#he nearly knocks you over coming around the corner and freezes up the minute he sees your belly hanging over your bikini

[monkeydlesbian]

trafalgar law who sees your belly pooch one time on accident and it haunts him every time he sees you

[loveriwoo]

~ ☆ boynextdoor reaction to you coming home late . . - 0t6 . . .

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psh: comforts as usual. he tried calling, texting, all that sort, he just lays onto your shared bed, sinking in the mattress hoping you’d be home by the following minutes, he’d listen to your guys’ playlist to past time, suddenly hearing a knock at the door he sparks up sharp and gets out of bed “where have you been.. I missed you” his sleepy eyes say a lot, he just holds you tight rubbing your back softly, though he doesn’t question you much as you both were lead back into your bedroom to doze off.

lsh: he definitely overthinks— he’s wondering around the house hoping you’d pick up the call as he mumbles to himself, praying your safe, he leaves the door of the apartment unlocked but still can’t doze of to sleep not until he sees you’re right in-front of him and fine. As you open the door he immediately rushes out “are you okay?? Where have you been?!” He hugs you tightly not wanting to let go “I’m fine riri,,” he’s still a little worried but at ease, not wanting to bother you with questions you both go to bed, he’s just glad you’re okay.

mjh: very worried at first and it just slowly starts changing into being upset, just like riwoo, he will overthink it, thinking you might be in danger or so,, you try sneaking by using your keys but fail as the doors were locked, you rang the door bell and jaehyun didn’t take even 1 second to rush and answer “it’s so late..” he takes you inside “where were you, it’s nearly 3am” he visibly looks upset “I’m sorry jae,, I’m too tired to talk can we sleep?,,” you yawn hugging into his arms as he carry’s he to the bedroom, still upset but happy you’re safe with him.

hdm: as his impatient self, sitting on the couch, his foot taping every second that passes, taesan is NOT the patient kind, it annoyed him that you wasn’t showing up, taking matters into his own hands he gets up and out of the apartment now trying to look for you around your streets, as he spots you around the corner walking slowly looking tired as if you was leaping over your own steps, he slowly rushes to where you are “it’s freezing at this time” taking his jacket off to put over you, you look up at him “sorry taesan, I stayed behind on shift and —yawns— I’m really,, tired..” taesan puts his arm around you whilst you go back into the apartment ready to cuddle and sleep.

kdh: overprotective asl, he is MAD that you aren’t picking up any calls, he stands and waits right against the door as you knock and he opens the door you’re greeted with a harsh overprotective sounding “where were you. Why haven’t you looked at your phone and answered my calls.” , “baby my phon—“ he interrupted now closer to you “do you not understand how fucking worried I was??” You just look away and try going to your bedroom but he holds you still “you know I just care for you..” he looks at you sharply, you sigh “ I’m sorry leehan but can we please go to bed, am tired..” nodding as he follows you behind to go get some rest too.

kwh: cannot stay up late even though it was a life or death situation- he waits infront of the door, phone in his hand hoping his messages go through but slowly and surely his eyes close up on him, opening the apartment door as you step in you’re greeted with couch-sleeping woonhak, his phone right next to him on your contact, not wanting to wake him up you kiss his cheek and get him a blanket as you go pass out onto the bed and get sone rest.

(Psh = park Sungho)

(lsh = lee sanghyeok/riwoo)

(Mjh = Myung jaehyun)

(Hdm = Han dongmin/taesan)

(Kdh = Kim donghyun/leehan)

(kwh = Kim woonhak)

[hope I didn’t make much spelling mistakes, and if I did I do apologise ㅠㅠ]

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 28th:  Ghost Hunting | Seven Devils - Florence and the Machine | Frantic read on ao3 + masterpost | tumblr masterlist

“Wait,” Eddie pauses and whips around, nearly knocking everything off of Steve’s kitchen counter. “You don’t believe in ghosts?”

It just doesn’t make any sense– after all they’ve seen? After all Steve’s seen? How can he not believe in ghosts? 

Steve shrugs and pops another Pringle in his mouth as he leans against the counter next to Eddie. “No, why? Do you?”

Eddie’s eyes bulge and Steve rolls his own. “Do I believe in ghosts? The guy who got eaten alive by demon bats in a funhouse mirror version of our current waking world? How do you not?!”

“The Upside Down was created, Ed,” Steve laughs and eats another chip, speaking with his mouth full. “Ghosts though? Like, spirits and the afterlife and all of that? I just don’t buy into it.”

“That doesn’t make any kind of sense, Harrington. So you’d just walk into a haunted place or whatever, fearless?”

Crumbs fall from his chest as he brushes them off his shirt Like most things Steve does these days, it’s cute and Eddie wants to beat himself over the head with that Pringles can for the thought. 

Steve nods and licks the leftover Pringle dust from his fingers. Eddie tracks the movement subconsciously. “I guess so, yeah. Why, you wanna go ghost hunting or something?” 

Well, there’s an idea. Does he want to test the waters of the underworld again? No, not really. But does the idea of spending more time with Steve speak to his particular brand of impulsivity? 

It sure does, which is why he responds with glee. 

“Hell yeah!”

--

Dustin hooks them up with some sort of special camera and instructions that go way over both Eddie and Steve’s heads before calling them both idiots and sending them on their way. 

And as they approach the old cemetery, Eddie starts to agree with him. 

Barren trees wave hello with decrepit branches and the gate clatters in the wind. A cool breeze whips through them, cutting Eddie to the bone and he sees Steve shiver next to him out of the corner of his eye. 

“Place is bigger than I thought,” Steve says. “How many people do you think are dead here?” 

“Hopefully of ‘em,” Eddie teases. “Nervous yet, big boy?” 

Eddie bumps their shoulders together and turns to see Steve pull his jacket around him tighter. Like Eddie, the chill hits differently these days, something about the nerve damage from their Upside Down battle scars. It’s hard not to reach out and 

Steve scoffs with his arms crossed over his chest and nudges him back. “Not even a little. Let’s get this over with before we freeze to death.” 

--

Eddie manages to lose Steve in the supposedly haunted cemetery. He’s not sure how it happens– one minute, he’s tracking something that popped up on the camera and the next, he’s alone in a mossy, overgrown corner of the graveyard with nothing but tombstones for company. 

“Steve?” Eddie calls out into the wind. 

Nothing. 

He tries not to let panic set in. 

He’s just veered off course, that’s all. If he retraces his steps, he’ll find himself back to the main path and find Steve, probably annoyed that he’s been stuck waiting. An easy enough task, if he knew which direction he’d come from– the hyperfocus on the camera makes it difficult to reorient himself. 

“Steve?” He yells out again, louder this time as he walks back in what he thinks is the right direction. 

Eddie’s heart starts racing a bit faster, frantic energy thumping in his chest and down to his stomach as he turns in a circle. Nothing but gravestones and epitaphs as far as the eye can see. Another chill takes him by surprise and every hair on the back of his neck stands at attention, probably a placebo response but eerie and unsettling just the same. 

“Steve, where are you?” He yells again, marching forward and up a small hill he’s fairly certain he’d nearly stumbled down when watching the camera screen. 

As he clears the hill, Eddie looks across the bleak expanse of dead grass and dreary landscape, searching for a glimpse of Steve. 

“Steve! Can you hear me?” His voice breaks, quieter than the last few calls. 

When he finds nothing, he starts to walk a little faster, his feet crunching dried up leaves that litter the ground beneath him. Silence envelopes him, loud and consuming, broken only by the sound of his breath. 

Whirling around a tree, he finds himself at another deadend and feels the panic he’s tamped down into a shallow grave begin to claw its way out.

He knows that Steve can handle himself– he’s seen it for himself, after all– but even outside of ghosts, outside of the Upside Down, there are still certain consequences to being seen out in public with Eddie.

The town has been none too kind, even with his name being cleared, and Eddie knows all too well what they’re capable of. Images of Steve beaten and bloodied somewhere in the cemetery, whether by monsters or humans, plague him. Rage and terror seep into his thoughts as he shivers against the wind. 

--

“What the fuck!” Eddie screams and whips around, dropping the camera as his hands ball into fists when he feels a hand on his shoulder.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, it’s just me, are you alright?” Steve’s eyes widen and he puts up both hands in a faux display of surrender.  

He releases a breath he hasn’t realized he’s been holding and folds forward, one hand on Steve’s shoulder and the other bracing himself on his own knee. 

“Yep, all good here, never better, Stevie.” Eddie wheezes out, offering a thumbs up without looking.

“You sure? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost… that wasn’t supposed to be a pun.”

Eddie looks up at Steve to find him smiling down at him, soft and crooked, his absolute favorite– the only beam of light and color in this desolate cemetery. 

“Wow, that was lame, even for you.” 

Steve’s smile only grows wider. “Seriously though, did you see something? I turned around and you were just, poof. Gone.” 

“Didn’t you hear me yelling for you? I got caught up tracking what I thought was something worth tracking and got myself lost as shit.” 

Eddie watches as Steve’s smile turns to a grimace. “Hearing’s not great these days. Guess I uh, took a few too many hits to the head. Sorry.”

“Dude, I didn’t know that. And don’t apologize,” Eddie starts, standing up straight but not dropping his hand from Steve’s shoulder. “I’m the one that wandered off. Wayne jokes he wanted to put me on a leash when I was a kid because of it.” 

“You know, that makes sense.” Steve’s smile returns and Eddie mentally pats himself on the back. “Anyways, see anything worth the trip?”

Eddie steps closer, equal parts emboldened and weakened by the adrenaline, and pulls Steve into a hug. If Steve ever asks him why, he’ll write it off as the come-down from hysteria but he needs to feel Steve’s heartbeat more than his own right now. One arm around his neck, the other around his waist, and Eddie just… squeezes. 

He doesn’t expect Steve to hug him back. 

To his surprise, he feels Steve’s arms come up and pull him tight, one around his waist and the other wrapping around his upper back, one hand resting carefully on the back of his head. Eddie inhales the scent of what’s left of Steve’s cologne and lets himself rest, the throbbing of his heart synchronizing with Steve’s. 

It’s a lovely fantasy, pretending this isn’t just Steve being Steve and comforting someone who looks like Hell. 

Too soon, Steve pulls back, both hands still in place but their bodies just inches apart. Under the moonlight, Steve’s eyes sparkle and his hair glistens, shades of copper and hazel, two of Eddie’s new favorite colors. 

He swallows and nods in delayed response to Steve’s question. 

“Yeah, yeah I definitely did. You?"

Something different coats Steve's expression, something soft and fond– tender, even– and Eddie isn't sure exactly what to make of it. Or of the warmth that blooms in his chest. Steve moves one hand to brush a clump of Eddie's hair out of his face and cradles Eddie's cheek, far too delicate for him to understand. 

"No ghosts, but yeah. Definitely found something worth the trip." 

Eddie swallows and watches as Steve comes closer, and then closer still. Closer until his lips graze Eddie's, a silent question, one that Eddie returns without hesitation. 

When Eddie nearly kissed Steve in the Upside Down, he'd imagined it full of desperation and fear, terror and hopelessness. Now, still surrounded by ghosts but none that can touch them, their first kiss is vibrant– full of light, full of life in stark contrast to their surroundings. 

Like their hug, it's over too soon, pulling apart and resting their foreheads against one another. Steve laughs, a low rumble in his chest and shakes his head. "Please tell me we don't have to tell our friends our first day was in a cemetery?" 

Eddie smiles and nods. "Of course we do. Can't imagine anything more metal."

[coffeeghoulie]

well you KNOW im gonna come in here and ask for mountrain. whatever your heart desires so long as theyre disgustingly in love abt it ♡

i gotchu <3 it's been a Hot Minute since I've written mountrain, hopefully this is sappy enough lmao

Winter peeks around the corner, temperatures dropping with the leaves, everything dreary and grey before the first inevitable snowfall covers the dead vegetation, brown grass and barren trees. Mountain slips out of bed and makes the trek down to his greenhouse every morning, long before the sun rises, to make sure his plants, his babies, are ready before the snow chokes the life out of them.

He can feel the coldspell incoming, feels it in the way the his joints start aching, deep in the bone. He swallows hard, looking at the work he has in front of him. The glass panels need to be inspected for damage, replaced and insulated. The pipes need to be drained, so they don't freeze and burst. All of his fragile plants need to be covered and brought inside. The whole building needs to be cleaned, top to bottom, including his makeshift nest area in the back corner.

It's necessary work, Mountain knows it, has done it every fall for years. It still doesn't mean he likes doing it. It's, for lack of a better term, a mountain of work. But it has to get done. So Mountain squares his shoulders in the pre-dawn darkness and gets to work.

He loses himself in it, doing his best to ignore his sore joints as he hauls potted plants inside, checking over each leaf and stem for disease. He works, making countless trips in and out of the freezing air as the sun starts peeking out over the treeline, tinging the dark sky with pinks and oranges, the budding light softening the florescents that light the greenhouse.

It's quiet work, almost meditative, which means he jumps nearly a foot off of the ground when someone knocks at the door. Mountain spins, very nearly dropping the potted petunias he's hauling in. His heartrate calms as he realizes it's his mate, waving at him through the glass. He smiles, warmth spreading in his chest, gesturing for Rain to come in.

Rain slips into the greenhouse, latching the door behind him. He's got two large thermoses tucked under his arms, and Mountain groans in appreciation, striding over to his mate and taking the thermos Rain offers to him.

"G'morning, sunflower," Rain says, voice sticky with sleep. He's clearly just woken up, pulled on one of Mountain's sweatshirts, the hem coming down to his mid thigh, over his pajamas and made the journey out to the greenhouse in the cold November morning just to bring him tea.

"Morning, tadpole," Mountain says, cupping Rain's jaw with a big hand, leaning down to steal a kiss from his mate. His skin is cool to the touch, and Mountain tries to push his body heat into his mate like a fire ghoul would.

Rain hums, shivering as Mountain's pinkie brushes against his uppermost gill. "Bed was cold," he whispers against Mountain's lips. "You'd been gone so long, figured you might like something hot to drink."

Mountain pulls back, reluctantly letting go of his mate's face to crack open the thermos. He's hit with the herbal scent of his favorite tea, steaming up and curling around him. He takes a sip, eyes fluttering shut as the taste hits him.

"I love you, tadpole," Mountain says, groaning as he greedily drinks down his preferred green tea blend, the one he adds mint to. Rain knows just how he likes his tea, two spoons of honey from the hives he keeps.

Rain grins, flashing his serrated, shark like teeth before taking a swig from his own thermos, the smell of chai drifting from his. "Love you too, Mount," he says, leaning in to nuzzle against his shoulder, not quite awake enough to fuss over the dirt that always, inevitably, ends up caked on Mountain's clothes while he works.

