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Let’s get married. On the way to Tartosa, the countdown clock sped up again. 😑😐 The new deadline was right around 9 am! Malik and Genesis got ready on the ferry hoping someone at City Hall would take pity on them, and possibly open early. No go. Malik was certain everything was ruined, but Gen remembered something she found on her recent dive into wedding planning. Let’s hope this works…

[eddiesxangel]

Eddie’s Fantasy | Knight!Eddie x Princess!Reader

Semi proof read. Based off this blurb

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CW: Roleplay, reader addresses Eddie as 'sir' but not in a dom way, more of a respect kinda thing... it goes with the roleplay, you'll get it. Pure porn with some plot, oral (m+f), p in v, unprotected sex, breeding/cream pie, f!reader.

Needy kisses were passed between the both of you. You and Eddie sat on your bed, his hands gripped your hips, guiding them back and forth over his strained cock that was trapped beneath the black fabric of his jeans.

"Tell me your fantasies, baby," cooed him as you twirled a piece of his hair and sat in his lap.

The sex is always great and amazing, but you feel like Eddie is holding back on you; there is something he wants to share with you but is too timid to admit it. You’ve only just started dating. You’re at the stage where he just asked you to be his girlfriend, and you can’t keep your hands off one another.

"I-I-" he stutters as his eyes drift to the book sitting on the opposite side of your bed.

You follow his eyes and look over to see the book you had been reading before Eddie came over. You observe the cover he is looking at; a knight carrying a princess as he saves her from her capturers.

"Oh, baby, you want me to dress up like a pretty princess?" You smile.

Eddie nods his head profusely, mouth agape.

"Are you going to be my knight in shining armour? Do you want me to reward you for saving me from the dragon?" you ask with no judgment in your tone.

You hear Eddie curse under his breath as his chest rises and falls rapidly.

"Have my tits all pushed up in a pretty pink corset for you?" You lean in to brush your plush lips against his skin. "You wanna watch how they bounce as I ride my knight in shining armour?"

"Y-yes," he stutters.

"Okay, baby, I can be your damsel in distress"

You had it all planned out: You found your old Halloween costume, which you embellished a little with a pink corset like you promised, some petticoats for volume, and some extra jewels to really sell it. You curled and pinned your hair with smaller braids, just as he liked it.

You arranged to meet him at eight. As you were fixing your makeup, you heard a light knock on the door. You don't need to let him in, as he has his own key.

“Hey babe,” he calls out into the empty living room, seeing you were not in sight.

“Eddie! Quickly im in here!” You say with urgency.

You can hear his sock-clad feet pad down the hardwood floors as he rushes in to investigate, but he stops dead when he sees what you’re wearing.

You quickly turn, and he can see everything, the pink and blue lacy gown adorned with a lace corseted bodice that your breasts are pushed so far up his dick was hard in an instant. He loved the dainty curls that fell by your pretty face. You looked like a fairy princess, and he swore that’s when he fell in love with you.

“Oh, Sir Knight, thank goodness you are here!” You flung yourself into his arms. I never thought I would be saved!” You cupped his confused face and kissed him passionately.

“Baby, what is?—”

“Shhhhh, the dragon is so very hungry, they said I haven't much time.” You look around your room frantically.

“Ohhhhhhh!” And then Eddie gets it, and holy shit is he excited.

You give him a look to not break character.

“Oh,” he clears his throat. “I’ve travelled far and wide trying to track you down, Princess. It’s been an awful long journey.” He takes your hands in his and brings them up between your two chests to kiss the back of it.

“How could I ever repay, Thee?” You bat your lashes at him.

“It is my duty as your knight to protect you, Your Highness.”

“There must be something?” You creep closer and closer to him, letting your hands twirl a loose tendril.

“Well, there might be one thing,” he chides.

“Yes, Sir Knight?” You speak as you lean into his neck, gently brushing away his curls so you can leave a soft kiss on his neck.

“Shit, that’s good,” he whispers as your mouth travels lower to his collar bone and your hand glides down to his already erect penis.

“I would like to express my gratitude, Sir. Can I?” You start palming him through his cotton pants.

“Y-yes, Princess, I’ll do anything for you.” God, he was such a simp.

You give a satisfied smirk and sink to your knees. Your dress pillows out, and Eddie can’t help but moan, seeing your breasts falling out of the corset at this angle.

“Fuck baby, you’re too good to me; I am not worthy.” he cups your face, and you nuzzle into it. You’d do anything for him.

“Anything for my knight in shining armour.” You bite your lip, gazing up at him; your doe eyes don’t break contact until your hands finally help his cock out of its cotton confines.

You hear Eddie take a sharp breath as your glossy lips touch his reddened tip. You can taste the salty pre cum as you place it in your mouth.

Eddie wants to grip your head so badly in his hands but doesn't dare, knowing you spent all this time preparing for him. To be his pretty Princess. Just the thought alone was going to make Eddie cream his pants.

Eddie watches, not wanting to blink; he can't miss a moment of this. Your perfectly outlined glossy lips swallowing down his cock, your beautiful eyes gazing up at him lovingly.

You break eye contact when you feel Eddie's bush tickle your nose. Trying to slowly breathe, you swallow down and hear your knight moan from above. Slowly, you pull back, tasting every inch of him on your tongue before you push your head back into him at a much quicker pace.

You pump your hot wet mouth on Eddie's cock, enjoying every minute. You loved having this hold over your boyfriend, as you were the only thing he was focused on in the world.

"You suck my cock so good," he hisses, trying not to cum just yet.

With a pop, you release his cock from your mouth and replace it with your hand as you move lower to suck on his balls. No longer caring about your makeup, you smear your face into the wet skink of his undershaft, needing to worship him like he deserves.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" Eddie was so close, your hand was jerking his so smooth and fast he almost exploded, but he stopped you just in time.

"I need you, princess, please." He begged.

"How do you want me?" You stand back up, and Eddie flips you around so you're facing the bed. You walk over together, and Eddie instructs you to lie down on your back while he undresses.

He gently guides your head down on the pillow, ever the gentleman.

"Need to treat you like the Princess you are." he hums as he gently peels up your skirts layer by layer to see you're not wearing anything underneath.

Eddie could see your pussy was already soaked, his mouth watered, and as he got closer, he could smell your arousal, which drove him insane every time.

The sweet aroma filled his nostrils; he had to taste you. Slowly, his soft lips trailed the inside of your thigh, leaving small bites to claim you as his. He crept closer and closer until the small hairs from your mound tickled his nose.

You hear Eddie take a deep breath and inhale sharply as you watch his eyes flutter shut, finally satiated.

Your eyes are closed, soaking up the moment; you feel a hand trail up and squeeze your breast as the other circles your entrance. You move your hand to cup the one that’s cupping your breast and guide it so the fabric releases your nipple.

Eddie loved your taste so much he could bathe in it. His sloppy kisses make your mind go blank as his saliva and the mix of your slick coat your inner thighs, the bed sheets and his face. You open your eyes and can see his face is glistening. You're absolutely dripping for him.

"B-baby! Baby! Baby! Baby!" You chant as your breath quickens. He loves seeing your chest rise and fall as he looks up at you through his lashes. Your sweet moans are his newfound favourite genre of music.

His tongue flicking over your clit over and over and over. Nipping and sucking and swirling as your wriggle beneath him. His strong large hands have your hips pinned down as you try and grind your pussy on his face. His fingers are diving into your plush hips, and the rough stubble from his chin and upper lip only makes the feeling much better.

Your orgasm hits you and your cum it's like liquid gold on his tongue. Eddie doesn’t hesitate to lap up your cum leaking out of your hole catching every. last. drop.

"Such a good job for me," he hums into you, sending waves of aftershocks through you. You gasp into his eyes, swearing you’ve never felt so loved, even if you have yet to speak those three words to one another.

“I need you, please, Sir.”

Eddie has totally forgotten about the roleplay until now. He was so consumed, pussy drunk, that your words only had him aching for you all over again.

“Time to show me your gratitude, Princess.”

You sit up and make room for Eddie to lie down on the bed because your usual position was for you to ride him. He loved to watch your tits bounce, to latch on your nipples while you bounce on his cock like his little bunny.

You go to take off your skirts because Eddie loves to watch as he disappears inside of you, but this time, Eddie stops you from undressing.

“No, please leave it on.” He asked while stroking his cock. You watch as his big hands grip the shaft, only making your pussy clench around nothing. No longer could you wait; the anticipation was too much.

Bunching up your skirts the best you can, Eddie guides your hips to be aligned with his shaft. He nods, and you sink down while he pushes himself up into you.

The sight before him is enough to have him cumming instantly. Your tits are so far pushed up that they’re basically falling out of your top, your head is flung back, exploding your neck, daring him to mark, your dress falls as you grip his shoulder for balance, and he is enveloped fully inside of you.

“Fuck you’re so tight.”

“You’re so big, I’m so full,” you moan as you raise yourself on your knees so you can ride him.

“You’re so perfect, my perfect Princess,” Eddie mumbles, leaning in so he can press his face in your chest. You start off slow, building up speed with each bounce.

A loud moan leaves your throat in reply to his praises.

Eddie is consuming you; even if he’s under you, you’re being devoured by him. His hands, his mouth, his thick long cock filling you so good you’re about to cry from the pleasure.

“Gotta take what’s mine,” he grits before he pushes the both of you up, and you land on your back, and he’s hovering over you. Quickly he pounds into you, eyes not veering from your chest as he watches your tits bounce.

“Are you mine, Princess?” His hips slap so hard into you that you feel his balls slap you with each hard thrust.

“Yours! All yours!”

Eddie swears his heart melts when the admission leaves your lips. He’s always waited for a girl like you to come around. Now you’re here, doing this for him and enjoying it? He never thought he’d be here with you.

“More,” you moan

“Not good enough for you, your Highness?”

“I-I-I,” you can’t speak, but Eddie knows what you need.

“Gonna fill up this pussy so good.”

Before you know it, you’re being flipped around, and your head is pressed so far into the mattress your neck is craned, and it hurts, but you pay no mind because Eddie has you propped up on your knees, your dress is flipped up, and you’re all spread out, and he is ravaging you with his mouth once more.

His nose pressed into your ass as he tongue fucks you.

Your moans are muffled by the plush pillows your face is stuffed into. A small wet patch is forming on it from your drool. Your eyes are rolled back, and you're in absolute heaven.

Eddie's hot wet tongue runs up your soaked slit before he pulls back with a moan before he breathes you in as his face is drawn to your pussy like a magnet.

“More” you need his cock once again. Nothing will be able to satisfy your needs.

“You want more Princess? You want me to fill up this pussy so good your belly will swell with my seed?

“Yes!” Your white knuckle grip on the pillow almost tears it apart.

"Mmmmm, that's my good girl. Tell me what you need. " he encourages as your mains rip from your throat.

“You, My Knight! You, you, you!” Your pussy clenches over nothing once more.

You're so close that you feel it building up more and more until you break. Eddie feels you quivering beneath him, and he pulls away and quickly inserts himself before you feel a sharp slap on your ass.

“Eddie!”

Nothing pleases him more than to hear you blissed out because of him.

“Oh, Princess!” He cried, flinging his head back, fucking you with reckless abandon.

Your legs almost give out as your body shakes with ecstasy. You can’t hold it any longer; everything is Eddie, everything is beautiful. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You hadn’t even released. You were changing his name as your pussy clamps down on his cock like a vice.

Uneven thrusts continuously pound into you until you feel the grip of Eddie’s fingers dig into your flesh so hard as he cums deep inside of you, you squeak, and Eddie loosens his grip immediately.

“Need you,” you slur mindlessly.

“You got me, Princess.” You both collapse on the bed, and Eddie's weight is comforting.

“And they lived happily ever after?” You try and roll over to look at Eddie; he pushes up and but so you can roll back over.

He kisses your nose. “And they lived happily ever after.”

Tagging some mooties: @jamdoughnutmagician @littlexdeaths @voyeurmunson @ceriseheaven @munson-blurbs

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Ellie’s Camera Roll

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Tags / cw: fluff, some suggestive themes, quite straightforward so let’s see what’s inside!

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A screenshot of a savage starlight poster on EBay, going for the $49 that Ellie can’t cough up.

A selfie of Ellie and Joel at an NFL game for the Dallas Cowboys. Joel’s frowning because they lost, Ellie’s smiling because she gets to go home.

A photo of the stars from when she was visiting Jackson.

A snapchat of Ellie, Joel, Tommy, and you playing monopoly as a massive argument over property starts out. The screen then effectively goes black as the phone is dropped and a loud crash is heard. Then, a flipped table is seen once it it picked up again.

A video of Ellie skulling down a beer with Jesse and Dina behind her, before throwing it to the side and dry heaving because it was warm.

A video of Ellie, Jesse, and Dina running the fuck away from security while laughing - the video showing their shoes and the road only - because they chose to record that in a gated park at midnight.

A video you secretly took of her while she was driving late at night, the roads around you just woods and darkness. In the background you can hear Joel’s playlist faintly as Ellie keeps rambling on about the full moon that night, and which stars and constellations to look out for. And in her window side reflection you see yourself smiling dumbly at Ellie, because it’s when she talks about the things she cares about that you remember why you fell in love with this girl.

Grainy photo of her Call of Duty ranking on her pc (she forgot how to screenshot).

Screenshot of her Fortnite ranking.

Screenshot of her Rocket League ranking.

A photo of a pissed off looking Jesse in the backseat of Ellie’s car, with soda all over him. The Live Photo shows the exact moment it spilled after Ellie hit a speed bump too fast.

