#gonna hurl cause girl what why are you like this

[movedtodykedvonte]

Spider-Man’s immune system had to be effected by the spider but cause no way he’s fighting Sandman, alien symbiotes, crawling through the sewer and climbing on buildings in NYC and then eating a hot dog with the same unwashed glove/hand at the end of the day.

[thatone-brightstar]

someone i saw in a dream once...| C. Berzatto x fem!reader oneshot

a/n: creds to the lovely @thebearer bc i love her dad!carm blurbs and wanted to try it out myself... loved it btw. happy holidays and happy new year to you all 🎄✨🧸

ps. I was actually gonna call this "a very merry hoe-liday special" lol

WARNINGS: smut, piv unprotected sex, dirty talk, reader is on birth control but isn't mentioned (wrap it up IRL tho), minors DNI but you'll do what you want so don't say I didn't warn you

“Yours?” He asked lazily.

“Uh… no.” A nervous laugh escaped your chest from your space on the warm bed, one of his arms wrapped around you as the other played with your hand above the covers. “I don’t wanna argue about why we haven’t baptized her yet, again.”

“That’s fair.” He responded with a chuckle. 

“Yours?” You asked back.

Carmy shook his head immediately. “Fuck no.” 

“Y’know, she’s gonna ask why we’ve never been to her Grams when she’s older…” 

“And when she’s older. I’ll tell her ‘bout the time her ‘Grams’ ran the car through the living room on Christmas Eve.” He stayed silent for a little longer and you moved your gaze from your intertwined hands to his creased brows. 

As best as you could, you pulled your other arm from under the covers and up to caress the side of his jaw, drawing his eyes back to you.

“I don’t wanna put her through that shit.” 

You nodded and offered a thin smile “No- I know.” then dropped your head back over his warm chest. “We don’t have to do anything. We’ll just stay here, watch somethin’ make breakfast… and maybe see the lights when it’s not so cold out.”

“You think she’ll like that?”

“Oh yeah,” You reassured. “Pjs all day, presents and The Grinch? She’s gonna eat that shit up.” Your words made Carmy chuckle again, the sour memory buried back as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. 

“I dunno why she likes that movie…” He murmured, adding kiss after kiss around your beaming face. “Fuckin’ green thing’s creepy.”

You laughed and slid your arms around his neck while he dropped slowly over your laying body. “Probably reminds her of you, you grinch.”

“Oh yeah? You think I’m a grinch?” Carmy teased, smiling as he continued to drag his lips along your skin, down the side of your jaw and to the little spot against your neck that drew shaky breaths.

One of his hands pushed against the plush mattress to hold himself up while the other began to rake smoothly up your naked thigh. You nodded in agreement, giggling when the soft curls tickled the side of your cheek.

“Save it for naptime-” You reminded him. “Your kid’s got the best timing-”

Almost like clockwork, three little knocks barely rattled the door and you raised your brows up at Carmy.  ‘Told ya’ you mouth at him then asked teasingly “Who is it?”.

A little giggle made it past the wood, followed by a tiny voice. “Me mamma!” And another three hurried knocks.

“Come in!” You sang back again as Carmy pushed himself off you and you leaned up just in time to hear the door creak and catch the tiny human hurling herself into the unmade bed. “Omf!”

“Merry Christmas!” She shouted with extended arms once she managed to balance herself over the duvet on her knees. 

She threw her tiny arms around both of your necks and pulled you in for a hug as tight as her little strength allowed her. You corresponded the embrace, one arm circling her, while the other hugged Carmy. 

“Oh merry Christmas, pretty girl! Did you go see what Santa brought you?” You asked, pushing back the wild hairs she had inherited from her father. She shook her head no. 

“Aren’t you curious?” Carmy asked and she nodded. “Cause I think I heard a little bell last night…”

That was enough to rattle her excitement even more, a gasp obvious over her flushed cheeks and before you could say anything else, she dragged herself off the bed and onto the floor. 

“C’mon Daddy!” The little girl ordered, taking his hand and dragging him out the room with her. 

Your smile beamed as you waved a teasing goodbye at him, then threw yourself back, stretching your limbs into the bed. 

“Mommy hurry up!” You heard travel through the hallway and sighed out a short laugh.

“Comin’!”

**********

“Vale, baby, not so close to the tv, okay?” You reminded the toddler from your space by the kitchen counter, slicing up fruit for breakfast.

“I don’t get it…” Carmy continued muttering by your side while whisking the batter. 

You sniggered at his tone and shrugged. The theme song to the movie played through the speakers again and you could hear her little voice sing along as the stuffy in her hands danced to the tune. 

“I mean, what even is he?”

“a who…” You answered obviously and he furrowed his brows again.

“a what?”

“No daddy-“ She turned around and pushed herself up on the back of the couch to try and appear bigger, stuffed grinch hanging loosely from one of her hands. “a who!”

You laughed as Carmen nodded jokingly, mouth trapped in an obvious ‘oh’ shape and the sound of your laugh made her giggle even harder, before carefully crawling off the couch and padding her way into the kitchen beside him.

“What’cha making?” She asked curiously, standing on her socked toes beside him but barely reaching the top of the counter with her nose.

“Pancakes. You wanna help?” He asked and she nodded excitedly. 

Carmy turned to you with a small smile while wiping his hands on his rag, then moved down to pick up the awaiting child, who wrapped her tiny legs as much as she could around his torso.

“Alright chef Valentina,” He began, making her giggle and curl up against his side. “ wanna pour the chips in?”

He sat her on the edge by the bowl and handed her the cup filled to the brim with chocolate chips. It took both of her little hands to hold it and with slightly clumsy movements, she poured them in slowly. 

“Atta girl…” He whispered, holding the bowl steady so she could whisk them in, and something about the sweetness in his tone warmed your heart.

You eyed them every few seconds, an ever present smile on your face. It really did warm your heart to see him that way, sweet and nurturing and kind. Carmy was what you always hoped to find in a partner one day, the kind of person you dreamed about but always assumed you’d never have; yet there he was, perfectly present as he helped your daughter flip pancakes for christmas breakfast. 

“Mommy look!” She called towards you, making your smile grow twice as big, if that was even possible.

“I see baby, good job!” You praised too and moved to their side.

She stood on her step stool over the pan, at a careful distance from the fire, while you and Carmy guarded her sides. A kiss was placed on her wild hair as you brushed your hand over her back then laced in into Carmy’s arm, leaning your head on his shoulder. A pleasant feeling of contentment washed over you.

**********

Breakfast took up most of your morning, between batter stains and sticky blueberry maple syrup, it was as if the tiring action of flipping a couple pancakes had worn your daughter out and before her plate was finished, her head had begun tipping into it every few seconds. 

Carmy chuckled as he watched her chew herself to sleep for the third time while he got up to start clearing out the table. 

“I got it.” You whispered, afraid to wake her up, though she was already out like a light against her high chair. “You go put her to bed.”

“Alright little grinch,” He cooed and as soon as he pulled her up from her chair, her limp body draped over his chest. “how does a nap sound?” 

Carmy kept mumbling sweet words and rubbing her back in a soothing manner as he carried her into the room. You would have joined them, but he was always the better one to put her to sleep. Something about him gave her a calming and safe sensation. 

While Carmy took his time in your daughter’s room, you began to tidy up the kitchen. The ending scenes of the grinch passed through and the last songs served as ambience while you worked. You hummed along to the soundtrack, washing the last few dishes, when an arm gingerly circled your waist and the warmth of his chest pressed to your back. 

“Merry Christmas.” He whispered beside your ear, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek as a beautifully wrapped box appeared in front of you.

You half turned to him with a soft smile pushing up against your cheeks. “Carm, we said no presents…”

“Just open it… you’re gonna love it.” Carmy said with his characteristic shy smile as he took the soapy dish from you and handed you a drying rag.

You dried your palms and took the small box with caution. After undoing the ribbon and slowly pulling off the lid, a beautiful heart locket shone back at you, taking your breath away. With a slow finger you traced the soft ridges and the delicate designs, as if a piece of lace had been dipped in molten gold then shaped into the small work of art

“Oh Bear, it's beautiful…” 

“And you can open it too” He added and unhooked his arm from around your hip to take the box back in his hands. 

Carefully, he picked  it up and pinched the sides open to reveal a tiny photo inside. It was from a few months back, you remembered the day. The Bear had just received its second star and Carmy and Syd had decided to close that day to offer another friends & family dinner. Richie had taken it outside the restaurant just before service. Carmy stood in the middle, with his pristine chef’s whites slightly unbuttoned, Val sat on his shoulders in her best dress and full of glee and you leaned onto his side, left hand cupping his cheek and glowing engagement ring full on display.

You sucked in your bottom lip to avoid the tears threatening to spill out, then turned to him fully and beamed with joy up at him. “You’re right, I love it.” 

His proud smile reached the little creases decorating the sides of his eyes before he leaned down to kiss you with adoration. 

Before he could go any further, Carmy blindly placed the necklace back into its box, then slid his fingers past your jaw, burying them in your hair. The movement of his desperate lips over yours left you breathless and despite not wanting to, you moved your face to the side to inhale a few deep and shaky breaths. He stayed glued to your skin, peppering wet kisses over your cheek, jaw and holding your hair up above your neck to grant him greater access into the area.

His other hand roamed down the side of your curves until it reached your hips, then it slid under the thin fabric of your shirt and up again, where it found your naked chest. His thumb skimmed over the tender skin of your nipple, making your hands tighten their grasp around the nape of his neck and sigh out another breath.

“Is she…” You tried to ask but failed as he continued his soft movements. 

“Asleep? Yeah.” He answered in a deep tone and hungry searched your lips once more.

With each stroke of his thumb and pull on your hair, you could feel him grow harder against your abdomen and the images crossing your mind didn’t help calm the arousal in your gut either.

“Good.” You smiled against his kiss and pulled him in deeper. “Room. Now.”

That’s all it took before he nodded rapidly and began taking quick steps forward, guiding you through the short hallway and into your bedroom, shutting the door lightly. Once at the foot of the bed, Carmy pulled your shirt off in one swift movement and dumped it somewhere on the floor. Now both of his hands held you by your ribcage, both palms massaging your chest and pulling little moans from your joined mouths.

“Fuck- I love you so much.” He groaned, slowly dropping you against the mattress and without daring to detach from your kiss, followed close behind.

Your hands found their own way to his hips, desperately pulling at the hem of his shirt until it was over his head in seconds, disheveling his hair even more. “I love you so much.” You mumbled back. 

Your clothes laid discarded around the room in a few seconds, leaving you buried in between the covers and him. A long sigh parted your chest when you finally felt the sweet relief of his cock inside you, matching his tempo with the strokes of his tongue against yours. Your legs parted even deeper to make space for his thrusts, one thigh wrapped around his hips to accentuate them even harder.

“Fuck- Carm-” You moaned close to his face, trying to be as quiet as you could with him slamming into you.

“Shh, shh- you’re doin’ so good baby-” He praised as he adjusted his weight on his arm and wrapped the other around your thigh, pulling it higher up. “God, you feel so- fuuck”

His movements faltered for a second and he gave a soft breathy laugh that fanned the side of your face, then he placed another kiss over your collar bone and began to slam even faster into you. 

Your soft cries vibrated against his skin and fueled his pace, almost rocking the headboard against the wall. Carmy rested his forehead against yours, looking directly into your eyes as he pulled your other leg up and spaced them both beside your elbows. The new change in position had you feeling him so deep in your core you could almost taste him and the way your eyes started to lose focus plastered a grin across his face.

“You love it when I fuck you like that, huh?” He asked in a breathless tone, but all you could do was nod frantically. “So fuckin’ beautiful…” He mumbled over and over.

Each stroke felt deeper than the last, the only indication of your upcoming orgasm was the brows screwed over your face and the trembling of your thighs. Carmy rocked himself continuously into you until you couldn’t take it anymore. A thousand little lights exploded behind your eyes, making your back arch away from the bed and your nails dig into his sturdy shoulders. Your walls contracted against his thick cock as he pushed in a few more strokes, before his chest shuttered with a contained groan and he let himself fall carefully over your panting chest.

Carmy pushed himself off you with effort and rolled to your side, then hooked his arm under your shoulders and pulled you to rest over his still rapidly beating heart.

“How does a nap sound?” He whispered over your head after a few silent minutes.

You chuckled at his tone but nodded in agreement, tracing little shapes over his chest until his beats took a more relaxed tempo and the breaths fanning over your hair grew longer and heavier.

**********

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[proudtobeahuskie]

Wild Thoughts

You’re sitting courtside at the Indiana Fever game, there to support Angel as she plays in yet another intense matchup. It’s been a close game, and tensions are high as the Fever fans grow more vocal and aggressive with their jeers, especially since Angel’s team is pulling ahead.

You’re used to the atmosphere—heck, being with Angel Reese, you’ve seen your fair share of fierce rivalries—but tonight, something feels different. The fans around you start getting particularly rowdy, and before you know it, one of them makes a rude comment about Angel. You try to brush it off, but then someone steps forward and starts shouting directly at you.

“Reese isn’t all that! Why are you even here supporting her? She’s not gonna win tonight!” one of them sneers. Another grabs a drink, looking like they’re about to throw it your way.

Before you can react, the drink splashes down, narrowly missing you, and things escalate. Fever fans close in, hurling insults, and you start feeling cornered.

But just when things are about to get worse, you hear a familiar voice cut through the chaos. “Yo, back off!”

It’s Angel. She’s stormed over from the court, fury flashing in her eyes. She pushes through the crowd of fans, standing in front of you protectively, her presence commanding enough to make most of them step back.

