#he's so ..... he wouldn't know what personal space meant if it slapped him on the forehead. ANNOYING !

[yuwuta]

whenever you and satoru have an argument, he holds your hand and he won’t let go until he’s certain you’re not mad anymore. you’re telling him off because he forgot to unpack the dishwasher again, and he knows that’s his fault and you have a right to be mad but he hates when you’re mad and even worse when you’re mad at him, so he does the first thing that comes to mind and laces your hands together. now you can’t leave and be mad at him alone, you have to be mad at him while he’s connected to you and satoru has learned that that far reduces the amount of time you spend mad at him. getting upset because he led you two in the wrong direction? holding hands until you’ve cooled down. upset with him for being reckless mid-fight? he drops his infinity just to be close to you, holds your hand and tells you the curse can wait, he needs your forgiveness more. mad at him because he forgot something important on his way home? you’re holding hands until you forgive him—which could be all the way until you go to bed, or dragging you by your connected hands with him to the store to pick up what was forgotten. you get irritated with him in public? he’s quick to hold your hands and beg for kisses. sometimes the first years see you steaming and satoru following you like a lovesick puppy, his leash being your laced fingers and megumi just sighs and explain to yuuji and nobara that, “they’re fighting. this is their get along tactic, just leave them be.” 

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

hello hello!! i was rereading the sunshine p2 headcanons, and i read a part that said “it’s not even the worst he’s done, you’re just that type of person in bed.” and it made me wonder… so what’s the worst san lang and xie lian has done to m!reader?? and what triggered them to be so horny towards reader? something reader said or wore? or was the two talking amongst eachother and had ideas?

i hope you’re taking care! i remember once you said you’re in school, so i hope that’s going well too!!💗

☀️anon

Sunshine headcanons 3

Hua Cheng x M!reader x Xie Lian

Thank you for waiting so long💕

I'm continuing off the sunshine reader headcanons for this

If the gif isn't Tgcf ignore it because the Internet sucks ass I'll fix it later

I did this at school 😊

I'm putting it in headcanons since there's multiple questions but just tell me if this isn't what you meant

Made up scenarios

There might be slight misinformation remember when Hua Cheng had the weird rut thing? Yeah I'm using that, but my details might all be messed up.

Ignore grammar mistakes

Maybe OOC

If you do not like these things do not read this.

NSFW, slapping, spanking, bondage, overstimulation, edging, choking ahead!!!

Sunshine headcanons part two

Sunshine part four

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Xie Lian and San Lang have done plenty of things to you!

Of course you've enjoyed it

San Lang likes to bully you so of course the things he's done have been more rough.

San Lang likes to edge you, or overstimulate you. It just depends on his mood

He'll do it for hours too.

Each time he makes sure you're crying and babbling. If you're not then San Lang doesn't think his job is done.

San Lang's favorite things is to fuck you dumb

Whether it be in bed, or over a calligraphy table, or in the gambling den, even over an alter!

His goal is to make your vocal chords raw and your legs shake.

San Lang makes sure by the end of the night that your poor cock can't cum anymore and you're all emptied out

So after a long time of making you wait, or pushing you over the edge many times you obviously start to squirm.

It's a natural body reaction that San Lang enjoys to see but he doesn't appreciate when your hands reach him and attempt to pause his ministrations.

(Obviously he would stop if you said your safe word or seriously wanted to stop)

Which leads to something else he enjoys.

Bondage!

San Lang loves, loves, loves to tie you up in pretty red ropes so that you can't escape him

It just does something to him, to see you tied up like that.

Like if you wanted to you seriously could break out of them but you enjoy being good for him and being pretty for him too.

San Lang won't get physically rough with you, he isn't one to hit you or spank you.

He likes to watch though

Xie Lian is mostly the gentle one, you both are gentle.

That doesn't mean he can't be rough though

If you're in the mood to get physically aggressively that's Xie Lian's domain.

While San Lang would rather not put you in serious pain, Xie Lian knows you want it and it's in a safe space.

He wouldn't ever purposely hurt you either, this is only in the bedroom.

So Xie Lian surprisingly enough is the one who will slap you if you get too mouthy, or spanks you if he thinks you deserve such a punishment

Your guy's sex life didn't always look like this.

It used to always be vanilla and gentle. Which of course you all enjoyed but everyone was hiding deeper desires

It started more with Xie Lian and San Lang talking

You aren't assertive at all so of course you didn't make a peep about your own feelings

Xie Lian and San Lang had just been making ideas of their own, they aren't dumb

They just decided to keep it to themself for now until there was an opportunity to discuss a more complex bedroom life

Their plan of smoothly introducing you to this failed very quickly when Hua Cheng went through one his strange rut things again

Xie Lian doesn't know why but he had been planning on taking care of it himself.

He's dealt with it before and he's sure Hua Cheng doesn't want you to see him like this

Especially when Hua Cheng rarely remembers what happens

Well that didn't go as planned either, when you accidentally enticed Hua Cheng

Honestly it's all your fault (jk)

Xie Lian had left for a literal 30 seconds before he could hear thumps in the room.

It was an accident on your part, you had come home with a new outfit you wanted to show your lovers

Some pretty robes you got from the ghosts

You were very pretty but the robes were obviously meant for more vulgar work. Not that your oblivious self knew.

So when you decided to show Hua Cheng how you looked, his rut-adled brain jumped on you immediately, pushing you into the bed and ripping the many layers off

Which was unusual for Hua Cheng, who was usually patient and waited for you to carefully disrobe.

So when Xie Lian went to go check what was going on it was already too late🤷

Hua Cheng already had you pinned under him and your poor, ripped up robes were now just scattered cloth on the floor.

So that's how your bedroom life changed.

After that night of aggressive, and endless sex you decided you white enjoyed it

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng enjoyed it too

🦊🪷

"A-Lang, A-Lian, I'm home!" You call, walking into Paradise Manor. However your lovers don't answer, do you decide to just go to the bedroom. Unknowingly for you, you've just passed Xie Lian in the kitchen, and your lover can't warn you about San Lang. Woops. Your first mistake of the night.

You continue on to the bedroom. You had been out most of the day. Xie Lian and San Lang ushered you out of the house, so you decided to hang out with your ghost friends. The women were absolutely adored with you and wanted to dress you up. The women's work was to try and attract the attention of men to have sex but you were friends with them anyways!

They're quite chaotic and fun to be around. They dressed you up in some of their robes. You know how you looked. Enticing, pretty, sexy, etc. The point was you wanted your lovers to see you. Why wouldn't you show them? You're dressed up so pretty for someone's attention so of course you want your lovers to be the ones to give you such attention. Your second mistake of the night.

When you open the bedroom door, you find only Hua Cheng in the room. You don't remember seeing Xie Lian anywhere else in the manor so maybe he went out? "A-Lang what are you doing all alone in the bedroom?" You hum.

Your voice immediately drags Hua Cheng's attention. His head snaps in your direction and then you see his eyes roaming over your form. He never replied and he only looks at you like prey. You should've run them but that was your third mistake. You just watched your lover stalk closer to you and stay where you are instead.

If Hua Cheng is a fox, and Xie Lian is a ferret, you're definitely a rabbit. You just freeze in place, staring at him. Hua Cheng lightly runs a hand over your cheek and he just looks at you for a few seconds. The silence is broken when he's suddenly grabbing you by the elbow and showing you down in the bed. He doesn't even say anything just low grunts and growl like sounds come up from his throat.

You yelp in surprise. Hua Cheng has never done this. He's always careful and even hesitant to touch you but something has changed. Before you can ask what's happening or try to move out of under him, Hua Cheng rips your robes. "S-san Lang, wait just a minute?!" You shriek and blush. You try pushing back, and attempt to sit up but Hua Cheng shoves you on your back and forces you under him.

Xie Lian finally decides to see what's going on and quickly finds the two of you. He blinks in shock. He never saw you come in. Also your situation right now is shocking as well. Xie Lian is quick to move Hua Cheng back and off of you, using rouye to keep him in place. Xie Lian at first though you might've been scared. After all you've never seen Hua Cheng like this but you're actually, shamefully hard.

You're blushing and shut your legs, trying to hide but you can't when Xie Lian has already seen. You don't know why you're turned on. This should be scary and frightening but that's the opposite of what you're feeling right now. The way Hua Cheng harshly forced you under him, as if he was going to devour you right then and there? The way he ripped your robes without care, because he's too impatient and wants to fuck you now?

You quite enjoyed that.

"A-n, are you alright?" Xie Lian smiles at you and walks closer to run a hand over your hair. You can only bid slowly. You're still staring at Hua Cheng who struggles a bit in Rouye's hold.

The perfect time has presented itself so why not take it by the hand? Xie Lian tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, and he leans down, pressing his lips near your ear. "Baobei, do you like this? Do you like how San Lang treats you?"

You blush and gulp nervously. You turn your head trying to move your sensitive ear away from Xie Lian's lips. His breath tickles your ear and his voice just makes you ache more. "U-uhm"

Xie Lian tried out something for himself and he grips your hair, forcing your head to stay where it is. When you moan, Xie Lian stops feeling bad about it. "Do you A-n?"

"I-I like it" you gaze at bed, too aroused to meet any of your lovers gazes. Xie Lian smiles at your answer, and sits next to you on the bed. "Would you like to help San Lang this time around?" Xie Lian looks at Hua Cheng, who's staring at both of you with a predatory gaze.

Xie Lian's hand rubs over your thigh, "Let's try it then." He releases Rouye and lets the bandage wrap back around his wrist. Hua Cheng is immediately up and moving, getting on the bed and dragging you into a rough kiss. It's different and you like it. Hua Cheng explores your mouth with his tongue, and he nips your lips until the bleed a little.

Xie Lian doesn't mind watching, he likes seeing Hua Cheng enjoying you. He leans back against the headboard while Hua Cheng decides just kissing you is getting boring. His hands find your hips and he pulls you into his lap, spreading your legs around him so you can't hide your pretty cock away from him.

Hua Cheng attacks your neck next. Biting, and sucking roughly on your skin. Hua Cheng gets more handy though and one his hands dig into the plump flesh of your ass. Another hand starts rubbing your dick. You thought it was Hua Cheng but it's Xie Lian. You can only cling to your lover and moan. "San Lang face him this way" Xie Lian switches up the position.

You're still on Hua Cheng's lap but your back is to his chest, and now Xie Lian is in front of you instead. You cling to your lover's arms trying not to tip over, but Hua Cheng pulls your knees up to your chest instead, spreading you apart again. "You're pretty flexible A-n" Xie Lian laughs softly.

You flush at his words but a moan leaves your mouth when Xie Lian starts prodding oil covered fingers into your hole. "San Lang really wants to bully you Baobei but I'll make sure you don't get hurt" Xie Lian is only teasing you though, and you really want to cum by now. You whine impatiently, as Xie Lian purposely avoids your prostate.

Your prayers are answered though and his fingers leave you empty, the emptiness is soon replaced by something much bigger though. Hua Cheng keeps your legs hiked up and he bullies his cock inside you. A cry tumbles from your lips when Hua Cheng pushes your hips down, forcing you to take all of him.

He doesn't wait for your comfort like he usually does and goes straight to thrusting his dick into. He acts like he's been starved for years! "Ah~ A-Lang please, p-please!" You don't really know what exactly you're begging him for. Whether it's to slow down or for him to keep going but he successfully wrings an orgasm out of you, and it splatters across your tummy.

You've never had the chance to have more than one orgasm in a night but that's going to change today because Hua Cheng is moving again and he's shoving your face in the pillows. Hua Cheng prefers this, he can fuck you better when your on your hands and knees, and perking your ass in the air. His cock bullies deeper into you and his hips slap hard against your ass.

Xie Lian is thoroughly enjoying himself. Your eyes rolled back and your cries muffled by the pillows. He has a better idea though. "A-n can I borrow your pretty lips?"

You only babble an incoherent sentence at him, a mumbled "yesh~" and something else. Xie Lian really only cares for the consent though. He disrobes, enough to where he can let his cock escape its confinements. Then he fists his fingers into your hair and forces you to look up at him. Xie Lian was going to try and guide you through it slowly but you immediately nuzzle up to his dick and start licking his head.

Xie Lian moans and grips tighter when you take his cock down your throat and gag. Hua Cheng's fucking only makes you take both of their cocks deeper and soon tears are running down your face and another orgasm shakes you to your core. Xie Lian takes the initiative to face fuck you. Both of them make sure your holes are never empty for too long.

"A-n you're doing s-so well" Xie Lian purrs out, he stutters from your lips around his dick though. Not that you would notice you're too busy drooling and babbling. They aren't invisible to the pleasure they're receiving from you either and it's not long until they're both cumming in you at the same time. Hua Cheng's and Xie Lian's cum both feel warm in your belly. You can feel Hua Cheng's cum drips down the back of your thighs.

They pull out of you but Hua Cheng doesn't let you go. He keeps his arms wrapped around you and tucks his face into your neck. You breathe heavily and Xie Lian wipes the drool from your chin. You sigh leaning back on Hua Cheng's chest, resting. Hua Cheng chuckles in your ear and for the first time in the night speaks for the first time. "You don't think we're done do you?"

Of course you aren't. 💕

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I hope you like 😭🙏

[unconventional-lawnchair]

Desperate Love {Blurb}

Sirius Black x Reader / Remus Lupin x Reader / Wolfstar

Masterlist Series Masterlist

Summary: the moment you and Sirius found you were no good for each other. (This is a I'll Look After You / We'll Heal Together blurb to expand their relationship, not meant as a standalone but could be read that way)

Cw: Use of {Y/N}, Alcoholism, mentions of emotional infidelity, children, cussing, Sirius is mean and drunk, Right person wrong time

Wc-2855

A/N: There will be another post of the actual series soon!

Taglist- @otterlockholmes @stylesann @adhxmoony

You and Sirius stayed that whole night. Cleaning up around the place, taking care of Harry, and keeping the volume low.  Remus came over and you and him worked to distract Harry and Sirius took a nap. That really only consisted of him staring at the muggle tv and flicking through channels. When the actual parents returned you and Sirius went home.

You went home and had one of the most vicious fights you had ever had.

When you and Sirius finally returned to your cottage, it was still early morning. The familiar smell of Sirius’s black candles, his cologne, the subtle left over smell of burning oak from the fireplace and your perfume filled the small space. It smelt like home. 

You had grown so familiar, so comfortable, with the man behind you. Taking off your thick coat and hanging it for you, smiling softly as you turned to do the same. Everything you two had become was pure domestic bliss, a relationship modeled off your desires and not outside influence. Your relationship was so unapologetically you. 

Sometimes that was the worst part.

You swayed your way into the kitchen, getting ready to prepare you and your fiance something to eat. You could feel his eyes on you, but he stayed quiet. Usually when he got like this he liked to stay mellow, but conversation never hurt. There was something you had been meaning to ask him, something you should have brought up years ago.

“You know, being around Harry, it makes you think.” You hummed and took down two mugs, starting to fiddle with the muggle coffee maker Lily gifted you.

“Think of what?” Sirius mumbled as he sat at the table and continued to stare at you. You glanced at him and slowly smiled, turning to face him fully. 

“Lily and James. They were living. Truly living.” You gave a breathy sigh of fondness. “I admire it. Starting a family at a time like this.”

You used to wear rose tinted glasses. So in love with the idea of love, that your independent choices of who you loved made all the difference. You weren't marrying Sirius because your parents wanted you to, you were marrying him because you chose to. It was a hazy kind of bliss with the Black heir.

“Don't you think it's a bit.. foolish?” Sirius mumbled into his palm as he pulled down a book from the top of the counter and pretended to flick through the pages. You paused and slowly furrowed your brow, turning to face him. Watching as his jaw clenched and his hollowed cheeks dented. 

“Foolish? Sirius, you were just telling them how happy you were about it.” You challenged and set the coffee cup down, Sirius never hesitated to say what he meant. You strained your lips, walking towards him curiously. Sirius had been ecstatic at the wedding, he had told the two the very words of praise you were speaking now. Sirius wouldn't lie so casually... You tried to catch his eye but he avoided you, he knew how well you could read him. One look in his eyes and he knew you'd see every thought, no magic required.

“Sirius, what's on your mind?” You pried and he shook his head.

“I don't want kids.” He interjected instantly. Pressing his thumb to his cheek. You felt like you had just been slapped in the face.

Now, your relationship with Sirius Black was fragile. Not that you both didn't understand what it truly was. You've loved him for three years, and he's sworn his devotion to you several times over those few years. You were both love sick and dangerous together, one of the many reasons you weren't allowed on missions together. It was like you both had something to prove.

How it all started, however? Sirius would call himself a rebound. Self deprecation was his best way to respond to the idea you had in fifth year, after Remus broke your heart. Your relationship was innocent to start, but Sirius would always toe the line. To the point James would tease you both to just go through with the wedding.

