently, and maybe he did mean to do it.

He turned away and picked at a loose thread on his jeans, trying to hide his small secret smile.

When they first met, he’d been on the receiving end of those kinds of stares, like Cas was trying to look inside of him, and see right to his core. Back then he probably could.

Thinking about Cas’s Angel powers reminded Dean of what he’d brought the popcorn in for in the first place. He shook himself out of his thoughts and cleared his throat quietly, making sure his back was to Cas.

Sam immediately looked back up.

Dean pointed over at Cas and then the lights. Sam frowned and shook his head. Dean wiggled his eyebrows and nodded. Sam's frown intensified.

The brothers’ silent argument continued while Cas researched obliviously, until Dean rolled his eyes, and in one fluid motion picked out some popcorn, turned around, and flicked it.

Cas jumped so hard that the current collection of papers in his hands slipped out of his grip and his elbow knocked over a whole stack beside him.

Even through the sound of the pages scattering across the table and the floor, Dean could hear Sam’s disappointed sigh as he made his way over to Cas to help, and plucked some popcorn out from where it had got caught on his spiky hair.

Cas apologised for the mess and thanked him, while Dean waited expectantly and with a growing sense of disappointment.

The lights stayed perfectly normal. Not even a flicker.

But that didn’t make any sense…

Cas had definitely been surprised – he’d jumped like he’d been hit with a taser – so Dean couldn’t think of what had gone wrong. The whole place should have been flashing like a nightclub.

Dean eventually jumped off the table and stooped down to pick up some pages that had slid across the floor, but when he placed them back on the table next to Cas, he turned to see two sets of glares directed at him. He pushed his tongue between his teeth and grinned. “I slipped,” he said with a shrug.

“You slipped?” Cas repeated, his eyes narrowing.

“Yeah, and then the popcorn just flew clear out my hands.” Dean’s grin widened. His experiment had failed, but at least he’d been able to see the Squint Of Disapproval. “Speaking of – Sam missed a bit.” Dean reached over to flick out a rogue piece, but Cas immediately ducked away out of his reach.

It was so unexpected that Dean froze mid-action.

“I’ve got it.” Cas’s voice had a strange, strained quality to it as he fluffed both hands through his hair, far away from Dean.

Something painful twisted in Dean’s chest at how quickly Cas had moved away from him. His hand was still suspended stupidly in the air, so he lowered it down to his side and tried to ignore the hurt – Cas could be weird about stuff, and he had just thrown popcorn at the guy. He shouldn’t read too much into it.

Dean forced out a little laugh at the bits of yellow popcorn still trapped in Cas’s hair. “It’s still there, just let me-” He took a step closer.

Cas flinched back. “No, I’m fine, I’ll use a mirror. Excuse me.”

He left the room so quickly it reminded Dean of when he used to be able to fly away and disappear.

“Maybe we should all take a break from research anyway?” Sam suggested, looking at Dean with a deep, concerned crease between his eyebrows.

Dean stared after Cas, a mixture of hurt and confusion and guilt swirling in his gut.

Sam sighed. “I told you messing around with his powers on purpose was a bad idea.”

“Yeah, well. Give me stick and I’m gonna poke the hornets’ nest. ‘Cause apparently that’s just what I do.”

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And then it kept happening.

For weeks.

They were never in a room alone together anymore because Cas would leave if Sam wasn’t there. He would stand up if Dean sat too close to him, muttering something about somewhere he needed to be, or that he suddenly had something to do that he’d forgotten about. He wouldn’t even take anything directly out of Dean’s hands if he handed something over, making some kind of excuse for Dean to put it down first before he took it. It got so bad that if Cas spotted him walking down the corridor in the bunker, he would turn around and walk the opposite way.

It was getting ridiculous. And it was driving Dean insane.

He’d only wanted to know what triggered Cas’s powers to go all screwy with the electrics like an Angel sneeze or something. It was supposed to be funny.

He wasn’t supposed to lose his best friend over it.

After the disaster of the first experiment, Sam told him that he wouldn’t help him with anything else, so Dean was on his own, and rapidly figuring out that maybe Sam was right, and it had all been a bad idea.

A couple of times Dean had even considered talking to Cas about it… but then he’d have to admit to trying to mess with his powers on purpose and acknowledge how badly their lack of interaction affected him. He also wasn’t sure how he could talk about how much he wanted them to go back to how they were, without also admitting that he’d kinda like them to be more than how they were.

So, he stewed in silence and hated the rift growing between them. Dean had never really been touchy-feely – the few times they’d hugged could probably fit on one hand – but God it was like… he missed Cas. And he was right there.

He had to get him back.

[sterekchub]

A bit of a dark idea. The first time Stiles accidentally overeats in front of Derek is probably the moment where Stiles dooms his waistline and mobility. Derek becoming obsessed with feeding and fattening up Stiles whether the human wants it or not, all of Stiles complaints of "I'm too full, I can't eat anymore!" and "None of my clothes fit anymore, jerk!" and "Seriously, I could barely get up from the couch earlier, I'm getting way too fat!" going ignored by the werewolf, with him taking Stiles' lessening mobility as a chance to fatten him up even harder until Stiles is little more than a ball of blubber who can only whine and be made to eat and forced to grow

Derek can't be blamed- watching Stiles pig out? Was an experience. Stiles is almost sweating from the effort - he's eaten more than his fair share of slices of pizza (and of course Derek was counting). The rest of the pack trickles out slowly until it's just Derek and Stiles. And really - with only 5 slices left in the box, Stiles groans and says he might as well finish them. The heavy breathing, the red flush to his face pushing himself to eat more, the way Stiles' T-shirt rises up over his bloated middle... Derek NEEDS to see Stiles eating like this all the time. Stiles doesn't put much resistance up at first. He likes eating. He LOVES having sex with Derek. So there's nothing to complain about. Even if Derek is a little enthusiastic. Roughly telling Stiles he's not done eating. He has room for one more shake. One more slice of cake. But Stiles is thinking with his dick more than anything else- if he eats it all, Derek will fuck him! Only starts getting a little concerned when he starts realizing just how wide he's getting. When Scott and his dad start voicing their concerns. When Stiles notices he has to sort of roll out of bed, otherwise he can't seem to get up under his rapidly acquired mass. Sees that he's got stretchmarks EVERYWHERE. His neck is vanishing behind a thick double chin. Even his hands have started to swell with fat. And is unsympathetic to his problems. Clothes don't fit? He doesn't mind if Stiles waddles around the loft naked. Struggling to get off the couch? That's why he has Derek. Or he shouldn't waste the calories. Derek will bring him more food, why does he need to get up? Or he learns the very hard way that Derek isn't going to let him slim down. He catches Stiles on a walk (not that he is walking very fast or far with his thighs rubbing together and belly slapping against his thighs) and as a punishment, funnel feeds him fattening slop until Stiles is groaning and clutching his stretch-mark ridden belly feeling like he might explode. Derek keeps him funnel fed for the entire week, and Stiles gets a slightly terrifying look into his future....stuffed to bursting, and rapidly getting fatter and fatter. (Not that Derek hides his intentions. He adores grabbing handfuls of Stiles' blubber, calling him pig, hog, glutton, enthusiastically fucking Stiles and telling him he can't wait until Stiles is so damn fat Derek can't find his dick or his hole. But Stiles is so, so near the edge, it's hard to do anything but moan in agreement, tell Derek anything, he'll get as big as he wants, if Derek just lets him come).

[dyke-quixote]

normal anon strikes yet again >:3 randomly clockfuckering but it’s whatever.

no ok I know Im the one who wrote it but now I’m obsessed with the idea that if Don (or any of the sinners really) were to piss herself in battle that Dante would know if they had to revive her??

Dante being all like. Quiet and weird once Don is revived (and the pain of dying is over) because they just had the sensation of pissing themself. Takes Don a couple seconds to realize what must have happened and now she’s embarrassed.

What if Dante had to pee and revived Don. Sensation of peeing tricks their bladder into going “ok! Release time” and now their pants are wet.

Unrelated but I don’t want to split it into two asks. No longer clockfucking.

Ishmael and Heathcliff doting on a lil regressed Don. This can be within the gaped urethra scenario or not.

Coloring books are. very cute. easily accessible. I like the idea of Heathcliff helping Don with coloring by helping her pick out what colors to use. He takes on more of like an older brother role to me. (I also HC him as a regressor but we are talking about that baby vampire right now).

Little Sancho occasionally missing Bari and/or Papa. God forbid she accidentally calls Ishmael or Heathcliff “Papa” because she will actually start crying because fuck! he’s dead! Sorry that one hurt. Um. Happy headcanon, go!

Back when Don Sr and Bari were Sancho’s caregivers. I’m still stuck on them quizzing her about the fade when wet fixer pull-up. That’s so fucking cute I can’t. I can’t! That’s so cute. (Repeat this like 30 times it’s just super cute.)

Bari bringing things that babies normally use and being like “this is for you ^-^” but almost EXCLUSIVELY doing this when Sancho is teetering right on the edge of getting little so it pushes her into it. One time she brought a box of full on diapers and Don Quixote thought Sancho was going to explode from how red she got.

Bari bringing her stuffed animals. She gets one that clearly is meant to resemble Don Quixote (a little albino horse or something idk) and one that’s meant to resemble Bari.

Maybe she humps these two plushies (n then feels bad because she feels like she violated the consent of whichever plushie representation it was). Idk much about tech at the time but. could you imagine if it was one of those “secret baby monitor” type plushies. I think Sancho would die on the spot from embarrassment tbh. Like “you heard that!?” “you were enjoying yourself ^-^ it’s ok”

Little Don humping the little Ishmael sheep plushie from the Christmas Nightmare ego or whatever it’s called. That’s part of the ego so Ishmael knows what’s going on and feels it. Idk Im just spitballing.

