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[seltzher-bottel]

evil bnuuy

[coweye]

The Honda Odyssey

Logan Howlett x Reader | smut | 6k words Summary: The car fight reimagined and it only needed to be like 10% more erotic than the original.

I got carried away. I just love Wolvie so much. I'm so happy Logan is getting the adoration he deserves. Long live the Wolverine renaissance.

Warning: smut, p in v, ass play, foul language.

If you had to pinpoint a moment when your life became the shit show it had steadily developed into, you’d say it was the moment you auditioned for X-Force.

In your tenure as besties with Wade Wilson, it's fair to say things hadn’t gone smoothly. The man was a conduit to all things fucked up, but you adored his loose morals and quick mouth. The idiot in red had weaselled his way into your heart and became something of a brother to you and more recently a roommate.

Now, if you’d have told your younger self you’d be in your late twenty’s sharing an apartment with a burn victim who regularly staples a toupee to his fucking head and a coke-head, blind, old African American woman, you’d have laughed in their fucking face.

So, you’d like to think that as these things go you are pretty damn well adjusted but traversing the multiverse was a bit of a stretch, even for you.

One moment you’re at Wade’s surprise party, the next your ass has been zapped to the TVA and you’ve been given a sacred mission; to accompany Marvel Jesus (Wade) and protect the sacred timeline.

Naturally you’re fucking mind blown, you’re a low-level mutant, fuck, you couldn’t even join the X-Men.  Your particular set of skills were a dime a dozen and your flagrant disregard of rules had made you a ‘poor candidate’.

No, the mutant powers you had been graced with weren’t extraordinary by any means. You were basically an off-brand Captain America, just without the gorgeous cheekbones, patriotism and righteous need to do good.

In layman terms, you are strong as shit and have an accelerated healing factor. Not quite the same level as Wade’s mind you. You have, give or take, an inconvenient five-minute turnaround on the more fatally debilitating wounds.

To say you were unqualified was an understatement and to say you were reluctant was a simple fact. A fact you repeated, loudly to anyone that would listen as you were bathed in rich black leather.

“I think maybe you meant to grab negasonic teenage whatchacallit… she’s great, super powerful!” You continue. “Did you mean to get Domino or Colossus or maybe one of the X-Men? “

“No Miss Y/L/N. We have not got the wrong person for the job.” The man you later find out is called Paradox, calls out as you re-enter the operation headquarters. “Mr Wilson requested your presence; he wanted your assistance on his mission.”

“Y/N/N… ten out of ten, baby girl, I one hundred percent would bang. I’m talking raw dog, Barry White on a rug, let’s go all fuckin’ night.”  Wade hollers in his own brand-new suit and even you must admit, you look fucking amazing. “Sweet angel, we’ve just gotta’ come up with a superhero name for you!”

You are enrobed in rich thick black and teal leather, your first ever hero suit and it’s a fucking good one. It doesn’t cling, but instead pulls you in securing your flesh and extenuating curves, ones you hadn’t entirely realised you had. The bottom half your face is concealed with a mask, carefully crafted to follow the contours of your nose and cheekbones.

You’d barely recognised the mysterious figure in the mirror.

“Right?! Tailor was pretty handsy though!”

“Oh yeah, ha! - that man is indeed a predator.” Wade says with a chuckle and a fond sigh.

It shames to you to say but that’s when you stopped fighting this whole thing. You looked the part of a hero; you thought that maybe the TVA knew what they were doing. That they had seen something in you and knew that you had a good heart under all the darkness that lingered on the surface.

Wrong.

You were just a demand Wade had made. He wanted his number one disciple at his side whilst he carried out his sacred mission. You were part of an attempt at appeasing him whilst they destroyed your timeline.

Little more than a pawn to be used whilst they manipulated him into a false sense of security.

Thus, you were thrown into a series of events far beyond your control when Wade being Wade decided you were hunting down a Wolverine to stabilise the timeline, only to be once again fucking zapped into some place they called the void by that little English shitbird named Paradox. It’s entirely accurate to say that you were a little less sturdy than your compadres.

Unfortunately for you, the fall from such a height into the void was fatal. When you finally awake in the desolate wasteland to the sounds of blades clashing it is disorientating to say the least.

Forcing yourself to your feet you lower your mask and gasp in the sweet strangely stale oxygen as you stretch out your newly healed spine with a groan. It was impossible to tell how long you were out as you take in the scene before you; Wade and the Wolverine are engaged in a heated battle. From the looks of it, Logan is winning this fight despite being the human equivalent of a knife block with Wade’s katanas protruding from his chest.

For a moment you pause, perhaps its head trauma that hasn’t healed (He’s fucking Deadpool, he can look after himself for two minutes) and appreciate his form, the Wolverine the two of you had kidnapped was gorgeous. Tch, as if there was any other kind.

Sure, you were biased you’d always been somewhat of a fangirl, but the Wolverine was objectively breath-taking.

You’d indulged in comics whilst growing up but when you found out he was real and looked the way he did, hell, Wolverine was your sexual awakening. He was the first man to make you feel that tingle in your lower stomach. Yes, you may have been thirteen years old, a ball of puppy fat and social anxiety but you’d been waiting for him ever since. 

You’re snapped out of your reverie when Wade loses baby knife in Logan’s shoulder blade, finally you spring into action. In good time as well as you’re not sure if even Deadpool can survive decapitation.

In the singularly most stupid act of your life you throw yourself in front of your friend’s body. “Wait, Wait! Please!”  

Wade has paused behind you, you can feel him weighing up the situation, pausing for a moment to see what you’re going to pull out of the bag.

“The TVA they can fix it, whatever you did, whatever made you the worst Logan, they can fix it! – They have the power to end universes, but they also have the power to fix yours! Help us get back there and we can fix both of our worlds! I promise, they can fix it.” You plead, it’s not quite a lie exactly, more of an Educated Wish than anything.

Okay it is a lie, but you’re sure that the TVA can most likely, probably, maybe fix his world.

Logan’s eyes lock with yours in that moment you can see that he wants to kill you both and be done with it, but that hope won’t let him. You feel a smidgen of guilt for the deceit, but frankly you’ve done worse for less. Your world was on the line it wasn’t the time to pull your punches.

Fast forward four exhausting hours, two periods of unconsciousness and one flaying to find yourself sat opposite Wade gagging down cold spoonful’s of Spam in some dusty ass diner.

You were no better than a man as you watched the Wolverine.

Those arms, those thighs, the way he had beheaded Sabretooth without even breaking a fucking sweat. You wanted him to wrap those instruments of death he called hands around your throat and fuck you dirty until the sun came up.

It had been a long exhausting day and you had been soaking wet for most of it.

Shit, could he smell that? Does that count as sexual harassment? You’d have to ask Wade.

Logan, however, was utterly dismissive of your advances in the face of what was undoubtedly utterly horrific past trauma. Something you were trying to be understanding about, but self-pity in a man, it just turned you on. I said you had some surface layers of darkness.

Unable to help yourself you gaze at him as he opens a bottle of rubbing alcohol. You are utterly entranced, watching the thick chords in his throat bob as he takes a swig.

That tanned skin where his jaw ends and neck begins, slick with sweat and dirt. You’d love to sink your canines into the strip below his ear. He must feel your stare on him as he looks up and catches your eyes dark with lust already surveying his person.

It should embarrass you, that every time he peers your way, he catches you gaping at him like a lovesick puppy, but there’s something about Logan you can’t quite put your finger on. The man heats your blood like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, maybe it’s that torch you’ve carried for him since girlhood, maybe it’s the thick thighs you’d kill to ride – who can say for sure?

In what you assume is against his better judgement, he comes to perch on the booth beside you. His broad shoulders cast an imposing figure as he gets close enough that if you were to move your hand a couple of inches to the right, you’d finally be able to touch that yellow fabric that plagued your tween dreams.

You’re burning up at the thought of him, unable to stop yourself you part your legs slightly to ease some of the pressure. Logans nose twitches, his head swivels your way and his eyes catch your own.  

Welp - at least you have your answer about him smelling your arousal.

Deciding that you were most likely verging on sexual harassment charges you decided to focus back in on the task at hand, gagging once again at another spoonful of spam.

“Be a good girl and swallow, Y/N/N, you know the rules!” Wade jokes, your chortle was your only response. What could you say? He always hit your funny bone despite the ocean that was raging in your panties.

Logan stares at Wade for a long moment before turning to your way and addressing you for maybe only the fourth time today?

“What are you doing with this fucking clown? You his sidekick? Following him round to laugh at his stupid fucking jokes whilst he gets kids killed?”

“Why I have never.” Wade is faux outraged at his words, clutching his imaginary pearls as the Wolverine throws around accusations that aren’t entirely untrue.

The Wolverine’s expression remains stern as his eyes track your face. They seem to be evaluating your character and from the flare in his nose and crease in his brow you can guess he finds you lacking. You’re embarrassed to admit how much that deflates you, so you do what you do best; you deflect.

 “I could follow you around and laugh at your jokes instead, if you like?” When you speak your voice has a sultry edge to it and there’s no mistaking your intentions.

Logan seems to think on your proposition for a second or two, before he huffs grabs his rubbing alcohol and unopened can of Spam and heads over to sit at the bar.

“Holy hot ham and cheese on rye, Y/N, you fucking slut.” Wade berates you though his voice is as light as it’s always been as he boots your shin under the table. “Trying to your holes filled by Wolvie during a world saving mission, Marvel H Christ, stay on fucking task!”

You swear you hear Logan mutter a Jesus Christ from the bar.

Though as Wade continues irritating the hero hunched against bar, you can’t help the realisation that he didn’t say no.

“You’re uh… well regarded in our world.” Wade complements, being real doesn’t come easy to him. You appreciate the effort.

“Well, I’m not shit in mine.”

“I tried to join the X-Men because of you.” You speak up finally joining their conversation. Wolverine’s back goes rigid, but he doesn’t respond. You’re not sure if he’s waiting for you to continue or hoping you’ll stop. “You made a difference to this world, made me think I could do the same. I just never quite make the cut.”

Logan doesn’t seem to have a response.

It seems your words have an effect as you catch him watching you more often. When Wade makes his jokes, he looks to you for validation of his withering looks.

You’re probably more distracted by this revelation than you should be when the three of you come across a real nasty variant of Colossus seeking out Wade for… you want to say… revenge?

The not-so-gentle-anymore-giant flips the Honda and tosses both Wade and Logan through the treeline as they advance on him as if they were little more than toys his mother had asked him to pick up.

One by one your bullets ricochet from his metal skin as he comes towards you. You aren’t built for this fight; you are completely and utterly outmatched.

All you’re doing at this point is buying yourself some time for your backup to pull themselves from the rubble, however during a particularly spirited cartwheel the metal oaf finally gets his hands on you. Colossus’ metal palm is cold on your throat, and you could swear you hear your neck snapping before you feel it.  

With a gasp you return to life to find a slightly dishevelled Logan standing above you. By the grace of god, his sleeves have been worn away in the fight, his arms, oh sweet lord, his arms are on full display.

“Thought you were a goner.” He offers you a hand when you simply stare mutely his way. Locking your fingers around his wrist he pulls you to your feet. You don’t release your hold on him and neither does he.

“Don’t throw the party just yet, eh?” You joke weakly, for a second you could swear there’s a slight raise of the corner of his mouth, imperceptible, if you didn’t know what you were looking for. In the past few hours you had become an expert on Wolverine’s face.  

Your mouth is dry as you take in his thick sweat laden biceps.

“Where’s Wade?” You query whilst rolling your aching neck as you haven’t heard his voice in a record thirty seconds, Logan suddenly remembers himself and drops your hand.

“’fraid Metal man took your clown, was pissed with him and can’t say I blame the guy.”

“Shit.” You sigh rubbing your temples as you kneel to pick up the dismembered arm of your best friend. “Well – fuck. That’ll take him a few hours at least to grow back – He’ll be so sad about his suit.”

You peel the fabric from the limb and tuck it under the breast plate of your own suit. Wade will want his glove back when it grows back.

“He say where he was taking him?”

“Oh yeah, that along with his plan for world domination...” Logan huffs as if your mere presence annoys him.

“Thought you didn’t like sarcasm.”

“I like sarcasm just fine, Bub. It’s you I don’t like.” You can’t help but smile his way at the comment made at your expense, his brows crease. “You’re a strange one.”

“Can you do your sniffy thing?”  Its impressive, you thought he’d reached the limit with his scathing looks towards Wade, yet he somehow manages to pull a deeper frown out the vault especially for you.

“Sniffy thing?” His words are spoken with such derision, it turns you on a little. You realise that perhaps you are in fact a deeply troubled individual.

“Oh, sorry.” You pretend to clear a frog in your throat. “Please, oh, please, beautiful, handsome Wolverine, please can you locate my bestest pal with your heightened sense of smell?” His face doesn’t break despite your hands clasped in front of your chin.

“You’re just as fucking annoying as that moron.” He huffs “Get in the fucking car, we’ll follow his trail.”

“You can smell him from the car?”

“The blood, Jesus Fucking Christ, there’s a trail of blood.”

“Ah.” Is all you reply as you find your seat in the passenger side and start your own one on one team up with Wolverine. Its not exactly the way you imagined it, but beggars certainly can’t be choosers.

After a few moments of sullen silence, you decide that there’s no time like the present to form a long-lasting bond.

“What’s your world like?”

“None of your fucking business.”

“Okay... What’s the first thing you’re gonna’ do if they can save your world? I bet its something boring as fuck, like team-“

“What did you just say?”

“I bet you’re gonna do something boring like-“

“No before that.”

“What’s the first thing you’re gonna’ do if they save your world?” You question, his sudden interest in your words takes you by surprise as he has been vacant from your conversation.

The breaks suddenly shriek as the car comes to a stop.

“What do you mean if?”

“I…”

“You said they could fix my world. Undo it all, is what you fucking said.”

“I mean I think they can!”

“You fucking liar.” The edge to The Wolverine’s voice is terrifying. The realisation trickles down your spine, Logan has been nice to you all this time, you’re finally meeting The Wolverine.

“I didn’t lie!” For some reason you’re ashamed of your deceit, you’ve murdered countless people and still, you’ve felt less remorse. Logan’s eyes pin you in your seat as disgust clouds his face. It hurts more than you can fathom. “Not exactly, I think they can fix your world! – I needed your help and if you killed Wade there was no hope for my universe!”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about your universe!” He spits your way; his hands are gripping the wheel in what seems like an effort to keep his cool.

“I know, but I do!” You cry back at him. “You know how to save the world, you’re the fucking Wolverine! I know how to kill people, but this hero shit, this isn’t me!”

“Ha! No shit.” There is pure hate in the man’s eyes as he stares back at you.

“Please, you’re Logan. Whether you’re the worst one or not - You’re still better than me.”

“Get out of the fucking car.” The words come from between clenched teeth and are filled with warning.

“No – fuck you.”  Your rage breaks the banks to meet Logan’s. Perhaps it’s the guilt, maybe it’s the fear for Wade but something within you snaps at his constant bad temper. “It was an educated guess and a fucking reasonable one at that, get the fuck over yourself you big bird wannabe geriatric fucker! “

He slams his palms on the steering wheel, his nose flares and his teeth clamp together.  “Fuck me? Fuck you – you sad pathetic excuse for a side-kick. No wonder the X-Men wouldn’t take you, and they’ll take fuckin’ anyone. You are a ridiculous, immature, moron who spends her days following around a fucking clown to avoid facing the reality that you are no one. I have never met a sadder, more attention starved asshole in my entire life. You were right about one thing, you’re no fucking hero.”

Its shameful the way your stomach drops, and your eyes involuntarily begin to tear. To hear your hero say the words you’ve thought about yourself whilst laying awake at night. It’s a knife to the gut.

“Nothing to fucking say, huh, Angel?” The use of Wade’s nickname for you is like sandpaper on your skin, it rubs you the wrong fucking way.

“I am going to hurt you now.” Your voice is barely a broken whisper.

“You’re going to hurt – “His faux chortle is cut short by a swift punch to his face. You’re worried you may have been overzealous with your swing when his nose begins bleeding. The Wolverine is stunned for only a moment before he grabs the back of your neck and proceeds with smashing your face into the dashboard and those concerns are quickly put to bed.

The old fucker is strong, but you don’t think he’ll kill you, yet another educated wish.

“Not so tough now…” He shouts as the radio channels change with your skull. Pulling a knife from your leg strap you embed it in his thigh and pull the lever to recline your seat whilst he’s distracted, luckily, you’re not there when he swings for retribution.

Though one of his fucking steak knives catches your upper arm slicing through the leather. Warm blood trickles down your arm, staining the beige interior of the poor Honda. 

Your legs are your strongest asset, so when he attempts to restrain you with the seatbelt, you are presented with your window of opportunity. You wrap them around his neck as you pivot your hips slamming the Wolverine headfirst into the metal of the door. Once, twice, three times - on the fourth he lands a fist to your gut, luckily, he has retracted his claws.

If he was willing to kill you, you wouldn’t stand a chance.

You’re winded struggling to catch your breath from the gut punch, but you manage pull the knife from his thigh that is nestled between your legs and thrust it into his neck, you aim for the spot you’d fantasied about kissing before he’d torn your character apart piece by piece, now you just want to bathe in his fucking blood.

It was the pain that instantaneously made his claws extend. He’s quick to move them, though he slices through the sides of your suit as he buries them in the chair behind you. Your ribs are a bloodied mess though you don’t care, in a few hours they’ll be good as new.

Logan has seized the opportunity and has your arms pinned to your sides, his blood has cooled a little more than yours, he doesn’t seem to want to murder you over an argument.

Perhaps he’s more well-adjusted than yourself, that thought alone should concern you, except it just enrages you further.

“You stupid fuckin-“The Wolverine starts admonishing you, before you swing your head forward and headbutt him.

Yes.

You really do that.

You headbutt the man with the adamantium fucking skeleton– at full strength. Its sheer dumb luck you don’t crack your own skull in the process– maybe Logan was right, you are fucking dumb.