“Why don't we?” You remarked, your head lifting from Sirius shoulder and leaned forward on the couch.

“What?” Sirius muttered, looking like a deer in headlights.

“At least get engaged. If we do, we would both get access to our gringotts accounts. It was our parents only stipulation.” You continued and Sirius gave a small scoff.

“Even if I did marry you, dearest, my parents would never let me see a knut.” He chuckled, voice cracking a bit. Especially when you sent him that devilish grin.

“That's just it. It's up to the bank, not her.” You mused and Sirius slowly smirked. “You are insane.” He laughed and you bit your tongue, trying to hide a smirk.

“But as always, brilliant.” He purred and leaned down to kiss your palm, making your laugh.

It wasn't surprising the only person in the friend group who seemed against it was Remus. Even Lily supported the outlandish plan. Get engaged, collect your accounts, and call it off.

You never followed through with that last part.

“You.. don't want kids?” You repeated, a bit baffled. You had never once mentioned wanting to have a family with Sirius, but he had always made it painfully clear that was what he wanted. At least, that's what you thought.

He made absolutely sure the cabin could hold a family, two rooms, public space, a field to run in. He told you about the ideas he had, sending a child with his last name to a muggle school for his first few years would spite his mother in the best of ways. How having you as a wife was the best curse he was ever gifted by the hag. Not fiancé, wife.

It never once crossed your mind he didn't want this too.

“I don't want kids.” He muttered and you gave a deep sigh through your nose. 

“That's.. that's a discussion for later.” You whispered and looked away from him. He scoffed, and you closed your eyes, sighing. When he got like this, you knew he was looking for a reaction. A reaction you refused to give.

“I don't want kids. There will be no discussion about it.” He grumbled and stood up.

You rubbed your temple and tried to focus your once loving and excitable energy on the more serious topic. The conversation he seemed so desperate to have.

He watched you try and calm yourself before he began to stand and grabbed his coffee cup and the expensive bottle of scotch on the shelf you had since you first moved in. James’s house warming gift.

You watched him start to open it and winced a bit. “Sirius, please, not now of all times.” You whispered and he scoffed.

“Seems appropriate. I just watched you play house with my best mate for hours, might as well.” His words were bitter and to the point, cutting through the rose tints you adorned and let you see the house more clearly. Thick layer of dust clinging to the lights you never clean, the hazy warmth of the yellow glow seemed much more like a medical white, and Sirius Black looked like the boy you hoped stayed at Hogwarts. Bitter and childish. Sharp and unapologetic.

He reminded you of what this was.

Once you processed what he said, you gawked at him. Eyes wide before your expression turned to slight anger as he continued to open the bottle and poured himself a decent amount of liquor, shooting it back. You watched as his hair fell down his jaw and seemed to frame the pale bobbing throat.

Sirius had just broken this habit, closing in on himself at the slightest push back. As if the demand of affections and attention from someone he didn't think he deserved was too much for him, and seeing Remus, someone Sirius seemed to believe was perfect for you, look at you like you could ail all his illnesses, mend every wound physically for emotion. Wounds Sirius himself marked you both with, it was pushing him closer and closer to an end you couldn't bare to see him meet.

“Sirius, you can't possibly be genuine.” You spoke carefully and Sirius gave a bitter laugh over the tail end of your words. Your expression turned sour, trying to hold back as your body shook and your shoulders square. You were fantastic with confrontation. Not when no party was truly in the wrong. There was no enemy in these matches of wit and skillful pin pricks to your hearts, aiming to scar more often than not.

“Do you think I'm daft, {L/N}?” 

It was always the same conversation, the same points that broke skin on contact and contracted around your throat. Like the snake he was born to be, a boa to your neck and a cottonmouth striking you deaf. He wasn't the lion he claimed to be on nights like this.

He was a coward, hiding behind the drinks he threw back. Tomorrow, he would act as if nothing had happened. Showering you with adoration and love he swore he could take from you without a blink of an eye the night before.

“Don't-” You were too, a coward, that was. The snake you were born to be, the snake you became, coiling in itself and begging for him to loosen his grasp and return to your game of pretend. 

“You don't think I see how he looks at you?” He slammed the mug on the counter. “He isn't over you. He saw you with Harry and I swear I could have offered him a cure for his furry problem and he wouldn't have looked away!” His voice boomed and you shook your head, turning to walk away. It pained you beyond belief to be reminded of how cruel he could be. How much of a Black he truly would become when rage met his weaknesses. He hated weakness, love was weakness. Some days, that was all you needed to know he loved you. His cruelty. 

Sirius let out another string of profanities.

“I'm not doing this. No. We just got some fantastic news, Sirius. We just met our godson. You will not spoil it with your nonsense!” You shouted back and he took another shot. Drowning himself into the numbing elixir, taking away none of his pain and replacing his relational thought with reactive passion. You seemed to pick them that way, Severus, Sirius, Remus… Behaviors begging for reaction. Begging for you to care.

“You want a child so bad? Go and have Lupin’s. I'm sure he's more than happy to provide that service. Right after he's done howling at the moon and feeding on-.” Sirius declared to the roof, hands outstretched. You did your best to level yourself out, but slander to your shared friends was not something you could ignore.

“Sirius Black! You bite your tongue!” You shouted back and he scoffed, making you roll your jaw and close your eyes. Trying to steady your breathing. You hated to be angry. “... Sirius, it's been a long night. We haven't slept yet, you're drinking,” You gestured to him pouring yet another shot. Sighing heavily. “I want to sleep. I just- let's not talk about this.”

“Just like you. You're just so ready to drop it. Why's that? Hm? You don't want to slip up? Admit you want him too?” He taunted like a child. You shook your head and tried to calm yourself further. Reminding yourself every strike he took at you wasn't for you. It's a manifestation of his own feelings of guilt and stress, his awful and over used love language.

“Sirius, you're being cruel and vindictive-”

“Merlin, woman! Will you talk to me like a person! Forget the self help books! Tell me what you really feel!”

“You want to know how I truly feel?” You snapped back and he seemed to respond more the more angry you got.

“Yes! Merlin, finally! Give me a fucking crumb of life in your words. Like you bloody mean it!” He ranted and you began to pace, mirroring his erratic movements through the kitchen, as he waited impatiently. Your snake ready to strike as he continued to hiss and brandish his fangs at you.

“I think you think I'm a fool.” You shouted at him and he seemed absolutely giddy at the reaction. “I think you are hurting me because you're in pain and won't admit it!”

“That so?” He gave a laugh and it made you flinch. “I'm in pain? Is that what that book you love to read diagnoses me with? Oh, Doctor, what are my woes?” He prodded and you snatched the drink away from him as he tried to pour himself more. You capped it and sealed it away in the cabinet of other half drank bottles from arguments and parties over the years. “I think you're the fool? You're the fool who doesn't know what's going on in my head?”

“Yes! I think you think I'm a fool. Sirius, you want me to give up on you.” You demanded with a chilling calm. Sirius didn't seem pleased with this. 

“Either that or you think I'd just ignore the painful fact that you've been in love with Remus since Hogwarts!” You snapped back and his jaw went slack. You stared daggers at him and he suddenly tightened his expression, your snake clinging to his neck and injecting years worth of your bane. He wasn't so excited anymore.

“What are you talking about?”

“The glitter incident? The jealous looks? The constant badgering? The dance? You clung to him like he was the last man on this earth.” You rattled on, speaking over Sirius whenever he opened his mouth. “I believe you love me, Sirius. I really do. But you need to analyze what exactly is making you so jealous about me and Remus. Is it that he's in love with me? Or is it that it's not you?”

Sirius slowly set his mug down and you sighed. Taking a few more breaths before you spoke slowly. “No one calls their friend ‘My Moony,’ Sirius. No one does. No one convinces his friends to keep a mandrake leaf in their mouth for a month to help them through a full moon. One friend who can't bloody shut up!” 

You stopped your pacing and stared daggers into his eyes. He was speechless, paralysis from your venom taking over as he stammered to collect himself.

“I don't.. I..” Sirius’s voice was low, as if he was grappling with the news himself. You stared at him in shock. How had he not realized?

“I thought loving you would be enough.” You spoke carefully, steady, and Sirius shook his head. Flushed from the buzz in his mind. “I do love you, you know that? I think it's unfair. You love us both, but I'm wrong for wanting Remus in my life?”

You stepped closer and got a good look at his eyes, finally able to see the turmoil and desperation behind it. Then you found it. So much regret you yourself almost fell into it. “.. I'm over him, Sirius.” You whispered softly. “I have been waiting for you to be too. Merlin, you,” your breath caught in your throat. “You haven't even asked about a wedding date.”

Sirius opened and closed his mouth like a fish. Truly regretting drinking. Slowly, he shook his head and rubbed the bottom of his palms against his eyes. “... it seems you've given me too much credit.” He muttered.

Your throat tightened and you slowly closed your eyes. “I love you, Sirius.”

“And him.”

“You.” You repeated. “And I think you need to get your priorities in order. I truly do. I thought love would turn you into a man I deserve, like this would be the answer but,” You gestured to the alcohol. “It hadn't been. You made a choice at Hogwarts, and I think we both know you regret it.”

Sirius began to swirl his half empty coffee mug and stared down at the brown drink. He wet his lips and gave a strained laugh. “I think we both do.” He whispered and you closed your eyes. 

“Figure it out, Sirius.” You whispered and pulled off the ring from your finger, setting it on the counter. You don't look at Sirius, but you could hear his sound of defeat. Instantly the regret rushed over him.

“{Y/N}-”

“When you are ready for me. I will be proud to wear it. Until then, figure out what you want.”

You waited months for Sirius to come back to you, tell you everything he's learned and lost, that he didn't want to lose you. He never did.

There was fault in both sides. You didn't ask him to forget about Remus, you wouldn't be so hypocritical. You wanted him to choose you. He never did, it was a reminder that it was simply a plan. A plan you should have cut off years ago.

[haechurch]

thirst.

that's how you feel about this guy. he's making you... thirsty.

inspired from thirsty by aespa. (you guys might dont think thirsty by aespa as what i am thinking... its actually a tHIRST SONG. a song that is about *THIRST*)

w. blowjob, pussy eating, slapping, pet names, cum slut rdr!!! breeding kink, hint of catching feelings maybe, idk but it might sound so horny and dirty, unprotected sex, just minors dni

he's making you thirsty. so when he gave in for the first time (or is it you? you do not recall) he keeps making you come back for more, it haunts you like crazy and eventually you can't endure the torture anymore, like a vampire who's been fed by blood, you hunt for another unless you die.

I'm knocking on you again

The sight gently swaying on the sparkling water surface every day

you are roommates. the idea of getting a life under the same roof with some random boy concerns you for the first time, but now you definitely thank heavens. because damn, he's fine af. every morning he would cook his own eggs, brew his own coffee.. with low training pants hanging dearly around his hips, messy black hair, glasses, and every time he wore that plain white t-shirt. how can be a shirt making someone look like that. hot. he's fucking hot.

his body proportion is a perfection you would say, never you saw someone built like that before, and you convince that god indeed has a favorite. a man who got to be looking so fine in just a white plain fucking t-shirt.

it hugged his torso perfectly. when he's doing his thing in the kitchen, his back deliciously on display while you sit on the dining table which is placed in front of the kitchen counter and it's not exaggerated to be said that it is a perfect spot to appreciate the view, just as you meant to be.

you can't help but stare and stare, unconsciously nipping, licking, and pressing your lips together, sighing then coughing when you found yourself not quiet enough to cover your act of drooling, and one thing you can't help so badly is pressing your thighs together under the table, aggressively.

he wouldn't know.

until one night he heard you getting off when you believe he left the house and you thought you heard him that he's gonna come back late. but he didn't.

the thing is, you do believe he's not home when you finished your business and get out of your room, lights even from the kitchen were off, but then you suddenly hear a deep voice coming from his unlocked space.

"having fun?"

"fuck! what the hell?!?" you jumped as you clutched on your chest, utterly shocked. he sits on the edge of his bed which can be seen as the doors open. the shit eating grin on his face got your heartbeat running even faster.

"the fuck were you doing? how long have you been there??" you trying to be sounds normal and honestly you thought you did a great job. except for the fact the he's been there. all the time.

"who would've thought the girl that has been acting all shy and quiet..."

he pause and gesturing some random swirls with his fingers in the air before he continue, "..is actually a beast."

you rolled your eyes, "what do you mean?"

"you know what i mean, don't acting all innocent now i heard you."

"so? i'm just having my time it's none of your business seriously. you're exaggerating things."

"oh? so you're touching yourself with the thought of me was exaggerating? do you even realize how loud you were? i almost barging into your room to help you out when you call my name but i decided to give you respect.." your face flushed, he's eyeing you from head to toe as he wet his lips, ".. for your personal space,"

"haha so thoughtful" you cleared your throat then rolled another eye, arms folded sternly.

"you're so irresistible... always thought that you never want me.." he get up from his bed and walking straight to where you stand and you thoughtlessly unfold your arms guardless when he stand this close to your body.

"such a pretty girl.. wearing this thin tank top with nothing underneath but shorts? tsk."

he grab at your hand and bring your fingers in front of his face, nosing at your fingers, the right fingers you use for getting yourself off, and inhales sharply before he took it to his mouth to suck.

"what the fuck...?" you gasp at his act, face contorted in disgust, but to be honest, made you turn on at the same time.

"i should've known this sooner... never thought that you're gonna be so... slutty."

even though he wasn't the type that aggressively makes move. you were so stupid to think that he's just as shy as you, and dull, but as today happens you have to acknowledge that he's just good at holding back. and that with much respect, as he was saying. even so, the way he behave tonight.. you couldn't be more aroused. can't believe you two keep your hands off each other just to know that both of you are actually desperate to fuck each other.

The more I touch you, the more thirsty

I'm sure it's full, but I'm thirsty (Yeah I gotcha' boy)

his hands are currently all over your body. inviting him to your room is a big big mistake. from considering to be a sweet hearted kind of guy and help you folding your laundry, you have your legs being folded instead as he eat you out messily. so messy that the sound of slurping and your juices make you cringe. but damn it feels so good, he do it so right it leaves you blabbering nonsense you didn't know you let out. you squeeze your thighs together and pull on his hair, hip lifted so high onto his face to press your own pleasure cause it feels too much, but too good.

it's been a while since he caught you on the other day, and it's always him giving you head and not vice versa. he sensed that you don't want to do the same thing and didn't ask about it either, in fact, he's pretty content that he can have his way with you and eat you out gladly whenever he desires. but it's just the fact that you're actually holding back.

you want him. you want to suck on those dick that god knows he's beyond hard after when he had his way with you, but the thought of getting addicted to him already makes you unsettled. what if you become like, dependent? or what if you keep looking for him because you always wanted a taste? what if you liked him? it's the same as playing with drugs, it's so tempting that the moment you got a taste, you'll be addicted. need more, and more, more of him.

it's morning again. him with his pieces of clothing and standing behind the counter where he can see you clearly. you're sitting on the sofa in the living room which faces directly at the kitchen. he may look busy doing his thing, but he won't miss the way you look at him like a starving woman. you're staring so hard. staring at his crotch, in fact. you're so lost that you miss the way his eyes watching you, smirking in amusement like he knows exactly what you were thinking.

"angel."

you twitched at his remark, nearly dropping your bowl at the moment.

"i know you want me." he's straight to the point. it makes you bewildered that you let your mouth open and close with no words to let out.

now it feels so much harder to resist him. you can't hold on any longer.

"c'mere." you know he's controlling you. and you know you wouldn't disobey him for once. so you get up with a huff pretending that you don't like any of the ideas in his head right now and making a beeline to stand in front of him.

"what do you want?" you shifted on one leg and tried to act calm, and you do. but he won't fall for that. he already feels you. feels your need.

"what do you want?" he asked you the same question, his tone stern but his voice delicate.

"i-i don't-"

he cut you off by catching your lips on his, and as he did that, you close your eyes, already submitted. you moan to the kiss as he started to grope your ass, using his tongue to lap all over your mouth in a heated make out session. after feels like hours you broke the kiss, and he stare at your fucked out face before he harshly pushed you on your knees and started to pull down his joggers, his hard on on full display.

he stroke his length slowly as he let out a low groan while staring down at you, you couldn't be more wet. your mouth agape, the need for tasting him is so strong you're losing your mind. on all four, you crawl closer to him and hesitantly replace his own hand on his cock with yours. it's so hard that the image of him being aroused because of you makes you tingle. your grip is strong on his cock, and you squeeze it deliciously, making him growl.

you kiss the tip, basically teasing both of yourselves, before finally sucking on his blunt like a lollipop. you keep doing the suction, then give a handful of his balls a massage while you let go of the tip and start pressing kisses along his shaft. he reacts so well it makes you excited, pussy already drenched with arousal. you take half of his shaft onto your mouth, proceeding to bob your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and tongue gliding under his shaft, you do this for a while before taking all of him in the back of your throat, which makes you gag a little. he hissed and his head thrown back, both of his hands grabbed at the back of your head sternly, pinning you down his length you hardly move.