A saved Snapchat of Jesse trying to wipe it off with a sweater Ellie left in the back, to the sounds of Ellie’s threats after he did that, and the shaking of the camera as you try not to laugh.

A photo of “No Pun Intended” volume three.

A screenshot of your drunk texts, sappy ‘I love you’s with typos and all.

A screen recording of your recent FaceTime with Ellie. You’re at work and she’s panicking in the bathroom with all of this drugstore makeup around her. You’re trying not to laugh as she’s figuring out how to use a beauty blender on her neck while cussing you out for leaving so many hickeys the night before. She then looks at the phone and starts cussing you out for laughing.

A live photo of a shooting star.

Thirty seven 0.5x selfies of yourself in her deleted folder, and 19 blurry photos of her running towards you, trying to grab her phone - you stole it while she was in the shower.

A screen recording of a Tiktok because the saves were off, showing a tutorial on making a flower bouquet with pipe-cleaners.

A photo of Ellie's split lip, after she tried to open a beer bottle with her teeth.

A screenshot of the groceries list from her notes app.

A video sent to her from Joel, from a small gathering back in Jackson during Summer. Everyone's all by the house, talking and laughing loudly. Someone's on the barbecue and someone's bringing food out from the house, much to everyone's cheering. Some old 70's playlist is playing faintly from inside, and there's a few people dancing to it. But then the camera pans down to the left, where you and Ellie are sitting near some steps, her head on your shoulder as you laugh at something she said. Then the video gets shaky from Joel trying hit the 'stop record' button as Tommy comes up to him and sees you both. And faintly in the background, you might hear him say something about Ellie marrying you someday, but only if you listen close enough.

A bathroom mirror picture of her and Jesse wearing suits and black glasses to go and see the minions movie.

A selfie of her and JJ in her lap, who’s grabbing the camera and smiling while she's not paying attention to what he's doing.

A screenshot of a very short haircut.

A screenshot of your very emotional texts telling her not to get that haircut.

A video of her dead asleep on your lap, with you brushing her hair out of her face as she scrunches her face in her sleep, before relaxing at your hand cups the side of her face softly.

A photo of her face after JJ tried to put 'makeup' on her.

A video of you all singing happy birthday to Joel, who's wearing a pink glittery tiara that says '60' in cursive.

A video of Ellie smushing a small chunk of cake on his face.

A video of Joel smushing a full piece of cake in her face.

A video of you both laughing in the bathroom while trying to get the cake off Ellie's face and shirt. You're wiping her face with a dishtowel while she's sitting on the counter, and when you lean in and reach behind her to wet the cloth in the sink, she just pulls you closer into a kiss. It turns into a messy makeout session, the cake still everywhere on her face.

A screenshot of your texts with Joel later that night-

'Happy birthday! cake tasted great'

'But you didn't take a piece the entire party?'

[countlessimagines]

Star Lord’s Sister [ Adam Warlock x Reader ]

GOTG VOLUME 3 SPOILERS!!!

Summary: Star lord’s sister takes a liking to the new member of the Guardians

A/N: my beloved!!! <3

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Ever since you met Adam Warlock, he had been head over heels for you. Constantly following you around, wanting to be by your side 24/7, interested in your hobbies, and so much more.

You honestly didn’t mind it and found it adorable. And you would be lying if you said you weren’t catching feelings too.

Adam and you had been on quite a few dates since meeting and tried to spend most of your time together since Rocket always whisked him away for Guardians’ duties. He would always pout when he had to leave, but would always kiss you with so much passion, that the rest of the guardians would gag while boarding the ship.

And your brother seemed to not enjoy the constant hanging out together as much as you did. Peter had begun to call you at the end of each week from Earth to catch up on what was going on. He quickly noticed your interests began to revolve around Adam and you two seemed to be attached to the hip.

“So, the guy saves me and you fall madly in love with him?” Peter snickered and shook his head. “I leave for a few months and already it sounds like you two are married.”

You rolled your eyes at your brother’s response, not wanting to hear any of his nonsense. “So what? I am an adult and can do whatever I please.”

“Okay sure, let me know when the wedding is.”

You were about to fire back until Adam walked in from the bathroom only in a towel, saw Peter on the monitor, and promptly fell to the ground and army crawled away.

You groaned and dragged your hand across your face. “Adam!”

“Hey hey wait a minute! I was joking about the wedding, Adam get your ass back to the screen!” Peter began to shout over the screen. “Stay away from my sister!”

“Okay bye, love you!” You hurried and ended the call quickly.

Adam rose from behind the side of the bed and shrugged innocently when you turned to him. You picked up a pillow from the ground and tossed it at his head.

“Sweetheart! I told you I was calling my brother, he was finally warming up to the idea of us,” you stood up and laid flat on the bed. “Now he’s seen you half naked in my place so I can only imagine he’s going to fly all the way here to beat you up.”

Adam shuffled into clothes and flopped beside you. “I would like to see him try to keep me away from you.”

You faced him and couldn’t help but melt at his cute pouty face. “Yeah yeah, but please don’t hurt my brother if he tries to kick your ass.”

Adam nodded and grabbed you lovingly in his arms. “Can we just stay in today?”

“Why’s that?” You mumbled into his chest.

“Because I rather cuddle my girlfriend than help rocket on a mission today.” Adam kissed your forehead repeatedly and made you giggle uncontrollably.

“Stop stop!” You said and pushed on his chest. “Why don’t you go tell rocket that you can’t make it and then we can have a lazy day in?”

Adam planted a kiss on your check, stood up, saluted you, then quickly left to get out of saving the world today - simply because his world was too cute to leave.

-

An hour went by without Adam returning, and it wasn’t until your monitor began to beep did you put two and two together. You answered the call that was coming from the Guardians’ ship and saw Adam’s face pop up, and he was in full gear.

You shook your head and sighed, “Care to explain yourself?”

“Okay, well,” Adam dragged off his voice and moved a bit from the screen to point an accusing finger towards Rocket, “He told me it would only take an hour, but once I got on the ship he told me it was a two day trip.”

Rocket popped up and said, “Sorry for stealing your boyfriend, (Y/N). You’ll have to cuddle your pillow the next couple of nights. The world needs Warlock, and trust me I wouldn’t bring his bright gold self unless it was necessary.”

Rocket jumped away when Adam tried to wack him.

“I’m sorry my love. I promise it will go by quick and I’ll be back before you can say ‘I have the best boyfriend in the whole wide galaxy and he’s gonna smother me in kisses when he returns!’” Adam tried to do a high pitched voice to imitate you to which you rolled your eyes.

“Alright, whatever you say,” you waved and blew a kiss to him before ending the call.

-

The next few days were uneventful, and you were knocked out asleep when your guardians pin began to beep and pulled you out of sleep.

You pressed on it and spoke into it sleepily, “what’s wrong?”

Rocket’s urgent voice spoke through the comm, and it made you wake up fully. “(Y/N)! Prepare med packs! Adam got hit and we need to work on him urgently!”

You rushed out of your apartment and down flights of stairs before running to the supply closet. You pressed your comm again to speak to Nebula. Once she finally answered, you explained quickly what was going on and she was next to you within minutes to set up for their arrival.

It wasn’t long before Kraglin rushed in with Adam slumped over his shoulder, barely responsive. He placed him on a nearby table while you grabbed Adam’s hand and tried to figure out what was wrong with him.

“He took a blow to his stomach, we should be able to patch him up quickly but the beast repeatedly hit him in the wound… making him bleed out.” Kraglin was rushing his words, not making complete sense but still wanting to explain everything.

You nodded as Nebula put a med pack on his stomach, hoping it would help. Adam started to breath deeply and you let out a small cry seeing him in such distress.

A part of you knew that the pack would either help or just make the situation worse. As Adam didn’t wake up quickly enough to be okay, you grabbed a sewing kit, alcohol, and a towel.

Removing the med pack, you removed his vest and immediately began to work with Nebula’s help. It was a tense moment, only the sounds of Adam’s breathing could be heard in the room.

Not too long after you finished the stitch across his stomach and placed the med pack on his wound to finish the healing process. Everyone let out a breath of relief as Adam began to breath normally again.

“You guys can go and clean up, I bet you all have some wounds that need to be tended to.” You said to Kraglin and Rocket who nodded.

Nebula reassured Rocket that she wouldn’t leave you alone. You smiled gratefully at her as you grabbed Adam’s hand and pulled up a chair beside the table.

“I’m gonna wait a few hours before trying to move him to my place.”

-

Hours went by and you had fallen asleep, still holding tightly onto Adam, not wanting to let go in fear something bad would happen if you did. It was in those moments, going in and out of sleep - that you both realized how much you truly loved one another. It was a selfless and innocent love, something so pure that nothing would come in-between the two of you.

Adam had woken up first, confused and sore, but the moment he saw you slumped over the table, holding his hand - he instantly calmed down. He was so relieved he made it back alive and was with you again. He remembered his promise he made and kissed your hand repeatedly to wake you up.

With a startled jump, you woke up in a frenzy and immediately checked to see if something was wrong.

“Did I worry you?” Adam said softly, gazing lovingly at you.

“Oh, so so much.” You placed a hand on his cheek, so happy to see him awake and well. “I think I might have to kidnap you from missions from now on until you’re better.”

“Trust me, I am going to try to take less advice from Rocket and Groot on missions… and take a break.” Adam said and shuttered as if remembering how he ended up in the situation in the first place.

“I’m just happy you’re home,” you smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek.

Adam became teary-eyed at the thought of you being his home. After being pulled out of the cocoon too early and losing his mother, he had felt like he would never feel at home anywhere and be lost without anything to live for. Thankfully, he was wrong. He had found you and the guardians, and now he could go home to someone who loved and cared for him. And Peter would be lying if he said he wasn’t happy that you had found someone to love. In the whole of the galaxy, your brother was happy you had Adam.

[flipppyflopp]

“This museum is celebrating its 100th anniversary? Wonder if there will be any pictures of me during its 200th anniversary.” 🎉✨

Happy birthday to my twst oc, Finn Lyder! I wanted to celebrate by doing my own spin on the Platinum Suit cards, so I decided to have Finn carrying a tray of candy apples since none of the other Pomefiore Platinum Suit cards include a snack. Then I let people over on Instagram vote for Finn’s duo partner and they all chose Sebek (which is a perfect pick since they are both in the Equestrian Club), so I included a doodle of what Sebek would give him for his birthday.

Below is a vignette I wrote for Finn and Sebek in the style of the other Platinum Suit cards, so feel free to read it below! Enjoy!

Platinum Suit template by @fumikomiyasaki

Finn’s Platinum Suit Vignette

Finn: This place just keeps going and going. I think there can’t be another floor and then there’s another set of stairs waiting for me. I’m tired of climbing stairs, let’s see what we’ve got on this floor.

Finn: Oh! A picture of the raven that served the Fairest Queen. What a loyal sidekick to have at her beck and call, makes me want one of my own.

???: Who’d want to serve as your sidekick?

Finn: Speaking of sidekicks, looks like I stumbled into one of Malleus’s sidekicks.

Sebek: Excuse you, human! I am not Lord Malleus’s sidekick. I am his loyal knight ready to protect him at a moment’s notice.

Finn: Geez, is there really a difference?

Sebek: What was that!?

Finn: Nothing! Just admiring how this painting captures the likeness of the Fairest Queen’s loyal servant.

Sebek: Really? How so?

Finn: This raven would fly to the Queen’s side no matter where she was or the time of day. He would also bring her ingredients from all over the world for her potions. Talk about total loyalty.

Sebek: How commendable. Going above and beyond should be the goal of any servant if they truly wish to stand proudly at their liege’s side.

Finn: Makes me want my own loyal companion. Imagine all that I could accomplish.

Sebek: What animal companion would you seek to aid you?

Finn: Hmm. I’ve always wanted a trusty steed…but…

Sebek: Ha! That’s a bold comment considering your performance in the Equestrian Club!

Finn: Hey, I do just fine!

Sebek: Your horse, Minimus, hardly listens to your whims. Often he is leading you around and through the courses.

Finn: I think you’re just exaggerating-

Sebek: Just the other day, you tried to lead Minimus through the mud and he kicked you into it. Then you tried to wrestle him into it as well. Riddle was ready to have both of your heads.

Finn: Don’t remind me. I had to clean the whole stables by myself, which took forever.

Sebek: Maybe you’re more cut out to be Minimus’s sidekick.

Finn: What?! Don’t be ridiculous! Me? A sidekick for a horse?

Finn: One day Minimus and I will be the best duo there ever was! Just you watch!

Sebek: Now here’s a painting I recognize. This is the rabbit known for his punctuality according to Deuce’s anecdotes about his hometown.

Finn: Yeah the White Rabbit was always in a rush from place to place. He worked hard to always be on time and do his duty. I don’t know how he did it.

Sebek: Oh, do you have trouble with tardiness, Finn?

Finn: Most days no, but occasionally I do oversleep.

Sebek: How many detentions have you received this year?

Finn: None.

Sebek: None!? That’s not possible if you’ve been late to class!

Finn: Watch the volume! Geez…I have a secret to not getting any detentions or tardies.

Sebek: Really? What is it?

Finn: Parkour.

Sebek: What!? How does that safeguard you from detentions?

Finn: Let’s take last week for example. I overslept because I stayed up to study for a big exam in Alchemy. I’m sure you already know that Crewel is unforgiving of tardiness, so I knew I would receive an automatic fail if I showed up late for oversleeping.

Sebek: He is ruthless when it comes to punctuality.

Finn: So I had to make it to the third floor and I was right in front of the main staircase; however, I encountered an obstacle.