“Fucking fuck!” You cry grabbing your forehead and writhing. Noone wins with a headbutt, except Logan apparently.

“Fucking stop that.” Your writhing has pushed your core against his crotch, and he is already packing quite the heat at what feels like half-mast. He grabs your hips to stop your movement, but it only seems to push you closer. “Stop fucking moving.”

The constant arousal you’ve felt since meeting him returns in double time, Logan’s nostrils flare and his eyes darken. It’s debased and you’re ashamed that you want him, you haven’t stopped wanting him, despite the awful fucking words that left his mouth minutes ago.

“Like … a little pain Wolvie?”

Its relief you feel, you think, when instead of answering or punching you in the face, he closes the gap.

The Wolverine’s claws retract, and he grabs at your chin. Logan’s mouth utterly devours your own, your front tooth clashes with his own as you push yourself upwards, you pull your knife out of his neck, catching his grunt of pain on your tongue as you begin licking your way down his thick throat.

The vein you’d spotted hours ago is throbbing freshly healed, you sink your canines into the flesh and its as good as you’d fucking imagine. His groan is utterly beast-like as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.

The Wolverine’s throat tastes like salt and iron. Thick, tangy and warm on your tongue as you soothe the bite. It drives Logan wild, thrusting his hardened member against your warmth. One of his gloved hands rises to lock on the back of your neck to pull you into yet another earth-shattering kiss.  His sharp hot tongue slides against your own, exploring the expanses of your mouth like its his to claim.

You bite at him again then, your teeth catching his bottom lip sharply.  Logan groans into your mouth before you use every ounce of your enhanced strength to throw him backwards against the dashboard.

He is taken utterly by surprise as his head slams into the windscreen cracking the glass with a grunt. When he looks your way Logan’s eyes are blackened with desire, he is utterly wild.

Slowly as if afraid to make any sudden moves, you unzip your combat boots, your eyes never leaving his. One boot and then the next.

You thank the TVA’s tailor for making your suit a two piece as you shuffle backwards into the backseat, pushing the thick leather down your legs all whilst maintaining eye contact with the beast leaning against the dashboard.

“You sure you want this Darlin’?”

“Darlin’?” You question mockingly, your voice lowering to imitate his own, as you wantonly spread your legs, your bare leg resting next to the headrest. Only a pair of black cotton panties separate him from your most intimate parts and his eyes are locked on your clothed core. “a second ago it was ‘Pathetic Moron’ to you.”

Your head tilts in question as his eyes lock back on your own, you think perhaps for a moment something akin to regret passes over his face, but you’ve never been entirely comfortable with feelings, so you drop your hand into the waistband of your panties, you’ve barely circled your opening with your pointer finger before he’s on you.

“That’s my job, you fucking Moron.” He plunges two bare thick fingers into your heat. Gasping you throw your head back against the headrest, it’s a tight fit and its been a while but the slight burn eases some of the aching in your core.  “You’re fuckin’ soaking wet, you like it huh, bub? Making me bleed?”

Your grab his jaw, your nails digging into his flesh. “I’d like to bathe in-” He scissors his fingers finding that spot inside you and you let out an embarrassing noise, somewhere between a gasp and a moan. “-Your fucking blood… you mean motherfucker.”

You’re an absolute goner when he starts rubbing your clit, after a day of foreplay your body seizes, and you grab at the nape of his neck trying to find something to anchor you down. But as fast as the build was you come tumbling down just as quickly, when he cruelly withdraws his hands.

“No! - Wha- what the fuck?!” You’re almost crying as your torn from the precipice.

Logan flips you over onto your stomach before you can complain any further, your face down on the filthy upholstery as he pulls your panties from your hips. You can’t see him from this angle, though you can feel his warm hands tracing the globes of your ass.

You force your knees further apart, pushing your bare soaking pussy against the tight bulge of his yellow suit. If you had enough of your facilities about you, you’d be embarrassed that you’re currently rubbing your cunt against The Wolverine like a bitch in heat after he’d chewed you out only minutes ago.

Logan’s hand dip between your thighs, his fingers swirl along your hole, dragging your wetness along to your aching clit.

“You think I’d make it that easy?” He asks as he continues the journey back and forth. On the second pass he dips his finger inside of you for a fraction of a second before resuming its path. “What do you want, darlin’?”

You weren’t going to beg, in fact you bit your tongue to stop the traitorous words from forming, this man had already made you abandon most of your self-respect, he wasn’t having this.

“Logan…” At your breathy words the man leans forward, pressing his fabric covered cock into your ass as he folds his body over yours. One hand comes down next to your shoulder, the other explore your tits as he rocks himself into your throbbing core. It’s the perfect storm as he nuzzles into your exposed throat but somehow you manage your words. “Fuck me or don’t, I’m not begging, bub.”

He exhales through his nose in what you guess is equal parts amusement and annoyance, but you’re far beyond caring. He places a bite on the spot where your throat meets your shoulder as his body pulls back. Momentarily his hands leave your hips to deal with his own pants. You hear the clank of his belt hitting the car floor moments before you feel the head of his cock, running along your folds.

The head of his cock is thick, and it feels hot to the touch as he runs it along your slick. All of a sudden Logan pushes forward and sheathes himself inside of you with a single thrust.

You try your best to hold in your incoherent moans but to little avail as he pulls back before slamming full force back into you. If you were a human woman, your pelvis would’ve shattered from the force of his hips against your ass, instead you gather your strength and push back, allowing him deeper. The both of you moan in unison at the depth he reaches.

You grab onto the foam of the seat, ripping through the fabric with your bare hands desperate for an anchor as Logan unforgivingly pounds into you from behind, once again he folds his body over yours, wrapping a palm around your clawed fingers.

“.” He grunts something incoherent into your ear as he picks up the pace, slamming into you repeatedly, slowly picking up his pace. Your core is positively aching as you throb around him, pulling him deeper within you.  If you were expecting any further explanation, you’re sorely disappointed.

The wolverine pulls back, gripping at your hips keeping you still as he resumes his powerful strokes.  Logan’s hand dips to your clit, rubbing quick circles sending you barrelling back towards your orgasm. As you begin to clench around him, he pulls your body upwards, his head brushing against the top of the car as he holds you against him his fingers never leaving your clit.

“Come on my cock, Angel.” Unable to stop yourself you clench around him, hearing him talk like that does something primal to you.

You fucking loved Logan’s mouth, you bet he ate pussy like a champion if he played the clit this fucking well.

You stopped fighting it and threw yourself from the cliff, shattering in his thick muscle veined arms as he held you up against him, his cock still viciously plundering your depths.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He whispers against your neck whispers peppering it with bites.

Logan gives you a few moments to come down from your high before he resumes his punishing pace, you think perhaps you’ve reached your limit of pleasure, that the threshold can’t possibly be topped until he whispers into your ear in that gruff voice.

“What was it Wilson said? Filling all your holes?” The Wolverine asks, his eyes meet yours over your shoulder meaningfully, asking permission as he offers you his thumb. You merely moan your approval and wantonly draw his finger into your mouth, soaking the pad in saliva.  

Logan yanks your head into a vicious kiss. It’s a messy one, filled to the brim with need. The hand not currently locked on your neck holding your face to his, travels down your back, through the valley of your bodies. The pad of his pinky runs appreciatively over the globe of your ass, before his hand dips into the crease.

Logan’s thumb runs teasingly against the tight ring of muscle, it’s a foreign experience which makes you startle slightly.

“Anyone ever fucked you here?” He asks as he bites down your neck, delicately pushing you forward until your head rests on the backseat. You shake your head as your eyes close, his cock is buried balls deep within you as he plays with your asshole.

When his thumb finally breaches your tight hole just past the nail, he begins his thrusts once more. His cock fills your pussy from behind and suddenly you feel so fucking full, Its far too much for you.

“Fuck… Logan.” You gasp almost on the verge of tears as pounds you into the back seat. It seems the ass play has gotten to him more than expected, as his pace has increases.

“Where?” He asks breathless from the exertion as he pulls his thumbs from your ass and takes a handful of the meat on your hips.

“Inside…. Please … Logan.” You practically beg though you’ll never admit it, his rhythm becomes stunted as his hips slam into the back of your thighs.

“Give me something tight to come in, Darlin’.” Moaning at his words you’re eager to obey as you reach your hand between your own legs and rub mercilessly at your clit. The unforgiving pounding, the grunting and the fingers currently bruising your hips and the burning of your now vacant ass send you sailing over the edge.

You clamp down on him like a vice, groaning unable to hold back your whimpers anymore as he finally bites your neck and pumps his seed deep inside you as far as it can go. Logan grunts like a beast as he pulses deep inside of you.

Logan collapses beside you. Dents in the interior of the van you don’t even remember making have appeared from where a stray elbow or knee has hit the metal in the throes of passion.

The Wolverine tucks his cock back in his suit. Ever the gentleman, he uses your black panties to wipe away the cum dripping from your thighs, you haven’t got the heart to tell him that when you’re commando redressed in your suit that you can still feel him dripping from you, your pussy uncomfortably slick against the leather.

After dressing, the two of you sit in contemplative silence. Neither one of you has the emotional complexity to discuss what happened and neither one of you will accept fault for your argument that led to it, so, silence reigns.

The tension is sliced in two as Logan leans forward and pushes an errant lock of hair behind your ear in an act so goddamn endearing, you melt. You still wouldn’t apologise for lying, because you didn’t lie but you can meet him a quarter of the way.

“I’m sorry for calling you geriatric.” You whisper catching his eyes, a small spark of humour leaps into them, you’ve seen more emotions from your hero in the past half an hour than you knew he was capable of.

“I shouldn’t have-“ Logan’s heartfelt apology is cut off by the lead of this goddamn story.

“Well, well, well.  Would you look at this, My best friends, Ha! I get fucking kidnapped, an arm ripped off and you’re nowhere to be found? I thought don’t worry Wade, they won’t leave you, Y/N/N will come around that corner any second."

Wade has appeared through the passenger side window; he looks a little worse for wear and has a child’s arm growing from his stump, its kind of gross to look at.

"What if Colossus had had his way with me? What then Y/N? I expect this from Wolvie, but not from you! No, no heroic rescue for old Deadpool. I have to save myself because you fuckers are too busy playing hide the adamantium bone!  Thanks for nothing guys. Now the car has old man sex stank to it, as if this hunk of shit Honda could get any worse!”

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Lovely had been opened up to so many different sensations throughout their life. The sore spot on their finger from where their pencil rested after writing an essay, or when they fell off the monkey bars and almost dislocated their shoulder.

The magical world was no different. They could feel Adam's fangs digging into their neck as they laid in bed sometimes, or their blood soaking into the mattress beneath them. The feeling of their body, cold and limp beneath his trance. The feeling of his breath spanning across their neck as he told them where they were, that Vincent was probably running overhead, just out of earshot. The sound of their voice, forced into saying his name.

But they also felt the sensation of Vincent's fangs delicately pressing past their skin. His hips against theirs as they straddled him. His lips against theirs as he thanked them for their trust in him. His breath on the nape of their neck as he held them, soothing away the nightmares. Their voice saying his name breathlessly as he sped down the highway in one of his expensive cars.

They felt the electric current in their body as they snuck up behind Vincent when he was making Mac n Cheese for them, zapping him lightly in the side before running away giggling. They felt the tug in their newly realized core when they practiced bottling their power in the DAMN classes. They felt the static electricity calling to them whenever a balloon was close by. They felt William's fond gaze as they hid beside his desk, waiting for Vincent so they could give him a static shock before hiding behind the centuries old vampire King.

And they felt when all of that was gone too. Lovely felt that absence in their chest. The replacement in their veins. They felt the day turn into danger and the night turn into possibilities. They felt the pitying gaze from Sam and William. They felt the guilty one from Vincent.

Lovely had experienced so many things. And as they stared at the last box in the moving van, they knew this would just be another on the list.

[aohisworld]

As she enjoyed her surroundings, a group of kids passed by and she's bumped by the last kid, and she lets a silent gasp slip at the sudden force as the kids looked back at her.

"Sorry nee-san..." The kids bowed as Aohi waved her hands. She smiles fondly at the kids, despite not being that old herself, she's reminiscent of her childhood through them, "It's alright, run along now.." Aohi gently ushered them, and she giggled as the kids ran off waving at her, happy of their playful behaviour.

Aohi is so caught up in watching them, that she doesn't seem to notice that the clip she placed in her hair had fallen, it was only when a deep voice made her aware.

"Excuse me.. I think you dropped your clip.." A cunning voice sounds from behind Aohi and her first instinct is to reach up at her hair to feel for her missing clip.

Aohi then turns around, seeing a tall male with dual-toned hair, smiling at her shyly. "Ah.. I didn't notice, thank you!"

The male opens his palm to show the flower clip and Aohi looks down at it, getting ready to grab it but she gasps as her gaze stops on his fingers. Aohi's stopped mid-air from grabbing the clip, her eyes focused on the string that was wrapped around his own ring finger.

And his string connected with hers.

And by the sudden silence of the now, frozen, boy staring at her own hand, he's just surprised as her.

"..It's you." He mumbled, and Aohi heard, her heart started to race. Aohi's mouth goes dry at the moment, unsure of what to do. "..Uh.."

"I uhm.." She forces herself to make a sound, and Aohi recollects her thoughts as she grabs the clip quickly, her hand touching his palm. Aohi could feel her hand zap with his, and the hair on the back of her neck stands up at the feeling.

"Sorry-" - "What for? You didn't do anything.." And Aohi almost flinches at the sudden fondness laced with the tall boy's words.

"I'm Ri-ki, and I'd like to know my soulmate's name as well." He spoke gently, making eye contact with her, urging her to look away.

- I'M NOT GONNA BE THE ONE TO GET HURT, OT7.

[luxios-chaotic-fucking-pokemon]

Hey there trainers! I’m Luxio! Yes, I know I’m named after the Pokémon, don’t even say it.

I was a big Pokémon trainer as a kid—although you can probably guess since I have an Eternatus on my team. I wouldn’t say I’m old now, I mean, I’m 22—but the whole “gotta catch ‘em all” thing has kinda slowed down for me.

Now I own a Pokémon Café! Maybe stop by sometime? And if you see a Pokémon you like there, you can adopt it! Aside from the Café, though, I do art as a sort of side-gig. What can I say, it’s fun!

Now, you might’ve noticed Spook doesn’t look like most gengar would. That’s because he’s an albino gengar! They’re very rare in the wild, but there’s always a chance you’ll find one! Albino gengar are notorious for their unique fur patterns, which are invisible on regular and shiny gengar. Spook is also a mini Pokémon! So he’s fun sized!

Oh, and don’t mind Creampuff, they’re a sweetheart! In fact, they wouldn’t hurt a Pidgey! They actually have the more timid personality, so they’re usually a lot more scared of you than you are of it. Creampuff definitely has separation anxiety as well, which I’ve been trying to work on.

(Under the cut is some OOC stuff)

Here’s Luxio’s and Spook’s reference sheets!

And also Luxio’s motorcycle

And I’ll give some information about the other Pokémon (that aren’t Creampuff and Spook): Momma was found mourning the loss of her deceased baby, which had apparently been killed by either a careless trainer or… well, not a nice person. Luxio soothed her and brought her home, introducing her to Nico.

Nico had previously been found in the café’s dumpster, trying to find anything edible. That’s when one of the employees caught him and brought him to Luxio, who took him in.

Momma, after being introduced to Nico, immediately decided to adopt him and take him as her own. Nico was, quite frankly, ecstatic to have an adopted mother. This improved both of their mental healths significantly.

Spaghetti-o’s was found in a dark cave, and Luxio promptly caught it. It’s very fond of alphabet soup and anything that’s shaped like its own kind. It’s very sensitive to light and usually prefers to stay within its Pokéball unless the environment is nice and dark, damp, and cool.

Grilled Cheese The Third (or Cheese, for short) has been with Luxio since she started out. Luxio had thought the name was funny when Cheese was just a little Houndour. Cheese, despite being older now, is still just as energetic as she was when she was a puppy. She also really likes instigating and bothering the less-social Pokémon. Cheese has also tried to eat a few Joltik, but that didn’t end well in her favor (she got zapped, lmfao).

Now, here’s some info about the owner of this account!

My main blog is @autistic-gay-men-kissing and my art blog is @gothys-art-n-stuff. I’m also on ArtFight 👀

I go by he/him, I’m genderfluid, pansexual, and polyamorous (basically the same as Luxio LMFAO). I’m also a Hellenic Pagan, so there’s a fun fact for you <3 hope you guys like this blog and my OC’s story!!

tagging @realpokemon

Also, EVERYTHING IS ON!! Yippee!!

and for those on ArtFight, here’s Luxio!! Spook is on there too

hey I also do comms

[lilacella]

I've got 99 problems, would you like to be one?

Ao3

CW child abandonment

Chapter 2: Fairytale

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Remus was halfway through the blackberry bush he had been harvesting, as he heard a voice next to him.

"What are you doing there, Mister?"

Mister? Did he look that old?

He lowered his gaze, to find that the source of the voice was a small girl standing next to him, looking up with curios brown eyes.

"Uhm..." Remus glanced around helplessly for the girls parents, his arm still halfway stuck amongst the twines of the thorny bush. "I'm picking berries?"

"But why? You can just buy them at the supermarket! I know that! Do you know that? These are blackberries!"

She pronounced the word with the pride of someone who had just recently learned something and was now keen on sharing with everyone else. Remus found himself smiling with fondness. She reminded him a little of himself...

"That's right! Those are blackberries. But...I can't...I don't have a lot of money at the moment so I'd rather pick them here. For free!"

The girl giggled. "Can I have one?" She grinned at him mischievously, as if she knew that it was an 'untoward' question to ask a stranger. Remus looked down into his basket, containing the meager bounty of todays foraging.

"Sure, there you go." He handed her a berry and she devoured it immediately, followed by another teethy grin, now stained with purple juices.

