#but at least this lad came out fine!

[ghost-t-cryptids]

My tablet absolutely hated working on this piece, but I finished it without her dying, so thats a win!

[sysig]

The most fun you can have, barring the pain and torture (Patreon)

[captainmera]

Was evelyn ever ALMOST caught by witch hunters?

I WROTE IT, BECAUSE DRAWING IT TAKES TOO LONG.

For some reason, I forgot I could just...... Write these little shorts with little illustrations alongside it, instead of drawing out the whole thing and it takes forever. So... here ya go! Two more little drawings beneath the cut with some text!

Roger growled through the gap amongst his ivory. He could not wrap his head around why his rival was standing there with bow and arrow, willing to.. What? Shoot him? For this woman. Barely a Christian woman, even. "What are you going to do?" Roger gestured at Caleb's homemade weaponry. "You're going to shoot me if I don't leave?" "Maybe." Caleb said, still not tensing the bow. "My brother's a real clever guy, he knows a lot about the body. Did you know that arterial bleeding is the most fatal?" "Uh-" "Looks the most accidental, too." Roger furrowed his brows. Caleb's brown eyes were void of warmth. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying I'm holding a bow. I'm saying I'm pretty good at using it. I'm saying I'm a woodsman, you're not. I'm saying that if I wanted to accidentally shoot you and hide your body, I could. And if you were discovered, it's an arrow in you, not an English pistol wound, or a knife. And nobody knows you were ever here." "...You're not serious." "You can always find out." "You're bluffing, I've never seen you use a bow and-" "Leave my property." Caleb repeated. "And if you are going to accuse my friend of witchcraft, you better have more than suggestive or spectral evidence." Roger glowered back, held his hands up in peace, and backed away. "Fine, I will." And left the way he came through the woods. Caleb waited until he couldn't see him any more, before locking the door and pulling the curtains. Roger had never liked Caleb, but before his rival took a break from witch hunting, Roger had at least had a competitors respect for the man. But respect turned to suspicion. Caleb had been acting strange for awhile... Glum and a lot more quiet. Then that woman showed up. And now the cove were against spectral evidences? Caleb had been the most frequent and outspoken about how witches found a lawful loophole by using supernatural means to get away with their crimes. As it was difficult to prove that a witch had tormented someone in their dreams, for example. And Roger agreed! Sure, Caleb was annoying, but they had both been amongst the best and the worst of hunters, being the same age only meant the two lads butted head to stay in their spot as head of a patrol. Being a witch hunter was a competitive sport, almost, it was hard to explain unless you participated. They were not friends, but Roger was sure if the roles had been reversed, Caleb would've been suspicious too and, honestly? Caleb would've tried to save Roger. It was just good sportsmanship. And this whole thing smelled wicked. Caleb turned to Evelyn. "Are you alright?" "I don't know.." She said and looked at her hands. Artemis had crawled out onto her shoulder to give her a comforting little spider hug. "My magic.. It didn't work." "What?" Caleb abandoned his bow by its place next to the backdoor. "It's not working?" "I don't- I was trying to make it work, he saw me. I'm sorry." Caleb lift her chin up. "Hey no, it's alright. Maybe.. You've just been here too long?" "No that's not it. I know it isn't." "Maybe you're ill?" She smiled up at the crease of worry on his forehead. He was trying to sound calm and proper, and she knew that tone of his. That rougher, almost demanding, serious tone. That tone he used with Philip and his friends when they were turning to him for leadership and give them orders - even if he was just as anxious as them.

His eyes flickered away, noticing that she had caught him spiralling with worries. He shook his head to get out of it and straightened his back. "Are you ill?" He repeated with a softer tone "No, I dont think so." "Not witch-ill, human-ill?" "No... I don't have any symptoms." "Hm.." Caleb thought back at when she had visited him at his job. "Oh, was it the sprig of dill tea?" Evelyn's eyes lit up. "Oh! Oh right that did taste awful!" Caleb couldn't help but break out into a soft scoff. "Well, good to know that folktale is true." "Huh?" "It's said sprig of dill keeps witches and evil away. That's why we drink it at the morrow' meeting." Evelyn's lips pressed into a line, feeling a little silly that she had so readily accepted tea from a bunch of woodsmen-slash-witch hunters. Of course they would be drinking things like that out of superstition.

"Right." She brushed her vest. Caleb snorted. "Stop it! I was afraid!" "Sorry, sorry. I'm sure it's only temporary." Evelyn looked at her hands. "You think so?" "Yeah. But.. Why don't you stay here, just in case, until it comes back. Yeah?" "Appreciated." "Of course." Evelyn swayed her skirt bashfully. "Caleb?" "Mh?" "Thank you." She pulled him in so she could plant a kiss on his cheek. "You've been my hero today." Caleb's limbs were full of pink and red butterflies. He laughed nervously and swatted his hand around in the air. "Oh! PFSH! O-Of course! I can't just- You're a maiden in distress! It's only the right thing-! Anytime, milady." And theatrically rolled his hand before bowing to her. And that got him in the right height for both of her hands to cup his face. "I think you deserve one more then." And kissed him on the side of his nose, his forehead, and when his smile spread his lips wide across his face, she kissed the dimple by his side. And that was enough. Caleb crumbled, and turned away from her with an incoherent sputtering of words. She smiled. Caleb put his face in his hands to cool, stroked them through his hair and coughed. "TEA?" He offered, gesturing at the stove. "Er- not, that tea, better tea." "Sure." And took a seat nearby him.

[mayearies]

✰ ASAP

a cat version of miles morales comes along and causes some stir. genre: fluff

warnings: a jealous miles i guess a/n: text might be fucked up sorry lads

1610 miles had been in the spider society for around two weeks now. after convincing miguel o'hara to finally loosen up a little. knowing of him being spiderman, he came home and told you about his adventures all the time. the loud rumbling and distortion of your world would be a reminder he's came to see you. this time, he brought a friend.

"baby, i'm home."

he snuck up behind you a kissed you on the lips, disrupting you cooking dinner. he can't come home and not give his lovely wife a kiss, no?

"how was work? anything exciting?" "uhh, well... it was eventful to say the least. i brought a friend."

a cat standing on its legs appeared around the corner. he looked exactly like miles. like, exactly. only that he was a cat. the jacket, the jordans, everything. it was the cutest thing you have ever seen.

"hello every-nyan!"

you instantly fell in love.

✰ for the next few hours, you babied this version of miles. he called himself 'meows morales' which only made you swoon over him more. you fed him the dinner you made, groomed him, played with him, did everything that someone who owns a cat would usually do.

✰ however, that also made your miles a little envious. i mean, yeah, it technically was him but it also wasn't. all the attention you gave him since he got home was a quick little peck on the lips. yet you give this version of miles all the attention in the world. it made him side eye the whole time.

you were watching a movie in your bedroom with MILES right beside you and, who would've thought, meows was laying in your lap asleep and purring as you stroked his fur lightly. your husband just looked at it with disgust and jealousy, "miles."

"hm?" "you've been staring for a while, you okay?" "oh, what? nah, i'm good. i'm.. fine."

your face molded into a playful smirk as he looked at you blankly. did he let it shine through too much? knowing you, this is something you would tease him about for the rest of the night. "y'know, ever since meows came here, you've been awfully quiet."

"what? pssh! no, i've just been thinking." "about?" "about us."

you pressed your lips into a line and looked unamused as he put his head on your shoulder, trying to sound sentimental. "if this is about me going to leave you for a cat version of yourself, ion wanna hear it."

he sucked on his teeth, sighing his head against the headboard. "come on! i just have a hunch-"

"no hunches. you know what you do when you have hunches." "okay but speaking realistically-" "there is no 'speaking realistically,' i'm not leaving you for meows morales!"

yeah, you had him all figured out. as always. he rested his head on your lap too, sighing in defeat. he bit his lip as he turned his head to look you in the eye. "you swear?"

"yes, miles. i swear i would never date a cat over you."

© mayeluvsu

[neymarsangel]

Pushover - Joao Felix x reader

Joao Felix x female!reader

Summary: The anger started when Joao overheard you and Mason discussing his relationship. The brunette tells you he hates you with every fibre of his being but a run-in with your ex during a match suggests something else. After another argument, he corners you in the bathrooms at the end-of-season awards to show you his true feelings.

Warnings: Cheating (ish), smut, unprotected (please wrap before you tap it), angst, swearing

Word Count: 5.3K

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To put it plainly, Joao Felix was a pushover and it wasn’t just you who saw it, the whole Chelsea team did. Everyone had heard the rumours about him and his girlfriend, she’d cheated on him multiple times and yet he still forgave her, again and again… and again. He wasn’t exactly hard to look at either so you really couldn’t work out why he didn’t just dump her, anyone who was cheated on deserved better, especially Joao. 

Working for Chelsea’s media team meant you saw hundreds of women come and go when it came to the lads, some you missed and others you didn’t. But even if you liked the girls or you didn’t, you always supported the boys. After all, they were like family to you, a dysfunctional one sure, but a family.  

“I still can’t see why he’s with her…” Mason flashed Joao girlfriends Instagram your way. The pair of you sat at lunch together, he was busy stalking whereas you were attempting to meet a deadline. Glancing over you caught sight of his phone screen. 

“I would say money but he’s fine in that department.” You replied, not caring about those around you who might pry an ear into your words. “Maybe he’s lonely.” Your eyes never left your laptop as you continued to work. 

“Considering he spends most of his time with us I think he’s fine there.” Mason spared you a glance. 

“Any of you ever spoken to him about it?” You asked, your eyes now looking at his phone. “Maybe that’ll sway his mind.” 

“Maybe you could talk to him.” 

“Why would I do that?” 

“Maybe he needs a new woman to catch his eye.” Your eyes met Mason’s as he sent you a suggestive glance. 

“I’d rather not.” Your eyes darted back to your laptop screen. 

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t date pushovers.” As you finished speaking a sudden slam on the table caught your and his attention. Joao was standing before you his face smoothed with rage as he slumped down into the chair opposite you. His eyes burned holes into your skin as he spoke. 

“What are you working on?” He asked as if he hadn’t heard your entire conversation with Mason. 

“Just a graphic for the game against Liverpool in a few days…” Your eyes were glued to his, you wanted to rip them away from his gaze but you were stuck like a deer in headlights. 

“Hmm… are you planning to meet your ex after the game?” You nearly choked on his words. 

You’d had what those would describe as a summer fling when he was at the England camp and you’d been asked to cover some work due to having minimal at Chelsea because of the summer break. It wasn’t a relationship, you wouldn’t even consider him an ex-boyfriend more just someone you used to sleep with. Only a few of the lads knew about it, Mason and Ben being the main two you’d told after you and Trent decided a relationship wasn’t in the cards for you. 

Your glared at Mason who was now trying to hide himself behind his phone screen. “Did you tell him?” 

“It may have slipped out… but it wasn’t just me! Ben was speaking about it too!”

You pulled your eyes away from Mason to focus back on Joao. “He isn’t my ex and my love life doesn’t concern you-”

“But mine concerns you.” He had a point. Could you really tell him he had no right to question you when you and Mason were spending your lunch discussing his love life? 

“If anything we’re looking out for you.”

“By implying that I’m a pushover?” 

“Her words, not mine!” Mason raised his hands in defence. 

“Well, you do keep going back to someone whose favourite hobby is to publicly cheat on you.” You stepped in. 

“At least someone wants me enough to be in a relationship, Trent clearly didn’t want you around.” 

“Your girlfriend cheats on you if that’s what ‘wanted’ means I’d rather be alone.” 

“She does have a point.” Mason looked between the two of you. “Look mate we just want the best for you -”

“You might be she doesn’t!” Joao looked at Mason as he spoke. “Ever since I joined she’s had it out for me!”

“That isn’t true!” You defended yourself, your tone turning sour. 

“My first game and you couldn’t stop talking shit about me!”

“You got sent off in your first match meaning you couldn’t play for weeks! This season has been shit for Chelsea and the man they thought would be their knight in shining armour embarrassed them all!” 

“We all make mistakes y/n, clearly you made one with Trent. Maybe if he wanted you, you wouldn’t be moping around with an ‘embarrassing team’.” He smirked at his words, something you couldn’t believe he even had the balls to do after looking at the state of his situation. Before you could even reply Joao grabbed the last of his lunch and stormed out of the lunch hall. 

“Well…” Mason watched as Joao left. “That went well.” 

“Why did you tell him about me and Trent?” Your brow arched as you spoke to the brunette. 

“Look I’m sorry y/n, it just came out during training. You know I like to give Trent a hard time when we play after what happened between the two of you, I know you liked him too.” Mason gave you a sympathetic look as you tore your gaze away from him. 

Mason had a point, part of you did wish it had worked out with Trent. Over the summer you’d spent every single day with one another and he treated you like you were his girlfriend. He showed you off to the guys and you’d even met his family but only days after the two of you had left the England summer camp he was pictured with another girl outside a club. Any hope you had of the two of you ever picking things back up was shattered the second you saw that photo. Mason and Ben were the only two who knew your feelings towards him but little did you know the two of them had let your true feelings slip to Joao. 

—

You found yourself nearly missing the team bus to Liverpool. You clambered on just in time only to find that the only free seat was next to Joao. Everyone’s eyes drifted to you as you awkwardly wished a seat would randomly become free but your prayers were left unanswered. 

“Do you want the window seat or the aisle seat?” The brunette spoke up, slicing through the tension. 

“I- I don’t mind-” The last thing you wanted to do was to capture more attention on yourself. 

“You can have the window.” Grabbing his phone and bag he stood up, towering over you as he let you slide in next to him. You didn’t need to meet his eyes to know he was staring as you slotted yourself into the window seat. You cleared your throat as you pulled out your laptop and started to work on something to distract yourself from the situation before you.

“What are you working on?” His question caught you off guard, after what happened a few days ago you never expected him to attempt to start a conversation with you. 

“Just some plain graphics for the game.” You turned your laptop screen to him. Joao moved his head to get a better look at your work. “I leave the background blank as the photographers send us pictures throughout the game that we can put there and the numbers where the score would be are always left blank as we obviously don’t know what the score will be.” You looked over at him, your heart jumping as you realised he was already looking at you. 

“Is that what you mainly do? Graphics?” 

“Partly, I’ve filmed videos for the social media accounts, interviewed, edited, written captions, tweets, and even detailed a few apologies for some of the lads before. It’s basically a bit of everything.” You gave him a light smile. 

“How long have you been working here?”

“Started stewarding when I was eighteen and then when I was twenty I finally got a chance to work full time with the media department so a few years now.” You were beyond confused as to why he was suddenly so curious about you. “Why do you ask?” 

He shrugged his shoulders. “Just thought if I have to be stuck with you for hours on end that I might as well start a conversation rather than give you the cold shoulder for the journey.” 

“I thought you hated me?”

“I could say the same about you.” He glanced over at you before pulling out his AirPods. “Convinced you wanted me to fail-”

“I wouldn’t say fail… more hated the way you dealt with things.” 

“Well, I hated the way you spoke about me.”

“That’s fair…” You looked up at him to be met with his smirking grin. 

“Want one?” Offering you one of his AirPods with his cocky grin you took one and thanked him. He started playing music as he watched you work. The coach was quiet the most you could hear was the occasional chat from the lads and the typing of a few colleague's laptops. “Do you ever stop?” Joao asked out of the blue?” 

“It’s hard to.” You spared a glance at him. “We don’t just post things we also have to monitor comments, unfortunately, a lot of football fans believe they have the right to abuse players and discriminate against other fans that aren’t like them. Not all fans are like that though, most of them really do care about you guys.”

“You can tell.” He smiled. “I’ve never heard so many chants about different players.”

“If you like it now then imagine what it’ll be like if you guys start winning.” You smirked at him which earnt you a laugh from him. Attempting to hide a yawn you finished your work before putting it back in your bag. 

“Is that why you were late?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Did you oversleep?”

“That amongst other things.”

“Like?” 

You knew he wanted to keep the conversation going so the pair of you didn’t descend into madness during the long journey. “My cat-”

“How can a cat make you late?” He shifted in his seat so he faced you, clearly intrigued by your story. 

“Well the last thing I do before I leave is feed my cat -”

“What’s your cat called?” He asked. 

“Frank.”

“After Lampard?” His face swelled with amusement. 

“When I moved out my best friend got sick of me complaining about how much I missed my cats that lived with my parents so she decided to get me Frank and because I work for Chelsea she named him after Lampard, fitting now he’s taken over as a caretaker manager.” 

“And how did he make you late?” His smile grew. 

“As I said, the last thing I do before leaving is feed him. I was in my uniform and I was putting his food into his bowl when he jumped up and the food went all over me and well… I’m not exactly coming in smelling like tuna.” Joao couldn’t help but laugh at your words, catching the attention of Mason who was attempting to hear what the two of you were discussing. 

“Well,” He shifted in his seat again before patting his shoulder. “My shoulders here if you want it.” 

“You’d shrug me off just as I fall asleep.” You narrowed your gaze at him. 

“I’m a prick but I’m not that bad.” A small smile fell on both your lips. 

“Fine.” You didn’t want to argue, not again. 

You knew you and Mason were in the wrong discussing his relationship but he was also in the wrong when he hit back at you with comments about you and Trent but you didn’t want to dwell on what happened any longer. You let your head fall on his shoulder, you felt Joao warm to your touch as you got comfortable. Mason couldn’t believe his eyes at what he was seeing, he couldn’t help but nudge Ben several times in the ribs to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.   

Before you knew it, Joao was gently nudging you awake and the gates to the Liverpool ground were now behind you. You thanked him one last time before handing his airpod back to him. You left him with the rest of the boys as you followed the rest of your media colleagues towards the dugouts and journalism area. Everything ran smoothly despite your horrific morning, Joao was in the starting eleven which gave you the green light to use him as the main poster boy to announce the team news although you would’ve definitely picked Reece James if he wasn’t so nice to you. 

In the Liverpool line-up was Trent but that didn’t surprise you. When the teams came out of the tunnel for the match Trent looked up to the journalism area. His eyes met yours and sent you a wink and a smirk, an expression that caught the attention of Joao. He knew how you felt towards Trent after the England Camp and he knew his expression was just a way to get to you after the press continued to pit Chelsea and Liverpool against one another after their horrific seasons. 

The first half had ended goalless, Chelsea had a few decent chances, especially Joao but he was yet to get the ball in the back of the net. Within ten minutes of the second half, you watched Joao say something to Trent which had clearly rilled the scouser up. Trent shoved Joao and he quickly retaliated, shoving him back and shouting back at the man in red. The referee quickly ran up to the two of them whilst their teammates pulled them apart. They both received a yellow card and the game resumed.

You watched Joao carefully, wanting to tell him to lay off Trent because knowing his luck he’ll end up getting another yellow which will lead to a red. As if he could read your mind Joao eyed as Trent was given the ball, without thinking Joao threw himself at the lad, studs up causing Trent to fall to the ground in pain. Joao got up and yelled something at him as he clutched his ankle in pain. He stormed off, he knew it would be straight red. Liverpool fans booed and screamed at the Chelsea boy. The travelling Chelsea fans couldn’t believe what they’d seen, two red cards and he hadn’t even played a full season. 

Joao stormed down the tunnel and threw the door of the changing rooms open before slumping down on the bench where his stuff lay. You excused yourself from the media spot before jogging down to the changing rooms after Joao. You opened the door to see him throwing his boots across the floor. His eyes met yours as you walked into the room. 

“Haven’t you got graphics to make? Posts to make about me getting a red -”

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what? Get a red or put that prick in his place?” He huffed before continuing. “I saw the way he looked at you when we came through the tunnel. He was being a prick, Mason told me -” 

“What did Mason tell you?” You snapped, your eyes glaring at the man. 

“He told me you liked him and he treated you like you were his girlfriend then after deciding he didn’t want you he ran off with another girl.” 

“I’ll kill him-”

“It’s not his fault, I asked what had happened. I shouldn’t have pressed him but I did.” 

“Well, maybe Mason should keep his mouth shut.” Your eyes were still fixed on his. “And you should too, what did you say to him?” 

“I didn’t say anything to him.”

“Don’t lie to me Joao, I saw you said something to him when you two got your first yellow cards.”

“It was nothing -”

“What did you say to him?” Your voice grew louder. “Joao-” 

“I told him I was glad he didn’t want you because if he stayed with you then I wouldn’t get to hear you moaning around me every night.” He looked proud yet embarrassed at his words. He knew it would rial Trent up but he also knew a cheap joke at your expense would also piss you off. 

“You’re not fucking serious.” 

“y/n I’m sorry I -”

“Look I know I was a dickhead to you a few days ago but I was still right, you are a pushover, you even let Trent push you around all because he looked at me?” You stepped closer to him. “How did you ever make it professional when someone who looks at me pisses you off?”

“He made you uncomfortable, I wasn’t going to let it slide.”

“If it made you that annoyed you couldn’ve dealt with it off the pitch. The fans don’t deserve this and neither do the rest of the lads, it’s not fair!” You took a deep breath. “Why the sudden need to be a hero? I don’t need you to fight for me and make up something that would never happen between us -”

“You know all I was trying to do was to be nice!” He stood up and walked over to you, his breath on your face and his voice raising in aggression. “Most people would thank me for what I did.” He looked down at you. “You really think that wouldn’t happen between us either?” He now smirked at you, his hand reaching up to tuck some hair behind your ear. “I could have you underneath me in a heartbeat.”

“I’d thank you if you didn’t get sent off or made some shitty cheap joke about me! And if you ever think I’d even go near you like that you are very much mistaken!” 

“Yeah, we’ll see.” He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. “I get it but you aren’t perfect too!”

“I never claimed to be!”

“You sure act it, judging everyone else's relationships but god forbid someone makes a comment about yours!���

“We were never in a relationship!”

“I can see why…” He snapped, turning his back towards you as he threw his shirt over his head and discarded his shirt. You might have wanted to slap him back down to earth but you couldn’t help but spare a glance at him. How his girlfriend cheated on him you’d never know, the man was gorgeous. 

—

Ever since yours and Joao’s dispute you’d hardly spoken to him unless you had to conduct an interview for Chelsea’s social media pages. Tonight was the end of the season awards and just like every single year you were attending. You made sure to match your dress to the exact shade of the Chelsea shirt. Your hair and make-up were done to perfection as you walked through the halls towards one of the lounges which was decorated with a million shades of blue and shades of silver and gold. Every year the hospitality team always outdone themselves and this year was no different. 

Mason greeted you with open arms and so did his family. Most of the boys bought their family or partners along however one player was completely on his own and that was Joao. He was sat on one of the tables opposite you, his eyes were fixed on you but his expression was hard to read. Was he pissed off? Was he apologetic? You weren’t sure but one thing was for certain, he wouldn’t look away. 

The night seemed to drag on, awards after awards were being dished out, some for credible achievements such as top goal scorer and others for more interesting achievements such as most pints downed after a win. You sat alongside Mason and his family when the awards ended. Music filled the lounge as everyone continued to socialise and drink the night away. You excused yourself from the table, getting sick of Joao watching you, you headed to the bathrooms to touch up your make-up but you didn’t realise someone was following you. 

“You look beautiful.” The familiar sound of Joao’s voice made you jump. He was leaning against the wall of the bathrooms, his eyes raking over your body. 

Joao regretted everything he’d said to you that day against Liverpool. The pair of you had spent many hours with one another in the media rooms, creating content for Chelsea and although you didn’t get off brilliantly due to his red card on his debut, he could tell you only wanted the best for everyone at the club, no matter if they were a player or simply cleaning staff. He’d come to his sense on the way to the Liverpool game that you were right about his relationship. Hearing your stories about your work and even your cat named after Frank made him think, perhaps that was the real reason why he went for Trent. 

“You know this is the women’s bathroom.” 

“I’m aware.” He pushed himself off the wall and walked over to you. “But my point still stands.”

“Thank you.” 

“Can we talk?”

“In the women’s bathroom?”

“No time like the present.” He smirked. You were still facing the mirror and Joao was standing behind you, looking at you through the mirror. “I’m sorry for what I did.” 

Huffing at his words you met his eyes briefly if the pair of you didn’t talk now the issue would never be resolved and if Joao wasn’t to sign permanently then you knew you’d never forgive yourself for the way the two of you ended things. “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have called you a pushover.”

“But, I’m not sorry for what I said and did to Trent.” His hands snaked around your waist as he spoke. “Or for what I said about you.”

“Which part?” You set your lipgloss down, doing your best to pretend that you couldn’t feel his breath on your neck and his touch on your hips. “The part about me having you.”

“In your dreams.” You tried to step away but that would only push you closer to him. His grip tightened on your hips whilst his lips ghosted your neck. “You have a girlfriend-”

“No, I don’t.” He kissed your neck bore he spun you around to face him. “Why did you think I turned up alone?” 

“Why?”

“Well… you may have been right besides… the ‘pushover’ has had someone else on his mind recently...”  

Joao didn’t hesitate, his lips met yours, one hand cupped your cheek whilst the other went down to your thigh, pushing your dress to the side and allowed his hand to travel along your skin. You hesitated for a second before kissing him back. You couldn’t lie to yourself that Joao was hot, he was beautiful and if this was the way the two of you would make up then well… it was worth getting into a fight with him. 

Your hands went to his hair, tugging on the strands as he allowed his hand to travel higher up your leg. “God you’re perfect.” His lips now travelled down your exposed neck, gently tugging on your skin as his grip on your leg tightened. 

“You ruined my lipgloss.” You pouted as Joao pulled back to smirk at you. 

“You’re lucky we’re in the stadium otherwise I would ruin more than your lipgloss.” His lips met yours once again. He tugged on your bottom lip, making you moan as he pulled the zip of your dress down. Jumping at the sudden gush of cold air against your back he smirked into the kiss before letting his warm hands trail down your back as he peeled the dress from your body. He let the front of it pool around your waist. 

Your hands moved from his hair to his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders before grabbing his tie and pulling him back into a kiss. He lightly moaned as your nails raked across his white shirt. Joao’s hands went to your bra, unclasping it within seconds. He pulled away from the kiss as his hands cupped your boobs. “We should’ve argued sooner.” 

Smiling at his words you watched as he took your nipple in his mouth whilst grabbing the other with his free hand. “Fuck…” You moaned, your legs parting so he could get closer to you. Your bliss was cut short when he moved away. His hands hooked themselves around the backs of your thighs. 

“Jump.” He instructed you. Without hesitation, you jumped into his arms and he placed you on the bathroom counter. “Good girl.” His hands went to his own shirt, undoing the buttons so your hands could now trace his skin. Your nails raked his skin as Joao let his hands run up to your underwear.

“You do know someone could walk in right?” You spoke with a heavy breath. 

“And?” He kissed you again. “Keep quiet and they won’t.”

“You don’t know that-”

“y/n… shut up and trust me.”

“Make me.” You teased but he didn’t need to be told twice. Joao moved your dress aside so he could see your underwear. Pushing your underwear aside he let his fingers tease your clit. The light touches sent butterflies through your stomach as Joao started to add pressure. Your head fell back at his movements. “Please…” You moaned as Joao watched you come undone around him. Leaving your clit he moved towards your entrance. Joao slowly pushed two fingers inside of you which earnt a sudden moan from you. 

“I was right…” He breathed out, his hand pulling your face to look at him whilst he quickened his pace. “Your moans are beautiful.” Whilst his fingers fucked you his thumb went to your clit and started to bring you closer to your high. 

“Fuck you.” You breathed out. 

“Think I’m the one doing that love.” 

You could feel his hard-on against your thigh which only made you wetter against his touch. Joao could feel you getting closer, your moans continued to grow louder as he quickened his pace. “You look so gorgeous about to come around me…”

“Please Joao… please…” You whined at his actions, your nails leaving red marks across his skin. 

“Please what?” He taunted. 

“Please let me come.” 

“Yeah?” His lips ghosted yours as he kept adding pressure. “Come for me then.” He pressed his lips back onto yours as you came. You moaned into the kiss, your grip on his skin leaving darker marks which you knew wouldn’t fade for a while. “Such a good girl for me.” He kissed you before moving his fingers to his mouth so he could taste you. He savoured the moment before he quickly unbuckled his belt and allowed his cock to spring out. 

He pumped his cock a few times whilst his free hand went to your face, his thumb traced across your bottom lip before he spoke. “As much as I want your mouth around me right now… I need to fuck you.” 

He let his thumb fall into your mouth as he lined himself up and slowly pushed himself inside of you. Your face scrunched up at his size slowly pushing inside of you. Joao cupped your face whilst his free hand gripped your hip. “Is it too much?” He asked. 

“No… just go slowly.”

Joao kissed you gently. “Of course my love.” Your heart fluttered at his nickname but that feeling soon spread to your stomach when you felt Joao pull out and thrust back inside. “You feel so good.” His head fell against yours, your lips ghosting one another as he repeated his actions. Feeling used to his size you allowed your leg to hook around his waist and pull him deeper into you. 

“Faster…” You moaned in his ear. He didn’t need to be told twice. Pulling out he quickly slammed his hips back into yours and started to move at a quicker pace. “Fuck Joao…”

“My name sounds so pretty falling from your lips…” He moaned in your ear as he continued going faster. The pair of you knew that if it wasn't for the music in the lounge then everyone would have heard you. His fingers go back down to your clit and he quickly started to apply pressure to the bud. Your hands gripped onto the back of his neck, pulling him into a moaning kiss as he continued to fuck you faster. 

Pulling away from the kiss Joao pulled out completely before pulling you off of the counter. With one last kiss on your lips, he spun you around so you were facing the mirror and bent you over. With a harsh smack to your ass, he quickly pulled your dress back up and around your hips before kicking your legs apart. Grabbing a fistful of your hair he forced you to look at yourself in the mirror. 

“He could never fuck you as good as I can… could he?” He was evidently referring to Trent but your mind was too clouded with pleasure to even care. Joao lined himself up again, slowly letting the lip tease you. He couldn’t suppress the moan that fell from his lips at your wetness leaking onto him, he was so close but he wanted you for as long as he could. “Could he?” He repeated again. 

“No…” You moaned out, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you again. 

“Who fucks you this good?” He quickly slammed himself inside of you again, tugging on your hair so that you were leaning closer to him. 

“You do…” You whispered. 

Joao pulled out before slamming back in. “I can’t hear you…” He taunted you with his slow movements. 

“You do Joao fuck!” You screamed as he started to fuck you again. His pace quickened as he pulled you against his chest, fucking you as faster. His hands reached around to play with your clit which only added to your pleasure. You started to grind back onto his cock as he slammed back inside of you. You could feel him stiffen inside of you which indicated he was close. 

“Joao I’m gonna come…” You let your head fall as you felt your stomach tighten. 

“Yeah? Come then baby… come all over my cock…” 

You couldn’t hold back for much longer, you felt your high wash over you and that was all you needed for Joao to finish inside of you. He pulled you closer to him as he finished, his groans filling your ear as the two of you slowly came down from your high. 

“So good for me.” He kissed your head as he slowly pulled out. He quickly got himself cleaned up before he helped you back into your clothes so you looked presentable to head back out to the party. “Beautiful.” He kissed your lips one last time. “I’ll head back out now, wait for a second and then follow me out. Just in case.” He turned on his heel but you called out to him before he left. 

“Joao?” He turned to meet your gaze. “Who was the other person on your mind?” 

He smiled at your words before replying. “Turn around and you’ll see her.” 

If you turned around you’d be met with a mirror, and you were the only one in the bathroom. 

[burnthoneydrops]

Could you do a fluff Jamie Tartt imagine where the reader takes care of a drunk Jamie who forgets that they've been dating for months and thinks they're back in their crush phase after they and the boys went out celebrating a win?

Drunk in the Back of the Car (j.t. x fem!reader)

pairing: jamie tartt x fem!reader

word count: 654

warnings: language, alcohol

a/n: here you go love! i hope you like it and requests continue to be open!! (also first time writing for jamie so pls be kind lol)

The early 2000’s pop music blasting through the speakers was about to make your brain explode. The boys were celebrating a great victory in their match earlier that day and had all decided to crash this club that Colin had found. The flashing lights and sticky floors were slightly off-putting but the boys just wanted to celebrate and Jamie had insisted you came along too. Keeley and Roy were somewhere, probably at a table stuffed in a corner as Roy hated anyone spotting him. Isaac immediately bought a round of drinks upon entry and thus started the flow of alcohol. You were just glad that you and Jamie had agreed that you would drive home so he could properly celebrate. 

Speaking of your boyfriend, he was nowhere to be seen. A group of you had been gathered in front of the bar, chatting and drinking and dancing- though somewhat badly- and then as the night aged on and people found different things that piqued their interests, the group dispersed into smaller groups across the club. You were clumped together with Colin and Sam, chatting about the opposing team from the earlier match, while Colin interspersed some lyrics from the rap songs that were playing overhead. While laughing at Colin doing this weird dance while rapping, you felt a tap on your shoulder. 

“Your boyfriend is smashed,” Roy commented as he held Jamie under his arms. He was clearly having a hard time standing on his own and it seemed like Roy had dragged him from wherever they were previously stationed. 

“I’m fine grandad,” Jamie retorted, though slurred and he clearly had to put a lot of thought into the short sentence. 

“I’ll take him,” you smiled at Roy, silently thanking him for making sure Jamie got back to you. He nodded and passed Jamie over to you before he walked off, probably going back to find Keeley again. You grabbed one of Jamie’s arms and threw it over your shoulders, leaning his weight into you. “Looks like I’d better get this one home. Enjoy the rest of your night lads”. Sam and Colin say their goodbyes before going to find the other boys. 

“Woah, you better be careful there. I’ve got a girlfriend and I don’t think she’d like you touching me like this,” Jamie tries to stand up straighter to get away from you, but almost immediately tips back over. 

“I am your girlfriend,” you laugh. 

“No way,” Jamie says quietly, in an ‘I can’t believe it’ type of way. 

“Come on Jams, let’s get you home”. 

Despite the copious amounts of effort it took to get Jamie through your front door- which included him almost throwing up in the back seat of your car- you finally got him in bed in a semi-comfortable position. Once you were sure he wasn’t going to throw up in the bed, at least long enough for you to get ready for bed, you headed to the bathroom to take your makeup off and change out of your clubbing outfit. 

“Y/N?” You heard Jamie call from the bed. 

“Yes love?” you question, sticking your head out of the bathroom doorway. 

“How’d you get into my house?” 

“I have a key Jams,” you laugh. 

“Did I give you that?” He tilts his head. 

“How sloshed did you get Jamie?” You move closer to him, sitting down next to him on the bed. 

“Oh my god I’ve got Y/N in my bed,” he whispers more to himself. 

“I’ve been sharing a bed with you for the past two months, love,” you remind him, moving his hair away from his sticky forehead. 

“Holy shit, no way,” he mutters before passing out again. You laugh at his antics and go back to the bathroom, finishing your nighttime routine before grabbing some water and aspirin for the morning. You were so going to make fun of him tomorrow for this.

[ornii]

Do you still do requests?

Can you please do Wednesday Addams X reader who has abilities, powers, and a backstory similar to John Constantine? Thank you.

Black Rum

A little short and sweet.

Nevermore really didn’t change much after the attack, and overall some things never truly did change. But what did was the relationship between (Y/n) and Wednesday, she was cold and standoffish towards him in the beginning. Slowly he melted her icy demeanor and made himself home in her heart. Whether she wanted to admit it or not; she loved him. While continuing their studies, the two participate in… extracurricular activities together.

(Y/n) stood in an old Church, dark magic swirling around him as a magic pentagram was drawn around him. He stood calmly in the tornado of darkness as from that black mist, a demon made purely of shadows reaches out, calling his name with his ethereal voice. “(Y/n)… your soul, is mine…” the ethereal voice called out to him, its arm elongated and askew of humanity. Its bony fingers ready to tear his soul apart.

“Any time now love..” he grumbled, ready for a fight to the death. Standing upon the scaffolding of the interior. Wednesday drew an arrow, dipped in Silver. Her eye focused on the demon, ready to reveal itself. Its body began to open up like a cage of bones, darkness emitting like smoke. What was there was a black heart, beating so callously.

“Dammit Wednesday..” was his final thoughts, until the arrow let loose. It flew though the air and it struck true. Nailing the monster right in the heart, Wednesday began to descend the scaffolding, the beast reels in pain. Screaming as the silver sears his heart and thematically seals him to this world temporarily. The monster collapsed down, writhing in pain. (Y/n) sighs with relief, as the monster spirals in pain. Wednesday stands next to (Y/n) as they look over the monsters body.

“I..I will have my revenge!” It calls out, (Y/n) raises his hand.

“Sure lad, you try that, back to where you came from.” He said, the monster growls.

“W-wait! Fine, perhaps we can, strike a bargain?” He said.. (Y/n) scoffs and shook his head.

“Heard that Wednesday?” He said.

“A god begging for mercy.. pitiful.” She said, the demon reaches out but (Y/n) raised his hands to seal his spell.

“Attiuaiasis Qutendo Beneesta Sulpus Accuule!” He chanted, the spell holding the demon in this world was shattered. And once more he was dragged back to the pits of hell. The two stand there and (Y/n) kicks some of the salt, breaking the spell circle and putting an end to it all. Their peace was interrupted by a priest slowly opening the door, he peers in to see the two standing there. (Y/n) casually motions the priest to follow, the middle aged man looked around to see books everywhere, paper, and the unnerving sense of evil.

“Alright Bishop, your Church is free of the vicar curse.” He said, The priest blesses them.

“May god bless you both a thousand times over. We had no way to deal with this dark energy alone.” He explains, and Wednesday wasn’t the one for chit chat.

“We take our payment in cash and check.” She said flatly. (Y/n) glares at her, before the priest nods and hands them said check.

“Of course, like the Bible says; ‘You shall not muzzle an ox when it treads out the grain,’ and, ‘The laborer deserves his wages.’” He said, Wednesday takes it and departs, (Y/n) sighs and shakes the priests hand.

“If you require any other services or know anyone who does, give us a ring.” He said and catches up to Wednesday. She looks at the check but it’s suddenly pulled away from her and flies back, she watches it fall into the hand of (Y/n). The two begin to walk together along a barren plain like trail.

“You could at least say goodbye to the old man.” He says.

“Why?”

“Because we’re in Kansas and I highly doubt we’ll come back. Plus clientele.”

“I don’t see the point of pleasantries, we came to do a job, simple as that.” She says, (Y/n) shakes his head and they reach a building, but they didn’t need the building just the wall. Reaching into his pocket the reveals chalk, he draws a door on it.

“Point is love, we want this “Black Rum: Occult Detectives” thing to work out, we have to actually be like able.. well I have to be. You just be cute dark and broody.” He said, he then turns to the chalk drawing and spoke. “Ecrumis Queeyela Various.” He then blangs on the wall and it crumbled and behind the chalk outline was a door. (Y/n) walks on as Wednesday grumbles “I’m not Broody.” She said, they walk in and suddenly appear back at Nevermores Quad, (Y/n) closes the door and it crumbed to dust.

“So, why don’t we cash this in and ..Spend some quality time together?” He said raising an eyebrow.

“Fine, I suppose your company wouldn’t be an entire bore.” She walks off as the Magician follows. Chucking to himself.

[lulahwrites]

Slow Down

Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader (smut)

Summary: Remus has a low body count and is set up with the reader by Sirius to fix this issue. It's pretty unrealistic but it's cute so let's not talk about it.

Warnings: Smut (that is also very sweet,) NSFT, reader being sexually experienced is a major plot point, Fem!reader, P in V sex, Unprotected sex.

Word count: 2.3k

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Remus Lupin was clearly a guy with many issues. Even if you didn't know him that well, you at least knew that about him. After graduating Hogwarts, he really didn't expect being inexperienced sexually to be his biggest issue. Clearly, to Sirius, it was a way more pressing matter than the approaching full moon.

'I just think it'd do you some good.' Sirius said firmly.

'I'm fine as it is,' Remus told his friend, laughing humorously.

'Well, I have (l/n)'s number, if you're interested.' Sirius smirked cockily.

He stopped when he heard that, breath hitching at the mere thought of you. '(y/n) (l/n)?' Remus asked, trying hard not to sound too desperate. He failed miserably as Sirius' grin became wider upon hearing his voice crack.

'Yeah, you want me to call her? I'm sure she'd sort you out pretty well.' Wiggling his eyebrows causing Remus to sigh at him.

'Yeah sure,' trying to calm himself down. 'See if she's interested.' He nodded.

His smug friend now cockier than ever, 'of course, I thought you might have said that.'

The air in the room felt a bit thicker at that point, suddenly he was strangely aware of his arms, not too sure what to do with them.

‘Next Monday, 7, be ready mate. I told her your address.’ Sirius finalised it.

Monday came fast approaching, you readied yourself, packed a little overnight bag just in case. You weren’t really sure what you were expecting when Sirius called you, getting to sleep with Remus Lupin wasn’t really the first thought that popped into your head though.

You knocked on the door and waited for a sec and Remus came to the door.

‘Hi,’ he said breathlessly.

‘Hi.’

He kind of just looked at you for a minute, a look you couldn’t quite place.

‘Maybe I could come in?’ You questioned.

‘Yeah yeah, of course. Sorry.’ His cheeks got a bit red at this.

You just smiled and walked into his small house as he opened the door further.

‘You fancy a tea?’

‘Oh no, that’s alright, I should be ok.’

He stuck the kettle on for himself and turned the TV on.

‘Haven’t seen you in ages, you been ok?’ He asked.

‘Yeah, I’ve been ok I guess, looking for work. Been living with Marlene for a while. What about you?’

‘Not too bad, been shacked up here for a bit now, seeing the lads a lot.’

Small talk wasn’t usually part of your exchanges and when it was, it was never delivered with the care that Remus Lupin delivered it in. He was always quite kind, you never really spoke much but he always seemed to be a source of good book recommendations. Maybe you should have payed more attention to him.

It was the first time you really looked at him properly too, his eyes were hazel and his lips were thin but not too thin. His hair was slightly covering his eyes and his nose had a slight bump to it with scratches across it. They were never hard to miss but you always thought he suited them.

You didn’t really know how to handle the whole someone actually giving a shit about your well-being situation. Especially from someone you didn’t know so well so you decided to just kick things off. Thinking about the idea of possibly having to be the assertive one.

He was caught off guard by this. The sudden movement that caused you to be now on top of him, knees on either side of his legs. Quickly brushing your noses together, you’d pulled him into a a very deep kiss. Just wanting to be in an out, the kiss was a bit rushed.

‘Do you just want to go to your bedroom or are we staying here?’

Still in a bit of daze it took him a second to really understand what just happened. He snapped out of it and lead you upstairs holding your hand.

Still holding your hand he lead you to four-poster bed, standing to the side of it. He’d looked you in the eyes for a second then pulled a hand up to hold your face. You were just looking at him again, not entirely sure what he was thinking or what to do under his gaze.

Slowly, he leaned in, bringing the other hand to your hip and kissed you. He set a different pace, he kept it soft and slow but you were trying to up the anti and make it faster. It was just another hook up.

He wasn’t budging though, he was taking his time. His hand slowly moving to the back your head so he could get a better grasp of you, pulling gently at the roots of your hair. His other hand moving to the small of your back, pulling you in even closer.

You’d decided to push him down to the bed, breaking the kiss. At a quick, more desperate pace you kiss down his neck. He indulged you for a second but when you sat up to undo his belt, a calloused hand reached for your less stable one. Before you could get it undone he’d placed his hand very gently to stop you.

‘What is it? What’s wrong?’ You asked, confused.

‘We can slow down you know? I’m not going anywhere.’ He told you, he was also confused, he didn’t understand why everything was so quick.

‘I’ve never really done slow before,’ you looked at him, feeling a bit shy now.

‘Like I said, I’ve got all the time in the world, I can teach you.’

You just nodded at that, the words not being able to find their way out of your mouth. Legs still on either side of him he sat up. Face-to-face again, he stared into your eyes and placed his hands back to where they were before you’d push him down. At a loss as to what to do with your own limbs, you just played with the buttons on his shirt, unable to match where he was looking.

With that, he used the hand that he had in your hair to guide you head up, giving him access to your neck. He left a kiss just on the pulse point below your ear and then kissed a small path to your cleavage, guiding his hand down your arm. Pricking goose bumps as he did so.

When he’d finished kissing your chest, you looked back down at him. You’d matched his pace now, bringing your hands up to cradle his face. He smiled at this, lightly kissing you on the cheek. It was barely there. Gently this time, your noses connected and rubbed together smiling as they did so.

You brought him into a kiss. There wasn’t any grabbing, or biting, nothing rough. Just lips dancing together in a very soft manner. He pulled away, looked at you and gave your t-shirt a small tug.

‘Can I take this off for you, please?’ You smiled and nodded. You mimicked him and pulled at a button on his shirt, he hesitated for a moment but allowed it. You looked down at it as you undid each button, one at a time. You’d normally just rip a shirt like this off.

His shirt was off and you’d been presented with look of more scars on his body. For the first time, it was Remus who was the one who couldn’t meet your eye. Sensing his discomfort, you traced them with a touched that skimmed his raised skin and gave him a kiss on the shoulder.

He looked back and smiled pitifully. From there, you’d went down his shoulder and kissed up his neck to his jaw. You could hear his breath catch. You navigated back to his lips and met him in an intense kiss that still held his same slowed down manner.

Caressing up your back, he wrapped his arms around your legs and place you on the bed. Him hovering above you. You smiled into the kiss and he broke it to find his way down the path he had defined for himself just before that. Following his way down kissing every inch he could get to with in a straight line he stopped at the top of your pants. Giving each hip bone a kiss, he looked back up.

‘Can I?’

You just nodded, almost choking on your own breath. With ease he slipped them off, now standing. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to him. Thumbs tracing a circular pattern on then when he placed you to his liking.

He then dropped his knees and pushed your legs up so the bent for him. From this position, he placed small kisses on one thigh, presenting you with the same circular drawings on the other one. He kissed it at a pace that could only be described as painstaking and torturous.

When he felt that thigh had enough, he switched to the other, ensuring the the tip of his nose brushed your covered clit as he switched. He heard your breathing get shallower so with a squeeze of the thigh he just payed attention to he gave the other a small bite. Not painful, just to let you know he was there. As nice as it was of him, he didn’t need to do that, you were very aware of his presence.

Working his way up, he tugged on your underwear and pulled them off. Agonisingly slow. Leaving a feather light kiss on your pulsing clit. Remus made sex into an art form. He wasn't fucking for pleasure, he was doing it for intimacy.

Still as gentle as ever, small licks were felt on the swollen bud between your legs, teasing once again. You couldn't take it. Needing more pressure, more of his touch. You wrapped your legs around him to pull him in closer. You weren't met with what you needed, instead a hum.

He was laughing at you. He got you all worked up, decided he wouldn't give you what you wanted and then laughed about it. There wasn't anything you could do really. His amused hum only elicited a pathetic whimper. You'd say it was cruel but if anything it was adding to the pleasure of having him between your legs. You'd keep him there all day if you could.

Your desperation hung around the room, it clung to the walls. Sensing this, Remus decided to indulge you further. He was almost insatiable. Head between your legs, you couldn't even tell what he was doing. Your head felt like it was buzzing.

This all came to a crashing halt as he moved away and looked up at you very proud of himself. You just looked at him. Still in a pleasured daze. You couldn't even ask why he stopped.

'You ok, love?'

'Mhm.' It was quite pitiful, not being able to even round up the syllables to answer his question properly.

He stood back up, his cock hard and covered by his jeans. You sat up and reached for them, wanting to repay the favour. He stopped you and shook his head.

'I don't think I could take that right now,' his cheeks warming as he spoke.

He pulled you in for another kiss, laying you on the bed. Hovering over you again. You'd spend the next 10 minutes kissing, hands whispering over each other's skin. Sometimes, stopping and giggling where things were awkward or one of you wasn't sure what to do. Laughing especially hard together when Remus tripped over his pant leg when taking his jeans off. He was fervent in the way he kissed you but delicate in the way he touched you.

'You think you're ready to start?' Both of you very bashful after you asked this. He nodded, pulled off his boxers then you pulled back the covers and laid next to each other.

You both leaned on your sides to kiss before the deed was done. He rolled over to be on top a final time. He finally gave you a kiss on the forehead as entered slowly, looking into your eyes.

'Tell me if you want me to stop.' He whispered.

'I'm sure I won't need to but thank you,' eyes lulling shut as you felt him get deeper. His head then resting where your neck and shoulder meets. Low and heavy breaths being pulled out of him. Your body arching as his thrust got deeper and harder.

He was restless, his hands grabbing at anything he could, there was not a part of you that didn't get to know Remus Lupin that night. It was almost too much for you especially when his hand worked down your body to have a firm grasp of your thigh.

The night was hot and the kisses you shared as he pulled you closer were sickly sweet. He was desperate to keep this going for as long as possible, worshipping you in bed as long as he could. As if it was the only way he could have you. As if you weren't at his beck and call after a night like this.

His thrusts became slower but more urgent as he was growing closer. Your sobs from the overwhelming sensation in your stomach being met with groans of of delight. As you came he softly brushed your hair and slowed his thrusts to accommodate for your over stimulated state.

His thrusts stalled and then stopped completely. Resting for a second, breaths heavy and foreheads pushed together. He got out of bed, helped clean you up with a towel and then presented you with some underwear and a t shirt.

You turned to the side and he crawled in next to you, pulling you close to him and gave you a kiss on the shoulder.

'I hope it was ok, I don't do this very often,' he told you nervously.

'You couldn't tell.'

'I'm not joking.'

'Neither am I.'

He smiled at this, holding you close. Both of you silent and content.

'Oh shit, my tea!'

[thetarttfuldickhead]

It’s a little unclear, in the end, how the conversation gets there, because all in all the Richmond dressing room isn’t the site of that many sex jokes, not since Colin came out and no longer feels the need to make them. But they’re still lads, yeah, and young, mostly, so the jokes still happen, even if it’s just gentle ribbing, and silliness.

So: somehow, one morning halfway into Roy’s first year as head coach, the topic turns to sex, of the rougher variety. Roy’s only listening with half an ear, he’s busy sketching out the new trick plays Nate’s dreamed up on the whiteboard, and he doesn’t really catch the build-up, but when Jamie’s name is mentioned his ears perk up without him even really noticing. It’s become instinct at that point, keeping track of Jamie (even as Roy does his best to give all his players at least some semblance of equal attention).

“We know that Jamie likes it rough, though,” Zorro says, and the rest of the group oh:s and ah:s either knowingly or in surprised glee.

“Eh?” Jamie sounds startled by the assertion, but not particularly put off. (He never really is, as long as he gets attention, Roy thinks with an internal scoff that’s far fonder than he’d ever admit to.) “What makes you say that?”

“You told us!”

Out of the corner of his eye, Roy can see Jamie shake his head. “I don’t know what you’re on about, mate.” Still not bothered, but clearly not understanding what Zorro is getting at either.

Isaac throws him a disbelieving glance. “You don’t remember, bruv? It was when you first came here, before you started going out with Keeley.”

“Yeah,” Colin interjects, “You’d only been here for about two weeks, I think, but you came into training with these marks and bruises, and it turned out you’d hooked up with a girl the night before, but you hadn’t known she was a professional dominatrix before you got to her place.”

Hoots and titters at that, delighted and amused but not unkind.

“Exactly,” Zorro says. “And you told us you’d just gone with it because you have to try everything at least once, and it hadn’t been bad.”

Ah. Roy remembers now. He’d already been absolutely fed-up with Jamie’s attitude, the arrogance and selfishness and incessant need to put others down, and the striker’s total lack of shame and casual smugness about the marks had rubbed Roy entirely the wrong way. Not because people should be ashamed for liking that sort of stuff, of course (Roy wasn’t), but there was such a thing as common decency and unspoken rules about not parading around the dressing room like you were in a fucking porno or some shit and—

If Roy was honest about it, he’d mostly been pissed because it was Jamie, and everything Jaime did pissed him off back then (though, to be fair, most of what Jamie did back then was fucking shitty, so it’s not like Roy was wrong to be pissed. Most of the time).

“Oh.” Jamie’s voice is soft, suddenly. Small, in a way that has alarm bells going off like air raid sirens in Roy’s head. “Yeah. Um.”

The realisation hits Roy a second before it does the rest of the team, and his ears are already filling with a terrible ringing as the room falls silent behind him. He can feel himself grow rigid with rage, and with cold, curdling shame.

“Shit, man,” Isaac says eventually.

“Jamie, I’m so sorry.” It’s odd, the way Colin’s earnest, unhappy voice seems to be coming from so very far away.

“What?” Zorro, still not getting it, and then he does, and Roy, at a great distance, can hear his face crumpling. “Oh shit, Jamie, I didn’t mean—“

“No, don’t worry about it, man. It was a long time ago, yeah? It’s fine.” It’s a heroic attempt at sounding casual. Might have succeeded, too, back before they all knew Jamie as well as the do now.

Roy doesn’t stick around to hear the team offer their comfort and Jamie try to wave their concern away. He walks into the coaches’ office, and the only reason he doesn’t slam the door as hard as he can is because he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself. 

“You all right there, Coach?” Beard looks up at him from behind his book, brow creased in quiet assessment.

“Oh my God, what happened?” Nate jumps down from the desk he’s been perched on. “Did someone die?”

And Roy wants to tell them to fuck off. Wants to punch the wall so hard it stops his mind from spinning. But he’s been talking with Dr. Fieldstone about that, hasn’t he, how his maladaptive coping strategies are tripping him up, and fucking over the people he cares about in the process.

So he takes a deep breath. And he doesn’t look at them when he starts talking. “Back before Ted came here Jamie came in with these bruises all over his chest and back one day, and he told us he’d had sex with a fucking dominatrix. And I believed him, okay? I just… I fucking believed him, even though it was weird fucking bruises for— That’s not the fucking point. But because I thought he was an arrogant fucking prick and I fucking hated his guts, I told him— “ He trails off, looking up at the ceiling. Uselessly, his cheeks are burning. Maybe his eyes are, too, if he’d let himself feel it. “I told him I’d be happy to pay to see someone give him a trashing. Give ‘em extra if they knocked a couple of his teeth out so he’d shut up for once.”

Beard doesn’t say anything, but he leans back in his chair with a look on his face that lets Roy know that, yeah, he’d fucked that one up good and proper.  

“Oh,” Nate says. “So it was his dad who— That’s— But— I mean, that’s not good, obviously, that’s awful, but it’s… It wasn’t you who hurt him, Roy. And I mean, you and Jamie have said all sorts of thing to each other. Done all sorts of things.”

And that’s true, isn’t it. And mostly Roy is happy enough to write it off as tit-for-tat, old foolishness and bygones, Jamie a prick and Roy sometimes an idiot, and they’re both better now. And he doesn’t know how to explain to Nate and Beard how knowing that Jamie looked up to him ever since he was a kid, knowing that he never took that poster down, even after that, after everything, makes his casual cruelty and failure to protect Jamie all the harder to bear, even if he hadn’t known at the time that there was anything to protect Jamie from.

“Coach—“ Beard begins, but is interrupted by a knock on the door, and before Roy can tell whoever it is to fuck off, Jamie sticks his head into the office. Must have made his escape from the rest of the team, then. “Sorry, Coach, are we getting started or what? The lads— “ He catches sight of Roy’s face and his eyes widen. “Jesus, Roy, what happened? Are you all right, man?”

Under other circumstances, Roy might have found it remarkable how quickly and effortlessly Jamie makes the switch from Roy’s respectful star player to Roy’s friend, his entire demeanour changing as he moves into the room. As it is, Roy doesn’t say anything, but he must have made some sort of noise or moved some sort of way, because Jamie’s face twists in alarm, and then he’s across the floor and gently but firmly pulling Roy into a hug. “There, it’s all right, man, I’ve got you, lad, it’s all right.”

Roy blames all the fucking therapy he’d been doing for the past eight months for not pushing Jamie away but instead allowing the other to hold him, and allowing himself to hesitantly wrap his arms around him in turn. Fuck Nate. Fuck Beard. Fuck the team. Fuck anyone who thinks they get to have opinions on that.

He’s got an inch on Jamie, but Jamie’s broader, solid and strong. Steady, as he puts a hand on the back of Roy’s neck, murmuring nonsense that Roy knows is supposed to be soothing, and which maybe is. Mostly, it’s reassuring to have Jamie there, whole and hale and safe.

“What’s going on? Is Phoebe all right? Did something happen to your sister? Keeley?” Jamie is starting to sound a little freaked out, and Roy realises that he can’t just stand there mutely forever and let the fears grow in Jamie’s mind, he needs to fucking say something, explain.

He’d rather never say another word.

Tough fucking luck, Kent. “Do you remember what I told you when you said you’d had sex with a dominatrix?”

The way Jamie stiffens tells him that, yeah, Jamie does. “Roy—“

Roy tightens his grip, not wanting Jamie to pull away. “Don’t fucking tell me it was fine, because you were a nightmare for the rest of that day, you were absolutely fucking horrible to everyone.” Worse than usual, lashing out—not that Roy had known it at the time, or had thought it anything more than Jamie being a fucking prick for no other reason than to be a prick.  

For a few moments, Jamie doesn’t say anything. Then he lets out a long sigh, relaxing into the embrace and pressing his face against Roy’s neck. “Yeah, okay,” he mutters, “it was all shit, mate. I mean, all of it was, it wasn’t just you— But, Roy, listen… “ And now Jamie does pull back, just enough so that he can look at Roy. His eyes are tired, but the set of his jaw determined. “You fucking hated me, right? Back then, I mean. You hated me, ‘cause I was a prick, and I hated you, ‘cause you were a bitter old cunt.”

There’s no fucking denying it, is there. Roy gives a sharp nod. “Yeah, but—“

“No, let me just— I’m not saying that makes it all right, yeah, I just— You hated me, okay. But, would you have said what you said if you’d known what really happened?”

Roy’s lips twist into snarl. “What? No! Of course I wouldn’t fucking have— “ He might have ached to put Jamie’s head through a wall several times a day, but he wouldn’t have stood by for Jamie’s piece of shit father—

“See?” The little twat has the audacity to look triumphant at that, as if he’d scored a particularly neat goal. “That’s what I’m saying, yeah? Even when you hated my guts, you wouldn’t have said that, if you’d known what was going on. But you didn’t know, ‘cause I didn’t want you to, or anyone to, and I’m an amazing actor, yeah? So, like, it’s not fine, but it’s… Don’t beat yourself up over it, man. You didn’t know.”

It’s absolution, the kind Roy doesn’t think he deserves and the Jamie is far too quick to offer. But Jamie is also right: Roy hadn’t known. Wallowing in guilt won’t do anything to change the past, or help Jamie now.

“All right,” Roy says. “But that was still a shit thing to say and I wish hadn’t done it. You never deserved any of what that arsehole did to you, and if… fuck it, when I made you feel like I thought otherwise, that was my fucking bad, and I’m sorry.”

Jamie nods. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, man.” And there’s a tremulousness to his faint smile that makes Roy think that for all his claims to the contrary, it had still been something Jamie needed to hear.  

It does Roy’s fucking head in that Jamie’s been up to see his dad several times since he got word that James Tartt is in rehab. But they’ve argued about that already, bitterly, and Roy has very reluctantly admitted that it’s not his call. All he can do is offer Jamie whatever support he needs, whenever he wants it.

Clearing his throat, Roy gives Jaime an awkward pat on the shoulder before carefully extricating himself fully from the hug. “We’re still on for dinner with Keeley tonight?” He’ll make Jamie’s favourite dish, he decides. Throw in some dessert.

“Yeah, of course, yeah.”

“Good.” He jerks his head to the door. “Go on then, tell the lads to get on the pitch, and we’ll be there in a minute.”

“Yes, Coach.”

As the door shuts behind him, Roy turns on Beard and Nate who – wisely – don’t say anything.

“I don’t want to fucking talk about this,” he tells them sharply. “I don’t want you mentioning a fucking word of it ever again.” Because maybe he’s gotten to a point where having a fucking breakdown and hugging it out with Jamie in front of them isn’t the end of the world (even if it’s a near fucking thing), but if someone tries to make him discuss it, he’ll need to start head-butting people, and he’s been trying to stay off that since he became manager, because it just isn’t a good look, is it, and he’s trying to be better about that sort of thing.

Nate and Beard glance at each other. Roy doesn’t really care for the knowing look in their eyes, but they merely offer a nod and a yeah, yeah, of course, sure in reply, and that will have to do.

In this messed up world, a lot of things would have to fucking do.

“Right,” Roy says, already moving to follow Jamie. “I’ll see you on the fucking pitch.”

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A/N: This was supposed to be the fourth of the stand alone ficlets I call The Locker Room Conversations, but it got quite a bit darker (and less team focused) than I usually do for those, so I’m not sure. I’ll sit on it for a bit, maybe fiddle a little, and see where I put it when it goes up on AO3 eventually.

If you like the idea of the team uncovering sad truths about Jamie’s past and are into heavier angst (and more of the team taking care of Jamie), I highly recommend checking out i should be the poster kid for this shit by anotherlongstoryshort / babytarttdoodoo

[boxboxlewis]

prompt: galex + wings 🪽

It was kind of nice when Lily and Carmen weren’t around for a race weekend, not that George would ever say that. Simpler times, it reminded him of: when he and Alex were still single and fancy-free and having sex whenever they could find a door that shut. Sometimes they still hooked up, when their girlfriends weren’t around. For old times’ sakes.

They were in George’s hotel room. George was stretched out alluringly on his bed, one arm behind his head so his shirt rucked up and showed some stomach. Just trying to maximise his chances that the evening might be one of the sometimes.

“You’ve got your weird soppy-git face on,” Alex said, “what, are you thinking about your mum again?”

“No,” George said, and took his arm down. “I just—fancy blowing off some steam?”

George thought that probably he could be a good 60% less weird about Alex if Alex simply stopped smiling like that: a little dirty, a little fond, a lot as if he saw straight through George but still somehow liked him anyway. 

“You need better lines, mate,” Alex said. “I’m not rewarding that.” He came and sat on the bed, though. Reached out and rubbed a thumb over George’s hipbone, considering. 

“Did it hurt,” George said seriously, and then as Alex shoved his shoulder, “when you fell out of heaven—oi—!”

One moment Alex was braced over him, laughing, and the next he’d flung himself back, back off the bed and onto the hotel carpet, away from George.

“Er?” George said. Alex was breathing heavily (good, usually) and he’d gone all pale (very bad). George couldn’t think what might have happened to cause it. He tried a joke. “I did actually brush my teeth before you came over, so…”

“No, it’s not—” Alex was biting at his lip. “I shouldn’t, today. My shoulders.”

“Your shoulders don’t want us to have sex.”

“Don’t be a dick, George. Practice today was rough, that’s all.”

That’s never stopped us from hooking up before, George didn’t say. He stood up slowly, so as not to startle Alex, and moved towards him like a hunter towards a deer. Probably. “Let me see, then.” He put his hand on Alex’s waist. “Come on, let Dr George have a look.”

Alex’s face did something strange and vulnerable. “This is a terrible idea,” he muttered, “I’m an idiot, I—hey, careful, please!”

George was easing Alex’s shirt up over his head. “Turn around for me. Good lad.” Alex snorted at that, which was more normal, at least. “Oh, blimey.” Alex’s back was a welter of raw oozing skin, bloody and scraped to hell, like someone had been at his shoulderblades with a meat mallet. “Alex, you’ve—you need to see a doctor, I think, mate. This is proper bad. You’re going to get an infection if you’re not careful.”

“I’m not seeing a doctor.” 

George recognised Alex’s implacable bastard voice when he heard it. “All right, fine, but—I’ve got some Germolene in my bag. At least let me put that on?” 

“Fine, but don’t— Fine.”

George got the ointment and arranged Alex face down on the bed. Usually a great position for Alex: but usually he wasn’t fucking bleeding everywhere. “Right,” George said. “Right, I think it will be easiest if I sit on your arse.”

“Convenient,” Alex muttered. He had his hands folded under his cheek, face turned to one side. “Not at all because you’re obsessed with my arse.”

George ignored him and clambered awkwardly into place, sitting on Alex’s arse, knees snugly bracketing his back. It wasn’t all that comfortable, actually, Alex being a bony motherfucker. “Okay, this might sting a bit. Also, sorry if it’s cold.” He squeezed out some Germolene onto a finger and tentatively swiped it along Alex’s left shoulderblade. Alex hissed in a breath. “That all right, mate?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. Or it would be fine if you could just stop being so fucking—solicitous. Dickhead.”

George rolled his eyes and squeezed some more ointment onto his finger. “Sorry for caring.” He worked the thick cream into Alex’s broken skin, as gently as he could. Up and down, along the bony ridges on either side of Alex’s upper back. Alex’s skin was greasy and warm under his fingers, and the room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing. The antiseptic smell of the Germolene seemed loud, somehow. 

“Uh,” Alex said. “I—this was a mistake, actually, I think, I need—George, stop!”

George pulled his hands back. Alex was breathing rapidly, like maybe he was turned on, which would be perhaps slightly weird under the circumstances but not weird enough to justify a freakout. They’d had weirder sex before, definitely. “It’s okay if you like it,” he said.

“No, I—” Alex pressed a hand over his face, long fingers splayed over his cheek. “Fuck. Fuck! George, you need to leave.”

“Er, right, point of order: this is actually my hotel room?”

“I really mean it, George, you need to—fuck!”

Before George could reply his attention was distracted by Alex’s back, which was rippling. The movement was happening underneath his skin, as if the bones were shifting, as if some creature inside were flexing and stretching. George was still sitting on Alex’s arse, and probably some spirit of self-preservation should have sent him sprinting for the door, but instead he leaned forward and pressed his hand to the skin of Alex’s back where it overlay whatever was happening inside his body. The squirming was viscerally unsettling to feel, but not unpleasant.

“George—”

“It’s all right,” George said, with false confidence, “I’ll just grab my phone and call 999—I think it works anywhere, right, they just reroute the call—no problem, mate, we’ll get an ambulance here for you—”

And then he stopped talking, because something was erupting from Alex’s back. Two things, actually, bony and huge and covered with pale brown feathers. They unfolded, stretching up almost to the ceiling, and beat once; and then tucked themselves back down along Alex’s sides, warm and thick against George’s legs.

“Fuck,” Alex said.

George said, “You’ve got wings.”

“Yeah, no shit, George.”

“You’ve got—” George managed to stop himself from repeating You’ve got wings, but only barely. “You. Erm. How long? Have you—”

“Years,” Alex said. His wings twitched, almost smugly. “Used to be easier to keep them hidden, though. Past couple of months it’s been a real—ah.”

George was carding his fingers through the feathers of Alex’s right wing, exploring the textures, how they parted for his fingers. “There’s different kinds of feather,” he said. “These really long ones up here, and then the short fluffy ones—”

Alex made a sort of broken sob noise, and immediately stuffed his fist into his mouth. George jerked his hand back.

“Sorry, shit, sorry, is it—can I touch them,” he asked belatedly. “Does it—it must feel weird, I guess.”

“It feels good. No one has, before.”

The neanderthal part of George’s mind hefted its club and began grunting triumphantly. “You haven’t shown anyone else?”

“No, I mean, it’s like. Kind of a weird thing to bring up, right?”

“Mildly weird,” George agreed, and started stroking Alex’s wing again: the first person ever to do so. 

thank you to @janinaduszejko for reading this over and to @onadarklingplain for the prompt!

[ktkat99]

While ao3 is down, I'm going to see if I can figure out how to post directly here.

Two Weeks Of Whump Challenge Day 9. Branding

Tim reached over and behind his head, grabbing his shirt by the back of his collar and pulling it off. He tossed it towards the laundry basket and flopped face down on the bed, ready to drift off to sleep.

Until something poked him.

"Your pants, too." Conner reminded.

"Mm. Nng. Leave me 'lone." Tim grunted in response.

"Tim, baby, this isn't up for debate. You've got mud, blood and… what I hope is rainwater, caked everywhere."

"Vigilante aesthetic."

"No."

Tim huffed, but pushed himself up anyway. "Fine." He stumbled to his dresser and grabbed out a pair of sweatpants to change into.

"I'm so sorry for insisting you at least change out of your uniform before getting into… bed."

Conner finished his sentence softly, and Tim turned to see what had caught his boyfriend's attention.

"What."

"Who's 'JJ'?"

Tim froze, and he could swear he felt his heart stop.

'My dear son, JJ! Now doesn't that just have a nice ring to it?'

'Sure does, Puddin'!'

Their voices echoed in his mind, accompanied by phantom pains.

The feeling of the electrical shocks.

The prick of needles.

The far-too-tight cuffs keeping him from fighting back or defending himself.

He was back there.

No!

He was here!

He'd gotten out.

He'd survived.

He'd beaten them.

They were gone.

… Right?

"... What?" He finally managed.

"Your leg. You've got a tattoo that says 'JJ'. I was just wondering, cause I've never heard you mention them. Were they an ex?" Conner got up and came over, face concerned. He must have seen Tim's reaction to his question.

Tim didn't know what to say.

How long..?

He had been rid of them.

"W-what..?" He couldn't breathe.

They were…

They were gone.

"Tim? Are you okay?"

Tim closed his eyes.

Everything was… way too much right now.

He felt sick.

Dizzy.

Sounds were too loud.

He was too close.

Tim stumbled back, falling against the dresser.

'There's a good lad. Now why don't you help your daddy with a little something?'

Hands pulled at his hair.

His own?

He didn't care.

"Tim!"

'Ah, ah, ah! That's not your name anymore, is it? Naaah. You look more like a Junior.'

"Get away from me."

He felt himself slide down to his knees, heard… someone screaming.

Who was screaming?

Him?

"I'm here. Baby, I'm right here. I've got you."

'Now that I've got you, my boy,' His voice echoed in Tim's head, 'Killing Batsy will be a piece of cake!'

He wanted to go home.

He wanted his family.

But he couldn't move.

He couldn't move!

Something was restraining him!

"Stop! Tim, baby, please! You're going to hurt yourself!"

He had to get free.

He had to.

They were going to kill him.

They were going to use him to kill Batman.

He felt a prick in his neck and redoubled his efforts to free himself.

He couldn't do this again.

He didn't want to lose himself again.

"Shh. Shh. You're going to be okay. You're going to be okay. Just give it a minute."

He felt himself relax against his will.

He…

He had to fight.

He… had to get free.

He couldn't give in…

But whatever he'd been injected with didn't give him a choice.

His mind started to clear and he found himself lying on his back, head and shoulders resting in Conner's lap.

"You're okay. You're okay, baby. I'm so sorry. Bruce is on his way. Just relax."

Conner…

He looked scared.

The room began to grow dark, but Tim reached up, shakily.

Conner looked scared, but Tim's brain was in too much of a fog to figure out why.

His fingers brushed a tear away from his boyfriend's cheek before falling limply back down, resting across his own chest.

Conner grabbed it and held it. "You're okay, sweetheart." He whispered.

Tim thought he might have said something else as well, but he couldn't make it out, already drifting off.

[wjehfshs]

Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request this idea with male reader who used to be in a relationship with Makarov, like what would the 141 team be like if they found out about reader past with him and not good one like abusive but they managed to get away and change their identity kinda thing? And that's how they managed to join the 141.

How they find out is all up to you

I love all your ideas oml

Mentions of reader being abused, Soap and reader arguing, hint of trauma mention, comfort, angst

Arguing with your teammates was very rare, at least for you, but it was always scary

It brought back memories

The 141 knew you had been in a relationship before coming here but that’s it

They never knew who or why you two broke up

You had actually never argued with them until now

“Christ, lad, you can’t just run out like that, you coulda gotten killed!” Soap scolded you

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to” you said in a meek voice, head down, hands clasped together

“Look at me when I’m talking to you! Lad you nearly got blown up! You can’t be so stupid we could’ve lost ya for fucks sake!” You knew Soap was just stressed, he cared for all of you deeply and the thought of losing any of you made his heart ache but it’s words hurt more

You couldn’t help it let tears well in your eyes, body shaking, head throbbing

You looked up at him after wiping your tears discreetly

The rest of the team looked on quietly, all stressed and awkward

“Why are you so quiet? Answer me!” Soap stepped forward to you to try and out a hand on your shoulder

He had no intention to hurt and you knew that but your instinct made you back up and throw your hands up to defend yourself, covering your face and chest

Everyone seemed to notice this

They all paused as your breathing became rapid and your heart jump to your throat

Then came the cliché line

“Did that bastard hurt you?” Referring to your anonymous ex

You didn’t see who asked you but from the Manchester accent it was obviously Ghost

Your breath was still rapid and your body ready to either run or fight

You eventually shrugged, not wanting to say yes, fearing it be too much for you, but not wanting to say no, as you wanted to tell someone, to reach out for help

“[name]… what happened?” Price asked you cautiously

You couldn’t speak, your whole body tense

“Lad, I would never hurt you, not like that bastard” Soap whispered

You nodded

There was silence before Gaz spoke up “what was his name?”

You felt your heart drop from your throat to your stomach

Before taking a deep breath you spoke up

“Makarov…”

You knew they would hate you for this

“The Makarov?” Ghost asked

You nodded “but he forced me to I had no choice he said he would hurt me if I didn’t” you desperately tried to explain

Before you knew it Soap hugged you

“It’s ok lad, we know you would never do something like that, I’m so sorry you went through that, you didn’t deserve that” he comforted you

You stammered before breaking down

“I had to run away, change my name, hair, everything” you sobbed into his shoulder “I was so scared” he let you soak his shirt in tears and snot, at this point all that mattered was your safety

“Oh [name]” Soap held you tightly

You pulled away and wiped your face, sniffling

They all engulfed you in a group hug, their holds suffocating you

“He can’t hurt you anymore, you’re safe, we’re sorry we got angry, we where just worried about you” Price comforted you

For the rest of the day they babied you, even if you told them you where fine they did everything for you, tending to even the smallest of your wounds, washing your clothes etc

They just loved you so much and really thought (knew) you deserved the world

[icarus-does-fall]

Alr alr

Simon x piercer/tattooer reader

I did my best to make my idea a thing 🤷‍♂️

Dub-con!! Trans Simon but it's not a major plot point, might make another one where it is

I just have brainrot and productive energy

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

Simon “Ghost” Riley, a simple man. A stoic and dealy man. A man who was claimed to have no emotions, no connections. To be a ghost. Yet whenever you were around, he seemed to be less of a ghost, he seemed to be human.

Then there was you. You were bright and filled with life, colourful to say the least as you were covered in tattoos and piercing, after all that was your job. The cherry on top, you loved- sometimes you loved too much and got yourself hurt.

He was spending almost all his money on booking appointments at your shop, he never had valid reasons to see you outside your parlour just to see you, feel you. Yet you never minded, Simon was polite, while he didn't always hold the best conversations he never made you feel uncomfortable like some of your other clients did.

Plus maybe you had started to develop a slight crush on the rugged soldier that was constantly spending his free time with you instead of going out with his mates. He made you laugh, smile, and he had an oddly safe feeling about him.

Simon had been away on deployment for nearly a year and the first thing he did when he got back was book something with you. It was a piercing, and one of a particularly sensitive nature- He was asking to get a jacob's ladder done.

You almost didn't agree. You liked the guy and piercing his dick? That seemed to cross a few too many lines, yes it was your job but you were still human and sometimes it is difficult to separate work from life. Simon instead though, he trusted you, you had the experience with it, and he wanted that specific piercing done.

So stealing your emotions and doing your best to lock them all away in a cage so deep within you it wouldn’t be easily found you waited for Simon's appointment time, getting everything ready in the back room- You doubted the man wanted to expose himself to everyone else in the shop… A low blush rose to your cheeks as your thoughts tried to wander about.

What if he liked the public scene?

After all, you didn't know much about Simon other than what simple conversation would allow. He had a dog- A german shepherd. He smoked, sometimes you’d smoke with him. His best mate was named Soap and he drank whiskey. And he was possibly trans? One of the first tattoos you did for him was scar coverups on his chest, but you weren't going to ask any questions. Scar cover ups were one of your specialties. Most people came to you for those types of tattoos specifically.

But his more personal details? Those you weren’t sure about.

Quicker than you thought the time for Simon's appointment showed up. He walked into the shop, looming like a shadow, before seeing you at the counter and his entire mood lightened up.

“Hey lovie.”

You rolled your eyes with a soft laugh. “Hey again Si, fill out your paperwork, I’ll get everything set up in the back for you. And how's that last tat treating you? It heal okay?”

Simon shrugged and then rolled up his sleeve, the newest addition was still slightly red but the tattoo seemed to have healed without issue. It was a bundle of wisteria flowers, one of the few tattoos that you were given full control over. It was just a space filler.

“It’s fine, the lads thought it was too… girly ‘suppose but I like it just fine.”

You pouted playfully while heading to the back room. “Aw ‘just fine’? Thought we’ve moved into actual compliments before you left, you get tired of talking all that much on deployment or somethin?”

Simon merely huffed as he filled out his paperwork and then placed it on the counter. He liked talking to you, he did. Just sometimes his words failed him.

After a few minutes you were ready and called him back. He listened like a well trained dog, raising from where he was sitting without a work and went to where you were. If he had a tail it would be wagging.

Simon closed the door behind him and simply stood there a bit awkwardly as you had just finished wrapping the chair for him to sit on. Your face flushed slightly, it wouldn’t have been noticeable if Simon was as trained as he was to notice the small details.

“You gotta strip Si-” Now your blush was noticeable, it flared brightly. “Not! Not completely! But you gotta lose the trousers before you sit down-”

Simon chuckled slightly at your flustered state. And whether he meant to or if it was all subconsciously done, he slowly undid his belt and took off his pants. You had to force yourself not to stare at him. He took his spot on the chair and got comfortable to the point it’d be easier for you to pierce him.

You rolled your chair in between his legs, your tray of tools right next to you. You looked up at him, doing your damnedest to stay professional. “This will hurt, like… a lot Simon.”

He nodded and sighed out softly, he was thanking every god possible right now that he had his mask on to hide his own flushed face. “I know, go ahead.”

Now Simon wasn’t huge by any means, but he wasn’t small either, but he was girthy. Something that sparked your interest though was the scar lines down there. He unknowingly sent butterflies straight to your stomach as you tried not to blatantly stare at his half exposed body.

With a steady hand but a shaky resolve you took his dick into your hand, tentatively wiping it down with a alcohol wipe and then marking where the piercings needed to go. You were doing three this session. Simon tensed up under your touch and a soft groan slipped past his lips as you began. You froze, mistaking that groan for discomfort and not something else.

“You alright Si, something feel wrong?”

He merely shook his head and then nodded, gesturing for you to continue. You did.

So you lined up the needle with the first mark and went through the skin.

“Fuck! Jesus lovie! Can't give a guy some warning before you stab ‘em?”

You chuckled sheepishly. “Sorry about that Si… First one alway hurts more than the rest, and we still gotta put the barbell in too.”

“Christ-” Simon sighed and laid his head back against the hair, he was trying not to pant or focus on how your hand felt wrapped around his dick- Or the thoughts that followed. He doubted you even liked him, plus it was damn near unprofessional to think like that while you were working.

You apologised once more before putting the barbell into the first piercing, Simon let out another groan as you did that, and then you wiped down the piercing, cleaning it of the small bits of blood that’d showed up. Then you moved onto the second one. Simon's groans got a bit louder and he was biting his lip to hold back the moans that threatened to slip out. The third one went in without issue as well, but by now Simons dick was aching- From both the piercings and how you had been handling him.

He was all but dripping precum with each new piercing and touch of your hand, which you both were trying to ignore. Your heart was racing and your face flushed, Simon was refusing to look in your direction as you worked.

As you pulled away after finishing cleaning him and then took your gloves off you casted a glance over towards Simon. “How's it look? Everything feel okay?”

Simon laid still for a few moments after you began your clean up before he sat up slightly and looked to see how the piercings were done, forgetting just for a moment that you were in the room and ran a hand across the piercings.

He unintentionally came with that action of his. All over the chair and his thighs. He groaned out quietly and moaned and then he blushed hard, becoming nothing but a flustered and stuttering mess.

“Fuck lovie- That wasnt supposed to, ain’t mean to… ‘M not that used to having it yet… I'm sorry, fuck im sorry lovie, makin a mess all over your work stuff not professional at all.”

Your face had gotten bright red and you’d froze in your spot, your eyes couldn’t help but to be drawn towards Simon's leaking dick which was now covered in cum. His words pulled out of your mini trance and hurriedly gave him a few paper towels to clean up with, but he was too focused on apologising to realise you were trying to help.

Taking a breath you tried to steel your nerves and then placed your hand on Simon's calf. It's what was closest to you and you didn’t want to make him- or you comfortable. “Si, calm down- it’s okay honestly… You think you're the first guy who's been a little sensitive after this type of piercing?”

Simon's blush was now visible, even underneath his mask, and he was still avoiding looking at you as he cleaned himself up. His words were mumbled and hard to hear and he was still slightly hard making things worse. “Well… Probably the first to like you as ya do it… As it happens…”

You still heard him though, and you bit your lip while trying to find the words. What were you supposed to do? Admit your possible feelings while he was half naked and covered in cum? Well… you probably shouldn’t but you wanted it. He was a sight to see like that, hell he was whining and desperate for forgiveness. That sight, those feelings, it made your stomach coil.

So what did you do? Breaking all your rules, every boundary you’d been trying to set this entire session, you touched him without having a job to do. Your hands traced along his bottom surgery scars- Simons hands stilled and he looked up at you confused.

“Wha-”

Your hands trailed down to caress his dick and gently you milked out the rest of his come. Simon's eyes fluttered closed and he was reduced to a moaning mess. “L-lovie, what are you doing? Wh-why? What?”

You continued to stroke Simon's dick, careful to avoid the piercings you just placed, technically, for everything to heal correctly you shouldn't have been doing that but you were being careful. “Just wanna show you it's okay, nothing to be sorry for, yaknow?”

Another strangled moan fell past Simon's lips and his dick was twitching in your hands, you looked up at him through your lashes and then leaned forward, kitten licking his tip for a few moments before fully licking him clean. One of his hands ended up threaded through your hair, not wanting you to pull away just yet until there wasn't any cum left.

Finally when you pulled away after he’d been cleaned up, he was gripping onto the chairs armrests and panting softly, you on the other hand while blushing looked similar to how a cat looks after catching the canary.

“Well damn lovie… Fuckin hell… Wasn’t expecting that type of aftercare-”

“You taste pretty good Si…” You laughed softly and licked your lips, “Can I get another taste later?”

Simon groaned out softly and slouched back against the chair he was sitting in again as he caught his breath and once his head was clear he got dressed again and then bit his lip as he walked over towards where you were.

“You're a different type of crazy lovie, make things interesting… It’s why you're my favourite.” He sighed and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Coffee sometime then?- Or dinner?”

You laughed and kissed Simon's cheek through his mask. “I do what I can~ And I would love to, been wanting that for a while actually.”

[tangerinesgf]

Hii! Are you still doing the smut prompts? If so, can I request 2 and 19 for tangerine? 🥰 thank you!

Tangerine x fem!reader

Prompt 19; A and B go out to dinner and A gets handsy underneath the table.

Tags/warnings: 18+, smut, nsfw, public sex, fingering, Tangerine is a little shit

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long, but I just recently got my writing flow back on. I got a lot of requests for 2 and decided to only use it once in fear of repeating myself, so I went with 19 for now. Also I kind of twisted it around a little bit, I was at the cinema last week and the idea just popped into my head. Hope you enjoy it!!

Tangerine was bored.

No that was an understatement, he was on the verge of falling asleep.

You'd dragged him out to watch a movie you had apparently been waiting on since the last installement in 2019. And while Tangerine usually likes movies, he's having a real tough time sitting through this particular one.

'Mission Impossible' the title had said. He rememberd the original series back in the 80s, which he didn't love, but Tangerine also couldn't say that he hated it.

So as you practically begged him to come with you, he had given in. As much as he loved to, he didn't want to judge prematurely. It might be a good movie. Unfortunately he wasn't able to enjoy it. Tangerine constantly found himself picking at how ridiculous and unrealistic it was, much to your annoyance.

"This Ethan lad should've been dead five times already, you realize that, right?" He whispered into your ear.

"Will you quit it already?" You replied. Tangerine could feel the rising frustration radiating off of you.

"I'm just sayin', love."

"Just shut it, alright? I'm trying to follow the story, if you don't mind."

"Fine." Tangerine leaned back in his seat, trying to focus on the scene playing in front of him, but he had lost the plot a long time ago. He looked over at you, but you seemed to be lost in the story. At least one of you was enjoying it.

Then and idea popped into his head. Tangerine uncrossed his arms and moved his left hand to rest on your bare thigh. He saw your eyes slide over it, but didn't say anything.

Then slowly he started to trailing his up until it reached the hem of your skirt. Your hand was fast to grab at his wrist.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Nothing." He answered. His eyes were focused on the screen, but you could see his lips twisting up into that shit eating grin of his.

"Bullshit."

"Thought you wanted to follow the movie." You placed Tangerine's hand back on his own lap and turned your attention back to the film.

But he wasn't about to give up so easily.

Not even a minute later his hand was back under your skirt, his fingers ghosting over your panties. Satisfied when a soft gasp escaped from your lips.

He pressed two fingers down on your clothed cunt, feeling you body tense up at the sudden pressure. "Tan."

"Just watch the movie, love" He whispered. "I'm gonna need ya to tell me what happened afterwards."

"We're in public."

"Mhm." He hummed as he lazily started rubbing circles on your clit. Tangerine knew if you wanted to, you'd only have to ask him and he would stop, you never had any trouble putting him in his place before.

He gave you a moment to stop him, but when nothing came out he moved his hand higher up, slipping into your panties. He could hear your breathing getting heavier as he brushed over your cunt, gathering your slick on his fingers.

Your eyes were focused on the screen, but Tangerine could tell that's the last place your mind was at the moment. His eyes were almost burning into your face, obsessed with the way you reacted to his touch.

Slowly he pushed a single finger into your folds, lazily pumping it along your walls as he could see you biting your lip to hold back any sounds. It wasn't visible in the darkness of the cinema, but he was sure your cheeks were flushed red.

When the sound of the movie got louder with what Tangerine assumed must have been some sort of gun fight, he pushed a second finger inside.

A moan escaped your lips as he crooked both of them inside you, making you slap your own hand over your mouth, muffling any other noises. Your other hand was gripping the armrest like your life depended on it.

"Still payin' attention there?" Tangerine teased in your ear.

You briefly remove your hand to respond to his question. "Fuck off, you fuc- oh god-"

Just as you started to talk his fingers pushed back in hitting your g-spot with amazing precision. The grin on his face told you, he'd done that on purpose and if you weren't so busy trying to keep yourself quiet, you'd slap that stupid smirk off his face.

Not short after that he added a third finger, accompanied by his thumb rubbing your clit in the way he knew you liked it.

No matter how hard you tried he could hear your muffled moans from behind your hand, only making spurring him on. You'd been lucky there were no people sitting directly next to you, although he had no doubt there weren't at least a few people who'd caught on to what you were doing.

When Tangerine felt your walls clenching around his fingers he knew you were close. After a few precise thrusts he crooked his fingers again, leaning back towards your ear once more; "I know your close love, c'mon."

He dragged his fingers along your walls one last time before sweet release washed over you, knuckles white from gripping the armrest. You fell back into your chair, exhausted as Tangerine skillfully worked you through your orgasm.

Your hand dropped from your mouth onto your lap, trying to get your breathing back under control. A small whine slipped from you mouth when Tangerine pulled his fingers away. Your eyes followed him as he licked your juices off of his fingers like it was a chocolate dessert, his eyes purposefully not meeting yours.

You turned your eyes back to the screen, but the movie already seemed to be ending. You felt like it was supposed to be a cliffhanger for part 2, but since you had barely paid attention it didn't mean anything to you.

Tangerine looked at you in your blissed out state as you were trying to make sense of the rest of the movie. When the movie ended and the lights turned back on he noticed a glint of sweat on your forehead.

He pulled his handkerchief from his suit jacket and gentle wiped the sweat from your face. "This was fun, we should go to the movies more often."

A/N: disclaimer, I love Mission Impossible, this was just for the fic lol, and I just feel like Tangerine would hate those movies for some reason. Anyways hope you liked this, I for one had a lot of fun writing it.

[anime-is-godlike]

This is a Twisted Wonderland request, but you have a lot of freedom here.

How would the characters of your choice react to a reader who was once in love but was then betrayed by their lover, and as a result swore off love for the rest of their life?

For this fic it’s gonna kinda be like mitsuri backstory with her getting rejected for looking a certain way

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Yuu was a very kind and friendly person when she got to twisted wonderland let’s just say a lot of heads turned in her direction because of her beauty but also her strangeness her hair was almost unnatural even for twisted wonderland standards she has gotten some confession but has turned them down this intrigued a certain individual so they decided to ask questions

Jamil

Jamil and you spent time together enough where you guys could chat you often helped him with his busy workload which he was grateful for and when you work together you get to know each other but for the life of him he couldn’t understand why you rejected so many people you are gorgeous not that he would say that out loud so he decided to ask one day

When you told him about how you used to be In love with someone who then called you a wild boar that no one would want to date let’s just say he did plan a couple of things if he ever met the dude you then went on to explain that the man was right which left jamil shocked he wasn’t much for talk but he tried to comfort you best he could

“Hey you should know that that man isn’t worth it your beautiful in your own way” he blushes a bit but continues

“Don’t take that talk from anyone okay?” You looked at him and smiled

“I’ll try” he nod from that point on he reminds you in subtle ways that your a beautiful person and slowly helps you out of that mind set and if anyone comments on your appearance in a negative way let’s just say there eyes are now red and there now helping in the land of the desert somewhere far away

Azul

You worked a mostro lounge let’s just say you needed the money because a certain crow was being stingy and by that he only gave you enough money for lunch, anyway you and azul have been on somewhat okay terms you neither liked each other or hated eachother it’s was neutral

One day he was closing up the lounge and some lad came up to you confessing his crush to you only for you to turn it down and the lad ran of

to say he was confused would be a understatement, he made his presence known and yuu turned around with a gloomy face

“You okay?” He asked awkwardly you nod

“Fine…well” yuu then goes on to explain that love is difficult for her as when she’s thought she felt it the person turned around and basically insulted her and her Trust has never been there since, all azul could do was nod he could sympathise with her as he himself grew up with people insulting him and making him feel uncomfortable in his own body

“Listen here yuu we may not be close but I’ll give you some free advice”

(Talk less smile more……sorry)

“let’s just say it took me years to get the confidence I have now because when I was younger I had some trouble with people and the more you improve yourself the less you care what people say” yuu blinks and looks at him then smiles

“Really?” She chuckled which azul cheeks brighten a bit at

“Really you have to be able to love yourself before you can commit to another person otherwise that would be hypocritical how can you love someone when you hate yourself” yuu looked shocked then nodded

“That is very true thanks azul for listening” he simply shakes his hands

“No worries if anyone does bother you in anyway that makes you uncomfortable please report to me if you feel comfortable doing so” azul smiles and yuu nods

“Okay…” was all she could say

After this encounter azul and yuu become somewhat closer yuu confides in azul a bit more on their insecurities they both have a long way to go before their ready for partners but their there for each other and if anything does happen at least they have floyd and jade to take care of it

Lilia

He his beyond confused due to your friendship with malleus you and lilia have met on occasion and have developed your own kind of friendship which he’s happy for as your a very interesting individual

As such when something troubles you his dad sense kicks in and he’s trying to help when you finally tell him his beyond confused like who would dare say that about you and the person you loved ooooh if he could get his hands on him

“Will you listen to this old faes tales yuu” he asked floating near you and you nod

“Well for starters get better taste in men darling and secondly don’t you dare listen to a word he said” your eyes went wide

“You see he said that cause of his own insecurities and ego so he basically couldn’t see past that and if he did he’d discover a wonderful person who deserves all the love in the world” lilia said with a smile you could only nod jaw hung open

After this talk you and lilia decided to work on improving you metal health you needed to vent boom he’s their with snacks and drinks you need a cry boom he’s their with a box of tissues and if you just needed comfort fear not he gives the best hugs in the world

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Hope you like this request I’m still a beginner with writing so I hope you enjoyed reading this thanks again

Ps I adore your fics with twisted wonderland

[elliethecat]

Was I going to miss Zora May day one? Nope!

Zora May is hosted by @prisiidon , and this prompt was "Yona's Domain"!

Link and Sidon were just enjoying life, until Yona ran in with a letter in her hands.

“Link! Sidon! My father caught wind of you two and asked if both of you would like to see my domain!”

This caught the two men off guard a little. How did Yona's father find out about them? It didn't really matter however, as now they got an excuse to go traveling!

“Sure, I don't really mind,” Link said, a small smile on his cute face.

“I must agree with Link, Yona. I'm perfectly fine with going to meet your father. I will just need to find someone to handle the kingdom while we're gone,” Sidon responded.

“Don't worry, Sidon! I already have all of that covered! Laflat will take over registrar duties, Rivan will take over as head guard, your father will temporarily take over king responsibilities, and Bazz will be our personal guard!” Yona announced with a smile.

“Thank you, Yona. Sometimes I'm glad that I was married to someone who is so on top of everything, though I'm glad that we are still platonic friends,” Sidon responded.

With all that said and done, the three Zora and single Hylian set off to go to Yona's home domain.

They eventually made it to Ankel Island in Akkala after a long walk. There was a boat in the water beneath the island, as swimming can be quite taxing on a Zora body. Link held on tightly to Sidon's back, and the three Zora lept from the ground into the water. Link chuckled a bit once Sidon surfaced, but the four got into the boat without trouble. The four of them were in for a long journey, but it was worth it.

The days surprisingly went by relatively fast for the four friends. Link spent his free time bird watching or making out with Sidon, Bazz spent his free time fishing or laughing his ass off with his friends, Yona spent her time viewing the beautiful ocean, and Sidon spent his time making out with Link and flirting with his Hylian.

After a few days went by, the four eventually arrived at Yona's Domain. The place was beautiful; a colourful coral reef with a few simple-yet-beautiful houses on the beach right next to the reef. The place was almost like the Luralin Village's beaches—yet they were somehow prettier. The boat couldn't land on the beaches—as there was coral in the way—but Sidon, Yona, and Bazz just swam the rest of the way. One of the perks of being a Zora's boyfriend is that you get free rides, so Link didn't have to swim!

Once the four were there, they got to go exploring! Or at least that's what Link wanted, but his boyfriend and Yona were more concerned with royal stuff. Oh to be a free spirit like Link; wanting to do whatever bullshit came to mind right then and there. The champion could handle boring stuff like meetings if it was for Sidon, though. The four then had to go to the King's palace, which was relatively easy all things considered.

Once they got there, Link, Sidon, and Bazz all bowed for the king.

“You two must be King Sidon and Sir Link, hm? It's nice to meet you! I am King Fasolla, Yona's father. Now uh… who is the lad dressed up in full armor?”

“Oh, that's Captain Bazz! He's our personal knight for this trip, Sir,” Sidon responded.

“Well it's nice to meet you, Bazz!” The King said.

“Likewise, King Fasolla,” Bazz responded, slightly disinterested.

“Now,” King Fasolla started, noticing that Link hadn't said a single word, “Can you please say something, Sir Link? Even a ‘Hello’ would be fine.”

Link got visibly uncomfortable at this, and all he did was sign a quick “Hi,” to the king.

“Oh uh, don't worry father! Link isn't that much of a conversationalist! He's extremely sweet though!” Yona said, trying to take the spotlight from Link onto herself.

“Well that's… fine I suppose. As long as he doesn't destroy the Domain everything should be perfect! Now you four can go about your day, I won't take up any more of your time.”

Link quickly hurried out of the palace, Sidon and Yona right behind him. Once the three Zora caught up with Link, they could tell that there was something about Link that made him on edge.

“Is everything okay, Link? Did my father make you uncomfortable?” Yona asked.

“Yeah,” Link started signing, “I just didn't really wanna talk to him, because I just met him. The way he asked for me to talk was just weird.”

“I promise that he has good intentions, Link. He's just bad with words at times… and isn't the most accepting towards anyone who isn't heterosexual or cisgender.”

Link instantly got a bit sad at this confession from Yona, though he wasn't going to let something as small as a homophobic King stop him from having a good time. Link quickly ran off to start seeing the sights of the domain, with Sidon almost tripping over his own feet as Link drug him along. Bazz and Yona followed them as well, though they only ran to catch up with the two star-crossed lovers. They quickly found Link climbing a tree, with Sidon face-palming with how crazy he can be. Sidon can deal with Link, however, as the knight is his lover and he's gotten used to his antics at this point.

Eventually, after a long day of adventures, the moon was rising and they had to go to sleep. Sidon, Yona, and Bazz found a nice pool to sleep in, and Link was fine with it as well. Yona and Bazz decided to sleep in the deep end of the pool, while Sidon and Link opted to sleep in the more shallow section of it. Once Yona and Bazz were slumbering, Link wrapped Sidon into a big hug and started to cuddle with him. Link quickly nuzzled his head into Sidon's chest, and Sidon gently rested his hand on the Hylian's head.

Sidon's been through this routine many times: Link hugs him tightly and nuzzles into his chest, cuddles as close as he can to him, and bites his arm just because he wants to. Even so, Sidon can't help but smile, as Link was too adorable for this world. When Link's being cute, he can easily melt someone's heart into a puddle, though Sidon was resilient enough to just fawn over the champion by his side instead of simping over him. Link then decided to kick that cuteness into overdrive, and he started to poke and prod at Sidon's face with a smile on his face.

Sidon let out a light chuckle and said, “My Goddesses, I love you so much, Link.”

“I love you too, you cute shark.”

And then, after a bit, Link finally drifted off to dreamland. Sidon was left there to stare into the sky, just thinking about his future with Link, and about how he desperately wanted to marry this man. Kings need to sleep too, though, and he eventually fell asleep as he snuggled the man whom he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

The next day was going to be just as eventful as this one, but that could be millions of years to Sidon. He's just happy to sleep here with Link, Bazz, and Yona.