“I don’t care what team you support,” Angel growls, her gaze locked on the people who had been harassing you. “You mess with her, you mess with me. Y’all wanna disrespect my girl? That’s not happening.”

The Fever fans quiet down, but Angel isn’t done. She turns to a security guard nearby, her voice firm. “Get these people out of here.”

Security quickly steps in, dispersing the crowd, and you feel a wave of relief wash over you. Angel turns to you, her expression softening as she cups your face gently. “You okay? I’m so sorry you had to deal with that.”

You nod, shaken but grateful. “I didn’t want to cause a scene.”

Angel smirks, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “Hey, they were the ones who caused it. I’m just making sure they know not to mess with my girl.”

She pulls you into a hug, and you feel safe in her arms, knowing she’s always got your back—on and off the court.

[bellysoupset]

"Figured where do I know your face from," Vince said, sitting in front of Max in the teacher's lounge. Mr. Daniels was pushing the food around on his plate.

"Yeah?" he asked, uninterested, "where's that?"

"You broke my arm when I was 10," Vince glared at the other man, who let out a little snort, still staring at his plate. When Vince didn't chuckle too, he frowned and looked up.

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Yeah," Vince sat before him, eyebrows raised, "you're the big kid in the playground who bullied me when I moved here."

Max let out a groan, letting his fork fall back down on the plate, "aw man, I'm sorry. Middle schooler me was a shithead," he grimaced, "I don't remember breaking anyone's arm, though, I'm really really sorry."

Vince rolled his eyes, unimpressed, "well, but you did..." he frowned then, noticing Max waxy pallor, "what's wrong with you?"

"Generally? Right now?" the other man shrugged, quirking an eyebrow and causing Vince to let out an annoyed sigh.

"We've established you're a shithead generally, so I meant specifically at this moment," he clarified and Max let out a chuckle at that, scratching at his cheek.

"I think it's just a hangover," he shrugged.

Vince raised his eyebrows, on a Tuesday? Damn whoever said teachers didn't have fun.

"Shithead indeed," he sighed, getting up once more, "don't hold my kids back today."

"Sure, sure, I never do," Mr. Daniels waved him off and Vince wrinkled his nose with annoyance, before walking out of the teacher's lounge.

Most teachers ate in the lounge, but it wasn't a requirement, so Vince went to the parking lot and found a nice bench in the shadow, unwrapping his lunch and scrolling through his social media. It was a nice break after a morning packed with kids, to be reminded the adult world still existed out there.

Luke had already flooded his DMs with memes and there were two texts from Wendy, one being an outfit check of her in gym clothes that had his heart skipping a beat.

Vince typed a cheeky response to her texts, smiling at his phone, only to hear a snort.

"Well, hello, Mr. Monacelli," he would recognize his sister's voice anywhere. Sophia's hair was up in a ponytail and she sat next to him on the bench, "why are you smiling at your phone?"

"None of your business, now, is it?" Vince scoffed, "where's the rest of your mean girls pack?"

"Hurling up their lunches in the bathroom," Sophia said, jokingly putting her finger inside her mouth and Vince wrinkled his nose in distaste. He really couldn't understand how his middle sister had such an acid sense of humor, nothing like the rest of the family.

"That's horrible to say, Soph-"

"Yeah, yeah," she rolled her eyes, criss-crossing her legs, "you can't embarrass me in class."

Vince snorted, "embarrass you?"

"Yeah," Sophia glared at him, "none of your i'm-a-cool-teacher jokes, nu-uh. Don't even mention you're my brother, you're gonna ruin my reputation."

"I'll make sure to fail you, just so they know there's no special treatment," Vince turned back to his sandwich, "or maaaybe I'm gonna bring up your super embarrassing crush on my best friend."

"Are you never gonna let that go?" Sophia jumped up, glaring at him, her cheeks turning red, "I was a kid!"

"It was literally six months ago," Vince grinned, "get out of my sight, kid."

"You're so mean," she pouted, "I'm gonna leave you a terrible teacher review."

Vince rolled his eyes, chuckling as the girl stomped away. He loved her dearly and it was really nice to be back in her life, but Sophia was also the most annoying person he knew.

She was also a senior, which wasn't a good thing, because Vin was already struggling to make the older kids respect him and he knew it wouldn't be any easier if his influential little sister decided to make his life a living hell in the classroom.

Hopefully Sophia was just bark and no bite.

It was to no one's surprise when his last class rolled on and yet he met an empty classroom. Vince sighed, glancing at his watch. Fucking Daniels, again.

He was going to strangle that man.

Vince was already ready to stomp out of the room and forcefully retrieve his kids, when suddenly the door opened. He straightened up, ready to face the swarm of frustrated teenagers, as they always were after chemistry class, but instead it was just Sophia.

Alone, which was all the more worrying, her blue eyes were huge on her face.

"What's wrong?" Vince asked, talking over her as his sister said:

"Mr. Daniel's is really sick and we don't know what to do... Can you help?"

Oh great, Vince thought, stepping out of the classroom, "what happened exactly?"

"He was off all class, but we said nothing- And then like, just now he suddenly stopped talking and barfed everywhere and-" her voice dipped, switched to Italian as Sophia groaned, "it's so gross, Vin."

Vince sighed as he followed her down the hallways to the chemistry room, "why didn't you call up a nurse?"

"We didn't want to get him in trouble..." Sophia frowned, planting her hands on her hips, "you're not gonna get him in trouble, right? He's cool."

And hungover, Vince thought bitterly, but despite his feelings he nodded, "I'm not," he promised, "stay out here, I know vomit makes you sick."

She let out a grateful sigh, slumping against the hallway wall as Vince entered the room.

It was truly a sight to be seen, fucking spectacular. Vince had no idea how he was supposed to not report the fact that Mr. Daniels had somehow managed to puke on his own boots and in a large puddle in the middle of the room.

He was folded in half, bracing against one of the tables and most of the teenagers were pushed to the opposite side of the room, looking completely horrified.

"Alright everyone show's over," Vince said, gesturing to the kids, "you have history class now, go get some water and then to the classroom, shoo."

Despite his somewhat harsh words, most of them looked visibly relieved there was an adult in the room. Vince cringed as he saw some kids that were almost green with sympathy nausea, he just hoped he wouldn't have to deal with that as well.

Once the classroom cleared out, Vince approached the other teacher, who was still mute, save for a couple hiccups and little sniffles.

"Okay... So hangover, uh?" Vince couldn't help but say, touching the man's back and Max let out a loud groan.

"No," he rasped, "no way this is a hangover. I'd never- Not in front of them..." his voice trailed off and he shuddered violently, "my head is killing me."

That didn't really help his i'm-not-hungover case, Vince thought, forcing the shorter guy to straighten up. He immediately grimaced, realizing why Max had stayed in that position. There was vomit down his band t-shirt and clinging to his auburn beard.

Without thinking Vince touched his cheek, then forehead and let out a sigh. The guy was burning up.

"I have good news and bad news," Vince said, side stepping the beige mess on the floor and pulling Max to a clearer patch, before pushing him to sit down in one of the chairs.

The blonde fell like a ragdoll, spreading his legs and wrapping an arm around his stomach, "good news is that I didn't shit my pants?"

Vince scowled, "good news is that you're sick, so this means we can tell the nurse and you're not gonna get penalized for hurling in front of the kids."

Max let out a little huff at that, "terrible good news-" then he hiccupped and groaned, "get me the bin..."

Vince couldn't believe there was anything in the guy, after seeing such copious amount of vomit. He also couldn't help a wave of sympathy as he thought of how much Mr. Daniel's reputation was fucked after getting sick in front of the seniors.

He planted the bin in front of the guy and then crouched next to him, carefully pulling Max' curtain of blonde hair and tying it on the back of his neck, "you're gonna be fine for a minute? I'm gonna go get a janitor."

Max let out a sickly burp inside the bin, raising a thumb up.

Once Vince got back in the room, now followed by the janitor - Maurice, who was also a relic from his school years - Max had folded on himself all over again, both arms wrapped around his stomach, head resting on the school desk.

"Man, c'mon," Vince sighed, frustrated, "try and help yourself, the principal is gonna have your head..."

"Uhm," Max groaned, "I don't- I don't feel well..."

Maurice let out a snort, "you'd think he's feeling fine after throwing up everything he ever ate," the man teased and Vince couldn't help but chuckle at that, grabbing Max' arm.

"You'd think," he agreed, pulling the blonde up, "c'mon, nurse's office. You have someone who can pick you up?"

"What...?" Max's gaze was all dazed. At least he had managed to clear the vomit from his beard, probably with his hand and wiped on his jeans. Vince grimaced at the mental image.

"Someone to come get you?" Vince repeated, pulling the guy down the hallway, "you're out of it."

There were curious faces on the hallways, kids out for a bathroom break stopping to watch them and Vince sped up, causing Max to stumble and collapse against his side.

"I'm gonna hurl again," the man mumbled and Vince shook his head.

"C'mon, we're almost there-" he wrapped an arm around the other teacher's waist and pulled Max against him, making them walk even faster.

The minute they got inside the nurse's office, Max turned to the big flower pot and heaved, his whole back arching as he let out a deafening retch and brought up a mouthful of bile.

"Goodness heaven's, Mr. Daniels!?" the nurse exclaimed. Mrs. Doyle was elderly and never used to do anything back when Vince was a student but tell the kids to go back to class. At least now she couldn't tell them that.

"He's got a really high fever," Vince said, keeping a hand planted on Daniels' back, as the man braced against the wall and continued to heave, not a thought given to Mrs. Doyle's sad palm tree, "and he's been sick," a lot, Vin mentally completed.

"Uhm- Well, he can lie down in my office... I'll get him so gatorade, until he feels-"

"Just let me go home, for fuck's sake," Max groaned, his voice all raspy and Mrs. Doyle frowned at the swear word.

"I don't think I can release you when you're this sick, I need-"

"I'm not a fucking kid," Max turned to glare at her and Vince stepped between them, glaring at the man.

"Then don't behave like one. You can't drive like this, either let Mrs. Doyle call someone or sit in the office and wait until classes are over and I'll drive you," he said strongly, causing Max to raise his dazed eyes at him and scowl.

"There's no one to pick me up," he groaned and Vince sighed, dropping his shoulders.

"Then go lie down, I'm just gonna finish my class and I can drive you," he turned to Mrs. Doyle, who was stunned into silence, "he can stay, right?"

"Of course..." She frowned, "you're the Monacelli's kid? Little Vince?" she suddenly held her hand down to her hip and Vince blushed, while Max let out a raspy chortle.

Vince nodded, his whole face aflame, "I'm gonna go, I have a bunch of teenagers to calm down. Hopefully you're not contagious, otherwise our lives will be hell for the next weeks."

Max groaned, stumbling forward towards the nurse's office, "yeah, don't count on it."

[fanficonly]

Wenclair x Reader -

What Are You?- Chapter 9

Getting back into posting semi-regularly only like a week after the last update... I call that progress... Enjoy 😋

"Excuse me?" Your tone is very offensive and you can't quite process what is happening.

"Wednesday what did we talk about?" Enid placed her hands on her hips, waiting for her oblivious girlfriend to grasp the social implications of the sentence she just so casually used.

"My apologies let me start at the beginning" she looks to Enid for approval and Enid nods turning back to you. "We know you weren't wandering the halls cause you wish to appease your appetite" she states accusingly

'Play dumb,play dumb, play dumb' your mind screams at you

"Uhhh what exactly are you accusing me of?" You reply, extremely confused because why was it such a crime to be out in the halls at 10:30pm? And what makes her an expert on what you were doing? And what the hell has that got to do with you literally having the demand to strip hurled your way by the petite woman?

"No accusations, we are merely suspicious of you" Wednesday narrowed her eyes as panic flooded throughout your body. Crap! This is not what you needed right now. These 2 were relentless. How are you suppose to limit your weirdly growing feelings towards the 2 if in just 24 hours they have made it their mission to be around you invading your space like a rag-tag alien duo on a mission for information.

"Why? You barely know me?" Was all that you could think to say. Like don't get you wrong, you're flattered they are even the slightest bit interested in you, even if it is just because they are weary of you but still it didn't make sense. Surely you were just another outcast to them, why did they care ...noone else ever has.

Well sure the whole draining Enid part obviously peaked thier interest but you didn't think it would go this far. In fact you expected to be attacked by Wednesday and then for both girls to avoid you the rest of the year. Which, as much as it would be soul crushing, was better than hurting the only 2 people you had even remotely connected with in years.

Both girls remained silent and you became fidgety with the lack of noise or explanation. They were looking at eachother now not saying a word and merely making faces. Well... Enid was making faces, Wednesday on the other hand remained straight-faced and unmoving.

"So are you gonna tell us who or what attacked you?" Enid suddenly spoke completely changing the subject.

"Nothing attacked me I told you it was an accident just me being clumsy" You're not sure why you feel the need to even explain. You could just deflect since you barely know these girls but something about them caused you to have an internal conflict when lying to them.

"How dense do you think we are?" Wednesday deadpanned, not buying a single word of what you were saying.

Try Harder.

Convince them.

Wednesday moves towards her bed lightly frustrated with your uncooperative nature and pulls out what can only be described as a surgeons dream suitcase full of torturous looking tools.

"What are you doing?" you take a step back eyes fixated on the array of sharp instruments, holding your hands up in defense. You understood she was violent but was she really going to cut yo with a thousand knives?! A psychopath really shouldn't be this attractive to you ... It's troubling to say the least.

"Relax I told Wednesday she wasn't allowed to torture information out of you" Enid smiled way to widely for someone who just implied that they had discussed causing you grievous bodily harm but the wink it was paired with was even more disconcerting.

"It would make things a lot easier my dear" Wednesday hummed from behind Enid, lightly irritated by the power that her girlfriend had over her.

"Babe we discussed this" Enid's smile never wavered and instead she spoke through gritted teeth, trying to convince you that you were in no danger. Honestly, the smile that pulled at your own lips was of a betraying nature considering they were literally talking about the fact they had pre-discussed torturing you. But they were just so ... Funny and cute and- stop it! You free yourself from the cage you were about to trap yourself in.

"Yes dear" Wednesday folded. It seemed rather unnatural for a woman of her standing but you chose not to pry, instead changing the subject

"Ok lovely to know you won't be inflicting any harm on me but what's with the umm- the surgical equipment then?" you point to the devices and relax slightly, still keeping your guard raised.

"I do usually use these to inflict harm but they can heal all the same." Wednesday speaks arranging the tools neatly across her table

well that's terrifying.

You flit your eyes between Wednesday and the sharp instruments, unable to hide the discomfort you feel and then ultimately look towards Enid with a pleading look.

"I Promise it's safe. Wednesday has extensive medical training" Enid walks closer to you, hands raise to show you that she was not trying to hurt you.

"Umm well I just-" How do you get out of this! There's no way they are going to let you leave but if you stay that means more questions and more questions means more suspicions raised.

"Look" Enid raised her shirt exposing her torso ever so slightly and it's as if by instinct you look away. What was she doing, this kind of exposure made you physically ache with desire. Once she reaches you however she takes a breath and says "Mine healed". This sparks your interest and you slowly trail your eyes to her torso

You're eyes widen at the sight of 4 large scars painted across her hip.

"Oh my god what happened?" you can't hide your concern, it looked painful almost like the person or thing that inflicted them was attempting to kill rather than injure.

"I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours" she speaks more seriously this time and you can't help but let out a breathy "huh" as Enid lowers her shirt, a small innocent smile playing on her lips, teasing you.

"Well played" you mumble, rolling your eyes.

Before you can say anything else or Enid has a chance to respond you hear Wednesday's voice

"Enid come here darlin I need your claws" she didn't turn away from the desk until Enid skipped over to her effortlessly retracting her colourful claws.

Wednesday craned her neck slightly up and whispered something in Enid's ear and you watch as her eyes flick to you quickly then back to Wednesday. She kisses the pale girls cheek and you hear Wednesday say "Take this" and the 2 move in sync, the image of what they are doing hidden by there bodies "Here" Wednesday says again.

This is your chance , while they are distracted, just creep towards the door slowly and quietly and ...

No that would never work they could just corner you tomorrow. But you could just avoid them, give you time to think of an explanation? You did need to be stitched up but you had also already called your wicked godmother, regardless of whether she had answered or not. But could you even trust Wednesday near you with a literal murder weapon? Thoughts swirl in your head violently as you try to make a decision.

Quick you're running out of time!

Fuck it. You decide to do exactly what you had originally planned after much deliberation in your own head.

You take a step back. No indication that either of the girls had noticed. Thank God they were so focused on the equipment instead of you. So you continue to walk backwards, finally reaching for the door after moving agonisingly slowly towards it and never taking your eyes off of thier backs.

Your hand lightly twist the door a very very quiet click is heard and you wince at the noise, your eyes jumping to Enid and Wednesday who still seemed oblivious.

Right as you go to swing the door open and make a break for it, the door knob slips from between your grasp and a loud BANG! From the door closing shudders throughout the room

"What the-" was that magic? Who the fuck slammed the door shut? You eye the door up and down then physically jump at the sight of a disembodied hand at the foot of the door wagging its finger at you "Holy fu-" you hold your hands down in defense much like you had when the mouse had scuttled it's way towards you and then turn your head towards the eyes in the room.

Wednesday and Enid made no attempt to move from where they were stood and instead both stared at you, arms crossed in disapproval of your failed escape attempt.

"Thank You Thing" Wednesday says politely still looking at you eyebrows raised. Right now you're not sure whether to die from embarrassment being bested by a hand or to drop to your knees and plead not guilty.

Plan failed.

"Uhhhh, I was just-" you're kind of glad you were interrupted because even you weren't sure what half arsed explanation your brain would muster up for you anyway.

"Trying to escape we know" Wednesday deadpans and the way her eyes drill into your soul is either really unsettling or incredibly captivating... You haven't decided which yet.

"She's not a prisoner Wednesday" Enid's disapproval moved towards Wednesday then back to you reassuringly "Youre not a prisoner Y/N" she sighs out making her way towards you, Wednesday following suit as if magnetically connected to the blonde

"Kind of feels like I am" you let out a nervous laugh while side-eyeing ... What did Wednesday call it ... Thing?

"Leave if you must Y/N I am only trying to help" Wednesday spoke

"In return for what though?" you weren't used to getting things without anything expected in return. Someone helps you, you owe them a favour it's as simple as that. And although you hadn't known them all that long you're brain was bombarded with various dangerous scenarios you may end up in trying to make up for everything.

"An explanation of who and what you are" Wednesday says and stares at you expectantly. Well you knew she was straightforward but damn tell me what you want straight up why don't you.

"Wednesday!" Enid shot her girlfriend a look. Clearly subtlety was not Wednesday's strong suit

"Heh she's straightforward I'll give you that" you find yourself smirking at Enid as if admiring her choice of mate.

"Not a lot of anything else she does is straight don't worry" Enid pipes up taking the opportunity to lighten the mood and you let out a surprised laugh at the witty response.

Her girlfriend however simply rolls her eyes at the joke, but fails to suppress the small smile that flashes across her features for a millisecond. Then her face twists into one of annoyance

"You want honesty?" Wednesday took a step forward offensively, wide eyes threatening you And although you were slightly terrified you pursed your lips rubbing your chin and taking a more loose step forward yourself

"Yes I do" you found yourself challenging the girl, tilting your head.

"You don't know who you're messing with" Wednesday warned and you watched as Enid tugged harshly at Wednesdays sleeve, silently trying to end the impending conflict

"I like to think I could take you" you fold your arms. You weren't one to back down from a fight ... As long as that fight wasn't with ... Certain people in your life.

"Enid she's a comedian" Wednesday eerily tilted her head to the side, mirroring your actions and eventhough it shook you to your very core you told yourself to suck it up and sarcastically said

"Why thank you" performing a courtesy and smiling.

"Listen-" she starts but you can't risk her coming up with an airtight argument against you

"No you listen I appreciate what you're trying to do but this is bigger than-" and yet you were still interrupted obviously failing at asserting any kind of dominance. But really what hand did you have to play here

"Stop talking." She demanded, finally some kind of emotion peaking out from beneath her icy exterior.

"What I-" again she didn't let you finish.

"You want honesty?" She asked rhetorically again "You. Hurt. Enid" each word felt like a thousand cuts and all you could do was submit and look away in shame, prompting Wednesday to continue "And yet I am still here offering you aid in your time of need because it is what Enid wants and quite frankly I would like to help you aswell and I am not sure why so let me help you or don't..." She begins to move towards you with a fiery and threatening posture "but just understand this you do not want me as an enemy I will make sure that every moment in your life becomes nothing more than a waking nightmare and- " the passion, the fire, the energy she exerted was mesmerising and you're sure it's the most she's spoken in one breath since you met her.

"Okayyyyyy" Enid placed herself between the two of you. With each word Wednesday got closer and closer to you and honestly the relief you felt seeing the back of the blonde's head before Wednesday reached you was incredible

"You're right" you sigh in defeat "I'm sorry and I know that's not enough but I would like to make it up to you... The both of you" Everything Wednesday said was right and although you couldn't share much with them, all they had done so far is try to help so you could accept the help and start making amends. In fact you were going to accept the help and start making amends immediately.

She nods at you then motions for you to sit on the bed.

"I've just always been taught to be defensive I know you're only trying to help" you continue trying to settle the Seer even more so before she took a needle to your skin

"I believe you... now... I ask you once again to take your top off" Wednesday repeats and this time you can't help but reply

"More like an order but okay" unbuttoning your shirt nonetheless only pausing when Enid chimes in

"I know it's hot isn't it" she smirks and you laugh a little and weirdly enough find yourself nodding in agreement

"Enid" Wednesday's voice says it all and with no more words spoken the blonde submits.

"Sorry babe" she mumbles trying to dull her excitement.

What is going on?! You're really unsure of everything now. How quickly you switch between hating eachother and helping eachother. It's like Enid was the peacekeeper, the balance ... And to be honest the flirt and Wednesday was... Ohhhh now you understand why they work so well together.

So you do exactly as instructed and continue to take your shirt off, unbuttoning it slowly and rather timidly at that.

"Sorry it's a little awkward" you nervously laugh letting the shirt fall off your shoulders

"It's perfectly fine we have already seen-" Enid's words tangle into a grunt as Wednesday harshly elbows her in an attempt to stop her from talking.

"What?" You halt your actions, your chest half exposed and now suspicion filling your gut while continuing to remove the item of clothing but slower this time with more distrust.

"I meeean- it's nothing we haven't seen before you know, we're all women here" Enid laughs it off but you're still skeptical.

You had every right to be as at this very moment, Thing had been inspecting the box you came in with and as he popped open the lid the mouse you had so triumphantly caught earlier scurried out hurriedly and ran down the table leg.

""Ah nooo I just caught you you little- " and again your words fall short when you watch the mouse run towards Wednesday, scuttle up her leg and practically dive into her pocket

Your mouth slowly falls open in mortifying realisation.

"You ..." You say the word accusingly pointing a finger at both girls and slowly rising from the bed, as you consider pulling the shirt back up over your shoulders

"Y/N its not what you think" Enid screeched out defensively

"It's probably close to what she is currently thinking" Wednesday rebutted, not helping the situation AT ALL.

"You guys were..." With each passing moments your mind fills in the blanks. They never left! They were there the whole time! While you were undressing and calling your- oh god...

"No no it's not it's not what you think" Enid is stumbling over her words now but nothing could stop you from the information encasing your head with fears and doubts galore.

"She's a smart girl I'm sure she'll connect the dots" Wednesday smirks as if enjoying the thrill of being caught in a lie.

"Wednesday!" Enid yells face palming and shaking her head

[darknights04]

For the Dancing and the Dreaming

Pairings: pirate!Eddie x mermaid!reader

Summary: The dread pirate Eddie Munson decided he wanted a mermaid. And once the captain's mind is made up, there's no changing it. When the captain meets you, however, he may just change his opinion on the beasts.

Warnings: Blood (slightly), not proof read

Masterlist

Mermaids.

That was the quest the dread pirate Munson decided to take his crew on today. Were the crew scared? Yes. But they knew better than to go against Eddie when he put his mind to it. No matter how badly they wanted to scream “HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST IT?! WE’LL BE KILLED!” 

But Eddie was their captain. What he says goes. Even if it may be a death sentence. 

“All hands! Batten down the hatches!” Eddie was heard calling out from his spot behind the wheel. “Watch out for those waves!” 

“It’s the mermaids,” his first mate and right hand man, Steve, had concluded. “They’re protecting the cove.” 

“Well, they’ve yet to encounter us. Gonna take more that a few splashes of water to turn us around. Right men?!” 

Small shouts of agreement came from the rest of the crew, hurriedly securing everything on the deck so it wasn’t lost to the waves. 

“Drop a rowboat!” Eddie next commanded. “We must row the rest of the way in.” 

The men followed in suit, running towards the ropes that help up their rowboats. 

“Now,” Eddie continued. “Which of you is joining me in the cove?” 

Everyone looked around at one another, none volunteering. Eddie looked at each of the men om board, each immediately looking away so as to not make any sort of eye contact. 

“I’ll join you,” Steve had sighed after more moments of silence. 

“No. No you stay behind to guard the ship. If we go down you’re next in command.” Eddie continued looked around before his eyes landed on one person in particular. “Dustin,” he grinned, an audible whine left the boy’s lips as he noticeably slumped. “And Robin.” 

“Why me?” she began to complain. 

“I dunno, you’re a girl aren’t ya?”

“So?”

“Maybe the creatures will feel more comfortable around you.” 

“I see something!” their lookout, Lucas, had called from the bow of the ship. “In the water, straight ahead!”

Everyone ran to where the boy was standing to look for what he was referring to. Sure enough, there was a head bobbing on top of the waves, long hair billowing out behind it. Half the men were in awe. The other half, scared to death. Eddie didn’t take the bait. He watched the creature with careful eyes as he lowered their row boat slowly down into the water, unbeknownst to her. He knew that if she saw them they’d be dead in an instant. The larger ship would not be as easy a target. 

While the rest of the men were entranced by the mermaid in the water, more began to pop up. One by one, the ship was surrounded. 

“Plug your ears, men!” Steve shouted at the helm. “Don’t let their songs reach them!” 

Like clockwork, as soon as the men on board plugged their ears, they started to sing. Will nearly had to catch Mike by the collar of his shirt cause he was a second too late and nearly jumped clear over board and into the sea. 

“Shouldn’t we help them?” Dustin whispered from his spot on the rowboat. “What if they attack?” 

“Steve’s got it,” Eddie assured. “Our goal is their cove. They always leave the weaker ones behind while attacking.” 

“So the rest of the crew is to act as bait then?” Robin realized. 

“Distraction,” he corrected. “As long as they stay prepared, the beasts won’t be able to sink them.”

“And if we lose some to their siren song?” 

Right as the question left Robin’s lips, the trio heard a war cry screamed from the water near the boat. As they glanced back in fear, they saw the hoard of mermaids leaping to action, hurling themselves towards the ship in formation. 

“Go,” Dustin told Eddie with his eyes wide. “Go! Row! Row! Row!” 

Eddie didn’t need and more urging to increase the speed at which he was rowing their boat towards the cove. 

“Quiet,” Eddie ordered as they pulled the boat ashore. “We don’t know how many they left behind. They should be in the heart of the cove.” 

Eddie removed his heavy coat and took his guns from their holsters, trying to limit the amount of noise he generated. Robin and Dustin followed suit, all keeping their swords in their spot on their hip just in case. 

The trio was in awe at the sights that waited for them past the beach. There were trees hanging towards the ground, leaves swaying in the wind. Waterfalls and babbling brooks could be heard running over the top of rocks in every direction. The grass seemed greener than everywhere else, the water more blue and yet also clearer. They wouldn’t have been surprised if a unicorn had emerged from the bushes at any moment. It was magical. 

While the three were marveling at the sights around them. Eddie heard it. Humming. Coming from a nearby pool in the center of the trees. He motioned to the others and put his finger to hips lips, signaling them to be quiet as he carefully drew out his sword, the others following. As they drew closer, Eddie couldn’t help but feel he knew the tune from somewhere. 

His suspicions were confirmed, however, when you began singing. 

“I’ll swim and sail on savage seas…” she sung, mostly under your breath and just to yourself. “With n’er a fear of drowning.” 

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat. It was the song his mother would sing to him as a child. Well before she passed. One of his few remaining memories of her. 

“And gladly ride the waves of life…” you continued, a bit louder but still slow and drawn out. “If you will marry me…” 

As you said the last line, Dustin seemed to realized you were a mermaid singing, and the fear of being bewitched made him shoot his hands up to cup his ears, dropping the sword he was holding in turn. 

“No!” Eddie whispered in protest, reaching for the droppen weapon, but was just a second too late as it clattered to the ground. 

You gasped at the sound, turning towards the group and quickly retreating away after seeing them, disappearing into the shadows. 

Eddie’s eyes went wide. He had put too much planning into this voyage to lose it all now. He had to do something and quickly. 

“No scorching sun, nor freezing cold,” he sang back. His voice far more raspy and no where near as smooth. “Would stop me on my journey.” 

Eddie motioned for Robin and Dustin to stay behind as he took a few cautious steps towards you, continuing to sing. “If you would promise me your heart… And love…” 

He stood with his hand outstreatch towards you, urging you to come forward. Everyone stood in silence for a long moment. Waiting to see how you would respond. It was evident that not even you knew the answer. Tensions were high. No one knew what would happen next. 

Eddie had nearly lost hope after a few more moments of silence. That was until you took another breath. “And love me for eternity…” you sang. Eddie let out a sigh of relief as you moved from the shadows, slowly and cautiously approaching the man. 

“My dearest one, my darling dear. Your mighty words astound me.”

As you got closer to Eddie, he approached the edge of the water, attempting to meet you in the middle. Dustin was watching with fear the whole time, afraid you would snap at any moment. No matter how you seemed on the outside, you was still a mermaid. The same breed of mermaids that were attacking their friends not a thousand feet down the coast. 

Your lips turned to a shy smile as you continued singing towards Eddie. “But I’ve no need for mightly deeds when I feel your arms around me.” 

Eddie knelt down onto he kness, trying to encourage you to be comfortable enough to approach him more. 

“My mother sang that song to me,” he said softly, smiling to himself as the memories came flooding back. 

By now, you were intrigued. You wanted to know more about the pirate in front of you. He sat in silence after mentioning his mother. You watched as his smile went from a happy smile reminiscing on the past to a sad, sorrowful one. You knew nothing about him, yet wanted to comfort him. You reached out your hand for him to take. Just a small gesture of comfort, it was all you could think to do. His sad smile became a little happier as he connected your hands. He was taught that mermaids were heartless beasts. That they could not feel and would stab you in the back any chance they got. 

That must have been the fear Robin felt as she saw her captain in such a vulnerable spot with you, as she dashed forward to protect him. Becoming afraid again, you turned around, trying to swim off as fast as you could. Before you got the chance to get far enough, Robin acted quickly, driving her sword down into the sand, catching the edge of your tail in the process. 

“You got her!” Dustin celebrated as your could no longer swim away. Eddie’s eyes went wide as he watched the blood trailing from your fin and becomming diluted in the water. You turned around to face Robin and all Eddie could see on your face… was fear. Sure it was warranted granted you were completely at the mercy of pirates… but he was taught that mermaid felt no emotion. And as far as he knew, fear was an emotion. 

“Let’s get it back to the crew,” Robin said, wasting no time in grabbing your arms to hoist you out of the water. You tried to fight her grasp. Your writhed and screamed to no avail. Robin felt as though she was trying to tame a wild cat with the way you scratched at her hands. “Dustin, come help me!” 

Dustin rushed to her aid to help and drag you from the pool of water. Despite your attempts to escape, they succeeded. 

Almost immediately after you left the water, your tail shrunk and separated into to legs. You stopped your squirming to escape and instead moved you arms to cover yourself, the lack of clothes making you feel quite vulnerable. It only took a moment of Robin and Dustin continuing to drag you across the ground that Eddie stepped in. 

“Enough!” he nearly screamed at the two. 

“Captain?” Dustin asked, confused. They were, after all, just doing as he asked.

Saying nothing, Eddie took off his coat and threw it over your shoulders, quickly fastening it in the front in order to give you some sense of dignity. Your eyes widened in shock at his kindness towards you. Considering his companions never called you more than an “it”. 

“Can’t you see she’s scared?” Eddie hissed at the two. 

“She?” Robin repeated. 

“She’s scared?” Dustin gawked. “She’s the one who tried mauling us!” 

Eddie scoffed at them as he helped you to your feet. As he watched your form tremble beneath him, he was at a loss as to what to do. On the one hand, this was the purpose of the whole mission. To obtain a mermaid. He had done just that. But on the other hand, you looked to be just an innocent girl like this. Not a malicious bone in your body. 

With a small, sympathetic smile, Eddie continued to sing to you under his breath. “Through all life’s sorrows and delights,” he sang softly. “I’ll keep your laugh inside me.” And with that, he grabbed your shoulders and carefully pushed you back into the water, allowing you time to escape as he blocked Robin and Dustin from going after you.

“What are you doing?!” Dustin screetched. 

“It’ll get away!” 

“I changed my mind,” Eddie responded simply. 

You watched from the shadows as the three argued. Eddie firmly standing his ground. When the other two backed off, you resurfaced. 

“Swim and sail the savage seas,” you smiled towards Eddie. When he turned to face you, you propelled out of the water, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him to your level. Robin and Dustin both called out in fear, however, when his head reached the water you stopped. You landed a soft, gentle kiss on the pirates lips as a symbol of gratitude and watched as he pulled away with a drunken smile on his lips. 

“With n’er a fear of drowning.”

And with that, you disappeared back under the waves. 

[ornii]

When it gets Dark Outside

Must be fun being a Super Hero, right?

Spider Gwen X Male Reader. (Y/n) has been flaking on his Girlfriend for a while now, and unfortunately it all comes to a head.

So. Let’s do this, one last time

My name is (Y/n) Riley, turns out my birth was your normal Mom and Dad stork story, I was created in a lab by a man named the Jackal, using the DNA of a guy named Peter Parker, unfortunately my dna wasn’t purely his and was mixed up somehow, letting me not look exactly like him. And for the last two years I’ve been New Yorks Spider-Man after Peter decided to retire and live comfortably with his Girlfriend, and I gladly took on the mantle of The Scarlet Spider-Man.

You know the rest, saved the day, got the girl and have been doing pretty decent hero work if I could say so myself. One of the biggest helps in that was my girlfriend, Gwen. She doesn’t know about my powers, I’m too worried what she might say, but it’s getting too much to hide, and I’m worried it’ll blow up in my face. Well, I guess it’s too late for that now.

It was ranging to be an average New York night for most. Bustling city, beautiful lights, and your run of the mill Supervillain trying to rob a bank, shocker.

Speaking of Shocking, The Scarlet Spider-Man swings though the city until he lands on a light pole, as police quickly surround a large bank embedded into central street.

“Long day?” He asks to the Police chief, George Stacy, who frowns at the web head.

“Focus, we got Shocker in the main Lobby, zapping anyone and anything that gets even a few feet near the parking lot, we’ve cut off the block to avoid casualties and civilians.” George said, Spider-Man nods and points to the bank.

“I’ll take out shocker, it’s up to you guys to finish clearing the block in case something happens.” He swings away and lands on the wall, crawling in though a window he sneaks onto the roof, the bank is, well was before it got blown to bits, a nice regal place. Marble floors, beautiful pillars and all, Spider-Man stood up and smirked. Standing below him was shocker, ready to fight anyone coming into the door.

“Got a hot date shocker?” He says, Shocker turns without hesitation and blasts his electric bolts, Spider-Man leaps out of the way and onto a pillar.

“Oh Cmon man? You’re breaking my heart.”

“Grrr! Step off Spider before I fry you!”

“Yeah, Like im Gonna let that happen, so why don’t you do your old man a favor and just surrender?” He asks, Shocker responds by attacking again, Spider-Man leaps over him and fired his web shooters, beginning to slowly web up the shocker, avoiding a blast but getting knocked into a pillar, he sees shocker wind up for a big blast, using his slingers he hurls a table at him, letting the attack hit that and causing a substantial sound wave, knocking the glass out of the doors, Spider-Man lands from the attack and prepares to fight, before seeing an incoming call on his mask. Gwen.

“Uh, Hello?” He asks, inside his dormitory, Gwen was sitting there, waiting for him.

“(Y/n)? Where are you? I thought you were ready to study?”

“Uh Yeah! I Just had small detour?” He says, avoiding a death blast, he webs shocker by the ankle, making him trip.

“Look I promise I’ll be there, just wait a little longer.”

“.. you aren’t doing anything dangerous are you?”

“No, you know me.” He says back, trying to convince the girl, who was silent for a moment.

“…Yeah.” Gwen responds with a bit of deadpanned sadness. She hangs up and Spider-Man turns to shocker.

“Alright, can we wrap this up I have something super important to—“ he says, before another incoming call appears.

“Again? What she’s—“ his distracted headspace was the perfect opportunity for Shocker, who hits him with a heavy blast to the chest, sending him flying out of the building in slow motion in front of the police, time slows down and he quickly fires his webs against the wall, using the momentum like a slingshot, he flies back though the building door with a big drop kick, sending Shocker into the wall stumbling, he changes his cartridges and fires his classic impact webs! The hit and explode on contract with Shocker, webbing him perfectly. He grabs and spins him around before hurling the villain right out into police custody. He sighs with relief and collapses down to one leg.

“Well.. that sucked, alright.” He stands up, taking a few deep breaths, before swinging out of the bank and back to his dormitory, bring a Highschool student on a boarding school in New York wasn’t the worst thing, granted he had no roommate so keeping his identity was much easier without his parents walking in on him. Granted it still was a hassle with school, but he made it work, he stumbled into the room via the window, tumbling in as he held his side, he tore off his mask to sigh in pain.

“Okay, just gotta get to—“ he looks up, and his eyes ran straight into Gwen’s, she looks rightfully stunned as he stands up, holding his side.

“I..can explain.” He says, and Gwen starts to get, obviously frustrated.

“Is this what you’ve been doing?”

“… Yeahhhh..” (Y/n) sadly admits, and Gwen was at a loss for words.

“I thought you were working at a homeless shelter or something, you’re Spider-Man? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to! I just never really knew how you’d react.” He responds, her anger grows.

“So you lied? All this time?”

“Yeah, for a good reason Gwen! If I had told you and they found out who I was, I don’t know what would happen if something happened to you because of me.. I’d never forgive myself.” He admits, and her anger slowly began to subside.

“What do you mean?” She asks, and he sits down on his bed.

“If someone found out that I’m Spider-Man, they’d go for the people I love the most… and that’s, you.” He says in a halfway confession.

“..Love?” She asks and he nods, Gwen approached and sat next to him, her hand gently laying on his.

“I totally understand why you’d feel that way, I see you fight for you life protecting everyone, my dad included, even though he hates your guts. I was mad But, i Understand why..” she admits, and she smiles so, earnestly and the way she always smiles just, warms his heart.

“Thanks Babe, you don’t know how much it means to me to get this off my chest.” He says, Gwen slowly leans in, and (Y/n) does as well, taking the opportunity to try to kiss her, suddenly a hole in the ceiling begins to form seemingly out of some scientific tech, and a white figure landed. She Checks a device on her wrist.

“Rats, might not be the right universe to—“ she halts as she slowly turns to her side, and sees (Y/n) and Gwen staring at her, which was more of a surprise since Gwen was staring at another version of herself

Spider-Gwen. Normal gwen turns to (Y/n).

“So.. Something else you didn’t tell me about?”

[jurassicsickfics]

pls make the seasick fic of jack!

You got it! Your option won the poll! I mean I would have done your request anyway 'cause I'm cool like that lol😎

But here it is! Hope you enjoy!

Like One of Your Sick Girls: A Titanic Sickfic

Ah, the Titanic. The Ship of Dreams, supposedly, anyway. For Jack Dawson, it didn't seem like much could to wrong on this "unsinkable" ship. He'd met Rose DeWitt Bukater only hours ago, and they'd spent some time together; he was immediately smitten. So smitten, in fact, that the butterfly-like feeling in his stomach was chalked up to love nerves. After all, he'd felt fine up until a couple of hours ago. Although, the sea was considerably rougher now, too. He and Rose had plans to meet on the deck at sunset, sharing a secret, romantic few minutes together before bed that night. He met her on the deck of the ship at around 6 in the evening, just as the sun barely began to dissappear behind the curve of the earth, at the edge of the endless water out in front of the grand vessel on which they stood. Rose arrived right on time, and they greeted one another with a soft smile and a peck on the cheek. However, Jack noticed that Rose was being especially quiet this evening, much more so than she had been earlier, when they were laughing, cutting up, and he was teaching her to spit. "You alright? Seems like something's on your mind." Jack asked, leaning against the ship's railing. Rose shrugged her shoulders, fidgeting with the necklace she wore. "Well...I wasn't gonna say anything, but now that you mention it, I'm not feeling very well. Haven't been for some time." The redhead answered. Jack raised an eyebrow. "That so? What's wrong?"

Rose sighed. "I feel...nauseated...and...off balance, a little dizzy."

Jack's eyes widened. "Hey, that's odd. Me too. I keep burping, and my stomach feels funny."

"Huh..." Rose said, staring out over the horizon at the bright pink sky, contemplating the situation.

"Seasick?" She suggested, giving Jack a sideways glance.

He shrugged. "Probably. Just our luck, huh?" He joked, prompting a chuckle from Rose.

The two stood, talking about everything from weather to their childhoods, but as the boat rocked, and darkness no longer allowed them to focus on the horizon. Now, all their was to focus on was the up and down...up and down...up and down...

"Ugh...I don't feel so good..." Jack said, bringing a hand to his stomach. Rose turned to him. "Oh love..." she cood. "I'm sorry..."

Jack, without even thinking, leaned his head on her shoulder. "Would you be totally turned off if I hurled in front of you?" He asked, half joking, half serious. Rose gave him a worried look, grimacing. "I should ask you the same thing...I'm really not feeling well..."

Jack smirked and offered her his arm. "Shall we go vomit together, madame?"

Rose giggled. "Real romantic...but...what the heck? Why not?"

The two went back below deck, finding an empty restroom where they had some privacy. Rose got to her knees in front of the toilet and Jack crouched down beside her.

"Who goes first?" She asked. Jack shrugged. "I dunno, whoever loses it first, I guess."

"So I guess we just wait then?"

He shrugged and nodded. "Guess so."

It didn't take long for Rose to gag and lean over the toilet, and just as she began to retch up the first thick, chunky stream of vomit, Jack was right there to hold her hair back. He even thought to reach around with his free hand and turn her necklace around to keep it out of the line of fire as well. But despite all that, he couldn't bring himself to watch too closely; he felt queasy too.

Rose was about 3 minutes finishing up, and when she did, Jack tore off a piece of toilet paper and wiped her mouth for her. "Feel better?" He asked, planting a gentle kiss on her sweaty forehead. Rose nodded, smiling softly as she reached up to flush the toilet.

Once that was done she scooted back. "Your turn." She said, smirking. But she noticed now that Jack didn't seem as optimistic as before...he looked distressed.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

Jack sighed. "Rose...I'm gonna confess something to you...and...promise me...you won't think differently of me..."

"Of course, darling..." Rose crooned, cupping his cheek in her palm. "What is it?"

Jack took a deep breath. "I am..terrified...of throwing up..." he admitted, not meeting her gaze.

"R-really? Why?" Rose asked, her eyes softening even more.

He shrugged. "I...I really don't know, honestly. Been that way since I was a little kid."

Rose was about to reply, but Jack's gagged and quickly lurched for the toilet. "Rose!" He called, his tone fearful and desperate now.

The redhead immediately went into maternal mode, rubbing his back. "Hey hey...it's ok, I'm here..." she comforted him. The poor boy started puking violently, trembling the whole time, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Jack was beyond embarrassed at his emotional display, but something about Rose made him feel safe being his whole, raw, self. Even if it was a little embarrassing sometimes and made him feel like a big baby. He spit and burped a few more times, before sitting up. Rose was ready with a wad of toilet paper, wiping the vomit and drool from his mouth and then pulling him into her arms. "Shhhh...all done...all done now...it's ok..."

Rose's gentle words of comfort were the final push that Jack needed to break down, and he sobbed into her shoulder, muttering apologies over and over as she rocked and soothed him. They stayed that way for several minutes, until Jack calmed down enough for them to walk back up on deck. Rose was still feeling sick after a few minutes, and she leaned over the railing, burping occasionally. Jack sat on a bench, watching her with a look of fascination rather than fear now. "Hey Rose?"

He asked. Rose turned around. "Yeah?"

Jack hesitated. "Can I...can I draw you? Like that? Like...sick?" He asked.

Rose was a little confused but she agreed. "Sure yeah...but..but why?"

He shrugged. "I dunno...just...its..something that..has always scared me so much but...somehow...you make it look...almost beautiful..."

Rose smiled. "Of course, go right ahead..."

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The Villain's Untold Moldings Chapter Two

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(One again, as I have mentioned in the last chapter, Robot doesn't have his canon design in this fanfic! He has the (more, but definitely not entirely) human design made by @taxlthomas / @itsalldownhillfromherehoney so check it out before you start reading! Also, all chapters will be in my pinned post, despite it not having any tags involving it! Other than that, enjoy reading!)

Memory log 3,671 - Date: Sept. 27, 2015 - Time: 22:36

Romeo is currently making another attempt as to take over the world, starting with our small town as always. He's yelling down to the Pj masks about his plans. They're a team of three, with a boy dressed as a blue cat being named Catboy, another boy dressed as a green gecko named... well, Gecko, and a girl dressed as a red owl named Owlette. They have always stopped Romeo and the other 'nighttime villains', as they call them, from succeeding in their various evil plans, even though I have noticed that they tend to have communication issues between one another.

"-And then, I'll take over the world!! Mwhahahahaha!" Romeo cackled, fully confident in his plans as always.

"Oh, no you'll not!" Catboy yelled from below at him, pointing towards Romeo. "We're going to stop you before you can even start!"

Romeo steps forward a bit so that they could see him better before speaking. "Well, Idiot-boy, I already started! So looks like you've already failed at stopping me, haha!"

Catboy let's out a cat-like growl as Owlette walks behind him, patting his back softly. "Catboy, don't let his teasing get to you! It'll end up distracting you more than it already will!" She told him, trying to calm his anger down. Gecko quickly backs her up, telling him, "Yeah Catboy! It'll only end up bringing you down in the end if you listen to it!"

Catboy, seemingly having not payed attention to either of their words, cuffed his hands around his mouth and yelled, "WELL, THAT DOESN'T MATTER! YOU'LL LOSE THIS FIGHT IN THE END!"

"Oooooh, and how so? You gonna go back in time?" Romeo shouted back, almost instantly.

As they continued to scream at one another, with Romeo mercilessly teasing Catboy as he hurles unaffecting insults at him, with Owlette and Gecko trying to calm Catboy down to no avail, I chuckled softly to myself as I semi-discreetly set up Romeo's machine for him.

"BLAH BLAH BLAH!!" Romeo yelled, before blowing a loud raspberry at Catboy, causing him to let out a dramatic sounding gasp, despite being 100% seriously offended.

Look at him, trying to take over the world, yet he's still only a baby boy. Sure, he may be 10 years old now, but despite my code updating my information, I still can't see him as anything other then when I first saw him.

"Why, I would never!" Catboy yelled again. "Didn't your parents teach you any manners?!"

I froze as I heard the words parents leave his mouth. My metal heart would have sunk to the bottom of my stomach if I had either of them. I turned to look at Romeo, trying to not show my shock and concern.

He stood still and silent for a moment, shocked by his words as well. ".. I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I said 'didn't your parents teach you any manners'!" Catboy spat out, still noticeablely irritated. "I'm waiting for your answer."

Romeo stared at him for a moment, before speaking again. "Well, no. They died before I even turned a month old, so they never got the chance to." He said this with full seriousness, though I could tell he wasn't upset about Catboy's statement. Infact, I believe I can see him trying his hardest not to crack a smile.

Catboy's expression went from annoyed and angry to shocked and horrified within seconds as he heard Romeo's words exit his mouth.

"Oh- I-I- um- you-" He tried to stammer out.

"CATBOY!!" His teammates cut him off, also horrified about what had just happened.

"HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW-" He whispered yelled at them, causing Romeo to finally release his pent up laughter about the situation, falling backwards onto the pavement of the buildings roof as he begins to lose control of it.

I let out a quiet sigh, happy to see that his parents death didn't affect him nearly as much as I thought it would, or as much as it had affected myself. I walked up to Romeo, rolling on the ground laughing, holding his stomach as he struggles to contain himself.

"You know Master, you shouldn't laugh about your parents death." I told him, crouching down towards his level as he rolls on the floor.

"Y-Yes, but-" His sentence was stopped by more giggling before continuing, "Y-you gotta admit, his instant regret was p-pretty funny!"

"I wouldn't consider it as funny of all things, but if you say so, Master."

Memory log 3,672 - Date: Sept. 28, 2015 - Time: 03:56

After charging myself for a bit after Romeo's failed attempts, I now have to make an attempt at the hardest thing to do in this town as far as I'm aware: getting Romeo to actually go to bed and sleep.

"Robot, I'm not tired! I don't need any sleep yet!" He whined to me as he rubbed his eyes, resting his head on his work desk.

"Yes you are, Master. You have stayed up all night long, it's technically morning now, and you are literally rubbing your eyes as we speak. Now come here so that I can put you to bed." I tell him as I reach down to pick him up.

"Nooo! I don't wanna!" Romeo said, now trying to get away from me, though isn't putting in much effort as to get away.

"Just because you don't want to, doesn't mean you don't have to." I scooped him up in my arms quickly. "Now come on, it's your bedtime."

He lets out a groan as I begin to carry him, though doesn't do much as to prevent this. It's unusual from him, considering that he hates me forcing him to go to bed when he's working on an invention, especially when he had just lost against the Pj Masks.

"Fine.. but on one condition!" He stated.

"What may that condition be?" I asked him, curious about what he could be trying to get me to do for him.

He stayed silent for a moment before speaking up. ".. what were my parents like? You know, before they, like, died. Who exactly were they?"

His questions made me freeze for a moment. He never was the curious type when it came to his parents, so this was something I wasn't expecting.

"... Well, let's see.. who do you want to hear about first? Your mother or your father?" I told him as I continued walking to his bedroom.

"My dad, I'd like to hear about my dad first." Romeo responded, resting his head against my chest.

"Hmmm... He had the same raven colored hair as you, even his hair was styled like yours. He had these bright green eyes, and fair skin, again being passed down to you. Your father was obviously an inventor, just like you. Else I wouldn't have been here to take care of you. He was a caring man, always offering his help to anyone who could possibly have needed it. Though he didn't seem to like interacting with people that much, especially when he wasn't familiar with them. He often liked being in the dark, he said that the bright light hurt his eyes otherwise. You actually share a lot of his physical and personality traits." I spoke to him, until I finally opened the door to his room.

"Really? So I gained all of my dad's traits?" He asked me, with those big blue eyes of his.

"Well.. I wouldn't say all of his traits. You got your white streak and your blue eyes from your mother. In fact, now that I'm thinking about it... your personality, besides being an evil genius, is very similar to hers." I stated, setting him down on his bed. "Take off your lab coat, Master. I know it's not comfortable for you to sleep in."

"Fine, fine. But how is my personality similar to hers?" Romeo asked again, taking off his coat.

"You both can definitely be kind to others, but you tend to choose not to be, as they weren't kind to you or someone you care about in the past. You tend to be jokesters, but in a way where it's mainly yourselves who are laughing. You both also share an intense love for older styled thing. Music, clothing, architecture, all of it." I explained, crouching down closer to Romeo.

"Huh... well, what did she look like?" He said, looking up at me with his big eyes.

"She had this long, curly brown hair along with her white streak that reached below her shoulder blades normally, but it reaches to her lower back when straightened. She passed down her blue eyes to you, as I mentioned before, but her's were much brighter than yours are. She had a slight tan compared to you and your father. She also has freckles all along her body, mainly on her shoulders and face. She also oftentimes wore a shamrock green dress that trailed behind her as she walked." I responded, and in a sense, rambled to Romeo. "She truly was a gorgeous woman when she was alive."

Romeo silently nods his head as he listened. "Okay, I see... one last question though."

"And what may that be, Master?" I looked back down at him, waiting for a response.

"How did they die?"

It was as if time had froze in that very moment. If I had lungs, I would have started holding my breath as the words left his mouth. For a few seconds, all I could do was stare at him. Stare at his curious, yet innocent face, eagerly waiting for a response.

".. They died in an accident. Now, get yourself some rest." I finally said, getting back up onto my feet.

"An accident? What kind of accident?" He spoke to me again.

"That's not something you need to know of, Master. It's past your bedtime anyway." I quickly yet steadily walked towards the door of his room, trying to avoid further questions.

"But, Robot-"

"Goodnight, Master!" I said in as much of a cheerful tone as I could muster, turning off the light to his room and closing his door.

I quietly rushed to the living room, not being able to get over Romeo's question and how I responded to it.

I know it was wrong of me to lie about how they actually died, but it was for a good reason, right? I mean, I don't know.. I don't think he's ready to know just yet...

I sat down on the couch, with my metal joints now shaking. Probably due to a faulty wire, but I can't say that for certain.

Those eyes of his... I can't look at those innocent eyes and tell him about his parents death, and how it almost resulted in his death as well. When I look at him, I strangely just want to give him the entire world, and maybe more, just without having him know of all the horrors within it.

[shoto-chann]

Hi there! I've been reading your stories for a while, and they're absolutely adorable 😍 if you're taking requests, and since you're writing for HoO, I wanted to request a lee! Leo and ler! Piper or Jason or any of the Seven tickling the shit out of him for pulling nonstop pranks on April Fool's. Thank you so much hehe

This idea sounds absolutely beautiful! I finally get to write for my favorite book series! My Percy Jackson Era has started! There seriously needs to be more PJO/HoO tickle fics out there with characters like Leo, Frank, Hazel, or any other characters, but I'm fine with any cause they're all so wonderful. Here ya go, friend 😁😁

There's Always A Limit

Heroes of Olympus

Lee! Leo

Ler! Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Frank, Hazel

Description: Leo keeps pulling April Fool's pranks on everyone, and after daring to get Annabeth, she and the rest of the Seven teach him why he shouldn't test people's patience

*Warning: Contains tickling

Leo silently giggled to himself as he finished setting up his next prank. "This is gonna be so good," He said quietly as he tiptoed out of the room he was in. Turning to the semi opened door, he waited for that person to wake up. He didn't have to wait long cause that person woke up five seconds later, rubbed the sleep out of their eyes, and screamed bloody murder. Leo laughed out loud and entered the room, witnessing Annabeth screaming and crawling away from what appeared to be the scariest thing in the world: spiders. Annabeth's eyes turned to Leo as she trembled in the corner. "LEO! KILL THEM! KILL THEM!" She screamed. "PERCY! PERCY!" "April Fools!" Leo said as he fell to the floor, cackling. He picked up one of the spiders and showed it to Annabeth, who only screamed louder. "Calm down, they're not real spiders" Leo said as he revealed what it actually was. "It's just paper, Annie. Oh, I can't believe I got you. Everyone said it was impossible, but I just proved them wrong. Coach Hedge, better pay up!" Leo said as he bolted out of the room with a chuckle and an evil smirk.

Later, everyone except Leo met up around the dining hall. Unfortunately, everyone had fallen victim to Leo's pranks. Percy's food was dyed red, which made Percy cry. Jason, who hardly got any sleep, was holding a now destroyed alarm clock that went off and played Jason's least favorite song at random times. Piper's wardrobe was swapped out with fancy and elegant clothing, something she hated with a passion. Frank's face was written in marker with the message saying "Leo Da Best," and Hazel had fake minerals laying around her room and around other people's rooms, scaring her almost to death. But the only one who was the most angry was Annabeth. To say she was pissed would be an understatement. One look at her made the Underworld feel like a tropical vacation. "I'm going to kill Valdez," Annabeth said through gritted teeth. "I'm not sure we should go that far," Jason said. "Don't get me wrong, I feel like flinging him off the ship and blasting him with lightning, but we should-" "I want to hurl hurricanes at him" Percy said angrily. "Maybe I can charmspeak him into jumping off the ship as it flies." "Maybe I should throw a gold bar in his face." "I can shoot him in his legs." Everyone started naming things they could (and wanted to) do to Leo for his pranks, and it was starting to get out of control. "EVERYBODY, SHUT UP!" Annabeth shouted. Everyone immediately stopped talking with fear that Annabeth might hurt them instead. "Look, we all want to hurt Leo, but there's a better way to deal with him besides breaking his bones and killing him" Annabeth said. "What do you have in mind, Wise Girl?" Percy asked. "Glad you asked, Seaweed Brain. I'll demonstrate. Get up here." Percy hesitated to move, but he did as he was told and walked up to Annabeth, who immediately judo flipped him onto his back and tickled his belly button without mercy. "GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHANABEHEHEHETH! WHYHYHY!?" "This is for not coming to help me when Leo put fake spiders in my room." Annabeth said as she continued her assault for another twenty seconds before letting Percy go. "And just because I needed to let off a little steam," She said as she kissed Percy on the cheek. Annabeth stood up and sighed. "Everyone get what I mean now?" Everyone nodded at the idea of teaching Leo a thing or two.

Later that day, Leo was rummaging around for more materials he could use to get another couple of pranks in. He had the brilliant idea that involved fake snakes and a voice changer. He had almost finished creating his voice changer when all of a sudden Piper came in. "Leo, that big angry bird is back." Leo looked up at Piper. "Really?! Finally, I get to pay that stupid bird back for taking my food!" Leo got down and rushed out to the main hall to ready the weapons, only to find the bird inside and resting on a table. Leo locked eyes with the bird and smirked. "Ready to get turned into dinner, you stupid bird?" He stepped closer to the bird, but before he could make a move, the bird flew at Leo full speed. Leo was about to catch the bird, but was surprised when the bird grew arms and legs and was reaching out to-

"What the-" Leo was tackled down by what was now an angry looking Frank. Frank pinned him to the ground with one hand, his eyes looming over Leo with hatred and a small hint of a smirk. "What was that for, dude?! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Leo exclaimed. "Oh no, the horror," said Annabeth with an annoyed yet satisfied sarcastic tone. She and the other demigods walked in behind her and approached Leo. "Guys, w-what's with the sudden-" "So you think it's funny to prank everyone here?" Annabeth asked in a demanding tone. "Well...yeah. It's April Fools Day. How can I just pass this opportunity up?" Annabeth glared at him, but it wasn't her usual annoyed or angry glare. She had a smirk on her face. Leo was even more afraid of this Annabeth than angry mom Annabeth. "Well, Valdez, you have to be punished for what toy did to everyone." Everyone had already positioned themselves next to Leo, which made him a little nervous. "L-Look, we can talk about this like civil people hehehere" Leo giggled nervously. "It's a little too late for talking" Annabeth said. "I wonder how quickly you can hit your limit."

"Please, Annie-" "Only I get to call her that!" Percy said as he started tickling Leo's hips. Leo bucked his hips as he giggled loudly. Soon, Jason joined in and tickled his sides, Piper went for his ribs, Annabeth and Hazel targeted his feet, and Frank just held him down with his arms above his head. Leo was cackling right off the bat with 10 hands tickling almost every spot. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GUHUHUHUYS, STAHAHAHAP! THIHIHIS IHIS TOO MUHUHUCH!" Leo begged. The others just ignored him and continued to tickle him. "Hey, Frank. His armpits are extra sensitive, especially if you're a little rough with it" Jason commented. "JAHAHASON, YOU TRAHAHAHAHAITOR! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FRAHAHANK! NOHOT THEHEHEHERE!" Leo's laugh increased once Frank started tickling his armpits. This shocked everyone for little bit. Frank was one to never tickle anyone without their permission and was too nice to tickle anyone for long. Apparently that didn't apply to Leo cause he was tickling him like crazy, even going as far as to tickle the spot between his ribs and armpits. Leo started screaming at the top of his lungs, but no words could come out. It only made it worse when Frank used his free hand to tickle Leo's belly. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" "Okay guys! Rotate!" Annabeth said. Momentarily, everyone let him go so he could breathe while they rotated positions. Leo was trying to steady his breathing so he could actually get some air. "Plehehease. Noho mohohore," He begged. "Oh, Leo, Leo, Leo, you poor dumb boy. You're not even a quarter of the way done with your punishment" Annabeth said with a chuckle. Then she and the others started tickling Leo again.

For nearly an hour, everyone had taken turns rotating and tickling every tickle spot Leo had. Halfway through his tickle punishment, Leo stopped squirming and just accepted his fate. He still squirmed every now and then, but he knew he couldn't escape and he couldn't change their minds. Tears trickled down his red cheeks as he laughed harder than he ever did in his life.

Eventually, Annabeth had decided that Leo had had enough and told everyone to stop. So everyone let up and gave him space. Leo could hardly breathe while he curled up into a ball to get rid of the tickly feeling all over his body. Within seven minutes, he could form words again. "I hahate you ahahall" He said with a grin wider than the grand canyon. "Now, what did you learn from today, Valdez?" Annabeth asked. "Dohohon't mess with yohou" "Good. Now do you promise to never pull stunts like this again?" "Noho" Annabeth glared at him again. "Excuse me?" Leo sat up and looked at Annabeth. "Thahat's impossible. I can't just give up pranks." "You have one chance, Valdez." " I. Said. No." Leo crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out at Amnabeth. Percy stepped up to him like he wanted to throw him, but Annabeth held him back. "It's your funeral." "Why say it like tha-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT!" Leo jumped a foot into the air and wiggled around as if there were something in his shirt. "GEHEHET OHOUT OF MYHY SHIHIHIRT, FRAHAHANK!" Leo demanded as he fell back laughing and holding his torso. Frank, who had shapeshifted into a mouse, responded by going to his weakest spot. Leo shrieked and rolled on the floor like a toddler throwing a tantrum as he tried to grab Frank. "PLEHEHEHEHEASE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" "Only if you promise to-" "OKAHAHAHAHAY! I PROHOHOHOMISE! I SWEHEHEHEAR! JUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! I'M GOHOHONNA PEHEHEHEHEE!" "Frank, you can stop now" Hazel said. Frank immediately crawled out of Leo's shirt and scampered next to Hazel before shapeshifting back into Frank. Jason and Piper helped him up off the floor while he was recovering from hyena-itis. "You better hold up to your promise, Leo. No more going overboard with your stupid pranks, or else your punishments will be worse than what you got today" Annabeth threatened. "I promise" Leo nodded as he freed himself from Jason's and Piper's grasp and immediately bolted to the bathroom. Everyone laughed and continued talking about everything that happened.

Leo never ended up keeping that promise. He only lessened the frequency of his pranks, but they never truly went away. But he always made sure to never prank Annabeth again. He did not want to suffer under her devil fingers ever again.

The End

I hope you enjoyed my very first Heroes of Olympus tickle fic. I will write a lot more for this series because it's my absolute favorite, and the characters are so interesting and cool and everything. And of course, I have an O/C for this as well, but I'm not quite ready to reveal him yet. If you loved reading this and want more, requests and dms are always open.

That's all for now. Until next time,

❄️🔥shoto-chann🔥❄️ out

[cat-mermaid]

Rewatched Fly Away Home on a whim da other night

as a kid i remember that the villain of the movie being this asshole park ranger guy who just shows up and wants to take away the geese

What the actual deal with him is as follows:

Him and the dad meet at a meeting where they're both protesting the destruction of the local marshes+farm land for housing development

movie makes it clear that these two are allies and that ranger guy is on the up and up.

when the geeses hatch, dad man goes to ranger man for help, inviting the dude to his house

Up till this point, the fuckin movie has given us absolutely no indication that ranger mans anything but a good guy+that nothin stinky is goin on wit him

its only when he approaches one of the geese to do a pinioning (which i won't get into but its worth reading about) that suddenly the movie decides it needs a villain and by god, its gonna be this poor man

babes, this dude had a whole ass monolog before this point explaining the law:

If these birds start flying as adults then legally he will have no choice but to confiscate them, because without parents to teach them how to migrate, they'll cause a heap of trouble for everyone and themselves

Trouble as in flying into powerlines, windows and other fatal goose actives

picture of future trouble

Motherfucker is trying to help these people and out of the blue the kid LOSES HER DAMN MIND and clocks him on the head with a popcorn bowl while screaming like he's about to snap the goose's neck

then for some fucken reason the dad has some kind of break with reality and goes berserker mode and hurls this poor animal control employee out the door while bellowing GET OFF MY PROPERTY U SON OF A BITCH

it comes out of nowhere and is so jarring, like what the actual fuck???

and the ranger just is just standing there in the driveway, stunned

he's all like DUDE I'M TRYING 2 HELP YOU PEOPLE. THEY'RE GONNA MAKE ME COME TAKE THOSE BIRDS AWAY IF THEY START FLYING WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH U

but then the weirdest thing is that, like i said, the movie suddenly decided it needed a bad guy so it randomly turned him-

like seriously this nice ass man is suddenly plotting from the shadows, ominous shots of him in the distance secretly filming the happy family frolicking with the geese

picture of a bad man

theres this scene where he just approaches the daughter with her geese and is all like ho ho ho you and yer little geese'll be seeing me later and WHY o WHY is he suddenly so-

then the mother fucker just breaks onto their property while everyone is out and just

takes the geese

no notice, no note, just nabs them

why?

cos he be-

its just so weird and out of the blue. Theres no explanation for it, why is this man so hell bent on acting like this? Its not like he keeps coming back and knocking on the door nicely 2 remind them about the fucking LAW regarding these birds, or leaving voice mails on they phone.

NO

SLINK AROUND IN THE DARKNESS AND VAGUELY MENACE THE LITTLE GIRL

I AM THE BAD MAN I STEAL THE GOOSES

also I love this movie :)

[thegeminisage]

star trek update time! last night* we watched "parallax" and "time and again" which um. seems like a weird combination!

*as usual this is getting typed at fuck o clock and going up later without me. so technically for me it was tonight.

parallax:

i liked this one. b'elanna is cool and i support her right to break peoples noses. i also like that she gets an honest chance to do better than breaking peoples noses and it actually makes her LESS ragey. like people will rise to meet your expectations sometimes if you let them!!!

i also like that carey or whoever shook on it even though he was being a bitch to her earlier. people CAN learn to respect women! looking at you tng and also quark.

chakotay in this reminded me sooo much of sisko. he's trying to protect his people, and make sure they have positions of equal authority, and AT THE SAME TIME when they start suggest mutiny he is like if you say that shit in front of me ever again i will PERSONALLY throw your ass in jail. he's got such a balancing act to do between respecting janeway's authority and to a lesser extent the federation's authority, while also not betraying his own values or his own crew. his question at the end "would you have served under me" was REALLY good.

i liked the balance between the scifi plot and the character development stuff here. it felt much better tuned than tng, though of course it's still no ds9.

also, jesus christ, one shot with a 50/50 chance of picking the right ship is TERRIFYING. that was so tense. i did like that it was double voyagers, though. i figured it out like a split second before the reveal, which was v exciting.

i liked kes trying to give the hologram doctor a name and treat him with personhood. it's equally funny that he is BAFFLED by this gesture. he just wants people to turn off the program when they leave!!

speaking of the doc, the b plot of him shrinking had me HOWLING. he looks so absolutely silly when he's small i fucking loved it. PLEASE will someone fix him

LOTS of shaky cam in voyager and it's way shakier than it is in the other shows lol

time and again:

so, this one was a dud.

we open with tom paris trying to...get harry to cheat on his girl? by lying about harry to other girls? and then we had to listen to him do it AGAIN later. "we're the only humans people are gonna start pairing off" hurl.

i did not love the time travel paradox concept of this ep. normally i really like time travel stuff, but there was a LOT of techno babble in this. i thought the previous episode did SUCH a good job of explaining the temporal reflection in laymans terms, but in this episode these guys were just saying stuff. so the plot twist about them having caused the accident themselves did not really hit because we had no leading evidence

i like kes alright, but this episode was not the best place to show off her abilities. because they're still really vague and i don't even know if what she did was helpful at all beyond finding janeway, but the resuce attempt itself is what caused the accident, so...maybe it wasn't?

also, one thing i forgot to add to my list - i know janeway hates time travel. so it's too bad that with TWO time travel eps in a row we got no jokes about it. also, WHY DID THEY DO TWO OF THESE IN A ROW. i know the first one doesn't count on a technicality, but it does in spirit

AND what was the point of this ep if they (except kes) just forgot it all! like come on

that said, RARE paris w when he told that kid he ate babies. i will give him credit. that was actually pretty fucking funny

also, i didn't like the ep, but i DID like their outfits. i like that they put the fellas in those skirtlike things. equality. and they were all wearing corsets?? i love space.

overall i remain optimistic but CAUTIOUSLY optimistic. letswatchstartrek, my least favorite site in the world that i can't live without, gives a lot of the season 1 eps a pass. so far aside from the pilot we had one good one and one dud. but if i gave tng a fair chance i can do no less for voyager.

TONIGHT: "phage" and "the cloud" ...i happen to know one of them is about coffee :)

[eadanga]

The Press Secretary Part 11

Summary: Chris the mayor of town is married to his wife Becca. When he hires a new press secretary who happens to be his lost love old feelings resurface and Chris finds it hard to resist the desire he once had for her

Parings: ChrisxMC

Chris gently lowered Emily to the ground and hastily fixed his clothing “Becca I can explain this”

Becca’s shock turned to anger as she took off her shoe and hurled it at him Chris ducks as she yells “Go ahead! I would love to hear the reason why your pants is down and you’re all over her!”

“Becca…”

Becca crosses her arms “How long Chris?! How long have you been cheating on me?! And with your press secretary!”

Chris sighs “A month after she started working for me”

“You bitch!” Becca starts lunging for her but Chris hold her back “You seduced my husband didn’t you?! I knew you couldn’t be trusted!” She pushes Chris away “Get off me!”

“Wait Becca she didn’t seduce me it was me who seduced her”

“What?! Chris don’t lie to defend her!”

“It’s true” Chris runs his hands through his hair “Ok after we had that big fight I went over to her apartment because I’ve known her since college and she’s the only one I could talk to and then one thing led to another”

“Are you serious?!” Becca takes off her other shoe and hurls it at Chris again “That’s why you didn’t wanna fire her cause you wanted your slut to stay by you!”

“Becca…”

“I knew something was up when she went on the trip with you! Was there even a wedding?! Or was that just an excuse so you guys can go fuck each other?!”

“There was a wedding and yes we did have sex during the time we were there but” Chris stops midway when Becca lunges again attempting to punch him he tries to push her away “Becca stop!”

“I’m gonna kill you and your whore!”

Emily’s eyes go wide and she reaches for a button under Chris’s desk. Within seconds security storms into the room they attempt to restrain Becca “Ma’am calm down”

“No! I’m gonna kill the cheating bastard!”

They get Becca under control begin to pull her out of the room Becca snarls “Just wait till we get home you and your bitch are gonna pay for this”

As Becca is escorted out of the room Emily rushes over to Chris “Are you ok?”

“Yeah…” He rubs his face “Damn she busted my lip and bruised my cheek if you hadn’t acted”

“Don’t even think about that” Emily grabs a tissue and cleans up the blood on his mouth

“I know I have to face her again at the house can I stay at your place till she calms down?”

“Of course Chris”

“Thank you she has every right to be angry I expected her to react like that”

Emily smiles then squeezes his hand “Come on let’s get out of here you need a change of pace”

Chris nods as he follows her out the door

****

Chris walks towards his house takes a deep breath as he holds the doorknob. He slowly opens the door and finds his clothes bleached and his shoes cut up Oh this crazy ass woman He heads up the stairs and hears crying from the bedroom he peaks in and sees Becca sitting on the bed with a glass of wine in her hand. He walks in “Really Becca you had to go mess with my shit you can’t talk to me like an adult?”

“Don’t fucking lecture me!” She throws the glass at him Chris dodges and it crashes at his side “And your ass deserves it!”

 “Fine Becca since you’re acting like I’m the only one at fault” He brings out the papers “Let’s just divorce and be done with it”

“Oh so the minute you get with someone else you want a divorce?!”

“I’ve long had these even before Emily came into the picture was hoping it will work out with you but it hasn’t we’ve been arguing almost every day this marriage was long over”

“So you just decided to go an cheat?!”

“No Becca I…”

“You what?!”

Chris sighs “I’ve had feelings for her since college”

Becca clenches her fists “So you hired the girl you were in love with?! So you can sleep with her behind my back?!”

“No she’s been doing her job just when I was around her…I just couldn’t help myself and those feelings came back”

“So you hired your college love how sweet” Becca stands jabs a finger at Chris’s chest “Listen up if you leave me I’m gonna ruin you destroy you! You want to be mayor you have to stay with me and do what I say”

Chris frowns “You’ve been holding that over my head for so many years I’m sick of it! You know what do whatever the hell you want I don’t give a damn!” He stomps out the room and down the stairs

Becca runs after him “You can’t do it this Chris! You need me!”

“I don’t need you for shit! You better sign those divorce papers!” He slams the door

Tags: @mfackenthal @indiacater @the-soot-sprite @jared2612 @darley1101

[cryptometaphor]

(She's goin on a rant about how Israel moves into neighborhoods with food trucks masquerading as genuine meal deals for liberals. Chinese, Indian food, it's all cuisine imperialism.)

Sarah: What?

Me: I think I must be the "weird" Kamala cucks are talking about. Cause you say shit like "cuisine-imperialism" and it's the cutest thing ever.

Sarah: It's true though

Stream admin: This man is in love with the IDEA of autism...

Sarah: Ok are you insulting me now? I can't fucking tell. Yes, men are weird. Just say how you feel.

Me: Nigga I'm telling you how I feel. You're fucking adorable.

Admin: And I'm telling you this guy got it down bad. Noone is making fun of you.

Sarah: Oh... I mean thank you honey. But like, do men just always kinda talk like they're ready to stuff somebody into a locker?

Me: YES lol

Admin: It's the testosterone...

Sarah: omg I'm glad I did not fall into the tranny-trap.

Me: LOL oh we should watch the Parent Trap. I think the daughter's name is Sarah. Or is that escape to witch mountain?

Admin: Your brain just went to two movies about twins.

Me: Two cute cunny twins. In fact I think it's the same actress.

Admin: Jesus Christ they were like twelve.

Me: So was I. Admin: You're not twelve anymore.

Me: Neither are they. Admin: Yeah but don't say cunny.

Sarah: Now you just sound like you're bullying each other.

Me: I mean we kinda are.

Sarah: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE

Admin: I'm being bullied babysitting y'all.

Me: I'm being bullied having to be here instead of being kissed and hugged away from you normies.

Sarah: I'm only here cause you are. I could argue with them in the comments section.

Me: REALLY?! Oh you are fucking perfect!

Admin: Call her cunny if there's nothing wrong with it.

Me: But she's more than cunny. Like cunny just means attractive.

Admin: That is not what cunny means. Or at least shouldn't given the context...

Another girl: Ok so she's autistic and Jim is just...crazy? I'm not even gonna say a creep. Like I wish a guy acted like that to me. And I've learned to accept guys do love "cunny".

Me: Funny cunny.

That girl: THE FUCK IS THAT?!

Me: It's funny to say cunny.

Admin: Jim is such a high-T alpha male that he operates on an entirely different wave-length of just letting his intrusive thoughts speak for him.

Me: Precisely. Sarah I love you.

Sarah: Oh, uhh...I love you too.

Everyone else: Awwwww

Black atheist man: (pretends to hurl)

Sarah: This is so friggin embarrassing Jesus Christ.

Admin: You're embarrassed?! This is MY show. Jim's just taken it over. Talk about cuisine imperialist.

Me: Ok it's not cute when you say it.

Admin: I wasn't trying to be. Don't want you calling me funny-cunny.

Me: You SAY THAT but it's written all over your face. You want me. I'm adorable.

Admin: Ok see, THAT'S intrusive thoughts. Your ego is so massive that you have to believe everyone is just thirsting after you, or if they hate you, it's envy and/or they're ideological Jihadists.

Me: Yes. Admin: No. That's insane.

That girl: I think we've established he's Joker maxxing.

Black atheist man: WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE

Me: I TOLD YOU cause Sarah is here

Sarah: I'm here cause you're here

(other girl posts the Mr. Meseeks clip of them pointing and arguing "well he dragged me into this" "well he dragged ME into this!")

[jakekiszkaenthusiast]

assumptions- j.t.k

warnings: dom jake, edging, bondage, general whore behaviour

“don’t even look at me, jake!”

you slam the front door in his face, rushing through the living room without turning back, rolling your eyes when you hear the door swiftly open once more.

jake’s heavy footsteps follow you, his fury evident by his quick, shallow breaths. you still refuse to face him, busying yourself with slamming your bag on the counter and kicking your uncomfortable shoes into a corner that you will forget about until the morning. you were too angry to care about the state of your home, haphazardly throwing your belongings around the room while the blood in your veins surged with furious electricity.

“what the fuck is your problem? i didn’t do anything with that girl, we were just talking!”

you finally spin around to face him, taking in his red face and disheveled hair.

“oh, i’m sure that’s what you convinced yourself you were doing, jake. but i saw, i fucking saw the way you looked at her, the way you touched her.”

“i didn’t- fuck, why do i need to prove myself, my innocence, to you? if you wanna be insane and believe that something was gonna happen, go ahead!” jake yelled out, running a shaking hand through his hair for what felt like the hundredth time this evening.

“you’d love for that to happen, wouldn’t you? then you don’t have to sneak around behind my back and you can fuck other girls right in front of my face!”

“you’re fucking cracked!” he shouts, to which you laugh bitterly.

“if you think this is me losing it, just you wait, jake. just you fucking. wait.” you spit out, before attempting to slink past his solid frame to escape the ice-cold temperature of the room.

“not so fucking fast.” he mutters, quickly taking hold of your arm and dragging you back.

jake doesn’t stop there- he keeps moving your body until you’re shoved against the wall, no apology made for the rough way he handles you. his hands firmly hold your shoulders as you fight against his grip, but ultimately you knew he would win this battle.

“get off of me!” you yell, digging your nails into his forearms.

“calm the fuck down!” he replies.

a momentary pause ensues, your bodies still struggling against one another. you can’t find the words, so you quietly pant and groan with frustration as jake continues to gain the upper hand.

his hands force you against the wall harder than last time, seemingly a warning to stop moving, and you finally give up the fight. you slump back against the brick, breathing heavily through your nose.

you meet his eyes with a fierce stare, glaring at him until your head aches. he only quirks an eyebrow at your poor attempt at intimidation, the tiniest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

“what the fuck are you smiling at, jake?” you say forcefully, your bad mood only made worse when he starts to laugh.

before you can hurl an insult at him, his lips are on yours, moving quickly and with no stopping for air. his hands soon lose their grip on your shoulders and instead find home against the sides of your face, his thumb gently stroking over your cheek- a gesture far too sweet for the amount of anger and resentment you still felt.

despite his kiss being the last thing you needed in this situation, you don’t push away. he was irresistible that way, rendering you almost defenceless the moment his lips touched yours.

refusing to forget your resolve, your hands snake up to tangle with his hair, tugging and twisting at the roots until a quiet, breathy moan escapes his throat.

“does the cheater like having his hair pulled?” you pull away to mutter against his kiss-swollen lips, and a loud groan from jake’s mouth tells you that was a mistake.

“you’re pushing your fucking luck, okay? i didn’t do anything with that girl. you just want to believe something that isn’t true because you like to cause trouble, don’t you?”

his hand slowly brushes across your cheek, dancing along the curve of your jaw to rest comfortably around your throat, the pads of his fingers squeezing gently into the sides of your neck. he nestles his face into your hair, his lips sitting softly against the shell of your ear, his voice low and dangerous.

“the only troublemaker here is you, cheater.” you whisper, feeling his fingers tighten around your throat.

“say. sorry.” he speaks through gritted teeth, his breathing speeding up as he gets angrier and angrier.

“i’m not sorry. i’m right.”

“okay, brat. upstairs. now.”

“you can’t tell me to do anything, jake.”

your words of defiance are barely out of your mouth before his strong hand takes hold of your hair and pulls you off of the wall. you quietly cry out, but he chooses to ignore it.

the mild pain against your scalp is quickly forgotten when a pounding between your legs takes charge, a fire in the pit of your stomach alight with every grunt jake makes behind you. he tugs on your hair like a dog’s leash, taking you through the house and up the stairs until he finally pushes you through your bedroom door, breathing a laugh when you stumble slightly.

jake settles himself on the edge of your bed, slowly undoing his shirt buttons without taking his eyes off of you. his hard gaze pierces through you, and you feel the need to shift self consciously on the balls of your feet.

“take the dress off.” he says quietly, nodding towards your body still clad in the small black dress you had chosen for the night.

your hands scrabble to wrench the article of clothing off your body, but he holds his hand up, shaking his head with disapproval.

“ah, ah. slowly.”

slowly, slowly, the dress makes its way to the floor. the feeling of being watched like a performer, like a stripper, only amplifies when you have less clothing on. you hover at the foot of the bed clad only in your lacy black underwear, something you had chosen for jake- though not particularly under these circumstances.

“now take off your panties. you don’t deserve modesty anymore.” he mutters.

you repeat the slow, timely fashion in which he wanted you to strip, a beat of rebellion taking over you and urging you to throw the thin underwear in his face. he lets the article of clothing fall to his lap, pursing his lips with silent anger.

“get on your knees, brat.” he orders, and while a part of you desperately wants to resist his cocky tone, you fall to the floor without much encouragement.

jake rises to his feet, taking a few steps until he stood directly above you. his hand slowly reaches down to his pants, undoing the zipper and belt with an air of nonchalance, as if he had no sense of urgency to the matter at hand.

his cock, hard and pulsing with need, brushed against your lips. you pressed a gentle kiss to his head, letting your tongue just barely poke out to kitten lick the sensitive skin. he hisses quietly, swiftly taking firm hold of your chin and forcing you to look into his eyes.

“if you want to be a brat and cause problems, i’ll just have to teach you about consequences, princess.” he whispers, his eyes boring into yours.

“suck it.”

you slowly open your mouth, but jake grows impatient. he shoves his fingers past your lips, hooking over your bottom teeth and forcibly relaxing your jaw.

“stick your tongue out.”

you quickly obey, a tiny voice in the back of your mind yelling about the unfairness of the situation. he fucked up and now you’re on your knees about to suck his dick? again, this was jake’s irresistible power. he could truly make you forget what you were upset about with a few small gestures.

his cock rests against your tongue, gently dragging along the wetness while a quiet groan pushes past his lips.

suddenly, he pushes all the way into your mouth, leaving you no time to prepare or take a breath. your hands fly to grab his thighs, but he swats them away.

jake pulls out again, letting you take a breath before repeating the same action, although this time you were far more prepared. you let him fill your throat, already feeling tears prick your eyes at the unnatural sensation.

he holds himself still, grabbing onto the top of your head with tight fingers twisting into your hair, his cock resting inside your throat. he only begins to move away when you gag harshly around him, your eyes involuntarily rolling backwards.

he pushes into your mouth one final time, rocking his hips back and forth with a slow pace as you relax around him, his eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of you taking more of his cock.

he speeds up, beginning to pant as his hips become more rough, fucking your throat harshly with loud moans filling the room. you never take your eyes off of his face, which has twisted into an expression of pure sin- his jaw hanging open, eyebrows knotted as small beads of sweat drop down his forehead.

your hand snakes down to press between your legs, moving around your clit in tight circles. you dip a single finger inside of yourself, feeling the wetness pooling there with a quiet moan. gently working over yourself while jake pants and moans above you proves enough to capture the fire in your stomach until your whole body felt aflame, sweat rolling down your back.

his body suddenly halts, but your fingers don’t stop. you’re too close, you can feel that coil about to snap deep within you.

“did i say you could touch yourself?” jake questions.

you ignore him, letting him slide out of your mouth with no notice. you continue moving over your sensitive clit with quick fingers, a shuddering breath leaving your lips.

“put your fucking hands in your lap now, or i’ll have to restrain you.” he says harshly.

“why should i listen to a cheater?” you tease breathlessly, slowing your fingers only just.

jake cocks his head to the left, watching over your wriggling body with a small smile.

“you really wanna do this?” he warns, and you nod with a sly smile plastered across your face.

he bends over and wrenches your hands away from yourself, shoving them behind you. the sound of his belt sliding away from his pants perks your ears, his deft fingers looping the leather around your wrists tightly until you’re tugging at the restraint with mild frustration.

“you’re really fucking mad, aren’t you? for what? because i caught you just as you were gonna make a move on your little friend, is that it?” you shout, anger suddenly sparking in your chest again.

“hey, if you don’t shut the fuck up, i’ll put this belt around your neck and we’ll see if you still wanna scream at me then, hm?” he talks over your yelling, reducing his words to a whisper as you quickly fall silent.

jake leans down until his lips just barely brush over yours, his hand softly patting your cheek as he begins to stand to his full height again.

“now suck my cock like the good little whore i know you are, and maybe i’ll let you cum.”

with this incentive, you readily accept his cock back into your mouth and begin bobbing your head in time with his hips. a loud moan rips through his chest when you hollow your cheeks around him, his fingers flexing and tightening in your hair.

his hands gather your hair into makeshift ponytail, using this new grip to move you faster over his cock until his hips stall and his cum coats your tongue, sharp hisses and low moans falling from his mouth.

“get up, princess.”

jake helps you stand to your feet, luring you towards the bed. he watches you crawl onto the soft comforter, taking hold of your hip and flipping you onto your back. your legs fall open, waiting for him to meet you.

he situates himself between your thighs, pressing gentle kisses to the skin as he moves higher and higher until his nose brushes your clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

his tongue slowly nudges your clit, lapping over your skin with, again, no urgency. you let an impatient breath out, shifting your hips to provide more friction.

“be patient.” he murmurs against the inside of your thigh, biting down on the flesh softly.

“hurry up.” you shoot back.

he buries his head between your legs again, sucking harshly on your clit, a calloused finger running over your entrance before slowly pushing in and curling. you groan loudly at the feeling of him inside you, lifting your hips to accommodate more of him.

his finger speeds up, while his tongue traces fast circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. you hear that familiar call of pleasure ringing in your ears, an intense pressure building low in your stomach.

just as you’re about to careen over the edge, his tongue stops its movements. he presses a kiss to your clit while you make a frustrated sound in the back of your throat.

“say you’re sorry.” he says against your skin, his fingers slowing down and adding to your anger.

“what?!” you gasp out.

“say you’re sorry, and you can cum.”

“go to hell, jake.”

“wrong answer.”

he moves back until he’s sitting on his heels, regarding you with a steely gaze. you glare back, snapping your knees together.

he reaches out to you, and with a firm grip on your knees he parts your legs again. he takes a hold of his cock and pushes inside of you, filling you completely until your hips twitch.

his hips rock back and forth, the tip of his cock brushing repeatedly over the sweet spot deep inside of you, a sharp thrust causing you to suck air quickly through your teeth.

you urge him to speed up, a satisfied smile brightening your face when he listens and finally quickens his pace. his fingers find your clit, rubbing it in time with his cock. your eyes flutter closed as that same pressure creeps over you, that delicious relief you so craved.

just as he did before, jake began to slow with every thrust and you felt the beginnings of frustrated tears build beneath your eyelids. you can’t help the loud whine that comes out of you, nor can you control yourself long enough for him hold you down.

he stayed buried deep inside of you without moving, feeling you writhe under him and clench around his cock. a warm hand rests on the side of your thigh, gently squeezing.

his body moves forward to allow his lips to brush against yours, first pressing a swift kiss to your jaw.

“are you gonna apologise for being a crazy bitch?” he whispers.

he pulls back to look you in the eye, watching your face twist into a furious glare. you hardly think before you spit in his face, taking small victory in seeing his face scrunch up.

“fuck you, jake.” your voice is tight and strained.

jake’s hands once again find your hips and you’re quickly flipped over, a soft umph falling from your mouth. you feel him slip back into you to the hilt, the soft hair growing just above the base of his cock brushing against your skin.

he roughly pounds into you, knocking the air from your lungs as his skin slaps against the back of your thighs, his fingers tightly holding onto your hips.

“fuck, jake! harder, please.” you pant out, eyes squeezing shut when he obliges.

his hand finds the back of your head, tugging at your hair and pulling your body up until your tied arms make contact with his warm chest, his arm wrapping around your neck and tightly pressing so your air is deliciously cut off.

your eyes fill with tears when you feel your orgasm build once more, because you know it will again be denied by jake’s cruel hand.

like clockwork, he slows his pace to a standstill when you begin to clench around him, panting against your shoulder.

“please, jake! don’t stop, i learned my lesson! please, just let me cum.” you whimper, digging your nails into his stomach as best you can.

your entire body feels like it’s on fire, throbbing and writhing with sensitivity and desperation.

“i still haven’t heard the magic words, princess”

your body trembles against his hold, your legs barely able to support your weight any longer. hot tears streak down your cheeks, and a sob catches in your throat.

“say you’re sorry and i’ll let you cum” he breathes into your ear, quiet and dripping with patience.

“i’m fucking sorry! i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry, jake please just let me cum” you cry out, pushing your hips against him.

“see, that wasn’t so hard now was it? now calm down and i’ll give you what you want, baby.”

he relaxes his tight hold on your throat and gently caresses your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb. his lips press against your hair, and you feel some semblance of control over your breathing under his soft touch. slowly, your head clears and you begin to rock your hips, this angle sending electricity to your chest every time the tip of his cock brushes against you.

he meets your hips halfway, running a hand over your stomach to hold you closer to him, his other hand still cradling your face. without warning your orgasm finally crashes over you, that feeling you had been chasing for so long rendering your body completely boneless.

you melted into the euphoric sensation, letting jake’s strong arms support you as sounds you barely recognised as your own filled the room. the world slipped away from you, the only thing cementing you to the bed being jake’s warm body.

your body shook and twitched around his cock as you slowly came back to the present. jake went still inside of you, giving you all the time in the world to recover, kissing and stroking over your skin with a sweet touch.

he tipped your head back to rest against his chest, and he smiled down at your blissed-out face.

“hi.” you whispered.

“hi, princess.” he replied.

your bodies remained intertwined as your heart rates restored themselves, and his finger angled your chin to face him better.

“i will never want anyone as much as i want you, sweetheart. you’re mine, and you should know that.” he slowly murmured, locking eyes with you.

“i’m sorry, jake.”

“oh, baby. you’ve apologised enough, you were so good. the best, actually.”

jake’s lips finally found yours, a sweet kiss symbolically ending the fight.

taglist: @theweightofstardust @gretavanfleas @tlexx @emsgvf @doodle417 @katie-gvf

[mamabearcat]

One Good Punch

Inuyasha's ears flicked in surprise at the sudden 'thwip' of Kagome's arrow as it shot past him, landing with a solid 'thunk' in the damp soil at the yamabushi's feet, barely missing his toes.

"In case you were wondering", she hissed, "I missed on purpose. Let. Him. Go!"

The monk's eyebrows raised in surprise, glancing between the dog hanyou he'd been about to attack and the unconscious fox demon kit dangling from his fist by the tail, the paper ofuda plastered across his tiny face fluttering in the evening breeze.

"Why would I do that?" he sneered, speaking to Kagome as if she were a small child. "Fox youkai are tricksters, always up to no good. Just like that half demon abomination who was about to attack me."

"How dare you!"

Inuyasha had moments to get out of the way before Kagome stormed passed him, dropping her bow and literally crackling with rage as static pink reiki swirled around her tightly clenched fists.

She stepped in front of the monk and swung, not gracefully, but effectively, hitting the startled monk directly in the nose, causing him to drop the kit. Inuyasha swooped in under Kagome's arm to catch Shippou, cradling him gently to his chest, and then stepped back, slightly bemused at the turn of events where Kagome was the instigator of violence and he was on the sidelines.

"Shippou is a child!" she screamed, voice cracking with emotion. "He was looking for mushrooms for dinner! And Inuyasha is no more an abomination than I am! You know nothing about them. Nothing at all!"

The monk's eyes were wide, one hand clamped over his obviously broken nose, but when he began to speak, Kagome brandished her fist threateningly in his face again.

"I don't wanna hear it. Not one word. And if you try and follow us, I'll let Inuyasha stick his Tessaiga where the sun don't shine, you got me?"

Inuyasha chuckled, then shrugged when Kagome turned her gaze onto him.

"What?" he said with a grin. "You know I'd do it."

Turning her back on the monk with a huff, she moved to Inuyasha, carefully peeling the ofuda off Shippou's face, growling angrily at the red blistered mark on his forehead. She ripped the ofuda in half, scrunching it up in her fist, before hurling it back towards the yamabushi with a venomous glare.

"Is he gonna be okay?" she whispered to Inuyasha, smoothing the red fluffy fringe off Shippou's brows.

"Yeah, I think so. He'll probably have a headache when he comes to, but nothing major. He'll be fine." He gestured towards the Yamabushi with his elbow. "You want me to beat this guy up?"

"No, let's just go back to camp. The others will probably be back by now, and I want to make sure Shippou's okay."

"That was a pretty good punch by the way. You just needed to keep your wrist a little straighter. Your hand okay?"

"My fingers hurt a little."

"I'll have a look at 'em after we make sure Shippou's all good. But yeah, I was impressed."

The monk watched cautiously as the girl and the hanyou carrying the fox demon disappeared from sight in amongst the trees, deep in conversation and ignoring him entirely. Perhaps that was a good thing. He whimpered as he straightened his nose with an audible crack. A sudden thought occurred to him.

I wonder what she meant by his Tessaiga?

And then realised, as he beat a hasty retreat in the opposite direction, he really didn't want to know.