"Thank you Mister! Caaaan...I have another one?" She giggled again, crossing her arms behind her back, swinging a little from side to side. Remus sighed.

"Where are your parents? You aren't all alone here in the woods are you?" He was suddenly a little concerned. The girl didn't look necessarily neglected, she was dressed in clean clothes and a yellow rain coat, her hair was neatly braided into two plaits; but she was very pale. And her left hand was wrapped in bandages. Remus frowned.

"My parents are over there!" She pointed towards the road crossing through the forest a couple hundred meters away. "They told me to go into the bushes and look for fairies."

Remus' frown grew deeper.

"What? Why would they do that?"

The girl shrugged.

"Have you seen any fairies, Mister?"

"How old are you?"

"I'm five," she said proudly, holding up the incorrect number of fingers.

"You are too young to be looking for fairies. And you also shouldn't talk to strangers in the woods! Did your parents not teach you that?"

The girl shrugged again and poked Remus' side. "What's your name?"

"I'm Remus."

"I'm Olivia! See, now we aren't strangers anymore!" Olivia seemed to be taken away by her wits. Remus pressed his lips into a wry smile.

He would have preferred to stay out of sight of Olivias parents, already dreading to explain why a man dressed in shabby tweed and a smelly jumper was talking to their daughter and feeding her berries. But he couldn't keep entertaining the girl; he had more bushes to check. Otherwise he would be even more hungry tonight, than he'd already expected to be. And he could hardly just let her wander off on her own either, looking for fairies.

"Let's get you back to your parents alright?" He beckoned her to follow him, feeling insanely creepy doing so. But when they arrived by the road, there was noone.

Remus looked around in confusion.  "Where are they?"

"There!" Olivia pointed at two figures at the far end of the road, walking away from them. "Mommy! I'm here! I didn't find a fairy but I found a man with berries! Does that count?"

She shouted with her whole lung, but the figures didn't stop walking. One of them turned around, Remus could make out the womans expression but was unable to understand what it meant.

"Hey!" He now yelled out himself. "You forgot your child!"

They kept walking. Olivia looked as confused as he was and then started running towards them.

"Mommy! Wait for me! Mommy!"

Her wellies splashed through the puddles on the road, sprinkling mud onto her coat.

The two figures disapparated with a zap.

Olivia kept running for a couple steps. Then she stopped, turning around helplessly to Remus.

He felt a lump in his throat. What had just happened? They had left her alone. Just like that? Had these maybe not been Olivias parents after all? But then where were they? And most importantly, what the fuck was he supposed to do?

Remus pressed the whimpering Olivia tightly against his side, rubbing her arm in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

"We don't take kids."

He had expected this. Still, he had had to try hadn't he? She was just five! What was she supposed to do? What was he supposed to do? He could barely take care of himself, not to speak of a little girl. The abandoned building in the woods that he currently inhabited was hardly an appropriate space for a child. And Olivia wasn't just a child. She was a wolf...

It had all started to make sense rather quickly after he finally got some words out of the panicked and sobbing girl on that forest road. She had been bitten. Just a few days ago. Had turned into a wee little wolf puppy and apparently shredded her parents rose bushes beyond recognition.

Heartbreakingly, Olivia seemed to think that her parents had left her behind solely because she caused disarray in their shrubbery, rather than because they viewed her as something else now. No longer as their little girl, but as a soulless monster that they bore no responsibility for.

When Remus had figured out her condition, he had felt numb. A million thoughts had been rushing through his head, almost paralysing him into uselessness, until he had finally decided to take her here: To the AWERE housing he had spent the night in, several weeks ago. Hoping to find her some shelter, someone who would take care of her, someone who would make her a hot water bottle and provide her with a dry and safe place to sleep.

But the man behind the desk had not been Sirius, but someone else. Someone who didn't want to take Olivia. He had offered Remus a place, mustering his emaciated shape with concern - but not with the child! Remus had grimly declined the offer and pulled Olivia back out behind him. Now they were sitting on the curb, starring at the entrance door of the building that was offering help but obviously not to the ones who needed it the most...

Remus felt overwhelmed. He hadn't properly eaten in a while and his whole schedule had been thrown off by this. He wanted to go home, but he couldn't leave Olivia all by herself. That wasn't right, he knew that. Eventhough that was exactly what he wanted to do. Just leave her sitting in front of the AWERE house, make it their problem, and leave. He had enough issues of his own.

But he couldn't. Sirius would never do something like that...

What!? Why was he thinking about this brazen idiot? As if he would care!

He would. You know he would, that's exactly why you are here. And he isn't a brazen idiot either. You just know he's right and you like him, and that scares you.

Remus huffed, at the obnoxious voice in his head. It sounded like his mother again. Insightful, blunt, caring. Correct.

He sighed. Hopefully Sirius had a shift today.

When Sirius walked past him with purposeful steps, Remus and Olivia had almost fallen asleep. Quickly he scrambled to his feet and called out for him.

"Sirius! Sirius, wait!"

Sirius swirled around, his handsome face frowning in surprise. God dammit, why did he have to always look so good?

"Remus? Didn't think you would turn back up here. Since we've got nothing to offer and all," Sirius greeted him and adjusted the messenger bag on his shoulder. Then his gaze dropped down to little Olivia on Remus' hand. She looked exhausted and was anxiously chewing her finger.

"No! Stop that! You'll scar yourself!" Remus swatted her hand away in horror and she looked up to him with watery eyes. Guilt pooled in his chest.

Sirius squatted down in front of the little girl.

"Hello dear, and who are you?" His voice was gentle and kind, unlike Remus' had been seconds ago. He felt inadequate.

"I'm Olivia," Olivia respoded proudly. Sirius smiled.

"Hi Olivia. And what brings you here?"

She looked up to Remus.

"She's a..."

"Affected, yes, I figured." Sirius slowly got back up. "We don't take in kids." He sounded a lot more regretful than his colleague.

"She's just five. She needs a place to stay." Remus voice was shaking, suddenly overwhelmed by memories of himself, small, just recently bitten, terrified. What would he have done if his parents had abandoned him like Olivias? "Please. Help her."

"It's against the rules."

"Since when do you care about the rules?"

Sirius scoffed.

"We are no longer in school, Mr. Prefect."

"But this rule doesn't make any sense! She is an innocent child! Do you really want to send her away? Come on, Sirius, I know you won't." Remus was pleading now, just hoping that Sirius had the guts that he felt he lacked.

Sirius frowned, thoughtfully chewing the inside of his mouth before nodding with the stubborn determination that Remus knew from him.

"Fine, come on in. The quarters aren't exactly child friendly, but I'll figure something out."

Remus sighed with relief and put Olivias small hand into Sirius' outstretched one. Their fingers brushed lightly, making Remus' whole arm tingle. Time to get out of here...

Remus was turning to leave, when Sirius let out a sharp whistle.

"Hey! Back here, Lupin! You don't get to just bugger off like that! If she stays, so will you! You brought her here, so you bloody well can help take care of her!"

After supplying both Remus and Olivia with a mug of hot coco ("With marshmellows!"), Sirius gave them the tour that Remus had missed out on, on his previous stay, starting with the upstairs.

"The corridors can take a while to traverse so if you want to move a little quicker make sure to walk on the diamond pattern of the carpets," he instructed. Olivia immediately tried it out and shot past them, squealing in delight.

Remus cringed, throwing an apologetic look over to Sirius, but he just grinned and nudged Remus' side.

"No running in the hallway, eh?"

Remus snorted at the bad imitation of his notorious prefect voice.

They both stepped on the pattern as well and followed Olivia to the end of the corridor, to a large windowed door.

"That's the common room. It connects the upper corridors and is basically the place you want to go if you want to socialise. Sometimes we organize seminars in there or give magic lessons for the ones that need them." Sirius held the door open for them and let them into the light-flooded room, filled with couches and armchairs, chesstables and a muggle juke box. The room looked comfortable and reminded Remus a little of their Gryffindor common room.

A small group of people, involved in a heated game of cards, waved at them from a table by one of the large windows.

"Oi Sirius, newcomers?"

"Yep. This is Remus and... And this is Olivia."

Olivia waved excitedly, obviously refuled by the hot chocolate.

"Do you take kids now?"

Sirius cringed a little.

"Well, we are taking her," he smiled brightly, blocking off any further questioning and continued his path.

"Do you have toys?" asked Olivia, while inspecting the shleves on the wall that were stacked with board games and various art supplies.

"No love, I'm afraid not. But I'll make sure we get you some stuff asap." Sirius beckoned them to follow him towards a spiral staircase leading back down. "This leads to the downstairs library, you are going to love this, Remus."

"Sure, that's all I do, after all. Read and study, not much more to me."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "No you are right, how could I forget that you are also an ardent Quidditch player."

"Right, no other past times available. Quidditch and books. Only two options."

"You also annoy me, in case that helps," Sirius snapped.

"It does."

Olivia gave them a questioning look. "Are we going downstairs or not?"

Sirius shot Remus one last glare and walked down the stairs. When they passed down through the floor, something popped in Remus' ear.

Ah, a silencing charm, keeping the noise from upstairs out of the library. He'd been a little worried about that.

"So, since the library is of no interest to you, I will only show it to Olivia," Sirius said snappishly and pointed at the bookshelves. "You can take every book back to your room, but please bring them back once you've read them. And try not to lose any, we are always running a bit low..."

"I can't read," said Olivia while tracing her fingers over the leathery book spines.

"Well then I suppose Remus will have to read to you." He turned around to Remus. "If he isn't too busy with his various other hobbies."

After Sirius had also shown them the shower rooms ("Sinks and loo are behind the green door in your rooms, but we couldn't fit that many showers. Magic has its limits. Especially when water is involved..."), had found two free adjoining rooms on the ground floor and they had settled Olivia for the night - which took a while and Remus was quite positive she'd wake up again soon - Sirius took him down to the basement.

"I think it's better if we don't show this part to Olivia until it's necessary." Sirius flicked his wand and the light turned on, illuminating an even longer corridor than the ones upstairs. It was lined with a seemingly endless array of doors.

"So you've got cells for the moon?"

"Not cells," Sirius cringed. "I mean...I guess you could call them that. We don't force anyone to turn down here - although the ministry sure would like if we did - but the spaces are safe and not as bad as it looks on the outside." He opened one of the doors and let Remus take a look inside, feeling the familiar sensation of the silencing charm from upstairs. The cell looked actually quite reasonable. No sharp edges in sight and thick carpets covered the floor and walls.

"You are aware these will be scratched up,  right?"

"No Remus, thank you for pointing that out. It never occurred to me that werewolves have claws!"

Remus turned around to Sirius, who was leaning against the opposite wall, one foot up and arms crossed.

He looked so cool...

Remus turned back and squeezed his eyes to quickly disperse the thought.

"It looks...inhabitable."

"I'm glad."

Remus almost laughed at Sirius' saccarine voice. He would have never admitted it, but he found his snarkyness awfully attractive. God, this had gotten worse since last time...

Maybe it was time to try to make peace...

"Thank you for taking her in. And me, I suppose."

Sirius clicked his tounge.

"That's me, being too nice for my own good."

They both snorted a laugh at the same time.

"Want some tea? Since you fucked off before you had it last time?"

"I'll get you two some clothes tomorrow. Or do you have any?" Sirius asked while rummaging in the cabinets for tea cups and biscuits.

Remus shook his head. "Just what we arrived in, I'm afraid."

"No need to be afraid," Sirius grinned. "I'll take care of it. And I will get Olivia some toys too, maybe some childrens books..."

"Do you think there will be issues, with her staying here? Your colleague earlier seemed pretty adamant..."

"Gilford? Yeah, he's a little stuck up sometimes... He thinks if we just do whatever we want the ministry will have our asses, so he is a little stiff with the rules."

"Won't they 'have your asses'?"

Sirius shrugged and placed the teapot on the wooden dining table by the kitchen window. The residents would usually eat at the small tables in their rooms, Sirius had explained, so the communal dining area was rather small in relation to the building.

"They can try, but I doubt they would like to come for my ass..."

Remus hid his smirk behind his hand, forcing himself not to make a stupid joke about Sirius' ass, which had no business looking this good in those bloody jeans - what was wrong with him?

"I'm more worried about her parents suddenly showing up here and causing issues," Sirius murmured while pouring them a cup each.

"Oh, I don't think that will happen. They would hardly leave her in the woods if they still cared..."

Sirius looked up in shock, inadvertently overfilling his cup.

"Fuck..," he set the teapot down.

"Let me," Remus said and pulled out his wand to clean up the mess.

Sirius sank back into his chair.

"They just left her? I just thought that maybe she got lost or something..."

Remus let out a bitter laugh.

"Most parents don't want to deal with their children after they got bitten. One would expect you to know that, working for such a prestigious organisation..."

Sirius clicked his tounge.

"Hey! I knew this is a thing, okay? I just couldn't... I mean... She is so small. Why would you..."

"It doesn't make sense," Remus said gently, suddenly feeling the urge to console the shaken Sirius. "But for many it is reality."

Sirius stared at the table, tracing the scratches in the tabletop with his index finger.

"It's so fucked up...," he mumbled. Then he suddenly looked up, still frowning. "Is that what happened to you? I mean why you sat under that bridge? Did you fight with your parents?"

Remus felt a knot in his stomach. He wasn't really in the mood to tell Sirius about his recent experiences. But he also couldn't live with him thinking that his parents hadn't done everything for their child.

"No. They just died."

Sirius lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but he remained silent. His expression unreadable.

"And I couldn't stay in the house because of the inheritance laws," Remus continued quickly, before Sirius could start talking. "That's why I had to leave. And since it is also rather difficult to find a job with my status I... I didn't have any money. So I moved into an abandoned building in the forest near our old house. Noone comes there, so I knew it'd be safe..."

"But how did you eat?! Did you..."

"I didn't steal! I... Well, I foraged. I know a thing or two about edible plants and such and sometimes... Ok, maybe I nicked some stuff off a field, but that hardly counts does it? The moon was a little complicated, but I managed to secure an old root cellar with a few spells. Eventhough it wasn't a partially great experience to wake up in there..."

Remus lowered his gaze, not wanting to see the pity in Sirius' eyes. He hated it when people did that. As if their sympathy had any effect besides making him feel even worse. And Sirius should...

"Merlin, you are fucking unbearable, really!"

Remus looked up in surprise. Sirius had leaned back in his chair, arms crossed and didn't seem pitiful at all. Quite the contrary, he looked pretty annoyed.

"You are so comfortable in your misery, it's disgusting! You didn't need to live like a scavenging woodland creature in a bloody ruin! Noone forced you to do that! You could have spent the last weeks in a comfortable bed with plenty of food and a safe place to turn. But you turned that down, saying you didn't need it. And now you are back here, reiterating you hardships as if you didn't pick this yourself!"

Remus scoffed.

"Oh yes I could have had all that for the cheap price of becoming your mascot."

"What?"

"Oh, I'm sure you would have let me stay even if I declined your generous offer."

"Of course I would have," Sirius stared at him, deeply offended. "You think I would have... What the fuck Lupin? Who do you take me for?"

"As someone who is used to getting what they want."

Sirius let out a bitter laugh.

"You don't know me."

Remus pressed his lips into a line.

"Look I don't fucking care whether you join the board or not. At this point I'd be glad if you wouldn't, I'm sure you are dismal to work with!" Sirius stood up from his chair and strode towards the kitchen door before turning around again. "But don't you dare fuck off again without a word. You will not just leave that girl alone!"

Remus' jaw clenched in anger. Of course he wouldn't. How dare Sirius even suggest that?

[beneathsakurashade]

ᴋɪᴛꜱᴜɴᴇ ʏᴏᴍᴇɪʀɪ - Tɯιʂƚҽԃ Wσɳԃҽɾʅαɳԃ x Gҽɳʂԋιɳ Rҽαԃҽɾ Chapter: 4

"The echo in the mirror!"

Shion wasn't sure why their day had to end up so shitty, it should've been easy, cleaning a part of the school and boom.  Done for the day, nothing more, nothing less.  But no, some acehole had to tic them and their friend off, then cause a prized statue to be burnt.  THEN as if fate hadn't punished them enough, their friend had to run up on a chandelier and then it came crashing down.  Sure, they wasn’t the bravest student back home, but they were by no means a jumpy student either. But going from being ignored completely to suddenly being the talk of the school was something they were not even close to getting used to.  Besides this whole ordeal seemed awfully similar to a game that their cousin had ranted about.  The main character gets sent to a school in a new world, and they have to help seven students after they overblot.  Wait…what if they were now the main character?  Would merch be made of them in their old world?  Would they have fans?  Shion was zapped out of their thoughts as they noticed Y/N looking at them from across the cafeteria.  Staring at them and their friends like the group were enacting a scene from a drama.  Once he noticed that Crowley had left, he approached the group. 

“So you’re telling me that you not only damaged a Statue of Seven but you also shattered a chandelier?” You dryly ask the three humans and that bakeneko. You notice that the two humans beside the magicless one are Ace and Deuce. “Hey! You’re probably the same age as us!” Ace Trappola cries back, (You found out more info about him by asking around after the dinner). You discovered that his brother taught him various magic tricks, that Ace broke up with his middle school girlfriend after he got bored. You learned more then you cared about this rather annoying personality. You also learned quite a bit about Deuce Spade, a former middle school delinquent. He changed his ways after finding out how much it actually affected his mom. He came to Night Raven in hopes of starting fresh, dyed his hair a new color, and adopted a new honor’s student personality. All that you found out about the magicless human and bakeneko was their name, Shion meant remembrance in the Inazuman language of flowers. They came from a world without magic. While Grim had a rather strong fondness for tuna.