Sebek: Which was?

Finn: Professor Crewel himself.

Sebek: What a grim predicament to be in.

Finn: Exactly. Crewel smirked and began heading up the stairs. Obviously if I wanted to beat him to class I’d have to sprint by him, which would give me a detention and I’d still be late. Instead, I took off into the courtyard. From there I took a running start and swung up onto the nearby archway. I quickly scaled the siding and used a column on the side of the school to climb my way up to the third floor. I jumped from window to window until I made my way to where the Alchemy lab would be on the third floor.

Sebek: What physical prowess! But you still haven’t gotten into the lab.

Finn: Well from there it was down to luck because the person sitting in front of the window was none other than Silver. I quickly tapped on the window and luckily, he turned around and let me in. Then I shut the window and slid into my seat just as Crewel walked in. I wish you could have seen the look on his face. He was so mad, but he couldn’t fault me because I was in my seat before he arrived. So that, Sebek, is how parkour has saved me from getting detentions.

Sebek: I can’t say I approve of you besmirching the school grounds, but I can commend your physical capabilities as not everyone is capable of such feats.

Finn: I would besmirch the school grounds again and again if it means I don’t besmirch my attendance record. Vil would never let me live it down if I couldn’t make it to class on time.

Finn: Oh, I recognize this painting. I used to love this story as a kid.

Sebek: Really? I’m not familiar with this piece.

Finn: This shows the demigod at the end of his journey to become a hero. He had been adopted by a loving couple, but he set out to find his real family because he wanted to know where he came from and where he belonged. At the end of his journey he realized that it didn’t matter who his family was because he had found where he belonged, with those who helped him along the way.

Sebek: What a touching tale. Is it a story your parents read to you as a child?

Finn: No, I grew up in an orphanage. I never knew my parents.

Sebek: I apologize for my carelessness! I shouldn’t have asked something so thoughtlessly-

Finn: It’s really fine Sebek, it doesn’t bother me. I don’t really care to know who my parents are or who they were. I’m me and that’s what matters.

Sebek: Really? You have no need to satiate a curiosity to know your past?

Finn: Yep. Besides, if I didn’t grow up in the orphanage, I wouldn’t have met so many interesting people. I always had plenty of kids to play with, not to mention I got to hear all kinds of stories.

Sebek: I suppose you would get to meet people from all over Twisted Wonderland.

Finn: Yeah, there was never a dull moment back at home. If I didn’t grow up there, then I never would’ve known all those kids.

Sebek: Huh, what a positive outlook to have.

Finn: Of course that’s just how I see it. There are different perspectives and of course things weren’t perfect as they were, but I was happy, and that’s what really counts. I had a place where I belonged.

Sebek: A place to belong…

Finn: But I won’t be going back there after I graduate. I probably won’t ever go back.

Sebek: Bwah!? Why not if you think on it so fondly?

Finn: There’s nothing left for me there as most kids come and go very quickly, so the ones I know won’t even be there anymore. Besides, my eyes are on the future now! Twisted Wonderland’s a big place and I’ve got tons I want to see.

Sebek: Really? Where’s one place you’d want to go to?

Finn: How about…Briar Valley? With you serving as my personal tour guide!

Sebek: What!? How dare you boldly assume I’d serve as a guide for you, human!

Finn: Come on, we’re club mates, not to mention I’m your upperclassman.

Sebek: I won’t allow you to persuade me so easily!

Finn: Really? Then I’ll just go ask Silver and he’ll say yes.

Sebek: Huh?

Finn: There’s no way he’d turn me down, he’s such a nice guy. Thanks for hanging out, see you later Sebek!

Sebek: Wait! Don’t think I’ll let this drop so easily, Finn!

[theapangea]

Omg do you think he gets jealous easily?? Like if someone is flirting with innocent!reader and she doesn't really get it and thinks theyre being nice and like Lip comes over and just starts talking dirty to her or something.

Ok ok ok I think Lip is not like jealous jealous. He's pretty confident in himself and may not care if other dudes hit on you per se but he is definitely the type of dude that would say "He can't fuck you like I can". ughhh I love him sm

This how I think the situation would play out...enjoy cuties <3

The Alibi is loud tonight, louder than normal and here you are sitting all alone because Lip has to use the bathroom. When duty calls, duty calls he laughed before placing a quick peck to your forehead. You baby the cold beer that sits between your palms. Lip mainly got it for you to fit into the bar scene but knows he will probably be the one drinking it.

Your eyes follow around the small room, card game in the corner, a group playing pool, a quick smile from Kevin as he keeps a close eye on you while Lip is away. Feet lightly tapping the bar stool to the faint music you can barely hear over the talking, yelling, shouting.

"Hello there, pretty lady," an unfamiliar voice speaks to the right of you, turning you head to meet with an unkept man about 30 or so years old. "Mind if I sit?" He questions, gesturing at one of the empty bar stools.

"Sure," Your voice is calm, a quick smile peaking through.

While situating himself on the stool, "So what's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?"

"Waiting I guess."

"I'd never keep you waiting." His is quick and confident in his comment. A smirk dancing across his face as he fingers reach out to graze your forearm.

"I see you made a friend." Lip's voice sends a shiver down your spine. The volume breaking through the loudness of the space. His arm instantly finding its place over your shoulders.

Smiling up at him, "Yeah, yeah...this is...um?" Realizing you actually don't even know who you are talking too.

"Ricky."

"Ricky." You repeat back to Lip.

"Got it," His thumbs wipes his bottom lip. "So Ricky you plan on fucking my girl tonight?" He leans against the table, his arm slightly pulling you with him.

Lip's comment sending blood through your ears, the heat rising to your face as Ricky chokes on his alcohol.

Lip continues, "Because you and I both know you'd never be able to fuck her like I can so..." He nods his head, signaling for the man to leave.

Ricky taking the hint as he tilts his glass towards Lip, moving to the other side of the bar.

"Lip." You lightly hit his chest, the embarrassment coating you like a blanket.