"fuck. i knew you'd be good at this. good for nothing but chokes on a cock, huh? you feel so fucking good, so fucking spoiled, aren't you? why don't you tell me you're my cock slut, hm?"

of course you can't tell a fucking thing. mouth is full of dick, good for nothing but being stuffed by his cock. and you love it so much it gave you shivers. you hummed bringing vibration down his cock which makes him let another groans, then he started to fuck himself on your throat. he let go of his hands from the back of your head and pulling his length out before thrusting, he quickly find his pace and face fuck you in a steady pace, bringing your hair in a ponytail as a nice grip.

you already know that since then, the things between you two would just bring another sweet disaster.

Sip, sip, sip, it all night

Dip, dip, dip, it all night

before sleeping, on the midnights when both of you are still awake, in the morning, when you are sick from the assignments, while cooking lunch in the kitchen, when he says he's horny, even after working out, you'll gladly give him head. every time, anywhere.

you're addicted. it's started concerning you if it's fucking normal to do a blowjob like it's some kind of routine.

you love his load. you'll gladly devour every drop of his spurt without him asking you to. even if your mouth is full of his cum, it's still not enough. when you swallow it down your throat, you still feel thirsty.

So thirsty thirsty thirsty

Drench me with your heart hidden deep in the water

you fuck for the first time that night. watching movies with a guy best friend who's been doing things with you is most likely leading to something more, which is kinda terrifies you. but fuck it, you both know that you're already far from crossing the line.

"you're so pretty." he whispered in your ear, his hands all over your torso, groping and kneading your tits. you squirm from his touch and throw your head on his shoulder, body resting comfortably on his lap. your bare back feels warm against his chest, you can feel his clothed dick keeps poking you from behind. he kisses your jaw, neck, shoulder, collarbone, then down to your spine it makes you shiver. he grab your hips to lift you up and bend you over on all four, before eating you out from behind. your back arched like a cat, face buried into the sofa pillow, muffled your own moan, hands squeezed into each other so tight.

"oh, fuck. so so good, please don't stop-" you managed to mumble, his grip on your thighs so strong, one hand kneading your cheek and slap it hard. you moan at the feelings, panting like crazy, drool all over the pillow under you as he eating you out expertly, licking from the bottom all the way to the top to suck on your clit, fat tongue sliding against your folds like he's devouring an ice cream, he spits, giving open mouthed kisses all over your pussy, fucking your hole as deep as possible with his wet muscle with purpose.

"fuck i'm so close. can you please hurry u-"

he slapped your cunt making you gasp and jolt. "what is it angel?"

"make me cum,"

"only good girls can cum. are you a good girl? my good girl?"

you dropped your head on the pillow, feeling frustrated cause this time, you desperately wanted to be fucked, hard.

"yes, i am your good girl. please, just please, fuck me,"

that's it. it's smoothly rolled off your lips. he's giving a pause for a moment at your comment, before you hear a rustle behind you, you're looking over your shoulder and he's already taking off his bottoms, leaving him as naked as you are.

"pretty girl, you're gonna be the death of me," he's stroking his dick in slow motion, the head is hitting your entrance making you arch your back even more, begging in silence to be fucked.

"shit, you're so fucking wet." he's lining his cock on your opening, teasing his own length between your very drenched folds, and it makes you whine.

he slapped your cheeks again, "beg," he said. "beg for it."

you feels like crying when you beg him, "fuck me. please,"

Yeah I keep getting greedy

Telling me that you probably too

both of you never spent nights together until morning in one room. being fucked stupid by your roommate was never been on your wishlist, but it's not that bad.

"fuck me. please,"

your tone was so desperate it mortifies you, but you don't even care anymore, you want him, so fucking much. he might want you as much as you want him, and you do want to believe that.

he's slowly bottoming up when both of you groan in unison. he's so big, you feel full, and you love the feeling. hands on your hips, almost clawing when he piston his cock in and out of you. you're a moaning mess, he then pull at your hair to yank your head up, back touching his torso while he fucks you precisely from behind.

"you're so sweet and tight. i love it." he nibbles and grunts in your ear, his voice is so sexy you're beyond turned on.

"want to... want to see your face..." you said in a tiny voice and he move quickly to grant your wish. he pulls out and carry you to move into his bed, then plop you onto the sheets.

you suddenly feel embarrassed, hands buckle up covering your chest. he chuckled when he find you were so vulnerable. like a lost little pup. fucking cute.

"acting shy just now?" he's hovering over you, parting your legs apart and sliding into your waiting hole once more. you gasp and arch your neck, he swiftly kiss and sucks on your exposed skin to leave red marks. you sigh in bliss, his mouth on you feels so right, him making you full and complete, you couldn't be more in joy.

he kiss you one more time on the mouth and thrust at a quick pace above you, eyes staring at you with lust and admiration. he's so pretty with his hair sticking all over his forehead, sweat covering his muscular body, glistening under the lights. he's so sexy.

"come with me, yeah? i want you to come with me." he demands. you nod your head and shut your eyes tightly, moaning into oblivion when he start to play with your clit and you explode right away. he's moaning with you when you squeeze him so firmly, his pace erratically fast as he easily glides in and out, drenched pussy and skin to skin clapping can be heard all over the room.

"just come in me." you cup his face and look him in the eyes, almost lovingly, and you whispered to him that made him cum immediately,

"i want you to fill me up, so full it's overflowing. plant babies in me."

only hard breathing and groan are heard inside of this room. it's not long after you two continue in bed, but the room is already steamy and smells like sex.

"not enough," you speak, more like mumbling to yourself.

"what?" he remarked.

"i said," you smile wholeheartedly at him, and come closer to his ear.

"i want all of your cum in me until my pussy has already taken all the remaining space for it."

Yes, I'm thirsty when I see you

[bbbellamywrites]

i just wanna start this with a note that i don't go here ( read: i lurk in the back of the class but don't participate, usually getting others (@lionheartedmusings) to share my answers for me ) but i've got thoughts and feelings about how things were going before i stopped watching last night. ( this got long so i tossed in a read more )

obligatory note that even if i don't add a q! i am entirely talking about characters here, not the creators.

q!bad is being accused of so much - some of which he is doing, sure, but honestly it feels a bit rich coming from most people on the server. some are newer and only have whatever people have told them to go off of, so i can understand their view to an extent, but there are others that have been here long enough to know different. to know bbh, to know the others, to know how the island is.

bagi saying bad is becoming evil - is he? outside of the fact that he's a demon of some sort and i think applying the human/mortal concepts of good/evil to beings that are not human/mortal doesn't work, what about how bad has been is evil?

telling her he was going to eat her pets? he wouldn't, and if he did accidentally kill one of her pets he would've felt guilty and replaced it asap. it was a terrible joke, but i think it's important consider bad's humor with his other friends - because he did come to think of bagi as a friend. if he'd said that to baghera, or foolish, or forever, or any number of other people, they would have known he wouldn't actually. they might have taunted him with a "oh yeah? do it", or showed up to punch him a time or two - but at most he would've put the pet in a cage and hid it away and giggled while searching his backpacks so he could give it back.

leaving mines in federation and public spaces? lets ignore the fact that he's trying to get the federation's attention. he isn't putting them in player bases, at least not in any way that would do damage to those bases ( he dug down and used the ghost blocks, yes, but from what i've seen he's only done that in spaces that wouldn't screw up builds ), with the exception of quackity's ( which i think he put down prior to this whole mess, if i'm remembering correctly ). even then... he is far from the first person on the server to put the mines everywhere, and i only vaguely remember at this point, but i don't think most people have been as careful with their use of them. plus... maybe i'm wrong, but i feel like he's only doing it because the eggs aren't here. i wouldn't be surprised if he went through and cleaned up as much as he could as soon as the kids come home.

stealing, or "liberating" furniture? this isn't a new behavior, and more recently when i've seen him pick something up, he just ends up putting it right back down. it was a fun little game, a little habit that was annoying but overall didn't hurt people. i even remember there being a little game of it between him and cellbit, a back and forth that might have been annoying but read as affection.

does any of that make him evil? because if it does, i think we may as well just mark down everyone on the island as being evil.

next up we have the kidnapping stuff. did he kidnap a worker? sure, but the only one that knows that is baghera. the others have no evidence, and are speculating, and most are just getting that information from tubbo. (for this we're gonna ignore that the evidence tubbo found was pretty clearly meant more for bad to find, because that doesn't matter anymore unless they force a retcon which i don't see them doing.)

• bad has, on a few different occasions, imprisoned people : - usually foolish, in those little cage traps - just a silly game between two ancient non-human creatures, a back and forth that no one seems to understand when they try to explain it. its a game, just like the fish slapping or inviting people to live in the dragon. • with cellbit and phil (with tubbo as an audience), caging forever and pac was done to save them. they were caged, and downed, so they could have their pockets cleared and then they could begin the detox to get them off the drugs the federation had them on. they were worried for their friends and were willing to go to extremes to save them. • ron. ron, who bad has had for ages at this point. he tortured him once and felt bad for it and hasn't done it again, as far as we know. he healed him up. bad gave him his name, if i remember correctly. he has come to care for ron, has given him as nice a cell as he can - nicer than the federation would have given them, if i had to guess. ron who, in some twisted reverse-stockholm syndrome moment, bad has come to think of as part of his family. he is using ron, and keeping him captive, but i fully trust him to find a way to let him go safely, and probably even get him set up somewhere.

one of those is pretty clearly wrong by the standards most people have, but he's already expressed he's willing to do whatever it takes to get his kids back. everyone is always ready to destroy the federation without a thought, without thinking about the details ( are any of the workers (canonically) in the buildings they're fucking with? are the workers going to get in trouble and punished for the things the residents are doing (look at walter bob, who was punished for looking different after mike's haircut, or when he was being kind/helping them in the prison)? are the workers the ones that are going to have to clean up the mess they make (the federation probably could've done it in a snap, but still sent workers to remove the cobble after the lavacast that fit/phil/tubbo did)?

so bad, from all of that, is evil and a problem and all that, right? what if we look at the things the others have done, or planned to do:

• that lavacast we mentioned up there? not end of the world, but the server is pretty quick to grief, especially to get attention. the melons in the church, the mines everywhere, the drills that were nerfed at least partially because people kept using them to break into federation buildings? most people on the island can be lumped in on this one. • the mines, by the way, that not only destroyed land and builds but downed (killed?) players? could've easily killed the eggs? • forever's plan from ages ago, in which he intended to kidnap philza and annoy (torture) him until he loved him back. • foolish taking pac & mike directly to cucurucho to be arrested, happily willing to arrest anyone else. • cellbit killing abueloier, straight up murdering the man. for what... saying he was gonna tell roier not to marry him? • quackity/elquackity? kidnapping - even if you don't count richas (who was still 1% his son), he kidnapped and threatened dapper and had tried repeatedly to take tallulah. constantly threatened the eggs, had plans to kill them various times.

but most of them aren't evil, right? sure they did bad things, but they're not evil?

i don't know, i simply think things on the island are too grey to use black and white words like "good" and "evil".

....also real tired of people saying bad is grieving his 'son' as if he doesn't also have pomme, as if he didn't love all of the other eggs like his own. he spent so much time with the kids. gave them so many resources, and was so quick to help them however he could - to give them any number of things they asked for. but now they're gone and he's lost, and his moral compass (dapper & pomme) is gone.

he's not bending over backwards to help people - he's playing the same games the others were playing in the beginning... and people are so quick to decide he's the problem.

because they care.

they're breaking into his house and ignoring the sign (which tubbo read out loud to phil and forever, which i'll give them that maybe they didn't know that was the direction forever went? because tubbo and phil went back to spawn briefly, but context clues should've told them.). they sneak around instead of talking to him.

because they care.

telling others and not needing proof to believe what's said. they know him, and the report tubbo's talking about doesn't sound too much like the bbh they know, but it makes sense.

because they care.

they refuse to believe him. because yeah, he lies a lot. sure he's been one of the most reliable people on the island, and even when he does lie it's usually harmless and playful. and sure when he does have something he might play for a few minutes but usually gives it back. but this time they don't believe him.

because they know him. because they care.

[ghoulie-67-baby]

Living as a liar - Hodge Starkweather.

Summary: You find him after his betrayal. Your heart shatters where you stand.

Prompt: ‘I know I shouldn’t love you and yet I still do.’ ‘It’s wasn’t fair. It isn’t fair.’

Warnings: betrayal, crying, angst, violence, blood, wounds,

Pairing: Hodge Starkweather x reader (platonic/otherwise).

Word count: 1,000.

Pain ran up my shins, feet slapped against the stone floor as I frantically chased after Jace. My ribs ached with the strain of my heavy breathing, clenched hand sweated around my weapon as I skidded to a stop beside one of the stone pillars.

Agonised screams from Hodge echoed around the dock as Jace yelled in fury, tackled by Alec before he could land the fatal blow.

"It’s over!" Alec's voice was hard with command as he shoved Jace against the ground.

"It’s not over. He’s a traitor. He deserves to pay." The growl in Jace's voice was drowned out by the sounds of pain as Hodge clutched his stump of a hand. The voices faded into the background as I slowly made my way over, hesitant to confront the betrayer. I stared in silence as Alec activated his runes, the pained sound intensifying as they began to heal over.

"Y/N," he gasped, gritting his teeth as he stared up at me, eyes flickering to my glowing blade.

"Don't." My voice quivered and I shook my head at Him, stepping back as Luke helped him to his feet.

"Please don't look at me like that?" I scoffed, eyes hardening on his face as he looked pitifully at me.

"Like what? Like I'm hurt. Like I'm standing in front of our betrayer. Like I've lost a part of my family?" His eyes dropped to the floor as I spoke, my stomach churning with sickness. "Because I am. You were family. You were so much more than just a teacher than just another Shadowhunter."

"I was locked away from everything. I had no freedom." My hands shook with anger as he spoke, words almost begging for my pity. He wouldn't get it, not from me, not after all this.

"You did that! You did it to yourself-" I threw my hands up as I yelled, my anger getting the better of me. "-You had chance after chance to leave! You could have gotten out! You could've been free!" I turned around, biting back tears as I threw my blade to the ground, surprised by my anger as it embedded in the concrete.

"I couldn't see a way out." He whispered, almost like he was pleading with me. I spun back around, my chest rising and falling in quick succession as I tried to hold back my feelings.

You made a choice, the wrong choice, but you made it." I stalked towards him, noticing Alec and Luke looking at one another as if debating letting me get any closer. "You could've chosen us, you coward, we were your way out. You were lucky to live after that, all of you were but you're still here. You are still alive." My voice dropped into a whisper as my eyebrows furrowed, tears spilling over my waterline as I gazed upon the man I once called family. Waves of anger and anguish flooded my senses as my lip quivered. I let the emotions take over, lunging at the Shadowhunter with a cry.

"You could've fucking chosen us, you coward! You could've chosen us!" I screamed at him, eyes hot with tears and fury as my fists collided with his chest, the pair of us staggering back as I threw my weight against him. "I trusted you!" I lashed out, hands scrambling to hit any part of him I could reach.

This wasn't fighting like he had taught us, this was me begging for this to all be a dream, to not have to lose the man that had welcomed me into his space and taught me to protect myself and others. This was scrambling to find an ounce of forgiveness for him only to come up empty. This was the heart-stuttering shock of being plunged into the icy water and having to fight the burning in your lungs as you gasped for air. This was worse than anything I'd ever experienced before, worse than the feeling of someone dying because at least that person would be at peace. Betrayal meant the person you lost was still out walking around, living a life you should have been involved in, a life you should live too.

"Do you know what the worst part is?" Each word was emphasised by a hit to the chest, legs almost crumbling under me. "The worst part is that I know I shouldn't love you and yet I still do. That's the killer Hodge." My breath caught in my throat as I forced out the words. "That's what breaks my heart most."

Arms wrapped around my waist, yanking me back before I could start another round of punches. I scrambled against the hand, digging my nails in to try and escape the grasp but they didn't let up. Luke's eyes were filled with pity as he held onto Hodge's bicep, grip almost bruising his skin.

"Stop Y/N," Alec's voice was low, almost like a warning as I crumpled in his grasp. "Enough now." Giving in, I slumped against him with shaking legs, my wet breaths rattling in my chest as small sobs wrenched free from my throat.