You sigh “What foolish creatures you all are…” you turn to face Ace. “And actually, I am older than you indignant-I mean you’re right, we’re the same age”. Shion smiles nervously, “Say, Y/N…is it possible for us to gather around a billion thaumarks by tomorrow?” You pale and sigh “Well you four would need to become some sort of MagiTok celebrities overnight or marry some absurdly rich person” Ace shrugs “Welp, we better start practicing our dancing skills then…I mean Juice and I could always start a prank channel” Deuce looks at him confused “H-HUH? No way! Also its Deuce with a D!” You sigh airily. “I can assure you though, that no well-to-do family would have anything to do with you all. Much less marry you”. Ace and Deuce look offended and Shion looks confused. “You” you point to Ace “Are horribly crass, no decent family would allow their heir to marry you”. You point to Deuce “You are far too dense, you’d be more akin to the desperate pauper after the princesses’ hand than the prince”. Lastly you turn to Shion “Your only fault would be that you haven’t a single penny to your name”.

“How in the Seven’s name did you even manage to burn a statue and shatter a chandelier in the same day? Mere hours apart no less, has fate damned you to poor luck?” You ask exasperated. “Welll, Ace started the fight, and then he ended up causing Grim to burn the statue of the Queen of Hearts. Then the Headmage gave us a punishment of washing a hundred windows, so Grim and I starting washing them. But we noticed that Ace wasn’t with us and then we realized that his bitchass wasn't even planning on helping us. Grim and I found him doing shit, so we dragged Deuce into this and Ace got a cauldron dropped on him. Then Grim ran away so we had to chase after him, Grim ran up on a chandelier for whatever reason. So when we launched Ace up there we broke the chandelier. Then Headmage appeared outta nowhere and said that he'd expel us or something, I was too busy thinking about all the ways I'd murder Ace and Grim-I mean um anyway. So basically we have to find a replacement magestone for the one that we wrecked, so I guess we'll have to go mine and craft for whatever the hell a magestone is. But Crowley also said that they’re impossible to find in that mine…”.

How did they even manage to cause such a commotion?  On the first day of school no less?  I admire their bravery, risking expulsion on the first day is no easy feat...You silently ponder and respond to Shion "I see, well then, I suppose that you need help?" Ace shakes his head "Hell nah, we're goo-" Shion interrupts him "Ace, your ass can't even wash a hundred windows.  It isn't up to you if we need help or not".  They smile "You don't have to help us if you don't wanna Y/N, some people wanna mind their own business.  That's fine with me".  You nod, "So you don't need any help...very well, I shall step aside and let you all handle it.  I have things to do in the meantime".  You rise from your seat and excuse yourself to return to your dorm.  “May fate bless you” you bow and pull a small charm out of one of your pockets, a bright red omamori.  “This is blessed with good fortune, as well as a protection charm”.  You hand it to Shion.  "How do we know that is ain't actually a curse?" Ace remarks suspicious "I don't think that someone would curse us though" Deuce replies.  Shion sighs "If it ends up being cursed I'm giving it to Ace".  

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Magicless Human Shion Yuukuro POV

    Shion blinks as they're sent in front of a picturesque cottage near the forest, "Did we sneak onto the set of the live action Snow White or some shit?  This is way too pretty to be real..." a gentle stream and bridge are set near the cottage.  "So this is Dwarfs' Mine.  Long ago, there were tons of magestones here..." Deuce says amazed.  "Urgh... Who knows what lurks there now?" Grim mumbles "You act like you're not one of the reasons we're stuck here.  I hate this, playing Minecraft at night was scary enough as a kid.  But experiencing it in real life is not fun".  Shion quips.  "Hey there's a house over there, lets see if people are there" Ace smiles "Do you really think that some family is gonna be nice to random ass teens who just knocked on their door in the middle of the night?" Shion replies. 

Deuce knocks on the door gently "Helloooo? Anyone home?" there's no answer. He opens the door and the three of them stare at the open room. Spiders had turned this home into their own, spinning cobwebs that hung around the roof and draped down like curtains. There was evidence of animals inhabiting the cottage, as there were shells and scraps of material scattered around the floor. Grim sputtered out something as he caught a cobweb on his face. "Hey, look at these desks and chairs, they're tiny. Did kids live here or something?" Ace says and Shion respond sarcastically "Well maybe I dunno, dwarfs lived here? Y'know like the miners?". Ace glares at them and continues looking around the cottage "Seven? Damn, that's more than I expected…" Deuce nods "It must have been a lively place". "If we're lookin' for a magestone maybe we should be lookin' in the mine?" Grim pipes up. Ace, Deuce and Shion pause as they remember the reason that they all came here for.

Shion finds a pickaxe left by the door, and the four of them head into the mines. "Wait weren't minors banned from working in the mines like a hundred years ago?" they say aloud "And kids play Minecraft nowadays…wait, is this a sign that minors long for the mines to mine minerals?" Ace pauses and responds "What the fuck are you yapping about, Shion?" they shrug in response "Ignore me, I'm rhetorically speaking". "Wait… you two are in the same dorm as Y/N, right?" Shion starts "Yup, he's a weird guy" Ace shrugs as they walk deeper into the mines "I wouldn't say he's weird, he was pretty nice when we chatted at the dinner last night" Deuce contends. Walking through the mine Shion can't help but wince at the recollection of Crowley's rant about them being expelled.

Grim was still reeling from dizziness due to him falling from the chandelier.  While Crowley explained that the chandelier was a prized artifact, with a hefty price attached.  "I'll pay anything!" Deuce cries determinedly "No less than a billion thaumarks" Crowley announces.  Shion scoffs internally 'Oh so bro can spend a fuck billion of thaumarks on fucking chandeliers but is too broke to give a homeless student decent housing?  His priorities are more skewed than mine'.  Ace pales and Deuce's look of determination fades into despair "W-what?!  How am I gonna tell my mother...".  Shion's face contorts at the mention of more than a couple hundred thaumarks "That's not what I was expecting... I already spend a shit ton of money on gacha games, no way in hell am I gonna be able to afford a billion dollars".  Crowley continues "There is a sliver of a chance that you can repair this chandelier" Ace and Deuce brighten up "There is?!" Shion whispers "I bet the Headmage is gonna say something like, 'oh well actually, it can be fixed but you need to climb a mountain that's like hundreds of miles away and then you need to wake a sleeping dragon, beat them, then gain access to a flower that only blooms once in a million years, but the only way you can find that flower is by using some amulet or some shit".  They catch the slightest look of confusion from Deuce as they whisper their rant.  The Headmage nods "Yes, the magestone used for this was mined in the Dwarfs' Mine.  Alas, there most likely aren't any more magestones left, but there is a possibility".  Shion runs the possibilities through their mind, wait... they're probably the mc right?  Oh, great, so they have plot armor on their side.  They also couldn't help feeling bad for Deuce, bro's probably stressed as hell wondering how to explain to his mom that three dumbasses got him expelled from Royale High on his first day.  "By next morning, if you all fail to return with a magestone, you are all expelled". 

The three passed the time by referencing dead memes and jokes so depraved that Shion could hear Deuce muffle his laughter.  They had a friend that did that back home, they seemed to be the perfect kid, never swore, stayed quiet, always studied, but they contained their obvious laughter at certain jokes.  Deuce interrupts their flashback as he shouts "There's something there!" Grim shouts "Myah!?" and the three are faced with two ghosts, oddly similar to the ones back at Ramshackle, to be honest, the only thing different is that they're wearing grey hooded cloaks. They low-key remind Shion of the cloaks that Anneliese and Erika wear when they sing about how similar they are even though one is a princess and the other is an indentured servant…  "Visitors!  The first in ten years!" they laugh in glee.  "Ah hell nah" Shion sighs in annoyance, they all take a run for it while Ace and Deuce occasionally turn around to fire spells at the ghosts.  "My legs are gonna give out..." they mutter I suck at P.E., why is this damn mine so damn long?! they think and halt as their friends stop.  "D-did we lose them?" Deuce sighs out of breath.  "We gotta keep going" Ace says and you all continue running.  The group only pauses because Ace says that the reason they're here is because of Deuce's stunt.  "Well maybe you shouldn't have avoided your washing duties!" he replies.

"Oh so we're bringing back ancient history now?  How about this all started because someone set fire to a statue!" Ace fires back.

"Myah?!  Well ya' shouldn'ta made fun of me!" Grim cries back.

"All of you shut the fuck up!  Who cares who started this who mess, it was Ace by the way, but ignoring that.  We're all stuck here now so let's finish this" Shion groans.

    Your argument is paused by an ominous voice muttering in the distance "...neeevvvaaa... ...iiivvv... ...ooouuu...".  Deuce says nervously "It sounds like its... getting closer".  The voice repeats "...iiivvv... oooouuu...".  The source of the voice comes into view.  It's a large monster, similarly dressed to one of the dwarfs from Snow White, but with a round bottle filled with what seems to be ink for a head.  And it's body seems to have been covered with it, the pungent stench of ink fills their senses.

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   Kitsune Hime POV

    Ramshackle is a fitting name for a dorm straight out of a horror film.  Though an even more fitting name would be Wuthering Heights, with the whole dilapidated gothic aesthetic.  The outside isn’t too disappointing, other than the few tombstones in the front yard, but that usually means the inside was.  You open the door barely attached to it’s hinges.  The creaks hurt your ears as you step inside. However the inside is indeed worse, much worse, the living room is as inviting as a poltergeist can make.  Furniture is scattered around the floor, paintings hanging on the wall are either set tilted or strewn down.  Cobwebs hang like a cloud from the ceiling.  The windows are cracked in dismay and the ceiling would often let out droplets of rain.  You sigh “My my my…this is definitely going to take some work…” Summoning a broom you snap and the broom starts to sweep. You decide to summon a sponge and bucket to clean the windows.  In a few hours the windows are clean, albeit still cracked, and the floors are dust-free.  The furniture is all set properly, and you decide that as a courtesy, you’ll sew some new coverings for the couch and chairs.  “Let’s see, I’ll need a lot of yards of fabric to sew new covers for the cushions".  You ponder for a few seconds before nodding, "Hmph, Yuukuro is lucky that I take pity upon their plight!” After finding enough fabric to sew some cushions you smile proudly.  “Yuukuro should be returning from their excavation soon.  That will give me enough time to set this place straight" you use various patterns of lavender colored fabric, as well as some thread and sewing materials. You set your bag of materials down, and start to sew with magic, humming to yourself.

For some reason you took a liking to Shion, perhaps it was because you were both from worlds other than Twisted Wonderland.  You sought to look after them, why?  These thoughts swirled around in your head.  After many hours you've created both cushions and a plush blanket for the prefect, as well as a few pillowcases to match. 

    You remember seeing Lilia at the Orientation.  You were still waiting eagerly for the opportunity to meet him, there was something  different, something off about him.  You saw him attending to the student whom you later learned was Silver.  Last time you met, he absolutely despised human, much like yourself.

In a luxurious bedroom a small young girl sits on her older sister’s lap as they sit at the vanity.  The two girls is that had both have fox ears and tail, the older sister dressed in a fancy light cerulean kimono gently brushes her sister’s H/C hair.  “Remember my sister, never look at a human.  They might see that as a form of challenging” the older sister says and continues to brush her sister’s hair, tying it up into a tight bun and pushing an ornate hair clip into the bun. Her sister nods and waits eagerly as her sister applies a light rouge to her own lips and then to her sister’s.  “Mother is having me married off soon, and you shall follow after me” the older sister continues.  “But I don’t want to get married!” The younger sisters cries “Hush now, cease those tears, you know what Mother would say if she saw your that your makeup was ruined by tearstains”.  Her sister chides.  

“But what if I get married to a mean man?” The younger sister almost bursts into tears at the mere thought “If that happens I’ll kill him” her sister smiles “No one will know that it was me”.  The younger sister smiles excitedly “I love you elder sister!”     The sister smiles in return “I love you as well, but those words are heavy, only say them to those that you mean them to”.  She warns.       The two head into town dressed in the attire of nobility.  “Close your eyes when I tell you to” the elder sister demands as they head closer to a building with bright red lights.  You cover your eyes with your hands and carefully peek through the cracks in your blindfold.  You can make out the faint outlines of men and women barely covered by their kimonos.  "Elder sister, where are we?" Your sister ignores the question and pulls you along.  As you enter a building the scent of expensive perfume surrounds you.  “This is my job, Y/N, and I expect you to be on your best behavior in front of my coworkers” your sister smiles “A-alright Suzu” you mutter nervously and follow as she leads you up a staircase.  “You don’t have to cover your eyes anymore” she sighs as you both enter a room.  You hear a haughty voice that you don’t recognize calling out to your sister “Suzuran, what in the Archons are you doing bringing your sister here?  To a brothel of all places?” You look behind the shelf hiding the source of the voice and catch sight of a young man.

His back turned to the both of you, you can see a rich purple kimono draped on his arms.  A sort of purple mist hangs around him, and you notice the bright cyan of an Anemo Vision.  Light blonde hair dusted with powder, and tied into a tight bun.  “Honestly, this is definitely one of your more foolish decisions” he sighs and brings out a fan the same color of his kimono.  “Aw, is this how you greet a good friend?  Your manners have gotten deplorable, Sumiko.  My Archons, it’s no wonder no man or woman would pay for a night with you”.  Suzuran smirks and sighs playfully “Ah, but I suppose that you can’t help it, your standards are far too high for even the most affluent of samurai”.  This Sumiko huffs annoyed and turns to the left, and your E/C eyes meet his, electric purple.  Akin to Miko’s, you shudder at the thought of the conniving kitsune that your sister was close friends with.      

“Hm, you don’t look half-bad, though I suppose that’s to be expected from a family of your status little L/n” he smiles slightly “I suppose that I should formally introduce myself.  Forget everything that Suzu has told you about me.  I am Sumiko Hanamitsu, one of the most expensive kitsune at this brothel”. You heard of the Hanamitsu family, a kitsune family famous for their perfumes.  They’re close acquaintances with the Kamisato clan.  In fact, you attended a wedding between one of their sons and a daughter of the Kamisatos.  But to have one of their sons working at a brothel… how unexpected.  “Do not expect me to be kind and caring little one.  This world is cruel, and so am I” Sumiko admits while he fans himself in boredom.          That was many a century ago… you sigh as the imaginary curtain closes on your play from the past.  Teleporting back to your shared room at Heartslabyul, saying goodnight to Jayden before you tuck yourself into bed.  You silently pray for Shion and their friends' success you watch as the hours melt together and change into a new morning.   

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Magicless Human Shion Yuukuro POV

    “Stooonesss… Stooonesss aaare miiiiine!” The creature cries in a voice that drags them down like a weight in an inky ocean.  It’s pained in a desperate way, almost making them feel bad for it.  Pure terror glues you all to your spots, but unfortunately, the potential danger doesn't shut Grim up.  “Myah!  I wasn’t expecting monsters in here!” Grim shouts.  “What were you expecting, Grim?  There to be just spiders?  With our luck? Hell no” Shion sighs wearily.  "What even is that thing?  Didn't it just say something about 'stones'?" Ace says pale.  "Wait... so there are still magestones here!" Deuce smiles.  But he's quickly hit by the monster, and Ace comes to his defense.  "Ey!  Stay away from me!" Grim shouts and spouts fire at the monster.  Shion grabs him up the his collar and holds him against their chest, "We've gotta get outta here, guys!" they shout.

The four of them run out of the cave and Ace huffs out of breath "No one said there'd be anything like that". Deuce responds "There's no way we can beat that thing", and Ace says back "Let's just give up, it ain't worth the work anymore man. I'm gonna just accept that fucking expulsion, cause I do not wanna fight that thing again”. Deuce huffs in response “Nuh-uh! I’d rather die than be expelled!” “Big talk from someone half the mage I am. If ya’ want the stone so badly, why dontcha’ get it yourself?! Cause I’m out” Ace fires. “Fine, go back to your coop then, chicken!” Deuce cries and his expression darkens. “What are these middle school ass insults?” Shion groans and rubs their temple. “Whoa, Deuce like… turned into a totally different person… scary” Grim mutters nervously and cuddles into Shion’s arms. Deuce coughs and his expression changes yet again, “M-my bad. Lost my cool there, sorry”. Shion nods “It’s alright, but uh, what now? We can’t go back and fight that thing” Grim looks up at them “Why not? Can’t they just blast it with magic?” Deuce shrugs sadly “Nope, different kinds of magic and strong spells require training that we don’t have”. “Duh, that’s why magic academies exist” Ace nods. “Besides, the more flustered a mage is, the worse their spell game is”. “Is that why Grim sucks at magic?” Shion says.

"Nah, though, magic comes easier to some than others” Ace shrugs “Hey, I’ve got an idea!” Deuce smiles.  “Yeaaaah, last time we did that, we ended up in this whole shitshow.  We fought that thing and it creamed us.  What exactly is your plan?  I sure don’t trust you to improvise”.  Shion notices Deuce getting more annoyed with every word outta Ace’s mouth.  “Y’know Ace, I’m not sure that you used the right words…” they mutter.  Deuce cracks his knuckles "Oh so we're gonna go at it again, huh?".  Shion thinks I swear to the Archons, if these shits start another yap session, I'm actually going to have that thing kill me.  By some grace, the two of them agree to put their shared braincell to work. 

┏━━━ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ━━━┓ Fun Facts

Y/N originally was forbidden to learn sewing, but convinced her mother to let her.

Shion thinks they should give Ace bacon flavored crickets when they all get back

[gemwing1988]

Cuphead Show Dreamstones Edition: Devil Headcanons

Aside from Old Scratch, Mr. S and the Big D, the Devil is also known as Satan, The Father of the Lies and, of course, Lucifer.

He considers Lexie and Natty to be his greatest rivals/enemies since they are both Christians.

He has a major case of daddy issues.

According to Natty, he throws a tantrum like a 5-year-old.

His favourite foods are certain dishes named after him such as devilled crab for instance.

His favourite choices of beverages range from tea, coffee, wine and champagne. He also enjoys a bit of fruit punch and sparkling water every now and then.

He enjoys devilled eggs and claims he actually invented them.

His favourite dessert is devil’s food cake.

The Devil’s favourite types of music are jazz, swing and opera.

He can play the piano, pipe organ and the violin.

He enjoys sweets, so you can be sure he can have quite a sweet tooth.