"What?" Lip laughs, "You know it's true."

~~~

ok just a little bit of what may happen. I do think here is a time and place for a Jealous Lip which is so HAWT so maybe I will write something about it -- let me know.

a little kiss for you for supporting me!!

[seriouslysnape]

hello! can i get a severus lazy sunday morning with the reader? 🖤

Severus Snape x Fem! Reader Tags: None. Word Count: 1.1k "You can stay right here. I'll call you when it's ready."

It was the pattering of rain on the roof that initially woke Severus up. It drummed on the house and sprinkled across the windows. The trees outside rustled from the wind that whistled outside. He let out a slow exhale at the sound of the low rumbles of thunder rolling off in the distance.

Three days of solid rain was more than enough, and frankly, he was missing the sunshine. Nonetheless, there wasn't a thing he could do about the weather, so he supposed that griping about it wouldn't do him any good.

After all, it was hard to complain when there was a beautiful woman curled up next to him.

Severus was a bit of a stirrer in the mornings. He wasn't typically one to lounge around in bed, typically getting up and on his feet the moment that his eyes opened. But you, on the other hand, liked to gradually wake up instead of getting a fast start to your day. If there wasn't an immediate reason to get up, then you were more than likely going to stay snuggled in for a little while.

With that being said, he tried to keep his movements to a minimum to avoid waking you. He could bear staying wrapped up in the sheets if it meant you getting some extra rest. He was perfectly content with holding you close and watching the weather rage on outside through the window.

Unfortunately, he couldn't control the volume and intensity of the thunder that accompanied the rain. One booming crack of thunder spooked you awake with a hard flinch and a light gasp. The sudden reaction even made Severus jump a bit, his arms holding you tighter as a gesture of protection.

"It's all right," He nuzzled his nose into your hair, pressing a kiss just above the tip of your ear. "You're safe. It's just a storm."

His morning voice always sent a chill down your back. It was deeper than usual, groggy and sluggish. You relaxed at the sound of it, releasing a relieved sigh when you realized that your house wasn't being attacked by some outside force.

"Mm. Still raining I assume?" Your eyes fluttered closed again in an attempt to slow the hard thumping of your heart.

"Unfortunately." He grumbled, his focus on you instead of the storm.

"It's not all bad. I've had you all to myself for three days straight." You giggled, the sound of your laugh spreading a warmth over his chest.

"Darling, has there ever been a time where you didn't?" He answered.

He pushed some fallen strands of hair out of your eyes, a small smile appearing on his features as he admired your calm expression.

"Generally, no. But sometimes the duties of being a professor steals you away."

He couldn't deny that. Just being a professor could be overly demanding -- adding in being the head of Slytherin and some occasional administrative responsibilities could most definitely dry up the well of his free time.

Before he met you, he spent pretty much every night at the school in his personal chambers. He didn't see the need in traveling home every night (as easy and convenient as it might've been) if he had no real reason to. He spent all of his time at Hogwarts from September to June.

But after meeting you and having the pleasure and blessing of your lives intertwining, he had to learn how to balance his work life and personal life. Now, he traveled home almost every single night, unless he just couldn't get away from his office and/or classroom.

He did everything that he could to ensure that you were his top priority...although, sometimes he still fell short.

"We still have well over a month before the term starts," He remarked. "Plenty of time before my schedule gets overly full."

"What's on your schedule until then?" You asked, eyes opening just enough to peer up at him.

He let out a low chuckle when he kissed your temple, the vibrations running down your side and causing a brief tingle in your toes. He exhaled a satisfied hum when one of your legs settled between his.

"You."

Another roll of thunder rumbled, yet not quite as vigorous this time. You smiled at him, which caused a tint of a blush to appear on his cheek.

"Doesn't sound too busy then." You ran your index finger's knuckle across the apple of his cheek with a feather-like touch.

"Just the way I like it." He smirked.

A round of silence followed. The two of you were just enjoying each other's presence and taking advantage of the fact that you had absolutely nothing to do...not to mention having a great excuse not to come up with something to occupy your time.

The rain was relentless after all. Who in their right mind would want to go out in this kind of weather? It was a perfect setup for a day inside.

There were plenty of things to do around the house. The only problem was that you had already been doing them for three days now.

You could only take a crack at raiding and reading your entire library for so long. The house was spotless and lemony fresh, so cleaning was crossed off your list. You were looking forward to trying a new recipe for dinner, but you assumed that you still had an entire day to get through first.

"What time is it?" You asked, realizing that it could've been noon for all you knew.

Severus raised his head just enough to peek over you to get a glimpse of the alarm clock on the bedside table on your side.

"6:47." He answered.

"Oh, that is so early," You gawked. "I'm too awake to go back to sleep though."

"Shall I make us some breakfast then?" He suggested. "You can stay right here. I'll call you when it's ready."

"Pancakes? Coffee?" You asked, a glittering admiration for the man talking sweet to you shining over your face.

"Of course," He nodded. "Whatever you want, angel."

He peppered kisses across your nose and down your neck, bubbly giggles and squeaks sounding out from your chest. You managed to squeal out an "I love you" through laughter and shrills.

He couldn't understand how someone like you could love him so much. He liked to think that he had done something in his life to deserve some like you. But in reality, he knew that he was just plain lucky.

"I love you," He returned the endearment before whipping the covers off of the bed, ignoring your hiss of disapproval. "Pancakes are on the way."

Once he was on his feet, he pulled the covers back over you, chuckling at the way you shimmied further down with a gleeful whimper. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaving to whip up the best stack of pancakes you had ever tasted.

"Enjoy the rain, my love."

[viperwhispered]

Rest

Guess what? I've got more Jamil x reader for y'all. You can also find this on ao3. No warnings, just 866 words of kinda fluffy(?) caretaking stuff with gender-neutral reader.

At this point, you know Jamil’s schedule almost as well as he does. So, when you have the chance, you head to Scarabia’s kitchen, hoping to spend some time with Jamil while he and the other students prepare dinner. 

However, when you enter, it takes you but a moment to notice Jamil’s uncharacteristic fumbling and the tired look in his eyes. The way Jamil’s chopping the vegetables has you worried about him cutting himself with that knife he’s usually so adept with, and it seems it’s only force of habit that’s keeping him on track.

You frown, and when your eyes meet Jamil’s, you can already see him put his guard up.

So he knows what state he is in, huh? And still, here he is.

It seems Jamil is reading your thoughts, all of him telling you drop it before any words are even said.

At least he still lets you lean in and give a quick kiss to his cheek in greeting.

“Hello love. Do you still have a lot on your agenda for today?” you ask, keeping your tone low for at least some semblance of privacy in the busy kitchen.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” is the response you get.

Of course.

It takes a little more pestering before Jamil actually answers your question. Your lips purse. That list is far too long to your liking.

You take a moment to think, juggling your own plans and to-do list against the urgency of the things Jamil mentioned.

“Will Kalim be eating from that?” you ask, pointing at the food Jamil is preparing.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I won’t be touching that one, then. I’ve gotta do a few things but I’ll be back when you’re done here.”

“Don’t,” Jamil says with a glare, clearly aware of what you’re thinking.

Yet even his disapproving look doesn’t have the usual weight behind it.

“Yes. I will,” you say firmly, even as your heart curls inwards with another bout of concern.

Really, when did he get so tired?

And how did you not notice it earlier?

You leave the kitchen before Jamil can protest further, hurrying through the dorm corridors to find Kalim.

Soon you have an enthusiastic – and concerned – supporter for your plans. You have Kalim point out a few reliable Scarabia students to help with a few of the most urgent matters Jamil mentioned – cleaning up the common areas, delivering some paperwork to Crowley, preparing some dorm-wide notices – while you see to Kalim getting his school supplies in order for the following day. You even recruit a couple of third years to help Kalim with his homework.

You’ll see to the rest tomorrow – after all, you do also have a boyfriend to look after.

Your conversation over dinner can hardly be called anything else than an argument – despite Kalim’s best attempts at acting as a moderating force between you two. It is very tempting to ask Kalim to tell Jamil to take the rest of the day off – it’s not like Jamil would be willing to openly disobey a direct order. Still, you really don’t need to remind Jamil of his position on top of everything else that you’re already doing more or less against his wishes.

Eventually, however, Jamil’s had a square meal, the most urgent things on his to-do list are being taken care of, and you’ve managed to drag him to his bed.

“I really wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard,” you murmur, your arms wrapped tightly around Jamil. You’re telling yourself you really do just want to cuddle, to offer some respite to Jamil. Still, there might also be a part of you worried that if you were to let go, he’d just jump up and get back to working himself to the bone.

Yet, for all his protestations, just the fact that you’ve gotten Jamil to lay down with you speaks volumes of his current exhaustion.

“I can’t just leave my duties, albi. You know this.”

“Making yourself too indispensable, is what you’re doing,” you protest.

Oh, you know it’s not so simple. Not with his background, not with all the expectations and assumptions.

But sometimes you really wish it would be.

Jamil merely scoffs in response to your words.

Still, it is undeniable that he is slowly beginning to relax in your arms, slowly bringing his head closer to yours. His eyes are starting to flutter, too.

“I will still need to help Kalim with his homework, at the very least.”

You wonder who he is trying to convince more, you or himself.

“Amin and Khalil are helping him. They’re basically top of their classes, aren’t they? I’m sure they’ve got it.”

Still, Jamil frowns.

You sigh. He really is not letting go, is he?

“Do you want me to go supervise?” you ask.

And leave you, unsaid yet hanging there right after your words.

“Don’t,” Jamil eventually says, the word barely more than a breath.

It seems he has accepted his fate.

You softly caress Jamil’s hair, listening to his softening breathing.

And when you wake up, wholly unaware of having been lulled to sleep in the first place, it’s to the lightest of touches from Jamil’s fingers.

Tagging @diodellet @twstgo @crystallizsch @jamilvapologist @jamilsimpno69 as per request If you'd like to be tagged for any future works, let me know!

[blingblong55]

Dogs, dogs and more dogs- 141

This is based on a request:

Hi! Can I request if tf141 with Fem! Reade who has a lot more than 4 of German shepherds. The men’s ask her why she has a lot til she answered “Because… they’re my family. They’re all I have left.” She explain She found them in the forest when she was younger and the dogs were puppies. Her family died from car accident. The men’s were so sad hearing her explanation and hug her.

F!Reader, fluff?, Platonic!Relationship

From the minute the men of the task force met you, you had at least one dog around you. Buddy, Ghoul, Beelz, and Cane. They had become the only thing in this world that saved you from what could've been your demise. The men never understood why you were so attached to those dogs. Always petting them, babying them and at times they'd sleep in your bed.

You had become a dog handler for the military, always been deployed with your dog. A year into your service, your first dog ever, Rocky, had passed away, he defended your comrades from an enemy soldier. Took you two months to even decided to work with another dog. And one faithful night, there they were, 4 month old puppies, cold, scared and alone.

Buddy was the first one to accomplish his training, he was specifically trained to detect explosives. He and Soap got along very well, soap helped you at time to keep Buddy in check, always hiding an explosive so he can find it. His name was given after you accidentally kept calling him that name. It was cute and simple, but he was fierce and a devil on the field.

Ghoul, was your second to accomplish his training. He was fast, always willing to jump to anything you told him to. He was trained to search and rescue. The soldiers on base loved him, because on the field he was scary, but once back at base, he was the sweetest and calmest of your dogs. It was funny yet it made sense when the dog got attached to Ghost. One time Ghoul took his dog bed to the front of Ghost's quarters and office door. Now if Ghost is somewhere and you haven't seen Ghoul, just look for Ghost and he'll be there too.

Beelz was your favourite, she was so soft to the touch and so amazing on the field. Her speciality was patrolling and attacking. Something a poor rookie found out one day. She was attached to you, mainly because her brothers were so tough to play with and you gave her spa days. On base if a soldier who had a sneaked out and was coming back to base late at night, they wouldn't fear the actual guards at gate, but they feared Beelz. She would growl and make a mental note to tell on the soldier to either you or Price.

Cane was the beast of them all. He was a smart dog, so the military training him in detection of explosives and search and rescue. He was the serious of them all. Had a whole grumpy personality, silent, sleepy when off duty and the most hard working one of them all. At times you thought he was the dog version of Ghost and Gaz. But he never got along with them, just you. If Belz wasn't around and it was you in your room alone, Cane would be there, letting himself get pampered. But that was only with you. At times, Gaz or Ghost, deepening who won that argument, would run around base with Cane.

One afternoon when the dogs had the day off, you had found yourself in the common room, surrounded by them all. You were all watching a motorsports event. Buddy resting his head on your stomach, Beelz by your side, Ghoul on your other side and Cane by your feet. The men of the task force walked in, saw the image of your dogs and you. The second Ghoul picked up the scent of the lieutenant, he got up and walked to him.

Soap took Ghoul's seat, "Hi, bonnie" he rests his head on your shoulder, taking the remote from you and turning the volume up. You hummed a hello.

Price sat on the other end, "I never asked," he spoke up, making Soap and you turn to him, "why have all these dogs?" he wasn't asking to be rude but out of genuine curiosity. You sighed, looking from Buddy to him, "They are my family," Soap nudges your side with his elbow, "apart from you all, of course." you looked back to the screen. "what'd you mean?" Gaz sat on the other sofa. "A few years ago, I found them in a box, left on the side of the road, my parents and sibling were killed in a car accident, I was going back to their house after the funeral when a puppy by the name of Cane made me stop."

The image was still here.

Cane was the protector of his siblings. He figured if the cars passed slower because of the deers that maybe they'd stop for him on the road. So he stood there until some car would stop. You had just say your final goodbye at the funeral, feeling numb and sick. You saw a figure standing on the road, small but it wasn't moving, your car stopped, got off the car and met Cane. He went to you, he barked and bit the sleeve of your arm, guiding you to the other three pups. In a dirty and dented box three puppies laid there, trying to keep the girl warm. You looked at Cane and then at his siblings, "Don't worry," you picked the box up, put it in the back seat and then picked Cane up. He sat on the passenger seat.

You sigh as you retell the story, "then it was us five and now it's us and you guys." you look up, Soap snuggling to your side, wiping his own tears away. Gaz sitting closer now, a small smile on him, Beelz had found way to him. Price gave you a nod, understanding what they meant to you now. Ghost , Ghoul and Cane all staring at you, funny enough, Ghost was making his adorable puppy eyes. You smile at the image forming in front of you, your own family. It wasn't just the girl and her German shepherds, it was the girl and her favourite beings in this world. The dogs and your men, what more could there ever be.

A/N: this was requested a while back, so apologies if it was barely made.

[adventuringblind]

Drive With You Forever

Chapter sixteen: Boo!

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Chapter summary: Reader scares Carlos, Max is overprotective, an unexpected visitor appears

Warnings: alcohol consumption, survivors guilt, arguing

Notes: After much deliberation, I've decided to let my affinity for even numbers win.

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Masterlist

The sun is barely peaking over the edges of the sky as her and Lando walk hand in hand around the hungararing. Charles needed to be at the paddock early for his media duties. The two had decided to go with since they were up and let Max and Oscar sleep until the last minute.

The walk is peaceful. The shared airpods are playing soft music that Lando picked. Occasionally, he spins her around, or they stop to dance horribly.

It's so early that even the pitlane is empty. The occasional sound of tools can be heard, but no souls can be seen.

The music and Lando are so distracting that she doesn't notice anyone sneaking behind her. Hands grab her shoulder, which pulls a terrified gasp out of her. Instincts take over as she throws whoever it is behind her into the nearest wall. It's not hard, just enough to subdue. And scare- she supposes.

She holds whoever it was as her breath starts to even out. She can hear Lando and Charles laughing incredibly hard. Which is weird, because then who is she-?

"Carlos?!"

She releases her hold on him, and the spainard sinks to the ground. His expressions go through the five stages of grief.

"I told you not to scare her mate!" Charles is kneeling over in laughter.

She rushes to help him up. And to her shock, he lets her. She would have expected him to run in fear. Bolt to the nearest asylum and tell them to come get her.

"So, you're some kind of superhero? Or am I imagining things? Or are you really that strong?" Carlos asks questions faster than she could process. She's startled, overwhelmed, and frankly confused.

Charles comes to her rescue with his arms around her waist. "She's our superhero. If you tell anyone, you're dead."

"She looks like she feels bad for just shoving me against the wall."

"I never said it would be her doing the killing."

~~~~~

Charles flinches as Max slams the door behind him. He hates when any of them is angry. Max, however, has to be the worst.

Not because of anything he's doing wrong. The Dutch simply struggles to communicate when his emotions are flaring higher than normal. Charles hates seeing him so upset when all he wants is to keep them safe and happy.

He is currently curled up on the bed next to Lando. Oscar is sitting on one of the plush lounge chairs, and the female is curled up on a bar stool, not looking at anyone. She looked like she might cry. When Charles called Max to explain what had happened, he was not happy and started ranting over the speaker. Now she is sat there, blaming herself for messing things up.

"Carlos is coming over tonight, so we can explain this to him, yes?" Max asks the room. They all nod to confirm it. "I don't understand how this happened. We have no idea how Carlos is going to respond."

"He seemed fine when we left-"

"-But that doesn't guarantee he won't tell anybody." Max cut off Lando, and the Brit shrinks into Charles with a look of defeat.

Max then turns his attention to the female. The emotionally unstable girl who hadn't even been living in a proper home for that long. Who had immediately concluded she had ruined their lives once again (not that she ever did, this was her conclusion that Charles can't see how she came to).

"I would've expected you to at least have seen something by now. I thought your visions were to prevent these incidents, but they always seem to happen regardless." Max's volume rises as he speaks. His hand movements get more aggressive, and he can see the female getting more glassy eyed by the second. "It's so hard to keep you safe when you let things like this happen!"

Oh, Charles is going to kill him. But he'll have to do it later because before anyone can stop her, she is running out of the room. Only stopping to grab her shoes.

"Max Emilian Verstappen, I have half a mind to drag by the neck to Sebastian to explain this one to him." Seethes the Monegasque.

It's not often that they argue. Having more of them in a relationship means more arguments, but it also means more mediators. People who are neutral to help them resolve the issue.

Max already looks like he knows he messed up. "I didn't... I- I didn't mean it like that." He stutters out. Tears threaten to fall from his eyes.

Charles sighs in frustration. "Maybe we know that, but she takes things litterally." He goes through possible options. "I think we should give it an hour before we try to find her. Let her have some space first."

"Not sure how we're going to find her." Oscar points to where her phone lay. "Can't see her location if her phone isn't with her."

~~~~~

She's not sure where she's going. Just walking to clear her head. Figure things out. Understand why she can't just do things right.

Maybe Max is right. Maybe this really is all her fault. She let this all happen. She could've stopped it if she had more control over these stupid abilities.

She knows her mind is going to a dark place. It's a place she hadn't been for so long. But the voices that aren't hers are pulling her under water. She can't breathe knowing she messed up yet again. How many failures are needed to prove she's not meant to continue this life.

Her father had said the same thing Max had. Over and over, every day, the reason why he took everything from her. Because she had let her mother die and still doesn't have the strength to bring her back.

Why should she live? Her mother hadn't deserved her fate. Neither had any of her bloodline who came before her. Why should she be allowed to live freely when none of them had?

She must have blacked out while walking. Somehow, finding herself tucked away in a back alley, a bottle of alcohol in hand.

She didn't even know she had money. Furthermore, she doesn't even like alcohol normally. She supposes this isn't a normal occasion and instead takes a swig from the bottle. The burn in her throat distracts the thoughts in her brain.

She hears her name being called, but she's too apathetic to care. Yet as they continue to grow closer, she lets out a groan and shifts her weight upwards and against the wall. Her legs feel like they might give out from the weight. She falls, expecting to hit the concrete face first. Instead, she lands against another person.

"I've got you." Comes a familiar Australian accent. Oscar lowers her back onto the ground and assesses her for any injuries. "You forgot to take your phone with you. We've been searching for you for hours."

"Well, I guess Max can lecture me about it then. I'll add it to the compiling list of things I've done wrong."

Oscar isn't normally the most assertive person. He can be when he needs to, but he can also easily follow the flow of other people. This is one of those times where he needs to be. "You didn't do anything wrong. You were startled. You went defensive. Max knows what he said was wrong, and he didn't intend for it to come out that way." Her body is pulled into his. She hadn't realized how it had gotten late and that she is cold now. His body heat is comforting. "Come back with me and let Max apologize. Everyone is worried that you'd been taken again, and Carlos is at the room as well."

She can hear the waiver of anxiety in his voice. He hates not knowing where she is. It leaves too many possibilities for her to get hurt, or worse, taken away from him again.

Oscar helps her walk back to the hotel. The bottle of alcohol left behind in the alley for someone else to take advantage of. It's a long, wobbly walk where she feels anxiety building with every step. Even when they get to the door, she has half a mind to turn and run. Though she doubts she'd get very far.

Lando is the one to open the door. He looks as if he'd been crying. If he was, he didn't say anything.

He helps Oscar get her to the larger then neccecary bathroom. Then she beelines straight for the empty bath. Her safe place.

"Max wants to apologize. Can I let him in?"

"Yeah, but can you stay, please?" She's not sure she can express things properly right now and may need Oscar's calm to help the two very emotional people through.

"Wouldn't think of leaving."

He opens the door and summons Max over. It's an awkward few moments as the two get comfortable. She fiddles with her hands while they do so.

Max sighs. His eyes are red and tired. His face settled in his constantly moving hands. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I wasn't thinking properly and I was scared. Which is not an excuse I know-"

"I forgive you. It's not like I handled it well, either."

"I just want you to be safe. You've been through so much already that I just want to see you not worry yourself sick." They look at each other now. Really take in the hurt and worry that paint the feature of the other.

Oscar decides to give them a few moments alone before joining the others. Lando had once compared their post argument affection to remind them they are okay to aftercare. She deems them very different. In this case, both her and Max were high on emotions, so they did and said things that weren't right. But they'd all come to an agreement that when there are apologies made and forgiveness granted that they don't hold onto it. At the end of the day, they are human, and humans do stupid things. This is a promise that they are going to be fine.

~~~~~

Oscar isn't sure what he's expecting to happen when the two step out of the room, but it certainly wasn't Carlos being star struck.

"I have so many questions."

"You always have questions."

"I think he always has opinions, actually."

Oscar rolls his eyes. Carlos could ask all he wanted, but he probably would get the answers he's looking for. There is some part of him that knows Carlos commands and controls his environment. Yet the other side of him sees what Charles sees: a funny and playful Spaniard. Plus, the Aussie is new to all of this, and if anything, he can't help but feel mildly anxious.

"Have you always had your powers?" Carlos looks at the female with curiosity in his eyes.

"Yes, I was born with them." His eyes flicker to Max as the Dutch places his hand on her lower back. She seems to flinch at the question itself. As if having to recall the answer also brought with it memories.

Carlos keeps asking more specific questions, prying further into the females past. She does her best to answer as many as possible, but she's gradually steeping into a more anxious state.

"I think that's enough for tonight." Max pulls the girl into him, and her demeanor shifts again. Relaxed from feeling safe in his arms. “Jack, can you take her to the other room?”

Oscar simply nods and gently leads the female to the connected room. Two rooms since apparently it’s difficult for them to all sleep comfortably in the same bed that isn’t built for five. There have been many angry physios because they were falling off the bed or settling for the floor. So, they had to change tactics.

When he closes the door behind him, the two throw themselves into bed. “Does Max not want us in there for a reason?”

“Do you want to be in there still? Because I’m happy to sleep.”

He will not get to sleep yet, however, because there is a knock on the door. Oscar groans in exhaustion and annoyance. How had they managed to know what room they were in? Doesn’t anyone sleep these days?!

Oscar takes his sweet time getting up and meandering to the door. He swings it open with more attitude than neccacary, but to his shock, there is nobody on the other side.

A small box sits outside the door. For everything that has happened, a box is probably the least of their worries. Oscar, however, still gets a chill up his spine when he bring it inside the space.

"A package? Did you see from who?"

"A ghost? An invisible man?"

"No need to be rude..."

Oscar sighs and starts ripping open the small cardboard box. "Sorry. I'm just tired -" he catches a glimpse of the contents. "A whole box for a single note!"

The girl looks at his with curiosity. If she weren't so damn cute, he would close the box and think about it later. Instead, he unfolds the paper. "It's a letter... from your father."

~

Lando watches the older boys intently. Carlos and Max have been going back and forth for awhile now.

“Have you considered that maybe this is a condition?”

“Have you considered that her father is a psycho?”

Carlos had been trying to figure out the reasons behind everything. There is one, technically speaking, but it isn’t their place to share that information.

“I know you want to protect her Max, but maybe you should consider visiting the the guy and asking him about it.” Carlos gets up off the bed and stands in front of Max. His stance is loose and relaxed. “She looks like she’s in pain and ready to break at any second.” He claps Max on the shoulder before heading out of the room.

Lando looks at the older two. “Well that was eventful.”

Max flops down in between himself and Charles. The groan he lets out is muffled by the pillows. “I don’t like his tone.”

“His tone? Or the fact maybe he was into something?” Charles quirks his eyebrows.

“Both.”

The three of them pull back the covers after getting ready for bed. Lando having checked that Oscar and their superhero of a girlfriend are at least in bed.

“On the bright side, we can’t even think about that until after this weekend. We’ve got driving to do still.”

~

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[lovingrosewho]

Hotline

Summary: you decide to call the hotline to the precinct claiming to have information on a case, so you can meet the hot FBI agent you saw on tv.

ONE SHOT

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Rating: T

Word count: 1689

Warnings: age gap but it’s not specified, miiiild sex suggestions, mentions of murder and usual tv series stuff.

“Nuh-uh. There’s no way I’m calling” you tell your sister, still mortified after what you saw.

“You have to! It’s your duty as a citizen!” she argues with you, yelling from the kitchen, making you tea as you keep processing the events from earlier.

It had never crossed your mind that what you saw could be a federal crime. You had just been ending your shift as a bartender, heading to your car, but when you got to it, you dropped your keys and got on your knees to look for them, luckily, because otherwise, what went on on the other side, might have happened to you if whoever was there discovered there was a witness. You just saw two pairs of feet too close to one another, and you recognized one of them as one of your customers, then you heard a low punch and the sound of dragging. After everything got silent you entered your car and drove as fast as you could out of there. You just thought some junkie was mugging the guy who got out of that bar, not that a serial killer was loose and wreaking havoc in your town.

“No, I’m sorry, but no. What if that lunatic finds me? Or worse, you? No. They’ll have to figure something else out to catch him” you declare, making your sister sigh as she hands you your tea and turns the volume of the tv up. As she does so, the image on the screen changes to something (or better said, someone) in a forefront view, and catches your eye.

He’s much older, you can tell, you have a good age radar, mid-forties at least, for sure, but early-fifties tops. His deep brown eyes full of concern, and his eyebrows furrowed, permanently by the looks of it. He’s wearing a suit and tie, making his back and shoulders look even broader than in the footage you had watched earlier from a much distant plane. You can’t help but wonder what it would be like to feel them without all those layers of clothes. The image changes again and you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, you turn to your sister to find her looking mockingly at you.

“Eager much to come forward now?” she asks with sarcasm.

“What?” you ask back, unsure of what she means, but too embarrassed to follow up that question given you very well know you didn’t pay attention to a word that man said, too busy indulging in your own fantasies. Your sister just laughs.

“That agent on the tv? The one you were drooling over? He was saying that they’re out of leads on the case, that if anyone has any information on the last victim, he will personally attend to it and protect the witnesses”. You remain speechless, but your sister catches the slightest twist on your mouth, clear sign that you’re debating yourself, inclining more towards the ‘yes’ than the ‘no’. She shakes her head, keeping the sarcastic smile on and handing you her phone. “(Y/N), call the damn hotline”.

You make a fake disbelief and offended face at her, but take the phone and make the call either way. A local officer picks up, but when you explain the nature of your call, she passes you through immediately. After a couple minutes, the hypnotizing voice you heard before is right there, speaking through the phone. This time, you know you’re holding your breath.

“This is Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner. Who am I talking to?” his grave voice questions, although it seems much more like a command. You clear your throat before speaking, suddenly out of words and lacking hydration.

“Uh-yeah-yes. I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N)”.

“What can I do for you?” he asks another question. He’s being polite but you can tell he’s testing if you’re wasting his time or not.

“We were watching the news. I saw the guy who is your last victim. I think that perhaps I was the one who saw him last” you confess. The other side of the line goes silent for a few seconds.

“Do you mind coming down to the precinct, miss (Y/L/N)?” his voice tone sounds much more gentle this time, still in charge, but it sounds as if he’s figured you out and therefore, he can be at ease.

“Not at all. I’ll be there in 20 minutes. I look forward to meeting you, Agent Hotchner”. You don’t wait for a response, you can tell there’s fumes of confusion emanating from the phone, but you hang up before even your brain catches up with your mouth. Your sister bursts out laughing.

“What was that about?!” she asks playfully, still laughing.

“Shut up” you tell her, equally playful, fixing your makeup and grabbing your purse before heading out the door and driving to the precinct.

“Go. Go meet the hot FBI agent” your sister keeps laughing.

When you arrive, who appears to be the officer you talked to earlier, guides you towards one of the cubicles, where Agent Hotchner is already waiting for you.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)” he stands up to shake your hand. Maybe it’s a delusion, but you think, even if it is for a split second, that his eyes linger briefly on you.

“Please, (Y/N) is fine” you assure with a suggestive smile, which you’re not sure if he catches (oh, but he does, even if you don’t know it).

“I’ll leave you to it” the officer tells him with a swift nod which he returns, and gets out of the small cubicle.

“Nice to finally meet you. I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner. We spoke on the phone” he reminds you (as if you needed reminding), indicating for you to sit down and following after you. You can’t help but notice the ‘finally’ in his first sentence. He looks deadly serious, but his words? Not so much.

“Well, Aaron, did we speak on the phone? I can’t remember. Oh wait, yes, you’re the hot FBI agent I saw on tv” you flirt, lightly inclining yourself towards him. There’s not much room in the cubicle, so your actions are fairly noticeable. There’s a mild tug at the corner of his lips, but he stays in character. You can tell he’s in his federal agent, work mode.

“You said you had some information you wanted to share with me?”. Me. Not ‘us’.

“Yes. I bartend at the bar the guy you found last night was. The one next to the woods?” you decide to play along his game first: answer all his questions regarding the case, then flirt.

“He was one of your customers?”

“Yes. Not a regular one though. I’ve just seen him a couple of times”.

You explain the whole situation to him, the full scene as well as you can remember it.

“How did you know the pair of shoes belonged to him?” he reaches the end of his questions, it seems to you as if this last question is more out of curiosity than anything.

“The guy hit on me the first time he was there, as they all do, but with that stupid neon red pair of sneakers? Please. I’d recognize them anywhere”. Agent Hotchner suppresses a snicker.

At this point, there’s little to no space between the two of you, the cubicle is so small you’re surprised they could fit two people in here.

“Sorry about the lack of space. The conference room, interrogation room, and practically all the other rooms are entirely occupied. With the case and all” he apologizes looking directly in your eyes, deviating his gaze just once to your lips. You lick them and bite the lower one, and he notices.

“I’m not complaining” you tell him, leaning even closer, now there’s merely a couple inches separating your lips from his. He lets out a hitched breath.

“Well, if, you think of anything else that might be useful, I’ll give you my card with my personal information on it” he says, but can’t bring himself to stand up. You lick your lips once again and put one of your hands on his knee. Hotchner panics silently, but still can’t bring himself to stop you, he quickly scans the surroundings to be sure no one’s nor watching nor hearing.

“Oh, I can think of a few ways I can make myself useful”. You finally lean in what’s rest of the space between the two of you, collapsing your lips together, maintaining the kiss passionate but silent, the hand you have on his knee lightly squeezing it and traveling slightly up. Aaron places his hands on your hips but breaks the kiss moments after and stands up. He takes one of his cards out of his suit pocket, writes something fast on it, and hands it to you.

“Well, (Y/N), thank you for coming. If you think of anything else. Do not hesitate on calling, have a nice day”. He speaks a bit louder than earlier. You’re guessing, so most people can hear and don’t suspect anything funny happened. He gives you a small nod and turns around, walking outside the cubicle, heading where his team is. You stay perplexed for a few seconds, until your eyes come down to the card he just gave you and spot his personal phone, the name of the hotel they’re all staying in and his room number. You bite your tongue so you don’t scream in delight. When you calm down, you go out of the cubicle to the exit. Agent Hotchner and you catch a glimpse of each other. He gives you a small, mischievous smile when you wink at him and head out of the precinct. Aaron lets out a deep breath and shakes his head in disbelief, proceeding to walk to the conference room, reuniting with Derek, Reid and Rossi.

“That took longer than expected. Everything okay?” Morgan questions his boss as he enters. The three of them, Derek, Reid and Rossi exchange glances but say nothing.

“Yes. Everything’s fine. What else do we have here?” Hotch says, disguising his excitement.

MASTERLIST

[babygirl-diaz]

All About Us

"Hey! I was working on something!" Eddie protested when Buck removed the laptop from his lap and put it on the coffee table. Instead of saying anything, Buck climbed onto the sofa and lay his head down on Eddie's lap, He took Eddie's hand and put it on his head.

"Aw, does my golden retriever want head scratches?" Eddie teased.

"Mhmm," Buck hummed and nuzzled Eddie's thigh, making him giggle.

"Stop!" Eddie whined, feeling ticklish. "Or no head scratches for you."

Buck let out a low whine from his throat like an actual puppy and turned his head to look up at Eddie with his pleading big blue eyes.

"You're lucky you're cute," Eddie sighed, defeated, and leaned down to kiss his cheek.

He started running his fingers through Buck's hair before scratching the scalp. He picked up the TV remote and turned it on, keeping the volume low as he continued to let his blunt fingernails gently drag across Buck's scalp.

Buck made happy noises like the tattooed golden retriever he was and Eddie is pretty sure he even saw him rubbing his feet together. If Buck had a tail, it would probably wag right now.

It wasn't long before soft snores filled the living room and leaned down, kissing the top of his head again.

The front door opened and Eddie looked up to find Tommy entering the house and throwing his keys into the key bowl. Eddie's other boyfriend smiled as he approached them. "Is he sleeping?" Tommy whispered, taking a seat beside Eddie.

"Yeah, he is," Eddie replied but didn't stop scratching Buck's head.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Tommy whispered like he didn't already know the answer.

"Wanted to wait up for you," Eddie told him and lay his head down on Tommy's shoulder.

Eddie felt a gentle kiss on his temple and smiled. "How was your day?"

"Boring," Tommy replied.

"Liar," Eddie chuckled and looked up at Tommy, meeting him halfway for a kiss.

"Okay, fine, so maybe I had an amazing day, but I don't want you to feel bad," Tommy pouted at him.

"Hey, just because I am a dispatcher now, doesn't mean my days aren't amazing," Eddie huffed.

"Sorry, babygirl, I didn't mean it like that." Tommy kissed his cheek and the way he always said "babygirl" made Eddie's heart explode.

He was about to reply when a cry came from the nursery, making Eddie sigh. "Duty calls."

"I got this, you've been taking care of Lily all day," Tommy said and started to get up when Eddie stopped him with a hand on his thigh.

"You must be tired, babe. I got it. You make sure he doesn't wake up too," Eddie said pointing at Buck.

He gently lifted Buck off of himself and slid out, letting Tommy take his place.

Eddie went to the nursery and picked up their crying 6-month-old, holding her close to his chest as he tried to calm her down.

"Dad?"

Eddie turned around to find Chris standing at the doorway, rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong, kiddo?"

"Is Lily okay?" The 16-year-old asked, concern lacing his voice.

"She's fine," Eddie gave him a fond smile as he put a now-sleeping Lily back in her crib. "Probably had a bad dream or something."

"Do babies dream?" Chris asked, frowning

"I guess they do," Eddie shrugged.

"I don't want Lily to have bad dreams," Chris replied and made his way over to them. He looked down at Lily and then back at Eddie. "Not like the rest of us do."

"I know, kiddo, I don't either," Eddie replied and put a hand on his shoulder. "I don't want you to have bad dreams either."

"I'm fine," Chris grumbled and shrugged off Eddie's hand.

Eddie tried not to take it personally. "Chris-"

But Chris left without saying a word.

Eddie sighed and went back to the living room where currently Buck and Tommy were curled up together on the couch, with Buck's arms protectively wrapped around Tommy as he held him close.

"You two look cozy," Eddie teased, and he sat down on the floor in front of the couch.

"You okay?" Tommy asked and Eddie felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, but I don't think Chris is," Edde replied. "I don't know if he's having a rough time at school or he's going through a bad breakup but there is something off with him."

"Not trying to be dismissive here, babygirl, but Chris is a teenager. His problems are way beyond our comprehension," Buck told him.

"I know, but I wish we could talk, you know? Like we used to when he was a kid."

"That's the thing, though, he's not a kid anymore. No matter how much we all may hate it, he is growing up, and he needs his space," Tommy told him. "Now tell us, are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Eddie asked looking over them.

Both Buck and Tommy looked equally concerned.

"Eddie, you gave up being a firefighter to take care of her," Buck pointed out. "Last time-"

"Last time was different," Eddie quickly assured him. "I am not gonna have another breakdown, trust me. Besides, I like spending time with our little girl."

The sofa shifted behind him and soon Buck and Tommy were sitting on either side of him.

"But if it does get too much-" Tommy started to say

"I'll let you know," Eddie cut him off

Two pairs of arms wrapped around Eddie, and Eddie let out a breath, letting them just hold him.

[sokkaxmoon]

A Night Under The Stars

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a serene glow over the quiet training grounds at Tokyo Jujutsu High. The usual cacophony of students and teachers was absent, leaving only the soft rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of a nocturnal creature. You had stayed late, your mind racing after a long day of lessons and practice.

Sitting on a bench beneath a sprawling cherry blossom tree, you tried to clear your thoughts, the gentle breeze rustling through your hair. The scent of the blossoms filled the air, and you found solace in the peaceful night.

Suddenly, you heard a familiar, light-hearted chuckle from behind you. Turning around, you saw Gojo Satoru strolling into view, his trademark white hair glowing softly under the moonlight. He wore his usual casual attire—a dark, fitted shirt, his signature black blindfold, and a relaxed smile.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, his voice as smooth and playful as ever.

You shook your head, trying to offer a small smile. “Not really. Just needed some fresh air.”

Gojo approached and plopped down on the bench beside you, stretching his long legs out and making himself comfortable. “Ah, I see. Well, you’re not alone in that. I was just taking a break from some… well, let’s call it ‘supervision.’”

You glanced at him curiously. “Supervision? Of what?”

He grinned, tapping his sunglasses. “I have to keep an eye on all the shenanigans happening around here, even when I'm not on duty. It’s a full-time job.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly. “I bet it is. So, what brings you out here tonight?”

Gojo leaned back and looked up at the star-studded sky, his expression thoughtful. “Sometimes I just need to get away from the chaos. You know, enjoy the simple things. Like how peaceful it is out here.”

For a moment, there was a rare, genuine silence between you, the kind that spoke volumes without words. You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over you.

“You know,” you began, hesitating slightly, “you’re not always as carefree as you seem. Sometimes it’s like you’re carrying a lot on your shoulders.”

Gojo turned to you, his usual playful demeanor softening. “You noticed, huh? I guess I do have a lot of responsibilities. But I try not to let it get to me. I have to stay positive for everyone else, after all.”

You nodded, understanding the weight of his words. “It must be hard, though. Balancing everything while keeping up your own image.”

He chuckled, a genuine sound that made his eyes crinkle with warmth. “It’s not all that bad. I have people like you around who keep me grounded.”

You blinked in surprise, feeling a warmth in your cheeks. “Me? How so?”

Gojo shrugged, his grin returning. “You’re always so dedicated, so hardworking. It reminds me why I do what I do. Besides, you’re not so bad to talk to when I need a break.”

You looked down, feeling a mix of shyness and appreciation. “Thank you. That means a lot, coming from you.”

He leaned in closer, the playful glint in his eye never fading. “Well, you should know that I have a soft spot for those who can keep up with me. And you definitely do.”

As the night wore on, the conversation between you and Gojo meandered from light-hearted banter to deeper, more personal reflections. The stars above seemed to twinkle in agreement with the connection that had formed.

When it was finally time to leave, Gojo stood up and offered you a hand. “Let’s head back. It’s getting late, and we both have a full day ahead.”

You took his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch, and stood up with him. “Yeah, let’s go.”

As you walked side by side back to the dorms, the moonlight casting a gentle glow over your path, you couldn’t help but feel that this quiet night had somehow made everything a little clearer. In Gojo’s presence, amidst the tranquility of the night, you had found not just a mentor but a friend who understood more than he let on.

And as you parted ways at the door, Gojo turned with a final, genuine smile. “Goodnight. See you tomorrow.”

You smiled back, feeling a sense of contentment. “Goodnight, Gojo.”

As you entered your room, you glanced out the window at the stars one last time, feeling a renewed sense of calm. The night had been a reminder that even amidst the chaos, there were moments of peace and connection worth cherishing.

[punderdome]

The Fine Print: Chapter 4

Words: 2100

Rating: SFW, see content warning.

Summary: Raphael reads Tav the completed marriage agreement and shows Tav his prized treasures.

[AO3]

CW: This chapter does contain a very brief reference to sexual assault/marital rape as a topic, but there is no past character trauma or described/implied encounters. This is also NOT a non-con fic, so there will never be explicit non-con interactions in this work. The very slow burn and lead up to explicit chapters is intentional to emphasize all sexual encounters are consensual.

Chapter 4: The Appendices, the Addenda, and the Artifacts

Raphael continued his explanation of her contract as he gestured to various parts of Canian law tome volume 75, his clawed hand pointedly gesturing to various runes from subsection 381.  Paterfamilias.  Head of household.

Finding it awkward to point out specific sentences while staring at the tome’s contents upside-down, Raphael gestured for Tav to come to his side of the desk.  There was only one chair.  Gods, he wanted her to come sit on his lap.   She needed his explanations, and making him angry was just going to make the situation worse.  She didn’t want to find out about some twisted torture clause for naughty mice while facing his wrath.  

Tav rose slowly, and Raphael quickly spun the tome around to fix the orientation of the runes.  She made her way around the desk and took a seat on Raphael’s left thigh.  His left hand immediately went to wrap around her waist, and he continued to work through the translation with his right index claw tapping at the jagged script.

“Let’s begin with the summary of your duties to me.”  

Tav cut him off quickly as she watched what he was pointing at.  “Pater, you, isn't that translation much closer to father?”  Raphael chucked.

“You catch on quickly, my dearest.  It’s archaic even for the Hells and not used in Devilish Infernal outside of law references.  I’m sure you’ve obviously realized that our relationship is going to be rather different.  These other subsections,” he gestured to different paragraphs on the page, “are for other family members like children, pets, servants, and consorts and their obligations to the head of the house.”

“Head of the House of the House of Hope,” she blurted out the tongue twister absentmindedly, and Raphael’s fingers tapped over her waist in a playful rhythm in response.

“Pay attention, dear one, for I would hate to introduce restraining implements so quickly in our relationship,” he purred flirtatiously.  “You are under my absolute authority in my household, and while I will tolerate a bit of your spice and banter, outright disrespect might be subject to punishment at my discretion.  I often find your wit amusing, but I do have my limits.”  Tav knew Raphael had a fiery temper, and so far she had been able to avoid being the recipient.  It would probably be unwise to call him a sick fuck a second time.  At least not to his face.

“As we have discussed, you are my wife, and I have ownership of your body and soul.”  Tav failed to swallow a thick lump in her throat and felt horrified by the implications of what Raphael could legally force her to do.  She stiffened and tried to push the feelings down and remain calm for the rest of the reading.  She clenched her fists tightly to keep her hands from shaking.  “Tavara, look at me .”  The look on his face was surprisingly gentle and very serious.  “I know what is going through your mind, but I have no intentions of forcing myself on you or selling you to someone else.”  She unclenched her fists, and Raphael took that as permission to proceed.  “Your magic also falls under that jurisdiction.  It is mine to command, but I shall make sure you are still able to express some of your formidable powers.”  This revelation was equally as haunting.  Tav was body and soul and magic together, but now none of those truly belonged to her.

Changing the subject and moving into other territory, he continued reading.  “What items you own are now my property.  Did you own a house on Prime Material, my dearest?”

“No, I was letting out an apartment until I could save up to purchase one.”

“Such a pity,” Raphael laughed, “because that would also now belong to me.”   The idea that he cared whether she owned a modest home seemed laughable, or maybe he was hoping to have a dwelling where he could safely destroy everything within if the mood took him one afternoon.  The complete lack of any financial independence troubled her, and she had always been able to care for herself in years past instead of relying on others.

She picked up her wine goblet and took a few sips, swishing the wine around in her mouth.  “You are to provide me with children and heirs to my household.”  Tav almost spat the entire mouthful of alcohol all over Raphael’s desk and priceless, ancient Canian tome.

“Children?!” Tav squeaked, coughing and sputtering at the mouthful of wine that she inhaled instead of ingested.  The pleasant wine was sending a burning sensation down her windpipe with the tannins and hints of red fruit becoming acidic and raging.

“It can be the consequence of what a wed couple does when they are alone.”  She continued to cough and doubled over slightly trying to regain her composure and trying to pretend that he never said that last sentence.  Raphael paused until she was no longer choking out breaths.  She grimaced and motioned for him to continue.

“Now we come to the part where we discuss my obligations to you, and you may find this part of our conversation to be more pleasant.”  He sat up straighter in his chair, and Tav thought she could feel his chest puff up in pride.  “My primary duty: I am to provide you my full protection, in case you so need it.”

“What would I need your protection from?” Tav interrupted him.

He cocked an eyebrow before gesturing to the horizon in the window.  “The Hells perhaps?  As I grow in power, my number of enemies will also grow.  As my wife, you would be an incredibly valuable target for abduction.  If I give you orders for your safety and well-being, I expect you to follow them without question.”  She nodded in acknowledgment.

“Second, I am to fill your material needs and ensure you are well cared for.  Lucky for you, you shall want for nothing here.  Should you wish for something, you have but to ask myself or one of the servants.”  From the lavishness of her wedding gifts, she didn’t doubt that he would fulfill this part of his obligations.

“Third, I will prevent you from aging, so you need not be concerned over a natural death, and in the event of an untimely death, I will have retention of your soul to return you here.”  The very idea of being frozen in time within the House of Hope seemed surreal.  He would keep her here with him exactly as she is now forevermore.  Raphael ceased reading but maintained his overly-fanciful magnanimous posture.

“Is that it?” she didn’t think she saw any additional terms listed, but knowing how terrible her reading skills for Infernal Law actually were, it wouldn’t have surprised her if there were twenty additional obligations laying in wait like a predator for unsuspecting prey.

“That is it, my dearest.”

“What about the modifications in the appendix of our contract?  What else did I agree to?”

Raphael chuckled, gave her waist a cheeky squeeze, and laid out the appendix atop the Canian tome.  “First, you agreed to Haarlep.”

“What is a Haarlep?” Great, hopefully it wasn't some Infernal legal term for an unusual kink.

“Haarlep is my incubus.  They were a gift to me from my father, who uses them to distract me and fill my other needs.  I am to retain Haarlep’s services as required and keep his continued service in my home.  Should the mood strike you, we may involve Haarlep on occasion in their Boudoir should I allow it.  They are instructed not to play with you without express permission.”  That seemed… reasonable .  It was never a good idea for a mortal to be involved with an incubus without risking life and soul, though it was no longer like Haarlep really had anything left to take from her.

“On a similar subject, our marriage must be consummated within three days of our wedding feast.”  Raphael recited from their agreement.  She breathed a sigh of relief that this felt lenient for Raphael, who had been burning through innuendos all evening.  She didn’t have many choices at present, and this one seemed to be one of the very few left available to her now.

“And this last one?” Tav pointed to the final line of the Appendix.

“I have agreed to refrain from torture of either your body or your soul.”  Tav felt a strange feeling in her chest as a wave of relief washed over her.  She was happy that he willingly included this particular clause without request, but it seemed completely out of character for any being that originated in the Hells.  “I am nothing if not humane , my Little Mouse.”  She smiled gently in gratitude, though humane was definitely not in her vocabulary of how she would have described the cambion. Dastardly, yes.  Humane, no.

She climbed out of his lap.  “Thank you for the translation.”

“Of course, my dearest, Tavara.”  He rose from his chair and offered her his elbow again.  “Shall I show you around the house?”  She took his arm, and he whisked them out of the study.  He escorted her down the halls.  As they passed over a particularly warm set of floorboards near a balcony, she looked down at her feet.  She was still barefoot from losing her slippers somewhere in her second withdrawal from the portal chamber.  For all of the events of the evening, Raphael seemed not to notice.  He may have also realized it made her less of a flight risk.

He was engrossed in explaining the artwork on the walls of the corridor.  Great stained glass windows lined the outer walls, inset into carved windowsills with images of fiends cavorting.  The halls of the House of Hope were completely empty save for occasional servants passing through who bowed immediately upon seeing the master of the house and his barefoot bride.  

There was a great arched door at the end of the corridor surrounded by carved and gilded stone pillars.  Raphael led her inside and into a grand room filled with bookshelves and tomes and bathed in a gentle orange light.  The center of the floor was marble inlaid with an image of four horns, a perfect replica of Raphael’s.  At the far end of the room lay three cordoned-off marble display cases containing different treasures, seemingly out in the open.  

“This is my archive, and you may use it as you wish,” he granted generously.  He loudly cleared his throat, and a Mephistopheles Tiefling looked up and immediately rushed over to where Raphael was giving his tour.

“Master Raphael,” he started nervously, bowing as he spoke.  “How may I be of service to you today?”

“This is the Archduchess, and she is to be given full access to the archives with the exception of my treasured artifacts.  Is that clear?”  

“I shall be happy to provide my Lady with a tour or some reading materials at your pleasure.”  The Archivist bowed again in acknowledgment, afraid of looking Tav in the eye.  Raphael dismissed him with a wave of a hand and led Tav over to the three marble display cases.

Raphael started with the left pillar.  A beautiful heart-shaped ruby pendant lay carefully inside, with silver leaf trimming that made it look like an exotic fruit.  “An amulet of great power that I took from a cleric of twilight to conclude a deal.  Its bearer is said to receive blessings of health and well-being.”

“Why is it hidden away, shouldn’t you be using its power?”  Tav inquired to her new spouse.

“It’s a symbol of a pure soul that I corrupted.  A cleric protecting her flock, surrendering her powers to me.”  Tav found herself wondering as she studied the silver leaves.  Perhaps she was already corrupted before and never realized it until now.  Raphael corrupts everything he touches.

Raphael led her to the far pillar on the right containing a pair of silver and gold gauntlets with jagged, serrated golden claws instead of fingers.  “Gauntlets that provide the wearer incredible strength.”

“I’ll take it that you don’t use them because you prefer to battle with wits,” Tav mumbled idly.

“You are a clever one, my Little Mouse.”

He led her to the center pillar and she saw a scroll covered with Infernal runes, shimmering in the glowing Avernus light.  This one was enchanted to slowly spin and rotate in suspension, where the other prizes lay still and dormant.  She recognized two signatures of the signee and countersignee.

“My contract.” Tav breathed quietly.  She stepped forward and read the plaque description for this particular treasure.

“My most beloved client.”

“Perhaps we should retire for the evening,” Raphael whispered into her ear.

[mouwrites]

I love your one shot about Lloyd and his twin and about the tomorrow tea. I was wondering if you if it’s not too much trouble if you have any hc about the aftermath like what happened when Lloyd arrived home, twin’s reaction to their suddenly being older, etc?

You got it!

Word count: 685

Ninjago - Being Lloyd's Younger Twin After the Tomorrow's Tea Incident

Part I here

You bounced your leg impatiently. It had been several hours since your brother Lloyd had left to help the ninjas, and you were starting to get worried. You had both been instructed to stay put while the ninjas responded to a distress call, but when you received a call from Jay requesting that Lloyd (specifically him, and not you) bring their weapons, Lloyd decided to oblige him. You tried to convince him to let you tag along, but gave up pretty quickly when you realized that you could have the TV all to yourself.

That was several hours ago. The TV was no longer of interest to you—you were watching the dark sky outside more than the screen.

You stood up, resolving to call one of the ninjas to see what was going on. Before you even picked up the phone you heard the unmistakable hiss of the Bounty docking on the roof above, and with a rush of relief you hurried up.

You were met first with Nya, who smiled at you, but there was something off about the smile. You’d almost say there was pity in it, but you couldn’t be sure. 

Jay, Cole, Kai, Zane, Wu. They were all shooting similarly pitiful looks at you as they each passed in succession. You ignored them, looking past them for your brother.

“Where’s Lloyd?”

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and Nya’s sympathetic face appeared beside you. “Y/n, there’s something you should know before you see him.”

You didn’t like her tone. Clearly, something bad had happened. You glanced over the ninjas. None of them appeared to be too roughed up, and with a sinking feeling you wondered if that meant that Lloyd had taken the brunt of an attack.

“What happened?” You asked, trying to keep the panic out of your voice. “Is he okay?”

“I’m fine,” a new voice came from the direction of the Bounty. It was familiar, but… altered. As if the speaker was using a voice filter. 

You whirled around to see Lloyd. Was that Lloyd? It couldn’t be. He was so tall! And his voice; it was slightly deeper than that of the Lloyd you knew.

But he had the same platinum hair. His emerald eyes sparkled with his signature charm—part mischief, part maturity, all lovable. 

Your apprehension must have shown on your face, because the stranger (or was he not a stranger?) laughed. 

“I look a little different now, huh?”

You heard the ninjas scrambling to explain, but their voices were just noise to you as you stared confoundedly at your brother. You caught enough to understand that some kind of magic potion had caused him to age several years at once; everything else went straight through one ear and out the other.

Lloyd was smiling somewhat awkwardly at you. You didn’t like it. His chiseled face was so different from the youthful roundness that you were accustomed to. 

This isn’t my brother. But it was.

The distrusting way you looked at him that night continued for several more days. Every time you laid eyes on him, it was as if your brain couldn’t compute that this was the same boy you’d grown up with. No matter how many times you corrected yourself, you just couldn’t seem to grasp that this wasn’t a stranger.

These thoughts weren’t helped by his shift in behavior. He had played video games with you mere hours before on that fateful night, and now he wouldn’t even sit on the couch with you. He was always training or helping the ninjas with their duties. You were lucky if he gave you so much as a passing glance, let alone a minute of his time. 

You tried to tempt him: turning up the volume while you played his favorite games, deliberately splaying Starfarer comics on the table, anything that might’ve caught the old Lloyd’s attention. But this new Lloyd was simply too busy. Too responsible. Too mature. 

You stared at your round young face in the mirror. Tears pricked your eyes as you whispered to yourself:

“He grew up without me.”

Thanks for your request, and thank you for reading! Take care sweets <33

(divider by saradika)

[velvet-paradox]

Vulnerable

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: König x Female reader Summary: somethings just don't stay on the battlefield. Length: Long Warnings: NSFW, 18 + ONLY, canon typical violence, blood, death, established relationship, explicit content, strong language, sexual assault, oral (m receiving), L-bomb, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up, you know the drill), creampie, smut.

Vulnerable.

König hates the word. Seethes it, loathes it, spits it out like broken teeth in a skin tearing fight. He knows the feeling well. He's missing four of his own (just a couple in the back, nothing too serious) and the front left one is chipped. It might worsen if he keeps tonguing it behind his mask though.

He's been here before. Not in this exact warehouse or chair but he'd been in a familiar position.

The mission was supposed to be a crystal clear cut and dry recon. Get in, get out, get the job done quietly and go the fuck home. Only to find out, the hard way, that himself, you and Ghost had stumbled across what was supposed to be a closed off base of operations. You were just looking for stolen black market weapons; not fucking terrorists.

Ultimately dispatched and taken hostage, they separated your company. The way your head knocked back when one of the men who'd grabbed you after giving your cheek a good blunt hit with his gun, made König wince. Anger, so much anger boiled deep in his belly, even more so when he watched them drag you limply into a different room.

The sound is deafening. His gloves feel too tight, his eyes are too hot, he's sweating and taking notes of how the other three men are pacing rhythmically behind him.

The main guy in front of König tilts his head to the radio attached to his shoulder, after it alerts to the room and he smiles sickly before tuning it to another channel. 

"Has he talked yet?" 

"Not yet. But he will." The bearded man crossed his arms over his lithe chest.

"See if this helps."

König grinds his jaw and flexes his fingers when he heard you in the background, your breathing is heavy and ragged and a multitude of scenarios are bouncing off the walls of his mind. And none of them are any good, each one more devastating then the last.

"Now you have a real audience. So speak up, cupcake." The other man speaks and scoffs when your reply is a spit. In his face, from the sound of it.

"That's cute."

König squinted when you are clearly slapped in the face, a wheeze of air leaving your throat.

"Let's try this again, hmmm?"

"You're not going to break me." Your voice crackles through the speaker. König shifts, as if he could make himself small enough to fit through the device and to where ever you were.

The man in your room laughs, mocking you. "Is that so? I'm going to tell you something now, sweetheart. The ones with fight, especially the broads with spunk, like you... are the best to break," König flared his nose at the enemies words. He'd seen what unhinged men were capable of. "Cut it off."

Your shouts of NO!, creaking and distress coming from you and whatever you were tied to came through, loudly. That got the attention of the three vultures.

The man in front of König chuckled darkly, turning up the volume some more. 

"Well look at that boys, she's been smuggling melons under all that gear!"

König growled against his restraints, scuffing his boots against the cement floor.

"Are you going to talk now, big guy? Your little girlfriend is getting a nice little once over from the boss himself. One should be such obliged," his grubby hand on his shoulder had him biting a chunk of cheek as he listened further. "I almost feel sorry for what he's going to do." 

"Don't fucking touch me! Don't you fuck-"

The man abruptly turned off the radio, which was a blessing as much as it was a curse. On the one hand it was enough to hear your assault, what he could and didn't want to imagine happening in a room similar to the one he was locked up in. But then he wanted to hear more, make sure you were alright, in one piece. 

König knew for years you could handle yourself accordingly but something like this, caught off guard in an ambush was a whole other can of worms.

"Now do you feel like talking?"

König's laugh lacked humor, he was already a cluster fuck of anxiety and emotions, you, the fucking love of his whole life were being tortured, traumatized, assaulted. He didn't have anything to lose from the jump, what would it take for him to just lunge forward and take a bite, rip out this guy's larynx like the feral animal felt caged in tactical gear and issued boots, that he was?

"You idiots..."

"Oh! So you can talk!" The man exclaimed, slapping his knee as the other men moved around him, one had the fucking balls to push König's head as he did so.

He snapped his teeth.

"We got you good, right where we want you. Locked up, tied up, nowhere to go. Tell us big fella'," one of the quieter men poked him in the shoulder, what was meant to be hard and stern König guessed by the smug look on his face when he did it. "We've been hidden away for months, then all of a sudden three military cunts like you just so happen upon our operation. Who are you? Who do you work for?"

Now that all four men were in front of him he could really work on his restraints. As soon as he woke up from being knocked out, similar to you, he realized the rope wasn't as tight as it could've been. 

Which was good for König; bad for them.

"I work for no one."

"Then how did you find us so quickly?"

"Just lucky I guess," König shrugged, focusing on the task at literal hand, and how to get to you. "Good thing we did though. It's been fun but I think I've had enough."

The main man laughed, the other soon joining, not realizing König was nearly free. 

"Oh man, there's four of us and one of you."

König smiled beneath his hood, eyes twinkling. "I like those odds. How simple minded of you, how one dimensional." König laughed, this time with humor, dripping and stinking with it. "You have no idea who you dealing with, do you?"

"What makes us stupid then, big guy? You're the one tied up."

His smile deepened, he could feel his own dimples indent against his sharp teeth. Another chortle. "Because you think you have me locked in here with you but buddy, that's a big mistake," his accent thickened as he dropped his tone and chin, looking up at his captures sinisterly. "You all have willing locked yourselves in here with me." 

König rose to his feet, inch by inch to his full weight and stature. To them he must've looked like a behemoth rising from the depths of the ocean and for most, he certainly was. In shock, in awe, in amazement they shouted obscenities and couldn't get a hold of their weapons fast enough. 

König gripped the sides of the chair before turning fast enough to knock one of the guys to the ground with it.

He swung it the opposite way making the others stumble backwards or to the floor, he couldn't tell until the rope slipped from one of his wrists. König lunged and grabbed the closest man, grappling with him as he coiled the rope around his neck and pulled him up and up. He used his body as a shield when they opened fire, lighting up their comrade. 

König threw the now limp and bloody body at them, he ducked and grabbed the chair, breaking off a leg hastily, the jagged wood found its new home in the groin and gut of another enemy. Another series of shots rang out in the room but for a man of König's size, he was quite cat-like. 

He grabbed the arm of the last one, twisting it behind his back before taking the gun from his hand and shot the man across from him followed by two executions shots to the one in his grip. The men dropped to the floor like flies, the smell and spray of blood and gun powder weren't foreign but in the small dank room, it reeked like battery acid.