"It wasn't fair, what you did, it wasn't fair." I sobbed, vision swimming as I dropped my head down. Scuffling feet on the floor indicated Luke was leading him away, Jace following as backup whilst Alec stayed holding me.

"It isn't fair!" I screamed into the cold, empty air, the sound echoing around the dock as I let my knees collapse under me. My anguish poured out as Alec sat in an unjudgemental silence, hand on my shoulder as I cried to myself.

After this, I would leave Hodge and his mistakes behind, and let him be a dark, distant memory of something I knew we could never keep. I'd move on, let myself and my family heal, never failing us by trusting so blindly again.

After this, I would emerge as a better warrior. For the sake of the others that had been betrayed.

[saltykidcreation]

5. Come On Let's Do It

The turtles managed to chopped trees with axes that made from crystal from mermaids. It was very lucky that Donnie still had a few his gadget to 'how build a boat ' that made they not wrong steps. The mermaid can't really much help with their magic because it's limited, and they only have half they lower when they had legs.

Mikey and beryl sat on big rock beach. beryl in her 'human mode' (she had legs and wearing seaweed dress) mikey showing off his nunchaku skill that made beryl laughing and cheering and then beryl showing made bubbles from water, it made mikey cheering laughing and cheering

"Something wrong ,mikey? " asked beryl when she stopped eat her raw fish. Mikey looks sad his raw fish, he can't cooking it because they need saving woods, so he and his brothers will not always eating cooked food.

"It's not like I am not great full with what I have but I miss orange crush and my pizza. Specially pizza. "

"What is pizza? " asked beryl. Mikey look beryl with horror.

"You don't know what pizza is? " beryl just gave mikey deadpan looks. Mikey mentally slapped himself of course she wouldn't know she was mermaid, also only Adriana that have much knowledge about humans and the rest they only knew a few or basics.

"Promise me when we on new York, you will showing me this pizza? " mikey smiled.

"I promise " then mike teaching beryl pinky swear. They laughing and continue to eat.

"Have you ever in love mikey? " asked beryl they still sit on beach rock but now already sunset.

"I am not sure that, I meant I do like someone but well not really have strong feeling." Answered mikey. Bery looks at mikey

"Well they said that feel in love is like sweet and you feel butterfly inside your stomach " beryl came close to mikey.

"How about you ?" Asked mikey that came closes to beryl. They so close that close to beryl personal space, beryl looked not mind, she looks thinking and hint a sadness.

"Merfolk need careful about in love but we like flirting. And now I feel tingling in my belly" said beryl.

"Oh yeah, me too" replied mikey. They both close then slowly they lips were touching. It was amazing feels like fireworks.

Mikey never kissing anyone so he let beryl guide him, her lips was soft and warm. Then they appart to catching their breath.

"That was amazing" said mikey with big smiles and redden face. Beryl just smiles.

"I want try again" said mikey then he grabbed beryl face gently then kissing her again. Beryl can fells that the kissing was more curious and eager but not hustle. Beryl had to said this was beat kiss she had.

( I am definitely suck at detail kiss so.. Sorry. And I will remain that this was pure for fun romance so there's no slow burn and they moving so fast. Also I imagine mikey getting the kiss first because he one more open and more feelings. Beryl gave hint that she and other mermaids ever did kiss but not in love, because in love can be dangerous. Berylnsaid the kiss was the best that meant she in love. For next chapter will be main focus with other brothers each chapter)

[mxrvelouss]

ok so this is my silly little idea for if the reveal happened earlier in the show, like before all the love webs happened lol. i really wanna make this into a comic but my motivation is so weird sometimes- i was trying to before this but now it feels hard- so im just gonna write it for now!

The Reveal (Miraculous AU)

It's night time in Paris, and Ladybug is sitting by herself on a rooftop. She hugs her knees up to her chest. She hears Chat land next to her and gives him a small smile.

"Hey, M'Lady," Chat says, smiling down at Ladybug.

"Hey, Kitty," Ladybug quietly replies as he sits down beside her. "Couldn't sleep?"

"Nope," he says. "I'm assuming you couldn't, either?"

Ladybug shakes her head and looks down, tears starting to fill her eyes. Chat looks at her with concern, wanting nothing more than to embrace her and take away whatever was causing her pain. But she needed her space.

"You know you can tell me anything," he gently says as he sets his hand on her shoulder. "I'll always be here for you, okay?"

Ladybug turns to look at him. He was so kind, so gentle. Always there for her when she needed him. And yet here she was, sulking because she had made a fool out of herself in front of Adrien Agreste once again earlier that day.

But she couldn't just stop loving him, and therefore she could not love Chat Noir.

She felt waves of sadness and flames of anger rise up in her. And suddenly, the feelings that she had always wanted to tell Chat but never did because of fear just started to tumble out. "I'm so sorry for always pushing you away, Chat..." Tears spill out of her eyes, and Chat stares at her with great concern and intensity. "It's just...it's just..." The anger starts to take over, and she suddenly stands up.

"It's just that I act SO STUPID in front of the boy I love every. Single. Day!! He's so sweet to me, and I know that life gets hard for him sometimes and yet he never fails to be kind and perfect to EVERYONE. And I just wanna tell him how much him and his kindness means to me..." she stops mid-sentence, looking down at her superhero partner. He was staring at her, clinging on to every word she said as if it was his lifeline. The sadness washes over Ladybug's anger, and she gently sits back down next to Chat Noir. Looking down, she quietly says, "And...and I want YOU to know how much you mean to me, too, Chat. I'm sorry I don't show my affection back. Because you really do mean everything to me, and I wouldn't be able to do ANY of this without you. It's just...the boy in my personal life...I love him so much. And I can't just STOP those feelings."

Chat was so grateful that Ladybug was finally opening up to him- and that he meant so much to her. I mean, deep down, he knew that, but...it was just nice to hear. And he was determined to help her with whatever she wanted to tell this boy. Taking a deep breath, he says, "Well, you were able to just tell ME your feelings- or should I say, FELINES-"

"Chat," Ladybug interrupts him, giving him a look. But she was smiling. She may not enjoy his puns all the time, but Chat knew that this time it would make her smile.

"Okay, okay," Chat laughs. "My point is, you were able to tell me the way you feel, so that means you are FULLY capable of telling this boy whatever it is you wanna tell him."

Ladybug slowly nods. "I guess that's true..."

"So," Chat says. "What is it you wanna tell him? Just...go ahead and say it. Say whatever's on your mind." He gives her a reassuring smile. "You can do it."

Ladybug smiles at him, and takes a deep breath. Confidence was replacing the anger and sadness in her- a little too much, in fact. Because this is what she blurts out. "I would say, 'Adrien Agreste, thank you for always being so kind and I hope-'" Her eyes widen, and she slaps her mouth shut.

Chat Noir stares at her, a jumble of thoughts swimming through his head. "Did she just say my name?! Does she know my identity? Or..." A smile took over his face as he realized.

Ladybug stands up, nervously backing up and rambling. "Whoa, did I just say, 'Adrien Agreste'?! That's so funny, because what I actually meant was, uh, Damien Shameste! Yeah! Who's Adrien Agreste? Never heard of him!"

Chat was up now, walking towards her with a grin on his face. "Marinette," he says gently.

"What? W-who's Marinette?! Never heard of her, either! Anyways, I gotta go now, so, uh, catch you later, Kitty-" Just as Ladybug was about to take off the roof with her yo-yo, she stumbles backwards, slipping off the ledge. With a quick, confident swoop, Chat Noir reaches out and grabs her arm. As he holfd her in place, looking down into her wide, anxious eyes, he whispers, "Claws in."

Ladybug stares at the beautiful, familiar face who saved her from falling. She stared as he gently lifts her back up onto the rooftop. "A-Adrien? How...what..?" And suddenly, relief floods over her face, then tears of joy along with a smile so wide her cheeks hurt. "Spots off," she whispers.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste stare at each other's eyes, illuminated by moonlight. Plagg and Tikki watch from the side, their smiles also taking up the width of their faces.

And then, laughter, followed by the most genuine, heartfelt kiss one could ever wish for. Smiling against his lips, Marinette speaks. "How did we not see it before...?!"

"I don't know," Adrien laughs. "But we see it now, and that's what matters. Marinette, I told myself you were just a close friend because of my love for Ladybug...but I knew my feelings were more than that." He glances over at his Kwami, smiling. "Plagg knew it, too."

Tikki chimes in. "And Marinette knew of the affection she felt for Chat Noir..."

"But I pushed it aside because of my love for Adrien," Marinette finishes, smiling at Tikki. She looks back at her soulmate, whose grin was wider than what was probably possible. Embracing her arms around his neck, she whispers, "Oh, my kitty..."

"My ladybug," Adrien whispers back as they kiss again.

When they finally pull away, Marinette giggles. "So...now what?"

Adrien smiles. "No one has to know. It'll be our little secret. At school, we're just Marinette and Adrien. And at night..."

"We're Ladybug and Chat Noir!" Marinette exclaims.

"And together, we'll defeat Hawk Moth. And after that..." Adrien blushes. He touches his forehead to Marinette's and closes his eyes. "I'll be forever yours, m'lady."

THE END

*Bonus Scene*

Chat Noir drops Ladybug off on her balcony, and they turn to each other. "I'm so glad that this happened now. Imagine if we went YEARS without knowing our true identities! That would just be..."

"Horrible," Ladybug finishes. "If we were in a movie or something and that happened, I'd turn it off!"

With one last laugh and a kiss, Ladybug de-transforms. "Goodnight, my prince," she whispers. "I love you."

[emo-sebastianstardew]

Demolition Lovers Part 4 Sebastian x Farmer Stardew Valley Fanfic

(Chapter 4 is finally here. This is really long chapter. The rating is still 18+. In this chapter will be smoking, profanity and some spicy stuff. Please enjoy. Credit to Heir of Atticus for the photo used.)

"Goodnight (farmers name)." He grinned waving goodbye to you and walked away.

You watched him leave the farm. Your heart was beating fast and you had butterflies in your stomach. Something about him was just so intoxicating. You really liked him. He had some confidence with the way he carried himself. He was funny and intelligent. He had this way about him that was so charming. You decided to go inside and get some sleep. Not only do you have plants to take care of in the morning but you had to make him a lunch he'd love.

You woke up at 6 am. The sunshine slapped you across the face. You sat up in your bed and groaned. You got up and got dressed. You went outside and began watering your crops. You started thinking about what you were gonna do with the rest of your day. You finished watering everything and decided to go fishing. You left your farm and started walking through town square.

"(farmers name)!" someone screamed. You whipped your head around and regretted who you saw.

Abigail started running to catch up with you. You waited for her to reach you.

"Yes... Abby?" You asked.

"You're not talking to Sebastian right?" She asked crossing her arms glaring at you.

"I mean... we just met. So... Yeah... Why do you care anyway?" You asked squinting at her.

"I CARE because we've been talking for a while now. He will be dancing with me at the flower dance. I know him much better than you. He likes me and I like him. I don't need you trying to take him." She hissed at you.

"Wow.. didn't realize you were both so close. He hadn't mentioned anything about that. But if you insist I'll leave him alone. Have good day Abby." You said and stared walking away from her.

Your mind was flustered with thoughts. If Sebastian and Abby were so close why would he hang out with you? Why is Abby so threatened by you? You decided it would be best to just leave Sebastian alone for a while. You weren't paying attention again and you bumped into someone. They fell over and started laughing.

"Yo (farmers name) you totally knocked me over hahaha." Sam laughed slowly standing back up.

"Sorry Sam. I didn't mean to at all. It's been on hell of morning already." You were flustered trying to apologize.

"Hey its all good (farmers name). I'm not mad at all. Why are you upset? You kinda look like you're gonna cry." He asked concerned.

"It's nothing. I don't want to waste your time." You smiled slightly.

"Hey whats going on?" He was very concerned now.

"Just..... um.... Is.... Abby and Sebastian a thing?" You asked sheepishly.

"Oh... I don't think so. I mean Abby is obviously a little obsessed with Sebastian. But I don't really think he feels the same. But to be honest with you that man is mystery. I've been his friend for 10 years and I still can't tell if he likes me. I wouldn't take anything personally. I just know Sebastian prefers to be alone. I've never really seen him try to go for any girl. So maybe try some space." Sam smiled trying to reassure you.

"Okay... thanks Sam. I'll just mind my business and stick to my farm thank you." You smiled started walking away.

"Um... not what I meant...." Sam muttered and walked away to work.

You decided to head down to the beach. You fished down at the dock practically all day. You noticed when the clock turned 3. You shook your head and went back to fishing. 5:00 pm rolled around and Willy came out to join you.

"Good evening (farmers name)." Willy smiled fishing beside you.

"Hey Willy." You smiled.

"Catching any good ones?"

"A few yes. I might need to start heading home soon."

"Be safe getting home and have good night." He waved goodbye.

You left Willy and waved good bye. You started making your way back to your farm. Once back home you decide to chop down some trees for some wood before bed. You were finished at 10:00 pm. You decided to go to bed.

Couple days have past and you have been very busy these past few days. You now had chickens and you had been in the mines as well. But today was a new day and your first week was over. You haven't bothered socializing much. You sat up in your bed, bright and early 6:00 am. You got dressed and head out on your farm. You started watering your crops like clock work. You walked into your chicken coop and collected your eggs.

"Good morning George, Micheal, Freddy and Joey." You said to the chickens. They clucked at you.

You gave them all love before leaving. You decided you were gonna go mining today. You started walking into town to check the board before you went up. There was a festival coming up called the Egg Festival. You decided to start making your way up the mountain. Your heart dropped in your stomach when you saw him outside smoking staring at you.

"Where the hell have you been?" Sebastian asked glaring at you.

You walked over to him feeling very nervous. You didn't answer his question.

"Hello..?! Ignoring me now?!" He snapped.

"Do not give me attitude Sebastian." You glared back at him.

"You say we are gonna hang out then don't come to see me for 7 days." Anger was in his eyes.

"OH.... Thats why we are pissy right now." You crossed your arms and looked away from him.

"Yeah why wouldn't I be mad about that." He took a step closer to you blowing out some smoke.

"Well tell your GIRLFRIEND to stay the fuck out of my face." Your eyes met his and you could feel your blood boiling.

"OH GIRLFRIEND! That's rich!" He was yelling now.

"Do NOT yell at me Sebastian!" You were yelling now.

"For YOUR information! I DO NOT have a girlfriend! Nor am I TALKING to anyone right now!" His eyes met yours. You felt lost in them again but remembered you were angry with him.

"HA! That's not what ABBY claims!" You were furious.

"This is about Abby?" His demeanor changed and he blew out smoke.

"YES this is about ABBY! Why are you so calm now?! YOU busy with her this past week?" You asked shaking.

"No. I haven't. I've been a bit busy wondering where the hell you've been." He looked away from you blowing out smoke.

"You're so frustrating!" You huffed looking away from him.

"Look at me." He said calmly. His voice was calming.

You were hesitant at first but looked at him eventually. He put his cigarette out.

"Come inside." He smiled.

You rolled your eyes and followed him inside. He took you downstairs to the basement. He opened his door and gestured for you to go inside. You walked into room and noticed a lot of things. Posters all over the walls, the room smelled damp and like weed. There was couch on the main wall with a desk and 2 computers. You notice big bookshelves on the side wall. There was table in the corner with comfy seats.

"I'm sorry." He said behind you walking past you.

"For?" You asked watching him.

"Everything. I shouldn't have yelled at you. Abby is just a friend I swear. I don't know what she said to you. But we are not a thing. JUST FRIENDS."

"It's okay. I'm sorry for yelling too. I just was so upset. I didn't like how she got in my face about it. It made me feel like a joke to you." You said looking at the floor.

"You're not a joke to me. You've never been that to me. I will talk to her. I do not want her treating you like that. But I don't want you to avoid me either. I enjoyed our night we shared together." He said smiling and blushing.

"Really?" You asked stepping closer to him.

"Yes really. The egg festival is coming up. I wanted to know if you wanted to go with me?" He smiled stepping closer to you.

"Yes I would love too." You smiled. Your eyes met his.

"Good. You owe me (farmers name)." He grinned.

"Why do I owe you? If anything you owe me Sebastian." You crossed your arms.

"Oh I owe you? You owe me lunch." He said raising an eyebrow.

"I have your lunch with me. You owe me for the pain you caused me." You huffed.

"Oooo you have the lunch? I will make it up to you however you want." He grinned and winked at you.

"Yes I have the lunch with me. But I don't know if you really deserve it." You said with your hand on your chin thinking.

"Please. I'm dying to try your food. I'll be a good boy" He whined.

"You better." You grinned pulling out a plate of sashimi and handing it to him.

"Hmm." He said just staring at the plate blankly.

"What do you not like fish?" You asked concerned getting close to him to look at the plate.