He also likes spicy foods.

The Devil actually hates anything sour.

He likes Katie’s coconut scented shampoo and uses similar haircare products to keep his fur as soft and fresh smelling as possible to impress her. Of course, this just creeps her out.

His favourite colours are red, black and gold.

The Devil’s known weakness is the Bible. Whenever he unknowingly or unwillingly makes physical contact with it, he gets zapped much like how he gets electrocuted when in contact with the impenetrable invisible sweater.

Whenever he takes a bubble bath, he has a rubber duck, which he affectionately names “Mr. Squeaks” due to the cute squeaky noises it makes whenever he squeezes it. No one in the Underworld but Henchman knows about Mr. Squeaks.

The Dreamstones often give him certain terms of insults. Such as “Old Scratch Butt”, “Mr. Stupid, and “The Big Doofus”. On separate occasions, Katie isn’t above calling him… “Luci”.

Due to his jealousy of Katie and Validor are dating, the Devil had dug up a book titled “Controlling Your Rage Volume 2: How to Cope with Your Envy”. Of course, much like with the previous book, he tends to tear out the pages and scatter them about in a fit of vent out fury.

Remember those pink bath towels he had been wearing after his shower in Release the Demons? Turns out someone had unknowingly thrown a red bow tie among the white laundry, thus making all of his bath towels pink.

Despite his flamboyant personality, his sexuality is straight.

Since the incident with losing his pitchfork that had fallen into Cuphead’s hands, the Devil has been working on trying to use his powers without his pitchfork should he end up misplacing it again or if there’s ever a time he’s disarmed. He’s even trying to learn how to summon it back into his hand akin to using the Force from Star Wars. Of course, he will still need his pitchfork to teleport.

He seems to be very fond of trains.

He’s also taking note to make sure that the Bubbles of Failure don’t apply to his pitchfork and the elevator when he needs to go up to the surface world to collect a soul.

Even though he’s purely evil, the Devil is still a gentleman as he values some proper edicts such as decent table manners and keeps his advances towards Katie as family friendly as possible as he is limited to cuddling and will often kiss her hand.

There’s often a running gag where characters outside of the Inkwell Isles often mistake the Devil for a very large cat man with horns.

He secretly sleeps with a dolphin plushie he made “Mr. Pebbles” on certain occasions, such as when he feels down.

He enjoys books written by Shakespeare. Among his favourites are Macbeth and Hamlet.

The Devil is ambidextrous, which means he tends to hold his pitchfork in his left hand and switched to holding it in his right hand.

He enjoys the theatre and has a soft spot for The Phantom of the Opera.

His #1 Boss coffee mug was a gift from Henchman.

His white suit and top hat combo is his trademark outfit for dancing purposes as shown in Carn-Evil and The Devil & Ms. Chalice.

[motownfiction]

loon

Lucy sees a loon on the lake in early May, and she panics.

It’s about a week before her graduation with her master’s degree, and she’s preoccupied with thoughts of moving to the East Coast. She’s supposed to be there in three months. Her distant-ish relatives keep saying she’s going back home. That she lived in Connecticut until she was six, and being in New York would give her a great opportunity to explore the life she could have had back home. They don’t get it. The East Coast is all they’ve ever known and loved, and they can’t imagine anyone longing for anything else.

But they’ve never sat on the beach in front of a Great Lake before.

She feels peaceful and easy before the loon shows up. But as soon as she sees that bird, Lucy panics. She’s never been that fond of birds – probably why she eats so much chicken. Pigeons always scared the hell out of her, and forget those peacocks roaming around the Detroit Zoo. Back in second grade, when her class went on a field trip there, Lucy even made her mother chaperone so that someone could shield her from the peacocks.

The loon is a different story. It scares her more than any of the other birds ever have. She can’t remember the last time she saw a loon, and that makes her even more afraid. It’s rare Lucy forgets anything. If she can’t remember why she’d be so scared of a silly little bird on the lake, then what else is she forgetting about her own life?

“Oh, man,” Will says after she tells him about her worries. “You really don’t remember?”

“Obviously not, Will,” Lucy says. “If I did, do you think I’d be this freaked out?”

“It was a little while after you moved here, in first grade. We had that weird music teacher for a year, Ms. Manwell. In the first month of classes, you were supposed to memorize a song and sing it on your own. This ringing a bell?”

Lucy nods, but she wishes she could still block it out.

“You were smart,” she says. “You picked ‘The Farmer in the Dell.’”

“The cheese stood alone,” Will says, solemn for the joke. “And you … already an overachiever …”

“I picked ‘The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill.’ Which was inappropriate for a six-year-old child on more than one level. And I pulled a Steph Armstrong and fucked up the lyrics.”

“‘So Captain Marble zapped him right between the eyes.’”

Lucy feels herself turn red, almost twenty years later.

“I didn’t read comic books!” she says. “I didn’t know there was such a thing as Captain Marvel, much less that there ended up being two of them. God, I’m still humiliated.”

“You don’t have to be,” Will says.

“Yes, I do. That Ms. Manwell. She was horrible to me. Said I tried too hard, and trying too hard would never get me anywhere. That’s why I’m afraid of loons. She had that big loon brooch she wore every week in music class. Every week, I’d sit there and wonder how that big loon brooch would berate me that day. The first teacher who ever hated me.”

Will sighs. He threads his fingers through Lucy’s, and she smiles because he’s not looking.

“You’ve tried really hard,” he says. “And it’s gotten you everywhere. Look. It’s getting us all the way to New York. Just because of you. Just for you.”

Lucy turns around and tries not to cry.

“What if I’m afraid?” she asks. “What if I don’t know what I’m supposed to do once I’m there?”

“Then that’s good,” Will says. “It’ll give you more time to look around.”

Lucy thinks about that for a minute. She never looks around. She always wants to, always fantasizes about running through the fields and doing something she’s never done before, but work always pulls her back in. Work is where she feels comfortable. She’s not happy unless she’s trying too hard, just like Ms. Manwell warned her about. She sighs. She turns her head to see the loon again, just to see if she can look it in the eye without losing her breath.

But when she turns to face the water again, the loon is gone.

She thinks she knows what to do with that.

(part of @nosebleedclub june challenge -- day xvii! still behind, but at least it’s not egregious)

[mlobsters]

supernatural s13e19 funeralia (w. steve yockey)

this angle makes her look tinier than usual, just put her in my pocket

CASTIEL We must assemble our most powerful allies to rescue our family and confront the Archangel Michael. Now, he's in an alternate universe so-- ROWENA Ah, the handsome angel is there, isn’t he? Hello tweety pie. CASTIEL Um, hello.

well that made me laugh, how awkward he got. also thanks for the plot quick reference, because with all the stuff included in the recap i get confused. too much stuff i don't care about makes brain go zzz

SAM Rowena, are you at a... party or something? ROWENA I am, but I’m surprised you recognise the sounds of a party, seeing as how you're all work and no play

literally. i know i know, but like we've spent so many hours with them lol and no fun!

CASTIEL You know, she’s right. You never go to parties.

LOL well we're on the same page

(this from the recap, i don't remember this at all!)

rowena setting someone on fire magically in full view of a crowd is a choice

CASTIEL Yes. Yeah. This would be something of a Hail Mary. DEAN Hmm. CASTIEL It’s a sports term, like slam dunk or, uh... ball handler. DEAN That’s, uh… Mnh-mnh. No, I don’t think it's a good idea.

ok, but ball handler is a sports term that you could use without it having any double entendre 😞 (obviously can too but) weird choice.

CASTIEL Well, Dean, we don’t have any good ideas. DEAN Okay, just... let’s just not barrel through with that like, uh, you know, like the Donatello thing. CASTIEL We had our disagreement, but we got results. DEAN That don’t make it okay. CASTIEL I hear your concerns, and yes, the angels loathe me, and there’s going to be dangers, but Heaven doesn’t want the world to end any more than we do.

appreciate the reminder that they had a disagreement and donatello's brain got zapped by cas because i definitely forgot.

SAM We don’t know what this is yet. Maybe she had a reason to-- DEAN Doesn’t matter what the reason is. That’s not okay! SAM Okay, I said if Rowena goes bad again I’d deal with it, so I’ll deal with it. DEAN You better. Cas, you wanna try this angel thing, then go for it. Just don’t get dead again.

i mean, in their world there could definitely be a good reason, just wouldn't necessarily expect rowena to have one. dean's being kind of an ass to everyone. though i suppose he did have that little tantrum at the end of the last episode so, ~continuity~

LOL was that a heavenly brownout? mid-series heavenly politics was a guaranteed blanking out on my part but like. i just haven't really cared about the main plot in so long it's all getting kind of blanked out unless it's sam and dean specific

DEAN Yeah, she’s a reaper. She tried to take me into the light. Didn’t work out. JESSICA It really didn’t. And honestly it’s been a little sad watching you go this long without telling Sam about me. SAM Hold on a second. What do you mean "watching?"

obviously the watching is the big creeper factor but also i guess was a little surprised we didn't get a reaction to the dean didn't tell sam something bit

JESSICA Well, after Dean’s little trip to the Veil, Death asked me to keep an eye on you two, in case. DEAN In case of what? JESSICA This, I guess. I don’t ask Death questions. Never goes well. SAM So what, you-- you’ve just been... hovering around us, invisible, like a-- like a baby sitter? JESSICA No, no more like a baby monitor.

or stalker

SAM And-- and you’ve seen, um... JESSICA Oh, everything. DEAN You mean, like, everything everything? JESSICA I’m especially fond of Sam’s impressive… extensive array of hair products. [looks at Dean] Not to mention, the three day old bacon cheeseburger in your room, or the VHS tape hidden under your bed labeled "Sweet Princess Asuka Meets the Tentacles of Ple--"

like teehee gonna allude to a sam has a big dick joke, and out dean's specific kinky porn preference (which didn't we just have this tentacle conversation) - where. i know, this isn't real life, it's some whatever the fuck a reaper is (i thought they were a type of angel but then i feel like a recent episode they said they weren't) and maybe if it's cas who just still seems mostly mystified by humans despite being one for a hot minute, it wouldn't be as creepy. but she's talking like she clearly understands why what she's saying is a huge invasion of privacy and upsetting. and okay she's not on their side, maybe she is tired of being the baby monitor for the dumb humans. but as someone myself who's been monitored against my will in what should be private spaces, that really doesn't sit well with me. i get it's just supposed to be a joke, but no thanks. sigh

JESSICA If just one person dies before their time, a lot of things that were supposed to happen, don’t. The ripple effect from just one early death can affect hundreds of lives. And changing their fates changes even more fates until things just become sincerely unfortunate, and we have to hit the reset button. SAM What does that mean? JESSICA Usually? A mass kill off. Like the Black Plague or a mid-sized war. Something to wipe the board clean. So… your help in avoiding that would be greatly appreciated, by everyone.

sure. combined with the world-destroying-aspirations of au!michael, whatever the fuck is going on with heaven having too few angels, lucifer doing who the fuck can remember, needing to rescue everyone in the au, we also need to do something or ELSE plague/war/extinction event. exhausted

and the reunion tour continues.... fucking naomi, great. why not

CASTIEL No, no we didn’t, because you stole my memories, and you threatened to "tear me apart," and you made me repeatedly act out Dean Winchester’s murder, and you killed many, many people.

let's hear it for not forgetting/immediately forgiving someone's awful deeds

NAOMI That's right. We're all... Every angel is like a walking, talking battery. [the lights fluctuate again] And that is what happens when we run out of power.

ok. before it was the human souls that were batteries, back in ye olde s6 (i even included morpheus and the coppertop in a recap)

NAOMI Well, then, let me make it divinely simple for you. There are a grand total of nine angels in Heaven, present company included, and one or two on Earth, and... that's all. We are the last men and women and divine waves of light still standing, as it were.

excuse me WHAT. NINE??? listen, ok. you know i have zero religious experience, i've never been to church. however, this song by johnny cash, when the man comes around (a banger, truly) i know it took from the bible and (via wikipedia):

The chorus indicates that these events will be accompanied by trumpets (as in Revelation 8, 9, 11), pipers (Rev. 18:22), and "one hundred million angels singing". The voice of the Lord in Revelation is often likened to the sound of a loud trumpet (Revelation 1:10; 4:1; and 8:13). Revelation 5:11 states that John saw that there are millions of angels in Heaven.

so i'm like, this is my knowledge of just how many angels there are 😂 and we're down to NINE!!!

NAOMI Without him, in time we’ll burn out. Heaven will crumble, and all the souls that have been entrusted to our care will fall back to earth. Picture it, Castiel-- billions upon billions of ghosts unleashed upon the world. All that chaos, all that death.

🙄add it to the list of impending catastrophies ✅ (they need some soul to angel battery converter)

rowena is trying to get crowley back....? hokay

DEAN Where the hell is my brother?!

never gets old

SAM No. Rowena. I know what you went through and I know how much you lost and I realize how much you want your family back. But don’t do this. This... this... This is not you. Not any more. ROWENA What happened to me, those were my choices. But Fergus never… It wasn’t fair.

what.

BILLIE You were never going to kill him. There was a time you would've, but not now. I can see that. ROWENA I don’t know what I’m doing

BILLIE Sometimes life is unfair, and sometimes we lose things. And sometimes we make mistakes. And some of these things can never be fixed, no matter how powerful you become. Some things just are, and everyone has to live with that.

what? we're supposed to buy this sudden personality 180?

ROWENA I fought Death and lost. I feel tired. Weaker. I don’t know if it’s forever. Sam, what have I done? SAM You had a chance to kill me and you didn’t. I’d call that progress. DEAN I’d call that a miracle. [Dean and Rowena exchange looks] SAM You know, what happened with Crowley? That wasn’t your fault. ROWENA He never had a chance. DEAN He made his choices, just like we all do. Look, every one of us has done something that we have to live with, that were trying to make up for. Every one of us. SAM Even without all that extra juice, you’re still the deadliest witch around. ROWENA Flatterer. SAM Yeah, well, we, um... we may need your help. To save our family. To… hell, to save the world. DEAN You wanna be redeemed? This would be a pretty big step. ROWENA And do you think I still can be? DEAN Yeah, I do.

i mean. who cares about character development, let's just slam through this redemption and reconciliation arc in a big showdown in one episode? unless there's some long game, this is just. hard to swallow

[firestingray9]

I was gonna give Splatoon 3 a break but the next day after my last post I jumped into Splatoon 2 for a bit of Turf Wars for old time's sake then I ended up reinstalling 3 on the same day because I'm too hooked on it! XD I decided to try leveling up all my weapons to 1 star again so that I can get a license from that to buy more and eventually have a nice little pile of them to use when new weapons come out! It... um... some of the weapons make me wanna yeet Sheldon into the ocean because of how much I hate them.

Now that the new season started, I've gone back to work on the new ones that came out! The S-BLAST '92 is super amazing as a concept but blasters in general aren't my thing because of how slow they are but I'll keep working at it to git gud at this one because I really want to use it! Since I had already leveled up all my blasters to 1 star that were already out during the Fresh Season, I've already known about some of its quirks like blaster hopping so it wasn't much of a shock to use the S-BLAST '92! I'm keeping track of what weapons I've leveled up to 1 and noting down how I feel about them so that it's easier for me to remember which ones besides my mains are fun to use and which ones are trash! Nothing will make me like the chargers though. Well maybe if they add a new one based on another Nintendo controller but I can't think of any that would suffer such a fate.

I've been keeping up with the Splat 3 news and I'M SO HAPPY MY HAT IS BACK!!!

I've decided that I'll rearrange some outifts and abilities so that I'll have one for my N-ZAP '89 and S-BLAST '92! The default outfit for my OC, Arrows, is the Do-Rag, Cap, & Glasses/Retro Gamer Jersey/Crazy Arrows but I've said a few times that he wears the Takoroka Rainbow Tie Dye underneath the jacket! I've also grown so fond of the Seafoam 'Phones and it kinda makes me feel like Dashie (I wish he'd play Splatoon 3 so I can laugh at him raging at that! 😭) so I've decided to keep using it for an alternative outfit!

N-ZAP '89 outfit: Do-Rag, Cap, & Glasses/Retro Gamer Jersey/Crazy Arrows

S-BLAST '92 outfit: Seafoam 'Phones/Takoroka Rainbow Tie Dye/Crazy Arrows

My current outfit, Seafoam 'Phones/Retro Gamer Jersey/Crazy Arrows, has all its abilities in place for the N-ZAP '89 and I'm currently trying to farm for more abilities I've got on the hat so I can put that on the Do-Rag, Cap, & Glasses and replace the abilities on the Seafoam 'Phones! So this is what I plan on running:

N-ZAP '89 outfit:

Do-Rag, Cap, & Glasses=Ink Saver (Sub), Ink Saver (Sub), Ink Saver (Sub), Ink Saver (Sub)

Retro Gamer Jersey=Sub Power Up, Sub Power Up, Sub Power Up, Sub Power Up

Crazy Arrows=Special Charge Up, Special Charge Up, Special Charge Up, Special Charge Up

S-BLAST '92 outfit:

Do-Rag, Cap, & Glasses=Ink Saver (Main), Ink Saver (Main), Ink Saver (Main), Ink Saver (Main)

Takoroka Rainbow Tie Dye=Special Power Up, Special Power Up, Special Power Up, Special Power Up

Crazy Arrows=Special Charge Up, Special Charge Up, Special Charge Up, Special Charge Up

Hydra Splatling outfit:

Five-Alarm Helmet=Run Speed Up, Run Speed Up, Run Speed Up, Run Speed Up

Hero Jacket Replica=Run Speed Up, Run Speed Up, Run Speed Up, Run Speed Up

Angry Rain Boots=Object Shredder, Ink Resistance Up, Sub Resistance Up, Quick Super Jump

I call my Hydra outfit "Fireyeb outfit" because I wanted to dress up like a firefighter! 👨‍🚒 It took a bit to learn how to use it, first starting with the Heavy Splatling to get the basics down first then used the Hydra more and more! I got some good advice from other players for how to learn it and what abilities to use for it along with some ability suggestions for the N-ZAP '89 outfit!