König checked their ammo and weapons, along with his own they had taken, he cocked his shotgun before leaving the room. Red lights flickered above, close enough to his head, he figured the darker the exterior the better and bashed each light that stood in his way. After rounding a series of dark corners he heard the trigger of a gun and stopped in his tracks.

"She with you?"

Ghost. 

König paused and shook his head.

"Fuckin' hell." Ghost huffed and joined him.

This place was a maze, barrels of some greasy substance, weapon crates full and strapped together, metal tables stained with blood and what remained. 

Some dark shit was going down here and Captain Price would need as much intel as possible when they got back to base. By the look of it, this was a far bigger deal than the three of you could snuff out. Strewn crude tools that made König's heart slip up his throat, if anything more than what he'd heard earlier, were to happen to you he'd--

A guttural scream echoed off the cement walls.

Ghost touched his shoulder and signaled to pick up the pace, that you were nearby.

The scrape of metal had them stopping outside of a rusty, tetanus looking door. Ghost gave a nod and König charged the door with his shoulder once, then again, on the third thrust he broke it down, twisted on its old hinges.

"Fuck!"

"Shit!"

When König's eyes adjusted to the brighter room he was shocked by what he saw.

Two men had their guns trained on him and Ghost, the third had his gun pointed to the back of your head. But that was to be expected under the circumstances. What wasn't was the state you were in. 

Bent over another metal table, thankfully no tools were to be seen but there you were, pleading, your tact vest and gear were gone, so was your compression shirt and bra. Naked from the waist up, a split lip had joined your busted cheek. Tears had clumped your lashes and had stained your face, your eyes were wild when they had settled, locking eyes with your sniper. Your pants were at your thigh, thankfully your underwear were still on. That didn't mean a damn thing though as König readied his gun. 

No one said anything.

They didn't have time to.

The two men suddenly crumpled from two precise head shots before them, stunning everyone in the room. You managed to shift and duck under the filthy table, safely out of the way.

Sergeant Soap McTavish joined him and Ghost, looming into the room. "Well, finish 'em off! Wheels up in ten."

König made short strides to the last man as he scrambled back against the wall, his gun had jammed and König kicked it out of his hand anyway. He stomped on it actually, he could feel the knuckles pop as the man yelped. He'd threatened you, your life, your dignity and for what? 

König snorted and grabbed the son of a bitch by the throat, both hands clasped as he dragged him up. He squeezed. Tighter and tighter, his green eyes bulged and squinted in terror as the life was slowly leaving his body. The last thing this bag of bones would see was König's dark, narrowed eyes, avenging you within minutes. König dropped him when he saw nothing left behind them.

He finally looked at you, Simon doing his best to search for your gear while Soap attempted to lure you out from underneath the table.

You had your face pressed into the tops of your knees, shielding and covering your exposed skin.

"Little maus." 

König may have just killed several men, had their last breath and blood on him but he offered his hand to you gently as the name he called you.

You rose your head, anguish making your face pouty.

"Come on maus, you're safe now." König took off one of his gloves then offered it to you again.

This time you took it, he brought you carefully to his chest. Once on your feet you hugged him tightly, trying your hardest to press yourself into him, like you wanted to be apart of his armor, apart of him. He held you as you sobbed and stained his vest. You cried harder when he told you to watch your face, didn't want you to bust it up anymore against the straps and items on his person.

"It's alright maus. You're safe in my hands. Always." 

....

Once the dust cleared König could make you out, taking the stairs two at a time, L.T.'s distress call through the radios got your ass moving. You called for König, alerting him to your location.

You'd thrown yourself into mission after mission after that Russian snafu. He didn't blame you. None of them blamed you.

You blamed yourself though. 

König remembered leaving the debriefing room soon afterwards, waiting outside the door. He frowned under his hood when you made it a point to apologize to Price.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Sorry? And jus' what are you sorry for, solider?"

Your voice wavered and König could only imagine you wringing your wrists like you did when you got anxious. "It's my fault we had to abort the mission. We should've know it was an ambush."

Price chuckled, lightly. "And how we were supposed to know that, hmm? That bit was a surprise to us all, Y/L/N. They weren't supposed to even be there."

"Still... I know how important this was. I mean, you really stuck your neck out for me to be apart of this mission and I blew it."

"You didn't blow a damn thing, don't even talk like that in my presence again, understood?" Price was stern on you and it made König fidget and cross and re-cross his arms. A few other soldiers gave him a nod as they walked past. "Simon did mention an-- indiscretion. When you're ready to talk, we have plenty of staff at your beck and call. Take your time."

You wasted none of it.

Several gun shots brought him to the smoky building, he followed the direction he'd seen you take off in, making sure he had an extra magazine at the ready.

....

One thing about König is that he'd sensitive. Inside and out. Everywhere. Hence the full gear, skin fucking tight so not even a breeze can tickle the fine hairs on his arms, his thick legs or back of his neck. He gets the chills often, shouldering off the feeling.

You like to bring up the first time you accidentally tickled him in the weight room. How were you supposed to know he was as touch starved as he was? And all you'd done was pat his rear when he wavered on a dead lift.

Or the first time you sucked him off.

It was an out-of-body experience for the Austrian. He'd kept his compression shirt on, covered his eyes with his forearm as he tried desperately not to whine and jerk around while your mouth explored his midriff, thighs and sac. That didn't last long though.

Thinking back on it, as he was now, while you teased the crown of his cock with your nimble little fingers had him already bucking into your palm.

You said you wanted to keep yourself busy, occupied so your brain didn't just short-fucking-circuit back to that mission. It would haunt you sometimes, make you lash out. Make you mean. Caused nightmares and shouts in your sleep. Those nights he'd gently stir you awake, pull you to his chest and let you cry it all out. 

Laswell helped with the talking bits, König (your König) got the behind the scenes stuff.

"I can't-- fuck me... I can't take much more." König choked out, his mouth went slack when your snicker of control reached his ears.

"Oh sure you can, big boy. I've had you in worse positions then this." You shushed him before taking a bite of his thigh, the inner, softer meat was so sensitive he jumped. You were right though as he trembled beneath your ministrations.

You've had the big guy in a tapestry of ways, unraveling like an old sweater. You caught him staring, made him nervous, even more anxious when you wouldn't look away. You jerked him off once in a storage closet, he'd somehow not managed to crack his head on the low door frame. You gripped the front of his hood to keep him low and quiet as he came in your hand. The high pitch hum that came from his throat for the first time, startled both him and you when you swallowed him down in your room on base. The way you moved your hand from what you couldn't fit into your drooling mouth, smoothed your saliva down your chin then proceeded to cup your throat. You gave it a flash-in-the-pan squeeze, he could feel you grip his cock through the skin and muscle of your skin. He jerked and almost kicked you in the face.

The way you looked up at him from your sniper lay on his bed, reminded him of the look you gave him when you had him in the best position yet. Sitting on his kitchen counter, just in one of his ratty shirts the morning after a few rounds, caged behind him like some sort of spider monkey. One hand jerking his cock as slowly, toying with him as you pleased while the other held his chin, holding eye contact to save his fucking life while you pumped him to the fucking edge.

He fondly remembered how you matched his moans, breathy and exact as you coaxed him to completion.

....

"No... no don't."

König sighed in his sleep, he moved his leg just in time as yours came crashing into it. He jolted awake then when you whimpered and yelped, thrashing about in his bed. Caught up in his own sheets, he couldn't move his hood faster to see you making that terribly sad face, eyes scrunched tight, mouth open and shaking.

"Liebling, wake up."

You whined and coiled around, muttering somethings he couldn't understand. "Please my love, my maus. It's just a dream." König moved closer, careful of his groin when you kicked out again. His large hand held your wrist, easily rolling you over onto your side to face him. Your other hand balled into a fist when he scooted back.

"No no not again..."

"Bad dream, maus. Just a bad dream. I'm here, you're here." König touched your face, bringing his forehead to yours. "Breathe maus, breathe with me. I know you can hear me in there." This had worked before when nights were bad, like he could siphon himself into your consciousness, become as a real of a safety net in your dream-world, as he was in real life.

"König..."

"I'm here maus, I'm right here."

You suddenly opened your eyes and immediately tear up, your eyebrows making that shape he hates so much because it means you're upset, your hurt.

"I'm here." 

König hasn't cried in six months but he can feel himself cave in towards the water works if he looks at you any longer. So instead he grabs you, holds you against his chest, one of your legs automatically going over his hip to bring you as close as possible. He holds your head as you shakily sob into his neck.

"I'm s-o-orry. Bad dream. I hate this." 

"I know. They'll go away eventually," König soothes, slipping his hand now underneath your sleep shirt which used to fit him but just swamps your entire body. He likes it that way, says it looks better on you than it did on him anyway, joked that if you really wanted to, you could cinch in the sides and make it into a dress. "I've had my fair share of night terrors too, maus."

You wetly mumble against his skin.

"What was that?"

You swallowed and shakily answered with your hands against the bottom of his hood. Your eyes glistening as you tried to explain yourself in the dark. "I sa-a-id, I said... what would I do without yo-ou."

König was touched, his cold heart growing warmer with each look of your eyes, touch of your hand, your skin on his skin, your mouth on his, every laugh had built a hammer strong enough break down the highest of walls he'd built. Little cracks had formed in his healthy foundation but now they were threatened by your...

"I love you."

König blinked. Had he heard that right? Anxiety started to swirl and make his head spin.

"Maus--"

"I love you so much," you professed and gripped his mask tighter, hooking your ankle a little more above his hip, heart to heart. "I just h-hope you know it. If it weren't for you... even before you saved me. My mom was right; when you know, you know." You shrugged with a watery smile and little sniffle.

The big man was at a loss for words, drawing blanks on his tongue. So he did what he felt was right.

....

Lifting his mask to kiss you gently yet deep and with the most meaning, was on the table. How he'd managed to say 'fuck it' between kisses, had him lifting it further until it was off his hot head all together. Exposed to the elements of the room, to the night; to you.

You slipped your tongue into his mouth, sighing into him as a hand snaked under your shirt, running his fingers up and down your back, over your shoulder blades, down your vertebrae. He wanted to mold himself to you, fit inside your molecules, become one with you.

You nodded, rubbing your noses together when he asked, begged to be inside you. Show you he loved you too even though he couldn't bring his voice to let those three words escape it's cage.

König had moved the sheet, eyeing you as you lifted your hips to get rid of your sleep shorts, bare for him to breach your entrance. Which he did, slowly, surely. Holding and pressing just the tip of his cock against your folds, rutting just a little against you, more and more as you wrapped yourself around him. You stared into his eyes, unmasked and for the first time König  didn't feel scared or anxious about how you'd feel about his face, his scars, his insecurities. 

He was content.

"Take in a breath for me, maus. Can you do that?" He rushed, the blunt crown of his thick cock lay waiting and nestled against your hole.

"Yes."

You did as he asked after a few, your fingers tightened in the hair that rested against the base of his neck as he pressed forward. You mewled and huffed out his name. 

You moved together, in a rhythm neither one of you had intentionally set yet here you are, rocking together, fucking away the pain.

König bit his lip watching you writhe against him, his free hand ghosted over your hip pulling you back and forth against the rod that was plunging deeper and deeper into your gummy walls. The push and pull, the suction of your wet pussy drawing him back had left his throat dry with desire. 

Your mouth popped open and before you could make a sound he captured your mouth with his own, groaning against your tongue. He matched licks to your mouth to the thrusts you were chasing.

He held your leg and rolled you over, keeping his steady pace, caging arms around your head when you touched his bare face. He flinched and throbbed inside you. Nuzzling his jaw to yours.

"I don't even know where I end and you begin." König sat up a bit, giving you a chance to catch your breath, he arched and hit a deeper spot in your pussy that left you barring your teeth. Your hands moved up to touch his wrists.

Somehow you ended up in his lap, long legs dangling off the end of the bed, perched perfectly in an embrace; inside and out. He held you up with one hand on the back of your neck, looking over your pretty face, his throat itching to scream Ich liebe dich auch! Ich liebe dich auch!. He let the other one leave his own thigh to touch and rub your swollen clit. You yelped and wrapped your arms tighter around his neck.

"I need you. Don't... don't let me go, König. Please baby, don't let me go alone."

He thought you might cry again until he realized what you meant. You took a bite out of his shoulder.

"Never. I'm with you maus, my little thing. My precious girl I'm right behind you, keep going like this and you'll drain me dry."

You shivered at that.

König chuckled in your ear.

"Together. Please cum with me, baby, please!" You wailed when his fingers, though thick and calloused were nimble and soft, knew how much pressure you could take before you snapped in his lap. Just a little more, a little more.

" 'm right there, I'm right there," König grunted your name, breathed out obscenities and thrust up when you rode down. "I can feel you squeezing me, let it go, maus. Let go. Give it to me, share it with me."

You cried against his neck, little puffs of  love you love you tattooed against his skin, your nails in his back, your hair in his face. Your scent and whimpers of your slippery climax pushed König over the edge. He pressed a lingering kiss to your head as you fell limp against his chest.

Once dislodged from your cunt, your joined juices that had stained his sac and the fitted sheet below, he'd laid you down, your back to his chest. You sleepily fit your fingers between his. His chest swelled at your gestures. 

You fell asleep soon after, your little hums and flutter of lashes on his forearm made him smile behind you, curling his massive frame around you like a shield. He whispered in your ear that you were safe, no more bad dreams, no bad men, no wrong.

Just you and him, safe in this bed and finally his throat relaxed enough to say those three words.

Ich liebe dich auch = I love you too Tagging: @synnersaint @kaplerrr