"I never said that. Just not what I expected." He said looking at plate then looking at you.

"WHAT? What did you expect! You said I could make anything." You huffed punching him in the shoulder lightly.

"Hahaha relax Princess. It looks beautiful. But does it taste good?" He asked picking up a slice. He ate it slowly and then started coughing. He placed the plate down and slid to the floor.

"Sebastian!" You watch him lay on the floor.

"Kidding. It was really good. I love sashimi." He smiled staring up at you. You sat down on the floor beside him and decided to lay down next to him.

"Good. I'm glad you love it." You smiled turning your head to look at him.

"Thank you (farmers name). It was really good." He turned and looked at you.

"Your rooms cool." You smiled.

"Thanks it's a bit cluttered."

"I like it minus the smell." You laughed.

"Yeah it kinda stinks. How's the farm been?"

"Busy. I have chickens now."

"Do you think they would like me?"

"Yes of course. Who wouldn't like the very attractive emo boy?"

"Attractive?" He asked raising an eye brow.

"I mean.... I think so.... I also have a dog now." You stuttered feeling your face turn red.

"Haha you're pretty cute when you're nervous." He grinned.

"Shut up." You rolled your eyes.

"This sounds stupid. But would you like to stay the night?" He asked staring at your eyes.

"Oh..." You sat up.

"What was that not the right thing to ask?" He sat up quickly watching you nervously.

"Come stay the nigh-"

"SEBBY I'M COMING IN." Robin opened the door and was now in the room.

"Mom..." Sebastian sighed.

"Oh Sebby I didn't realize you had company." She was grinning really wide eyeing you both.

"Mom.. we were just hanging out..." He glanced at her then back to you.

"I didn't know you and (farmers name) were so close." She smiled.

"Hello Robin." You smiled and waved.

"Don't encourage her." Sebastian whispered to you.

"I know you don't like me coming in here Sebby. But Abigail was asking about you at the market today." Robin said looking at him.

"I'm busy today. I'm spending it with (farmers name). We were just about to leave." Sebastian said glaring at his mom.

"Okay. I'll let her know. You two have fun." She smiled and waved bye before walking away. She shut Sebastians door.

"You're right. Your place is better." He said.

"You better start packing." You grinned.

"Of course." He smiled.

He grabbed a bag from under his bed and started packing clothes in it. He stopped packing for a second and walked over to his closet. He started taking off his hoodie facing the closet. You were just watching him feeling your face turning red. He was shirtless now going through his closet for something. You didn't realize he was so muscular. The hoodie really hides his muscles. He picked out a black shirt and put it on. The shirt was tight black muscle shirt. It contoured his body so well. He turned slightly looking at you smirking.

"You're not staring again?" He asked.

"No I uh... I.. uh... was snooping through your stuff..." You blurted out stuttering.

He laughed and turned back to the closet. He slipped off his pants and found a clean pair of black skinny jeans to wear. He put on the new pair and turned back to you. You were biting your lip watching him.

"What'd you find?" He asked smirking at you.

"Um... you like horror books...." Your face was bright red.

"Yeah horrors good. You ready to go?" He grinned.

"Absolutely." You smiled.

"Let's get out here." He said putting on another hoodie.

You opened the door and walked upstairs waited for him to come up. As you were waiting someone came through the door. Sebastian came up the steps and sighed.

"Great....." He said behind you.

To be continued.....

[queentheweeb]

Alpha Koji Koda X Omega Mezo Shoji

Shoji is well aware that someone that looks like him should not be an Omega. He has been told that his whole life since he presented at the young age of four. The only people who didn't care that he was an Omega is his family. They were Alphas in his family though so it was weird that he was an Omega but, they didn't make it a big deal. They just did a lot of research and made sure he was comfortable and reassured. Being a '6"2 muscled male Omega teen was hard. He had to hide his secondary gender when no one believed him growing up calling him a liar. It was when he went through his first heat at 13 years old and he didn't have any scent patches that his classmates believed him. It made him an even bigger freak to them than he already was. 

Flashback

"How do you look like that and be an Omega?"

"He wants to be a hero! Ha! Omegas are not meant to be heroes"

"He's better off being someone's bitch to give pups to." He winced particularly hard at that comment.

"If he finds an Alpha desperate enough to stand the sight of him" That made him go to the bathroom and spend the rest of the lunch period crying his eyes out, smelling distressed. Was it smart of him to scent the bathroom, isolated? No, it wasn't. He regretted it when the door slammed open and he heard an audible click. His crying seized only to be taken over by panic. They smelled like an Alpha.

"Smells like Omega." He just knows the asshole was looking at the stall he was in. "You can come out, pretty Omega. I won't hurt you." Mezo was tempted not to come out. He had an idea though. Usually, everyone backed out when they saw what he looked like. Stealing his nerves he slowly opened the stall and took a tentative step before standing to his full height. To his surprise, the Alpha was someone he has seen before. He got left back and therefore was two years older than Mezo instead of one or a few months. Mezo was the baby of his class. The guy surprisingly was Mezo's height. When did he go through a growth spurt?

"What do you want?" Mezo was very cautious and was ready to bolt. He rather not fight but, he will if the need arises. 

"I just wanted to give you my number! It's nice to know it was a familiar face even though I am surprised. I always thought you were an Alpha" He took a step forward into Mezo's personal space to sniff "What a wonderful surprise Mezo." He pulled back and went back to the bathroom door unlocking it/ Mezo didn't want to think too hard about the implications of that. "I will make sure you're not a stranger." Mezo felt very unsafe

Flashback end

Mezo slapped the side of his head a little to get out of memory lane. He did not have a good experience with that Alpha and that situation that happened is the main reason Mezo did not announce he was an Omega when he started U.A. He figured they wouldn't be too judgmental about it but, he rather has been safe than sorry. He waited the first-month making friends and having the beta's and omega's in his class flock to him for just about everything. Protection from Mineta? He was the go-to. Taste tester? He was the go-to. Opinions on quirks? He was the go-to. Random strength tests against Bakugo and Kirishima without quirks? He was the go-to. Cuddle piles? He was the first one because of his size and his arms. He didn't mind it in the slightest. His Omega preened at the attention. Even though none of them knew yet. He remembers what helped him was in fact Mineta in a weird way 

Flashback

"After learning All Might is in fact an Omega solidified the fact that your second gender doesn't define you." Denki had looked at him in shock 

"Who are you and what have you done with Mineta?" They bickered back and forth for a little bit before talking again 

"For real! Anyone can be an Omega or an Alpha! Mezo could be an Omega-" He was cut off by Denki 

"That is very unlikely. Do you see the muscles on that guy? Then again All Might has way more muscles...."

Flashback end

Mezo had let that fester a bit in the back of his head for a while. After the USJ attack and class 1a formed a pack that's when he decided that enough was enough. He had decided to announce it when they were appointing that all the Alphas were to take turns with whatever. The whole class was in the common room area when Bakugo and Tenya were barking out orders.

"So the two head Alphas will be Bakugo and Tenya followed by Izuku, Shoto, Tokoyami, Jiro, Koda, Shoji-" Shoji cleared his throat at that gaining the attention of everyone in the room. It was now or never.

"I am not an Alpha." It was quiet before murmurs broke out a bit.

"Oh, so you're a beta? That explains why when I was talking about ruts you looked lost." Mezo swallowed the laugh that was about to come out. To the class, the only Omegas were Ojiro, Aoyama, Ochako, and Asui. Everyone else was Alphas and Betas. 

"I'm an Omega." The silence was deathly for three seconds before questions erupted from left, right, above, and below. 

"How did you manage to hide your second gender?"

"What suppressants do you use?"

"Oh my god, we have another Omega! Cuddle piles are going to be amazing."

"Did you get a heat yet?" He paid no mind to Mineta's question but listened and responded to everyone else in the room. He decided he was already deep in the hole he might as well go the whole way. He used his hand to slowly peel off his scent patch for a second, scented the air, and, then put it back on watching everyone's reaction.

"Wow, Shoji! You smell really damn good!" It was Dark Shadow and it set off a chain reaction from everyone. Beta's are not affected by heat or ruts however, they can still scent. All of Mezo's worries were for nothing it seemed.

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Mezo was going through it right along with the rest of his class. It had been a few months and quite a few things have happened. Besides the attack on USJ, the Kamino Ward Incident happened when the training camp turned disastrous. Deku fought Muscular to save Koda, Dark Shadow went ballistic and knocked out Moonfish, they were attacked by the LOV and their master AFO. A battle between him and All might happened, All Might won but at the cost of his quirk and his title as the number one hero. Then for whatever God-forsaken reason, the LOV teamed up with Chisaki. That turned into a full-blown brawl with heroes and some students - Ochako, Deku, Kirishima, Asui, and the big three- where a cute little girl named Eri was saved, Chisaki and his crew thrown in Tartarus. It was a very rough and emotional time especially since Deku has a horrible knack for getting himself almost killed weekly. Other than that though, there were a lot of positive that happened. One major positive was that they all moved into dorms which was a good thing. No one bothered wearing scent patches and being touchy-feely was both normal and wanted.

"Mezo-kun how does this feel?" At the moment he was shopping with the rest of the Omegas in the class in a specialty store. They took one look in his room and decided it needed to be softer, cozier. He secretly agreed. 

"I like how this feels." He is choosing to speak with his real mouth even though it's behind a mask. Only in public, he wears a mask, in the safety of his dorm he doesn't. Or unless he's hot enough and says fuck it. He didn't get a negative response from his class but, old habits die hard. 

"I'm buying you this plush! I'm not taking no for an answer." Aoyama insisted on paying for everything and apparently his parents were the number 1 and 2 heroes in France so they had money to spare. A lot of it. By the end of it, Mezo had 8 plush, 6 blankets, and a few pillows. He felt very cared for. Once in the safety of the dorms, scent patch out he let his sweet pleased scent permeate the air. It hit his intended target which happened to be Koda. Koda was shy by nature but, it was no surprise to Shoji that he was an Alpha. He's the only one in the class who's taller than Shoji by an inch. He and Sato saw eye to eye at the same height.

"I'm heading up to my room." He slinked silently with the bags to his room unaware that a pair of eyes were following him. Once he made it to his room he was surprised to see a rabbit plush and a duck plush. Attached to the card was a note.

"I think you know who this is from. Hint: I love animals. I promise to use my voice tonight. If you would allow me to come into your room?"

Shoji was on cloud nine. He knew it was Koda. The Alpha's scent was on the plush toys and the card. Mezo had no shame in taking his mask off, shoving his face into the plush, and taking a deep inhale. Something snapped inside him and he found himself making a newfound nest. He had plenty of nesting supplies from his family but, he added all the new things into it. It took 20 minutes to re-arrange everything perfectly but, by the end, he had a fluffy safe haven. He changed into some pajamas and laid down in the center to cuddle the blankets and plush toys. He stayed there for an hour before he got hot and hungry. He got up, left his nest, showered, and put on new pajamas. He headed downstairs where everyone was cooking. He chose not to wear his mask nervous but a little uncaring. They proved they didn't care about how he looked because it didn't change who he was.

"Here octo-arms." He was given a large plate of food. "Eat all of it, I want to see an empty plate before you leave." Bakugo was brash but, he cared. He cared for everyone in their own special way. Dinner went by smoothly with Shoji sitting next to Koda the whole time. They decided to sit at the table waiting for everyone to finish. Mezo had to fight down a blush when he felt Koda's hands trace patterns on his thigh under the table all while holding a conversation with Tokoyami and Ojiro. He thanked God he had a poker face because when Koda started massaging his thigh while simultaneously intertwining their legs together? He was going to have an aneurysm. His saving grace came in the form of a movie that everyone insisted on watching. He ended up being cuddled with some new people including Koda. Koda was on the couch next to him since he was on the floor. He was using a hand to run his fingers through Mezo's hair scratching his scalp from time to time. Mezo ended up falling asleep without even knowing it. 

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Mezo woke up to darkness and a weight underneath him. He didn't remember falling asleep at all. He went to sit up but where he rested his hands it was muscle instead of soft cushions. He turned to see the culprit and he had a sneaking suspicion about who it was. "Koji?"

"...Yeah it's me." Shoji was floored. He was on his crush. He was laying on top of his crush. 

"Aren't I heavy?" Smooth Mezo, smooth. Let all your insecurities out why don't you? He let out a light gasp when he felt two hands push him up and then bring him back down flush against the warm body.

"You're not heavy at all. I like the weight." There was no stuttering in hearing range so, Mezo decided to file that for later. Mezo was at a loss of words for a second before he had an idea.

"I really liked the rabbit and duck. It's cute and very soft. Smells like you too." Koji let out a noise. 

"Um...you like the way I smell? Oh, I know it's weird at the moment but, it's easier to talk to you in the dark about feelings. I won't sound like an idiot trying to explain myself." Mezo thinks that pheromones are fucking with his head because this Koji was a totally different Koji than the one he saw in the daytime. He likes both of them. Mezo felt flustered this time.

"Yeah, heh. You smell really nice. You're also really really sweet to me and you were one of the first people to accept me and not be disgusted by my appearance." He felt soft hands on his face turning him towards where he assumed Koji's face is.

"There is nothing wrong or disgusting about you. You have a pretty face. There is no shame in having muscles as an Omega. There is no shame in being a tall Omega. There is no right way to be an Omega. I think you're perfect." Koji allowed his hand to move from his cheek to the middle of his back where he pressed him closer. "It's 10 PM we have time to catch some sleep here until we leave for our own rooms around 4 ish. It's the weekend so Aizawa shuts off the cameras on Friday nights. We are safe." Well if Koji wasn't worried then neither was Mezo. He settled down on top of the Alpha's chest for the night. They have a lot more questions and things to talk about but, for now, Mezo was just happy to be cuddling on his favorite person.

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I adore Omega Shoji. If I have to single-handedly raise the fics for Omega Shoji then I will!

[very-sleepy-head]

Soup (part 1) - Chef

Ao3

Ian was standing in their kitchen surrounded by an enormous amount of bowls and pots as Mickey got out of the shower and entered the kitchen. Mickey smelled the familiar smell of tomato soup and fought to keep the smile from his face while walking towards his partner. Ian was making his favorite comfort food.

"Missed you." Ian said with a smile as mickey was crowding into his space. "Mmm... I bet." Micky's eyes were soft and affectionate as he ghosted a gentle hand over Ian's back.

Mickey stood on his toes to watch over his husband’s shoulder and pulled a disgusted face as he looked inside the pot. “What the hell is that, Red?”

"Tomato soup," Ian replied, leaning a little so that Mickey got a better look, "It's a work in progress."

“Why is it so...?” Mickey questioned.

“Chunky? I don’t know.” Ian shrugged, a bit frustrated. “I followed what it said on the packaging.”

"I'm no genius but I don't think they meant for the cream to curdle like that"

“Don’t blame me! I never had a proper childhood.” Ian threw his hands in the air.

"Neither have I, but let me tell you, lover, this is for sure ain't fucking it."

From behind him Mickey reached over to grab the packaging. "What are you doing?” Ian froze.

"Taking over this holy fucking mess" Mickey said as he squeezed between Ian and the stove. Mickey's scent penetrated his nose, his lungs, his mind. As he started humming to himself, Ian's heart went into overload.

After lowering the heat and whisking until the soup looked smoother, he add a bit more of cream as he whisked. Finally, he twisted in Ian’s arms and grabbed the front of his sweatshirt. “How-” Before Ian could even finish asking his husband, he was pulled down by his neck and kissed. Softly, Tenderly and yet full of passion.

It wasn’t fair that Mickey was so good at cooking. He was already hot as fuck, the funniest person Ian knows and crazy good at math, why did he need to be good in the kitchen too? Ian thought to himself.

"I fixed it for you, You're fucking welcome." Mickey said smugly. He yelped as he felt a slap to the ass but Ian couldn't help but smile and kiss him sweetly.

"Thank you, baby." Another kiss. "What would I ever do with out you?"

"Eat curdled soup?" Mickey muttered between their lips.

“Mick...” he warned just loud enough for mickey to hear.

“Stop it with that,” Mickey chastised under his breath. "You're turning me on, Gallagher, and you'll make me forget about your stupid soup."

"Mmmm... It was suppose to be your stupid soup." the taller man's hands traveled down his husbands back and squeezing his ass. "Mmh... I'm so lucky." He continued, leaving kisses up and down the shorter's neck.

“Come on Red, I, um, I need-“ he trailed off with a moan, not finishing his sentence but pointing over his shoulder to indicate he wants to check on the soup. "Can you make the... umm grilled cheese?"

Ian pulled away, "Sure thing, Chef!", he exclaimed, "Glad I can be of help."

"Shut up and make me a sandwich, bitch!"

Ian grabbed Mickey's neck, nudging to look at him "One bitch sandwich coming right up, Chef!" Warm lips pressed a kiss to his temple.