For the rest of the Sizzle Season update, I love that we're getting a bunch of Nintendo systems to decorate our lockers with and their names crack me up sooo much! 🤣🤣 They sound like really crusty bootleg systems! I'm def gonna redo my entire locker when I get all of them so that it looks like a gamer's locker instead of a firefighter's locker! As much as I love my firefighter themed locker, it's time for a change! I've yet to get the "Gaming" or "Gamer" titles so I'm still trying for that! But I think I've grown too fond of my "World's Best Curly Hair" that I have on my splashtag so I think I'll be keeping it for a while still!

[stay-outta-my-blood-circle]

Finished BTD2. Thoughts. You know the drill (no pun intended). This one was tough!!

BTD1 ver \ TPOF ver

Cain

I didn't think he was all that interesting when I first saw him.

The fact that he is apparently my favorite was not known to me until the creation of this list, just now.

But maybe that's not such a surprise because he's actually got a lot in common with Rire (despite being a fallen angel rather than a demon).

Like Rire, he seems to enjoy the finer things, he's jaded, and more importantly: you have to keep his interest, and he gets bored easily.

Unlike Rire, he's pretty serious by nature (therefore more difficult to entertain and less inclined to put up with 'misbehavior'), practically forlorn even.

Also unlike Rire, though, I think he's more able/likely to become truly fond of someone. He's downright soft once you win him over.

Wings pretty. Hair nice.

I'm also a sucker for the whole 'call me anytime you need help, I'll swoop in and defend you' kind of thing 🥰

First ending: "Cain dropped you"

Favorite ending: either "Cain saved you" or "Cain saw your value"

8.5/10 I'll take him

Lawrence

Baby boy. Baby.

So sweet and anxious. Doesn't want to hurt you but does want to remove your spine and keep it. Loves you so much he wants to (literally) climb inside your ribcage but also can't believe anyone could truly love him back 🥺

someone get this man a psychiatrist

The little sad smiles, the mutters, the blushes. I could just eat him up fr

First ending: "he took you to the woods"

Favorite ending: "Lawrence got closer" or "Lawrence kept you"

*gently holds* 8/10

Damien

Gets a special mention despite not technically having his own route because I love him, your honor

I do have a weakness for grumps so this is not shocking

Another fallen angel, related to Cain. An all around good boy despite being kinda cranky. Also a priest if that does anything for you.

You get a nice epilogue with him if you let him rescue you!!

7.5/10, glad the boyfriend he apparently has doesn't keep him from fooling around with me 😏

Vincent

Went back and forth on him a lot throughout his route

Me when he first appeared on screen: 😳 awooooga!!

Highest percentage of death endings, I think. Yikes. He's easy to piss off.

Big stronk. muscles. scars

I like his personality too. Playful, flirty, and generally easygoing as long as he's not angry.

Protective, loyal, and affectionate (once you win him over), and probably a lot of other traits one could ascribe to a pet dog because.... werewolf

Some of his endings actually gave me feels. He can be very sweet.

Lets you wear!! His clothes!! Because they look good on you and also yours smell good so he wants to keep them! 😖

Some uh. rough kinks 😬 just ignore those I guess

The best ending you can get with him is also poly, which is very cool, because he already kinda has a bf

BUT

I actually kinda dislike the bf so 😒 he's a brat and not in a fun way

First ending: "Vincent stepped in"

Favorite ending: "Vincent saved you"

*scritches ears* 7.5/10 (yeah he's tied with Damien, whatever. I can't choose)

Ren

I realize I picked a very cute CG but..... this little shit

Once again I'm going to piss off the fandom, because he's another major fan favorite

but he really is kind of a little shit. Also I'm sorry, he looks like he's 13 years old and the thirst train just cannot leave the station with him looking like that

I do sympathize with him and he certainly can be adorable. I'm perfectly happy to be kind to him when he's not zapping the ever-loving shit out of me 😠

I can't forgive him for what he did to my baby boy though!! Ever!!!! I hated playing that scene over and over jfc 😭

(also let me just say...... seeing that body he has in the freezer was so cathartic, I very nearly pointed and laughed)

First ending: "you took Law's place" (of course)

Favorite ending: "you helped Ren"

6/10 I do feel the urge to hug him when he cries

[widowsofchaos]

Could you do the prompt #60?

❝ mine

summary: Wanda isn’t too fond with how close a certain Captain is to you. pairing: Wanda Maximoff x black!reader warnings: fluff, jealous Wanda, a smidge of jealousy, and smut. Filthy use of the Slovakian language. Palm kissing aka my weakness. ao3 // requested from this prompt list a/n: Wanda is my wife, your honor. Hope I did my lover justice. Carol Danvers cameo. requested prompt 60: “Pay attention to me.” 2k words. Sorry for this late request, writer’s block is a menace. No beta, all mistakes are my own. do not repost my works

It was late into the night, and Wanda’s spirits were more alive --- and enraged.

Anxiety and adrenaline bleeds through her witchy fingers, sparks zap dully at the tips, clutching her cup of liquor tightly.

Downs a hefty sip, a hiss, her lips snarling as the firewater trickles and burns down her throat --- Samogon, or how you cheekily teased, “Mother Russia’s own moonshine. Ruthless just like her children --- I mean look at Natalia, she puts vodka in her cereal.” A tiny smirk curls at her lips, your faint laugh lulls her in the memory.

A familiar giggle catches her ears once more --- melodic, soothes her ears, but Wanda scowls, knowing exactly what’s making you laugh. Her knuckles strain white, gawking over her shoulder, peeking eyes glow dangerously crimson red.

The party is amidst bustling with drunk melding bodies, great food, endless playlist of music --- ever so luxurious --- as every party Stark throws; regardless it being a private party among friends.

Across from the bar, near the lounge couches, you seated with your silhouette legs crossed, your head tilted back, tipsy giggles slipping from your lips; seated next to you was a certain Captain.

Oh no --- not Captain America, he was busy cuddling with his lovers, how he slurs lovingly ‘my Bucky, my Sammy.’ Steve and Bucky two fingers deep in Asgardian Ale, with Sam edging deep in whiskey. All three sharing kisses in the far corner, ready to sneak back to their room for late night loving.

Shamelessly undressing you with her eyes was Captain Danvers herself, her arm slung over your shoulders, deep in casual conversation with you. Simple maxi dress, adorning your hips, softly encasing your figure, low cut that amples your breasts --- and Carol was eating it up.

To the outsider’s eye, it would be seen as friendly banter, tipsy chuckles -- but Wanda knew better. Her eyes flicker to her wedding ring --- sparkling red --- the same one that twinkles on your marital finger.

She clicks her tongue --- Wanda indeed knows better. The friendship between Carol and yourself is fairly a new one, naturally gravitating towards Carol, how curious and intrigued you get to meet another inhuman besides Wanda and yourself.

No surprise how natural conversation flows between the Captain and yourself --- everyone you meet gravitates to you like a magnet, treating one as if they were an old friend.

You look delicious --- as always. Beauty that makes anyone double-glance, delicate yet intimidating. That glow, you carry a shine, an essence, a force of nature, but it’s so much more. Beneath the surface, radiates comfort, you can break any stoic façade with that wattage smile. Wanda and yourself match, a perfect yin-yang, one and the same, and Wanda loves it.

Both of you can feel it, see it, taste it.

Clever fingers, clever lips, clever tongue. Clever small hands carving Wanda’s hardened façade, in the quiet, warm and intense moments in time, where Wanda can be vulnerable, finally shed waterfalls over her losses, let her rant and rage without judging eyes --- where she can lay her heart in your hands, and she knew, you handle with care.

Because you know her, understand her. Able to simmer her down, know where her emotions stem from the deepest crevices of her spirit.

The endless drinks were nice, but Wanda rather be with you, somewhere else. She rather prefers to be in your shared quarters, with the babies, eating sugar snaps, and watching tv. A cozy night-in, and finally would tuck Billy and Tommy in their cribs; sneak away to bed, caress and cradle each other till succumbing in deep slumber.

But --- you convinced Wanda, thinking tonight’s party was a good reprieve, to relax with friends, and drink till merry, without the stresses of motherhood. Now, she battles another stress, another grievance.

Green-eyed monster rearing its head --- jealousy.

‘She’s full of shit.’ A sultry Slovakian spite lingers in your mind --- only in your mind, a sharp side-eye, you glance to see Wanda, nursing her drink --- halting your pinched fingers from twirling your flute.

Slightly puckering your lips, restraining a grin splitting from ear to ear, you coyly titled your head at Carol, who was complimenting the tattoo that adorns your shoulder-blade. How slyly Carol’s fingertips trace the tatted lines, feigning curiosity.

‘Her hands all over you, fucking kurva.’

‘Pay attention to me.’

A dull clank of a glass against the counter could be heard. A breathy chuckles escapes from your nose, as you can feel Wanda’s eyes burning holes in the back of your skull, and no doubt, dying to literally burn holes in Carol’s blonde dome. “I think I’m gonna hit the hay, my head feels light.” A polite excuse without offending Carol from your erupt leave.

“Awh, already? It’s not even late, grandma.” Carol teases, as she presses the rim of her beer against her lips --- her fifth one tonight --- tangy flavor of Budweiser weighing on her tongue, fueling her mischief. “Who are you calling grandma, I wasn’t the one born in the sixties.” A few strings of chuckles, you graciously depart from Carol, as she wiggles her slender fingers goodbye.

Waltzing to the bar, your hips swaying, placing the flute on the counter; sitting next to a stewing witch. Elegantly perching your elbows on the marbled bar, your nails flicker delicately as your wrists bent against your chest, coyly swinging gently on the bar stool. Slyly peeking from the corner of your eye, you catch Wanda staring at you.

Tenderly covering her glass with your palm, tugging it out of Wanda’s palm, and gliding it away. “Let’s go to bed.” You slither, eyes glassy --- the champagne bubbling light in your head, skin tingling and aching for Wanda’s touch; your eyes rover over her figure, curves snug in a velvet maxi dress.

Auburn hair coils in slick waves, draped over her smooth shoulders. Leaning in, you can smell the liquor wafting from her slick lips, Wanda tsks, cheekily leaning towards you; her fingers sought out to your thigh, gripping the flesh.

Lips now hairs away, “Oh --- now I exist?” Wanda sneers, sultry, her accent weaving out in a hiss. “Don’t be like that.” You tsk, smoothly gliding off the stool, your fingers sliding against Wanda’s open palm, interlocking softly. Wanda murmurs, be like what? As she pouts, gazing at your heart-shaped lips.

“Now, is my wife going to bed with me or is she going to hex the Captain?” The pad of your thumb caressing Wanda’s finger, trying to tame the witch. “I prefer hexing her, and then ravishing you on the glass table for her to see --- želá si, aby ochutnala vašu kundu, vašu šťavnatú ako sladkú broskyňu.”

Filthily whispering in her native tongue, her fingers curving, and bending graciously as carmine magic emits. The warmth of her breath beats against your cupid-bow, ever so close to your lips; tantalizing, more intoxicating than any ale in all the realms.

Wanda pulls away, earning a whine from you, she hushes your lips by the tip of her oval nail, “Behave till we get back to our room.” With no other word, Wanda snags your wrist in her grip, dragging you out of the party into the dark hallway.

Scattering feet wander through the compound halls, only clicks of heels echo and pierce through the silence. Dancing shadows linger on the walls, breathy moans, wet lips. Wanda’s palm glides and grips the curve of your neck, pinning you against the wall --- just a mere inches away from your apartment door. “I can’t wait any longer.” Wanda growls low in her throat, her antsy hands.

Slithering fingers slip under the hem of your bunched up dress, feathery fingers chilled at the tips from the glassed liquor caress the skin of your inner thigh. Earning a silky hiss through your teeth, as Wanda’s lips parts open upon yours as if breathing in your essence; as her fingers dove beneath the fabric of your thong. Soaking her left handed fingers between your velvety lips, your fingers cling onto Wanda’s hips, sneakily massaging her soft ass through the smooth fabric, bundling up her cheeks. Groping, and squishing.

“Do you feel it?” Wanda asks, dripping with lust, a dull spark zaps at your clit, jolting you with a whimper, teasingly Wanda left your throbbing clit to toy with your clenching hole, but she doesn’t slip inside you. Yearning for her to touch you more, plunge and curl to the point of delirious pleasure. Delightful swell swirls in your heart, a flicker in Wanda’s eyes --- something you couldn’t quite pin.

All she can see is Carol’s hands touching you, touching what is hers, Carol’s slithering eyes roaming your breasts, and curves. It wasn’t your fault, no --- you were just being a good friend, engaging in conversation --- but she felt abandoned. As if Carol swooped you away, like a thief in the night. Stealing a treasure that didn’t belong to her nor deserve it.

You’re her wife --- you are hers, just as she is yours.

“I need to feel all of you.” A mess of words, gasping breaths, as Wanda happily snuck her two fingers inside your spongy walls, fluttering, and quivering thighs. Thrusting with no hesitation, your hips crash against the palm of her hand, tangling tight as a tether, curling fingers beckoning in a salacious curve. Pulling you close, her fingers digging in your hip-bone, breasts to breasts, melting against the wall, kissing you, your mouth, your cheeks, the slope of your nose --- delicately pecking your shut lids.

The palm that cradled your hip, traveled the terrain of your waist, and glided upon the arch of your spine, traveled between the shoulder blades, her touch eliciting sensitivity on her bare flesh, and cupping the nape of your neck. Fondling your neck, as her lips never wavered from your face, remaining as she continued her shower of kisses, as she fucked your cunt with vigor --- unrelenting, your wetness echoing with unabashed squelching.

A wet spot formed the dead center of Wanda’s panties --- just the sounds of you can make her cum on the spot. Sticky against her peach-fuzz, your legs sliding against hers, as her fingers continue with no interruption. Wanda’s wet panties stick to the skin of your thigh, humping with desperation, the sensation of syrupy cotton and heated bare skin nearly drove Wanda to the brink of endless bliss.

“She can’t have you ---” Wanda groans, her pupils almost rolling to the back of her skull, as the lips of her cunt split and ride even harder against your knee. Nearly gliding down the wall pavement, clinging onto each other in a loving embrace, “---she can never have you.” Wanda whispers in the shell of your ear, her teeth graces sharply the line of your jaw, her tongue licks a wet glide, sucking and nibbling on your pulse-point, marking her territory.

As one palm cups Wanda’s ass, guiding her as she unravels on your thigh, a hand leaves to her shoulder blade, your fingers flicker with her straps, pulling it over Wanda’s shoulders, and with a frenzied impulse, tug the fabric down --- Wanda’s milky breast spills out, still swollen with breast milk.

Pink areolas hardened by the cool air, your moist tongue peaks from your lips, and the tip flickers against the dripping nipple. Leaning your head down on Wanda’s chest, suckling greedily --- nearly her whole tit was engulfed in your mouth, sloppily slurping.

A shriek nearly bubbles at Wanda’s throat, cradling your head in her arm tenderly, kissing your temple, her nose inhaling your scent --- always emanate a tender scent of crushed roses; as your chin drips with milk. “Mine, you’re mine.” Wanda wispily moans, as you drank from her tit, saliva coating the corners of your mouth. Moaning at the taste on your tongue, satisfying your carnal palate --- the vibration sending a shimmer up the crevices of Wanda’s spine.

Sweat beads at your brow, as sweat drenches Wanda’s baby hairs clinging onto her temple, mouthing ‘love me, love me’, her fingers pulling the threads of silk from the jewel between your legs, now drenched. Two gardens watering, the petals of tulips bloom. Your thigh now slippery, grinding her clit hard, slow thrusts --- riding out, edging herself; refusing to cum without you.

As if you were a fragile china doll, shakily Wanda’s spidery fingers brush against heated skin, sweeping the arch of your neck, dancing down on smooth brown shoulders, downward to the line of your fore-arm.

Leisurely slowing down her fingers that rested inside your moist caravan, sinuous fingers kiss the skin and daintily hold your wrist, pulling away from her bum. Lifting, and lightly twisting upward to bare your exposed wrist; you halt, hesitantly your eyes peer up at Wanda. Cheeks dewey, and dusted pink.

Lips part from Wanda’s sodden breast, a string of saliva connects from your bottom lip; as if time ceased still, bringing your wrist to her lips, her eyes never leaving yours. A breath hitches in your throat, open mouthed kisses trail up, lovingly your fingers cup her soft cheek, her lips plush at the cusp of your palm. Wanda’s eyes are two moons, hauntingly beautiful, makes your spirit want to create a temple in blind faith in the name of love, yearning to worship; the waves of love coils off of each other.

Hot breath is a hymn, cascades against your hand, slow and soft kisses --- a tingle at your fingers. A simple gesture yet holds no bounds of adoration, deeply into each other eyes. Wanda’s fingers lock with yours, her wet lips part against the pad of your thumb, her teeth nip, her tongue lick ever so faintly; sucking the finger between her lips.

Erotically Wanda’s hips began its tirade once more, her soaked fingers flourish inside you with no mercy --- she knows, oh she knows. You’re close, oh so close, close, close to the edge --- you know Wanda’s close too, by the way her breath pitches ever so higher; just dying to fall over in Wanda’s arms, fevered. Bury inside each other, this unspoken waltz, not needing to verbalize --- it’s there, not always having to be feverish hot fucking, but it can be passionate, desperate, and warm.

To dive deep inside each other, crawl under the skin, and rest there as a love nest.

Foreheads touch, nose to nose, eyes fall into the depths of each other, a mess of entangled limbs --- a splash of kaleidoscope bursts before your eyes, mouths smashing to dull the shrills; cumming hard on Wanda’s fingers dragging it out, as her fingers dragged out, agonizingly so.

A sheen of wetness crashes and coats your thigh as a balm --- witnessing the motion embody each of your faces with each ripple of your orgasms. Memorizing every expression, any twitch, lips shaped in Os, never tearing your eyes away from each other, because you both wanted to --- such beauty.