Mountain sets down the thermos, turning back to the water ghoul and wrapping his arms around his waist. Rain smiles wider, looping his arms around Mountain's neck, standing up on his tiptoes to do so. "Hey, baby," Rain laughs. "What's up with you?"

He sighs, Rain's smile contagious. Mountain ducks down and presses a kiss between Rain's seaglass horns. "So glad I met you," he whispers against the blue black waves of his hair, mussed from sleep.

Rain nods minutely. "Me too."

The world shrinks until it's just the two of them, no cold bed, no ever-looming snow. They stand there, basking in the warm humidity of the greenhouse and each other's presence. Everything smells of green tea and plant life and rich, warm earth.

Eventually, Rain pulls back. "It's cold, sunflower, how are your hands holding up?"

Mountain makes a noncommittal noise, but Rain levels him with a glare, and his shoulders slump. "A little stiff," he admits, removing one hand from Rain's slight waist, examining the redness at his knuckles, wind-whipped and raw.

Rain hums, snatching Mountain's hand in between his own. "Oh, baby, that looks like it hurts," he says, rubbing his thumb over his tender knuckles. "I know you've got that balm somewhere, the one with the aloe and the calendula?"

"It's back by my bed," Mountain says. "I'll put some on when I've finished this."

"Nope." Rain chuckles, slipping out of Mountain's grasp and rummaging through the cabinet near Mountain's personal corner. "You've been at this for hours, sunflower, we're putting some of that on, and we're going to take a cuddle break, and then I will help you get the greenhouse finished, okay?"

Mountain smiles as Rain returns with the tin of balm, already opening it and taking a dollop of it. "Alright, tadpole."

Rain takes his hands, rubbing the ointment into Mountain's knuckles, tenderly caressing the damaged skin. He works in silence, before capping the balm and taking Mountain by the hand, leading him back to the daybed he keeps in the corner.

Mountain kicks off his muddy boots before laying down, opening his arms for his mate. Rain follows suit, unlacing his boots before tucking himself into the crook of Mountain's arm, snuggling into the earth ghoul's embrace.

"I love you," Rain whispers, eyes slipping shut.

Mountain yawns, long and low. "I love you too."

[fanfiction--anon]

Mine

Canon Vox drags himself to an empty room. There are several empty rooms in this place.

This one is just the one that has the least light in it. Vox needs the shadows right now. He doesn't want to be seen. He wants to disappear. He wants to be forgotten. He…wants to say sorry to Radio Guard Vox. What he said wasn't great at all. How could he do that? How could he suggest that his other self purposefully leave his Alastor to die, and say that he'd deserve it?

Vox curls up in the fetal position and puts himself into sleep mode. He lets his thoughts run free as he stays there waiting to snap back to reality or for someone to come and find him, whichever comes first.

He doesn't know how long he stays there, but his limbs start to lock up and the fuzziness in his head grows stronger. He closes his eyes. Thoughts of his other selves are crystal clear in his mind. He remembers the smiles they had, the adoration in their eyes, and the genuine care for their Alastors.

Those memories are nice. They're a good distraction. Distraction enough that Vox nearly misses how inside the room, the static starts to rise at an alarming rate. He doesn't notice at first but after several minutes something shifts.

The presence of it is obvious to anyone, even if they aren't attuned to radio waves. 

The static in the room is enough that it messes with Vox's own signal. Another signal enters the room. It's a bright red, and forcefully knocks against his.

Something in the signal compels him to snap out of his trance.

Vox freezes as the radio waves surround him ominously. He opens his eyes and is greeted with a pair of red-tipped boots with gold accents. He follows the boots up to see a red and black uniform adorned with white and gold. Eventually, he reaches the figure's face.

Oh no.

Radio Guard Alastor stands in front of him, his smile wide. It is not a friendly smile. The sparse amount of light in the room manages to catch on his teeth and make them shine dangerously. The shadows in the room flit towards this Alastor as he observes Vox. He grips his microphone tight and taps it slowly against the palm of his other hand.

Vox flinches back as Radio Guard Alastor leans down to look him in the eye.

"What," he snarls, "did you say to my Vox?"

Radio Guard Vox looks around the break room.

All the other couples are busy talking with each other and mingling.

His gaze slides over to Canon Alastor, who sits near the corner, warily eying anyone who comes too close to him.

Vox wonders where his own Canon version is.

Since running off after attacking him, Vox hasn't heard from the other for hours now.

He spoke to his own Alastor after running away and crying his eyes out, sobbing about how much he hated his Canon and that he wished he could just shut off permanently sometimes. He didn't say anything about what Canon told him, feeling like it was important to keep it between himself and his other versions.

Alastor had said nothing during his breakdown, instead hugging him tightly in response before leaving him with the others and walking off to do something.

Vox hopes he isn't getting into any trouble. They really can't afford that right now.

He sighs and starts to stand up. He might as well get some food and try to talk to one of the others. He starts to approach Swap—

All of the Alastors freeze. They stop in the middle of talking, moving, doing whatever they're doing. All of them except for Canon Alastor, who simply freezes and averts his eyes from looking at any of them.

It's silent in the room.

The Alastors slowly turn their heads in one direction: the far wall. Simultaneously, they hold out an arm, as if to protect their partners. They all seem nervous. Almost like they sense something that will put them all in danger. The shadows in the room dance to and fro, and the oppressive feeling of static makes itself known.

Vox blinks. This…this isn't normal.

Something is wrong.

An eruption of static reaches everyone the next second, and all copies of Alastor move.

Vox gets tugged to the side by a stray tentacle just as the wall explodes.

Canon Vox has no time to scream as Radio Guard Alastor snags him by the collar and flings him through a wall.

Pain. All he can register is pain, and the feeling of something inside him snapping.

Other radio signals in the room tell him that he's ended up in the break room with the others.

He scrambles to haul himself into a kneeling position and looks up to see everyone else except his own Alastor looking at him with worry.

Another explosion rocks the area and sends everybody tripping to the ground. A cloud of dust rises, obscuring everything. Vox ducks his head to avoid the chance of his screen being hit.

It's quiet except for the noise of footsteps making their way towards the room.

Vox trembles.

No. No, please. I'm sorry.

Radio Guard Alastor emerges from the cloud of dust. His expression is slack, unsmiling, and utterly blank except for the rage in his eyes. 

There is nothing but pure rage emanating from him.

His gaze lands on Canon Vox, who's pushing himself up with one arm. He doesn't see how Radio Guard's upper lip curls back as he snarls.

The other Alastors, sans Canon, follow his line of sight and blanch as they come to the same conclusion.

Radio Guard Alastor lunges forward towards Canon Vox, the air whistling behind him as he moves at full speed, and the other Alastors follow.

Swap reaches Vox first and teleports the both of them away a split second before Radio Guard appears where they were and slams a magic-enhanced fist into the ground, causing an earthquake and leaving a sizable crater.

Swap emerges from Radio Guard Vox's shadow, his arms tight around Canon Vox as they're flung out of the in-between and sent rolling on the ground. It seems this Alastor isn't as accustomed to quick shadow travel as his Alastor is. Swap Alastor pushes Canon Vox towards him with a look of desperation. “Keep him safe!” Swap Alastor pleads, before he turns back and rejoins the others.

Radio Guard Vox wastes no time and drags his Canon self behind an overturned table before peeking out to watch the fight against Radio Guard Alastor.

Secretly Married leaps forward to try and snag him in a chokehold but Radio Guard tilts his head and grabs his arm just as it flies past his ear and throws him over his shoulder. Secretly Married cries out as he's slammed down on the ground and the breath is knocked out of him. Dadstaticradio dashes in using his staff to try and bludgeon Radio Guard, who merely dodges backward with each swing. He barely even looks at the other.

Undeterred, Dadstaticradio manifests tentacles on the ground, hoping to trip up his opponent.

Radio Guard side steps each appendage and clamps his hands onto Dadstaticradio’s wrist as he flings him to the side, earning a cry of pain from the other. Swap moves in swiftly, trying to distract Radio Guard as Secretly Married leaps with his arms outstretched to grab his neck. Radio Guard dodges them both and flies up into the air before dropping down feet first towards the two of them. They rush out of the way, and Secretly Married springs away again as Radio Guard moves towards him, claws outstretched.

Secretly Married ducks and uses Radio Guard's momentum to grab his arm and fling him into the wall.

He goes down.

Canon Alastor appears on top of him first, grabbing his hair and slamming his face into the ground as he kneels on his back. Immediately, the other three Alastors rush to pin his limbs down before he can throw Canon off.

It's futile.

Radio Guard lets out a screech and flings them all off with one move.

The four Alastors hit the ground at various angles, and Radio Guard snaps his head around to glare at them as they cry out in pain. He takes one step towards Swap, who stares up at him fearfully, but a blast of bright blue electricity to his head makes him pause and turn to find who dared attack him.

Swap Vox is standing, gauntlets aimed at Radio Guard Alastor. He charges up another blast and glares at the alternate version of his boyfriend. “Step. Away. From him.”

Radio Guard Alastor visibly hesitates, obviously conflicted at the thought of attacking another Vox who isn't Canon. His split-second pause costs him.

Secretly Married and Dadstaticradio Vox take the chance to wrap cables and wires around him in quick succession and wrench him to his knees. Swap Vox fires another shot at Radio Guard Alastor again, hitting his head as Radio Guard yanks at the cables. Radio Guard Alastor bares his teeth furiously and covers himself with shadows before melting away.

It's quiet in the room.

The shadows twist and explode outward, pulling the Voxes in before throwing them back outwards towards their partners. The darkness convulses and forms a shape, but instead of Radio Guard standing there in his normal form, it's his demon form: a hulking figure, with skin being stretched over elongated limbs to the point of splitting open and revealing bones underneath. The glowing stitches that run over his body strain with the force of holding his flesh together. His eyes shine blood red as his pupils turn to radio dials and flick back and forth inside a white deer skull that replaces his head. His bones crack as his legs morph into proper deer legs, and his rack grows into a pair of antlers with sharpened tips. Shadowy tendrils curl around him like an old friend as he stands up to his full height. His lips curl back, revealing a set of sharp teeth.

The snarl that Radio Guard Alastor lets out has an undercurrent of broken radio noises and shrieking sirens.

He sets his sights on Canon Vox and charges.

Everybody moves in quick succession.

The other Alastors—except for Canon—shift too and try to hold him back.

The other Voxes loop wires around him and send thousands of amps of current.

It's all in vain.

Radio Guard Alastor shrugs off every attack like it's nothing. He ducks under every swing and tosses each new fighter off without breaking a sweat. He grabs each tentacle and cable trying to ensnare him and flings them all aside. Eventually, he knocks every last demon into the walls before he shrieks loudly and bats away the table hiding Canon Vox. He lunges and catches Canon with his antlers and throws him into the middle of the room, deftly avoiding hitting any part of Radio Guard Vox.

Radio Guard Alastor rushes towards his target.

Canon Alastor meets him in the middle with one last desperate attempt to hold him off. His claws against his Radio Guard's antlers as the two grapple for dominance. Canon summons a mass of tentacles that spring out from the ground as they capture the other deer's legs in a vice grip.

Radio Guard stares up at him, before his mouth curves into a smile. He laughs amusedly, “I'll be borrowing these, thanks.”

Canon Alastor's tentacles shake before they start to loosen from Radio Guard's legs and shoot towards Canon instead. They rip Canon away from Radio Guard and pin him against the wall, several feet off the ground. Canon Alastor cries out as they dig into his flesh and wrap around his throat. Canon Vox watches the scene with a heavy heart before slowly turning and looking up once again to meet the stare of a different Alastor with no reservations about mercy and only one goal in mind. Everybody else is too far away and too battered up to move quickly enough to help him.

He's done for.

Vox takes a deep breath and accepts his fate.

Radio Guard Alastor moves one step forward. Then another. And finally—

“Wait!” Radio Guard Vox rushes in between the two, shocking his Alastor out of his blind rage. “Alastor, wait! Please!”

Radio Guard Alastor snorts furiously, his gaze darting between the two Voxes.

“Alastor, I'm begging you. Don't kill him,” Radio Guard Vox pleads.

His Alastor rears his head back, confused. “Vox? You—”

“Alastor, please.”

Vox watches as his alternate self stares down the angry deer demon.

Things are still for a while, but then, slowly, Radio Guard Alastor starts the shift back to his normal form. He looks no worse for wear if one ignores his singed hair and ruffled clothes.

The static in the room recedes, and so do any stray tentacles. Canon Alastor drops to the ground, gasping for air.

Someone rushes to help him up.

Radio Guard Alastor shifts his gaze to Canon Vox.

“Please, Al, drop it,” Radio Guard Vox begs again.

Canon Vox flinches as Radio Guard Alastor looks away from him and says to his own Vox, “He hurt you. I can't let that slide.”

“I know, I know. He's an asshole. But I don't want you to be the final judgment for another world's version of me.”

Radio Guard Alastor hesitates. “Still…”

Canon Alastor takes that moment to step in. Despite the bruises decorating his neck and the blood dripping down his limbs, he remains his chipper self. “If I may? I'd like to be the one to deal with my Vox.”

Vox feels a flutter in his chest at his Alastor's words. He knows they don't mean anything coming from him, but he can't help it.

Radio Guard Alastor narrows his eyes and stares at his alternate with an indiscernible expression, looking for something.

Canon Alastor meets his glare head-on, though Vox notices how he tightens his grip on his microphone minutely. "I told you. This Vox is mine."

Radio Guard seems to find what he's looking for at that statement. He nods his head. “Alright. If that's what you want.” He then turns to face Canon Vox. “I’m not going to apologize to you.  But I won't attack you anymore. Don't ever do what you did again. Remember that.”

Radio Guard Vox tugs on his arm and leads his Alastor away, shooting Canon Vox an apologetic look as they leave the room. The others gingerly pick themselves up and also exit the room to recuperate. Vox watches the couples hold on to each other and murmur words of concern and care as they leave. Finally, there is no one else left in the room except for him…and…

“Vox.”

Vox looks up at his Alastor, whose smile is wavering. He glances down and meets his gaze.

“Don't make me do that again,” Alastor says quietly, as he takes Vox’s hand and pulls him up. “I trust you know that you can't go around mouthing off to just anybody.”

Vox stares at both of their hands for a moment before looking up to meet his Alastor's gaze.

Alastor flashes him a sharp smile. “I don't like you, Vox. But I do know one thing: nobody else is allowed to do anything to you other than me. Do you know why?”

He chuckles and lifts their interlaced hands so they're in view.