"Make two. I'm not sharing."

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it" he replied with a knowing smile.

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After the were done eating, Ian started clearing up the table and filling the dish washer. Mickey brough their empty glasses, setting them on the counter and looped his arms around his husband.

"I could have done it myself, you know” Ian argued.

“I know. But you don’t have to.” Mickey just wrapped his arms around him tighter. "I kinda like cooking together."

Ian turned around and flipped them, pushing his partner against the counter, "By cooking together you mean you cooking and me trying to distract you? Because I can definitely get behind that idea."

"I have an idea of what you can get behind..."

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah."

"Let's go Mr. Gallagher! I want to give my compliments to the chef properly..."

[bard-llama]

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

Oooh, good questions! Thanks for asking!

Hmmm. For 3 - I have this pattern where I think I'll never write a trope and then end up taking it as a challenge to write it my way. So... not sure there's actually one I wouldn't touch - but also, feel free to send me trope ideas and I'll see if I can spin them to my liking lol

7 is haaaaaard, so I'll do 12 next XD Honestly... I guess The Blue Spirit episode just for the potential of what it gives us? Like, the realization that this antagonist character who is loud and shouty and fiery can also be this sneaky, stealthy person who HELPS the protagonist... I mean, I'm also an enemies to friends/lovers fan, so this episode gives that some juice. But in general, I enjoy s1 AUs and playing with how things could go differently

(One of) My Favorite Piece(s) of Prose

Okay, so my memory is fleeting and I have a LOT of writing out there (like... 470 published fics between my accounts + a billion WiPs), but an atla fic that I keep coming back to is Wan Shi Tong's Uninvited Guests and I think it's 'cause there's still potential for more even though it's done. But I really like this scene (kind of long, so under a cut) and I think it's because like... it's really the epitome of who Aang is, to want to befriend everyone and bring peace and joy to the world. And also, I love Zuko's dubiousness over the frozen frogs as medicine lol

(oh my god, I despise tumblr and their stupid editor that they force you to use now and I can't make this idented without losing ALL the spacing so.... sorry)

Aang pulled back slightly, not releasing him. “Do you remember when I asked if we could’ve been friends a hundred years ago?”

Zuko was vaguely aware of the Avatar’s friends startling, but all he could do was nod, still baffled by it.

“I meant it,” Aang said. “It’s not a hundred years ago, but we’re friends now. I’ve decided.”

Zuko stared. “I… don’t think that’s how it works?” He wasn’t actually sure, given the only real friend he’d ever had before had been his cousin, Lu Ten. Even Mai and Ty Lee were Azula’s friends before they were his. 

“No, it is,” Aang said, not an ounce of uncertainty in his voice. “You’re mine now.”

Sputtering, Zuko tried to find words, but there really were none. 

“Aang,” Sokka groaned, slapping a hand against his face. “You are not supposed to adopt the guy trying to capture you.”

“Why not?” Aang asked, genuine. Sokka appeared no more capable than Zuko was of finding the words to explain the absurdity that was the Avatar deciding to befriend Zuko. 

There was something kind of flattering about that, but Zuko didn’t understand why. Why would the Avatar care about him!?

“Because I can,” Aang said simply, grey eyes meeting his gaze directly. “Because you deserve to have friends and I want to be one. Because I think you’re interesting and I like you and I want to get to know you.” Aang shrugged, smiling slightly as he concluded, “because you’re Zuko.”

Zuko… had no fucking clue how to react to that, so he kind of just froze.

Aang’s smile widened and the arms around Zuko’s torso tightened. “It’s okay if you’re not ready to respond yet,” Aang said quietly, looking so ridiculously earnest, “but I’m gonna show you what it means to have a friend.”

“You – what – why?”

“Because someone should and I want it to be me,” Aang said. 

Zuko blinked rapidly, trying to process that. “...you do remember the part where I chased you all over the world, right?”

“I do,” Aang nodded. “I also remember the part where you saved me.”

“Wait,” Katara and Sokka shared a look, “what!?”

Zuko flushed. “I was helping myself,” he mumbled, embarrassed. 

“So?” Aang shrugged. “You still saved me. Even if you do the right thing for the wrong reason, you’re still doing the right thing. That matters.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Twinkletoes?” the new earthbender girl said. Uncle had said her name was… Tough? That didn’t seem quite right.

“It was before we went to the North Pole,” Aang said, not releasing Zuko. “I got captured by Zhao, and Zuko saved me.”

“What!?” Katara sounded worried, but Sokka looked more angry. “Where were we!?”

“You were sick!” Aang said into Zuko’s chest. It was kind of weird to have someone clinging to him who was talking to someone else, but for some reason, Zuko wasn’t struggling to get free. “I had to get frozen frogs for you to suck on to cure you!”

There was a moment’s silence as they all processed that and then Zuko’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Is that what the frogs were about!?”

“Yeah!” Aang nodded vigorously. “They were medicine!”

“...are you sure about that?” Zuko couldn’t help the dubiousness in his voice, but that sounded seriously sketch.

Aang laughed, squeezing his arms around Zuko’s torso for a final time before stepping back. He was smiling brightly and Zuko really didn’t understand why.

“So…” Sokka drawled, “what happens now?”

Zuko sighed heavily, rubbing his face. That was the question, wasn’t it?

He glanced at Aang, but Aang just looked back with a smile, as though totally confident in what Zuko would pick. Why!?

Part of Zuko wanted to attack just to prove him wrong… but really, what was the point? His Father had declared him a traitor and had sent his sister after him to bring him home in chains. Did the terms of his banishment even matter anymore?

And – and if they were right and Father really was wrong… then how could Zuko bring this child who declared friendship with his enemy to the man who would burn him without remorse?

He sighed again. He’d always been a disappointment to his Father, and that wasn’t likely to change soon. But he’d told his Uncle he’d be back, and he tried not to disappoint Uncle. He wasn’t very successful, but… 

He had to try. Uncle was all he had left in this world, and he had to try.

“I left my Uncle in the Misty Palms Oasis,” Zuko said quietly, not quite looking at them. The unspoken admission that he was letting them go was heavy in the air between them.

“Okay,” Aang said. “Do you want a ride?”

Zuko blinked and the Avatar’s companions yelped his name. “What?”

“Do you want a ride?” Aang asked. “I guess we could walk, but Appa would be much faster.”

“...what?”

Aang smiled slightly. “I told you. You’re mine now. You’re not getting rid of me.”

Why did that sound vaguely threatening?

“So,” Aang continued, “do you wanna ride on Appa?”

Honestly, he did. He really, really did. But he couldn’t give in that easily. 

“Don’t you have Avatar stuff to be doing?” he asked. 

“Spreading peace and joy and love,” Aang grinned, “that’s Avatar stuff!”

Zuko had no idea what to say to that. 

“C’mon, come try riding Appa!” Aang encouraged, tugging on the rope that still bound them. 

Zuko sputtered, feeling like he should protest. But… he didn’t really want to walk across the desert when there was an alternative. And the alternative involved flying. 

So he was maybe a little bit excited when he gave in and let Aang drag him up into the saddle. 

“Yip yip,” Aang said even though no one was actually steering the bison. Appa lifted from the sand and as they rose upwards, the air around them seemed to cool slightly. The wind blew through Zuko’s hair and he could see around for miles, and while there was nothing to actually see, it was still incredible.

This entire day had been like sailing through a tsunami, but even though Zuko didn’t know what would happen next, it was somehow easy to let himself lean into the wind and allow the tension to uncoil from his spine.

[chemmycherry]

Meant to be yours // Blueycapsules Jeremike (angst)

Inspired by Meant To Be Yours from The Heathers musical

TW//major character death

Jeremy was running from the boy whom he once thoughts was shy and lovely. That smile on his face did not resemble love but rather obsessiveness. He didn't know when this started but it was certainly recent. In the past week, Fritz kept him closer than before, dragging him everywhere and keeping him on a close look. This made Jeremy uncomfortable as he couldn't focus on his work nor hang out with Joan without Fritz being at a 5-meter distance and staring at him. He didn't know what snapped in him but it was taking a toll on him.

Jeremy told him on that day he wanted some space from Fritz because he has been acting weird. Rather than the sweet reaction he always got from him, Fritz's expression turned dark.

"If I am not with you, you will die. I don't want you to die, Jeremy," Fritz's mouth turned into a small grin. "I can't let you die like the others around me, I've lost too many people. You are too special to me, you are my everything."

"You are starting to scare me, Fritz," Jeremy was walking backward slowly as his boyfriend was taking slow steps towards him with his arms open.

Jeremy was shaking at this point, he was terrified. They were alone at the pizzeria as Phil left them in charge of closing and Joan was nowhere near to starting her shift yet. Jeremy felt hopeless.

"Jeremy, my dear, I just want to protect you. You will be with me all the time, so nothing can hurt you," Jeremy reached the part of the room he wanted the least. His back touched the wall and he felt cornered at that second. He was looking around. scanning the area, thinking of a way to escape. His boyfriend was turning into a psychopath and he was having none of it.

Soon enough Fritz was in front of him, his two hands resting on the wall and keeping Jeremy between his arms.

Mike felt this huge wave of protectiveness and obsessiveness over Jeremy. He felt ownership over him as if he was only his and nobody can ever touch him, otherwise, he would meet the same fate as Elizabeth. He felt like Jeremy was in constant danger because of the animatronics and the pizzeria itself.

"It's okay darling, I am here to be with you, forever."

With that motion, Mike pressed his lips against Jeremy's but it wasn't passionate. It was forceful and Jeremy didn't feel the love in it. Before this, all the kisses they had was cute and lovely, full of joy but this was nothing but aggressive. Jeremy was slapping and punching Mike's chest lightly, showing him how much he didn't want this.

"Let me go you animal!" Jeremy yelled as he finally broke free and pushed the brown-haired boy away from him. Mike was taken aback as he lost his balance a little. He looked back at Jeremy in disbelief and Jeremy took that as a sign and opportunity to run away from him.

"How DARE you Jeremy? Pushing the only person away who can protect you?! COME BACK HERE!"

Jeremy turned around and ran as fast as he could through the hallway. Turning left and right but it felt like Fritz was still just beside him, meanwhile, Mike was just walking and listening to where Jeremy was going. He had a plan in case things would go wrong and he knew Jeremy wouldn't be able to leave the place so easily. Mike had the keys to the front and back door. If only Jeremy knew about this.

For Jeremy, it felt like an eternity running around the place, pushing tables and chairs when he could. He then reached the staff room which he entered and quickly locked himself in.

"Jeremy...baby...love," Mike called for his lover who was scared for his life behind the locked doors. Fritz's voice was trying to sound nice and charming at first but then after he realized he lost track of Jeremy, he was fuming. "Jeremy dear, if you want to be safe and protected, you have to come out and be by my side, forever!"

Jeremy was shaking with fear in the dark room. He didn't dare to switch on the lights, fearing they could be seen from the outside. He covered his mouth with his hand, muffling his cries as his tears left his eyes.

Jeremy really had to silence his cries as he heard footsteps going by the door. He saw the shadows underneath and held onto his dear life Fritz wouldn't bang on the door. Jeremy was pushing his weight onto the door, in case Fritz would decide to break in. The tension in the air was strong, he was praying no creaks or sound behind the door would be heard or he wouldn't see the end of it. His body didn't even twitch.

"Jeremyyyyy," sang Fritz in a cute way, or at least he tried to, calling for his boyfriend. When the footsteps and noise got quieter, Jeremy took the chance and ran for it. He opened the door as quietly as he could, looked around then bashed it open and ran for the emergency exit. If only it was that easy.

As Jeremy was running towards the exit, he took a glimpse behind his back and smiled in relief as he didn't see Fritz nowhere near behind him. Then as he turned his head around, he bumped into a male figure. There was only one option who it could be, as only two of them were in the building.

Jeremy fell to the ground from the collision but the person stayed on their feet.

"Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy..." spoke Fritz as he looked down on his lover. "Why are you trying to get away from me? I'm only here to protect you."

"N-no! You want to make me yours as if I was an object! I have a life and you want to take everything joyful out of it!" Jeremy looked at Fritz with an upset expression. Yet this only made Mike have an evil grin on his face. Just like his father used to smile before he ended the lives of his victims.

"Oh my dear," Fritz squatted down to Jeremy's eye level. "Why are you playing so hard to get? Just grab my hand and we can be together, forever."

Mike held his hand out for Jeremy, but the blonde boy wasn't stupid enough to fall for his trick.

"Fuck that!" Jeremy slapped Fritz's hand away. "I'm not doing that! You have changed! This isn't the Fritz I fell in love with! He was nice and sweet, but you are scaring me! I don't want to be with you if you keep me away from everything," Jeremy felt the tears forming in his eyes. Fritz was taken aback as he thought he would have Jeremy wrapped around his fingers by now. Mike also felt tears forming in his eyes but this only made his grin grow wider. He could only chuckle at him.

"It's because Fritz isn't here anymore Jeremy," the blonde boy looked at his partner with confusing eyes.

"But Michael is."

Jeremy couldn't make out what he tried to say with this, but he knew one thing for sure.

The boy he liked and kissed with love was no longer in front of him. It was someone else, completely different. The more he looked at him, the more he resembled Dave a little. That terrified him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jeremy crawled back a little, trying to escape.

"I'm in love ,Jeremy, I'm in love with you Jeremy~" Michael gave Jeremy a smile that was rather creepy than lovely. "And I will do everything not lose you."

"You have just lost me with what you are doing. I can't do this if you are obsessive with me. This isn't you!" Jeremy was now crying. "I loved you Fritz, I really did but something changed in you. A-and that scares me. I don't like the new Fritz, so please."

"Leave me alone."

Jeremy stood up and ran to the security room. Mike stared at the ground after what Jeremy said. He thought about it and didn't know what to do. It felt like his consciousness came back. Something really did snap in him as he felt like Jeremy was in constant danger. Was he the danger? Was he going crazy? Was he taking after his father? He looked at his hands and they were shaking. Why were they shaking?

The sound of Jeremy's footsteps faded away slowly and it reminded him of when he let Liz run away from him after their argument. Then her death. The guilt started to build inside him and slowly eat him up.

"Jeremy is going to die. He is running to his death." was all Mike could hear in his head. He knew he had to go after him. He had to correct what he as done and said. Jeremy was right. Something changed and he didn't know what it was either, but it scared him. He knew he fucked up and wished he could turn back time but oh how many times Michael had wished that. But he still had a chance to fix this.

Mike stood up and took after Jeremy. He could hear his loud sniffles and followed the sounds. He saw his shadow take a turn to the security office. When Mike took the last corner he saw Jeremy sobbing, leaning next to the desk. Mike walked slowly to him, trying not to disturb him more than he did.

"Jeremy..." Mike spoke after he reached the open entrance.

Jeremy looked up and Mike saw his red, cried-out eyes. He was hugging his knees close to him.

"I told you to leave me the fuck alone!" Jeremy yelled. "Stop fucking following me!"

"But Jeremy-"

"No! I'm done!" Jeremy stood up and faced Michael. "I'm done with your crazy shit! You are obsessive and-and you need help! I don't know what has gotten into you but I don't like it!"

As Jeremy was shouting Mike heard a static noise in the background which Jeremy didn't seem to take notice of. This made Mike stressed, he had a gut feeling something bad was going to happen. He had felt like this before.

"Jeremy."

"No! Shut up! I have had enough! If this isn't the Fritz I know and love talking then I don't want to hear it!"

More static noise came from the ceiling. As if it was moving around. The gut feeling grew bigger in Mike and he wanted to walk toward Jeremy but something didn't let him. He tried to take slow steps but that only made the other boy take a step backward.

"Jeremy, listen-"

"No! I won't fucking listen! You listen! Until you change back I don't want to talk to you!"

Michael looked up at the ceiling and saw where the static noise came from.

Mangle.

"Jeremy, you hav-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY FRITZ!" Mike took a step back because of the yelling.

Mangle was moving like a snake and Jeremy didn't feel their presence. He continued yelling and crying. His bottled-up emotions were let out in the worst way possible.

Jeremy wanted to hug and punch Fritz at the same time. He loved him but his behavior just set something off in him. He missed the shy Fritz he had a crush on. He missed his hugs and small kisses, the jokes they had together and the walks they went on when they didn't have work. The way he held his hand and the look Fritz had when Jeremy was talking about something. Those shiny dots in his eyes were now gone and Jeremy didn't know what has happened.

He missed Fritz.

He couldn't do much more than cry his heart out as he put his head into his palm. He screamed and cried. He was broken and he needed Fritz.

Mike sensed the pain in his voice and he wanted to hug his partner so badly. He wanted to comfort him and tell him how much he loves him but it didn't seem like that could work.