I can't stop thinking of Dante feeling the piss now. I already headcanon they can feel if a sinner got fucked recently and also felt any orgasms if they're just rewinding damage because I feel like sex based damage is just something that happens when you have like Ryōshū and then various EGOs around. (I used to mod a group RP once where Sinners had to fill out forms and get approval from Dante to use EGOs in the bedroom and they could ask him to overclock it if everyone agreed and it was really funny)

also I have to show a very small part of something I've been writing because you once again read my mind

(he ends up liking it a lot so I mean)

Heathcliff and Ishmael taking care of little Don yes yes yes... (also yes yes yes to regressor Heathcliff.... this bus can fit so many littles)

also I am GOING to have to steal the secret baby monitor plushie idea it's so good I need to write this wow

[shatteredsilverwing]

Differen Stages of Life AU - First Sleepover Pt.2

aaaand here's the rest! Part 1 can be found here! Part 1.5 can be found here! Enjoy!

After putting down Angel’s luggage on the odd wooden rocking chair, Sephiroth guided her out of the guest room and then straight ahead to his own room. The sheer size of his room alone made her dizzy, but when she scanned through the room and saw all the toys he possessed, she almost fainted. So many toys and books were neatly sorted in the shelves and boxes, that she was asking herself how he finds the time to play with all of them! Stuffed animals are residing side by side on his oversized bed, arranged by their sizes. On Sephiroth’s desk she spotted two different chemistry sets. One seemed to look like it was made for children, the other looked more for adult use. She walked over to the desk and studied them with great curiosity, while Sephy smiled bashfully at her reaction and followed her. “What is all that?”, she asked him while she touched the glasses with caution. “Those are my chemistry sets. The small one belongs to me and the big one was a gift from my Mother…” “Can the big one explode?!” That sudden outburst of hers caused Sephiroth to laugh, and it was at this moment where Angel’s heartbeat increased tenfold for a change. As far as she could remember, she never heard him laughing wholeheartedly like this. And it was also at this moment where she fell in love with it. “No, Angel. It cannot explode. … Unless you put liquids together that actually can. But I don’t have any of those.” “Aw… What a pity…”, she spoke with disappointment in her voice, “but what CAN it do?” Sephiroth couldn’t help but giggle one more time, as he started to explain and to show her everything that belonged with the chemistry sets. What all those instruments do, what they’re called and he showed her a self-drawn table which depicted what liquids go together safely. And those who do not. To her own surprise, Angel managed to memorise everything he explained to her while she kept listening to his melodious voice. After listening to him for a while, she noticed the difference between how he spoke to her at the kindergarten all the time, and how he spoke to her at that moment. His voice was more firm and confident, which in return didn’t make him stutter once. Typically, at the kindergarten, he stuttered very often. The noisy surroundings distracted him tremendously, which made him feel on edge most of the time. And, as Angel originally expected him to be, he didn’t act like a smartass like he usually did. He had the patience of a saint and even answered the silliest question of hers with sincerity. If Mother Jenova didn’t enter his room, he would have gone on about it for hours. “My sweet children, the pancakes are ready~”, she chirped joyfully and when she saw her sweet son and Angel together at the desk, she couldn’t help but feel happiness, “are you showing Angel your favourite toys? You’re such a good boy~” Sephiroth turned bright red at her remark and felt the sudden urge to jump into her arms to receive his daily dose of cuddles. But since Angel was present, he was afraid of doing so as he thought that he would only embarrass himself…

“Sephy taught me a lot about chemistry, Ma’am! It was fun!” “Oh, please don’t call me Ma’am. You can call me Jenova! Or Jen, for short.” “Thank you, Jen. Now come on Sephy, I’m hungry. Are you not?” With those words, Angel gently took Sephiroth’s hand and trotted towards Mother Jenova, ready to follow her downstairs. This cuteness was too much for Mother Jenova to bear, as she had to turn away in order not to squeal out loud in front of them. Angel didn’t let go of his Sephiroth’s hand, and neither did he let go of hers until they reached the kitchen and sat down next to each other. Mother Jenova both served them their pancakes first and hers last. “Since I don’t know what kind of toppings you like on your pancakes, sweetheart, I’m going to put all the toppings on the table as well, so you can choose freely!”

Mother Jenova placed all the various kinds of toppings she managed to buy the day before on the table: strawberries, spray cream, chocolate and colourful sprinkles, maple syrup, butter… And Angel's mouth was watering at the sight of all of them.

“Thank you, Jen…”, she replied shyly, becoming aware of how much effort she put into making her feel welcomed.

“You’re welcome, sweetie. If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask!”

[skegulium]

The moment Averii swept the pelt off of his shoulders and ruffled it in front of the children, the kids exploded. Quietly, but exploded none the less. Permission to touch was one of the best gifts this troll could have given to them and the two were eager to take advantage of it. At the very least Baiyan and Phomoe were kind about it all. Phomoe was more concerned with gently petting the ears and the wiry mane, but Baiyan locked straight into her work persona as she cupped the face and scrutinized it. Locked the fuck in, as Orivar has heard them say before.

"Well taxidermied, shaped with - is it foam? That would make it easier to carry but it's well sealed to keep anything from bothering the wearer. Hard to tell! Glass eyes, well made, no lumps…" She leaned in to sniff the edges of the fur, and Orivar hovered with a warning eye for her to not to do something stranger. "Real gold teeth too, that ups the price of it…" The rest of it devolved into a muttering that Orivar was slowly starting to dread as the olive kept up at her appraising and for a very brief moment, she felt very, very awkward as the four of them stood there. She may have gotten better about speaking to people without wanting to kill everyone involved, but children barely brushing six sweeps make her want to scream and rip her face off starting from the eyelids every time they got a little too enthusiastic.

Still, she had to take responsibility for them. Gathering up the dredges of her spiraling thoughts, she put them firmly back into their box and gave Averii a wane smile. "We work in antiques and oddities." She said, gesturing towards some of the decor on the wall: up on a high ledge, a full suit of armor posed in mid sword swing as a stuffed dragon cowered beneath it. "That armor's on loan from us. The host has contracted us in the past to rent genuine decor, such as during the war ball. We were one of the ones he reached out to to provide weapons and he's come back every so often for more."

She paused as Baiyan carefully inspected the mouth of the lion, attempting to get the best count of the teeth without opening it's mouth. Phomoe, instead, seemed to have pet herself into a trance, cheek pressed against the soft fur. Good fucking messiahs. Orivar reached out and gently tugged at Phomoe's shoulder to pull her from it with a growing sense of embarrassment. Maybe she SHOULD skin herself on the ball floor. Her jaw muscles flexed as she tried to figure out how best to keep the peace with these little idiots despite their eager insistence to be as annoying and handsy as possible. "Please let me know if they're too much," Orivar said as blithely as she can. "I help teach them valuable skills -" Killing and maiming, really, "- and give them a hive, and they assist in appraisment and fulfilling orders. She'll likely give you an estimate on the value of your cape after a moment here, though take it with a grain of salt. She's still learning and she is giving it unasked."

Cat's Getting Out of the Bag

@rebatrolls

"Orivar's SUCH a hardass!"

The corners of her lips twitched and turned downward at the poorly hushed complaining of her little shitten. Baiyan's trying her best to be subtle, but she's never been good at controlling her voice - especially when she's railing against whatever rules she's been placed under.

"I know like, it's the rules of the ball to make us leave after 10, but like! We could pass as old enough Phemoe! Ugh, she just needs to help vouch for us, it's not like we'd get in any worse trouble than -" Baiyan's words were cut off with a sharp yelp as Orivar's cane rapped hard against the back of her ankles.

"Watch your mouth," Orivar scolded as the child stumbled. "And my name is Lu. Mind yourself."

Big, baleful olive eyes stared and sulked at her little reprimand, but Ori paid no mind to it. Children needed to be taught lessons lest they become a little bit too full of themselves. Wild children had to be tamed.

(There was something to be said about the way Orivar was distinctly reminded of her own caretaker's behavior when she was younger and with his wooden spoon and how much she fussed about that, but she refused to explore that memory further.)

Next to the two of them, Phemoe blinked her even larger, more baleful eyes at the two of them. Chin pointed up, she straightened her shoulder and flicked her long, braided hair over one shoulder of her loose, crimson robes to pat gently at the gold leaves mounted against her horns. "I have foresaw," She drawled ominously. Oh joy, her psychic persona was taking the reigns again. "During our glorious entrance into the castle grounds, deep within the courtyard and as we stood upon the shores of babbling lake -" Fountain, Orivar thought, "- Was an ominous sign of bad luck for trolls. The aural reading I pulled from the golden apple given to our most dearest leader -" Orivar shot her a moody look, "- and the way the leaves fell post apple harvest meant that we do not have long for this world."

She paused. Baiyan stared at her, mouth agape. "Do you mean -"

"By world! That is to say!" Phomoe interrupted dramatically with a flair of fin, "This world of magic and wonder!"

Baiyan sagged in relief at her words while Orivar pinched the bridge of her nose. Still, the seadweller continued.

"I believe we will soon come across ill fated encounters, ties to pernicious scenarios trapped in the shards of frozen time, which henceforth will cause us to begin a quick flight from these grounds. That, my beloved diamond, is the future that I have foresaw as the Oracle of Delphi."

Phomoe fell quiet after her declaration, eyes half lidded and expectant as she held her sheaves of wheat against her chest. Expectant for what? None of the trio knew, not even her. Baiyan looked as perplexed as ever hearing her moirail's 'divination' while Orivar simply looked upon her with exhaustion. As much as she's told the child she never did believe in the so-called future sight of seadwellers (psychic abilities never showed in their cooler bloods after all) the child still insisted.