Vox feels his heartbeat quicken.

“You're mine.”

Taglist: @hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog, @alastorsrchivesforthehotel

[gatzilksis-2]

The Grand Return (2)

(this story includes fart kink and other adult elements)

chapter one here

Chapter Two: Beginnings

I met Tony Gonzalez first. I had sat in the expansive lobby of The Chicken Spot, a family-owned business with only 3 locations. He'd come out from the back of the restaurant, donned in the collared shirt of a manager. My jaw nearly fell to the floor.

Tony was six feet tall and average body size, dark tan skin making his big smile stand out. His hair was long, in a dark, curly ponytail behind his head. He extended a large, callused hand, and I couldn't stop staring at his dark, happy eyes. I shook his hand and noticed chest hair behind his open collar. "Hey. Cal, right? I'm Tony."

His hand was so warm. I already had the biggest crush on him. Tony had interviewed me, and then I hadn't seen him for a while. I got hired, but I opened while he closed.

Opening was where I met Vince Martino. He was the prep guy while I opened service. Vince had an olive skin tone with perfect features and an average body, but he was tall and broad-shouldered. His black hair was cut short, and his pale green eyes sparkled behind spectacles. The best part about him was his butt, a tight but thick ass in his standard black pants.

Vince was hot, and we got along well. When business was slow, we talked and shared stories. A few mornings after my first day, I walked into the back to get something from the cooler. Like always, I walked through behind the prep area, where Vince was cutting tomatoes.

I walked directly into a thick cloud of fart, most likely more than one. I didn't say anything, passing through and taking a moment to freak out in the walk-in. He was hot, and he had great farts. I needed to find a way to encourage them.

I left the cooler and walked back through, the cloud staying in place. "My god. Is that the drains?"

"Sure." Vince gave me a sly grin.

"What?" I smiled. "Did you shit?"

"Nah, it was all air." He winked at me.

I moved on, silently thanking whoever for Vince.

A few weeks in, I worked over my usual shift, filling in for someone at night. I finally saw Tony again, walking his sexy self past me with a wave. "Hey! You liking it?"

"Yeah!" It was all I could get out.

Tony went into the office to talk to the morning manager Pam. Not two minutes later, Pam came out quick, fanning her face. I suspected the best option and asked, "what happened?"

"Tony farted in that tiny office." Pam continued past me and walked around the corner.

There was no one else around. I crept around the corner and up to the ajar office door. Tony was counting down a cash drawer. I thought quickly and knocked. Tony pushed the door open, and I put my head inside.

I wasn't expecting the pungency of his fart. It was noxious, bordering on offensive, but it was also extremely sexy to me. "I just wanted to say thanks for hiring me, and I hope your night goes well."

"You, too, Cal." He showed his bright smile, as if he hadn't destroyed all the air in the room.

Fall turned to winter, and business was super slow.

In the morning, Vince and I didn't do much but talk, the weather outside frigid and ugly. We were by the front wall with the registers, but he backed up while I was talking, stepping a yard back. He squinted one eye and then sighed.

"Did you fart?" I asked, though it couldn't have been more obvious.

"I don't know." He grinned in mischief. "Does it smell?"

It hit me as he asked the question, the same smell as before only slightly weaker. "Yeah. A bit."

A few days after that, Vince ran up to me in the drive thru and dropped three audible rippers in sequence. I tried to escape the smell, but he trapped me in the little drive thru area. "What's wrong, Cal?"

"You stink." I pushed him, and he ripped another one. Both of us fell into hysterical laughter, until a car came to interrupt us.

A few mornings later, I went outside to smoke with Pam. It was freezing, but we lit our cigarettes around the corner, protected from the wind.

"Oh my god." Pam blew out smoke and shook her head. "You know how I had to help close last night? Tony and I went out to smoke, and he just squatted and let out this HUGE fart that went on for too long."

"Really?" I was mentally screaming, instantly excited.

"Yeah!" Pam hit her cigarette and blew out smoke. "Tony is always, always farting, and sometimes it smells like death."

It was the greatest sentence in existence. "Really? At work? I never work with him."

"You will soon."

Another amazing sentence!

Pam continued, "Tony's gonna start opening three days a week."

I held in my gasp. "Cool. He seems awesome."

"He's cool, but he stinks!"

Next time!

We see the extent of Tony's gaseous abilities and deeper connections between Cal and Vince!

[bisexual-thoughtss]

I’ve got lots of ideas for Egon, lemme know if ya like it!! I’m picturing Slimer like in The Real Ghostbusters, not like the movies lmao

Egon Spengler x Reader

Cooking is something you rarely have time for in the hectic firehouse, but the calls had been nonstop lately and you wanted to treat your boys (especially a certain scientist) to something special. Janine had agreed that they needed this, giving in after much pleading to take your calls as well as hers so you can cook. They’d just gone out on a bust and you hope to have dinner finished by the time they get back. Making your way around the kitchen, you gather ingredients and flick on the radio as you pass it. You hum along, hips swaying as you chop up ingredients for a simple soup. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s hearty and warm. You truly can’t remember the last time you saw one of the boys eat a vegetable that wasn’t inside of an egg roll, so a home cooked meal is long overdue.

With the vegetables simmering in the pot you can barely hear the song playing, so you move to turn up the radio. As you turn around you almost run right in to Slimer, who’d been ogling the food from just out of your sight.

“I’ll give you some in a minute, buddy. Go on,” you shoo him towards the table, where he sinks down into Peter’s chair to watch you. You finally make it to the radio and turn the dial up, turning it up louder than you normally would since you’re alone and dancing back across the room to stir the veggies. You finish adding the rest of the ingredients before lowering the heat and setting a timer for the soup to simmer. You turn to find Slimer still looking woefully at you from the table.

“Aw come here,” you hold out your arms and he zooms over, nearly knocking you down. You take his little hands, dancing with him to the music and singing along. He giggles loudly as you twirl him around, both of you freezing when you find Egon standing in the doorway in his lab coat. He’s got that damn smirk on his face, making your knees go a little weak as you flush from embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry, I thought you went on the call! I was just making dinner for you guys, I didn’t realize you were here or we wouldn’t have been so loud,” you ramble, Slimer peeking out from behind you. Slimer zooms out of the room before Egon can say anything and your face briefly shifts into a little pout before you remember the conversation at hand.

“You are so cute,” he smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I- you think I’m cute?” You ask, dumbfounded by his words. His eyes widen comically as he flounders for something to say.

“Did I say that out loud?” He croaks, his cheeks an adorable shade of pink.

“Yes, you did,” you smile, walking slowly closer to him.

“Is that okay?” He asks timidly, face lined with worry.

“I happen to think you’re pretty cute yourself,” you tell him, taking his hands in yours. When he doesn’t seem to mind your touch, you pull him further into the room.

“C’mon,” you laugh as you start dancing, urging him to dance with you. He twirls you around, and you land against him with a surprised huff. Your arms find their way around his neck and his find purchase on your waist as you sway together.

“I’d really like to kiss you right now if you could come down here,” you giggle, earning a crooked smile from him before he leans down and pulls you into a kiss. You let out a little noise of approval as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss. Your height difference makes the angle a bit awkward, but before you can voice this Egon lifts you onto the counter, earning a little ‘oh’ of surprise from you before he’s kissing you again. You melt into him as he presses himself as close as he can get, your thighs spread around his hips.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Venkman’s voice rings through the kitchen and it feels like a bucket of ice water being dumped on you.

“Get out,” you groan, tossing the closest thing on the counter at him.

“Sheesh, glad the knife was in the sink,” Peter grumbles after catching the spoon you’d lobbed at him.

“Maybe it’s time to go back to the lab?” You ask Egon. As embarrassed as he looked at being caught, you’d never seen him agree to something quicker, practically dragging you out of the kitchen.

Peter stares like you’ve grown a second head when you call “have some soup for dinner, see ya!” as you allow Egon to tug you away.

[gean-grey-blog]

Thank you @thesymphonytrue for the prompt! Set pre-series.

Neal was curious. It was the root of many of his problems. Including this one.

His contact for obtaining a sample of a historic paint was a recluse, so he had schlepped himself upstate to meet the man. He got to the nearest town the day before and stayed in a hotel. Paging through the very limited attractions brochure, he discovered there was a museum in town. Not an art museum, but still, he was curious.

He went to the museum in the afternoon after completing his transaction, ducking his head against blowing snow between the parking lot and the entrance. It was a medium sized museum, warm on a freezing day. He stood over a case of baseball World Series rings, studying the metalwork. Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He looked.

Agent Peter Burke, the man Neal would least like to run into in a museum where he was contemplating crime, was walking towards the exit, conversing intensely with someone who seemed like a curator. Neal ducked into another room, heart pounding.

He carefully followed Burke through the museum, until he saw the Agent leave.

Neal went and hid in the bathrooms for a while. After about an hour, he left, and got in the car he had borrowed. Shaken–was it just bad luck, or had Burke known he was going to be here?--he pulled onto the road.

The storm was getting worse, and it was starting to get dark. Snow plows were out, keeping the roads passable, but snow was still building up. Neal stopped and put chains on the tires, grunting and grumbling in the wet and the cold. His fingers were numb by the time he got back in the car, he held them in front of the vent, shivering.

He really hadn’t needed this paint this bad. He pulled back onto the road after a plow passed the chain up area, cutting through a short wall of snow. The plow was going faster than he was going to try, so he ended up just alone on the road in the dark, snow coming towards his headlights like he was flying through space.

A tractor trailer suddenly flew up to his left, swerving around him on the wrong side of the road. He clutched the steering wheel, and tried to stay on the road. He shook his head. He could have freaking died…

He had driven for another twenty or so minutes, when he saw light shining out of a snowbank. Someone was crashed on the side of the road. The snowbank was knocked down by the car having gone through it, leaving a space to pull over. He did, and pulled out his phone to call 911. There was no service. Shit.

He climbed out of his car, pulled his coat around himself, and pushed through the snow, hating every minute of it. The car was a black sedan, the tail lights were flashing. He scooped snow out of the way with his hands, until he could get to the driver’s side door and look in the window. There was a man inside, not moving.

Neal knocked on the window. The man turned his head, and Neal jumped. It was Burke.

Burke stared at him through the window, and Neal saw his mouth move in the right shape for, “Caffrey?”

Neal dug in his coat pockets, found a small hammer for using a bump key, gestured for Burke to turn away from the window, and protect his face. Burke turned his head, but didn’t otherwise move. Neal had to bang on the window four times before it broke. Finally it did, and he used his elbow to knock the square chunks of glass out of the way.

Burke stared up at him, shivering violently.

“Caffrey?”

Neal reached inside, trying to pull the door open, but it wouldn’t budge, “what happened?”

“Truck ran me off the road.”

Neal winced. Probably the one that had nearly done the same to him.

“Can you move?”

Burke gazed up at him, blood under his nose, trapped, a known criminal standing over him in the dark, where nobody could help him.

“I’m not here to hurt you.”

Peter nodded very slightly, and finally admitted, “no, I can’t.”

Neal started to dig at the snow. He sighed, shook his head, and looked at Burke, “I’ll be right back.”

Burke watched him go, anxiously. Neal went back to his car, found a plastic box lid, and went back to the crashed car. He started digging Burke’s car out, his hands freezing and red in the cold and wet.

“Caffrey,” said Burke, his voice shaking. Neal looked up. Burke was holding out a pair of gloves, face contorted in pain.

Neal took them quickly, Burke let his arm drop, body shuddering. Neal put the gloves on, and kept digging. Finally he had enough room to partially open the car door. He reached in through the window and made sure it was unlocked, then yanked on the handle. It screeched, and strained, but didn’t open. Neal tried the inside handle, tried both at the same time. He shook his head and cleared more snow, so he could use the full weight of his body.

Burke groaned faintly, and Neal paused to look at him. The older man was leaning forward, eyes closed, arm hugged tight around his ribs. Neal put a hand on his arm, gently.

Burke raised his head with a grunt. His face was wet with snow and blood, his eyes wet with unshed tears of pain.

“Maybe if you keep driving…can get a signal…” ground out Burke, barely audible.

Neal considered it. He could drive until he could call 911, send them back. Firefighters could get this door open in moments, get Burke into an ambulance.

A loud roar sounded behind him, he turned in alarm. A snowplow was coming through. It pushed more snow into the hollow. He was partially pinned against Burke’s car by the influx of snow, and had to dig himself free again.

He looked at Burke. The agent’s head was hanging again, he was really hurt. The snowplow had buried Neal’s car, he would have to dig it out to keep driving. That might be too long to wait. Neal picked up the plastic lid and went back to digging out the door.

Neal finally got enough space to pull with as much weight and strength as he had. It took three tries, his arms straining, one foot braced against the rest of the car, but finally the door popped open. Neal fell back into the snow, panting, sweating even in the cold.

He struggled back to his feet and crouched beside Burke, now that he could actually see what was going on. There was a branch protruding into the cab of the car through the far window, pinning Peter. Peter’s pants were torn, there was a deep gash on his thigh.

Another snowplow came through, Neal got shoved against the open door and against Peter.

“Caffrey…you can’t…stay here…you’ll get…hurt, too…” Burke was struggling to speak, arching his head back in agony, as he fought to get the words out.

Neal glared at Burke, “I do what I want.”

Burke actually chuckled a little at that, though it made him go even paler.

Neal dug himself out again, and reached in, unfastening Peter’s seatbelt. He shoved on the branch until he could get it out of the way and get a good look Burke’s leg. There was a lot of blood.

Neal took off his scarf, and leaned in, tucking it under Peter’s knee, and then sliding it up under his thigh. Peter cried out, grabbing on to the steering wheel, twisting and whimpering as Neal tied the scarf tightly above the wound, until he saw the bleeding noticeably slow. He used a piece of the branch that had injured Peter to secure the tourniquet.

He had to get Peter away from the road, or they would in fact just get crushed. He dug his way into the wall of snow, panting with effort. He managed to break through into the woods beyond the packed plowed snow. He returned to the car.

Burke was lying in the seat, eyes closed. His hands were on his leg, head back.

“Burke?”

Burke opened his eyes and looked up at Neal.

“Do you think your back is hurt, or anything is broken?”

Peter shrugged a little, weakly, “maybe some ribs.”

“Okay. I’m going to pull you back into the woods, away from the road.”

Peter gazed up at Neal, wary.

Neal sighed and crouched beside the car. He gripped Peter’s arm, “I will keep you safe.”

Peter was still uncertain, but he finally nodded. Neal hadn’t hurt him yet, after all.

Neal got his arms under Peter’s armpits, and started to pull Peter out of the car. Peter howled in pain, but did his best to help anyway.

Neal squeezed his eyes shut, hating everything, as he dragged Peter onto the snowy ground, and then back through the tunnel he had made. The journey went over lumps, rocks, sticks, bushes. Peter screamed more than once.

By the time he had gotten Peter back into the woods, the older man was semi-conscious, limp in Neal’s arms. Neal left him there for a moment and went back to Peter’s car. He found a first aid kit in the back seat, and an emergency bag.

He returned to Peter, lying on the ground only partially with it. He dug in the emergency bag, and found a space blanket. He put that over Peter, and tried to tuck it under the bigger man a bit as well. Then he opened the first aid kit. Thankfully there was bleed stop powder, packing gauze, and more. He took off the gloves and stuffed them in his pockets.

He used fresh snow to clean the dirty wood bits out of the wound, Peter just whimpered loosely, fading in and out from the pain and blood loss. Neal put the bleed stop powder on generously, and then started to pack and dress the wound. Finally, satisfied he took the tourniquet off. If it bled through the bandages he would put it back.

He then moved to kneel beside Peter’s head. The FBI agent looked up at him, shivering violently, frighteningly pale.

“You with me?” asked Neal.

Peter closed his eyes, “mmh…”

Neal patted Peter’s face. Peter opened his eyes again.

“Why were you at the museum today?” Neal asked.

Peter opened his eyes, surprise bringing him back around a little.

“You were there?” Peter asked.

Neal nodded, then added with a chuckle, “not to do any crime, it was just on the way.”

Peter managed a faint laugh, “from doing crime?”

Neal shrugged.

Peter closed his eyes again, but did keep talking, “they had a smash and grab. One of a series...came across my desk, I took an interest…baseball is...”

Peter stopped talking, panting, moving his arm down under the shiny silver mylar, clutching the top of his leg. Neal checked it. The bandages were a little wet from melting snow under Peter’s thigh, but no blood had soaked through on top.

He was more worried about the cold, now. He started to trim thin branches from nearby trees, and weave them into a mat thick with pine needles. He laid that down on top of the snow, and dragged Peter onto it. Peter cried out, but weakly.

Neal adjusted the space blanket over Peter, then set to making a second mat, this one stiffer with slightly bigger sticks. He used fallen branches to prop it up at one end, tying it together with bark he stripped from trees and rolled between his hands to make a rough cord. He set it up over Peter to keep the snow off.

He put the first aid kit and emergency bag under the shelter as well, and knelt beside the agent to check on him. Peter was awake, watching him in silence.

“Never knew you were an outdoorsman,” murmured Peter.

“I’m not,” said Neal, flatly, “but I’ve seen some pretty cool art made with natural materials…just copied what they did.”

Peter laughed a little, but it clearly hurt his ribs. He turned his head away. He was starting to get overwhelmed, by pain, cold, fear…

Neal crawled under the little shelter with Peter, put his hand on Peter’s shoulder. Peter turned his head back to look at Neal, tears starting to run down the sides of his face. Neal opened the front of his coat to share his body heat, and laid down next to him on the pine needle mat. He undid Peter’s coat as well, and wrapped himself as much as he could around the bigger man, careful of his injuries.

“Try and rest,” said Neal, and since it seemed to have reached Peter before, repeated, “I’ll keep you safe.”

He put his head on Peter’s shoulder. The older man was solid, muscular but still soft under Neal’s cheek. Neal tried not to be curious about what it would be like to lay down beside Peter under other circumstances.

“Okay,” mumbled Peter, finally.

T

As soon as the sun was up, Neal climbed over the snow wall back onto the road. He stood there until he was able to flag down a snowplow, which was able to radio for help. They also helped dig his and Peter’s cars out.

Eighteen minutes later–Neal was very much keeping track–an ambulance arrived. Peter had to be put on a backboard and carried back to the road. Neal walked beside the crew, holding Peter’s hand tightly. Peter was only kind of awake, but he was definitely aware of whether Neal was beside him or not.

They reached the ambulance, he was put on the stretcher, and prepared to be loaded into the vehicle.

Neal squeezed Peter’s hand, and shook Peter very slightly by the shoulder. He opened his eyes, weakly turning his head to look up at Neal.

“I’m going to go now,” said Neal, gently, “you’ll be okay from here.”

Peter nodded very slightly, and rasped, “thank you. I’ll see you…again…some day…”

His eyes closed of their own accord, and his hand loosened on Neal’s. Neal squeezed it one last time, and gave Peter a quick peck on the cheek, “we’ll see.”

He was curious, after all...

[harryconcepts]

part 86

you're on his lap telling him about your day and every few minutes he gives you a kiss 😔 not trying to interrupt he just loves you so much 😔 for the most part he's being very respectful and listening so carefully, his hands on your thighs rubbing up and down while you talk 😔 he makes little "mhm" noises so you know he's paying attention 😔then he'll say "gimme a kiss" before you go into your next topic but then he's all good to listen 😔

plugrry having a huge crush on you, and he never has issues like this but he's so shy around you 🤭 he just doesn't know how to deal with his feelings so he gets all silent and broody and you think he doesn't like you but really 🤭 one day you're at his place to talk to his roommate, and harry comes into the kitchen not knowing youre there and he's immediately all nervous 🤭 he's trying to be so cool but he stutters a little and goes to lock himself in his room bc he's embarrassed 🤭 a few minutes later you knock gently on the door bc you feel bad and he thinks it's his roommate coming to rag on him so he groans "go AWAY" but you just say "it's me, I'm sorry if i did something to upset you" and he's jumping up to open the door 🤭 he says "no you didn't, not at all, you're welcome here any time" and you say "that's good, I've been wanting to hang out with you but you always kind of run away from me" and his eyes go wide, he says "no, no i'm just busy a lot, I wouldn't - i don't run away from you" and you smile a little saying "well that's good" and he looks so nervous buy then he said "would you maybe- are you doing anything right now? I think my roommate's leaving, we could watch a movie and smoke a little or something" and he looks so hopeful 🤭 ofc you say yes since you've wanted him since you met him🤭 he gets a whole bunch of snacks together while you pick the movie and get settled on the couch 🤭 he comes back with a lighter and a couple joints saying "did you want to? we don't have to" but you do so you agree and he lights it and gives it to you 🤭 after about an hour you're both decently floaty and feeling so relaxed so you lay your head on his shoulder 🤭 he freezes bc he has such a crush on you and you're so close he doesn't know what to do but he's trying to play it cool 🤭 after the movie's over he can tell you're about to fall asleep and it's sooo late but ofc he'll walk you home if you want, but when he shakes you gently to ask you just mumble "I'll stay on the couch or in your roommates bed don't worry about me" and ofc he can't have that bc he knows his bed is better so he's picking you up and carrying you to his room 🤭 he gets you all settled and he's going back to the living room to sleep on the couch but you frown and catch his hand saying "stay please?" and ofc he can't say no to you so he climbs in and you fall asleep laying on him 🤭

harry would be a little bit obsessed with how inexperienced you are 🤭 like not in a creepy way but when you're making out on the couch and you're in his lap, he's gripping your waist and starts to roll your hips against his but you kind of pull back and say with a little gasp "I've never- i haven't done that before I don't know if-" but he's cutting you off saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry baby we don't have to, we can stop I'm sorry" and he moves to help you off his lap but you clutch his shirt and say "I didn't say i wanted to stop" and his eyes nearly roll back in his head 🤭you say "just can we go slow?" and he's so hard he can barely think but he says "of course, we can do whatever you want pretty girl" and he gives you a few kisses on your neck to get back into things 🤭🤭🤭

I'm sorry to feminism i just need harry to play a psycho killer who gets women to trust him and feel safe with him before he slashes them 🫶🏻 definitely a lot of sex scenes in the movie where he focuses on them and making them feel good so they won't suspect anything 🫶🏻 and he's always so sweet and lovely 🫶🏻 even when he has them cornered w his knife he's all "it's okay, i promise it'll only hurt for a second baby" and "don't be scared, you know I'll be gentle with you, you're my favorite girl" 😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋

oh please you're subtly saying he's bad in bed or his dick is small and he's taking it all in stride laughing with everyone then that night he's teasing you when you're begging to cum he says "oh really? are you sure my dick is big enough to make you cum?" and you're in the middle of things but you can't help but laugh together bc he's just soooo 😋😋😋

getting a little cursive h tattoo on your hip crease when he's away on tour 😋 you know the sex is already gonna be disgustingly feral when he gets home but when he's ripping off your clothes and he sees it he freezes 😋 then he's pulling your clothes all the way off and he's all "you didn't, are you- did you really? that for me? such a good fucking girl baby, you've always been mine but now you're mine" 😋😋😋😋 and he's kissing the h leaving hickeys all around it bc he can't help himself 😋 after he makes you cum and you need a little break he spends some more time loving on the mark 😋

yes him being a little stern 😋 when you've been a brat all day so he tells you "get your ass upstairs and I'll come deal with you in a minute" 😋 and you think he's gonna make you cum like youve been wanting all day but then he says "you think I'm just gonna be nice to you after you've been such a brat? i don't think so, only good girls get what they want" and he edges you until you apologize 😋

anyways spooning sleepy sex 🥰 he's kind of just moving you around wherever he wants you 🥰 holding hands with you while he gets you settled against him 🥰 helping you spread your legs so he can feel if you're wet enough for him 🥰 he's whispering sweet (dirty) words in your ear while his fingers move and he kisses on your neck to get you more worked up 🥰 then he murmurs "I think you're ready for me, hm? soaking my fingers aren't you" and you let out a little whine because he's just so 🥰🥰🥰 so he's adjusting you again pulling your leg back and over his so he can slip inside 🥰 you're gripping his hand so tight bc it feels so good and your nails are digging into his arm but he doesn't mind 🥰 he's moving slow just grinding so deep into you and he presses on your lower stomach bc he knows the extra pressure feels so good 🥰 then he lets up on that so he can play with your clit bc he knows it really makes you squirm 🥰 but he's fine he can hold you still 🥰 soon you're tensing up and he murmurs "gonna cum? I know you're so close baby, just let go I've got you" and he praises you through the whole thing, still pressing on your tummy to make it last longer 🥰 and the way you're clenching on him is getting him soooo close so he pulls you closer and whimpers into your neck saying "feel so good on me baby, can't control myself when I'm with you-" and he gasps when he cums 🥰 then you're both so sensitive but he wants to stay inside for a little bit, it's so warm and feels good and you have no desire to say no to him 🥰

ohhh him shaving bc it irritates your thighs 🤭 he sees how red your skin is and he immediately gets up to shave 🤭 you're laughing saying "it's not a big deal we don't have to today-" but he's like "shut your mouth I'll be done in a minute" and you're like 🤭 then he comes back all cleanshaven with some cream to put on your thighs and he's all "I'm sorry, didn't know it was hurting you so much, poor baby" and he's kissing your skin everywhere 🤭 soon you're feeling a little 🤭 and it leads to a very filthy evening where he eats you out until you're pushing him away 🤭

being at an event with harry and he notices your social battery is running out 😔 you don't say anything bc you don't want to ruin his night but he sees you're getting pretty quiet and just looking tired so he's coming over to whisper "ready to go home?" and you say "no it's okay if you want to stay" but he can tell youre just done so he just gives you a hug, rubbing your back and saying "i know you want to leave, we can go whenever you're ready" and you nod right away 😔 he sneaks you out of the room so you don't have to go through the long goodbyes and you say "are you sure? we can say bye to people-" but he's all "no no I'm ready to go" and he brings you out to the car 😔 he just turns the radio on he doesn't try to talk to you bc he knows you're tired so he just holds your hand and you're both quiet 😔 that night when you're cuddled around him in bed you say "thank you" and he just hums a little and keeps playing with your hair 😔

harry being the first person to make you cum 🤭one day when you're a little drunkie together you let it slip that you've never done that with someone else like you've had sex but it's never gotten you there so ofc he volunteers 🤭 and a few days later you're bored and horny so you figure why not 🤭 so you let yourself into his house with the key he gave you and you walk to his room, you take off your sweater and say "i want you to make me cum" and he's on you before you can blink 🤭 he's ushering you to the bed and his hands are on your waist with his thumbs rubbing your skin and he says "I'll make you feel so good, just lay back for me and let me take care of you" and he's kissing down your tummy 🤭 he nudges his nose against your hip and he says "what do you want? my fingers? my mouth? I'll give you anything you want sweet girl" and you say both so he gets to work 🤭 he has you moaning right away and pretty soon he has to hold your hips still bc you're moving too much 🤭so he's making sure you keep your legs spread for him no matter how much you squirm 🤭 you grab his hair and your back arches when you cum and he holds you tight and works you through it until you're pushing him away 🤭 then you lay there trying to breathe as you realize your bestie harry was the first person to ever make you cum 🤭

can i just say that embarrassment kink and tickle kink fit together so well 🤭 like 🤭 imagine harry finding out you like being tickled 🤭 he would never give you a moments rest 🤭 he's all "oh really? you get off on that?" knowing it makes you blush 🤭 he loves to tickle you and make you squirm until you're begging him to stop then he'll say "you don't want me to stop, I know how much you like this" just to make you blush even worse 🤭 he'll say "i bet you're soaking through your panties right now" and you're like "no..." but he just grins and says "you're a bad liar baby" 🤭 then he's so evil saying "what do you want hm? want me to take care of that for you? or I can keep playing with you up here?" bc he knows you want both but he's gonna force you to admit it 🤭

harry telling you not to touch yourself bc he wants to go slow 🤭🤭🤭 you're making out and it's getting filthy and he feels you reaching down to touch but he just grabs your hands and pins them above your head 🤭 you whine but he just says against your lips "not yet, I wanna play with you for a little bit before we get there" 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 he wants you to be losing your mind from how desperate you are before he'll let you touch 🤭

harry would be soooooo good when you're hormonal 😔 something little happens like your favorite shirt is still in the wash when you want to wear it and you just start crying 😔 harry comes over and just hugs you knowing there's nothing he needs to do except be gentle with you 😔 he's rubbing your back while you cry and he says gently "it's okay baby, it's okay" he's just so good with you 😔 he knows you're always extra tired before your period so he subtly gets you to take a nap 😔 he knows you feel bad if you don't spend your afternoons doing schoolwork so he says "I'm so tired after the gym this morning, come lay down with me for a bit?" and he plays with your hair until you fall asleep 😔 he makes sure you're comfy so you'll sleep for at least a few hours and he doesn't wake you until it's time for dinner 😔 then he wakes you up soooo gently, kissing your forehead and rubbing your back whispering "time to get up baby, i ordered food if you're hungry" and he lets you wake up as as slow as you need 😔 you're extra cuddly all night bc you're tired and don't feel very well and ofc he's okay with you being all over him 😔 he makes sure to stay away from sad movies and shows bc he hates to see you cry 😔 he's so good to you always 😔

anyways harry making you squirt 🤭the first time you get together after tour he's worried he's gonna cum too fast bc he's missed you so much so he spends so much time going down on you and fingering you making you cum at least twice until you squirt 🤭 then it's okay if he finishes fast bc he knows you're so over sensitive that it won't take long for you to cum a third time 🤭🤭🤭🤭

thinking about that tiktok anon sent bc can you imagine trying new positions with harry 😭😭😭 he brings it up saying "I saw this... think we should try it 😌 could be fun 😌" and you're like um yes 😌 and then it's so awkward bc you're not sure how to position the pillows or where to put your arms so you're both laughing and then you're like "wait is it like this?" and he's like "that looks very painful" and you can't help but laugh saying "it's not great not gonna lie" and you're both just giggling bc it's so ridiculous 😭 when you finally get everything figured out he's all "you good?" nd youre like "i think so yeah" and he's asking if you're ready 😌 he tangles your hands together and gives you a few kisses on your neck before he slowly pushes in and right away you gasp into the pillow bc it's suuuuch a good angle 😋 he's not even all the way in but you're pushing your hips back against him for more and he's moaning into your neck 😋 then he reaches under you to play with your clit and you cum faster than you ever have before 😋 you're still shaking under him when he cums and he only lays on you for a second before you roll off, youre both breathing heavily and he says "give me a minute then we're doing that again" 😋

I know your men are all into giving their girl whatever she wants whenever she wants it so they're probably not that into edging but sometimes for my own personal health I need to imagine it 🤭 idek which one it's hottest with but im kind of feeling older h being all stern telling pretty girl "you're not cumming until i say so, I don't care how bad you want it you're not in charge here" 🤭 and he won't give her what she wants until she begs pretty enough 🤭🤕

sometimes i think about trying things that are a little more wild than you've done before with harry and he's so nervous to be too rough but you're begging for it 😋 you say "i want- want you to slap me" and his eyes go wide and he says "I don't know if i can-" but you're whining "please baby it feels so good" and he looks unsure but he'll do anything for you so he gives you a gentle smack on the cheek, not even enough to turn your head but you moan and clench on him so hard so he knows you're into it 😋 you say "harder, please" so he gives you another one and then grabs your chin to give you an absolutely filthy kiss 😋

I'm thinking about having a baby from before you met harry, once you start seeing him he loves her right away 💔 one night when your relationship is pretty new you text him saying you have to cancel your date bc your sitter fell through but he offers to come over and hang out with you guys at your place 😭 you're really surprised since he hasn't spent much time with her but he seems excited so you agree 😔 he's having a great time, you cook dinner together while your baby is in her little walker bouncing around to the music 😔 he definitely gets on the floor and plays with her whenever he has a minute 😔 and when you're done cleaning up the kitchen you find them in the living room and he's reading her a book 😔 once you put her down for the night you cuddle on the couch and watch a movie together and he thanks you for letting him come over and spend time with the two of you 😔💔

i accidentally thought about doing body shots with bestie harry bc he finds out you've never tried it so he's all "i'll teach you 😏😏😏" and then you both get a little horny and maybe do a little touching yourselves while you watch each other 😋😋

harry taking off your makeup when you're too tired to do it 😭😭😭 he knows you had such a long day and you just want to sleep but he's not about to let his girl ruin her glass skin so he grabs a makeup wipe and (very gently) gets to work 😔

harry absolutely has a size kink 🤭 he's so obsessed with how he can throw you around and pin you down so easily 🤭 when he first pushes in your jaw drops and you gasp "you're so big" and he's gripping your hips so tight you know it'll leave bruises 🤭 your eyes slip closed but his free hand comes up to tap on your cheek and he says "look at me while I'm fucking you or I'm not letting you cum" and you know he'll edge you all night if he feels like it 🤭 when you get a little too whiny or bratty he just grabs your hands and pins them above your head and that only makes you pout more bc you want to touch him but he just says "only good girls get to touch me, and you just haven't been a very good girl" he's so into being stronger than you 🤭🤭🤭

harry tells you you're always very welcome in his home and he wants you to feel comfortable, he gives you a key and says it's open whenever you need somewhere even if he's not home 😔one day he comes home and sees your shoes and coat so he knows you're there but he doesn't see you so he's calling your name walking through the house 😔 finally he comes to his bedroom and finds you in his bed all cuddled up in blankets and your stuffed animal is in your arms, his heart absolutely melts knowing you brought it from home so you'd feel comfy enough to nap in his bed 😔 he climbs in next to you and he's brushing your hair out of your face gently murmuring "hi baby" until you wake up a little bit and wrap your arms around him 😔 he says "you're warm" and kisses your forehead 😔 you just nod and say "you have a good bed" and he smiles bc you haven't even opened your eyes yet but you're hugging on him 😔 he lets you lay on him for a while then he says "you want some food? i was gonna order dinner" and you nod again 😔 he asks you to stay the night bc he just wants to spend time with you 😔

harry is alwayssssss hyping you up 😭 you wear a shirt thats a little tight or shows some tummy and he knows you're a little nervous to be going out in it so he doesn't say anything about it he just tells you you look nice 😔 then at the end of the evening when you're getting ready for bed he comes up behind you while you're doing your skincare and he hugs you from behind saying "I'm proud of you, you know that? my gorgeous girl" 😔😔😔

Harry's always like "show me your boobs 😁" you're cuddling on the couch and you feel his hands start to wander so you say "yes???" and he's like "show me please 😁" and you kind of playfully roll your eyes but he's all "they're just nice to look at okay!" he's such a boy

[iridescent-petrichor]

i love you, i mean it, chapter nine

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Stark!Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 900

A/N: i've finished it! i wanted to post the last two chapters at the same time so u wouldn't have to wait for what is essentially an epilogue, but i hope u enjoy !!

Previous Chapter

A couple of months had passed since Peter made the decision to stay, and the two of you found comfort in your routines. He joined you to visit your family, watching you slowly open back up to Pepper, and spend more time around Morgan.

Today, Peter had been alone all day, lounging around while you went out grocery shopping. He offered to join you, but you insisted on going alone to avoid dealing with his sticky fingers.

A knock at the door surprised Peter, and he frowned, checking the time while he walked towards the front door. He knew you weren’t home yet, and you would’ve let him know if Happy or Rhodey were gonna drop by.

When he opened the door, he froze.

Before him stood the X-Men, with Professor X at the head of the group. He looked over the team, seeing Scott, Jean, Hank, and Ororo standing behind Charles.

“Oh.” He muttered, opening the door wider to let them in. “Uh, hi?”

Peter ushered them inside, sitting in the living room on the couch opposite them, unsure of what to say or do. He’d never considered the possibility of his friends finding him.

Scott was the first to speak up.

“So, how did you manage to stay at this place? Last I checked you haven’t paid for a damn thing in your life.” He looked around, visibly impressed by the apartment.

“Oh, you know…” Peter shrugs, giving them an awkward smile.

“Anyway, that doesn’t matter.” Hank cuts in. “You can come home now, we spent forever figuring out a way to travel between dimensions. It’s a one-way trip, and we’re kinda on a time limit, so we gotta get going.”

Everyone turns to Peter, looking at him expectantly. He stands slowly, the dread building in his chest nearly becoming unbearable.

“What’s wrong?” Ororo asked, her brows furrowing while Jean and Charles exchanged a look.

“I’m… good, actually.” He said, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked at them.

“Peter, we’re gonna bring you home…” Hank said, confused.

“Yeah, I kinda prefer it here, actually,” Peter muttered, shrugging. He glanced at the clock again, knowing you’re gonna be home any minute.

Charles, who had been silent the entire time, didn’t take his eyes off Jean. He gave her a long look as if the two were having a silent conversation.

“So, wait, why aren’t you coming back?” Scott’s tone was incredulous, earning him a light slap on the shoulder from Jean.

“I, uh, kinda found a good thing here. Something I don’t plan on letting go anytime soon.”

Scott rolls his eyes, though it wasn’t visible with the glasses he had on. “Oh please, what could possibly be keeping you from going home?”

As if on cue, everyone hears the unlocking and opening of the front door. Immediately, Peter straightens, and the X-Men were quick to notice how fast his attention was captured by the noise. Scott opens his mouth to make a smartass comment before a voice rings out into the apartment.

“Hey, Pete!” You call out, struggling to hold all the grocery bags in your hands as you make your way further into the room, kicking the door shut behind you. “The store was out of Twinkies, so we might have to run out to the store across town later if we get low-”

By the time you round the corner, you freeze. Five strangers stared back at you with an expression that surely matched your own.

“Of course it was for a girl,” Scott said under his breath, making you frown.

“Hey!” Peter finally snaps out of his daze, speeding over to you to take the bags from your hands, having the groceries put away before you could blink.

You don’t react to his speed, still staring at the people crowded in your living room.

Peter walked up beside you, gesturing to the group.

“These are… The X-Men. My old team.”

It’s only then that you turn away from the group, giving Peter a confused look. Quickly, he points out who’s who, and you can finally put names to faces.

“It’s lovely to meet you.” One of them, Charles, says. “But we should get going if we want to make it back to our own dimension. I’m sure you’re already aware we’re not from here.”

You frown at him, then your eyes widen, a flash of fear making its way onto your face as you look at Peter. There’s a moment where you’re sure he would leave with them.

And yet, he looks at you with a calm smile, and your fears dissolved instantly.

Without looking away from you, Peter spoke again. “Hey, Hank?”

Hank turned, the X-Men already on their way to the exit, and looked to Peter expectantly.

“Let me know if you ever figure out a way to hop between dimensions. I might consider visiting then.”

Hank grins, nodding before going back to the group.

You stand, still shocked while Peter speeds after them, wishing them a quick goodbye and hugging each of them before shutting the door behind them. The second the door shuts, he’s standing in front of you again, a gust of wind left in his wake.

“They seemed nice.” You say quietly, reaching forward and fiddling with his fingers absentmindedly.

He nods, looking at you with a soft smile. “Yeah, they’re alright I guess.”

Peter leans forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek with a grin.

“They don’t quite compare to my girl, though.”

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Hello!! Can you do Eddie with a Muslim girl? please 💕

Hi there! I tried to get a few more details about this request-made a post a couple of times, but didn't get a response. I do apologize if this isn't what you had in mind.

Eddie Munson x Muslim Girl Reader

Send me request here! Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, POC too).

The more details you had to your request, the better it is for me. EX: “What about some fluff for Eddie after he’s had a long day?”

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It starts with just a note.

Hi.

You know the scratchy handwriting anywhere, after spending a month next to him in Algebra and swapping math notes so Eddie could get the equation down right, you've learned to spot the handwriting nearly a mile away.

But this, what you have with Eddie now all started five months ago at the start of a new school year and the two of you landed in History together. You weren't the type to sit in the back but you didn't love History. You were good at it, but what they taught wasn't always the full truth. It'd been picked over and watered down.

So you sat in the back, to avoid the gaze of Mr. Brown, planning to do just enough to pass the class without raising the alarm of your parents. Eddie gently taps your arm as you're doodling in the corner of your notebook and by the time you look up, peering around to see a folded piece of paper slid across the desk towards you.

You take it, as discreetly as you can from Eddie's retreating fingers and unfold the squares to reveal the single word on the college lined notebook paper.

Hi, Eddie.

Thanks again for your help last year. Promise this year I won't need as much help.

You snicker as you read the note at Eddie's underline the word "as". He's smart, easily distracted and clearly the system's not designed to accomodate people like him. But you know he's good under the surface of leather jacket and wild hair. You grin to yourself as you look back up at the board. Mr. Brown is deep into a lecture and you drop your gaze to look down to respond. I'm always happy to help.

You're nice. Sweet, too. Do you still have Wednesday's free?

You read over the note, freezing for a moment. Eddie's got his head buried in his notebook when you look over to him. I do. Why? What's up?

You slide your respond back over to Eddie and for someone who seems to buried in their notes, Eddie's hand shoots out for the response like a bat out of hell. You smile to yourself, looking back up tp the board and then jot down another line of notes.

Like to make it a long standing study date if it's okay?

Yeah, that's okay. Do you mind coming over? Parents are a little strict about it. Usual time?

You normally, last year, with Eddie would tutor him after school at the library--but given recent events in the town, your parents wanted you home unless there was a group of you out and they knew everyone. You tried not to ruffle feathers. It would only make matters worse.

You sure your parents won't mind? I don't scream bring to your house and have to interact with your parents material.

They're cool--well about some things. Our ritual sacrifice will have to wait for another day.

Eddie giggles, no one outside of the two of you seem to really notice but he fucking giggles as he reads your response. Damn. Was hoping it get it done sooner this year. But as long as you're sure, I'll be over at the usual time.

And with just a simple note, you and Eddie have landed yourself here. Every Wednesday, Eddie pulls into your driveway promptly at 5 but always lingers in the van for a few minutes to make sure he's not catching your family in the middle of prayer. He pulls out his backpack from the floor of the passenger seat and prays to whomever is above that the smell of his pail hasn't lingered too bad.

When he thinks the coast is clear, he piles out of the van, knocks on the front door is always immediately greeted by your father. It's always with a smile. "Come, come in," your father greets as always patting Eddie on the shoulder.

The house always smells alive--spices Eddie can't put a name too, but your mother is always happy to offer whatever she's been cooking or snacks. Eddie takes them with a smile and settles down at the kitchen table. And like clock work as Eddie settles down at the kitchen table, you come down the hallway, voice huffing as your sister clings to you.

"I swear if you steal another one, our parents will have to bury you."

Eddie laughs, fingers toying at the rings of his notebooks as you come down the hallway. You smile at him, books in hands and just behind you is your sister, a clip in her scarf that Eddie is yours. Clearly it's not that important because she's still wearing it but Eddie likes watching the way you and your sister interact. You settle down across from him and your sister waves at him. He waves back.

"Where did we leave off?" you ask with a huff, watching the way Eddie's gaze softens when he turns it full to you. You're not sure what the look is supposed to mean, but it makes your stomach flutter just a little.

Eddie blinks, dropping his gaze back down to his notebooks. "World World II I'm pretty sure," he answers.

"Lovely."

You watch Eddie shift in the wooden chair and the bangs start to stick on his forehead. The house is warm with the addition of the oven going and your mother at the stove. Eddie always shows up, no matter how hot it is outside in a flannel.

"Is it too warm?" you ask, getting up to fix a glass of water and grab some paper towel off the role.

Eddie clears his throat after taking a sip. "Thanks. I'm okay."

"The house is not going to go into flames if you take off the layer. I promise. The tattoos are fine, you know."

Eddie ducks his head. "Just-just wanted to be respectful," he laughs.

"You literally sit here for like an hour and a half once a week and you don't even need help in History. You could be anywhere, but you're here. You don't have to prove anything else." You motion at the flannel. "Go on."

Eddie's cheeks turn pink and it's not with the heat of the kitchen before he slowly peels himself out of the red flannel that he stole from Wayne.

"Tada," you laugh. "You flames, no Hell bursting wide open. I don't believe the rumors anyhow."

"Thanks," Eddie whispers. "For giving me the chance."

"Of course."

He realizes as he starts to form the words that he probably shouldn't ask here. But also it doesn't hurt to ask here either. "Think I can stretch my luck and get a date?"

At that you laugh as you hear your dad groan and push off the sofa. "Gotta ask the big guy first," you nod over your shoulder.

"What's this I hear about a date? Where are we going?"

[leoswritingcorner]

SW October Prompts Day 6: Senator

ft cool sexy funky fresh senators lucky, patience and betty

R3TT’s mechanical growls alert Lucky to the presence at her door before there's a reluctant knock. R3TT lets out a short bark, quieting at Lucky’s hush. The GV/3 droid makes a whirl that sounds something akin to a huff, as it circles and lays down. 

Shaking her head, Lucky looks back to datapad, her eyes picking up where she has left off with her newly drafted bill. It only needed just a few more final touches before today’s meeting in the evening. R3TT growls again when another knock comes, this time, more persistent. “Yes?” Lucky calls, typing the necessary changes to the bill. 

“Senator Day,” Comes the voice of one of the senate guards. “The meeting…”

Lucky takes a quick glance at her clock, worrying for a moment she had let the time slip away from her. Relief fills her when she sees she still has two solid hours to go. “Isn’t for a while,” Lucky says, setting the datapad down, and rolling her shoulders. How long has she been working on this exactly? She looks at the several empty cups of caf and tea that are littered across her desk, and then at the blanket splayed over the couch in her office. 

That’s right, since yesterday, with three hours of sleep to balance it all.

“No, Senator,” The guard says impatiently. “It’s been moved up,”

Lucky’s fingers freeze mid-typing. Her green eyes shoot to the door. “I…the- the meeting…” she gets out, fumbling over her words. A stark contrast to her verbal fluidity in the Senate Rotunda. “It’s what?” She finally gets out, standing to her feet quickly.

“The meeting has been moved up, it’s in 15 minutes. Anyone who is tardy will have to present their bills next week”

Lucky is sure her blue skin has gone red. “What?” She gets out again, this time anger lining her voice rather than shock. “This is clearly harassment,” She snaps to herself, snatching up her items. None of her advisors were here yet. All believed the meeting would be later. If she didn’t present her bill, she wouldn’t get the chance till next week. She couldn’t afford that. Someone was pulling strings in the Senate. Again.

“Should I escort you?” The guard calls. Lucky doesn’t answer and makes a desperate search for her headpiece. She’s thankful she took a trip to the refresher and showered just hours before and got dressed. Yes, it always helped to be prepared. Especially with snakes in the Senate.

The charms of her headpiece chime as she dashes for the door, her dress swirling behind her. The guard looks at her as the door slides open, and the Pantoran senator all but storms out.

“I’ll be fine.” Lucky finally responds, shuffling her items around in her arms, making a mental inventory of everything. “Where are the Coruscant Guards?” She asks, heading down the corridor, glancing around, noticing the absence of the red armored troopers.

The senate guard snorts, following her at a distance. “Patrolling,” He says “don’t worry Senator Day, your Corrie clone will be happy to escort you back later,” 

Lucky ignores him, the mocking tone in his voice agitating her nerves more than they were already. She pushes her feet to walk faster toward the designated entrance to her repulsorpod. Her eyes drift back to the datapad in her hands, and for a brief moment, the confidence she had in her work abate. Lucky quickly pushes the doubt away with a shake of her head. Well…maybe she could make a slight change to article 3, section 5…

A startled gasp leaves Lucky as rounds the corner and nearly meets head-on with Senator Patience. Lucky fumbles in catching the paper notes she had tucked in her arm. Patience catches the falling items, and Lucky sighs. “Oh, Senator Patience, thank you.” She says, taking the papers back. “I’m guessing you got the news of our early meeting late as well?” She asks, smoothing out her dress.

Patience makes an unimpressed sound. “Corruption in the senate rears its ugly head once more,” She states with a roll of her eyes. “Obviously a last-ditch attempt on the Trade Federation’s part to keep this war waging for as long as it can,” She points out, pulling her own datapad into her hands.

 Despite her displeasure with how the day was turning, Lucky couldn’t help but smile at Patience’s words. She had always admired the Europa senator. Her speeches were always so moving and inspiring, always taking into consideration not just the Republic, but its people.

“Patience!” 

The young women turn to see Patience's advisor Betty making a brisk beeline for them, pointing to a chronometer on her wrist. “We only have five more minutes,” She warns quickly. “Senator Day,” She greets politely, before taking Patience by the arm and whisking her off down the hall. Her blonde head whips back as she calls back. “Love the dress. Knock them out, Lucky!”

Lucky takes a deep breath, entering through the doors to her repulsorpod. Oh, she intended to.

*

If at all possible, Lucky’s mood has gone from bad to worse. Her legs ached from the countless hours of standing and pacing, and her throat was raw from her speech, and though she was met with booming agreement from her fellow senators, her bill was ultimately placed on the back burner. 

The chancellor had made the suggestion to strengthen it and present it in the next senate meeting. She knew she could have made that change to article 3, section 5…

A ping from her datapad catches her attention. A chat from Patience waits for her on the screen

Patience: I thought you were wonderful. Your bill should have passed. They don’t see this war for what it is, only as a means to make money.

A rueful smile comes to Lucky as she types a hasty reply. 

Lucky: Thank you. But if the chancellor wants a stronger bill. A stronger bill he’ll get. Wait till he and the senate see my new one. Something in regard to sentience and rights for some men who are a big part of this war.

Patience: Lucky Day, I must warn you, that will certainly upset some folks here. It may cause quite a scandal, too. Mind if I draft that up with you?

Lucky bites her lip and holds back a laugh, not even paying mind to the Chancellor’s closing speech.

*

Betty beams at them both, clapping her hands in applause. “You both were absolutely wonderful out there today.” She compliments Patience and Lucky as they wander back out to the hallways. “We should go out to dinner and celebrate,” She offers, walking between them. 

“Celebrate our bills being practically rejected?” Patience asks, her brows rising in humor. Betty scoffs, waving a hand.

“Obviously, they scared someone enough they had to pull this stunt and see to it the voting was swayed.” Betty concurs with verity. Lucky and Patience share a look and smile. That was certainly one way of looking at it.

“I’ll have to pass, I have some more work to wrap up.” Patience declines with a shake of her head, stopping before her office. “Betty, why don’t you head home for Europa? I know it’s been a week that you’ve been here to help me to prepare.” 

Lucky wishes she could go home to Pantora, for a moment she visualizes her family’s ranch and the wide marshlands. She sighs and nods. “I have work to do as well,” She says. Betty’s shoulders drop slightly but she nods.

“Next time, then we’ll actually celebrate because the bills will pass,” Betty says with a smile. The three give their farewells and hugs before parting ways.

The Senate can be so serene after dark, where the calamity of the day has ended and the countless have gone home. But sometimes, the shadows could play tricks. Lucky barely makes it down the hallway before leaning against the wall and tugging off her heels. A wisp in the shadows makes her squeak and freeze. Her wide eyes follow the moving silhouette as he heads toward Patience’s office. Leaning back, she spies the tall and strong form of a young man, his features become more apparent as the door to the office swishes open. It’s hard to mistake his clothing and robes for a Jedi’s. There are a few hushed words before he slips into Patience’s office. Lucky stands there wide-eyed, her hand flying to her mouth. Well, then. This was something entirely different for another day. Should Patience ever wish to speak about it.

When Lucky finally makes it to her office, R3TT is there to greet her with a happy mechanical bark. Lucky looks around the room, the flashing lights of Courscant's night life reflecting in. She wanders over to her desk, linking up her datapad to the computer. 

“Well, R3TT…” She sighs. R3TT lifts its head to her questioningly.  “It’s back to work,” She says, lacing her fingers, and cracking her knuckles. 

Another long night.

[electricspoon]

what happened that night.

clockwork : before vecna, chrissy and eddie had become friends before then

trigger warnings : yelling, just overall bad parenting.

word count : 843

Chrissy didn’t know how it happened but she had been fighting back and forth with her mother for at least half an hour by now. She was curled up in a ball in the corner. Her knees were to her chest and her face was stained with tears that had continued falling. “Why are you so upset mom?! He is just a friend!”

Her mother scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Because I don’t like him! Not one bit! He is just some low life drug dealer that has no purpose!”

That just made Chrissy sob harder. She hated people saying that about Eddie. Eddie was one of her best friends. God, she even thought of him as a brother. Eddie was smart and caring and she knew he had a lot of potential. “He is not! He’s my best friend, mom stop it!” She was just getting louder by the second.

“Fine! I’m not dealing with your teenage bullshit right now, Chrissy! I don’t want to see him around anymore!” And with that her mother stormed off and slammed the door. Chrissy flinched and just started sobbing more.

After about fifteen minutes of sobbing she decided she wanted to see him. So she climbed out of her window as quietly as she could and got back down to the ground. She didn’t have a car, despite her family having the money. Her mom just didn’t want her going many places. But because she was a cheerleader she just walked everywhere because she had the strength.

It took her another twenty minutes to walk to Eddie’s trailer and she hadn’t brought a coat so she was shivering. Her face being stained with new tears also didn’t help since she had been sobbing the entire walk. Despite her freezing she just weakly knocked on the door to the trailer. 

Eddie was on the couch just reading Lord of the Rings until he heard the quiet knocks and sobs. He quickly got up and ran to the door, opening it. He was shocked to see a shivering, sobbing Chrissy standing in front of him. “Chris? What happened?” She just shook her head in response, not wanting to talk about it. He understood so he scooped her up in his arms and brought her over to the couch, wrapping her up in his favorite blanket. “You’re freezing… Did you walk all the way here..?” She nodded with a sniffle as he wiped the tears from her cheeks.

“Oh Chrissy… come here.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest to try and calm her down because she seemed really shaken up. She was usually quiet but not around him so he knew something pretty bad happened. 

After a few minutes she had stopped sobbing so he loosened his grip on her. “Are you ready to talk now?” She shook her head again. She wasn’t in a talking mood and Eddie knew that feeling all too well so he got up and popped in Snow White so they could watch it together. This wasn’t the first time Chrissy had to be calmed down and she had mentioned she loved Snow White so he bought the tape. He bought it just for instances like this when she was too shaken up to talk and she needed comfort. 

They got all cuddled up to each other again, Chrissy’s head resting on Eddie’s chest, just listening to his heartbeat. He just played with her hair a bit while she was distracted by the movie. About halfway into the movie he noticed her quiet yawns so he just smiled and kept doing what he was doing. 

The crying had tired her out so she had fell asleep on top of him. He didn’t notice until he heard snores. He chuckled and gently picked her up, taking her to his bed so she could be more comfortable. He adjusted the blanket on her and pressed a kiss to her head before walking out and laying back on the couch.

Eddie was reading his book again, nearly finished when he heard the sound of quiet footsteps. He looked over to see Chrissy standing there. She was in his shirt, which she had changed into when she had woken up. Eddie didn’t mind of course. He knew she found comfort in it so he just let her wear it. It was huge on her though, since she’s pretty underweight. 

“Eddie..?” She was quiet, mumbling a little as she looked down at the floor.

“Yes?” He stood up again, walking closer to her.

“I want cuddles… please.” Being held by Eddie was what calmed her, helped her sleep so he nodded. He wasn’t going to say no. He scooped her up again and brought her back to the bed, laying down next to her this time. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled the blanket over them. Neither of them cared about what Chrissy’s mom would say because they knew that next to each other was the safest place they could be.

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a/n : a short one to begin. not shipping AT ALL. I see them as siblings.

[earlgreydream]

mission.

| stucky x reader | fluff | smut |

oh no, there’s only one bed trope

“James!” You screamed, your voice getting carried off in the wind. You kicked backwards, knocking free from the grip of a Hydra agent. You ducked as a bullet whizzed past your head, slicing through the skull of your enemy.

A hand wrapped around your arm and dragged you forward, forcing you to break into a run. Blinded by the storm, your lost your footing in the slick mud. If it wasn’t for Steve’s grip on you, you would’ve fell face first into the ground.

“Be careful!” The shout was stressed, impatient.

You swore and ran through the field after the soldiers, nearly tripping over the uneven ground. Your muscles were burning along with your lungs, and the rain was so thick you couldn’t see.

“We can’t drive in this!”

“We don’t have another option!” Steve shouted back, his grip on you tightening as he helped you onward.

The mission had gone to absolute shit before it even started. Stark sent you, Steve, and Bucky to hunt down a Hydra agent, which you’d just taken out in the field. However, he’d gotten wind of your arrival, prepared with an elite security team you had to get through. They had nearly succeeded in killing Bucky, throwing the three of you off from the beginning.

The storm had made everything nearly impossible, and it wrecked any chance of you getting home soon. No plane, not even one designed by Stark, could fly you overseas when you couldn’t see two feet ahead of you.

You couldn’t see Bucky, or Steve really, only knowing he was there by the hand on your arm. You trusted Bucky was nearby, making his way back to the car with you to try to get out of the middle of nowhere.

You were exhausted, hardly able to stand, let alone run through the storm, covered in heavy mud and gear. You finally made it to the car, your shaking hands coming into contact with cold steel.

The three of you managed to get inside the vehicle, though it didn’t feel like it was going to do any good. You were soaked from the rain and covered in mud and blood, and you were shivering from the icy temperature.

Bucky turned the key in the ignition, deciding that you needed to drive to shelter, even if he couldn’t see the road ahead.

“Fuck! Bucky!” You yelled as cold air blew directly on you from the AC, making you feel like you were going to freeze death.

“I’m fucking taking care of it, Y/N!” Bucky snapped back, raising his voice at you.

“Hey, that’s enough, Buck.” Steve interjected, despite being on edge himself. Bucky turned off the air, pulling out into the road and blindly inching back toward the small eastern-European town.

“I’m sorry.” He finally said through clenched teeth, and you shook your head.

“It’s fine, we’re all just exhausted.”

You didn’t even realize you were clung to Steve until Bucky parked, somehow managing to get you three to a motel, alive. You muttered an apology, grabbing your backpack off the floor and running into the front office.

The desk manager eyed the three of you warily, and you sagged against the wall, struggling to stay upright. The floor felt like it was rocking under you, and you grabbed Steve’s arm to try to steady yourself. You were so cold, you felt like you were about to freeze to death.

Bucky started speaking to the main in fluent Russian, the conversation growing sharper and more annoyed as they argued. You didn’t understand what the problem was, and you started to cry, overly exhausted, dirty, and weak.

“Stevie,” Bucky whined at Steve to take care of you while he continued to deal with the manager.

“Y/N, take deep breaths,” Steve hugged your shivering body to his, and Bucky gestured at you and shouted at the manager.

He flashed his gun before he was finally given a room key, and he threw the door open, motioning the two of you to follow. Steve carried your backpack for you, gently pushing you after Bucky and praying you didn’t collapse.

Bucky unlocked a room, pushing you inside ahead of him, and you stared at the one bed. You were too tired to truly care, lethargy threatening to drag you under.

“It was all they had. He’d barely give me this last room.” Bucky’s tone was apologetic, albeit frustrated.

“It’s fine, one thing at a time,” Steve sighed, and you dropped to the floor, working your boots off.

“I need a minute, you can shower first,” you said hoarsely, and the boys nodded, Bucky tenderly touching your head as he walked to the small bathroom, tearing off his ruined clothes. He was quick, and Steve was in and out right after, both of them clean in under fifteen minutes. You sat on the floor, trying to catch your breath and drink the water bottle that Bucky had forced into your hand.

“Can you stand for a shower?” Bucky asked you, and you nodded, taking his hand as he helped you off the floor. You grabbed your one change of dry clothes from your backpack and set them on the sink.

“Don’t lock it please, Y/N,” Steve called, worried you would collapse.

“M’not!”

You stripped out of your ruined uniform, discarding it with the boys’. You stepped under the hot water, a moan escaping you as you finally got some relief from the freeze deep in your bones. You washed the mud off of your body and out of your hair, nearly crying from the relief of the hot water.

“Oh my god, fuck!” You shrieked when your clothes fell off the counter and onto the wet floor, the drain not doing much good.

“Y/N?!” Bucky’s concerned voice came as he cracked the door open.

“I’m fine, I...” you started crying again, feeling defeated and worn out.

“Doll, what happened...” Bucky’s voice was soft, the rare term of endearment making you cry harder.

“I dropped my clothes!” You shut off the water and peered around the dingy curtain. You grabbed a dry towel from his hand, staying behind the curtain as you dried off, the steam keeping you warm.

“Just leave your clothes. You can have Steve’s sweater. That’s all we’ve got, but it’ll be big, so...”

You were wrapped in the towel as you took the fluffy white sweater from Bucky, pulling it over your head once you were given some privacy.

It fell almost to your knees, the sleeves covering your hands. You wished you had something to put on under it, but this was the best you could do right now. You squeezed the moisture out of your hair before joining the boys in the small motel room.

“You okay?” Steve asked, and you nodded, thanking him for the sweater. They had only managed to raid a vending machine outside, and you were handed a package of crisps and another bottle of water. The television in the corner was playing some Russian telenovela quietly, the scratch of the fuzzy connection interrupting it.

You sat on the edge of the bed, eating the crisps and wishing you had some real food to satiate your stomach ache. You pulled an extra band from Bucky’s wrist, tying your damp hair up on top of your head, getting it off your neck.

Your two best friends wouldn’t let you lay down until you’d finished the second bottle of water, paranoid of your possible dehydration. You ignored their anxious nurturing, getting under the covers as soon as you’d finished it.

You had never felt so exhausted in your life, and your eyelids were heavy as they fell closed. The two super soldiers laid down on either side of you, surrounding you with warmth. They were like two individual heaters, pressed against your back and front in the small bed. 

You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but it was pitch-black when you woke up. You stirred, your eyes still heavy with sleep. The storm was loud outside, covering the soft breathing of the soldiers.

You felt metal between your thighs, Bucky’s hand gently rubbing your inner thigh.

“James?” You murmured, stirring.

“Mm?” He was barely awake. Steve’s arm tightened around your waist, holding you closer. You rubbed your eyes, snuggling deeper into Steve’s soft sweater.

Your mind was thick with sleepiness, and you were still stuck in a half-dream state. It was warm, dark, and heady, surrounding you in a settled calmness.

You felt Bucky’s fingers trail higher, finding you bare after the clothing mishap. You didn’t register what was happening at first until you felt him sliding along your skin, finding your bundle of nerves. You whimpered softly, your mind melting and your legs parting even though you didn’t know what was happening.

“James, what are you doing?” you whispered breathlessly.

“I can’t keep my hands off of you, doll. You’re just too irresistible,” Bucky murmured into your chest, curling up closer into you. His lips ghosted over your neck, hot kisses dotting along your skin. Your body ignited with the touch, and you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away.

“Wanna feel you,” Steve’s sleepy voice hummed through your hair, his hand moving up your sweater up to your chest. A noise escaped you as you felt Steve slowly begin to grind against your backside, hardening against your soft skin. You realized they were naked too, and you began dripping on Bucky’s fingers.

“Sweet girl, does that feel good?” he smiled against your throat, marking you up with hickeys. 

You nodded, tipping your head down to kiss him. It was a bit hesitant at first, but you couldn’t keep yourself from melting into Bucky. Your lips molded together, his gentle movements easing any doubt in your mind. Steve squeezed your breasts, teasing your nipples and making you sigh against Bucky. He slid his tongue past your lips, the warm muscle exploring your mouth. Metal fingers pressed slowly inside of you without resistance, stretching you out and rubbing your velvety skin.

Your soft sighs and moans filled the motel room, and you reached behind you to pull Steve into a searing kiss. Bucky pulled your leg over his, giving them better access. You whined a complaint when Bucky pulled his fingers from your heat, causing the boys to laugh softly.

“I’m just going to get you ready for Steve, doll. Is that alright?” Bucky’s silver eyes locked with yours, searching for any hesitation.

“Yes, but... go slow?” you whispered shyly.

“We’ll be gentle, sweetheart,” Steve promised, and you leaned your head back against his shoulder. You trusted the men, knowing they’d never hurt you, not purposely. Steve’s hand smoothed over your side, kissing the skin of your shoulder that peeked out above the neckline of his sweater. 

Bucky’s slick fingertip traced around the tight ring of muscle before carefully easing it in. Your fingers snaked into Steve’s hair, tugging lightly as Bucky worked to loosen you up. 

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Bucky asked when your face squeezed up as he added a third finger.

“No, it just feels... strange,” you squirmed between the boys. Steve dropped his hand between your legs to distract you from the discomfort Bucky was causing. You slowly relaxed around him, smiling into Bucky’s gentle kisses. You adjusted your leg over his hips, pulling the soldier closer and smoothing your hands over his chest. 

You were restless, anxious for them to be inside of you. Your quiet begs sent shudders of anticipation through the boys, giving in without hesitation.

“I’m going to slide in first, it’ll go easier,” Bucky waited for your permission and you agreed, tugging on his long dark hair. He loved it, a deep growl coming from his throat as you pulled on the locks. Your giggles abruptly cut off as Bucky wrapped an arm around your hips, pulling you close as he sank inside of you. He mumbled profanities in Russian, overwhelmed by the feeling of your warmth surrounding his cock. Your leg draped over him allowed him to get a deep angle, feeling like he was splitting you open in the best way. He was bigger than anyone in the past, and you swore to yourself you could never go back after this.

“You’re fucking huge, James,” you whined into his ear, gasping as your words caused him to thrust against you, the friction sending electricity to your nerves. Steve laughed at that, waiting for Bucky to still before rubbing his leaking head against your other entrance. 

“Just breathe, okay?” Steve could see the nervousness in your eyes, even in the dark. You hid your face in Bucky’s chest as Steve pushed inside of you, squeezing your ass in his large hands. Bucky felt the friction against him, and he struggled not to thrust into you. 

The foreign fullness had your thoughts disconnecting, your body being overwhelmed with arousal. Your loud moans filled the silence, and you squeezed around them as Steve’s hips met yours. 

They only gave you a moment to adjust before both soldiers started moving, thrusting in and out of you, making you scream with mind-numbing pleasure. Bucky’s movements became more forceful, pulling sounds from the three of you. You couldn’t think or move, your only ability was to take it, soaking it up and igniting your body. You throbbed around them, throwing your head back against Steve. 

“You feel so good, sweetheart, you’re so tight and warm around us,” he praised, kissing your cheekbone. Your mouth opened with a choked moan, and he connected your lips, moving his tongue against yours. Bucky swore, even more turned on by the sight of his two lovers making out.

He lifted your knee higher, thrusting impossibly deeper. The pressure that had been building snapped, and you screamed as your orgasm hit you like a train. 

“Fuck, I’m so close, doll,” Bucky knew he couldn’t last long as you tightened around him like a vice. 

“Come inside of me, please, I want-” you didn’t finish your sentence as he came, throbbing inside of you as he filled you with hot ropes of release. You were reduced to mindless, incoherent begs, pleading for Steve to do the same. His strong arms held you still against him, keeping you from writhing as he came deep inside of you. Bucky swallowed your screams, and you sank weakly against them as you came down from the high that had all of you wrecked. 

You woke up slightly dazed from the post-sex sleep, exhausted from the mission and getting fucked by the two super-soldiers. You opened your arms with a sleepy whimper, making the boys laugh softly. Bucky pulled you into a hug, letting you drape your arms around his neck and cling to him. 

“How’re you feeling, doll?”

“Like I’ve had the life fucked out of me,” your voice was soft and amused, making them smile tenderly at you.

“In a good way?”

“In the best way,” you assured Steve.

“I want all of our missions to end like that.”

Bucky grinned cheekily, kissing your head and making you giggle. 

“The storm’s let up. I’m sorry, but we’ve got to get you out of bed,” Steve peeled the blankets off, making you cling tighter to Bucky in protest. 

“Your clothes are dry. C’mon, up, now.” Steve slapped your ass, and you slowly let go of Bucky.

“Help me, my legs are weak,” you held Steve’s hands as he assisted you in climbing off the bed.

“We break you?” Bucky teased, and you shook your head. You kissed Steve lightly before getting dressed, opting to leave his sweater on. 

Within an hour, you were on your way back to Stark tower, curled up on the private plane, your head in Bucky’s lap as he stroked his fingers through your hair. 

“So, everything went as planned on the mission?” Stark asked, debriefing with the three of you. You fought back a laugh, and Steve placed a hand on your back.

“Everything went great, Stark. We assassinated the target, and we all made it back alive,” Bucky confirmed.

As the three of you were walking out the door, Stark’s voice made you turn.

“Don’t think I’m stupid, I can tell what the three of you are up to!”

You squealed, running out the door with the super soldiers, away from Tony’s amused judgement. 

[akirakurusuimagines]

had the idea of reader getting marin karin'd and it not wearing off after leaving the metaverse so our dear boy helps her out by gently overstimulating her in front of a mirror 👉👈

I'm sorry for how long it's been taking to get this out! Hopefully the others won't take as long. Please enjoy! (minors DNI)

It only takes one mistake for everything to fall apart.

Akira believed they were sufficiently prepared to waltz right into Mementos and explore the depths that opened after the public’s response to their latest and greatest heist. He disregarded Morgana’s incessant warning that he was running low on ailment-curing items and revival items, reminding the cat that he was already planning on putting him and Makoto on the front lines this time so there was nothing to worry about.

So really, this mess was his fault. As leader, he knows he shoulders the responsibility of anything and everything that happens, even if his teammates don’t blame him.

It began to storm back in the real world as they reached the end of the current depths⁠; a painstakingly slow thirteen floors⁠ to comb through in search of treasure and experience. Everyone was nearing their physical and mental limits for the day, but at the sight of a rare challenger on their way back, they let their youthful recklessness seep through. One more, they all thought, one more to end the trip on a high note.

The high note they sought after quickly⁠ and almost comically⁠ became shrill.

The battle turned for the worst: unable to find a weakness, you and Mona were left with minimal SP, Queen had suffered an ill-timed critical attack and was knocked out cold, and Joker himself was running on fumes. Mind scattered in desperation, Joker attempted to regain some footing by attacking the particularly strong enemy with Marin Karin, hoping to charm it.

He didn’t expect that the enemy would end up reflecting it back at him.

Nor that you would take the brunt of the attack by jumping in front of him last-minute.

Joker and Mona finished the battle through sheer dumb luck, and all of the thieves expected things to return to normal. Queen stood up on shaky legs and thanked Panther for medicine, but when they turned to look at you, their hearts dropped.

Your face was flushed and eyes glassy, no different than how you were in battle. The unspoken rules of Mementos was broken⁠—somehow you didn’t come to once the fight finished.

Joker took to your side immediately, helping you up but freezing at the garbled moan that slipped past your lips the moment his hands landed on you. The others looked on with concern and fear, not understanding why this was happening, but it was obvious to everyone that they needed to leave immediately. He apologized to them and announced that he’ll be taking you home to make sure you’re safe and resting while the others research the strange divergence.

His arm wrapped loosely around your waist, keeping you steady as you mindlessly clung to him, and ushered you out of Mementos and towards the trains.

Akira felt like he was suffocating. If this is how he was feeling, he could only start to imagine what you’re suffering through right now.

He kept you hidden from view as best as he could, squished in the corner between the door, the seats, and him. Akira put you in a spare face mask he had and slid his glasses over your nose, hoping to protect your identity in case any snooping individual lingered on you two a little too long.

“Hold on just a little longer for me, okay? We’re almost there.”

He watched your knees buckle and your thighs clench together at his words and felt his mouth run dry. Akira willed himself to stay calm, to steady his heartbeat, but it wasn’t exactly an easy thing to do when you were in a state like this. Especially considering he harbored feelings for you.

“Please,” you begged. He almost didn’t hear it with how quietly you murmured it. “Akira, I… I need…”

Fuck, you were going to be the death of him.

“Yeah?” he leaned in closer, hoping to catch the rest of what you’re saying.

Your hand grabbed his thigh, tugging his leg closer to you and causing him to stumble forward, balancing with his forearm next to your head. He stared at you with wide eyes as you shifted his leg with no resistance between your thighs and sat on it, slowly and carefully grinding against it.

Akira’s head whipped around, making sure no one was watching as you shamelessly used his leg to relieve some of the pressure that Marin Karin’s charm had on you. He nearly stopped breathing when you whined right next to his ear, a sound too soft for anyone else to notice as the train screeched to another halt.

Your stop was next, but there was no way he was making it out of this without a boner. He looked back at you and swallowed hard, only able to see the way your eyes were screwed shut and eyebrows knitted with frustration and concentration, pressing yourself a little harder against the meat of his thigh.

“Need more, ‘s too hot,” you blabbered softly, hands gripping the lapel of his blazer. “want you, want you so bad⁠—”

“We⁠—we’re almost home,” Akira choked out, each passing moment more difficult than the last. He wanted to pinch himself, wondering if this was actually some wild porno dream he was having back in Leblanc, but the way you felt rutting against his thigh like this was far too real for him to deny this was reality.

“Akiraaaa...”

He nearly lost himself when he saw your teary-eyed expression, suddenly grateful for the crowded train dissuading him from bending you over the train seats and giving into temptation. Akira wanted to know every part of you: every touch that makes you keen, every kiss that makes your head spin, every position that makes you cream.

Akira almost praised the gods aloud when the announcer comments on your stop, pulling himself off of you despite your whines and taking your hand in his, squeezing it tightly as he nearly runs out of the train the second the doors behind you open.

It was quite the ordeal dragging you back home. Every moment he stopped, your hands would wander, gripping his shirt or his belt loops, sliding your hand underneath to feel the warmth of his skin. You pressed closer and closer against him, your inhibitions far-gone, leaving only your charmed mind.

He grabbed your wrist firmly when you reached for his crotch at the door to your house, sucking in a large breath and hoping you’d be able to contain yourself enough for him to open the door with your keys and lead you inside.

Akira pushed open the door and dragged you inside, kicking it closed and locking it quickly. He couldn’t help the whole-body sigh that passed through him with the relief of privacy.

You, however, took it as your cue to tackle him to the ground and relieve yourself.

“Shit, wait, hold on⁠—” Akira staggered back, gripping your hip and arm and barley catching himself. “Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t want to try to get… uh… get off on your own?”

“No no no no no⁠—!” you shook your head adamantly despite your slurred voice, the sheer panic in your voice and face surprising him. “Want you, only you, please.”

Akira pressed his lips together in a tight line and hoisted you up in his arms, silently thanking the rough training he’s been enduring with Ryuji. The way your eyes lit up as he carried you to your bedroom made his heart palpitate, the rational side of him quickly losing to the promise of passion.

He really was weak to you.

He grunted as his legs hit the bed, falling down with you on his lap. Akira barely had time to speak before your lips were all over him, kissing all over his face and jaw as you roughly grinded against him. He choked down his moans and tangled a hand in your hair, hoping to slow you down with a sharp tug to your scalp.

Akira felt you seize up the moment he did, nails digging into his shoulders despite the layers of clothing, pressing your hips harder against his, and with a loud cry, he felt dampness against his crotch. It took a moment to process that you came untouched, just from him having you in his lap and tugging your hair.

“Did you just…?” his hand wandered towards your pants, slipping inside your underwear and feeling the sticky substance coat his fingers as he reached your thighs. He pulled them out, observing the strands between his fingers and licking them clean with a low groan. “That’s so hot. You’re so fucking hot.”

Akira palmed your crotch and felt you shudder as you rolled your hips against his again. “But… it isn’t enough, right?”

“Nnno…”

He looked around the room briefly and caught his own eyes in the floor-length mirror in your room.

“Stand up for me and strip, sweetheart,” Akira instructed with a gentle slap to your thigh.

He loved the way you scrambled off of him, shedding your clothes and looking at him with the same hazy doe-eyes that made him spend countless private hours fantasizing about. You looked at him with so much lust, being so obedient for him in hopes of getting another orgasm.

He shrugged off his blazer and tossed it aside, shifting closer to the mirror until it stood in front of him. “Turn around and sit back on my lap.”

Akira steadied you with gentle hands on your hips as you sat on his lap and pressed your sticky thighs together to feel some kind of friction against the torturous heat. He pried them open, spreading your legs to straddle him and spreading you open for the mirror.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he gently chided, “keep these pretty thighs open for me, okay?”

Akira refused to touch you until you nodded.

“Perfect,” he whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder, “you’re absolutely perfect.” Akira guided his hands up from your thighs to your chest, brushing against your nipples and continuing his path up until he reached your face. He cupped your cheeks in his hands and tilted your face up, forcing you to look at the shameful display you created with him. “I want you to look at yourself as I touch you,” Akira explained, “I want you to see everything.”

You nodded dumbly, anything to get his hands back to pleasuring you. “Please,” you continued to repeat with breathless whines, “I want more, I want you in me.” You pushed your ass harder against his hard cock, hoping he would take the bait. You wanted to be fucked silly and at this point you really didn’t care how you got there.

Akira sucked in a sharp breath and shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut and stilling for a few seconds as you continued to grind yourself on his dick. “Later, okay?” his voice wavered and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep his own word with how enthusiastic you seemed about riding him.

He let go of your face and skimmed your inner thighs, catching the cum from your first orgasm on his fingers and finally touching you properly. You keened, head falling back as he slowly pressed two fingers into your hole. “Yes⁠!” you groaned, spreading your thighs a little further and bucking your hips into his hand, “More, please, oh god it feels so good⁠— hnn!”

Akira’s hand steadied your head, once again pushing you to look at yourself as his fingers thrusted in and out of you. “Come on, baby. Don’t stop watching,” he purred as he scissored his fingers inside of you. “Oh, you liked that?”

You grasped his hair and his wrist, incoherent noises fumbling from your lips as Akira brought you to another orgasm within minutes. Marin Karin had quite the effect on you: keeping your stamina high and your libido higher, giving you more orgasms than you’ve had in your life, emptying your head and leaving nothing but pleasant buzzing.

He stared at you in the mirror, catching your unfocused gaze as your eyes shifted from his face to his hand and back again. “You’re doing so good,” Akira mumbled strings of words he barely paid attention to as you squirmed in his hold. He added another finger, stretching you out further and curling his fingers inside of you. He felt your legs shake and watched your jaw go slack as pleasure only continued to build.

“Again?” he asked, groaning at how you clench around his fingers, barely giving him room to move them. Even still, you continue to thrust your hips into his hands⁠, unsatisfied. “I’ll give you as many orgasms as you need,” Akira promised, kissing your cheek and resting his temple against yours, “I won’t stop until you’re begging.”

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warnings: fluff/crack/NSFW implications, jokes and innuendos. reverse Isekai storyline and a LOT of attention on reader. SPOILERS FOR IN GAME. Archon spoilers!

As much as you tried, connecting and staying in reality was too hard. It was always the same outcome, finding yourself whisked away to another fantasy land through media. Normally your obsessions didn’t last long, but one game had completely sucked you in. Maybe it was the stress of the nightmare year 2020 or maybe it was the fact that Genshin Impact was everything you loved and more, but you couldn’t get enough. It was getting out of hand as even your roommates had began to play because of the way you romanticized the game. Acquiring most of the five star characters, building several strong teams, and finishing almost all the quests in roughly 5 months.

As an insomniac, it was easy to grind through the game until the sun came up. Sometimes you wondered if it was strange that an adult would be so enamored with a game but shrugged it off. It’d been a hellish year, you deserved to treat yourself.

Yet another night spent entirely on the dreamy land of Teyvat. You yawned and stretched as the sun peaked through the blinds and cursed yourself for not noticing the passing time. Removing your head set, you yawned again, feeling a wave of drowsiness wash over you. It was strange, you’d only been up one night and you were already so tired. Your home was quiet, all the roommates sound asleep as you crept into your bed under the covers. The stuffie you adored so much was soon in your arms as you drifted off, wishing to dream of traveling the world of Teyvat.

An extremely loud crashing sound woke you from your deep sleep. Instinctively you shot up, your arm moved on its own aiming for the space around you and swinging quickly and forcefully. Your fist made contact with something and you shrieked as the strange shadow crumpled. You flew out of your bed and away from the safety of your covers, grasping for the light switch.

Your panicked screeches only grew louder as the figure on the floor groaned and stood upright, still fumbling for the lights. Fingertips finally brushed the switch on the wall and you flipped the lights on. The sudden brightness blinded you for a minute and the mystery person as well. It hit you how stupid it was to turn on the lights in your room as soon as your eyes adjusted. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins as you rushed to the door. You could hear heavy footsteps from the other room. Other people were home you needed to get to them.

“Shiiiiit,” The strange person groaned again, “I drank too much.”

The voice was familiar and made you freeze for a moment. Mentally slapping yourself you darted out of your room but ran straight into a wall. Well, that’s what it felt like, but there wasn’t a wall outside your door. The force of the collision knocked you on your ass and you yelped as you hit the floor.

“Oh? What’s this?” The supposed wall turned to look at you, eyebrows arched as he stared down at you.

Your jaw nearly hit the floor as you looked up at the familiar man. That smooth voice, the long hair, the eyepatch. This had to be some sort of weird dream. No matter how hard you tried to move, your body wouldn’t obey. You heard steps from behind you and glanced back to see another Mondstadt troublemaker. A disgruntled anemo archon was slowly approaching you.

“Ehe, fuck, she hit me hard.” Venti giggled nervously.

“Poor thing,” Kaeya held his hand out to you, “Did the mean little twink scare you?”

The room was spinning, so you took the cryo pirate’s hand. Your jaw was probably still on the floor. His grip was strong and cool, it was bringing you back down to the reality of the situation you were in. Oh, the irony. You were not dreaming. Awestruck, you peered behind Kaeya into your living room to see even more Genshin characters just vibing. The esteemed geo archon was drinking from your favorite mug, two troublesome harbingers bickered in the corner of the room, a certain librarian was flipping through your books, both travelers were attempting to learn how to play uno. It was unreal. A pirate was flirting with a silver haired beauty.There was an astrologist examining your fish tank, an alchemist and a child terrorist asleep on your floor, and a fucking adeptus perched on your couch like a gargoyle.

Your roommates were nowhere in sight and your home was crowded by your fictional lovers. The absolute chaos of it all sent you over the edge. High pitched, clearly unstable laughter erupted from you. What else could you do? Cry? That wouldn’t change anything. All eyes shifted to you as you leaned on the wall, clutching your abdomen and giggling like a madwoman. Kaeya shifted away from you, allowing the others to get a good look at you.

Finally composing yourself, you stood up straight and introduced yourself, “Hello, why are you invading my home?”

“Hey girlie! I’m Childe,” The cheery harbinger nearly skipped up to you shaking your hand, “but you can call me daddy.”

Your face reddened at his bold introduction but you clicked your tongue avoiding his eyes.

“Hello, cutie. I’m Lisa.”

“Albedo, and this is Klee.”

“I tend to go by Zhongli.”

“Beidou! The lovely lady by my side is Ningguang.”

“Adeptus Xiao.”

They all introduced themselves so politely, you almost felt bad for acting a bit crazy. However, that feeling was quickly swept away by Kaeya and his sharp tongue.

“Kaeya, but I believe you already know that,” he smirked at you, “May I ask why you aren’t wearing any pants?”

“Oi, what?” You looked down and gasped.

Venti’s drunk ass had sent you into fight and flight mode so you had forgotten all about your night time attire. You were in an oversized Genshin Impact shirt without any pants on. Shoving Venti out of your way, you rushed to your room to dig for pants. Oh, how you wished you hadn’t forgotten about laundry. You hastily grabbed a pair of shorts that really didn’t do much except cover your underwear.

“I have shorts on now. You just can’t tell because of my shirt.” You declared entering the living room.

Some of the more promiscuous characters giggled at your embarrassment while Zhongli facepalmed and the most serious of them all, Scaramouche and Xiao, simply scowled. You sat on the end of your couch furthest from everybody else, nervous. Nobody had answered your earlier question. Apparently your discomfort was lost on the Adeptus Xiao, or he just didn’t care. He was in front of you in a flash, pinching your face and glaring at you.

“Why did you call us here you foolish mortal?” His tone was more annoyed than murderous.

Zhongli slapped Xiao’s hands away from your face and sat down next to you, “Be nice. She doesn’t know either.”

You nodded at this, and the room erupted in murmurs. Zhongli slipped his arm around you, patting your shoulder sympathetically. Lumine tossed the Uno cards down and glided to you, taking strands of your hair into her hands and beginning to play with it. Perhaps it’s because you played as both the travelers but the three of you seemed to silently click. Scaramouche and Childe began to argue again about something silly. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a certain bard and the charming Sir Kaeya raiding your liquor cabinet.

It was too overwhelming to argue. Lumine took her time playing with your hair while the others attempted to figure out how to go back to their own world. Xiao crept closer to you, truly like a cat. Beidou and Ningguang fawned over you and invited you into their relationship several times. You politely declined, knowing they’d have to go back to their world. It was disappointing and a bit frustrating.

Your wish came true but it was too good to be true. Albedo seemed to notice your silence. He gently maneuvered his adorable little sister off of him and approached you. His eyes were filled with curiosity, your silence only made his thoughts wander further.

“Can I experiment on you?” Albedo was blunt.

“Huh?” You blinked, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“I’m not sure if that was brave or stupid,” Childe snickered, “Has he always been this bold?”

“Tch,” Scaramouche rolled his eyes, “Thats a terrible pick up line, mad scientist.”

“Leave my cutie alone!” Lisa yanked Albedo away from you defensively.

The room was filled with protest at Lisa’s words. Zhongli merely sighed and pulled you closer. Venti’s dumb ass was floating around your living room hiccuping. Xiao was wedging himself between you and the arm of the couch. It was insane. Beidou and Ningguang noticed the two Liyue men snuggling up to you and marched over to the three of you.

Ningguang tried to pull you away from them while Beidou aggressively smacked at Xiao. Xiao was hissing at the beautiful captain and Zhongli was attempting to intervene. You shoved them out of your way and stood up, panicked by the attention. Lisa caught you as you tripped over your own feet but landed face first into her chest. She stroked your hair but was interrupted by Albedo grabbing your wrist and mumbling about experiments. The single moment Childe and Scaramouche got along was to pull you from Albedo but it became a quick tug of war over you.

Somehow, Klee was still asleep and Kaeya was just watching all of it go down.

“Cheeeeeeeeers, bitch bitches,” The Knight slurred.

“Enough.” Lumine and Aether both intervened.

Aether held his hand out to you, “You don’t have to pick now, but please say you’ll come with us?”

“You belong in Teyvat,” Lumine smiled at you warmly.

“So,” Aether continued “What do you say, outlander?”

All eyes were on you as the words left Aether’s lips. What would you do?