"Jeremy-" Mike took a step forward.

"JUST FUCK OFF! I DON'T WANT YOU NEAR ME!" Jeremy looked up at Fritz.

The static noise stopped which made Mike even more worried. Did Mangle leave just like that? She has been very aggressive in the past weeks and this wasn't like him.

"Jeremy, listen-"

"NO! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!"

"Please-"

"Fritz!"

Silence filled the room.

"I'm sorry, but if you are going to keep being like this, I don't want you near me."

"Jeremy, ple-"

"I said, I DON'T WANT YOU NEAR ME! LEAVE! YOU SCARE ME, DON'T YOU GET IT!?"

"JEREMY-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT FRITZ! I DON'T L-"

Then what Michael feared the most has become true. Jeremy's last unfinished words echoed through the room and his mind as blood splattered everywhere.

Mangle bit into Jeremy's head.

She took his frontal lobe out as they detached themselves from the body. Jeremy stood there, motionless, then his body fell onto the ground.

Mike couldn't move a muscle. His boyfriend was dead. His boyfriend was lying in the puddle of his own blood, lifelessly.

"J-Jeremy?" Mike spoke. His voice was shaking as he didn't want to believe his eyes. "Jeremy?!"

No answer.

The blood was trailing down on the checked pattern floor, reflecting the dark ceiling. The smell of blood and iron filled the room, but that failed to make Mike sick or nauseous at all. He was frozen in place when the realization finally hit him.

He finally ran to him and kneeled down to him. He turned his body towards him and was terrified of what he saw.

Almost half of his head was gone. Jeremy's right eye, skin, and skull were bitten out, and blood gushing out of the hole. Jeremy's last breath left his mouth long ago, all Michael could feel was his body's temperature getting lower and colder. Michael reflected on his actions.

His boyfriend was gone.

All because of him.

All because he wanted to protect him.

All because he was an Afton.

All because he took after William.

All because he loved him too much.

[stoptellinglieslois]

Love fair Act 12

Clark Kent human x Dick Grayson vampire no capes and tights only fangs and might alternative universe Clark pov.

Clark pov

"Come Clark you can't stay here bring your family with us and stay with me." The vampire said I stood still like everything was in slow motion. "But I.." I stammered. "But nothing you want to stay in the rubble of a home. I have shelter and I have a warm stay with me please I will state it is not safe here anymore." What do's he mean not safe anymore why would he say that.

But I was planted in place like a lug. "Please I promise you will be safe with me Clark." He held out his hand like an invisible offer. I looked at my mother who never missed a beat of what was going on watching between me and Richard, I had no words to describe her expression she knew exactly what he was and that is a revelation of it's own.

"Why does my son need to go with you my house is burned down to chard, This whole thing with that man coming to my house with all those beasts does it have anything to do with you." Mom got closer to us and got even closer to Richard's personal space.

Richard stared at mom for a few moments and nodded his head to her to answer her question. A sharp slap across Richard's cheek and his head went back to one side long dark locks flung to one side.

But Richard's composer is calm and collective he faced mom and his reaction is as if she never hit him. "If he stays here he will be hunted like a dog I have been running forever, I will take him with me he can't stay here anymore and have a normal life." Mom looked at him sternly. "Who is after you." Mom spat out she hates this more than I ever will.

"Witches are after me one in particular is very much more skilled then the random every day run of the mill witches how burn sage and wood." I went still because I knew what he meant by the witches or wizards. "He will come here and I am not prepared to fend him off." Richard said as honestly as he could be and I didn't know why but I knew inside of me he was being honest but I didn't know why maybe just gut instinct.

"I will treat him well I will give your son the world and back but if we stay here we will be major targets for the mages and wizards. I hope to leave here as soon as possible I have a place where we could go and I am a better candidate to protect your son against these creatures." I wish I had this type of confidences.

"May I know how you discover me so quickly." Richard asked my mother calmness and quietness only the dead know as he regarded my mother sky blue eyes examined her. "A mother always knows what's going on in his son's life." He nodded his head and took my arm and pulled me hard away from my mother.

"Wow wait hang on where are we going."

"I've explain enough we need to go."

"Hang on Richard."

"We are not alone we need to move." Richard whispered and guided me to my car.

"Get in quick."

"Hey stop it your hurting my arm." I yanked my arm hard away from him.

"Drive I will tell you where we need to go on the way." I am scared because this is a faze in my life I was not expecting nor was I willing to change anything in my life, My nephews my parents my teaching career I can't just get up and leave just like this I have responsibility's I have hope for me for them for there future.

But the air surrounding my family burnt home is eerie and thick with something malice and nefarious as it hung in the air like a bat. I didn't know why but something or someone is watching I could feel piercing red eyes watching us like hawk in the sky.

I got in. "Mom go take the boys and don't come back till I tell you." I didn't know why but I felt compelled to tell her that, I never thought I would ever think of uttering those words to her, It was scary but it was there I was stepping into the underworld with unknown medieval vampire prince.

I drove off as I knew I wouldn't see home in a very long time and that's when I knew I was all but cursed.

End of act 12 next is act 13

Thank you for reading

[fqjth]

best friends girl

pairing ➵ tasm!harry osborn x reader x andrew!peter parker

summary ➵ harry grows aware that his best friend has feelings for his girlfriend, confronting him one night at a party

warnings ➵ smut, threesome, drunk sex, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), spanking, choking, slapping, praise!kink, voyeurism

words ➵ 4083

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For someone who had everything, Harry Osborn was an easily jealous man. However, there was one person he was jealous of more than anyone else. Peter Parker. 

He had nothing to do with him wanting the life Peter had. Harry was very content living his rich-boy lifestyle. It had to do with he looked at his girlfriend when he thought Harry wasn't paying attention. He was in love with her. 

This wasn't a secret. Harry knew Peter to be in love with Y/N since they were kids, something she had been oblivious to. He never had the ball to tell her, even when it seemed she liked him back, he wouldn't dare cross the line of friendship. And by the time Harry had asked her out after they graduated high school when he had returned from boarding school, Peter had sworn he was over her. But Harry knew better than that. 

In the beginning, it didn't bother him, Peter's feelings. He was the one she wanted to be with, he was the one she loved, he was the one she fucked every night. He had no reason to be jealous of Peter. That was until he noticed the way she started looking at him, the way she would laugh at his jokes or the way she would talk about him. 

He never brought it up, never asked her if she had formed feelings for him. Serious talks were never his strong point, avoiding them as much as possible. A fact that annoyed Y/N to no end. 

Maybe that's why she grew so fond of Peter, because he actually listened and cared about what she had to say. They shared a few classes together, grew closer because of it. He knew more about her than her own boyfriend, mainly because he wanted to know. He would ask her random questions like what her hobbies were or if she had read any good books lately. Harry never bothered with stuff like that. 

Yet, she loved him, deeply. Harry did care for her, did all he could to make her happy. Which to him was to shower her with gifts and expensive trips around the world. She was grateful for the things he did for her, but material things never meant much to Y/N. 

He would throw lavish parties, something Y/N despised and would often sneak away into some corner with Peter to talk about some random topic that didn't hold too much weight other than the fact that they enjoyed talking about it. It was the little things she preferred, things Peter would give her. 

She would never cheat on Harry, but maybe she already was. Emotional cheating is still cheating, even if she still loved Harry. Was it possible to love them both? To be in love with two guys at the same time? who also happen to be best friends? 

She ignored her feelings, pushing them down as much as possible. Until she would get too drunk, each time getting closer to telling Peter how she felt. Which is what she was worried was gonna happen at this weekend party Harry was hosting.

The party was loud, guests flooding the first level of the Osborn Mansion. Harry had decided to throw a party, as he often did, to distract himself from whatever real-world problem he had to solve. And the only way he knew how to do that was to get as drunk as possible. 

Y/N took advantage of these parties, drinking herself half to death so she could collapse upstairs prematurely as a way to avoid being around Harry's stuck up friends for too long. 

She never enjoyed the people Harry associated himself with, upper-class kids who got a free ride in life because of their parents' money. A luxury Y/N never had. 

"I think I need another drink" Peter laughed from next to her, both sitting at a set of stools that overlooked the large living space of the Osborn household. His glass was empty, as was hers. The two were drunk at this point, Peter holding it together a lot better than she was. He poured the brown liquid into both their glasses, both taking a sip immediately. 

Y/N was being incredibly quiet tonight, more than usual. It worried Peter. He already knew how much she hated these parties Harry would throw, she constantly talked about it. But tonight seemed different, seemed like something else was bothering her. 

"Can we talk?" she asked, almost too soft for him to hear. She looked up at him, a stray piece of hair fell across her face, begging him to move it behind her ear. However, he wouldn't dare touch her, he wouldn't do that to Harry. Peter nodded at her question, expecting her to start talking about what she wanted to. "Upstairs? I need somewhere with no people".

Peter's heart dropped in his chest, nervous about being alone with her upstairs. It was not like they hadn't been up there alone before, especially at these parties. It was the fact that last time this had happened, he tried to kiss her. Something up until this point he thought she had forgotten, too drunk to remember anything from that night. 

They made their way upstairs, entering Harry's bedroom before shutting the door. Peter turned to her with a soft expression, readying himself to apologise for his actions the previous weekend. 

"Do you think Harry is good enough for me?" she asked, snapping Peter out of his thoughts. He suddenly wondered why she brought him up to have this conversation, one they could've easily had downstairs. "I mean, you know us both well. Do you think we're good for each other?" she rephrased her question eye's glancing down at the floor as if she were too scared to look at him.

"I think Harry needs to learn to care for you better" He confessed, stepping closer to Y/N. Nothing too close, but close enough that he could reach out and touch her he wanted to. "But he loves you, and you love him. When you love someone, you should fight for them" he smiled, his words paining him. 

Y/N went to respond, words she knew she would regret about to fall from her lips where the door opened with a loud creak. Neither were aware they had been followed or watched coming upstairs.

"I thought I would find you two in here, alone" Harry appeared in the doorway, drink in hand and sounding incredibly intoxicated. The way he spoke his last, with such spite and jealousy made Peter incredibly nervous. He took a step back from the girl, returning a safe distance between the two. A low laugh left Harry's lips. "Don't let me stop you, Parker" he spoke, bringing his glass upwards and taking a sip. 

"Harry, nothing happened" Y/N spoke softly, truthfully. Another laugh left her boyfriend as he leaned against the doorframe, swirling his drink in his hand. He watched the liquid for a moment before looking towards Peter.

"I bet you were hoping something would happen, hey Pete?" His question came across more of a statement, nodding towards his friend. Peter looked at him shocked, wide-eyed while he looked back forth between Harry and Y/N. He went to speak, to correct his friend on his intentions with his girlfriend but Harry interrupted. "Don't try and defend yourself, Pete. I'm not stupid" He dropped his glass to his side, taking a slow step towards the two. "I see the way you look at her, the way you look at each other like it's taking everything in you not to fuck right now". 

Y/N was taken aback by his words. She looked up at Peter, who was avoiding all eye contact with her. "Bit embarrassed are we, Pete?" Harry's tone was cold, laughing as he spoke. "Like come on, just admit you want to fuck my girlfriend!" He raised his voice, laughing through his words. His angry undertone contradicted the smile he wore on his face.

"You're drunk" Peter spoke, voice low and calm as he tried to calm down his friend. The truth was, they were all incredibly drunk at this point, Harry just more so. 

"Look at her and tell her you're not in love with her!" Harry demanded. He used his glass to point at Y/N, who had turned her attention back to Peter. He didn't look, refusing his friends command. "Do it, Pete! Tell her you haven't been in love with her since we were kids! Tell her!" He was practically yelling at this point, Y/N glad the music downstairs was loud enough to drown out this conversation. 

Peter finally turned, looking down at the girl whose eyes were fixated on him. He shook his head, mouth agape but unable to speak. She could tell now that what Harry was saying was true, it was written all over his face. He couldn't lie to her, he couldn't bring himself to. Peter Parker was in love with his best friends girl. 

They had been looking at each other in silence, understanding one another without having to speak. "There we go" Harry spoke, quieter than he had been before, softer. He took one last sip from his glass before placing it on the dresser next to the doorway. "Kiss her" His demand caused both Peter and Y/N to face him, both shocked at his words. Another low laugh left his lips, "I mean it. I'm giving you permission. Kiss her".

"Now you're just being ridiculous," Y/N said, shaking her head at the obscure demand with a tilted smile. 

"Just do it!" He raised his voice again, shouting his demand. Y/N and Peter turned to look at each other again, almost in fear of the man who shared their space. Y/N leant up and placed a quick and chaste kiss upon his lips, Peter mirroring her action. Harry chuckled at their attempt, "Come on, you can do better than that! Kiss her like you mean it, Parker!".

Peter looked down at Y/N, his eye's asking for permission to kiss her again. She nodded, face heating up as he placed his hand on her cheek to pull her closer. Their lips collided, softer and more gentle than before. They melded together, moving perfectly in time with one another. 

Peter pulled away first, feeling himself getting too caught up in the moment. Harry watched from his spot against the wall, arms crossed as he observed closely. "See, that wasn't that hard" all coldness and anger had left his voice, as if he had enjoyed what he had just witnessed. A smile was painted on his lips. 

He walked towards them casually, kissing Y/N once close enough. Both she and Peter were confused, not understanding what exactly was going on. "Kiss him again" Harry whispered, hands cupping his girlfriend's face. He turned her head, softly forcing her to kiss Peter once again. 

The kiss was the same as before, gentle as their lips moved against one another. Harry stood directly next to them, hand resting on the back of Y/N head as he played with her hair. He watched as they kissed, almost moaning at the sight. He had to admit it to himself, watching his girlfriend make out with his best friend was a turn on. His pants began to tighten. 

"Harry..." Y/N spoke, slowly pulling away from Peter's lips. She looked at him with questioning eyes, still confused about what was going on.

Peter, on the other hand, had an idea of what Harry was thinking. He had noticed the bulge that had formed in his friends pants, mimicking the one growing in his own. The two looked at each other, an unspoken understanding resting between them. 

Harry smiled as he glanced back down at his girlfriend. "You're mine, sweetheart" He spoke softly, placing a small kiss upon her cheek. "And I'm happy to share you, if I get to join in on the fun" his words whispered against her ear sent a shiver down her back. She could feel his grin against her skin as he planted another kiss on her cheek. "Are you okay with that, Pete?" Harry turned his attention to his friend, smiling. 

Peter looked down at Y/N, mind racing as dirty thoughts clouded every corner. "Only if that's okay with you" He addressed her, needing to know that she wanted this. He never would want her in a position where she felt uncomfortable or felt she had to do something she didn't want to do. Both Peter and Harry looked at her, waiting for an answer.

Was this really happening? she thought to herself. Was Harry really proposing she have a threesome with him and Peter? She didn't hate the idea. In fact, the thought of having both her boyfriend and the man she had been pining over, the two men she loved fucking her at the same time turned her on more than she would ever admit out loud. Plus, she was too drunk at this point to care about any consequences that might come later. 

Y/N looked up at the two and nodded her head. "Use your words, sweetheart" Harry whispered, placing a kiss on her neck, the spot that always made her melt. 

She nodded again. "I want to" she sighed, closing her eyes as Harry attacked her sweet spot. He pulled at Peter's shirt, forcing him down to kiss Y/N once again, lips still leaving slopping kisses upon her skin, standing behind her as he did so. Peter's hands landed on her waist, gripping tight as he kissed her. 

Harry pulled on her hair with a small tug, transferring her kiss to his lips. This happened a few times, Y/N kissing Harry and Peter back and forth. Their hands wandered her body, Harry unzipping the back of her dress while Peter helped it fall to the ground. She stood before them, wearing panties and her chest bare. Peter couldn't help but stare at the sight, almost drooling as he engraved every curve into his mind. 

Harry chuckled at his friend's admiration. "She's perfect, isn't she" He cheered, hand wrapping around her front as he slipped two fingers under her pantie line. "Like a work of art" humming against her ear, he pressed her clit, rubbing tight circles. Her head fell against his shoulder, back pressed against his clothed torso. 

Peter watched, not sure what to do. Harry's eyes locked with his, lust-filled and hungry. "Touch her, Pete" he nodded, granting the final form of permission Peter was looking for. A small moan escaped Y/N's lips as Peter palmed one of her breasts, the other fell into his mouth as his tongue licked at her nipple. 

It was an unknown sensation, having two men touch her at the same time. Euphoric as she felt pleasure build inside her. She squirmed under their touch, Harry holding by the waist to keep her steady. A string of soft moans left her, a pool of wetness forming in her underwear. Her body called for more, craving to be filled up. The feeling of Harry toying with her clit and Peter flicking her nipple with his tongue sent her over the edge, coming undone as her legs shook underneath her, 

The sounds she was making were making it difficult for Harry to control himself. He spun her around, causing her to face him instead of Peter. He placed a rough kiss onto her lips before forcing her onto her knees. It didn't take long before his belt was on the floor next to them, pants unzipped as he freed his throbbing cock. In an almost trained way, Y/N instinctively placed the head of his dick into her mouth. 