The smell of Wanda is intoxicating, makes you dizzy, love-drunk, and adored. Resting your bodies on each other, raspy giggles flow, face leaning on face, caressing cheek to cheek, as Wanda nestles her hands on your face. A daze of happiness, the stresses of a green-foaming monster now a faded memory, cuddling each other in a tight hug, just airy laughs muffled in your chests. Just leaning against the wall, full length of your bodies pressed, braced as if being one.

A faint cry of the twins breaks the haze, ever so sync the boys wail for their mothers --- just like clockwork, it must be 2 am; time to feed the hungry bellies of your babies, just like their mama feasted on their mother. Slipping back into reality, fixing each other’s disheveled clothes back to somewhat back to being decent. Frizzy hairs springs in all directions, sheens of sweat now coat your skins, but a sense of relief drapes upon you two.

As Wanda leans her hand on the wall, resting your head on her stretched arm, head tilted as you soothe Wanda’s cheek, watching her, the greenery of her irises shine bright at your glassy brown orbs, as if a fire that can’t be smothered.

Making the butterflies erupt in her chest, making Wanda feel seen in so many ways that she never had before. En pointe, standing tall to kiss Wanda’s lips, light and sweet, resting your head in the crock of her shoulder. Lashes flutter as Wanda holds you to her bodice, with your heart swelling, you whisper to her.

“I will never leave you. Wherever you go, I’ll follow.”

[the-cult-of-russo]

What are friends for?

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader 

Request: Hi! I loved little lamb, you're such an amazing writer!!! Can I request a piece where reader and Billy are friends and for her birthday she asks him to fulfill a smutty fantasy and he's all too happy to comply. Bonus points if reader calls Billy Lieutenant and it involves his combat gear. Love, love, love your blog <3 <3 <3

A/N: Thank you, dear friend 🥰😘

You guys are letting me live my best hoe life and I love you for it 😂

The High Priestess of the Cult of Russo blesses you all 🖤😈😘

 Warnings: cursing, a whole load of smut lmaoooo 

(Under 18s avert your eyes and scroll on by)

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“C’mon, Y/N. I keep askin’ you and you won’t gimme a goddamn answer. I need to know what you want,” Billy huffed from next to you. The pair of you were in a booth at the bar, your friends having all left around 10 minutes ago. You’d opted to stay since you hadn’t finished your very large glass of wine and Billy stayed to keep you company. He’d walk you home, he always did. 

You pursed your lips in thought before you scrunched your face up, looking at him as he gave you an exasperated look. You were sitting sideways on the bench seat with him, heels kicked off under the table with your legs draped sideways over his legs. It was pretty much par for the course with you two.

“I don’t know. I think I’m just getting to that age where I don't care about my birthday,” you snorted, taking a slurp from your wine. You had a little under half of it left now and you were pretty tipsy. Billy groaned and rolled his eyes at your answer and you gave him a sheepish smile before looking away. Your birthday was coming up in a few days and he’d been asking you for weeks what you wanted but you didn't really want anything. Nothing material anyway.

There was one thing that kept coming to mind yet you found yourself way too embarrassed to ask him. You took another generous glug of your wine as you thought about it, cheeks flushing slightly. 

“What is it?” Billy asked knowingly. Your eyes snapped to his then as he raised a brow.

“What's what?” You asked innocently. He grinned, looking amused as he snatched your glass and took a pull from it.

“You just thoughta somethin’, so spit it out. You know I’d get you anythin’ you want,” he said softly, a fond smile on his face. You chuckled to yourself, eyes darting around the bar for a moment as you nibbled your lower lip. If you were completely sober you’d never tell him, but you weren't sober.

“It’s not necessarily something you’d get me… more something you’d… do,” you murmured, lips tugging up in a wry smirk as you glanced at him. He tilted his head, dark eyes assessing you for a moment.

“Alright, I’m curious,” he drawled with a small smile.

You licked your lower lip, shifting in your seat a little and resting your elbow along the back of the bench seat, bringing you slightly closer to him. 

“Okay so… you can totally say no, but you asked so I’m just gonna come out with it. You're not allowed to be weirded out or hold it against me,” you said, levelling him with a firm look. Both his brows raised at that, an apprehensive look on his face.

“Spit it out, Y/N,” he murmured with narrowed eyes. You blew out a long breath, taking the glass back from his hand and slurping some of it. 

“My sex life’s been pretty… boring lately. It's always so vanilla, you know? I have this fantasy and honestly, I think you'd be perfect to fulfill it,” you said, looking him right in the eye thanks to the booze running through your veins. You watched as his brows almost flew off his head for a moment, mouth slightly agape as your words hit him. But then he cleared his throat, shifting in his seat a little as he tilted his head. His almost black eyes were pinning you in place and you idly wondered through the layers of alcohol in your brain if you'd just ruined your friendship. 

It wasn’t like you thought he wasn't attracted to you, you knew he was. You’d met years ago through Curtis and you quickly became part of their friend group. For the first month after meeting Billy, he’d tried to get in your pants every time you saw him and you’d turned him down. You were flattered, he was hands down the most attractive man you'd ever seen. But Curt had warned you of his reputation and you preferred to have one night stands with people you didn't know. It was less awkward that way. It was after that first month when things changed with you and Billy though. The pair of you were supposed to meet Frank and Karen at the bar but they hadn't turned up. You later learned they'd been so wrapped up in each other they'd forgotten the plans. But it ended up being just you and Billy. You'd bonded over tequila and tragic backstories and since then, you'd been super close friends. 

“What exactly is this fantasy of yours?” He asked. You didn't miss how his voice sounded deeper and it sent a shiver right through you. It wasn't an outright no, so you took that as a win at least.

“I mean… I don’t have specifics really. I have some ideas and stuff, things I’d like to try. And I don't feel comfortable doing it with some random guy, but I trust you so…” you trailed off, swishing the last bit of your red wine around in the glass. When you looked back up at him, his eyes were a little softer, a small smile playing on his lips. He leaned his arm on the bench, his hand by your hair as he toyed with it. It was something he did often and you always enjoyed it. 

“Tell me what you got in mind,” he murmured as you leaned into his touch.

“Do you still have any combat gear?” You asked, biting your lip as you looked up at him. He looked mildly shocked for less than a second before a sly grin worked its way onto his face.

“Yeah… yeah I do,” he replied with a smirk. 

“I have a thing for a guy in uniform, I mean who wouldn't? And I happen to know you look pretty good in it since I've seen the pictures,” you shrugged, sipping your wine. He seemed like he lit up at your praise and you almost laughed, it was kind of cute. 

“What else? You want me to play dress-up, but what else you wanna try?” He asked softly. It was a valid question, clearly if you didn't trust some random guy to do what you wanted it was more than just putting on military gear. 

You looked away for a moment but he tugged your hair, making you look back at him with a mild squint as he grinned at you, his brows raised expectantly.

“I’ve never tried anything… exciting. It's depressing, Billy! Its always boring old vanilla sex. I want to be dominated, I wanna be restrained, I wanna try things, you know? I wanna be choked, spanked, all of the good stuff,”  you whined, letting it all out. He blinked at you for a long moment and he didn't speak, his face unreadable. You started to wonder if you’d broken him before he rolled his shoulder and a dark smirk graced his face. It made your lower belly clench. You'd never seen that look on his face before, but fuck if you didn't like it.

“Done,” he said simply, the slightly terrifying yet arousing smirk still on his lips. His eyes were alight with something you couldn't place as you looked at him skeptically. 

“Really? Just like that?” You asked with a snort. You had no plans on telling him but you always thought if you did he’d say no or never speak to you again for even asking. 

“Just like that,” he shrugged easily. With that, he switched topics to something else entirely and before long he’d walked you home after you finished your wine. Neither of you mentioned it again and you wondered if he would before your birthday happened or if he was bluffing and didn't want to outright say it to your face that he didn't want to fuck you. 

Days went by pretty quickly and now it was the night before your birthday. Well, it was almost midnight so technically it was almost your birthday. You were sitting on the sofa in an oversized tee and your panties, watching reruns of The Walking Dead. The next day, your actual birthday, you’d be going to Karen and Franks for a little birthday get together with your friends. You yawned into your hand when suddenly your front door knocked firmly. You sat up straighter, now wide awake as you looked at it warily. You weren't expecting company at this time. You checked your phone to see it was dead on midnight before you got up and padded over to the door. When you looked through the peephole, no one was there. You took a step back feeling wary when the door knocked again, more impatient this time. With a deep breath you opened it but nothing could have prepared you for what was on the other side.

Billy was standing there decked out in his combat gear, the same kind you’d seen in the pictures of him and Frank overseas. It fit his frame perfectly and your eyes swept from his head to his feet before back up again, unable to help yourself. When they landed back on his face, he raised a brow, a smirk on his lips. In all honesty, you’d forgotten about it. He hadn't mentioned it once since it happened and acted like you’d never asked such a thing of him and it had completely slipped your mind. But now your body was thrumming with excited and nervous energy and you found your voice rendered useless.

“Gonna let me in?” He asked teasingly. You nodded, quickly stepping out of his way and shutting the door behind him. It was then you noticed a black duffel thrown over his shoulder. Before you had a chance to ask about it, he spoke up.

“Sit down,” he commanded. His tone of voice felt like someone zapped you with an electric current.

“Yes, sir,” you replied instantly, not even meaning to do it. But the way his eyes flared at your words told you he very much enjoyed it. 

You moved to sit at the dining table, hands shaking slightly from the anticipation of whatever was to come. The Billy currently in your apartment wasn't the one you were used to. He dumped the bag heavily on the table with a thud and your eyes were drawn to it before you looked back at him. He was standing tall beside the table, looking down at you, his hands clasped behind his back as his eyes regarded you in a way that made you squirm.

“Here's how this is gonna go. Safeword is tequila. You don't like somethin’, speak up. It's all about you, you don't gotta just roll with somethin’ ‘cause you think it's what I want. You have the power to stop it, but while I’m here, I’m in charge. I tell you to do somethin’, you do it or there'll be consequences. We clear?” He asked roughly. There was no smirk on his face now, it was serious as his dark eyes bore into you and you swallowed thickly. 

It wasn't lost on you the safeword he’d picked and you felt slightly reassured that while he was clearly asserting his dominance over you right now, he was also letting you know that ultimately, you were the one with the power to call it off. 

“Crystal, sir,” you replied, a wry smirk tugging at your lips. He didn't smirk or grin like you expected but you noticed his nostrils flare slightly and his shoulder roll. He unzipped the bag harshly then and inclined his head to it. You stood up to get a better view of what was inside.

Your breathing hitched a little as you rifled through the contents of what he’d gotten you. Even when you'd asked him for this you hadn't expected him to put so much effort into it. In a weird way, it was quite touching. 

“Anythin’ you wanna try, get it out and put it on the table,” he instructed. You picked out a silk blindfold, a pair of handcuffs and a paddle. You pushed some of the other things aside in the bag and saw a large black knife at the bottom. Your breathing hitched a little as you took it out, turning it in your hand as your mind ran away with itself. You glanced curiously to Billy then and his cool facade broke when a dirty smirk painted his lips, his eyes dancing with mischief and amusement. He raised one brow, almost in a challenging manner, goading you to see if you'd take the bait. You held eye contact with him as you set the knife on the table and he bit down on his lower lip as his eyes darkened. 

You turned back to the things you'd gotten out then. You didn't want to overwhelm yourself and you really wanted to try these out. Suddenly Billy was pressed right up against you from behind and you felt like you couldn't breathe. He’d always smelt good but right now it seemed to be intoxicating and your eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

“What’re your thoughts on temperature play?” He purred down your ear, making you shiver. Your brain felt hazy with him being so close.

“I uh… I’d like to try it,” you mumbled, feeling like you were drunk or high or some shit. He growled and you felt him tense up behind you, but then his large hand was gripping your jaw and roughly turning it to the side to look at him leaning over your shoulder. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes that shouldn’t have you so aroused but it did.

“Wanna try that again?” He asked in a low voice. You swallowed thickly, taking a shaky breath.

“I’d like to try, sir,” you replied softly, wondering if that was what he was after. He smirked almost smugly then, slightly mocking as his hand eased up but didn't let go. He leaned in closer and you felt your head spin.

“Good girl,” he praised. You were pretty sure your panties were soaked at this point and you almost purred at his praise. His chuckle made you think he was quite aware of how much you liked it. For a moment, he leaned even closer and you were pretty sure he was going to kiss you. You wanted him to. But then he moved away, a devilish smirk on his lips as he raised his brows at you. He was toying with you. The very visible bulge in his pants let you know this wasn't something he was doing because he felt like he had to since you’d asked. He was very much enjoying this. 

“Bedroom, now. Get undressed,” He commanded firmly as he handed you the pile of items you picked. 

“Yes, sir,” you squeaked, excitement gripping you so tight you could barely breathe as you scurried off to your bedroom. You blew out a large breath when you got in there, trying to stop your head from spinning. This new version of Billy was something else entirely and way more than what you thought it would be. You set the items on the nightstand, the knife lingering in your hand for a long moment. Knife play was one of the more dangerous kinks you'd been fascinated by but there was no way you'd trust anyone else with it. You turned the knife in your hand a little, admiring it.

“Thought I told you to do somethin’,” his growl from behind you startled you and the knife clattered to the nightstand. You whipped around to face him with wide eyes. He looked angry, but you knew better. Something was dancing behind his eyes that told you he very much enjoyed the fact he had a reason to assert his dominance over you. It shouldn't have thrilled you as much as it did.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you murmured softly, watching him as he stalked over to you. His hand darted out, gripping your jaw and making you look up at his dark eyes. You felt breathless.

“What did I say would happen if you didn’t do as you were told?” He asked roughly. You swallowed thickly, body running with a fine tremor. 

“There would be consequences, sir,” you replied in a breathy voice. You noticed the way his eyes darkened a little and he stared at you for a long moment before letting go of your face.

“Hands and knees on the bed,” he ordered, his face like thunder as if waiting to see if you’d say no. You didn’t though. This was so far from vanilla and better than what you’d ever imagined. There was no way you were stopping this. You also wouldn't lie, seeing this version of Billy was intriguing and hormone inducing. 

Your heart was hammering as you went over to the bed and got on your hands and knees. You felt slightly embarrassed presenting yourself to Billy of all people like this but you heard a soft groan when you arched your ass in the air and you bit your lip with a smile. Your oversized sleep shirt had ridden up a little and your small lace panties were now on display. 

You glared at your sheets as you braced yourself for whatever might be coming your way. But then a sharp stinging erupted from your right ass cheek and you let out a mix between a surprised yelp and a moan. It hurt yet it felt good and you were confused but wildly turned on. It had felt cold and hard and you knew it wasn't his hand. It was the paddle. 

But then his large warm hand smoothed over the stinging skin, soothing the burning there and you arched back at his hand unable to help yourself.

"You're gonna learn to be a good girl for me," you heard his rough voice from behind you. 

"Yes, sir," you murmured instantly, like you were starting to be conditioned in your responses. He hummed, palming your ass for a moment, giving you ample time to say the safeword yet you didn't. You felt the second sting harder on your already sore flesh and you bit your lip with a moan. You lowered your top half, forehead pressing into the sheets as your thighs shook a little from how turned on you were. His hand once again soothed the skin afterwards and you pushed back at him. 

The third smack was the harshest and you whimpered, fists bunching in the sheets as you felt the pain and pleasure shoot right through you. You hummed when his hand softly caressed the skin you knew would be red and then you felt him place a kiss to it and you smiled through your delirium. You felt the bed shift behind you and then his hand smoothed up your back over your shirt. You closed your eyes and relished in the feeling but then suddenly he had a fistful of your hair and he gave it a tug, making you moan. He was leaning over your body, looming over you as he leaned in near your ear. 

"On your back, Y/N," his tone was commanding and low but he gave your neck a cheeky nip that was in contrast to the harsh grip on your hair. Your head was spinning. He let go and you wasted no time in rolling onto your back. You hissed a little at how sore your ass cheek was and you heard him chuckle darkly. Your eyes moved to him then and you saw the way his eyes dragged across your body as you lay there. You felt your cheeks heat up, basking in the way he seemed to drink you in. His eyes connected to yours then and he flashed you a slightly terrifying smirk. You couldn't tear your eyes away as he kicked off his boots and then pulled off his shirt. He kept on his camo pants as he moved to the nightstand. 

You weren't sure what he'd grabbed but then he was straddling you and caging you in with his long legs either side of you. He dangled the blindfold in front of you and your breathing picked up in excitement. When your eyes met his again, you could see he was giving you another chance to back out. You didn't though. You closed your eyes for him and he carefully placed the blindfold on, tying it gently. 

It was a strange sensation not being able to see. You felt vulnerable but you also knew you were safe with Billy. You had to rely on your other senses to figure out what was going on. He grabbed your wrists and put them above your head. You felt his thumbs softly swipe over them before you felt the cold metal of the handcuffs clip around one wrist. He tugged it closer to the headboard and you heard a noise before he pulled your other arm up and clipped the handcuffs around it. You tugged a little and realised he threaded them through the headboard, you weren't getting out of this anytime soon. You didn't want to. 

You felt him move away from you and you felt the loss instantly. You listened to his quiet footfalls as he moved off the bed and you found yourself laying there in anticipation. The bed dipped again but then your legs were bent at the knee, legs parted and he settled between them. 

"Stay still," he warned. You were unsure why until you felt cold metal dragging along your thigh. A soft moan left your lips and you concentrated on keeping your body completely still despite the desperate need to move. 

The blade trailed up your body and under your shirt. You felt it gently glide up your stomach and up your sternum. Then his other hand pulled the shirt taut and you heard the material rip as he cut in right down the middle. The air felt cold as the shirt pooled at your sides, exposing your breasts. You heard a growl rumble from him and your chest was heaving. You felt him lean right over your body, his breath hitting your ear and making you squirm.

"So goddamn beautiful," he purred, making you whine a little. 

"Sir… please, I wanna see," you pleaded softly, tugging at the handcuffs a little. You really wanted to see the knife. Wanted to watch him with it. You felt him lean up once more so you continued.

"Please, Lieutenant. Let me see," you begged desperately, not a care for how needy and wanton you sounded. 

The blindfold was yanked up roughly and your eyes struggled to adjust for a second. You were startled when he gripped your jaw in his knife free hand and leaned right into your face. 

"Say that again," he demanded, eyes wild and dark as he stared you down. 

"Lieutenant please, I wanna see the knife," you murmured breathlessly. He groaned, closing the distance as he captured your mouth in a dirty kiss. The first kiss he'd given you all night. You moaned and melted into it, willingly letting him dominate your mouth with his tongue. 

When he pulled away he was looking at you like it was the first time he was actually seeing you and all you could do was blink up at him dumbly for a moment. Then he was kneeling back up between your legs. Your eyes went to the knife as he twirled it in his hand. You bit your lip, eyes glued to it and he moved it back to your shirt. He sliced through the short sleeves so he could pull off the offending material and toss it across the room. His dark eyes were staring at where the knife was touching your skin, his lips parted a little. You took in the sight of him this turned on and felt something stir inside of you knowing it was you that was doing that to him. 

Your eyes went back to the knife as you felt it gently trace down between the valley of your breasts and to your stomach. You couldn't look away as the blade slipped under one side of your panties, slicing through the lace with ease. He moved to the other side then and repeated the same motion. His free hand grabbed the ruined panties and tugged them away and you felt your cheeks heat up at how his dark eyes devoured the sight of you wet and spread wide for him. When his eyes connected with yours once more, they were intense and you almost forgot to breathe. 

Then he was leaning over and tugging the blindfold back down and you whined softly at the loss of sight again. You heard him chuckle and then what sounded like the knife clattering on the nightstand again. Then he was up and off the bed and you were sure he'd left the room. You felt a sudden surge of panic despite knowing he just wouldn't leave you there like this. But you tugged on the handcuffs roughly as you wriggled around on the bed. The second you heard him come back into the room, you stilled completely. 

Your breathing was erratic, excited and anxious as you bit your lip and waited to see what would happen. You were sure he was being this quiet on purpose. Billy loved to talk yet he was being pretty quiet as he went about doing whatever he was doing. You were sure it was to keep you on edge and it was working. 

You felt him kneel back between your legs and you sucked in a breath of anticipation. You suddenly felt something hot drip onto your chest and you hissed a little, back arching at the sensation as it cooled. Hot wax, you mused. Nothing happened for a long moment but you didn't utter the safeword and eventually you felt it happen again. You moaned softly as you writhed, feeling it drip onto your breasts and stomach. You felt his large hand smooth up your stomach slowly and you arched up at his touch like you were needy for it. You wished you could see his face right now, see what he looked like as he did this to you. 

He grabbed your right breast firmly and then you felt the hot wax drip onto it and on your nipple and you let out a louder moan as your back arched. The whole thing was so sensual and you'd never experienced anything like it. He hadn't even really touched you yet, not where you were aching at least. 

You felt him shifting but he didn't move completely from between your legs. Your brain felt hazy from your arousal as you lay there helplessly and waited for whatever he had planned for you next. You gasped, body tense as you felt an ice cold sensation on your stomach. You mused he'd got some ice cubes from your freezer or something as you felt him slide it up your skin. You squirmed under the cold, squirming more as it trailed to your breast. He chuckled at how much you were moving and cursing under your breath when he circled your nipple with it. 

The cold was removed then and the trail of water the ice cube left behind left a chill on your skin. It was nothing compared to the sensation of a freezing cold mouth suddenly sucking on your left breast though. His tongue was icy as he lapped at it and suckled on it greedily as your back bowed a little as needy moans left your lips. He moved away and you let out a whine, almost pouting and making him chuckle darkly at your needy reaction. But then he was placing ice cold open mouthed kisses on your lower belly and spreading your thighs wide open with his hands.

You had no words for the noise you made when he gave you a teasing lick from your entrance to your clit with his cold tongue. You arched up at him and gasped as he started sucking on your clit greedily with a moan. You tugged at the handcuffs, a strong urge to pull at his hair nagging at you. He had you gasping and your thighs shaking in no time but before you got right to the edge, he moved away. 

"Whyyy?" You whined pitifully. A sudden but not too hard smack hit you right between your thighs and your exposed clit and you moaned in shock. You hadn't really expected being spanked there to turn you on, yet it really fucking did. 

"Behave yourself, sweetheart," his tone was warning and rough and it only served to send another flood of arousal through you. 

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant," you murmured quietly, chest heaving as your body felt like a string pulled taut. 

"Good girl," he purred, his fingers dragging through your soaked folds and lazily circling your clit. You arched at his hand, needing more but not getting it. 

"So wet for me, Y/N. Bet you're needy for my cock in you, aren't you?" You could hear his smirk and you knew it would be the menacing one from earlier. 

"Yes, sir. Please," you begged, unashamed as you squirmed against his teasing fingers. He hummed as he slipped two inside of you and you gasped, mouth falling open. 

He was still teasing, fucking you at painfully slow pace with them as you moaned and pushed back onto them more, making him groan.

"Beg for it, sweetheart. Tell me how much you want this tight pussy to take my cock," he demanded roughly. 

"Billy, please. I don't want it, I need it. Please fuck me, just fucking destroy me," you pleaded wantonly. You figured your desperation was enough for him because he didn't punish you for using his name. In fact, he moaned at your words and his fingers suddenly left you. You felt him moving around, heard him unzipping his pants and practically rip them off rapidly. 

Then you were gloriously full with a large and thick cock in one swift movement and you let out a keening moan that blended with his deep groan. His large hands gripped hold of your hips roughly as he started railing into you like his life depended on it. You'd never been fucked quite like this before and your whole body was jostling from the force of it. You were moaning like a bitch, the noises tumbling from your lips without consent but you didn't care. His own pleased noises only heightened your pleasure and your back arched as you met each thrust. 

A dirty moan left his mouth and you felt him lean over you, felt the bed dip on your left side and then felt him lift your right leg and hitch it over his hip, spreading you even further. It seemed to make him go in deeper and you tugged at the handcuffs as you felt the need to find purchase on something as he fucked you at a savage pace. His moans were right in your ear now and you squirmed on his cock, making him growl and pick up his pace. 

You were already teased beyond comprehension and your moans got higher and higher the closer you got. You felt like you were dangling on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the moment you went careening off the edge. Another hard and deep thrust later and you were free falling. Your moans seemed to bounce off the walls as your back arched so much you'd probably look possessed. The hand on your thigh moved to your throat then, slender fingers applying some pressure as he fucked you. A second orgasm snuck up on you out of nowhere with that and you cried out as you writhed on his cock. His fingers tightened around your throat a little as he rut into you harder, sinful moans turning into feral growls as his thrusts got more erratic

You were floating on cloud nine when he let out a deep groan, hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside of you. His body sagged, leaning on you a little as he rested his head on your shoulder. You'd never felt this thoroughly fucked before and you were sure your brain had melted. You whined softly when he pulled out of you and you felt him move around. You felt the pressure on your wrists release and then the handcuffs being removed. He kissed the skin there softly and you smiled sleepily to yourself. Then the blindfold was gently being pulled away from your face. 

You hummed softly, forcing your eyes to open when you felt him lay down next to you. You squinted them as you blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the light once more. You rolled into your side to face him and you were sure you were glowing. He was already looking at you and he gave you a dopey grin, making you snort softly.

"Enjoy yourself?" He asked wryly. He had a slightly smug tone to his voice and you were sure it was because he knew damn well you did. 

"That was… the best birthday gift ever. You're uh… really good at the whole… sex thing," you murmured with a stupid smile, brain still not quite working. Something flashed behind his eyes at your praise and his smirk widened. 

"The sex thing, huh?" He asked, amused.

"Shut up, you fucked the brain out of me," you protested with a whine. He laughed, shaking his head as he moved to lay on his back. 

You watched him, fully expecting him to get up and leave now he'd fulfilled what he came for. Instead, he shot you a smile as he pat his chest, raising a brow at you. You wriggled over to him before laying your head on his chest, curling around him. His arms came around you then making you feel safe and you smiled to yourself. He stroked your hair softly as your eyes fluttered closed.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," he murmured sleepily. You hummed in response, already on the cusp of sleep after what he'd done to you. You had no idea if he'd be there in the morning and you'd worry about getting clean then too. Right now your body needed rest. You drifted to sleep feeling exhausted and like you were floating on a cloud. 

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[headaching]

32 and 51 for the prompts? super double extra triple points if u combine them into one ??

32. “Go back to sleep, (term of endearment).” + 51. “You’re cold. Take my jacket.”

Zuko pushes open the door of their apartment to the sound of canned TV laughter. He sets his keys and the grocery bag he’s carrying on the counter, then turns toward the living room to find a lifeless Sokka sprawled out on the couch. But he isn’t exactly lifeless, Zuko notices; Sokka is shaking from his bare feet to his exposed shoulders.

As he approaches the couch, Zuko wonders what mental gymnastics Sokka must have gone through to take a nap wearing only a tank top and shorts with no blanket under the steady breeze of air conditioning (air conditioning Sokka insists they keep at an abominable 67 degrees).

Zuko grabs the remote to significantly decrease the blaring dialogue between Blanche and Rose, or is it Dorothy? Zuko can never keep them straight, even though Sokka treats The Golden Girls as religion and is personally offended when Zuko’s disinterest is clear.

He half expects Sokka to stir and snap, “Hey, I was watching that!” but he only quivers harder. Cautiously, as not to wake him, Zuko occupies the space on the couch next to Sokka’s head. When Sokka’s teeth begin to chatter, Zuko can take it no longer.

Zuko unzips his fleece-lined jacked and maneuvers it onto Sokka’s shoulders. At the angle Sokka’s lying, it slips right off and pools around his torso on the couch. Zuko sighs and carefully picks up Sokka’s arm to slip it into the jacket, but Sokka’s eyes fly open.

“Wha...?” he asks, not fully a word, not fully coherent.

“You’re cold,” Zuko murmurs, tugging on Sokka’s arm again. “Take my jacket.” Extremely dazed, Sokka sits up and lifts his arms so Zuko can encapsulate him with the warmth of the jacket. Zuko takes his time to zip it up, then whispers, “There,” and pats Sokka’s chest.

Sokka sighs a sleepy, “Thanks,” and curls up against the back of the couch this time with his knees pulled inward. As he stares past heavy eyelids at the television, Sokka crosses his arms tightly around his face to deeply inhale the jacket fabric and sigh happily. Zuko grins at him and affectionately grazes his finger along Sokka’s pierced ear.

“Better?” Zuko asks.

Sokka’s arms fall from his face and when his lips part to speak, he yawns for a solid ten seconds, accentuated by a high-pitched throaty sound. “Better,” he breathes, his energy seemingly zapped.

Through a soft smile, Zuko shakes his head at Sokka, his sleepiest creature, and caresses the nape of his neck. Hushed, Zuko says, “Go back to sleep, sunshine,” and Sokka’s head snaps into the cushion like it’s all he needed to hear.

Zuko halfway stands up, but he doesn’t make it far, because Sokka wraps both arms around his waist and rests his cheek on Zuko’s hipbone. “Stay,” he whines, his eyes still closed.

With no choice but to sit back down, Zuko accepts Sokka’s head in his lap and his arms curled around his waist. Zuko uses one hand to untie Sokka’s hair and brush through its gloriously soft locks, then the other to rub calming circles into the small of Sokka’s back.

Muffled by Zuko’s jeans, Sokka asks, “Who turned down the girls?” It’s so fatigued it almost sounds drunk, but an edge of sarcasm is still audible. Though Sokka can’t see it, Zuko rolls his eyes before reaching for the remote and turning up the volume to a comfortable level.

Sokka has already drifted past consciousness when Zuko remembers the ice cream. His face contorts into a grimace. Zuko glances hopefully at the counter like he won’t find the forgotten grocery bag holding their cornucopia of movie night snacks mocking him, but there it is in all its recyclable glory.

Sokka mumbles something unintelligible in his sleep, and Zuko aches with fondness as Sokka grips him tighter. Ice cream be damned. In one swift motion, Zuko tucks Sokka under his arm so his head is resting on Zuko’s chest. Sokka’s leg hooks over Zuko’s, thus cementing their position.

Ruffling Sokka’s hair between his fingers, absentmindedly watching the old ladies on the screen, Zuko ponders Sokka’s opinion on melted ice cream. If it’s negative, there might be another grocery store trip in Zuko’s near future. And he can live with that.

[lucilleandherrobots]

[question for Lucille if you accept them] What’s your fondest memory of your dad? Your worst one?

Lucille: Which one...? Ah what the hell. I'll answer for both.

Lucille: For my biological father, hard to choose a good memory cause there's plenty! Though I suppose the best one would be the night before I married Nate. He had an old truck at the time. Had it since I was a little girl and we used to camp under the stars when I was a child... this one was special... we talked about my mom, how we wished she'd be there to walk me down the isle. We talked about the wedding, what married life was like after that...

Lucille thinks back to that fond memory and recalls it well...

Gardio: Marriage might change you, it might not. Remember to stay true to yourself... I know this in itself is one big compromise, that this isn't how you wanted things to be. Remember, I'm always here for you, angel. *pets her hair* It's not too late to call off the wedding...

Lucille: No... I want to do this... It isn't just for me. It's also for Nate. He's my best friend... it keeps eyes off of both of our backs if we're married.

Gardio: *nods and kisses his little girl's forehead* Tomorrow, I'll have to give my little light away... *sniffs*

Lucille: I don't like that phrase... I'm still going to be your daughter, aren't I?

Gardio: Of course... But you're all grown up. Just yesterday you were learning how to walk. Now you're getting married. Next you'll be having a kid! It's moving so fast, I can't keep up!

Lucille: Maybe you're getting too old to keep up.

Gardio: Or maybe someone needs to slow down so this old man can keep up.

Lucille: No way...! Hush and look at the stars!

Gardio: *smiles* But I have a little star shining bright right next to me, so full of life and about to start a new one tomorrow. Why would I ever look up at the burnt out ones long dead in the depths of space?

Lucille: Because even the burnt out ones are beautiful? *smiles back*

Gardio: *fakes a wounded look* Ooh! Got your old man good! *laughs and looks to the sky*

Lucille looks down at the food she's cooking for another long mission...

Lucille: Of course my worst memory...? He came after my gang, the Red Fox. We were a band of Robin Hood vigilantes that stole from the upper class well-to-do folks... I hid but I saw one of our members get caught and interrogated roughly by one of the officers on the case.

Lucille: *throws a slab of Mutant hound meat on to cook with some tasty ingredients* My father thankfully stepped in before things got out of control... but lets just say the beatings and derogatory names Jackie endured so they'd rat everyone out were too much before my father intervened.

Lucille: *loudly cleaving Mutant hound meat* I don't know if he was frightened, scared, or just a coward, but I found it difficult to talk to my father for a while after that. Jackie didn't talk, obviously. They were used to keeping confidential information out of the hands of the police- they were a psychiatrist, you see...

Lucille: *whiping her hands clean as she prepares to handle some radstag meat* Now Nick? Heh. What can I say about the detective that hasn't been said before? Honestly, I love his stories- the one about pretending to be a bomb is my favorite. And not even when he took on my case when no one else would. No. It's when I first got back from the Institute...

She throws the radstag steaks onto the stove as she recalls the memory.

Lucille: *zaps back just outside of the Mercer Safehouse* Oh god... I never thought I'd be so glad to see dead trees and mutated plant life but here we are... *she walks toward the settlement*

Curie: Mamoiselle! You've returned! *already running down the hill in her Mechanist armor to give the power armor clad sole survivor a big hug* We have missed you, so!

Hancock: *sauntering down with Dogmeat at his side* Hey! Look who's back among the mostly living! Just one question, how do we know it's really you in there and not some clone?

Lucille: It's me you guys. Truly.

Curie: So, what was it like? Oh please tell me! I do not have the luxury of going with you so I must hear every detail for my studies!

Lucille: *laughs playfully* In time, Curie. I'll probably be going back to complete the operation... Where's Nick?

Hancock: At the work shop, keeping busy. Dude's been real quiet. I think he's worried you got lost in there. It's been about what? Almost two weeks before you went flying off into the unknown?

Lucille: I see. Better go say hi, then. *starts going up the hill...

Nick: *looking over some old case files at the work bench*

Lucille: Nick...

Nick: *freezes, hearing the familiar voice. He looks up to see the power armor she left in* Lucille? Is it really you?

Lucille: No one else.

Nick: *looks so relieved* When you didn't come back, I started to have my doubts. I thought maybe the Institute got their hooks into you or worse-

Lucille: *voice breaks* I found Shaun... He... he's an old man... I missed 60 years of his life while I was frozen in stasis.

Nick: *surprised* That's- Luce, I'm so sorry.

Lucille: That's not all... he's the director of the Institute... He's their leader... *feels like she's going to break down and cry. She slips out of the power armor so she can sit down* 60 years Nick... and he's one of the monsters we've been fighting.

Nick: *sits next to her* Hey, the world isn't quite over yet... Things could still turn around. Let's take it one day at a time. We'll see what the world throws at us.

Lucille: *sniffs* Thanks, Nick...

Lucille sighs over the rad stag steaks, nearly done cooking.

Lucille: It's not the most happy memory... but Nick... I was surprised by how much he worried for me. The worst came with the destruction of the Prydwen... but I won't dwell on that, too much.

Lucille: *she finishes her cooking, wraps it in tin and throws it in her bag. She smiles at you, a settler in one of her settlements that got curious about the General's past* Thanks for the questions. Not many people other than Nick and Curie ask about my past so it was good to get it off my chest. *she turns to the wastes and starts to leave. Well! Best of luck! I'm off to gather more scrap and save some wayward Synths!