Still, regardless of what Orivar thought, the two of them continued their shenanigans despite it. Baiyan looked increasingly introspective as she digested her words, and her brow furrowed before Phomoe gasped and grabbed her hand, pointing towards a troll across the way.

"Look! Forsooth!" Forsooth? Orivar squinted in confusion, "A hero in the flesh! Hercules himself, draped in the pelt of the monstrous Nemean lion!" The three of them swiveled to look where Phomoe pointed, instantly spotting the massive troll towering over the rest of the guests. With tight braided hair, too much skin showing, and a glorious cape of the whitest lion skin Orivar has seen, he was hard to miss, though she was unsure how much a lusii skin could really carry an outfit. Animal skins are a dime a dozen and with not much else to help accentuate it? Mediocre, at best -

But did the children share the same thoughts? Orivar grimaced as the answer was absolutely not as the two of them immediately bee-lined towards the troll to leave her in the dust. "Is that a real Lusus pelt?" Baiyan's voice floated over the crowd. The tops of her curls barely hit at his elbow as he turned to stare at the two wrigglers accosting him.

"Did you kill it yourself, O Descendant of Zeus?"

"Wait - the fangs are gold! Did it have gold teeth?!"

"Impervious to blade and spear you may be, but surely not to the chill of Hel herself touching the air - are you not cold?"

"Can I touch it?"

Alright alright alright - time to stop this party before it gets started.

Orivar was quick to step in once Baiyan's hands started reaching for the fur and she used the end of her cane to knock her hand away from the troll. "Can you two behave yourselves without attacking this man all at once?" She said, firm enough to make Baiyan pout and Phomoe blink. "Ask and don't touch. Greet and introduce yourselves. Don't act like animals."

[gloryhrs]

⟡ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘! ━━ 「 Yasutora 'Chad' Sado. 」

male reader. ʚɞ keigo coming up next! ^_–☆ ty for voting!

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ CHAD FELT LIKE he was going to explode. He held the roses in one hand and a box of chocolate in the other. Today was Valentine’s Day, the day of the year when people confessed their love and buy gifts for their s/o. This was his first time participating in something like this, considering the fact he never had a crush on anyone or a s/o. But this year was different, he has you now. He had never done something like this before which explained why he was so on edge. "Hey, Chad! Who are the chocolate and flowers for? You plan out asking a girl out today?" Keigo pointed at the heart-shaped box with a velvet bow on top and the red roses that looked fresh out of the garden.

"No." He bluntly stated as his eyes scanned the classroom for an Afro, once his eyes landed on you he felt something inside his chest flutter. He slowly made his way to you with a bead of sweat appearing on his forehead. ‘What if he says no? What if he laughs and embarrasses me?' Chad cut his negative thoughts short and tapped you on your shoulder. He could feel the eyes of everyone in the class watching him and whispering to their partners. Once his eyes met yours he immediately held out the box and flowers while looking down in embarrassment. "Happy Valentines Day. Will you be my Valentine’s?" He muttered loud enough for you to hear.

Chad felt a hint of hurt in his chest when he heard your laughter, but all of that went away when he felt your lips against his cheek. "Of course!" You took the gifts from his hands with a gentle smile that made his heart thump louder and louder. "He said yes!" Keigo pumped his fist into the air with the class joining him. The once heavyweight was now released off Chad’s shoulder when you said yes, the smile on his face never leaving when you kissed his cheek. "Would you like to hang out after school?" He asked while scratching the back of his neck. "Sure! I can’t wait to spend the day with you!" You held the flowers closer to get a good sniff. You saw this side of Chad before, but it surely was adorable.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ CHAD WATCHED AS the sun glared down on your dark skin making you shine like a star with your diamond studded earrings added onto it. He never felt this way about anyone before, right now he felt like the main character of some cheesy shoujo manga who finally had the guts to ask the person out. The way your nose curled up from the whipped cream getting on it made him chuckle. "Do you like your milkshake, Chad? You haven’t touched it." You tilted your head at the brown-skinned male who barely touched the chocolate shake in front of him. "Sorry, something just caught my attention." He placed the straw towards his lips and took a long sip of the sweet drink.

"Oh? And what was that?" You leaned forward to reach for the strawberry-sprinkled donut. "It was you. You look handsome today." Chad placed his elbow on the table and smiled at your precious reaction. You playfully rolled your eyes and stuffed the donut in your mouth, "Ah, you look handsome as well! I’m glad you stopped covering your eyes, they’re beautiful." You laughed when Chad's eyes widened and let out a nervous cough from your flirting. While you were laughing Chad observed your lips, he wondered how they would feel against his.

"Hello? Earth to Chad? Don’t tell me you zoned out already!" He snapped out of his trance once he saw you waving your hand in front of his face. "Ah, sorry." He looked away from your lips and took a bite out of the donut. He nearly choked on his food when he felt your hand holding his, with your thumb brushing over his slowly. "It’s fine, we all zone out once in a while." Your thumb continued to brush over his in a comforting manner.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ YOUR SOFT E/C eyes sparkled at the beautiful sky, the oranges, and purples mixing to create the beautiful sky. "I had fun with you today, Chad. Thank you." Your eyes trailed over to the male who stared back at you with the sun reflecting those beautiful brown orbs of his. "It’s no big deal, I hope we can spend more time together in the future." He turned his head back to the sky to ignore your longing gaze. "Me too, I wouldn’t mind having you as my boyfriend." You scooted yourself close to him so you lean your head on his arm. Chad's eyes widened and looked down at your figure, did you not hear what you just said? Did you accidentally say that out loud?

Dozens of thoughts ran through his head from the simple sentence, he felt like time had to stop itself when those words came from you. "Do…you mean that?" He spoke lowkey with a tone of disbelief in his voice. You risen your head off his shoulder with a serious expression on your face, "Of course I do! You’re talented and strong! Who wouldn’t want to date you?! I still can’t believe you asked me to be your Valentine!" You caressed his warm cheek as he slowly leaned into your touch, the softness of your hand made him feel safe.

"Thank you Y/n… I wouldn’t mind if you became my boyfriend as well.” The softness in his eyes caused your heart to stop in place. "Does that mean we’re boyfriends now?" The hopeful tone in your voice made him nod his head and place a kiss on the back of your hand. "Yes, that means we’re boyfriends now."

© gloryhrs, 041423. // notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦) /

[ametistacollinsworld]

❅ Doll x Sick! Reader x Lizzy❅

My 53 request! Hope you like!

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You were currently in your bedroom, lying on your bed covered in several blankets, accompanied by your [stuffed animal] and a box of tissues residing on your dresser.

You felt completely awful…feeling your body shiver, possibly from the cold?… But you didn't know for sure… other than feeling like your head could explode at any minute… you were pretty bad.

So after a while, you heard a soft knock on the door, hearing two voices talking in a muffled tone.

" Come in… " You said in a low and husky tone, soon hearing the sound of your door opening.

" Oh...my- You look like trash (Y/n) " Lizzy spoke in a slow tone, looking at you with a frown. You rolled your eyes, giving a muffled cough through your hand.

" Thanks for the sweet words, Lizzy… You are one of the best girlfriends anyone could have.. " You said in a sarcastic tone, seeing how Lizzy's expression looked a bit hurt by the tone of those words. Doll just sighed, shaking her head disapprovingly at two of you, then going to sit on the edge of your bed.

" Как ты себя чувствуешь (Т/и)? Мы не видели тебя весь день..[How do you feel (Y/n)? We haven't seen you all day..] " Doll asked in a soft tone, taking one of your hands carefully with concern.

" I'm fine.. I'm not going to die from this at least.. I think- " You spoke in a husky tone, looking at the two female drones. Lizzy sighed, soon going to sit on the edge of the bed as well.

" Are you sure? You don't seem.. very 'on' in reality " Lizzy spoke in a neutral tone, propping her head on one of her hands, bending down to look at you.

" Hmm.. Maybe watching a movie would help? I'm kinda bored of just lying here all day… " You spoke in a low tone, giving a few small coughs. Doll and Lizzy exchanged glances, then nodded giving you a small smile.

" Ну, если вы думаете, что это заставит вас чувствовать себя лучше! Почему нет? [Well, if you think it'll make you feel better! Why not?] " Doll spoke with a soft tone, giving a sweet smile at you.

'' Sure, we can do it- Just make room and let me get my cell phone '' Lizzy said with a smile, soon taking her cell phone and crawling on the bed to get under the covers, snuggling next to you, which Doll wasted no time, quickly snuggling up to your other side.

'' Aren't you..afraid of getting sick too? '' You asked with a questioning tone, which the two just shrugged. So, you soon felt the two snuggling closer to you, with Lizzy holding your waist with one arm, while the other held the cell phone looking for a movie, and Doll leaning on your shoulder, hugging your arm affectionately.

" Getting sick is one of our least worries now dear " Lizzy speaks in a neutral tone, seeming to find the movie she was looking for.

" Романтическая комедия? [Romantic comedy?] " Doll asked looking at Lizzy, which the pink drone gave a knowing smile.

" Romantic comedy! " Lizzy exclaims with a winning smile, which makes you give a soft smile. They could be so silly sometimes.

So the three of you watched the movie, laughing and talking about the characters in the movie.

We can say that you ended up falling asleep almost at the end of the movie, being hugged by your girlfriends who kissed you on the forehead, who soon fell asleep next to you.

With support from Doll and Lizzy, you would definitely get better in no time! They love you after all.

[polyghostfacehours]

Oh you are looking for REQUESTS, HUH?!

Well that sounds like a call for Bex to drop some good old horny thoughts in your box. Now what to ask for, what to ask forrrr. Let's get our sweet Poly!Ghostface boys obvi, Billy and Stu, and ya know what is fun? One of my favorites? Edging and orgasm denial. L

et me lay it out. Billy and Stu have some fun with the reader before they have to work, they get off, the reader does not, they make them go off to do their shift still stuffed full of cum and do not let them clean up. The reader of course protests but they tell em that if they are good then they can have whatever they want when they get homeeee. And you know that threesome after they get back home will be insane. Main point is I am desperate to see you write the reader being desperate! Bless ya, can't wait to see what you do with it.

PHEW! Holy shit. 4K words buddy! I WENT OFF on this request. Made sure to add some stuff we chatted about too! This is probably my longest smut piece I've written so far and I'm really happy with how it turned out! I had sooo much fun with the dialogue in this lmao!

TW: afab!GN!Reader, Orgasm Denial, Degradation, Praise, Domination, Dacryphilia, Humiliation, Cum Stuffing, cruel use of vibrators lol

Oops, Denied! - Poly!Ghostface x afab!GN!Reader

"C'mon guys," you whine, canting your hips upwards in desperation "I'm going to absolutely explode if you don't give me something."

Your form layed supine on the bed, your pussy quaking and leaking. You had been denied your orgasm again and again, whilst Billy and Stu indulged in your body like it was a candy factory in flesh form. You felt so full of cum, it was driving you crazy.

"Ah, ah." Stu boops your nose, and you crinkle it in response "Patience is a virtue, babe. Right, Billy?"

You turn your head to the brunette, watching him come closer with one of your more sexy underwear in hand. He 'hmmms' in response to Stu's inquiry and you watch with wide eyes as he grabs your ankles and pulls you towards his looming form. He maneuvers your legs and slips them up your calves, slowly moving them up to your knees.

"Uh, Billy. I gotta wipe this all off first before I start getting dressed again. I have work in, like, 30 minutes." you laugh. Billy gives you a devious look before taking the rag in his hands to wipe the cum off your torso. He and Stu had really gone buck wild on you, denying you the entire time whilst they allowed themselves release after release. It'd be impressive if it wasn't so frustrating.

After your torso is properly wiped clean, you expect him to make the move downwards to wipe your leaking entrance, the amount large enough to already begin a small pool at the crack of your ass. To your absolute shock, he pulls you up to stand and bring your underwear to your mid thigh. You stare up at him, wide-eyed before he leans down to your ear to whisper.

"Be good for us. If you manage to keep our cum in you for your shift, you'll get a surprise when you're back."

Feeling Billy place something in your hand, you look down to see what it was. You were greeted with a short dildo, one that has a wider base with a jewel at the end. It was broad enough to be able to plug up any sort of entrance you had. Holy fuck.

Your eyes dilate as he pulls away. Stu's large hands grab at your hips to pull you against him, and he nips at your neck. He grabs the toy from your trembling hands and circles your entrance with it a little before he sliding it into you, and you feel him smirk against your neck at the moan you let out.

"You do good, and we'll make you scream tonight, baby." his voice is seductive, and reverberates lowly in your ear before shooting down to your groin. Fuck, these guys really will kill you if they keep this up.

But you were nothing if not an obedient slut for the two. So you resign yourself with a nod, determined to keep their spunk in you for as long as you can.

"Fuck. You guys are evil."

The only thing you get in response is a chuckle and a smack to your ass from Stu, one that causes a small burst to leak from around the plug inside you. You groan. This was going to be a long day.

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Work was hell. It wasn't a particularly busy day or anything, thankfully, but you were pent up and (literally) leaking. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, warm cum sloshing inside of you and occasionally breaking it's barrier to slip into your underwear. Not that you expected it to feel nice, but the concept of it was enough to help you power through it. It felt so ridiculously naughty, taboo in the same way keeping a juicy secret from a best friend did. Except instead of your best friend, it was your manager and coworkers. And instead of a juicy secret, it was milky cum.

The trip back home had you feeling incredibly hot and bothered. It was rare that you felt this amount of arousal. You were pent up in the best(worst?) way, and your insides pulsing around the toy inside didn't help. Whatever Billy and Stu had in store for you was going to be absolutely wild. You weren't aware of exactly how long they'd been planning this, but your best guess was that to had been awhile, judging by how excited they had been this morning. You needed it bad.

You were practically panting by the time you got to your front door, and your keys jangled in your trembling hands while you attempted to unlock it. Finally getting it open, you practically stumble inside and close the door behind you immediately.

You expected to see one or both of the boys in the living room, but to your surprise, the lights were out and the room was empty. The evening light bathes the room, warm and dim, and you're able to a catch a glimpse of the sunset from the window across the room. You're distracted long enough to not notice the tall figure moving beside you, and before you can react, you're thrown over the shoulder of one of your paramours, who begins their ascent upstairs.

The movement jostles not only you, but the toy inside, and you feel it press slightly against a sensitive spot within you. The sharp pleasure cuts off whatever snarky comment you were about to spit out with a soft moan. You hear, who you now recognize as Stu judging by the cheesy Hawaiian shirt that now filled your view, chuckle at that and he gives your ass a squeeze before entering the master bedroom you shared and throwing you on the bed.

Before you can say anything, you feel another pair of hands grab your wrists, pulling them above you head, the feeling of silk rope winding around them. You glance up to see Billy's chest as he leans over you and secures you to the headboard, the scent of his cologne invading your senses. He pulls back and looks down at you smugly before speaking.

"You do what we asked?"

You nodded, unable to say anything as arousal pools in you for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. You clench around the plug in your cunt.

"Good." Stu chimed in, before grabbing at your pants and underwear, pulling them down roughly. Your legs are spread by both, and hot shame fills you as you hear them laugh.

"Fucking gross." Stu giggles.

"Jesus Christ Y/N." Billy snorts "Didn't realize your cunt would be so loose that it'd drip out around this thing." he taps the toy with his index finger roughly and you yelp.

"Whore~." Stu states in a sing song voice, a grin nearly cleaving his face in two.

You groan. You loved when they talked like this, and they knew it. But right now, all you wanted was release.

"Guys...please..." you say, turning your face away, your eyes unable to meet brown and blue. Billy scoffs before grabbing the toy and slowly, carefully, pulling it out. You jerk a little at the feeling, the smooth surface of the toy sliding against your engorged and raw insides deliciously. Cum spills out of you, and you can literally feel it gush out a bit. Both men are eyeing your entrance as it happens, and your eyes glide down to observe the tell-tale signs of their lengths hardening in their pants.

Billy glances at Stu, who nods enthusiastically, and an evil smirk grows on the brunettes face as he moves his hand to the space just above your pubis and pushes down. Even more cum spurts out, and your eyes are wide as you realize just how much they had filled you up this morning. They both release groans at the sight, and Stu begins palming at his front.

"So pretty. With our cum leaking out of you. Mmm, thought about it the whole day. Had to have Stu suck me off earlier 'cause I needed to cum again so bad thinking of your pretty cunt all filled up."

Billy dirty words drove you insane. The way he said it, his voice thick with lust and low in tenor, made your sticky insides clench around nothing. It was unfair how good he was at it. As he was talking, Stu had moved off the bed briefly to grab a few things. He lifts his hand up, and what he had in his hand made excitement pool in your stomach. A thin vibrator. Your favorite one, one who's vibration speed had you nearly screaming each time you pressed it on or into you.

"You've been good! Keeping all of that in you. Soooo. Babe. What do you say to me and Billy letting you cum yourself?"

"Yes!" your eyes light up, not even masking your enthusiasm anymore. Stu's expression matches yours, and you can tell he's excited of what's to come. He turns to Billy and hands the vibrator to him, giving him a small bow that Billy rolls his eyes at, and then moves to take his place next to you. God, you just wanted them to hurry up and give you your release.

But of course, whatever deity that's out there decided to punish you further. You don't know what transgressions you committed in a previous life that warranted this sort of torture, but you knew it must have been heinous. Billy slid the vibrating toy up and down your slit, changing the speed of the vibration anytime he decided to slowly circle your clit with it. In the meantime Stu was on his elbows, groping at and sliding his hands along your chest, leaving hickeys, and nibbling your nipples deliciously as he grinded his hips against the bed, desperate for friction.

Each time Billy started noticing your entrance pulsing, a surefire sign you were going to orgasm, he pulled away. This went on and on until, finally, he looked you in the eyes and licked his lips.

"Alright, alright. I think we've tortured you enough for today." he chuckles. "I'll let you cum now baby. Just sit back, relax, and let me take care of you."

You mentally thanked the now merciful Fates for the soon-to-be end of your torture. Though you suspected it was also because Billy's patience was finally wearing thin. The tent in his pants looked incredibly uncomfortable, and at one point he had unbuttoned it for some relief. The large wet patch on the front of his boxers, though, convinced you that he was indeed doing this for his own mercy, not yours.

He, once again, lowers the vibrator to your aching clit, sliding and circling it. He brings his other hand to dip two fingers into you, slipping them in easily due to the sopping wetness coming from your core. He pumped them in and out and that heavenly come-hither motion and your eyes nearly rolled back into your head. Stu's mouth on your chest had been replaced with his fingers as he moved his head up to give tender licks and sucks on your neck.

You're close. SO close. God, oh god you were closer than you'd been the entire day. You thighs begin twitching, and you moan their names over and over again, a hedonistic chant that had both men's ego swelling as much as their cocks. There. It was right there, holy shit, just a couple more seconds and you'd-

Billy pulls away with a chuckle and you shriek in despair.

No, no, no, no. No.

You were so close.

You were right there.

Tears pricked at your eyes, glistening and blurring your vision. You hear Billy's cruel chuckle harmonizing with Stu's giddy cackle, and you want to slam your head against a wall. You kick your legs a little, amusing Billy. This was agonizing.

"Not yet, slut." Billy sneers and finally your eyes release the fat droplets that had been gathering in them. They streak down your cheeks, and Billy gives a soft moan before reaching over and wiping them away.

"Fuck, you're so pretty when you cry." he groans, and brings up a hand to lick the salty wetness off his fingers.

"Hah! You're such a freak Billy!" Stu says with a playful grin as he detaches from your neck, fingers pausing their abuse of your chest. He sits up on his knees and moves next to Billy, slinging his arm over his and your boyfriend's shoulder, awaiting his next instructions.

"Shut up, Stu." is all Billy could retort with.

"Oooh good one, man. I'm so hur-" Stu's teasing was firmly cut off by Billy's hand grabbing at his shoulder and slamming him down onto the bed next to you.

"I said. Shut. Up." Billy bites out.

Stu's eyes widen as Billy abandons your quivering, crying form in favor of ripping down Stu's pants and boxers, large cock springing out and slapping against his stomach. Billy goes and begins to pump Stu as the taller man bites his lips and groans. He takes a moment to regard the blond, before his eyes slide to you, still dripping, shaking, and frustrated.

"You're going to watch me wreck him, baby. You're going to see me give him exactly what you're fucking begging for. " Billy growls out, his hand working at Stu faster and faster, smearing pre-cum all over his angry, red cock. Stu began arching his back, eyes screwed shut and getting louder and louder as your shared boyfriend worked him, stroking and twisting and flicking his wrist at a steadily increasing pace.

Billy bends forward to lave his tongue over the leaking tip of Stu's cock, and he makes eye contact with you all the while. You keen at that, rubbing your thighs together, clenching and unclenching around nothing. You wanted it so bad, needed it. Fuck your dignity. You began your desperate pleas.

"Oh, god. Billy, yes yes pleeease let Stu cum. Then let me cum, please, I need it so bad. I need your cock more than I need anything else, please!"

Billy seemed pleased at your begging, his lips stretching into a grin around the tongue that was currently lolling out of his mouth and pleasuring Stu. Stu turns his head over to you, eyes now open, face red and glistening. He gives you a dopey grin and you give it back. He mouths a 'thank you', probably for your begging for him cum in his stead, and you decide not to comment that the reason you did is so that Billy could move on from him and back to you.

With a hum, Billy works Stu impossibly fast, jacking him with vigor. His lips close around the head of Stu's cock and he gives a firm suck, and Stu's hands go to grip either the bedsheet or your hand as he gets ready to cum. You knew by the near-painful grip on your hand that he probably wanted nothing more than to grab Billy's head and shove himself all the way down his throat, but he knew better than to try and pull something like that.

You're about to say something about how hot this was, when Billy pulls his mouth away from Stu's pulsing member right as he begins to cum. He angles Stu's dick so that hot ribbons of cum paint over your abdomen instead of his, and you stare in shock as your stomach and chest are coated.

Billy deviously smirks at you, unceremoniously releasing the softening cock in his hands. Stu looks down in surprise at his mercifully bare stomach, and then over to your messy one, before sticking his tongue out and guffawing. God, this was humiliating.

Stu sits up and nudges Billy with his elbow, who glances at him with the same satisfied expression the other had.

"That was meeeean, man." Stu says, trying and failing to give you a sympathetic gaze. The twitching corners of his lips gave away his delight. Sadistic bastard.

"Yeah?" Billy cracks his neck and shrugs. "Well, I think our little cumdump is getting exactly what they deserved."

"True, true." Stu nods sagely, "It is what they were made for anyway."

You groan, and once again you feel wet heat pooling behind your eyes. You didn't want to cry again, you just wanted to cum. You knew what you had to do.

"Please. God, please please please let me cum! I've been so good for you guys today. I let you stuff me with cum. Went to work with it. Didn't let it all leak out, kept in so much. I let you tie me up and watched you. Please, I just want to cum. Just once. Fuck, I'm going crazy." you sob out. You'd say anything at this point.

"Huh." Billy states looking over at Stu "You hear that Stu? I think they want to cum."

Stu snickers, shrugging his shoulders with a smile.

Billy looks back at you, appreciating the view and your tears for another brief moment before he moves in between your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He slides his jeans and underwear down to his mid thigh, grabbing himself and slapping his length against your clit a couple of times before sliding his cock back and forth on your slit. You're so wet, and he's coated in your juices in absolutely no time. His cockhead nudges your engorged, throbbing nub, and you shudder and moan at the sensitivity. Stu lays back down next to you, lowering his head to your chest again and closing his head around a nipple, licking away at his own cum and beginning his clean up of your chest.

Billy bites his lips at the sight and leans forward, moving his lips next to your ear and his hand moves up to slide over the other side of your chest.

"You're right, you've been such a good slut for us today." he says, kissing your earlobe and positioning himself at your entrance. "Guess I can give you what you've been whining and bitching for."

That's the last thing Billy says before he slowly, finally, finally, slides into you. As he does this, Stu's hand moves itself down your body and begins rubbing and pinching at your clit. You throw your head back, closing your eyes in bliss, thank you's and god yes's pouring from your smiling lips. Your walls are sensitive, oh so sensitive, your inner clitoris swollen and singing deliciously at each pump.

Billy gives you exactly what you want, angling himself in a way that he knew drove you crazy, displaying how deeply his intimate knowledge of your body ran. His pace is rough and fast, and he swivels his hips every so often as he pulls out, driving you wild. Stu's hand speeds up and you arch your back because holy fuck was this heaven.

The teasing, the denial, the frustration and tears. All of it was worth it for this very moment. At first, you had cursed Billy patience. Now you thanked every possible deity you knew of that he had decided to work slowly towards this pay off.

Billy works your body, panting in exertion at the angles he was purposefully going for, but not letting up for a moment, dutifully driving into you for god knows how long. You couldn't keep track, but you knew it was awhile if the sweat collecting at his brow was any indication.

Stu's hand leaves your clit for a brief moment as he releases the nipple in his mouth and turns away, moving to grab something. Before you can whine at the loss of contact, you hear a click and vibrating sounds, and you nearly scream as he latches back onto your chest and brings the vibrator Billy had discarded onto your pulsing nub.

That was it. You didn't even last another minute afterwards. Your orgasm rips through you like a knife driving through flesh and serrating skin, and with a scream you cum. Your walls pulse and pull at the skin of Billy's cock and he screams an "Oh FUCK yeah!" throwing his head back and driving into you at an even more manic pace as you milk him. You feel him throb inside you and with a deep "AH!" he stills and cums inside of you, his hips pressing flush against yours and his brows furrowed in ecstasy.

You desperately grab at the vibrator Stu still had pressed onto you, trying to push it away as overstimulation set in and your teeth begin grinding together. When he doesn't move it away, you glance over at Stu, who had abandoned your chest in favor of pumping his own cock again. His mouth was split in a toothy grin and he practically growled before pushing Billy away from you roughly. Billy let him do so, too blissed out and tired to yell at Stu for it.

But instead of taking his place between your thighs, Stu swings his leg over your torso, planting his foot beside your shoulder as his other leg kneeled, canting his hips forwards as he strokes himself rapidly and desperately. His free hand shoots out and grabs your hair, pulling your head back as he angles his cock towards your mouth.

"Open." he practically snarls.

You do, and a few seconds later he begins shooting into your mouth. The salty taste of his cum invades your taste buds, and you close your eyes in bliss. You feel him lean forwards even more, and soon the head is resting on your tongue. Your lips close around it and you give a soft suckle, cleaning him off and releasing his cock with a soft pop from your mouth. He gives a soft groan at this, before releasing your hair and stroking it affectionately as you swallow all he had to offer.

Once he moves off of you, you all take a second to catch your breath. You turn your head towards Billy, who's eyes were closed, a stray t-shirt he must've pulled off the floor to wipe the sweat off his forehead gripped in his hand. He feels your stare and turns to you, eyes half-lidded, and a dopey smile on his face. It was cute, not an expression you're used to seeing on him.

On your other side, you feel Stu fiddle with the restraints on your wrist and release them. An aching feeling sets in your arms and shoulders and you hiss as you bring them down to lay limply next to you. They were gonna be sore as hell tomorrow, that's for sure.

Your bodies are jostled as Stu flops back down on his side and props his head up on his hand.

"Damn, you two look beat."

Billy shoots a glare at him before mumbling.

"Shut up. Fuckin' pillow princess."

Stu scoffs in mock disbelief.

"Hey I helped too! Not my fault you wanted to jack me off as punishment for them." he nods his head towards you.

"I also was the one who fucked them, dipshit. Try angling yourself the way I did for 30 minutes and then we'll talk."

You smirked, deciding to join in on teasing Stu.

"Billy's right. I suffered, he put in the work. All you did was get off-"

"Twice." Billy cut in.

"-and rub me a bit. You owe us both a massage." you say as you wince and grab at your shoulder.

Stu hung his head in defeat, knowing you two were right, before perking up and jumping off the bed.

"I got it! Hot bath? I rub you both down? Eh, eeeeeh?" he gestures. You laugh and Billy lets out a short snicker.

"Yeah. Sounds good."

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Snowballs and Ice Skates

Note: I chose the above image to show Peggy in cold weather gear, but it is obvious not what she’s wearing in the fic below. 

This story is a submission for @aerynwrites​ December Writing Challenge 2021. I chose: Day 2 - Frozen Lake || Cold hands, Scarves, and Snow.

Summary: Peggy and Nat go ice skating at a frozen pond on Avengers property. 

Tags: @blazestarninja13​

Snowballs an Ice Skates 

There were many skills Natasha Romanoff learned during her time in the Red Room. Skills that were taught for no other reason than to have an ace in hole if necessary.  Ice skating was not much of a stretch from ballet and it was a convenient skill to learn in the remote Russian country-side. Ironically, she had never needed it for a mission. However, today seemed to be as a good a day as any to surprise Peggy by showing off a little. Peggy could skate, but not like a professional.

When Peggy suggested they go skating at one of Tony’s sports arenas, Natasha demurred, preferring to skate on a frozen pond to some prefabricated, decorated setting. It didn’t take long or her to remember a pond in the back forty of the Avengers estate. She and Peggy had done enough exploring of the expansive property to know it well. Peggy was game, always one to jump at the prospect of adventure, even a frozen one.

“I’m definitely regretting the idea of hiking out here,” Peggy said, as they trudged through the snow. “Even with the top of the line Under Armour, my bits are starting to freeze.”

“We can’t have that,” Natasha called over her shoulder, a few steps ahead. “It’s not far. Just pull that Union Jack scarf a little tighter around your neck and that beanie back down over your ears.”

“Not the bits I was referring to, but okay,” adjusting her accessories.

A few minutes later, they reached the pond. The surrounding trees were bare of leaves and laced with snow. The tall grass of the meadow, was covered in a blanket of snow with stray frost encrusted blades sticking out.

“Beautiful isn’t,” the redhead said, as she took off her pack and began to extract thermoses and water bottles as well as protein bars and a small box of Underwest Donuts.

“All year round,” Peggy agreed, removing her pack and extracting two pairs of ice skates. “Something else if beautiful all year round. I mean someone else.”

“Wanda is definitely a perennial,” Natasha said, removing her gloves and tearing open a protein bar, handing one to Peggy.

“Pish Posh!” the brunette admonished. “I’m talking about you, Natasha. Blonde or natural red, short or long, curly or straight, you are always pretty to me. Those piercing green eyes and soft cheeks are bloody adorable.”

Stuffing the wrapper for the devoured protein bar in her pack, Nat kneeled down and packed snow into her already cold hands. It was a quick and before Peggy noticed, a snowball exploded against her chest. “That’ll teach to stop flattering me with verbal kisses. I prefer the physical kind.”

Peggy dodged behind a tree as Nat prepared another volley. The super soldier speedily created three snow balls and stayed in a crouch as she heard Nat rounding the tree. Snow impacted her beanie and showered into her eyes and on to her cheeks. The Widow was fast even with without enhanced reflexes. Peggy side armed a tight snowy projectile that hit Natasha’s hip as she sprinted out of view.

“That rear end is especially nice,” Peggy said, standing and giving chase. “Too bad it’s about to be pasted with stinging ice.”

“Captain Carter wouldn’t throw ice balls, would she?” Nat called, rounding the tree again and nailing Peggy in both thighs. “Kind of unsportsmanlike?”

The tall brunette made two more snowballs and finally decided standing still was not doing her any good. Dashing into the open, she sat the redhead near the edge of the pond. She rapid fired all three as her prey dashed back toward their gear. Peggy had anticipated this and led her shots accordingly. The first hit Natasha’s neck, which was protected by a high collar fleece and scarf. The second hit the bull’s eye of her cheek, delayed her forward progress. The third snow ball sailed clear and landed on the ground behind. As soon as she released the volley, Peggy was on the move and running toward her girlfriend. Nat was still wiping snow from her face when the well-muscled woman collided with her. Peggy was no linebacker wanting to sack a quarterback, so she took her lover to the ground as softly as she could.

“You just got sacked,” Peggy said, leaning over Nat, stray brown hair protruding from under her beanie.  “Fair and square.”

“I could have…s-sworn I heard… you say ‘pish posh’,” the redhead said, breathlessly. “You…are so old.”

“No argument there,” Peggy replied, leaning in to kiss her lover full on the lips. “But those rosy cheeks make you look as cute as a school girl.”

Natasha pulled the brunette in for another kiss. “Cradle robber.”

“Lolita,” Peggy breathed.

“This is definitely warming me up, but perhaps we should do what we came here for,” Nat proposed.

Peggy kissed Natasha again, long and hard, pressing her full self into the other woman. “Are you sure this isn’t what we came here for?”

Nat raised her eyebrows mischievously. “Maybe. But you remember what happed last time we got intimate out here?”

“How could I forget the Iron Intruder,” the Captain answered, wrinkling her brow at the memory.

“Let’s go skating, Peg,” Nat said, smiling and pecking a kiss on her lover’s chin.

Soon, two had brushed off, had a snack, and laced up their skates. Nat was the first one on the ice and glided in a wide arc with such grace that simply Peggy stared in admiration.

“Come on, Peggy,” Nat encouraged. “The ice is perfect.”

Peggy went out onto the ice, tentatively, getting her balance, and then skated toward her girlfriend. She watched as Natasha picked up speed and transitioned into a tight pirouette.

As Peggy got closer, she said: “Holy Smokes! That was amazing.”

“Nothing a little torturous Red Room training couldn’t produce,” Nat said, gliding up to Peggy and wrapping her arms around her waist. “Are you impressed, Cap?”

“I’m more than impressed, my little show off,” the brunette said. “Now, hold my hand and let’s skate like young lovers.”

Natasha kissed Peggy and pulled her close. “I’d like that. I believe that’s what we came here to do.”

“You’re absolutely right.”  

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Heart’s Possession - MichaelxAdamxfem!reader part 3

Adam and Reader grew up together and were high school sweethearts, after his death and learning about monsters, (Y/N) tries to move on but never forgets her first love. When ten years pass, what will happen when a familiar face appears?

I’m gonna be real with y’all. This is a self indulgence fic. I have more planned. I just have had this idea in my head for a minute. Bare with me. 

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Once leaving the bunker, Adam and (Y/N) managed to find then hotwire a car to drive to where Michael thought was safest. Leave it to Adam to find a convertible. It was dark, the moon lighting their way to nowhere.

As they drove down the highway, (Y/N)’s eyes were closed, feeling content for the first time in a while. She had been missing a piece of herself for so long but now he was back. 

“Michael says thank you by the way.” Adam’s voice brought her out of her thoughts. 

She looked over at him, “For what?” 

He glanced at her then back to the road, “It’s not every day that an angel has a panic attack.” 

She thought for a moment, “I guess I understood what he was going through.” Around that time they had gotten to a nearby town, parking outside a hotel. 

Adam put the car in park, turning to look at her, “What do you mean?” (Y/N) sighed, gnawing on the inside of her cheek.

“Babe?” He asked, sliding his hand over to cheek so she faced him, “Did something happen with your dad?” 

“You missed a lot to say the least.” She cleared her throat, “After the funeral, I wasn’t doing well in college and I was struggling mentally. My dad exploded at me one night and said... All the things he had been holding back apparently. That I was a failure, he never loved me, and he never wanted to see me again. My things that weren’t thrown in the lawn were burned; pictures, books, clothes,  stuffed animals. He disowned me. Took me out of his will. Sold everything and moved to Cabo.” She let out a deep breath and looked back at Adam. 

Adam was staring down at the center console, shock over his face, “I’m so sorry.” 

She chuckled, “I guess we’re all members of the bad dad club.” 

-

Using Angel-jedi mind tricks, Michael was able to get them one of the better rooms at the hotel for free. They would stay there until it was no longer safe. 

She came out of the bathroom after a shower, wearing a bathrobe that came with the room. She found Michael sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, deep in thought. He looked so lost, but how could he not be? His father who he had been with for a millennia abandoned him in Hell for hundreds of years and then he found out that he wasn’t the only Michael. God, or Chuck, as the Winchesters referred to him, made hundreds of different universes and hundreds of different Michaels. She couldn’t imagine that degree of betrayal. 

“Hey...” She smiled softly. Michael looked up from his lap and up at her. 

“How are you feeling?” She asked. 

“Not particularly well.” He rolled his shoulders, “But I’ve been better.” 

“I get it.” She sat down on the edge of the bed, “Why don’t you take a hot shower?” 

His head tilted slightly, “I do not need to bathe.”

“I guess.” She tucked her hair behind her ears, “But as a human experience, a hot shower relaxes the muscles, the steam clears out your nose, your throat. Just let the water pour down over you.” 

Michael thought for a moment and nodded to himself, “I suppose I could try.” He stood up from the chair and made his way into the bathroom. When the door closed, she sighed and laid back against the soft sheets. 

-

Adam opened the door to his house, smiling when he saw (Y/N) with a large box in her hand and an even bigger smile. 

“Happy Birthday, baby.” She sing songed, making her way inside. He took the box with one hand and pulled her close with the other, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips. 

“Thanks.” He whispered as he pulled away, “I’m glad you got here before-” 

“You ready, kid?” A deep voice called. They both turned to see Adam’s father, John Winchester making his way out of the kitchen. The man looked between the two and smiled. 

“Look at this lady killer over here.” He chuckled, patting Adam’s shoulder, “Now who’s this young lady?” 

“It’s (Y/N), Mr. Winchester. You met me last year. And the year before that. And the year before that.” She said awkwardly. 

“Oh.” He looked her up and down, “Did you do something different with your hair.” 

“No.” 

“Well, anyway.” John changed the subject, “I was just about to take Adam out to dinner for his birthday.” 

“That’s really not necessary.” Adam shook his head, “You already took me to the game. That was great, I had a good time.”  

Before John could contest, his phone began to ring. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID. It must have been someone important because he promptly said his goodbyes and was gone, not to be seen for another year. 

“Who was that do you think?” She asked. 

He rolled his eyes, “Probably his other family.” 

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The bathroom door opening brought her out of the memory. Michael stood in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist. A blush creeping onto her cheeks. She shouldn’t blush, she had seen it all before. But it almost felt like it was different. Michael wasn't Adam but was at the same time he was.

Michael and Adam were two sides of the same coin. There were differences of course but they had the same make up. They were both headstrong, passionate about the things they loved, a hell of a temper.

"Well?" She sat up, "How was it?"

Michael sighed, raising his eyebrows, "I must admit, our body does feel more relaxed. And I suppose I feel more relaxed as well."

"Maybe next time we can upgrade you to a tub. Light some candles, a bath bomb maybe." She chuckled.

He narrowed his eyes at her, "You wish to give me a bomb for the bath?"

Her eyes widened, "Oh! No, no, that's not what that is." She stood up, grabbing her phone and pulling up her Facebook. One of the many ads was a video for a bath bomb that turned the water rainbow colors.

She showed him the screen, "It's this. It's a chemical reaction with the water that makes it fizz. People put in calming scents like lavender and rose or they add chamomile for your skin. It's fun."

"Fun?" He took the phone from her hand, scrolling through the feed.

"Yeah." She smiled, "Maybe tomorrow we could go back to my town, do some shopping and pick some stuff up. Get some more clothes for you and Adam."

"I don't require more clothes. I just fix these ones." He said without looking up from the screen.

"I know." She shrugged, "But believe it or not, people notice when you're wearing the same clothes everyday. There could be bad days and when you look at the clothes you wore, it could remind you of it. But when you put on a new outfit, you're like a whole new person." Seeing he was still unsure, she added: “You don’t have to come out if you don’t want to.” 

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Soon (Y/N) had fallen asleep on the bed, Michael was still looking over the little device she had shown him. It was strange how much human technology had advanced since he had been trapped. With just the touch of a finger, the world was his oyster. He was able to learn about everything that had happened over the last decade in their world. Disaster, ruins, death. Yet this little rock kept spinning. The humans rebuilt and started anew.

Michael was brought back to the Face Book application where he looked through the pictures on the profile library. There wasn't anything recent on the page. Most of the logs were dated back to 2009 when Adam first died. There were pictures of Adam and (Y/N) together, celebrating birthdays, or just taking pictures together with their tongues out and holding up two fingers - the peace sign. 

“Man, I haven’t seen those pictures in a while.” Adam said over Michael’s shoulder. Michael glanced at Adam. 

“You two seem very happy.” 

“We were.” Adam sighed, watching as Michael went into (Y/N)’s friend’s list. It was short, probably because of her inactivity. There were some people from college, a few from high school, the inactive pages of Adam and his mother, then they came to her family including her father. Whether it was his or Adam’s, Michael felt rage.

“Look at that son of a bitch.” Adam sneered, looking at (Y/N) father on the beach with women young enough to be his daughter, “This is the same guy who helped us move in on our first day of college. Family sucks.” 

Michael tightened his jaw as he stared at the man, “We should kill him.” 

“As much as I want to, we can’t.” 

“You’re right. We should make him apologize to (Y/N) and then kill him.” 

“Trust me. I’m with you.” Adam walked away, looking out the window of the room, “But it wouldn’t be right.” 

Michael narrowed his eyes, “Right? And this-... This asshat completely abandons his daughter to create more pollution and waste and killing him isn’t right? This speck of insignificance is what I thought humans to be.” 

“Okay, maybe that wasn’t the right word.” Adam shoved his hands in his pockets, “I mean that we can’t just kill whoever we want to. We’re gonna live a normal life until we hear from Sam and Dean again.” 

Michael sighed in frustration, putting the device down on the desk on the other side of the room, “Fine.” 

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The next morning, Michael teleported them back to (Y/N)’s town and, after packing a bag of clothes, they traveled to the local shopping mall. 

Adam looked around the mall’s atrium, grinning from ear to ear. He was holding her hand tightly, swinging their hands playfully between the two of them like he used to. 

“I never thought I would miss going to the mall.” He said, “A bunch of these stores I’ve never seen before.” 

She smiled at him, “Wait till you see the Hot Topic.” 

“The goth store?” 

“You’re in for a culture shock.” She winked, pulling him towards a hallway lined with stores. 

After picking out a few things for Michael and Adam’s closet, they had agreed to get a snack in the food court. They were deciding between pretzels and cinnamon buns, Adam stopped in his tracks, jolting (Y/N) to a halt. 

“What is it-?” She then noticed that Michael had taken over and had stopped them in front of the Lush outlet. The archangel was staring intently into the store, his eyes darting over the colorful baskets and containers. 

“Do...Do you want to get a bath bomb?” She asked. Michael looked at her sharply, as if he had been pulled out of a trance.

“Yes.” She smiled at his curt answer, pulling him inside. Michael stood by her side, looking over her shoulder as she showed him around. She offered him round colorful bath bombs for him to smell and look over. 

“Here, this one’s for sleep.” (Y/N) held up a pink ball. 

Michael blinked at her, “I don’t sleep.” 

“Ever?” 

“Ever.” His reply only reminded her of a certain sparkly vampire. 

“Alright.” She set it back, looking around before grabbing another, “How about this one? It’s lemongrass scented and it looks like a cute little ghost.” She made a cartoonish ghost noise to his amusement. 

“K, how about this one? It’s got three kinds of lavender and chamomile oil.” She asked and, after not being met with opposition, put it in her little basket. After a few more minutes of looking, they left the store and went back on the road. 

-

Fortunately, with (Y/N)’s savings, a short vacation wouldn’t hurt too much, but it couldn’t last forever. She would have to figure out what to do soon but for now she was on a whirlwind road trip with Adam, getting back to normal.

Another day, another hotel. They spent the day in bed, watching movies and talking. As Adam scrolled through the list of movies they had planned so he could catch up with the world, she reached over and touched his cheek lightly with her fingertips. She knew every feature of his face, even if she couldn’t feel it. The scar on his temple from field hockey, the slope of his nose, the way his eyelashes fell against his cheeks, how his lips felt against hers, the way his eyes sparkled in the light. 

Looking at her out of the corner of his eye, he smiled and set the phone down on the nightstand, turning to face her. 

“My beautiful girl.” He whispered, taking her hand in his and kissing each of her knuckles. 

“Even all these years later?” She asked. (Y/N) was twenty-nine, her life was stressful and not her own. She had gray hairs from the ordeal that took his from her that no amount of hair dye would get rid of. She was older and wiser, her heart mending. 

“(Y/N)... I have been in love with you since fifth grade. Nothing’s gonna change that.” 

But things had changed. 

She gnawed on the inside of her cheek before replying, “What about... Michael?” 

“Well...” He thought for a moment, “It’s complicated.” 

“Your relationship is complicated or the situation itself is complicated.” She asked. 

“Babe, you don’t know what it was like down there. All we had was each other and I think... When I think about him, I have the same feelings for him that I have for you.” 

She sat up slightly, “You love Michael.” 

Adam was looking down at the blankets, probably listening to Michael talk, “No, no, it’s fine..... Michael, wait-” 

With a flash of blue in his eyes, the archangel appeared. He narrowed his eyes at her, his lips tight in disapproval. 

“You have no right to question him.” He said sternly, sliding off the bed and walking to the door. 

“I wasn’t questioning him! I just don’t understand how you can-” 

“How I can what?” He stopped, turning to look at her, “For a millennia I was a soldier, content with following my father’s every order because that’s what I was created for. I only began to question that loyalty when Adam and I were left in Hell to rot. And...” He rolled his shoulders, “I began to care about humans, like Adam... Like you. But perhaps I was mistaken.” The angel ripped his eyes from her, walked out the door and slammed it behind him. 

- 

Michael and Adam had been gone for a while, the thought of them abandoning her was terrifying to imagine. But it was a possibility. Michael was basically akin to a god, the God even. He was the most powerful person or being that she had ever been near. Hell, the sheer power of him was enough to make her shiver. He could take her out in the blink of an eye. She was insignificant to him. A hindrance. An annoyance. A speck of dust compared to the beings he knew. He had fought demons, leviathans, darkness, his own kind. 

Maybe she should just get out of their lives. They seemed to have plans and dreams that didn’t involve her. Hell, Michael would keep Adam safe, love him in a way that she never could. 

(Y/N) put her bag together and as she was about to walk out the door, there was a knocking from the other side. She stopped in her tracks, dropping her duffel. She had a dark feeling. Alone in a hotel room. 

Leaning up on her tiptoes, she spied out of the peephole, into the hall. There were two men standing outside the door. At first glance they appeared to be employees of the hotel. 

“Miss (Y/L/N)?” The bigger of the two called, “We got a complaint from your neighbors that the faucets were leaking, we’re just here to check yours.” 

“Our faucets are fine. Thank you.” She looked over them closely, noticing that their uniforms were ill-fitting and there appeared to be dark stains that were still wet. The pit in her stomach grew heavier and her mind was screaming at her to run. But where could she go? They were on the top floor and these men were blocking her only means of escape. 

“Well, we would still like to check.” The man insisted, then looked around the hallway, “Is... Is your husband with you?” His tone became more sinister. The lock on the door began turning slowly. She grabbed it, turning and holding it back to its locked position. 

“My husband will be back any minute!” She called, her voice rising. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying that they would go away. 

“Sweetheart.” The man said, his mouth pressed against the door, “He don’t scare us.” Suddenly, the door wasn’t behind her anymore, thrown down in the middle of the hallway. 

There the two men stood, staring down at her like she was their dinner. She scrambled to get away but was caught by the two men, who tugged her by her arms and sniffed at her hair. 

“She’s not a virgin.” The smaller one growled to the other. She struggled to get out of their grip, but the grip only tightened. Bruises forming under their fingertips. 

“No, but how many bitches these days are?” The larger man smiled, revealing sharp teeth, “Besides, she hasn’t gotten any action in quite some time.” The grip on her arms turned from pain to heat. Their hands glowing on her arms. She screamed as their hands burned at her arms, searing heat and flame causing smoke to rise from her skin. 

“Please!” She cried, “I don’t want to die!” 

“It’s nothing personal." She felt the sharp pain of nails stabbing into her charred skin, causing her to scream louder.

"Please!" She sobbed, crying out as they threw her to the ground of the hotel room. She looked at her arms, seeing charred marks on her arms, pain radiating heat. She looked up at the men in the room, seeing reptilian eyes where human ones once were.

"Please..." She begged, scrambling back until her back hit the sliding glass door that led to the balcony, "Please."

The two only came closer, descending like wolves.

She screamed out last time, hoping he was close: "MICHAEL!"

The creatures opened their mouths, orange flames building and ready to char her to a crisp. But that orange light was replaced with blur and their reptilian eyes glowed the same color. The creatures screamed, engulfed in light. She closed her eyes, waiting for that final darkness that never came.

Opening her eyes, she saw the two creatures on the floor dead, their eyes burned out of their sockets. Behind them stood Michael, the glow slowly leaving his eyes.

Her breathing was rapid as she got off the floor, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder.

Hesitantly, Michael held her close. His touching healing her arms as if nothing had happened. The relief from the pain only made her cry harder.

"I'm sorry." She whimpered, "I shouldn't," she swallowed thickly, "Shouldn't have said those things, it was stupid. I'm stupid."

The rigidness in his body subsided, Adam's hands rubbing her back softly, "It's alright. We got you." 

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[huenjin]

hold me down.

pairing – kim seungmin x reader | secretary!au

word count – 1634 words

ratings – 18+

genre – smut, includes grinding, creampie, slight overstimulation and dumbification (because i love it?), daddy kink, impregnation kink, size kink, bulge kink, office sex

"What are you doing, Y/N?" Seungmin's fingers tighten on the fake gold plated pen in his grip. "We're still in office."

"Yeah and," You push Seungmin back. The pen drops from his hand, falling onto the glass table and making a loud sound. His head falls against the soft rexine covered sofa in your office room. Your secretary, also your doting husband, groans as you climb on top of him, your leg swinging by the side as you sit on him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your pencil skirt rides up and Seungmin's eyes trail your legs. "I run the company and it's already late so–" You drag your index finger over his shirt covered broad chest.

"Baby," Seungmin stresses. He tilts his face to look up at the surveillance cameras in the room. "Cameras and I have to finish going through these paper by today so that my boss," he raises an eyebrow at you, "–doesn't think I'm slacking just because I'm married to her."

"Well, your boss thinks you'd be doing your work even better if you just really listened to what she needed right now."

With a flick of your fingers hooking under his shirt, you tug open his shirt, a single button popping off the material as a result and Seungmin smiles. You press your lips against his chest, and mumble, "So please, Daddy. Do me, else I'll cut your pay."

"What a bad employer," he clicks his tongue. How was Seungmin expected to work in such a situation when his beautiful wife is on top of him, asking of him to have you in your very office. Something about it seemed so scandalous to him that it excites him way more than it should normally have.

"Don't care." You grind on his growing cock, your arms tightening over his neck. Seungmin holds your hips down onto him, helping you rub against him. You moan, voice airy as you inform him, "I got off once in the washroom at the sight of you rolling your sleeves and carrying those boxes into my office."

"You did what now, beautiful?" Seungmin stills your body, holding you fixed on his bulged length that stands through his pants. His eyes darkens and he feels you whimper in his hold. Seungmin has always found this reversal of roles enticing. The fact that you are this powerful CEO of one of the largest cosmetic companies in the country and that you are this dominating woman on the streets, conquering the market one by one and yet here you are – small in his hold and all his to have.

It is how he seems to cover your entire being. You pride yourself in being an average height for a woman but with Seungmin by your side, you seemingly become small by his side. Seungmin has to look down to talk to you, to keep a conversation.

"I couldn't help, daddy," you gasp, trying to move against him in hopes but your husband's large hands hold on to you, strongly. Seungmin's hand trails up your inner leg, fingers hasty to push your panties to the side. His fingers graze your wet lips, dragging residues or your last orgasm and your present arousal all over.

You're so small that it's fucking hot to Seungmin.

He can't help but fantasise about you. All these years, a ring to seal the deal and still he can't stop lusting after his wife. Of how short you are compared to him. Of how Seungmin can easily tower over you, as you look up at him with those innocent doe eyes of yours in the bed definitely turns him on. Of how a person of your size can command an entire room at the very same time. Of how he can hold onto your whole breast with those large hands of his as you moan and mewl on top of him as you are bouncing on his cock, begging for more. All while he uses you for a cocksleeve as he hoists you up and down just by using his bare hands to lift you.

Seungmin wants to do the same right now – to fuck your tiny being and to breed you.

"Baby, you're slopping wet." Your hand grips on the open ends of his shirt, trying to chase after his fingers. Seungmin kisses the side of your lips. "Should I just fuck you raw and stupid? Teach my baby girl to let her daddy work in peace?"

"Please do, daddy. Please. Fuck me stupid. Fuck me dumb."

Your fingers hastily move down to unbuckle his pants. You stand up slightly for Seungmin to pull himself up for you to pull his pants down, along with his boxers; his cock springs out, hot and angry, vein throbbing on the underside. You hold it in your hand, pumping it slowly. Positioning it, you lift your hips to angle it as Seungmin pushes your panties to the side and slowly, you drop your body to allow his cock to push into you.

"Fuck, daddy, you're so big," you groan, barely being able to let words out with the feeling of being stretched out by his cock. Seungmin doesn't let you adjust today. His large hands hold your acetabulum as he pulls you up only to bring you down, his hips thrusting into you. He plunges into you and you gush all over his cock, coating almost all of his length with your arousal. Seungmin is barely in but he is already hitting your spot, hot tip brushing against it vicariously that your hand moves up to hold your breast, softly hitting it over your clothing.

Seungmin thrusts into you again and his hand moves glides against your skin to press against your belly. He laughs, huskily and airy as he watches you squeeze his length. "Feel that, baby? Do you like feeling so fucking full and stretched out around my cock stuffed into you? What a pretty slut to call mine."

Seungmin's hands moved upwards to grab your clothes breasts, kneading it in his grip as he lets go of your hips. You bounce on his cock and Seungmin stares in fascination at how your breasts do the same, even in captive, both by your bra and his hands.

Your arms wrap around his neck once again as your walls squeeze around his cock, bouncing at a rapid pace to meet your end. Moans and loud unperiodic screams leave your lips as his cock stretches you out. You whimper in his hold, already sensitive from your last self-inflicted orgasm.

Seungmin holds your hips again as soon as he knows you're close. Kissing your neck and biting into the skin to make you his, not that the platinum ring on your fingers were a sign enough of branding, Seungmin whispers by your ear, "Going to fuck and cum in you. Going to breed you and have you stuffed with my cum like the little slut you are. Daddy is going to have you so full of my cum that you're bound to get pregnant. I'll do that, baby. You're going to keep it all inside of you."

"What it it slips out?" You gasp out, getting turned on by the thought of having Seungmin's kids.

"Going to fuck it into you over and over again," Seungmin grunts.

He thrusts into you rapidly, hips hitting into you over and over again, squeezing him as you edge closer and closer. "I'm going to cum, oh my god. Daddy, I'm going to cum." His fingers brushes against your clit and you know at that minute that you have come undone.

"No," he says, firmly, as he fucks into you ruthlessly. "Hold it. You're cumming with me."

"I can't, let meㅡ" You cry but Seungmin squeezes your harder harder, warning you. "Daddy! Fuck, please!" Seungmin's cock is repeatedly hitting your spot, your vision blurry in pleasure and you feel like you are going to explode.

"I'm close too." Seunhmin finally says and he thirst upwards faster, sounds resonating in the office room of yours and you don't care if people were to walk in and watch their boss fuck her husband in her office. Fuck, you think that would be hot, in fact.

"Fuck!" He exclaims. "Going to fucking cum inside you. Going to stuff you with my cum till your tiny little belly bulges with all that cum." Seungmin kisses you. It's messy, teeth clashing and desperate for some intimate contact as you soon tug at his lower lip with your teeth before letting go of it.

You scream your husband's name out loud – pretty sure for voices to have reached the corridor. Your orgasm coats his dick that still thrusts into you, staining his pants and your dress.

"Oh, god," you breathe in for air heavily. "Fuck," you whimper, body shaking almost violently, the muscles of your stomach contracting. Seungmin does not stop as he continues to ravage your pussy.

"Stop." You gasp, holding onto his shoulder, nails digging into it. Seungmin doesn't listen and continues to fuck you through your orgasm. "Stop, please! Ah! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Fuck, fuck!" One thrust at an angle and Seungmin releases into you, a small orgasm ripping out from your body simultaneously at the minor overstimulation that takes over your body completely.

You weakly pull yourself up from his cock, pussy clenching at nothing once he is completely out, releasing the mixture of both yours and his orgasm. It slides down your thigh and Seungmin's eyes stares at it before he holds your hips.

In one fluid motion, he pins you down on the sofa, your head against a cushion. Kissing you, he mumbles, "Told you to keep it in. Have to fuck it all back in now."