Peter didn't know where to look, unsure if it was appropriate to look down at what was happening. Harry's hands fell in Y/N's hair, forcing her head down as his cock slipped into her mouth. He sighed at the feeling, heading falling back momentarily before looking at Peter. "She's our's to share tonight, Pete" Harry gestured for him to remove his pants as he did. 

Slowly, Peter unbuckled his pants before revealing his growing erection. Harry looked down, he nodded at his friend, impressed by his size. 

Harry pulled Y/N away from his dick, tugging her hair to force her to look up at him. He caressed her face, admiring her beauty for a moment before turning her attention to Peter. 

Y/N was eye level with his tip, not taking much time to think before allowing him to sink into her mouth. He was bigger than Harry, only slightly, but enough that made it harder for her to fit the whole thing into her mouth without gagging. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping what she couldn't fit. Peter moaned, her lips wrapped around him felt like heaven. 

She faced outwards, hands stretched out, each holding the men's shafts. She pumped them at the same rhythm, her mouth differing between the two, head moving back and forth as her mouth filled up with their cocks. It almost felt natural to her, pleasing both men at the same time. 

"Fuck" Peter sighed, bucking his hips as to cause more friction. He could feel himself getting close, her warm mouth driving him crazy. 

"We're not done yet, Pete" Harry chuckled, stepping away from the girl on the floor. Y/N look up at the two, leaving behind a string of spit as she removed her mouth from around Peter. Harry unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his torso. "Haven't even gotten to the best part yet" he winked. He helped Y/N off the floor, guiding her over to the bed. 

Harry hooked his fingers under her panties, ripping them off in one quick motion. All three were now naked, bare in front of each other.  Harry laid on the bed, resting himself against the headboard as he moved Y/N in front of him, her back laid against his torso. 

"Look at her" Harry spoke with admiration. He directed his words to Peter, who was standing at the foot of the bed. Her skin burned from his gaze, the feeling of him watching turning her on even more. She spread her legs, her wetness glistening in the light. Her fingers slid down her slit, spreading her wetness evenly. Peter watched as she pleasured herself, beckoning him to help her. 

He crawled his way towards her, laying flat on the bed as his face met her core. He looked up, both Harry and Y/N looking down at him. His gaze quickly shifted back to where she was wet, his fingers replacing hers as he toyed with her slit. 

"Peter..." She moaned as he slipped two digits inside her, his long fingers reaching where she couldn't. Her head fell back against Harry's chest, one hand wrapped around her neck with a soft grip as the other palmed her breast, fingers teasing her nipple. He placed a kiss on her temple. 

Peter attached his mouth, drinking up her juices, pumping his fingers as he did so. She squirmed under his touch, Harry tightening his grip around her throat as she did. "That feel good, baby?" he hummed against her ear, "Feel good being shared around like the good little slut you are?". His words were enough to send her over the edge, feeling herself close to coming undone. She tightened around Peter's fingers as he picked up his speed, allowing her cum in his mouth as a loud moan escaped her. 

Peter back away, pumping his cock in his hand. As he tried to move closer, Harry stopped him. Although he was fine with Peter touching her, Harry wanted to be the first out of the two to fuck her, needed to be. 

Harry was now hovering over her, Peter laying directly next to her on the adjacent pillow. Her hand wrapped around Peter's shaft, pumping slowly as Harry lined himself up at her entrance, pushing himself in with no warning. He was never one to start slow, already thrusting his hips into her with force. 

Loud moans echoed throughout the room, bouncing off each wall. Harry gripped her hips, moving her body in time with his. "Kiss her" he demanded, grabbing Peter's face and moving towards Y/N. He did what he said, kissing her as her moans became muffled. Harry threw his head back in pleasure, his own moans escaping him. "Fucking hell" he sighed, feeling a pressure building inside him. 

He pulled out, moments before he fully came undone. He wasn't quite ready to finish just yet. The feeling dissipating slowly. "Your turn, Parker" Harry spoke, slightly out of breath. 

Peter shifted his position, moving off the bed entirely until he stood at the end of it as he did before. He pulled on Y/N's legs, pulling her closer to the edge of the mattress. He flipped her over in one swift motion, her ass now on full display as her legs dangled off the foot of the bed. Harry had taken her spot on the bed, laying against the same pillow she had. Her mouth was inches from his tip, hand already wrapping around his shaft as Peter slowly pushed himself inside her. 

She moaned at the stretch, his cock reaching deeper than Harry's did. Peter was nothing like him, taking his time with slow thrusts rather than quick ones. Her pussy welcomed him, warm and wet as it pulled him in repeatedly. Soft sighs fell from her lips. 

Harry watched with jealous eyes, the emotion as well as the fact that Y/N had just slipped his entire cock down her throat made that same pressure from before return instantly. 

Peter picked up his pace, matching Harry's rough and forced ones from before. Y/N hummed against her boyfriend's dick, gagging as moans tried to escape. Harry forced her head down, taking control of her movements as his hands fell into her hair. Tears swelled in her eyes from the constant hammering of both her throat and her pussy. 

Peter left one, two, three, four spanks on her ass. Small whimpers left her lips, pulling herself away from Harry to get some air. He gripped her face, slapping her. "Look so pretty like this, baby" he praised, "so pretty taking two cocks at once".  He forced her head back down, bucking his hips into her mouth. 

Harry was edging closer to finishing, he watched closely as Peter fucked his girlfriend. She gagged on his dick again, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure through his body. "Fuck" he moaned, "Gonna cu-". He finished in her mouth, holding her there as he did so. 

Y/N lifted her head once more, gasping for air as a bit of Harry's cum that she failed to swallow dripped off her lip. "Good girl" he hummed, playing with her hair as she fell forward into his lap. 

Peter was getting close himself, his pace becoming unsteady as his movements became messy. She tightened around him, close to her own undoing. He reached his arm around, finger grazing her swollen clit as her third orgasm came to the surface. "That's right, sweetheart" Harry spoke, "Cum around his cock. Be a good little slut and cum around another man's cock". His word broke her, unable to hold it back anymore. She pulsated around Peter, a scream like moan leaving her body as she reached her peak. 

The feeling finished him off, pulling himself out before cuming onto her back. 

She collapsed, allowing her body some rest. Peter stepped away, quickly putting his boxers back on as he handed Harry his as well as Y/N's. Harry laughed at the gesture, thanking his friend before moving off the bed to get changed. Y/N moved herself into the middle of the bed, closer to the pillows after shimmering her panties back on. Harry laid next to her, allowing her to rest her head against his chest.

She was drifting off the sleep, the overstimulation causing her to need rest. Peter got dressed back into his party attire, not speaking a word, suddenly feeling awkward about what had just happened. 

"Hey, Pete" Harry whispered as not to wake Y/N. Peter turned his head, facing the two on the bed. "Don't forget, she's still mine. No matter if this happens again, she's mine".

Peter nodded, understanding that Harry's words came off as a warning and not a statement. He left the room, closing the large wooden doors behind him.  

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authors note ➵ this needed to be written and i will not apologise

i rushed in some parts so hopefully it still made sense

[fatuilady]

— 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭. (NSFW)

✦ word count : 1.7𝐤

✦ feat : 𝐆𝐍 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 , [𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭] 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

✦ cw : 𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 , 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 , 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 , 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 , 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 , 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 :

— a certain fatui member is insistent that those of his level of importance don't have time to spare to waste on crying. little did he know, his rival intended to take him up on his statement all with the intent to conclude just exactly how much it takes to make a harbinger cry.

'Harbingers don't cry. It's below somebody of my position.'

The fatui's most valued redhead wore his confidence through his infamous, upturned smirk. He held his relaxed arms knotted together in definite security, crossed against his chest as he lifted his chin to further assert his prior statement. Though he spoke in a self-assured tonality, cockiness resonated in his ultimatum.

It was surely said to coax a remark from you, it was too obviously laced with brimming arrogance to not be some form of verbal mouse trap. It was amusing, how he attempted to retain his mirage of false strength.

'Is that so?'

You pursed your lips, allowing him to add to his curiously delusive ideology. His impudence was mildly beguiled and for the first instance in the whole of your passive-aggressive rivalry, his nerve began to agitate every one of yours. Challenging him with a simple three-part chuckle, you observed him as he shifted his posture. Just how much would it take to change his thesis?

'Tears come from weakness, something that I refuse to display.'

On it's own, it was a rather insensitive statement, considering he was by no means unshakeable. You both knew very well that he was going to contradict himself strongly in due time.

He was going to eat those words.

And he was going to like it.

You tied each finger into the auburn wefts atop his head, stray hints of frustration collecting together as he writhes, shifting and squirming. It was something you had discovered in the moment: he was incredibly hair sensitive. The way your nails dug into his tender scalp, pulling on every fibre sent electrical pulses through his skin.

Tugging sharply, you craned his head to the left. From such stark force, he stumbled, both on his feet and on a choked out groan. It was laughable, how quickly the tables turned at your hands.

'Harbingers don't cry?'

His previously smirking lip now quivered as you projected your words right into his ear. Admittedly, he made his statement with an absent mind. Would he have expected such a one-dimensional outlook would leave him back exposed, red-kneed as his rivalling other half forced each of his four limbs into the hardwood?

Would he have expected to warm up so easily to the situation?

No, but it was more likely than he thought.

You alleviated your grip on his hair, consequently dropping him onto his palms. He flinched once more as his forearms quaked, barely able to support the weight of your hefty boot on his lower back. He should have been thankful you blessed him with permission to keep his pants, however the elemental energy you emanated stung his bare back, torturing him as he shivered with anticipation.

'Pathetic, really.'

With utmost care, he peeked behind him through the space between his quivering forelimbs.

Childe's usual front, being the fatui's most infamous prodigy, didn't allow him to show any sign of submissiveness, however, what he saw flushed him with a feeling he'd never even considered before. It was one of desperation.

One of want.

One of need.

A critical shadow cut across your face, cast sinisterly over your newfound sadistic smile. It bore into him, made him feel queasy, weak at the joints. It was wrong for him to feel excitement prickle upon seeing you assert him in such a way. It was wrong for him to betray the very rules of his nation in the name of his own masochistic desire. It was wrong for him to want to brand the outlines of your sick face into his mind with a hot iron. It was wrong for him to indulge in the very actions he enjoyed inflicting on others.

Yet, it felt right to entertain them.

It felt right to submit and toss the coin to it's most opposite face.

It felt all too right to fall prey to his feral instincts.

'P-please...'

The address was barely audible in ordinary circumstances, but in a barren room, it was alarmingly loud. So loud that Childe couldn't recognise his own voice. It was subordinate, faltering and breaking apart with every syllable. The eleventh harbinger had never uttered such a word in his life; it was an address to a superior, something someone of his recognised status would never dream of choking out underneath someone he held such strong taunting against.

You caught ear of what he uttered, much to his controversial dismay. It was indeed a delight to hear on your part. Pressing your boot further into the base of his spine, you revelled in his weary whimpers. For such an accomplished warrior, he seemed particularly weak to human touch. Perhaps it was a double-edged blade, performing so well that no opponent could touch him also meant that in this irregular instance, he upheld the resistance of a flimsy piece of parchment when it came to withstanding another's force. Entertaining this now obvious forbidden fantasy of his, you unsheathed one of the two foils, a particular favourite from your personal arsenal, from the holsters on your back. It was thin, made rigid with elemental energy in the same way that he materialised his own blades.

They suited you well in previous duels, never once had they failed you against the tyranny of the Fatui, so it was unlikely they would betray you against an unarmed, unhelped and so clearly sexually frustrated opponent.

Such a weapon would not have intimidated him usually, in fact, he also knew how to use it perfectly well and precisely. This time, it struck a kind of taboo enjoyment within him. You performed much differently to him in the dance of battle: he was a jack of all trades, you were more concentrated as a master of one. As you leaned into him once more, you traced the charged edge over his shoulder blades, feeling the muscles underneath contract and tense under your fervorous guidance.

Your control was indeed as masterful as he expected, possibly even too much for him.

'What was that?' You mused, through an invasive grin.

He gasped, the last of his depleting reasoning was begging him to come to his senses. It was quickly fading away into mere electrical impulses that made him twitch with every subtle move. Sabre now pressed to his throat, he felt the power of your vision burn into his skin, adam's apple resting uncomfortably on top of the honing edge.

You were waiting impatiently for a response, minutes elapsed and you quickly discovered you would have to coax it out of him. Digging the blade in further, you forced him onto his knees just so he could avoid an accidental demise.

Truthfully, he wouldn't have minded going out this way. If it was to a more despised enemy, he'd turn his nose at even the thought, but with you, his mind wandered like a lost puppy.

'p-please, m-m...'

He seemed as though he was going to choke out another few syllables, but caught himself, or more likely, became tied up on his own tongue.

'I want that in words,'

'f-a-ah~ p-please, [NAME] I-I'll beg, I swe-swear-'

Before he could finish his statement, you disenchanted your foil, allowing it to lose its structure, falling into a long strand connected to a handle. With a careless flick, it coiled around his neck thrice, all whilst leaving an arm's length of cord, more than enough for you to tug on sharply. He jolted upwards, vocals breaking as he wailed.

'Then beg.'

Childe's eyes widened, the sheer cold was like lightning, superconducting across his skin. It felt euphoric, pinning and placing freezing, soothing pressure on each and every torn muscle. Brimming tears started to swell in his waterline.

How utterly humiliating.

'[N-NAME]...m-ma-' he took a moment to swallow back the saliva pooling in his mouth at the sultry thoughts beating him up below, 'm-make me cry.'

'Is that what you want, pretty boy?' He crumbled at the nickname.

'p-prove m~me wrong...'

And there was all the confirmation you needed.

Taking your chance to dual wield your two rapiers, you disenchanted the other and with one forceful swoop, lashed it right across his bare back.

The initial sound was one of pain, but in mutual desire, he melted into the succeeding throbbing, the stinging coaxing unholy sounds to tumble so effortlessly from his lips. He was very well already on his way to Cloud 9, mind spinning with wishful stars as his vision became blurred.

'youre so pretty when you cry,' you cooed, knowing his pants would be far beyond uncomfortable at this point. Another lash.

'f-gahh~ pl-plea-'

Again.

'It's- too- too much,' you leaned down to kiss his blushing earlobes, listening to him sob over his embarrassing request, 'I- n-need t-'

Again.

'Touch yourself? how crude.' Biting the handle of the cord around his neck, you used your now free hand to hook around the front waistband of his pants. 'Go ahead. That is, if you're so desperate to be vulgar.'

You traced the wicked serpents tongue over his back this time.

A thought quickly came to pass. Your vision trinket illuminated a gentle hue as you crystallised the surface in front of him. Puzzled, initially, he only realised it's purpose when he suddenly saw his reflection gaping back at him, scarlet faced with glazed eyes. You had made the surface reflective with elemental energy, all with the purpose of allowing him to see himself come undone at the seams.

'Are you going to begin? or are you to embarrassed to watch yourself?' Leaning into his other ear, you could feel the hot air from his panting, 'would you rather me drag you like a dog all the way back to Snezhnaya so the Tsaritsa can look upon you in this condition?'

The sounds of his muffled moans and wet slapping of raw skin started to fill the room. Just like that.

'I hope you intend to clean this mess you're making, Ajax, you're leaking all over the floor.'

You were more intent now just to watch him cradle himself to desperately over your mere presence alone, how could you resist disrupting him with occasional thrashing, causing him to jerk his hand harshly.

The eleventh harbinger was foaming at the mouth, growing more non-verbal with every shot you took at him like he was merely just a discarded hilichurl training dummy. It was a cocktail of eroticism, pleading whines, tortured whimpers and shameful cries all shaken up as one.

Childe wasn't usually one to complete his process so quickly, mostly saving the build up, so this was something new for him. He made eye contact with you through the makeshift mirror, the look in his eyes telling you he was about to pop. He had discarded his concern for volume long ago, keen to ride out the feeling under your stern supervision. He figured it was drawing to a close soon, so gave it his all.

You didn't like that.

One of your whips wrapped itself around his working hand, tugging it forcefully away from his work. For a brief moment, he had allowed himself to indulge himself to a point where he forgot who's mercy he was under.

'Ajax.'

You trailed your tongue across his salty cheek, the intoxicating taste of your victory turning the flavour sweet.

'Just who said that you could finish?'

It was a guarantee that you would make him cry about it.

This was a mistake on his part.

But boy, was he glad he made it.

© 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖞 .