#i'm glad the heat got over themselves and finally made the finals but like. what's all this vitriol for the c's lmao

[allpromarlo]

tbh the fact that boston even went to 7 after being down 3-0 is impressive as hell

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: Throat Fucking w/ Sam Winchester

a/n: i enjoyed writing this more than i care to admit. i'm sorry that i'm like- four days behind, i'll catch up! and I'm back in my supernatural phase so expect for fics of them!

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It was as though Sam was the embodiment of the word Big, despite his status of being Dean's pain in the ass little brother. He was big in almost every sense: broad shoulders, tall, large hands, muscular arms, and if you were to be crude— a big dick.

Before you were dating, you would be forced to keep your eyes to yourself as to not risk staring for too long, either that be when you can see the imprint in his pants, or when he'd wake up in just a shirt and boxer shorts, walking into the kitchen bright and early as you made an attempt to not choke on your breakfast Dean has oh so graciously made for you.

But now those days were over, he was yours, and you could finally gawk, and grab, all you wanted. Which was exactly what you were doing right now.

Sam had you pressed up against the door of his bedroom, large hands cupping your face as his mouth devoured yours, your hands were selfishly exploring every part of him, trailing from his hard chest, down to his taunt stomach, and finally onto his hard cock. You gave it a teasing squeeze, pulling a shocked groan from the back of the older man's throat.

“Fuck.” He sighs against your lips. “I'm so glad I'm finally able to touch you.” You muttered, shoving him back gently. He allows you to guide him backwards until his calves hit the edge of the bed— seeing as though he's so monstrously tall.

“Sit,” You whispered sensually, “I wanna taste you.” He didn't hesitate, plopping down on the edge as you got onto your knees. “I've dreamed about this, you know.” You said as you leaned up to unbutton his shirt, the material now loosely settling on his thick shoulders. His hairy torso was exposed to your hungry eyes, your greedy hands running themselves through the hair before tracing the patch of it down to his crotch.

“Really?” He asked airly, stomach sucked in at the light touch of your fingertips. “Yep,” You said as you unbuttoned his jeans, sliding down the zipper of his fly, “Since day one, since I could look but couldn't touch.” Motioning for him to lift up his hips, you continued to talk. “It was so hard to not stare, not to gobble you up with my eyes every single time you opened that mouth of yours.” Tugging down his jeans, you threw them behind you thoughtlessly, eyes now trained on the prominent bugle in his underwear.

“Now you're finally mine.” You breathed, practically ripping off the too-tight garment. As your hand gripped the heated skin of his cock, you placed a teasing kiss to the tip, his pre-cum smearing on your lips enticingly. You didn't give him a chance to respond as you took him down your throat, the man choking on a moan.

“_______!” He nearly shouted, his head falling back. You pulled off of him, “Fuck my throat, baby, show me how lucky I am to have you.” His eyes desperately searched yours for any hesitancy but found nothing but pure lust and need. “Okay, yeah, alright. Just— just let me know if I'm hurting you.” You sent him a smirk. “You know you could never hurt me, love.” You leaned up on your knees once again, your lips that were beginning to swell brushing up against the shell of his ear.

“And besides, I never minded a little pain.” You placed a seductive kiss on the sensitive spot below his ear. “I like when it bruises.” You added before coming back down. You made sure to gauge his reaction, his eyes now lit aflame with the same amount passion as you.

He guided you back down to his cock, where you wasted no time in swallowing him once again. He placed a large hand on the back of your head, fingers gently tangling in your hair as his hips began to gently move. Your throat went lax where you allowed him to use you, hooded over eyes watching his every expression as his jaw clenched.

The burn was pleasureable for you as he picked up the pace, your nails digging into his meaty thighs as he used you to his liking. You listened to the sweet sounds escaping from the ethereal man in front of you, causing your thighs to clench and rub together. At the little friction that you were awarded, you moaned, which sent his hips jolting into your mouth as the vibration traveled up his spine.

“I'm gonna—” His chest heaved, the sound of your throat squelching masking his voice. “'Gonna cum, please.” You made sure to stay secured at his shaft, your nose brushed right against his pubic hairs as you allowed him to cum down your throat.

A gutteral groan left him, almost sounding like a growl as he calmed down. You swallowed around him once more, making sure to not waste a single drop as you pulled back, your face flushed and your eyes red with unshed tears.

“See,” You rasped, “I don't mind a little pain.”

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[lovejosephquinn]

Authors Note: THE FINAL PART! I've had so much fun with this series and I'm glad you've all loved it. I feel like I've somewhat got the hang of angst finally. Let's gooooo, enjoy and thank you to everyone who's read it 🥰

Summary: You're marrying a man for an easy life, yet you're so in love with your best friend it hurts. What would happen if everything changed drastically between the two of you before you were due to be wed?

Under 18's DNI. Warnings: Smut, Angst, Drama, Heartbreak to Happy Ending? Word Count: 3.2k

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Part 1 ✨ Part 2 ✨ Part 3 ✨ Part 4 ✨ Part 5

The next morning was beautiful and pure, you woke up next to the man you loved instead of waking up full of dread to the so called person you were supposed to be marrying. But this was only a temporary fix, you weren't going to be with Joe every night until you'd ended things just as you promised.

The sun seeped through the peak of the curtains, you were wrapped up so securely by the sheets, no clothing, just Joe's arm tightly wrapped around your stomach as a guard.

"Good morning princess." He kissed just by the bottom of your ear, snuggling his face downward into the crook of neck, the butterflies that roamed your stomach were intense and it only got worse by the erection pressed against your side.

"Good morning to you." You tilted your head to try and get Joe into eye view, his sleepy features looked truly amazing from where you were laid.

"I need to get going soon, he'll wonder where I am." You felt Joe's lips press into a thin line, the thought of getting so close to where you so badly needed to be was a penultimate dread of leaving.

"Stay a little longer. Let me show you how much I adore you one last time." Joe whispered, already throwing himself down under the covers, almost as if he was in a rush.

"How can it be one last time when I'm yours forever?" You could almost feel the love radiating from underneath the quilt, his hands came across your thighs like you had a choice in leaving, you didn't. Spreading your legs apart, Joe slid his tongue straight down your slit.

"My forever tastes so good." You'd be lying if that didn't make your clit throb, your lips now spread wide, Joe had tucked in to his breakfast immediately, flickering his tongue over your aching bud, lifting himself slightly he spat on his fingers, edging them towards your entrance. You threw the covers back to be able to get a better look at what he was up to, your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head when two of his thick fingers shoved themselves inside of you, pushing slowly back out and back in, teasing around your hole and then hitting the spongy parts of the inside of your cunt.

"Joe oh my-" You arched your back in the immense pleasure you were undertaking, so much feeling, so much joy and so much love spread across Joe's rampant motion in eating you out the way he did it was almost like entering heaven in the most alluring of ways; nobody had ever taken care of you in the way that he was right now and it seriously showed by the way your heart was racing, not just from the heated moment but from the meaning of it all.

The more you whimpered, the more he'd intensify the way his muscle worked and you could feel that inevitable release ever growing inside your stomach. His fingers worked their magic in gaining that beautiful feeling also, circling around your cunt perfectly and professionally to the point where you had created a rhythm in you moving your hips in time and the more you were so close to screaming to his name and the whole of London practically hearing how good he made you feel.

It didn't take much longer for you to feel the full extent of the orgasm coursing through your body, your hands gripped down on his messy bed curls as you practically suffocated Joe, using him to ride out the wonderful sensation. Joe joined you back face to face not long after you finishing, the most beautiful of kisses erupted between the two of you, your hands wandering all around, feeling each other's skin, caressing each of your bodies like it was something precious.

"You like it when I take care of you like that baby?" Baby. It was the first time he'd called you that, the full definition of love had never been more true until he had uttered that cute little nickname at you, there was something so personal and endearing about it.

"Always." You took him by surprise when you spat against your hand and took it upon yourself to grab a hold of his length, slowly tugging his foreskin back, making him gasp for air.

"Yes, oh fuck just like that." Your saliva helped to set the pace, gliding your hand a little quicker, pre-cum had easily already made it's appearance from when he'd been having his own fun.

"Faster, princess, faster." You began fucking his cock with your fist, rotating your wrist in circular motion to hit all the nerves and sensitive spots along it. Hearing the sweet melodies of Joe's moans erupt from his throat showed you not just what heaven looked like, but what it sounded like also. You'd got him that excited that he didn't last long, his seed filling your hand, seeping in between where you had a hold of, his hand had slithered around the back of your neck, bringing you closer into a more desperate kiss which had all of your senses tingling all over.

"I hate to leave you, but I really have to go." You pushed the reality of the situation a little harder, really not wanting to end the fairy tale scene the two of you had created with a night.

"I understand. I'll miss you princess." The butterflies slowly corroding and the heartbreak setting in of the shit you were to now endure through the pain and pure unsettledness of having to break off the wedding and disappoint your parents in the same breath.

"I'll miss you too." Giving him one last kiss, you went to the bathroom to clean up, put on your clothes from the night before and headed downstairs to leave, but before you did, Joe had caught up behind you in a rush, gripping your arm and pulling you back, you fell slightly but landed in the safety of his front with his arms now tightly wrapped around you.

"I love you, I never knew quite how much until now." He said quietly.

You turned around to face him, the sparkle in his brown eyes seeping through your soul.

"I love you too, Joey." You uttered, reaching to your tip toes to seal a final kiss before you left, walking through the streets of London like a dirty little stop out, reaching your hand out to the nearest taxi rank to get you home quicker.

When you finally arrive home, shutting the door as quiet as a mouse, you remove your shoes and pitter patter through the hallway, hearing rustling coming from the living room, taking a sharp breath, you unexpectedly arrive to a person you were not in the slightest contemplating to be sat on your sofa.

"Um, hi?" you furrow your brow.

"Where have you been?"

"I stayed at my friends and I-"

"Don't play dumb with me, you've been with Joe haven't you? Your friend told me that you were going to find him after you looked violently upset, never mind stupidly drunk, anything could've happened to you, what were you thinking going off like that?"

The sharpened tone had you internally shaking, your friend had slipped up, the only thing left was to white lie and hopefully not forced into telling the truth.

"I went to make up with him, I missed my best friend, we saw each other at the club, had a little argument and I went-"

"And spent the night with him?"

"If you want to put it like that but I-"

"Is there something going on between the two of you that is going to jeopardise and break your poor husband to be's heart?" You stuttered your breath, not wanting to argue the situation but wanting to scream from the rooftops that you were to end things so that you could pursue your happiness and whether they liked it or not, they'd have to get used to it.

"What do you want me to say?"

"I want the god damn truth out of you!"

"I love him okay, I've always loved him. Just like he's always loved me. We were just two pair of idiots never ready to threaten our friendship by rejecting the other. I can't marry him, I can't be with someone when I feel devotion for another, I can't stop and I refuse to stop, I refuse to move on when there's something so special between us, something we've craved for so long and it's the right place at the wrong time. Someone's been keeping him in the loop of where I am whilst we haven't been talking, he confessed his love to me through a letter, he made a promise of forever to me. I can't risk losing the love of my life to some pesky marriage that I'm not willing to be a part of, not wanting to remain unhappy and bored for the rest of my days, because that's what I am, I'm-"

"It was me."

"What?!" Your death stare could not have been more imminent but your features faltered when you tried to figure out exactly what they meant.

"Joe know where's you've been because of me." Your mum stood up, sighing in defeat.

"I don't want you to be a carbon copy of me sweetheart, I want you to do what's right for you. Our family has always loved Joe, someone that's always been there for you through everything. I can't expect my daughter to live a life of unhappiness as you said so when you told me the lie of why you had fallen out, I knew all along. I just had to wait for the right time to tell you."

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor, the butterflies you once had were replaced with relief but unexpected nausea.

"You knew? You were in this with Joe? I don't know whether to feel happy or deceived..."

"Just know, I'm rooting for you whatever you decide."

Your mum had only finished her response when you felt a presence from behind you, your mums eyes grew as she chewed her bottom lip.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" You turned around to see your fiancé clenching his fists.

"I-I-I-" You stammered.

"Yeah. So what you're cheating on me with your best friend? You love your best friend and you don't want to marry me? What thoughts has this dickhead been putting into your stupid brain? What fucking letter? Is that why I've been trying to find you for the last two hours when you were probably in bed with him?"

"I'm sorry, I can't change my feelings I-"

"You'd better show me where he lives before I find him myself and god knows what I'll do."

"No you won't hurt him."

"I just want to talk." He gritted through his teeth, your mum removing herself from the situation, leaving you as grown adults to talk this out, she clearly felt partly guilty for all of this and didn't want to make it worse for you by speaking out.

Before you could say another word, he'd stampeded out of the door, throwing his feet onto the path, he just knew it would entice you to follow him.

"Please, don't."

"Take me now, we need to talk this out, man to man."

"Promise me you won't hurt him."

He grabbed a hold of your hand, opening the passenger door of his car for you to get into, you made your way over Joe's in the most vile of circumstances. You sat shaking next to him, he didn't bat an eyelid towards you the whole drive there, you uttered the directions in the quietest of tones, scared to death of the lengths he was probably about to go to in front of you to make sure this marriage went ahead.

He got out of the car before you when he pulled up, you'd not even got your finger up to point to the house which he lived in, you moved your way out behind him, screeching as your fiancé tried the door handle, successfully finding it unlocked and pushing the front door open, stomping inside of the house to find a confused Joe peaking his head around the kitchen door frame. Before he could realise who this random guy was that had just entered his home uninvited, Joe was pressed up to the bare wall behind him, your fiancé ragging him by his shoulders in anger. He'd truly took the violent root and you had just caught up to screech his name to stop what he was doing.

Joe pushed him away and a shouting match commenced between the two of them, strangely enough it seemed like Joe had expected something like this and remained in a calm manner even though he was obviously about to get beaten up. Joe clearly and quickly realised that you had at least tried to end things and it didn't go to plan as well as you both imagined it would of.

"First of all, can I help you?" Joe held his hands up to defend himself as your fiancé threw himself back at him, squaring up in his face, the whole situation was deafening to everybody and it felt like you were shouting pure silence and nobody was listening to a word you were saying.

"You can help me by leaving me and her alone, let us be, let us be happy. You've confused her that much she doesn't know what she wants anymore." He shouted straight in Joe's face, spit flying onto his face from the anger he was producing.

"She can't help who she loves." Joe said lowly. That's the moment he swung for Joe. His fist meeting with his cheek, taking Joe down to the floor immediately. Joe went to get back up and just as he did, your eyes swerved to the front door which opened, watching your face and the shouting echoing through the kitchen. Wes stood in a paralysed position, listening to the situation which he quickly put two and two together about, pushing through the door frame and making you fall to the side from his immediate instinct to protect his best friend.

Wes pulled him off of Joe, dragging him down to the floor and hitting him square in the face at least twice. Joe pulled Wes up off of him, keeping him back from basically killing him.

"Don't ever go for my mate like that ever again you hear me?" Your fiancé suddenly cowered that someone else had clearly overpowered him, bringing himself up to hit Wes once more, but Wes blocked it in sudden self defence, you jumped into the middle of them at once, stopping it the way you only knew how.

"Stop, please. I can't take this anymore!" You felt your fiancé grip to the back of your head to pull you away from with holding the fight to continue what he'd started, Joe promptly reaching at your hand to bring you toward him, safely placing you behind him.

"Fuck off and don't show your face here again." Wes warned, his eyes dilated with vexation, a way you'd never seen him before, but kind of loved to see, you always knew he was the defensive type, though it was clear he'd go to the ends of the earth to prevent his friends from getting hurt.

Your fiancé shot a look at you, watching you take a glimpse of him with the most sad eyes you could have ever seen. He looked back to Wes who was ready to give another punch if needed. Joe tilted his head to the door way as a means to tell him to leave in the most silent way possible, you could feel the way his hand held onto you behind him, rubbing his thumb up and down your knuckle, ignoring his evident nose bleed that had been caught from the knock of your fiancé's fist.

You put your foot out to follow him, taking a deep breath before you felt that Joe's hand was not letting go of yours, purely from confusion and want.

"What're you doing?" He asked.

"Ending this properly." You sighed.

You let go of Joe's hands and ran to the front door, shouting his name for him to hear as quick as you could.

Your fiancé halted but slowly sauntered up to you, you remained in the same spot, almost scared of him doing something to you when he was in this mood, not that he ever would have gone as far as hitting you but you'd never seen him this angry before so in the moment, you guessed things could happen.

"What now?" He snarled.

You removed your engagement ring from your finger, holding it between your fingers and pushing it to his chest. He caught a grip of it when you let go.

"It's over. It was over before but your actions have made up my mind completely. My parents and I will be over to get my stuff soon and I'll leave my key behind. After that, you won't hear from me again. You won't bother me again and you won't contact me or my family or even Joe again. Ok?"

You could tell he felt beat, every confession and every truth had come out in the open and there was no going back. A weight had been lifted off of your shoulders, something in especially this day and age he would have to accept, like it or lump it.

"So this is it?"

"This is it." You swallowed your nerves back, nodding and turning to walk the other way, not taking a second look as you walked back into the house.

You took yourself back into the kitchen where Wes was nursing a bloody Joe. They both stood up quickly upon your entrance. You felt free, you felt like you had conquered and it made you visually empowered.

You walked over to Wes, wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace. "Thank you."

He responded well, moving his arms around the top of your back to sway you from side to side, you looked over to Joe who was smiling at you. You stood back, glancing straight back at him. Wes sighted over the two of you, nodding over at Joe he walked out of the room to give you both some space.

"I'm sorry, he insisted he came to talk to you. I didn't expect that to happen. I'm just so glad it's over. I'm sorry about your nose, I'm so sorry about you getting hurt I-"

"Princess." He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead softly.

"Mmhm?" You nestled your face into his chest.

"Nothing matters more to me than what's here now. We're going to make it now no matter what and I'm going to love you until my dying day. Who knows someday maybe we'll get married?" You shot your head back to shoot a chuckle his way.

"Maybe we'll figure that out later, no use for weddings right now."

Joe sniggered. Your happily ever after was here, it had only just begun.

[thepaintedlady00]

The Sandman and the Girl Without Dreams

Chapter 6: Friends As Endless and Constantine As Mine

REPOSTING! Sorry all, my app is glitched to shit so I'm reposting to fix the missing read more issue! If you can just like and repost or something to boost this one I'd appreciate it since the other will be deleted! <3

TW: angst, depression, slight horror, slight blood, slight gore (sorry for the late posting, technical difficulties are a bitch) BUT here are all 13,039 (aka 34 pages) of chapter 6!

1934

I was floating in an endless sea of stars, the ebb and flow of cosmic waves wrapping me in an ethereal warmth. For the first time in a long time I felt free. I should have known it wouldn't last. The stars around me took shape, a hand cradling me within it as it lifted me upwards. The sea of stars pulled together, swirling around two glowing eyes until they formed the vague shape of a woman.

You do not belong in the Sunless Lands, not now, not ever.

The voice was all around me, made of the stars themselves. I didn't understand.

Two tethered stars cannot survive this world alone. One must have the other or chaos and ruin shall reign.

It didn't make sense, but I could feel the weight of impending cold beginning to seep back into the air as the hand began to lower me down. It got colder and colder until it felt unbearable. No. Please.

So upon your head I give a gift. The blessing of the Night.

The cold bit at my skin and settled deep into my bones as I pulled myself from the river and collapsed along its edge. I was shivering, shaking, so violently I almost couldn't move as I forced my stiff body to roll. The stars were back in the sky clear and bright and warm and far away. A shuddering breath left me as I looked up at it in awe and wept. It was an odd sensation, feeling both disappointed and glad. I hadn't intended to survive and after everything I'd been through, death seemed like the last way out. Yet here I was, alive?

"Hello!" A voice startled me to my feet, but as I tried to move, to run, I started to fall. Two arms wrapped around me, helping me stand. "Oh, you poor thing, you look so lost."

"Y-You could say that," I replied in a shaky voice.

"I'll admit, I'm a little lost too. Well I wasn't, but now it seems something's changed."

When I had finally regained my balance I turned to the stranger and squinted. "Do I know you? You look very familiar."

Her smile was warm and full of comfort, something I hadn't felt in so long it felt foreign. "I get that sometimes. But I don't think you're supposed to know me, not yet… At least that's what it looks like."

She was beautiful, elegant and regal even in the simple clothes she wore. The gold of her pendant glistened in the moonlight as she shrugged off her shawl and wrapped it around my shoulders, rubbing slightly to try and warm me. I could feel the heat rolling off her and before I could stop myself I'd curled up under her arm, leaning into her, soaking up every second of that warmth that she'd let me.

She held me tighter and we walked along the edge of the river, back towards the dim city lights. "I should probably give you my name since I'm curled up on you like a cat."

"You don't have to," she said. "And I don't mind, I always liked cats."

"I'm Penelope." I gave her the name anyway, though I'd gotten the sense she didn't need it to know who I was. I looked up at her, her arm thrown over my shoulder as we walked. I knew her face, but I just couldn't place where I'd seen her.

She glanced down at me. "Don't strain yourself, Penelope."

At the sound of her saying my name, the familiarly sweet voice hit me. "Death." She smiled. "You were here for me, weren't you?"

Nodding she tightened her arm around me, shielding me from the chilled breeze. "I was."

"What stopped you?"

"You did." We were just minutes from the city now, just minutes from the world I'd longed to be part of for eight years of hell. The world I no longer knew anything about. I was scared, absolutely terrified, to leave the warmth of Death's side. To be forced to face the unfamiliar life that now waited for me.

The air around us grew colder, a sign that our walk was almost over. "Why?"

She pulled us both to a stop and with the most loving eyes she pressed my hand to my chest. The beating of my heart hummed under my palm. "You feel that? That's a beating heart. Your beating heart. You are here, heart beating, lungs full of air. You, Penelope Barlow are alive. You're alive."

Tears streamed down my cheeks. "What if I don't want to be?"

Death's smile was sad, but her eyes were soft. She tucked my hair behind my ear. "We don't choose when our time is up, not me and not you. I know you think I'm the only way forward, but I'm not. I'm the end, love. I know it hurts, I feel it hurting, but in time that will fade."

"What if I can't do it?" I asked, holding back a sob. "What if I can't move forward?"

"I can't tell you what's certain for you. Hell, nothing might be certain for you, you are special." She wiped a tear from my cheek. "What I can tell you is that even though you may not want life now, you will again. In a year, ten years or even twenty! Time changes things, heals things. It won't always be this painful, it can't be, not when there's so much love and beauty here, you just need to find it again."

"But why? Why me?"

"I don't know," she admitted sadly, sad that she couldn't help me further.

I wiped my eyes and looked out at the looming cityscape of London. It looked so foreign. "I don't know what to do now."

She grabbed my hand, giving it a squeeze. "You live. For all you've lost and all you have yet to find, you live."

"Will I see you again?" I asked, squeezing her hand back. 

With a shrug she smiled brightly. "When it comes to you, I don't really know."

"Then I guess we'll see."

"Guess so." She pulled me into a warm hug. "Goodbye Penelope. I might be seeing you."

As she walked off into the night I waved, whispering a faint goodbye. "I might be seeing you too, Death."

1946

I could feel the heat of the fire rolling across my skin. Shouts and sirens echoed in the streets, the neighbors rushed from their homes, running in a frenzy of panic. But I remained still, frozen in place as I watched it burn. This was my fault, I told myself. They wanted me… If I'd just-

Two firm hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me away from the building. Everything spun. The fleeting faces of the crowd swirling together like melting wax. The hand I'd been gripping onto slipped from my grasp. "Penelope! God damn it, Penelope, move your feet!"

Move your feet. Had I stopped? Move. I didn't remember doing that. Move. The ringing echoing in my ears had finally started to dull, slowly being replaced by my loud heaving breaths. MOVE! I stumbled forward just in time as the car flew past me. Hands grabbed my arms again, pulling me forward into the solid chest that smelt of ink and steel.

"I did this," I sobbed into him. "Olethros…"

His firm voice wrapped around me like a blanket. "No you didn't, this isn't your fault."

Wails and screaming echoed from down the street. The sounds still made my mind twist, threatening to pull me back to that room, to the haunted memories of the asylum. I cried harder as Olethros' hands covered my ears, blocking the sound from bringing me further pain. He pressed a kiss to my hair and said something I couldn't hear before he moved my hands to replace his and lifted me up into his arms.

He ran, we ran. The further we got from the blazing flame the more the pit in my stomach sank. I'd failed him… Again. The past eleven years were all wasted, because of me. Because I'd gotten too comfortable. The house… Everyone inside… Their blood was on my hands.

I was soaked in it, stained, in the blood of all the innocent people my rebellion had caused. All the people that chose to help me, chose to love me. All of them were gone. And it meant nothing. The Sandman was still trapped, our plan never being able to take shape. The cult once belonging to Roderick Burgess had gained more power than ever and the Institution… A weak sob left me. The institution knew I was alive.

Everything I touched I ruined. Everything I said turned to ash. And everyone I loved either burned in the flames or withered away by my side. Long life, perhaps even eternal life, had not been the gift I hoped.

I clung to Olethros' broad shoulders, held onto him, the last piece I had left to remind me I wasn't alone. "Rest, Inky, we're almost there."

The warmth of his nickname spread through me, lulling me to sleep with thoughts of what our life would be like in America. He could paint, I could collect antiques, and my friend and I would never have to be alone again. When I woke the ground was swaying side to side. Salt filled the air and the sound of waves hammered against the wood walls that surrounded me. I sat up in the swinging hammock, eyes darting around in search of the familiar tall burly redhead. Panic filled me when I found nothing.

"Oh good you're awake!" An old man wearing a sailors uniform said as he made his way across the room to me. "Thought you were dead for a bit!"

"My friend, where is he?" I asked, not bothering with any pleasantries.

"Friend?"

"Big guy, red hair, you can't miss him."

"Ahh yeah, he dropped you off."

Despair filled my lungs. "Dro...dropped me off?"

The sailor nodded. "Yeah, he brought you on board, told us you were goin to America and left."

My jaw clenched. "No... No. We were supposed to go together, he's supposed to be here."

"Sorry lass," was all he said as he turned and left.

Alone. I was alone again. My chest ached with the crushing weight I'd long avoided, the weight of the nothing that looked over me. White walls, endless halls... NO! I'm not there. I'm here. I'm here. I pressed my hand to my chest, holding it tightly over the heartbeat. I'm here. I'm alive.

God it hurt, it always hurt. Tears streamed down my cheeks but these were different. These tears weren't out of fear or loss or sorrow, but of anger. I was angry. Angry at everyone that had just kept taking and breaking down all I worked to build. Angry at Olethros, so angry, that he just left me here, after everything. Fire burned my throat as I screamed, throwing whatever I could get my hands on at the wall. But when the fire faded I was still alone. I sank to the floor, hugging my knees as I cried, the ship rocking me back and forth with the waves.

1968

America was just another shit hole to me. The anger I'd clung to had served me well, for a while, but as anger always did it burned out slowly. It faded with each year that passed, with each brick I'd built up once again from the bottom. My life here hadn't been difficult, the inheritance I'd kept from my family's estates and whatever I'd been able to save from what Olethros and I had accumulated, kept me comfortable, but the small surrounding comforts of a lonely life meant very little to me.

Truth be told I was scared. Scared to lose anyone else. Scared to be betrayed again. Scared to do anything but sit on the rickety bed and stare at the hideous wallpaper. A chill ran up my spine as a low, guttural moan filled the room. "This feels different. Your despair."

In the shadows the figure of a woman stood. "God not again," I said with a sigh. "Look, I'm kind of over the hallucinating so if you don't mind just fucking off right back to where you came from, please."

She shuttered. "You're so much meaner than I thought you'd be. But, he can be mean too sometimes… Oftentimes."

I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Look, lady, I really don't want to do this."

"You don't want anything." She said sadly. "That's why I'm here. It's why I can feel all the pain boiling up inside you."

"That sounds disgusting."

"No!" She cried, a glint of metal flashing in the pale light. "It's beautiful! I've never seen pain so beautiful before! You're special."

"Fuck me," I groaned standing and pointing a finger at her. "If I hear one more person tell me how goddamn special I am I'm going to throw someone off a building!"

The glittering fish hook dug into her face as she smiled. "Oh they're going to love you! But you'd best be nicer to them, they like to hold a grudge."

Anger swelled in me as I turned, grabbing a lamp off the desk and raising to throw it, but when I turned the figure was gone. I sat back on the bed and looked down at my shaking hands. I need help. The realization was colder than I expected, but it was more than I'd felt in a while so I welcomed it. He would hate you, I told myself looking at the wall. He would hate what you've let yourself become.

1989

Our lips were hot and wet as they moved in a poorly choreographed dance. My fingers had curled in his hair, his had done the same. I should have felt more... Pressed up against another warm body, the light buzz of alcohol, this should have been better. But it wasn't.

I pulled away, setting a hand on the stranger's chest. When I looked up, with my vision slightly blurred, his hair was dark and hungry starry eyes stared down at me. I blinked and it was gone, the dark hair turned light, his dark eyes looked down at me with confusion. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I sighed. "I just need a minute, I think."

"Okay, well come find me later, yeah?"

"Sure," I lied.

Dragging my feet I returned to the bar of the old tavern, sitting in the stool the bartender had brought out for me. He gave me a look, the same look he'd given me two other times this week. Why was this so hard? I wanted to scream. Why did it always feel so hollow?

"My, my, aren't you just the belle of the bar," a light teasing voice cooed beside me. 

The bright red lips caught my eye first as I turned, the cheshire grin sending a chill down my spine. The golden eyes and skin tight black leather of their outfit were both close seconds though. I shook off my surprise and met their gaze, a hum of something rolling from the honeyed depths. "I'm sorry?"

"Oh no need to apologize, little petal." They said twirling a strand of my hair on their finger. "You, it would seem, are the most desired creature in this place."

I glanced around, confused as to who this was and why they'd spoken with such familiarity. "I don't understand."

A throaty laugh. "Yes, that much is obvious." Wow, rude. I thought, clenching my jaw. Their fingers brushed over it gently. "Oh come now, I'm only teasing. I was hoping you'd be more fun than him, my twin told me you had spark, but now I'm not so sure."

"Look, I don't know you or your twin nor do I particularly want to, so can you just tell me what you want so I can go back to my night?" 

The gold in their eyes swam with glee. "Oooh, there's that fire! I like it!" With a long, languid look around the bar they sighed. "All these people either want to fuck you or be you. Their desire is so... Simple." They looked back at me. "But you, you I can't seem to read. So, petal, what I want is to know... What do you desire?"

They'd moved closer, just an inch away from my face. "Some personal space."

Another long laugh. "I do love the attitude, but let's not kid ourselves into thinking it's aimed at me."

"What?"

"All that fire, all that venom and nowhere to put it. How tragic." They purred. Pressing a quick kiss to my cheek they turned to leave, but not without throwing one last insult over their shoulder, "If you ever decide he's too self important for your tastes, do remember my doors are always open for you, petal."

Through the crowd the shimmer of the black leather vanished. I did my best to brush them off. They obviously had me mixed up with someone else. The bartender set my drink down and arched a brow. "You doin' okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Just an off night."

"Looks like you ain't the only one," he said nodding toward a man alone at a table. I watched him for a moment, taking in his dark hair and sad eyes. Yeah, he's definitely not having the best time. As the crowd thinned he came to the bar, leaning against it trying to hide the sigh. "Whisky please."

"Oh, you'll have to be more specific," the old barkeeper said. "We have a menu now."

"Oh," he said, taking the plastic lined paper and giving it a half glance. "What's the oldest you've got?"

"I've got a Glen Grant old enough to be your father!" He answered.

A chuckle and a look, amused and cocky, filled the man's face. His eyes stayed sad. "I'm older than I look."

The barkeeper filled his glass, sliding it towards him. He lifted it to his nose, our eyes locking as he took a long sip. He wasn't ugly, quite handsome in fact, but I was far more curious about the sadness he seemed to carry so, before I could think better of it I asked, "You waiting for someone?"

He pulled the glass from his lips and smiled that same smile. "I think I’ve been stood up.”

“I’m sorry.”

With a shrug he looked into his glass, swirling the liquid around a bit. “We had a fight. Last time we were here. It was my fault. I wish I could say I was drunk at the time, but I was just an idiot.”

I smiled, taking a sip from my own glass. “Well, you do look the type. No offense!”

“None taken.” He said, clearing his throat slightly. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

He looked around as if the question had been outrageous. “You’re by far the most beautiful girl in this place and here you are sat alone with me and the barkeep.”

“If I’m with you and the barkeep am I really alone?” I countered, nervously stirring my drink with the straw.

“A fair point, but my question remains the same.” He slid closer. “What’s your sob story?”

I bit my lip, trying to fight the smile that started to spread. “That’s a very long story, stranger.”

He shrugged. “I’ve got plenty of time.”

“Is this your move?” I teased. “You make up a little story about being stood up by a friend and then come over to hit on lonely girls at the bar?”

With a boisterous laugh he shook his head. “That would be rather pathetic, wouldn’t it?”

I took another drink. “Eh, I’ve seen worse.”

“So, why are you lonely?”

“That is the question of the hour.” I had the answer, but I refused to acknowledge it. The pain of such an admittance would drive me back to where I’d been thirty years ago, and I wouldn't go back there. Not back to the hallucinating and the constant state of fear and pain that had all but consumed me. I owed him more than that.

"Well, lonely stranger," he said, holding out his hand. "I'm Hob."

It was an odd name, but I placed my hand in his with a smile. "Hello, Hob, I'm Penelope."

He pressed a kiss to my knuckles and winked. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "So, you think your friend is still mad at you?"

"More than likely, he's the type to hold a grudge."

The barkeep chuckled, butting into the conversation. “I’ve seen plenty of friends get in fights in pubs. Even more of them laugh about it together later!”

Hob looked over the counter and smiled again, more amused this time. “Maybe in another hundred years.”

“Ah, you’ll have to have found a new pub by then. This place has been sold to make room for new flats.” The horror that filled his face was something I wasn’t expecting. Had it meant so much to him? Perhaps to his friend? "The borough council are trying to stop them, but if you've got enough money in this country you can do whatever you bloody want."

I sat with him for another few minutes before the place needed to close. He was still upset, still for whatever reason worried as we stepped out into the night. "Would you like me to wait with you, while you call someone or?"

"It's alright, I walked." I assured him just as the rain began to pour down from the starry sky. With a sigh I looked up at them, wishing to see the blue pair of eyes looking at me once again.

"Need an umbrella?" Hob asked. "I'm sure I have a spare."

I smiled at him, a smile that reflected his. "And miss out on the rain?! Absolutely not!"

"You are the strangest girl I've ever met, Penelope." 

"Strange," I hummed, mulling it over in my head. "I quite like that."

"See you around?" He asked.

I shrugged. "Maybe in a hundred years."

The phrase seemed to light something in him as a smile, a real smile spread on his face as he tipped his imaginary to me. "A hundred years then."

2017

I pulled up to the club, tires screeching against the asphalt as I skidded next to her car. God damn you Johanna Constantine! I cursed, ripping my belt off and slamming my door. A hooded man leaned up against her car, flipped casually through the pages of his book. 

"You're too late," he said in a rich slightly scratchy voice as I drew closer.

"Excuse me?"

The chains that seemed to bind him to the book clacked against the hood of the car sending a shiver of unpleasant memories through me. "You're too late to save the girl. Or perhaps you're right on time… It likes to change for you."

I kept walking toward the door, dread filling me at the way the man's weighted words clouded around me. "JOHANNA!" I all but screamed. The smell of smoke and burning flesh was pungent in the air. No. Not again.

I ran, ran through the double doors and almost slammed into the back of Logue, a man I'd only met once before and absolutely hated. He stared down in front of him, wailing, feet planted in place. I shoved him to the side and felt my heart fall into my stomach at the sight of my friend, frozen on the ground, clutching the hand of the girl, Logues daughter, that had no doubt been lost to his stupidity.

"This is your fault," Logue spat down at her and I didn't hesitate to whirl around and punch him. 

The sound of his nose breaking beneath my fist was music to my ears. As he stumbled and stuttered out cries I stood over him. "If you want your nose to be the only thing I break you'd better leave now. And I don't want to hear a goddamn word from you ever again."

He ran out, but I didn't focus on him, couldn't, not when Johanna was sat there unmoving and practically wheezing. "Jo..." I tried in a soft voice. 

Nothing.

I knelt down beside her and carefully moved the hair from her face. Her lip quivered. "Johanna." Her eyes had begun to water, tears already spilling over as I rubbed a soothing hand over her back and gently held the wrist of the hand that still held onto the girl. "Johanna, you have to let go."

Her chest heaved. "I... I can't."

"Yes you can," I assured her. "Let go."

The arm thudded to the floor and I pulled her into my embrace immediately. As was the Constantine way she resisted, tried pushing her pain back down and me along with it, but I still held her. 

I knew this pain, knew it well, knew it wasn't one you could push down. So I held her as she pushed and shouted and raged in my arms. Eventually the fight left her and the heartbroken sobs filled the room as the remnants of fire and brimstone crackled beside us.

"I've got you," I whispered, blinking the tears from my own eyes. "I'm not going anywhere, Jo. I promise."

This promise was one I intended to keep. After all, Johanna Constantine had been my only constant in recent years. The only one I had to call upon if I needed help, so in turn I was there for her. Most would have called such a thing friendship, but she'd hated that word, so we'd called it a beneficial alliance, something she still hated but at least allowed. But, I had no trouble admitting that Johanna Constantine was my friend and that I wouldn't abandon her to bear the pain, no doubt ahead of her, alone.

Present Day

The rain had begun suddenly and had only worsened as the afternoon drifted to night. I saw the flash of white, her signature coat, in the crowd ahead. "Johanna!"

She, thankfully, heard me and stopped. I opened my umbrella, running out from my covered spot to catch up to her. She smiled as our umbrellas knocked together. "Didn't know you were out and about today."

"I was just looking at a few antiques from a collector." I replied, falling into step beside her.

"Were they shit?"

"Absolutely!"

She shook her head. "It appears you still hold the title of greatest antique in London!"

I scoffed and smacked her umbrella. "Bitch."

***

London. The city that he had been doomed to, bound to, for so long the mere air left him tasting ash. He hated it. The loud crowds of humans, the cars and trains and constant rain. This city is cursed, he deducted as he waited for the Constantine girl to arrive. She wasn't far, that much he knew, but it appeared as if she was running late.

As he stood out in the dreadful city he felt… Hot? An odd sensation filled him, one he shoved down as the black cab pulled into view and this Johanna Constantine stepped out. She paused across the road, speaking to the woman he knew as Mad Hettie, one of his sisters immortals. He waited for her atop the stairs, somewhere she'd be forced to speak to him in order to pass and when she finally turned and approached him he was surprised by how closely she resembled the Constantine he'd known. 

She stopped a mere four steps away and looked up at him with a tilted head. "Constantine."

"Do we know each other?" She asked, taking a step up.

"We have business, you and I." Was all he said, all he was going to say, if there was one thing he hated more than this city it was the forced pleasantries mortals seemed to be so fond of.

She sighed. "Get in line, bruv. I can't keep God waiting."

He was baffled at her words, more so at the way she just waltzed past him. It would seem that while in captivity the humans had grown far more impetulant than even he remembered. So the king of dreams watched Constantine bicker with the priest about the royals and her fee. It was only when the demon tore its way from its host that he intervened. 

"You talk too much," the demon growled.

Constantine tilted her head and smirked. "Tell me your name and I’ll stop.”

“And why would I do that? When there are far more enjoyable ways to make you stop.”

Now standing at the top of the steps, looking down at the demon and the one trying to send it back he called out, "His name is Agilieth.”

“I’m flattered you remember me, Lord Morpheus, after all your time away.”

Constantine looked up at him with furrowed brows and a pensive look. “Lord Morpheus?”

“He is.” Agilieth answered, not once breaking the stare of the king. “Though I confess, I almost didn’t recognize you without your helm.” Dream’s glare darkened. “I wonder where your helm could be.”

A test perhaps? To see how much he knew of what had happened to his tools while he was imprisoned. “I presume it is in hell, with the demon to whom it was traded.”

“Yes, but which demon?” He smiled. “Give me the princess and I’ll tell you.”

Dream considered it. After all, what was one mortal princess to an Endless? What was one mortal in exchange for finding his tools, restoring his power and his realm? Constantine began her chant once again. “Wait!”

She did not stop. The ring of fire circled around Agilieth. “Fine, Fine! I’ll tell you where your helm is, just don’t send me back.”

“Constantine stop!” He called out. Still she continued. “I command you!”

“Dream of the Endless commands you!” the demon shouted.

With a smile, smug and rebellious she replied, “Run along and fuck off back to hell.”

He watched as the fire encased the demon, sending it back to its home in ashes. He glared down at her. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”

“I’ve just tripled my fee,” she answered simply as she turned and began shouting at the priest about how to receive her payment.

He was annoyed, though he probably should have been expecting the outcome from the close proximity to a Constantine. They, no matter what era he’d come across them, were a difficult force of nature. As he stood outside the church, listening to the ramblings of Mad Hettie a pang of guilt filled him as he thought of the cold and callous thoughts he’d had. *She* had been just one mortal, hadn’t she? Had things turned out differently would he have so easily thrown her life away? 

The rough sound of her approaching footsteps pulled him from his thoughts and he turned slightly. She looked, if possible, even more apprehensive than she had before. Hettie huffed. “I said the Sandman and I meant the bleedin’ sandman. It's good to have you back, milord. Don’t let her mess you about.”

He gave the old woman a polite nod, taking her warning more seriously after Constantine's rebellion back in the church as he turned to her. She smirked at him. “My gran used to tell me stories about you lot.”

“I’ve known your family for centuries,” he admitted, voice low, a warning.

“Then you know there's not one of us that can be trusted.” For a brief moment, Morpheus thought he saw a hint of sorrow in her eyes, but it was gone in an instant. “What do you want with me?”

“Something of mine came into your possession.” He said simply. “A leather pouch filled with sand. I need it back.”

“Oh, that was yours?” She pondered. “I bought it at a state sale. Didn’t even manage to get the drawstrings open.”

“Where is it?”

“No idea, could be anywhere.”

“We must find it.”

“Must we? Why is that?”

Morpheus felt his annoyance at her vague answers growing by the minute. Why did it have to be a Constantine? He sighed, hands in his coat pockets fisting in a poor attempt to sooth the hot emotion. “Because without it my realm will cease to exist, and if dreams disappear, then so will humanity.”

Her eyebrows raised. “No offense, but… I could do without dreams for a while. Haven’t had a decent night's sleep in ages.”

“Nor will you,” he insisted, stepping into her path as she moved to leave. “Until we find the sand. We must go. Now.”

“Does this approach generally work for you?” She snapped. “You just turn up and order people about?”

“Yes.”

“Alright,” she replied, far too suddenly. Dream resisted the urge to make a face at the compliance. “I’ll help you find your sand.”

“Good.”

“First thing tomorrow, and I work alone.” 

There it was.

“No.”

She ignored him. “Don’t want you and your little friend following me all over London.”

“My friend?” He asked. What sort of trick was this?

Her head turned and she gestured off to the side. “Is that not your raven?”

Morpheus turned to look, far too quickly, too eagerly. For a moment he saw Jessamy perched on the back of the bench. For a moment he’d gone back to a point in time where such a sight was not uncommon, nor painful. The little black bird watched him, waiting with a stiff body and confused eyes. He smothered the warm feeling of fondness already forming with the creature.

“My gran said Dream always had a raven,” Constantine said, eyes drinking in his expression, or lack thereof.

“Not anymore.” Was all he could say, and even that had been too much. He approached the bird slowly, speaking softly. “Who are you? Tell me your name.”

“It’s, uh, Matthew, sir.”

“Matthew, I've made it clear to Lucienne that I do not require a raven at this time.”

“Yeah, she told me you’d say that,” he said with a loud caw. 

If I need assistance, I will ask for it.” A lie, one Lucienne would immediately see through.

“Uh, you do actually…” Another caw. “She’s getting away, sir!” He looked behind him where Constantine had been and now no longer was. With a sigh the bird looked down. “This is why you need a raven.”

“Go back to the Dreaming, Matthew,” he forced out, though it didn’t sound as harsh as he’d wanted it to. Dream didn’t even need to look at the raven to know he would not listen. Ensuring things went as she wanted was something Lucienne was quite good at when she found something she felt worth her efforts. He’d forgotten how much he missed it as well as hated it.

For a while he wandered the streets, thinking of how to find Constantine once again. It was a simple task, but with his mind so scrambled even the most simple thing felt miles out of his reach. Stopping beside a water feature he looked into the rippling depths, recalling how he’d seen her face in the waters of his realm. It was only one of the odd occurrences that plagued him. They shouldn’t have done that. Those waters had only ever shown him the darker version of himself before. Perhaps it was because he was now the darker version he always saw in the water. Perhaps the dreaming had sensed it and changed to accommodate… Had chosen her because she was all the good he’d had in him.

The raven, Matthew, landed beside him with an uncomfortable stretch of his wings. “I’m back.”

The glare the Endless sent to the bird would have been enough for any human to go running off as fast and far as they could, but the raven didn’t budge. “Yes, in spite of my telling you to leave.”

“I… I can’t. I… The boss lady told me-”

Boss? His mind hissed as the unsettling wave of anger and jealousy rose up in him. He was darker, he concluded then. Darker and desperate. “Lucienne is not your master.”

Matthew clacked his beak. “She told me you’d say that too.”

“Do you know who I am?” Dream asked, slightly less angry.

“Not entirely, but I… I don’t even know who I am anymore. A couple hours ago I apparently died in my sleep, and now I… I’m a bird!” He shifted from foot to foot, stretching his wings out. “I used to have thumbs. Now I have these things.”

“Yes. And now you must use them to fly back to the dreaming.” A hint of pain laced his voice when he spoke next. “This world is not safe.”

“You think I don’t know that? I lived my whole life here. That’s why Lucienne sent me to help you.”

Help me. The very idea was like a bitter wine on his tongue. He’d done nothing for the loyalty of the bird. He’d done nothing. “My last raven came here to help me.”

“Yeah? Where is he now?”

Blood, bones and feathers. The look of her eyes as she held the small creature in her hands. “Her name was Jessamy. She died, trying to help me.”

With a soft click of his beak Matthew sighed. “I’m sorry. Look, let me at least help you find this woman. If she’s asleep we’ve probably got five or six hours before she’s on the move again.”

Of course, he thought. “If she is asleep, then I know exactly where to find her.”

***

Johannas’ favorite restaurant had, of course, been busier than ever. Every time she asked me to go out to grab it the store was swamped., it was almost as if she planned it. Which, knowing her wasn’t that far fetched, especially if the job she was going off on was one she knew she needed help with. No matter how many times I’d told her about my durability she still refused to accept any help unless it included staying at her flat curled up on the couch with a book or laptop doing research. 

I had no interest in doing what she did, but after all she’d helped me with, I felt as though it was only fair I offered her the same amount. The Constantines were stubborn and more often than not paranoid when it came to friendships and love. It made sense, their line of work being as dangerous as it was, I just wished that she’d let me help her more. I also wished to not have to hear about it for the next month as she bitched about my softness. Another thing she wasn’t entirely wrong about. I was soft, well I’d grown softer. The old wounds had started to mend and, though I knew the memories and pain would always be there I couldn’t help but think that Death had been right all those years ago.

It took thirty minutes to get our order, and with another ten minute cab ride back to the flat I was certain the food would be cold by then. Johanna wouldn’t mind, especially if her night had been a long one, which was almost a certainty at this point. I just hoped it would be enough for her to finally get some sleep. After what happened with Astra… I'd never been more thankful not to dream before, but seeing Jo struggle with the nightmares always put a pit in my stomach. 

I'd seen violence and death before, and as fucked up as it was the bodies and blood weren't what I focused on, weren't what haunted me. No, instead I saw my friend in a spot I'd once been in, a spot where no matter how far ahead you looked the future remained dark and full of despair. Johanna was strong, resilient and seeing her actually break was what scared me the most.

A large shoulder slammed into me, nearly knocking me and the bag of food to the ground. "Watch it, asshole!" I hollered, but kept walking to catch the cab that had pulled up. The air around me swirled with a tang of something, but so close to the car I didn't pay it any mind as I hopped into the cab and gave the driver the address.

***

Dream stood in the darkened, cluttered apartment, looking down at the sleeping Constantine girl. He'd seen horrific memories plague humans dreams for centuries, hers had been cruel and painful, but he'd seen it all before. So, when she woke with a gasping breath and tears in her eyes he didn't react. When she finally noticed him standing in her living room she signed, "For fucks sake. How did you find me?"

"You were dreaming." He answered. "But it was not only a dream, was it? It is a memory. No wonder you do not sleep."

He'd meant for it to be a statement of understanding, but judging by the way she clenched her jaw and glared up at him he'd not done it properly. "Maybe I don't deserve to."

"Perhaps not. But, I could make it go away." A bargain, he thought, would be the best way to ensure her cooperation.

"Only if I help you find your sand." She finished, the look in her eyes shifting into a more contemplating one.

Glancing around at the shelves and piles of things he said, "Though finding anything in this place may require more magic than even you can muster." 

Finally she stood, having made up her mind. "I'll look in the office. Try not to clean up while I'm gone."

"I'm coming with you." Was his simple reply. "You have a gift for disappearing."

She smirked. "You'll love my flatmate then, woman can vanish in less than a second. She certainly wouldn't need to distract you with a raven." He felt something, a warm tug, trying to coax the question out. But instead he stayed silent and watched her as she moved around him. "If the mess out here offends you, just wait til you see my office."

Dream looked at the mess of the small living space and sighed. If this is what she considers tidy we'll be here all night. He followed her and the sight immediately confirmed his worry. Piles of junk, boxes both full and empty tossed about, clothes hanging from every surface, this was a true disaster. The Constantine jumped into looking in the furthest corner of the room, tossing useless trinkets or empty bags over her shoulders. It was a wonder she got anything accomplished when she lived like this.

They searched, well she did as he watched, for a while before she'd, apparently, grown bored of the silence and decided to fill it with questions. "So, you seem pretty attached to this sand."

"It is a part of me." He kept his hands in his pockets and watched as she flew through the space like a hurricane.

"If that's true, then how'd you happen to lose it?" Another toss, one that sounded fatal to whatever the object had been.

The small lingering spark of rage twisted in his lungs. "It was stolen by another magic user called Burgess."

Recognition sparked in her. "Wait, not Roderick Burgess? The old demon king himself, eh?" Recognition shifted to rage. "Woman beating piece of shit, everyone said he had the devil locked up in his basement, wait how did you…"

He'd felt the unpleasant curl of the memories beginning to swarm his mind, but the look she held in her eyes was deeper than mere pity, a realization. "It was you…"

"Yes," he'd said in answer, but the look did not fade.

"No… You're him, the man in the glass."

Impossible. Darkness laced his tongue when he spoke. "How do you know about that?"

"Holy shit." She breathed out, searching quicker for something in the pile. "My flatmate, the one I mentioned, stayed at the Burgess house for two years before the bastard sent her up the river to the looney bin."

He'd stopped breathing. No. This was surely some cruel joke. "That's not…"

She pulled the picture frame out front under a stack of papers and held it up to him. "Does she look familiar to you?"

His fingers curled around the frame, digging into it painfully tight as he stared down in awe. It was her. Curled around Johanna Constantines back, smile wide… Happy and eyes filled with the joy they'd been devoid of their last meeting. How? How was this possible?

The sound of the front door closing restarted his heart and for the first time in eighty years he felt the mark on his arm burn. The tugging sensation snapped into a forceful pull as he turned and looked at the office door.

***

I shut the door with my foot, and shimmied out of my jacket, scratching the puffed up skin of my mark, sending a dull burn through it, as I went. "Johanna!" I called. "You home?"

"In here!" Her voice was muffled by the door, but I could still hear something off.

"I got your usual," I said, opening the door and rummaging through the bag. "But they forgot the… Sauce."

All the air left me as I looked up, expecting to see the face of my flatmate, only to see him, the man I'd spent so many years thinking of, wishing to see just one lsst time. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. I wanted to pinch myself, or stab myself with one of the plastic forks but I couldn't seem to move, I couldn't do anything but stare at him. Had he always looked like this? So stoic, so powerful, so beautiful? 

Johanna stepped around a pile of junk and grabbed the bag from my hands. "I'm gonna, uh, give you two a minute."

Once the sound of the door had announced her departure the Sandman drew in a breath and spoke the first words I'd ever heard him say, "Hello, Penelope."

Tears spilled down my cheeks as I closed my eyes tightly. The sound of his voice was deep and rich, sending a wave of power and emotion through me like lightning. When I opened them again and he was still there I said nothing, closing the space between us and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. The scent of sea and what I could only describe as stardust flooded my senses, further cementing this as reality. My hands fisted in his coat and for a moment of his body remaining stiff I thought I might have overstepped, but then the touch came, soft feather light pressure of his hand on my back, holding me to him. I didn't know how, but somehow I managed to get the strangled greeting out, "Hi, Sandman."

We stood like that for a minute or two, frozen in the embrace of one another, an embrace I never thought I'd get, before I pulled away and wiped the tears from my eyes. His hand stayed on my back, putting slightly more pressure there as if trying to keep me from moving away any further. The star filled blue eyes I thought of so often finally stared down at me. The sound of his voice surprised me, after years of silence I definitely needed time to adjust to hearing it. Now I just hoped he wanted me to hear it more. "How?"

It was a difficult question to answer, even after all these years. "I don't really know."

"What happened?" He sounded angry, hurt even.

I sighed and pressed my forehead to his chin. Perhaps the gesture had been too intimate, but I didn't care, I just wanted to feel him for as long as I could, as long as he'd let me. "After the basement…" I swallowed hard, pushing the painful flashes down. "I wasn't going to go back… and the only way I could see to do that was to… Well…"

"Throw a car off a bridge?" He finished.

Looking back up into his gaze I shrugged. "I didn't think you knew about that."

"Paul told me," he answered as his eyes filled with pain. "He said you were dead… I thought you were dead."

I blinked away tears. "I think I was… For a little bit at least."

"Then how are you here? How do you look exactly as I remember?" His eyes trailed over my face, my body, honing in on the mark and then on the long jagged scar on the arm across from it, that I'd given myself so long ago. 

Shame burned in me as I curled the arm into my chest, pulling at the chain of my necklace to try and hide the fact I didn't want him to see it. "I only remember pulling myself out of the river. Everything before is hazy." His eyes were still glued to my arm so I nudged him gently. "How did you get out?"

His eyes returned to mine. "Paul. He broke the summoning circle, which in turn restored a small portion of my power. I used that to free myself." Another strong pulse of something swelled in me. "I kept my promise. Alex Burgess pays for every second of torment he allowed."

It felt good to hear, and though it was probably terrible, I smiled. "Thank you." Is he angry, hurt, I never came back for him? The sudden thought filled me with dread. "I… I did try to come back for you. I did… But…"

A cold hand stroked my cheek. "Do not apologize. Freeing me was never your burden." 

"Still, I wanted you to know I tried. I'd be the worst person ever if I just let you rot there without a second thought, Sandman."

"Morpheus," he whispered and a warm feeling nestled in my chest, like the answer to a question I needed to be whole. "My name is Morpheus, Dream of the Endless."

"Is it Morpheus or Dream?"

"Either, but…" He paused, "People call me Dream mostly, but in private I would like you to call me Morpheus." 

"Morpheus," I breathed, tested with a smile. "It's certainly not as catchy as Sandy, but it'll do."

"I hated that name, just so you know," his eyes glistened with the playful tone of his voice. It was so much better than I could have imagined, all of it.

"Oh I knew, but that only made it more fun." I laughed softly, before the silence turned more serious. "I'm glad you got free, Morpheus."

With the smallest hint of a smile he bowed his head, brushing it against the top of mine. "I am glad you did as well, Penelope."

We're getting out of here. You, me and Jessamy. I promise.

"I um... I have something for you," I said, squeezing the glass vial in my hand and stepping around him to get to my desk, buried among Johannas crap. I opened the drawer, fingers stroking the soft bag before I opened it and retrieved the small black pouch. I turned, placing it gently into his hand with care. Morpheus stood looking down at the pouch curiously. "It's... It's Jessamy, well her remains."

His lips parted, shock and pain settling into his features, the feeling pulsing between us. "How?"

"I'm sorry if I've offended you," I said quickly, a moment of fear hitting me. "I didn't really know how you wanted... I was going to bury her, but it just didn't feel right, trapping her in that place. So, I burned her, or well, Paul did… and kept the ashes hoping that, well… Hoping we'd get to have  this talk." I rambled nervously, twisting the vial on the chain.

For a long minute all he did was stand there, staring down at the remains of his companion. When he did speak it was quiet, pained but grateful. "You should keep it. To remember her by."

He pressed the pouch back into my palm. "Oh, I... I already have some pieces of her with me." 

"I see," he said, lifting the necklace up closer, admiring the feather in the glass vial. "She would have liked that."

"Probably would have tried stealing it from me," I said fondly, the hurt of her loss at last beginning to shift into good memories. Turning our hands I pressed her ashes back into his and smiled against the tears that began to swell. "Now you can take her home. You can find a place she loved and set her free."

 His hand slid out from beneath mine, fingers brushing along my palm. "Thank you, Penelope. I will not forget this."

"Don't thank me." I insisted. "I'm sorry I broke my promise."

"I'll not hold it against you," he said, smiling a little. His mouth… I strangled the thought quickly. "I do not possess your unwavering ability to hold a grudge."

I let out a breathy laugh, "You know I highly doubt that."

The air between us had shifted to what it used to be, comfortable, familiar. I was happy. Happy he was finally free, happy he was here. Yet, all the questions I’d long buried, convinced I’d never get to see them answered bubbled back up to the surface. A twinge of confusion, of a need to understand what this was connecting us, filled my chest, and I suppose in turn his. His eyes turned more serious and he nodded his head slightly. “You have questions.”

“Yeah, you could say that…” I muttered.

“I have some answers,” he admitted freely, “But…”

“Later,” I finished, feeling the words before he even spoke them.

“Yes.”

I kept his gaze a moment longer. “There will be a later though, right?”

“Yes.” His fingers grazed my hand. “I promise.”

A loud knock to the door was the only warning we got before Johanna barged in. I took a step away from him, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable under Johannas’ scrutinous stare. "I get that there's some history here, but I'd very much like to find this bag and be done with Mr. Sandman."

I rubbed my chilled hands together. “Okay, well what exactly are we looking for?”

“A bag of sand,” Johanna said bluntly as she began looking around the room haphazardly throwing and stepping on things, as I was certain she had been before I arrived.

While I looked around I could feel Morpheus’ eyes on me, watching every movement, every shift, everything. When I felt his gaze shift, I looked over my shoulder at him, eyes trailing down his fit form. He wore a long black coat that seemed to hold the stars inside it, black boots and well black everything. It looked good. He looks even better naked, I reminded myself. His head turned towards me, faster than I was prepared for. And his voice sounded deeper when he said, “It was one of the tools they’d stolen from me. I need it back.”

“So,” Johanna started, her signature nosey face looking up at him. “You were down in that basement all this time?”

I quickly threw an empty bag at her and gave her the glare I knew she hated. He didn’t bother answering her, but I could see the pain in his eyes as he looked down to a small roll of photos that stuck out of the box beside him. “Is this you?”

“Why?” she practically groaned. “Do I look that different? Or younger?”

She took the photo from his fingers and held it between her own with a gentleness that showed just how much she cared. “No,” Morpheus said. “Happy.”

Suddenly her hand dropped, still holding the picture. “Shit. I know where your sand is.”

“God no,” I groaned with a huff. “You left it with her?”

“I know,” she started rubbing her forehead. “I know.”

I leaned back against one of the desks. “How do you want to do this?”

She shrugged. “The only way we can.”

I smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “Oh, so we’re finally offering you up as a sacrifice? I always thought it’d be to some demon, but I suppose an ex girlfriend is close enough.”

“Not funny,” she said, slapping my shoulder on her way out the office door.

Looking over at Morpheus I smiled, “It is funny though, isn’t it?”

He looked at me in a way I hadn’t seen before, his eyes so full of fondness… no, that was too tame a word for it. Adoration, I thought, but quickly pushed aside. He didn’t adore me, he barely knew me. After a minute his lips tugged into a smile, small and fleeting, but still there. “You can be quite amusing.”

“Hear that Jo! Sandy agrees with me!” I hollered, basking in the look of utter disgust and annoyance that spread across his face that the familiar nickname.

“You are not calling me that any longer,” he commanded. 

“You gonna make me stop?” I teased, far more flirtatiously than I’d been intending, at least out loud.

He arched a brow, taking a step forward, looking down at me with a darker gaze than normal. “I could.”

Johanna cursed from the other room. “Pen, where's my coat?”

“Raincheck?” I asked softly.

“I suppose, so long as you bite your tongue the next time you feel the urge to call me Sandy.” A wave of heat rolled over me. God that voice, I thought and his eyes flared. I wonder what it would sound like when he- “You should be mindful of your thoughts.”

Heat rose to my cheeks and my eyes went wide, embarrassment filling every fiber of my being. “Can you?” He nodded. “Oh god.”

I caught a glimpse of his smirk before he erased it completely. “I can’t hear every thought, just the loud ones… the ones you can’t seem to keep to yourself.”

“How long have you been able to do that?” I demanded, unable to meet his gaze.

“The duration of this conversation.”

More heat as I covered my face with my hands as I recalled all the things I’d thought over the last few minutes. “Oh god.”

He said nothing, but I could feel the pride he felt, and could see the smirk once again before it vanished. Johanna popped back through the door. “Found it. You okay Pen?”

“Yep!” I cheered, quickly moving for the door. “Let’s go!”

“I’ll meet you there,” Morpheus said, voice full of amusement at my expense. I looked back at him, Asshole. The glint in his eyes told me he heard it.

Johanna and I stood on the corner, waiting for the cab, when she finally looked over and said, “So, you and the Sandman?” I opened my mouth ready to tell her it wasn’t like that when she shook her head. “Don’t even try to tell me it isn't like that. I saw you checking him out.”

“Jo,” I whispered. “It’s complicated.”

She pulled me to her side. “Look, I’m not gonna lecture you. You’re like ninety years older than me and we both know you wouldn’t listen. Besides, I’m not really one that should be giving out this kind of advice. I just… I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

I smiled at her. “I’ve been through worse, Jo. And for the record I’m only seventy six years older than you, I’m not ancient.”

“Not like your boyfriend.” She didn’t waste any time with the dig.

“Shut up.”

***

Dream felt like he was on fire. He had since the moment she embraced him. His eyes watched her as she walked ahead of him and Constantine, humming with her hands in her pockets and a slight skip in her step. The simple dress she’d worn bouncing up slightly with every movement, raising just enough that he could catch glimpses of her thighs. Dream found himself unable to stop thinking of the heated thoughts she’d unknowingly shared with him, of how tame they were in comparison to his.

“Who is she?” He decided to ask Constantine, an attempt to clear his thoughts and remind himself of what his focus had to be. “The woman in the picture.”

“Her names Rachel, Rachel Moodie.”

“Does she deal in magic as well?”

She scoffed, slowing beside him. “God no. No, She’s actually a decent person. Proper job, nice family. She fuckin’ hated all the magic stuff.”

“And yet you left the sand with her.”

“I did not leave it with her. Sort of left it, and her.” The two shared a look, hers one of pain and guilt and his one of understanding, perhaps even sympathy if he was feeling generous. Constantine looked away and released a huff of annoyance. “I was staying at her place for a few months. She interpreted that as us living together, which we weren’t, so, one night I just went on a job and… never went back.”

“Why?” He hadn’t meant to ask it, but as he watched Penelope look up to the sky and smile the word just slipped past his lips.

"Because it never ends well, does it?" She looked over at him, following the steady gaze that fell on her flatmate.

"What? Love?" Dream looked down at her for a moment before his eyes returned ahead of them to Penelope. If one fact had remained true over the long years that had separated them it was that he did not deserve her. "No, I suppose it doesn't."

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but people around me tend to get ripped in half or cast down to Hell.”

“Not all of them,” he replied.

Johanna smiled, looking over at the girl they both seemed to share a common fondness of. “She’s different. Pen doesn’t need me to look after her, not really. She’s been through far worse and somehow come out of it all still her… Still good. But Rachel, she wasn’t used to this kind of life. It was safer for her if I left.”

“Did you tell her that?”

“No.” She said as they finally neared the door. “I suppose I’ll have to now.”

Penelope hopped down from the step and gestured to the door. “It’s still her.”

“Bollocks.” She shoved her friend up to the box. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and she won’t be-” The sound of the door buzzing echoed in the small enclosed space and Constantines face fell. “Weird… She didn’t even ask who it is.”

“Johanna,” Penelope tried to interrupt.

“Maybe she’s expecting someone. This could get awkward. More. Awkward.”

“Do you want me to come up with you?” Penelope asked once the nervousness became too obvious to ignore.

“No, you lot wait here.”

“I’m coming with you,” he insisted, not wanting to risk her running again.

“No you’re not. Do you have any idea how much she probably hates me right now? Do you have ex girlfriends?” His jaw clenched. Yes, he had many… Many who would not be pleased to see him ever again. Many whom he would have to tell her about. No. He forced the cold thought. No, he would retrieve his tools, save the dreaming, give her whatever explanation he needed to in order to satisfy her curious mind and then he would let her go back to her life. The life she’d built without him, the one she knew and the one that would keep her safe.

“I will not wait long.”

“You won’t have to,” Constantine assured. “She’s gonna slam the door in my face.”

He and Penelope waited until the door slammed closed before looking at one another. She leaned over towards him, “How long do you think it’ll take them to get undressed?”

Tilting his head at her he smiled. “What makes you think this woman will be keen on reconnecting?”

She shrugged. “I just know Johanna.”

***

The rain had started not long after Johanna disappeared upstairs and as it began to come down harder a small black mass shot down from the sky and landed roughly onto the pavement. Morpheus looked down with a sigh. “Matthew.”

“This is a bad idea.” The raven shook off his wings and looked at Morpheus, then to me. “Uh, sorry, I thought it was just you out here.”

My eyes widened at the voice of the bird. “Oh… the raven talks.”

“The raven has a name,” he said grumpily. 

Morpheus sighed. “Penelope, this is Matthew.”

I knelt down and smiled at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Matthew. Sorry I’m just a bit new to talking animals, or spirits, or whatever it is you are.”

His feathers smoothed out. “I guess that’s fair. I’m kind of new to this too.”

“You’re a magnificent raven,” I said, holding a hand out. “Would you like me to hold you? So you don’t have to look up so high?”

“Well… Yeah, I guess that sounds nice.” He said slowly, hopping into my hand and gripping me tightly as I rose back up and held him out to Morpheus, who looked at us with a softness in his usual hard exterior expressions.

“Anyway, I say this as someone who was recently human.” I let the question go. Later. “Human beings cannot be trusted.”

“No.”

“If I were Johanna Constantine, I’d be up there cutting a deal with Rachel to keep the sand, then cut the dream sand with real sand and sell it to the highest bidder.”

"Johanna wouldn't do that," I assured him.

"Well you're not exactly impartial, are you?" 

"Maybe not, but one thing to know about me dear Matthew is I'm very good at spotting monsters." I stuck my free hand out into the stream of rain, letting it pool in my palm and run through my fingertips. "And Johanna isn't a monster. She's just seen too much and lost even more."

I could feel Morpheus' eyes watching me and not the raven, but when I looked back up his eyes had shifted. “Well, I wasn’t the best person when I was a person. We can’t all be Jessamy, who was apparently perfect in every way.”

I giggled, earning a look from both of them. “Sorry, it’s just, Jessamy was far from perfect.”

“You knew her too?”

“Kind of.” I said leaning back against the wall. “She never spoke to me, I didn’t even know she could, but we spent a lot of time together.”

“So, what was she like then?” Matthew asked carefully, almost as if he was afraid of the answer.

“She was brilliant,” I began, noticing the sad gleam in the sandman's eyes. “Sly as a fox and fast as the wind in a storm. She also liked to steal my things, ribbons, rocks, anything I’d collected that she took a liking to. Jessamy was also quite a bitch,” I admitted with a laugh. “She was always picking at my hair and clothes and swooping down to scare me.”

Matthew sighed. “She sounds nice.”

“She was.” I said. “But, she was just like you. Not better or worse.”

Morpheus looked at the bird with a sigh. “Matthew I-”

“I get that you don’t think you need a raven, but if you’re out here, waiting for human beings to help anyone but themselves you’re gonna be sitting out here in the rain forever. Whatever they’re doing up there, they’re not thinking about you.”

“Oh they sure aren't,” I chuckled.

“What’s funny?”

“Dear Matthew, I’m willing to bet they’re up there tearing each other's clothes off.”

“No way!” He cawed. “They’re definitely planning a doublecross.”

I looked down at him and smiled. “You want to bet on it?”

“I’m a raven, I don’t really have anything to bet.”

“True.”

“How about this, the loser buys the winner the meal of their choice.”

I cocked a brow at him. “Do you have a wallet hidden in those feathers?”

He shook his head slightly. “No, but I do have the tall guy.”

Looking up at Morpheus’ unimpressed stare I pressed my bottom lip out slightly, pouting. “Please, O great dream god!”

"I'm not a god." His voice was stiff. "I am one of the Endless."

"The Endless. Sounds very ominous.”

"The Endless are beings of great power that maintain the order of this world. Myself and my siblings," he explained.

I hummed thoughtfully. "You don't sound too fond of them."

He sent me a look. "There are a few that are... Troublesome."

"Just like in any family I suppose." I smiled. "How many are there?"

“More than enough.”

I shrugged. “Okay, well then, O great Dream of the Endless, will you please agree to the terms of our bet?”

He glanced down at the raven then back at me. “Very well.”

“Okay then, let's go. Prepare to lose, raven boy.” I said standing next to the door and hitting the buzzer. Nothing. I looked over at Morpheus whose face had turned sour. “That’s not good is it?”

“No, it is not.”

*** 

Upon finding Constantine in the hall Dream knew the only thing capable of this was none other than the sand they were here to retrieve. He stood back and watched Penelope as she attempted to soothe the dazed woman. With watering eyes Constantine glared at him. “What did you do to me?”

“It was the sand.” He was unsure of how to prepare her for what no doubt lay beyond the door of the bedroom.

“Where’s Rachel?” His jaw clenched, an act that only seemed to spur her into action. She pushed past Penelope and opened the bedroom door. “Rachel? Rach?”

“Jo? Jo, is that you?” The weak reply barely made it to the door as he followed in after the two women. “That’s such a wonderful dream.”

There, lying in the bed with hollow cheeks and skin clinging to bone, decaying in the bed of pillows was Constantine’s ex lover. She was barely clinging to life just as she clung to the pouch in her decrepit hand. He moved slowly, not wanting to disturb the unsettled quiet that had filled the room. Penelope stayed by the door, watching Johanna with a sorrowful gaze as her friend looked up to him. “What’s happened to her?”

“It was not meant for humans,” he said simply as he pulled the bag from her hand.

“No! Wait, please. It hurts,” She groaned.

He turned away, heading towards the door with a steeled expression. “We can go.”

“What?” Johanna demanded. “What we can’t go, we can’t leave her like this.”

It was Penelope’s eyes that he met as he spoke. “We can’t help her. The sand was the only thing keeping her alive.”

He could feel Constantine behind him, could feel her anger as she began speaking, but he didn’t care. All he saw was the sorrow in Penelope’s eyes, sorrow that he’d seen before so many times he’d lost count. But this time was different. This time he had no one to be angry with but himself. He had been responsible for this in some way, hadn’t he? He had been the reason the sand found its way into the mortals' hands, whether it was unintended or not it didn’t matter, not to him.

So he turned and gave Constantine a command, “Wait outside.”

He watched the woman apologize to her dying lover, watched her press a kiss to her forehead, an act that spurred his own memory of the goodbye he’d once thought was forever. And then, without a word to anyone Constantine left. He watched her go, eyes settling on Penelope for a moment before he spoke. “You should go with her.”

Facing the dying woman whom he had, unknowingly, put there he waited for the door to close behind her. It didn’t. Instead she moved closer, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside Rachel Moodie, taking her frail hand and holding it close. She looked up at him when he didn’t move and gave him a soft nod. She was staying. Staying beside a woman she didn’t know? Then it hit him.

It wasn’t Rachel Moodie she was staying for, not really. And so he opened the pouch, grabbing a small handful of sand and sprinkled it over Rachel Moodie. The sand fell across her face, but some of it swirled in the air drifting towards Penelope and circling over her. As the life faded from Rachel the sand retreated and settled once again. Penelope pressed a soft kiss to the woman's hand and gently set it beside her as she fell into her final slumber.

***

Johanna leaned against the wall, staring out at the rain as Morpheus and I came down. He stayed behind, giving the two of us space to talk while he spoke with Matthew. She didn't look at me when she spoke. "Was it quick?"

"Yes. She died dreaming of you," I replied, recalling the beautiful sun filled vision.

Her jaw clenched. "I didn't deserve her."

Standing beside her, shoulders touching, I shrugged. "Maybe not, maybe no one deserves anybody, but she loved you all the same and I know you loved her too."

As Morpheus drifted closer I moved out of the way so the two could speak alone. I'd hoped Johanna would be less hard on him than she had been upstairs, but the wound was fresh, and Johanna didn't deal with loss as tactfully as others. I knelt down to Matthew and sighed. "In light of recent events I think we should call off our bet."

"Yeah, seems kind of in bad taste, all things considered."

"Next time I'll beat you though," I assured him.

He laughed. "Not a chance Penny."

"Penny?" I asked with a smile.

"Yeah, cause you're all shiny!"

"I'm shiny?"

"Yeah, at least in these raven eyes of mine you are." He looked at me, as if double checking. "You got a very nice… Glow… Thing going."

"Well that's weird," I replied. "But that's kind of just been the new normal for me I guess. It's a nice nickname. I don't think anyone's called me that before."

He took a tiny bow. "I am a raven of many talents!"

When I stood back up and dusted off the dirt Johanna and Morpheus both looked away from me. Her attention turned to the little raven as she instructed him to take care of his master then she unfurled her umbrella and stepped into the rain. "You comin Pen?"

"I'll catch up with you later," I told her, settling into the spot she'd vacated. 

"Be safe," she called as she hurried off to the cab.

"How'd she take it?" I asked.

"Better than most."

I nodded. "Yeah, she's had her share of this shit. She'll deal with it, in her own way."

"How are you?" He asked softly.

"I'm alright." I shrugged. "I've gotten used to being surrounded by death."

"I suppose you have."

With a short glance at one another I asked, "I'm still perfectly fine with the whole later talk we need to have after you've got your tools back, but I have to know… did this," I gestured to my arm. "Did it keep me from dying that day?"

"No." He looked out at the rain and shook his head. "I am not even certain I have the answer as to how you survived. I'm just… I am glad you did."

I stepped towards him. "Oh? Would you have missed me?"

A pulse, strong and steady hummed between us. "More than you know."

I blushed. "You probably say that to all your friends." Friends. The word felt entirely too plain.

"I am Dream of the Endless, I do not have friends," he said lowly.

"Everyone needs a friend, Dream." I replied. "Is that not what we are?"

The blue of his eyes darkened. "I do not think that friends is a strong enough word to describe what we are."

"Best friends?" I whispered in a light teasing tone.

"Something like that," he said with mischief in his eyes.

"Well, best friend," I said. "Good luck getting your stuff back."

He looked out at the rain. "Are you intending to wait until the downpour ends?"

"And miss the rain?" I stepped out under the cold shower and smiled at him. "Never!"

"Goodbye, Penelope."

"Goodbye, Morpheus. I look forward to later!"

I danced through the rain all the way to the road, feeling his eyes on me every step until I faded from his view, where I called a cab to get me back to the apartment. Soaking wet footsteps trailed behind me as I walked through the door and got onto the elevator. A minute passed brfore the lights flickered and flashed for a seconds before the elevator stopped entirely. Soon the power cut out, flooding the pitch blackness of the elevator with red. "Great," I grumbled.

The pungent tang of sulfur burnt my nose and a wave of freezing dread filled me. In the distorted reflection of the elevator doors a shadow rose, twisted and deformed. A long gnarled hand reached towards me and then it fell like a pool of water, gone, at least from my sight.

Heart pounding I turned, checking every reflective surface, looking up the ground beneath my feet was nothing but bubbling darkness and my stomach dropped. "Fuc-"

Claws dug into my leg, pulling me down into the darkness before the scream could even form in my throat. I thrashed and clawed trying to find some kind of grip as whatever had grabbed me dragged me through whatever portal it had been capable of opening up. Sharp rocks sliced my arms and hands and dust... No, ash filled my nose. 

The claws released me, dropping me into a straight plummet down. I fell for less than a minute before my body slammed into a cold smooth floor of black. On the ground, over my gasping and disoriented form, the shadow of two large wings unfurled. Every inch of me wanted to curl into itself, every instinct I had told me to run, to get as far away from here as I could.

"Well well, what have we here? A guest in hell?"

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I love the 'monarch hotel' series

If I could shoot it directly into my veins like heroin I would

Well, here is your next fix!

Summary: How many times does Vigilante need to get injured before Harcourt finally gives in and hires a medic to help out with the squad's injuries? Far too many times, that's how many.

When it's uncovered that a fancy hotel is linked to, not only what's left of the legion of butterflies, but also a string of weird deaths and missing persons reports, the only two for the job are lovesick Adrian and the newbie.

Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Gun Violence, Blood and Injury, Undercover as a Couple. Fluff, Idiots in Love, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Summer Vacation, Butterflies, Alien Invasion, Stitches, Weird Biology, Creep in a Bathroom, Aphrodisiacs, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Drugging, Peeping, General Weirdness

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Previous Chapter: Alien Perverts

Once they'd managed to disentangle themselves from each other, Y/N and Adrian got ready for dinner. They'd wasted hours in bed. Wasted hours lay together in the quiet comfort of their hotel room. Wasted hours in each other's grasp. Because they needed it.

At two o'clock that day, they'd already had a wild fuckin one, and they had napped for most of the morning. So what if they neglected some of their work for a few hours of respite? Being drugged and creeped on was exhausting.

As Y/N was in the process of clipping her earrings in, Adrian exited the bathroom in nothing but a towel since he'd forgotten to bring his clothes in with him, and her mouth was forming a wolf whistle before she'd fully come to terms with the fact that her very sexy friend was half naked in her presence. Hell, why not lean into it? Why not inflate his ego a bit?

"Who is this sexy man before me?" she playfully cheered, her eyes raking over his dripping form very obviously, and she brought the back of her hand to her temple. "You've got me swooning, champ."

He turned fully bright red from the very tips of his ears to his freckled chest. He got so shy all of a sudden. He tried to hide his flushing cheek in his shoulder, but she'd already seen it and was enjoying everything that was presented to her.

"Baby, look at you blush!" she teased as she reached out to poke him in the chest. He was a furnace, the heat emitting from him was so intense that she couldn't resist the urge to press her palms against his skin to warm her room temperature hands to Adrian temperature. "You're red hot."

"I'm definitely red."

"You can say that again, hot stuff."

"Please stop being nice to me, I will get a boner."

Grinning at him like a maniac, Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head, but did give him some space to breathe. He found his clothes and held them in a bundle over his crotch as he awkwardly backed himself into the bathroom because he'd been noticeably turned on from the moment she'd called him sexy and was so glad she either hadn't noticed it or chose not to mention it. He dressed quickly and he did have to admit, the clothes he'd hastily grabbed didn't exactly go together. He grabbed some navy dress pants, an orange and white striped shirt, and a green argyle vest.

It simply didn't work at all.

"No."

"What?" He hummed in confusion. "No what?"

"Take it off."

Y/N crossed the room and lifted his arms so she could guide him to take the sweater off. As soon as that garment was thrown in the general direction of their bed, she began undoing the buttons of his shirt.

"There's too much going on here," she commented, pushing the fabric from his shoulders casually.

So casually that Adrian was sure she wasn't aware of her effect on him, despite the fact she'd made fun of him a mere five minutes ago for the effect she was having on him. At this moment, to her, he was just a fashion problem to solve and not someone who'd spent the last few hours feeling her up. All Adrian did was watch in fascination as Y/N turned and surveyed the clothes Leota had packed for him. He stood there with his hands on his hips, just grinning to himself as she went about pulling the pieces from the suitcase one by one.

"You just wanted me shirtless again," he joked once he'd got the nerve to.

"Oh, I always want that."

With a chuckle, she finally found a white tank top and threw it at his face. "Put this on," she ordered, and obviously he obeyed. "Where did I put it? It was around here somewhere. Ah!"

The moment he'd gotten the vest over his head, she was guiding his arms into a slightly oversized beige shirt, doing the buttons up to about halfway, and rolling up the sleeves. Once a fancy-looking silver watch and belt were added, she stood back to evaluate, and fuck, he looked classy and effortless and so goddamned hot that Y/N unconsciously bit her lip as took in the image before her.

"This is better?"

"...Yeah," she breathed.

"You like?"

"I like." She averted her gaze to her feet. "Do you like my dress?"

She had picked a dark blue sundress that had a sweetheart neckline and came to just below her knee. That paired with the Jimmy choos and the delicate silver jewellery she'd added made her feel and look a million bucks.

"You, uh, you look really nice, Y/N," he answered. "Really, really pretty."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, you're my pretty little wife," he tried to joke but there was a catch to his voice that he didn't think to hide - one that made him seem so boyish and vulnerable. "Never thought I'd get to call anyone my 'wife', especially not someone as nice as you."

Turning into a complete puddle at his confession, Y/N had no choice but to cradle his head so lovingly in her palms, her thumbs drawing circles against his just-shaved jaw. "You've been an excellent husband so far, just the best. Imagine if I had to do this mission with Chris... or John," she chuckled at the thought, "We'd be dead by now. So, thank you for being you and taking care of me like you do, and only you do. You are the only person capable of being my 'husband'."

"I...uh... I don't know what... People aren't... I mean, I've never... I don't... I don't know what to say."

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything."

Nodding his head, he pulled her close and buried his face in the crook of her neck, mumbling out a quiet, "John would fucking suck at this mission," that had Y/N laughing into his temple.

"No offence to John, but I guarantee that he's an awful kisser."

"He is." She waited for the explanation that he was dying to give. "He's an affectionate drunk, like, trying to stick his tongue down my throat kinda affectionate. Apparently, he needed to kiss his homies goodnight and was way too enthusiastic about it."

"Weird."

He pulled back to agree, "Really weird," and grin at her.

They held eye contact for a beat too long, his arms still around her waist, their noses an inch apart. His gaze dropped to her lips and he had to fight the urge to kiss her.

"We better go," she murmured, breaking the contact first and stepping back, but she'd only taken two steps away from him before she was rushing back to him.

Giving in, Y/N surged to snog the hell out of Adrian, who only had a second to register that he was being kissed before he was pushing her by the hips into the nearest wall, groaning and curling his hand into the back of her head so she wouldn't hit it against the concrete. His other hand cupped butt, pulling her closer as he rocked his pelvis against hers. It was a rough, urgent, possessive kiss that took everything he had to give, and even though he could feel his control slipping away, Adrian did eventually pull back and rest his forehead against hers.

"Sorry... sorry," he panted, a little embarrassed by how out of breath he was. "I got carried away and..."

His words trailed off when he got a good look at her face, which was flushed and beaming up at him, the grin on her face telling him that she didn't mind at all. Her lips were slightly parted and felt so soft when he brushed his thumb across them, causing a small groan to bubble up from his chest. He had to force himself to pull away, to let her go, to not drag her back to the bed and fuck the hell out of her.

"We should go," she said softly, then with a mischievous grin, added, "Before we make even more of a mess of my lipstick."

After a long, charged pause, Adrian let out a shaky chuckle as soon as Y/N began to wipe away any smudges of lipstick from his face. They were simply two idiots making excuses to touch each other's lips in any way they could, and they both knew it.

Y/N got halfway to the door before her hand reached behind for him to hold, and she only had to wiggle her fingers at him to know that he was going to do exactly what she wanted and follow after her, no matter what.

The walk to the dining hall itself was short, quiet, and filled with sneaky glances as each other, but their dinner was filled with conversation. Everyone they came across wanted to know about the newly married couple that arrived just this morning.

Apparently, word travels fast at The Monarch Hotel.

So, the pair painted fake smiles on and tried to remember all the names that had been thrown their way. It seemed the only pair that hadn't introduced themselves were their target and her partner. Queen Caroline and someone who was not her deceased husband hadn't moved from their seat the entire meal, not even looking out to the throng of other guests around them once.

"If you keep moving your hand up my thigh, I'm going to get another awkward boner. You're killing me here," Adrian whispered to Y/N during their lulls between conversations. Y/N had been taking the time to see what was going on with the Queen and was focused on that rather than where her hand was. She'd assumed that it was still innocently placed on his knee, yet that wasn't the case.

"Sorry champ," she whispered back with a slight giggle in her voice as her hand retreated back towards his knee, though she couldn't help but glance back up at his flushing face every now and again to take a peek.

Every single couple but one came up to them. All of them but Queen Caroline wasted their time on introductions and 'when was the last time you went skiing in the alps?' and 'isn't the caviar they serve here just delicious?' while the target sat there silently eating her food, refusing to acknowledge or respond to any of the other party guests' attempts at conversation.

All of them were all so fucking chirpy that it was unnerving. Aren't married people supposed to be miserable and hate each other? Or has every middle-aged male comedian been lying for the past thirty years? All these couples seemed so loved up, so happy and so damn... boring.

There seemed to be nothing wrong with them. They were rich. They were in love. They were happy. They were in paradise. They were fucking insufferable. It all seemed so fucking fake.

As the night wound down and most of the others had left for the after dinner mixer, the couple that the pair had bumped into when they first arrived appeared and sat in the seats opposite. "I hope you remember us from this morning?" the man asked, his smile so wide that Y/N was half convinced he'd been doused with the Joker's laughing gas.

"Oh! Of course!" Y/N smiled brightly at them, giving Adrian a little nudge. "How can I possibly forget? Steve and Sam, am I right?"

Steve and Sam nodded their heads in unison. "That's us," Sam said, smiling broadly at her. "Your dress is to die for, Syd. Can I call you Syd?"

"Please do. And this old thing? I've had it in the back of my closet for weeks now and, well, what better time than now to give it a spin?"

A long and way too pleasant compliment battle happened between Sam and 'Sydney' as their husbands sat there, just nodding along and watching with mild amusement and a few chuckles here and there. In his head, Adrian was trying to think of conversation starters but they were all too nerdy or downright too gross to say to this guy.

Peacemaker was easy to talk to. They'd talk about everything. From the time Chris witnessed somebody shit themselves when they were getting a tattoo and failed to mention it until the tattoo lady asked, "What is that smell?", to the time when Olivia Welch period blooded all over his brother Gut's white trousers when she had to sit on his lap cause there weren't enough car seats on the way to church one Sunday.

No matter how fucked up, Peace probably had experienced some way more fucked up so it was totally fine to say to him.

This guy? What has ever gone wrong in the rich asshole's life? Had he ever been period blooded on while dressed as a Backstreet Boy wannabe? Adrian fuckin' doubted it.

Soon, it was heavily implied that all of the guests should've been in the gigantic marquee outside so those remaining in the dining hall were not so subtly ushered there. It was white and filled with greenery and fairy lights and there were three ornate bars stocked with just about every alcohol you could ever need and a band on a raised platform. There wasn't any seating though, so everyone stood near each other chatting loudly about everything under the sun, waiting for something to begin.

Sparrow emerged and planted himself in the middle of the room with a tray of milky looking drinks on a platter and an excited glint in his eyes. "Everyone ready to party!?" He grinned widely at everyone, receiving several thumbs ups and cheers as one by one they took a glass from him. "Excellent. Let's get started!"

At his command, every person in the room took a shot, and immediately, music blared through the speakers and loud voices shouted in a jovial tone. The floor seemed to shake beneath everyone's feet and the entire crowd of strangers swayed to the music, laughing happily while having fun together.

Y/N and Adrian hadn't drunk theirs yet, and Sam kept shooting nervous looks at them. Her eyes shot between Sparrow and the Bardots, and when she noticed that neither of them looked like they were going to take a sip anytime soon, she pulled Y/N in to whisper, "Drink before they notice."

When Y/N heard her, she turned to stare back at her suspiciously before slowly drinking from the cup in front of her, grimacing at the strong taste of... she had no idea how to accurately describe it. Like the outside of a green bean but with the juice of an out of date peach? That was as close as she was going to get.

And since Y/N drank it, why wouldn't he? Adrian practically threw the concoction down his throat and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a disgusted expression on his face.

"You alright?" Steve asked as he nudged him, and as soon as Adrian nodded, he added, "You get used to it."

Yeah, it was gross but it hadn't altered them in any perceivable way so that was a small win, he guessed. He was just glad that they hadn't been roofied again since that happening twice in a day would be too much for his brain to handle.

"What was that?"

"I think they call it Milkweed."

"Like the flower?" Y/N asked, her voice rising to be heard over the music, and all Sam did was shrug.

Milkweed, the poisonous plant that caterpillars eat to retain the toxins that give them that bold orange colour on their wings in an effort to scream at predators 'Don't try to eat me, I'll kill you!' Should humans consume that? Absolutely not. Yet, they weren't feeling the nausea that they should've been so maybe it was just a name after all.

Before Y/N could rack her brain for whatever information she had stored in her brain, Sam was pulling her into the mass of dancing bodies and, luckily, as she felt the tug, her hand gripped onto Adrian's bicep and was yanking him along with her. His moves were goofy and mostly consisted of bouncing from foot to foot with some wavey hand gestures that seemed like they could be dance moves - or someone trying to hold a piss in - but he seemed to be having fun regardless so it was fine.

She couldn't have cared less about how stupid he looked. He was smiling, and that alone, relaxed her enough to not freak out about possibly just being poisoned (although, that was definitely something that needed to be looked further into). If it killed them, then so be it. At least they died happy.

Most of the guests danced to the upbeat tune that was blasting across the room from the bandstand in the corner, except for a select few of them, who were just standing around talking with various groups and talking with each other. Most of them didn't seem drunk and they weren't doing anything crazy but, then again, it was still early in the night and things might get more rambunctious as time went on.

For now, Y/N let her hips sway side to side to the beat of the song as Adrian tried to follow along, trying his damnedest to look as cool as possible. He'd never been a particularly good dancer but, hey, at least it gave him an excuse to dance next to a pretty girl. As expected, each song got progressively slower and slower and slower until the last few minutes of the night dragged on interminably as everyone eventually found themselves slow dancing with their partner or retreating back to their rooms.

Despite how much the pair wanted to hide away from these happy freaks, there was so much information that could be gleaned from just watching people let loose. Y/N had come to the conclusion that most, if not all of these couples, were in the same general 25-35 age range. Queen Caroline was the only woman who was an outlier in that regard.

The women around her were all different shapes, sizes and occupations - some were housewives, some were athletes, some were creatives, some were entrepreneurs, and others fell somewhere in between those lines - but the men were all the same.

All of them were fit. All of them had that kind of lean muscle body type. All of them were around 6 ft-ish. All of them were rich. All of them had pretty wives. All of them had less social capita than their pretty wives.

The Bardot cover story was that Sidney was the daughter of a decorated colonel and had become a well regarded paediatrician in her adult life - which purposely wasn't too far from the truth. Marty was a karate instructor and they'd met when she was asked to do first aid at a karate tournament, which is where their love story blossomed from. They'd put karate instructor down as a joke and, at the time, thought they'd change it to something more serious as the mission got closer. Obviously, that did not happen.

Women were the key to understanding what the fuck was going on here. Now that's goddamned feminism.

Adrian was just getting his groove on. He'd guessed Y/N was cracking something open in her mind since she got that far away look on her face that told him that she was deep in thought and he was going to have to take brunt of the 'acting that we're having a fantastic time' shtick.

Bringing her closer to his chest, Adrian rested his cheek on her hair as they swayed along to the slow, steady rhythm of the song, his arms wrapped around her waist as he held her against him. Y/N leaned into his chest like it was second nature, her body unconsciously melting into his like butter as her mind tried to process, sort through and explain everything she was hypothesising.

After a few minutes, she finally snapped back to reality and craned her neck upwards so that she could see Adrian's lips moving as he very quietly sang along to the song playing and Y/N just melted all over again. There was something so comforting about hearing his low baritone voice, something so tender and gentle and soft and borderline innocent.

What's that playing on the radio?

Why do I start swaying to and fro?

I have never heard that song before

But, if I don't hear it anymore

This guy was a bloodthirsty assassin? This guy was a loony? This guy was the psycho her sister warned her about? No way. This dude was a touch starved dork who was a complete sap when given the opportunity and security to do so.

It's still familiar to me

Sends a thrill right through me

Cause those chords remind me

Of the night that I first fell in love to

He was completely whipped for her, that much was obvious. If she asked him to wear a shirt with her face on it, he'd grab two from his wardrobe and ask which one she preferred.

Those magic changes my heart arranges

A melody that's never the same

A melody that's calling your name

It begs you please, come back to me

Please, return to me

It was almost as if he was singing her a lullaby, whispering sweet words into the crown of her head and brushing the back of her hair.

Don't go away again

Oh make thеm play again

The music I wanna hear is once again

You whispеr in my ear

Her chin propped itself on his peck, her fingers curling onto his shirt to ground herself as she gazed up at him.

Oh my darling

"You've watched Grease?" she whispered, raising an eyebrow.

"Yup," He replied softly with a shrug of his shoulder, chuckling nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. "My Nana used to have a crush on John Travolta. We watched it every Saturday."

"I bet you know it word for word."

"I do. Nana used to find it very funny when I did my Danny Zuko impression."

"Oh, I have to see this now!"

In a flash, he was pretending to comb through his bouffant of hair, dramatically slinging on an imaginary leather jacket and he was pacing around her like a shark with a certain exaggerated swagger that she'd never seen before. She found herself holding back giggles, barely able to keep a straight face as he continued to strut about.

"That's cool, baby. I mean, you know how it is, rocking and rolling and whatnot," he mimicked the sleaze, making her snort loudly, before dropping it for a second to say, "Then you're supposed to say, 'Danny?!' in an offended Australian accent," and then the character immediately went back up.

"Danny?!"

"That's my name, don't wear it out."

Some more general Zuko-isms were performed before her eyes before Y/N was laughing hysterically at him and his downright atrocious accent while her hands flew up to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks. He'd even attempted some kind of blue steel type facial expressions to imitate Danny as best he could. Her fingers playfully moulded the skin of his cheeks, pushing them in so his lips would pucker like a fish.

"Gimme a kiss, Mrs Bardot," Adrian teased, still in Travolta mode. "It's like a fucked up Princess and the Frog - if you give me a smooch, I'll turn into a scientologist."

"Not likely," she said through her chuckles. Yet, Y/N would know how much he would whine if she didn't give in. Plus, she wanted to give in. So, throwing caution to the wind and leaning forward, his fish mouth met hers in an enthusiastic, somewhat sloppy but nonetheless sweet kiss.

"We could go back to our room if you want?" Y/N began, although she did instantly follow up by taking his hands and placing them on her waist, "Or we could stay and dance some more?"

His answer was obvious. His hands clutched onto the fabric at her hips and he pulled her closer to him. As he pressed himself into her even tighter, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned up, tilting her head ever so slightly backwards until their noses touched. Her lips parted gently and his hand slipped off of her waist and slowly travelled upwards to cup of her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her cheekbones as he stared into her eyes.

"This is what I think Prom would've been like," Adrian breathed, gazing deeply at Y/N before pressing their foreheads together and closing his eyes. "I didn't go so I don't really know if that's accurate or not, but I've watched movies."

"You've watched movies?" she parroted back to him, a chuckle following her words.

"Yeah, a lot of 'em'." Adrian bumped his nose into hers. "And in all the coming of age teen movies, they dance like this at Prom so I assume the real thing is somewhat similar. Is it?"

"I don't know. Nobody asked me so I didn't go."

Shock permeated through Adrian's being.

"They didn't?" he repeated, his voice an appalled whisper. "That's insane! If I had the chance back then, yeah, I bet I would've tried. Maybe not succeeded. But I would've tried to ask you to Prom, would've done the whole cringe over the top promposal as well if I had the opportunity... But I didn't, obviously."

Y/N felt incredibly warm. Like, super warm. Not in the sickening, sweaty, sex way, but more in a nice, cozy, holy fuck I think I might be in love with him, happy way. It was weird. Really fucking weird and totally different to anything she'd experienced in her relationship before, which was saying something considering all she'd been through.

"Oh, you wouldn't have wanted to go with me. I had braces and I had these glasses that were just so huge on my face and I was seriously pimple covered - I used to keep Proactiv in my backpack cause I always needed to reapply - and my style back then, jesus -"

"Y/N," Adrian interrupted, pulling away slightly and staring straight into her eyes. "You would've been you, so yes, I would've been so insufferably into you. Like I am now, and probably always will be." His tone turned softer, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I think I would've considered murdering Chris if he got to come here with you instead of me. John I could threaten with bodily harm and he'd run away with his tail between his legs, but Peace? Probably would've had to fight him."

He snorted at his own joke but then he paused for a second, letting out a short, humourless laugh, as if trying to hide how desperately he was waiting for her to say something else or tell him to stop making stupid jokes or something, but nothing came except for a giggle, which caused his shoulders to rise higher than they had already, as a goofy grin broke across his face.

They just stood there, simply smiling at each other for a moment, neither feeling the need to say anything to fill up the void between them. Neither sure what to make of their current situation, let alone where exactly it was headed next, because frankly, they hadn't given it much thought. All they knew for sure is that they were both enjoying themselves despite all the cult weirdness going on around them; they were enjoying the fact they were finally getting what they both desired most of all: each other.

Next Chapter: The Bee's Knees

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celineeeeee gimme that lost in the woods prompt PLEASE 😌

Help all i can think about is the song from Frozen II why did i do this to myself ok.

Again, this got out of hand and is very stream of consciousness so, under the cut we go.

I apologize because i don't think you are a drarry girlie but to me, this has auror partners harry and draco with a draco POV and he is so pining and pathetic written all over it. we get a very brief setup where we as readers can TOTALLY tell harry likes him back, but Draco is just too wet kitteh to see it.

The mission goes wrong, it's very scary, harry does his big protective powerful harry bit that makes draco's knees weak, but now they are lost and wandless and it's getting dark. harry is powerful and is able to at least transfigure some sort of shelter and blankets and conjure small fire with wandless magic, but a proper heating charm won't hold without a wand. they need to camp out for the night until they can figure out a way to make contact with the ministry.

well, harry tells draco, very blunt and matter of fact, they need to sleep naked and under the covers together so they don't die of hypothermia. harry is a survivor, he kinda goes on autopilot, and draco thinks this means nothing to harry whereas he, draco, is FREAKING THE FUCK OUT over here. he can't believe his eyes as he watches the savior strip all the way down until he's nothing by miles of bare skin, glowing golden in the firelight, cut abs and thick thighs and body hair and battle scars and oh my salazar look at that COCK that draco wants to worship. harry holds eye contact the whole time, and is there something heated in that gaze beyond just the urgency of "do this so we don't die"? Draco strips and harry's eyes track down his naked body and back up. Draco has to use every ounce of energy he has left not to let his dick jump the way it wants to under harry's gaze.

They slide under the covers, shivering, panting from the cold. the fire crackles and draco can hear every inhale, exhale from the man mere inches from him, naked and glorious and everything he's ever wanted.

They stiffly bid each other goodnight, but when draco turns away, harry spoons up behind him.

draco freezes. "potter, what---"

"i told you, we need skin-to-skin contact to preserve body heat."

draco is so so glad he's not the one spooning harry, or harry would be getting jabbed in the ass by Draco's very eager erection rn.

he feels harry's warm breaths on his neck, holds himself painfully still, trying not to mess this up, this one opportunity he has to be in harry's arms. Pretend, just for a moment, that it means something.

harry snakes a hand around draco's torso until he has Draco's pale hand clasped gently in his own.

"I must not tell lies" glows in sharp relief against the dying yellow flames.

Draco feels a soft kiss pressed to the back of his neck, so gentle, almost hesitant.

"Potter?" malfoy squeaks

potter sighs, sending more heat ghosting across draco's skin, making him shiver. "i just. i just want to protect you. and today, i thought... nevermind."

"no, what?"

"Today i thought i'd lost you, and when we made it out of there by some miracle, i realized i did not want to go another day without telling you"

Draco strokes him thumb over the raised marks of the scars on the back of harry's hand

"tell me what?" draco whispers.

Harry holds draco tighter, rolls him over to his back so harry is propped up over him. his eyes are so green and fierce and in that moment, draco knows, and feels it in his body, and in harry's body as they both finally let themselves give in to what they want, let their bodies show their desire, cocks hardening against their thighs, pulse racing, skin aflame everywhere they touch...

Harry brushes a lock of hair from Draco's face.

"I want you." He licks his lips, breathes. "I want all of you. I'm fucking greedy and i know it and i'm not sorry but. i want every single piece of you, draco malfoy, inside and out. please. please, won't you let me show you?"

Draco can only gasp, words entirely stuck in his throat

"please, i'll make you feel so good. let me fuck you. let me, please, i need," the words are pressed into the crook of draco's neck, soft, wet kisses pressed between each one, "I need to make you feel half of what i feel."

Harry Potter, needy and begging.

"Oh, my darling," draco can only sigh. "Don't you know?" he pulls harry up, licks slowly and purposefully into his mouth, lets their kiss fill them both up until they are floating over darkened treetops. "I'm already yours."

~~

oops looks like i forgot the smut ok they fuck hot and slow and it's really intense. harry blows draco first because he wasn't kidding when he said he wanted nothing more than to make draco feel good (he's a service top like his daddy) and then harry opens draco up on his fingers and turns him over and pushes inside with draco completely prone beneath him, harry draped entirely over every inch of his body like he can press his whole self inside draco and live there the rest of his life.

they drift off, wake up, fuck again in the dark, then the next time they open their eyes it's to find Weasley's freckled face leaning over them, haloed in the bright morning light filtering through the trees, and saying "oh thank merlin."

harry: "yeah, thank merlin you found us."

ron: "no, thank merlin you both finally got together. we knew where you were the whole time, but hermione thought it would be prudent to see where the night took you before dragging you both home. cheers to what looks like a very successful night!"

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That NSFW alphabet for Fawkes really got to me, so could I request ⚛💣 'what if i hurt you?' for Fawkes? (congrats on the followers; you deserve them all and more! 🥳)

Whoops, may have gotten carried away again. Somebody remind me that these are supposed to be baby blurbs please?? 😅

Ahh, but thank you! And I'm so glad you liked his NSFW ABCs, I really do love writing for this big, sweet guy.

NSFW under the cut!

The kiss lasted nearly an age, the pairs' pent-up need boiling to the surface at the heat of the other's touch against them. You had never been so close to him before, the mutant's large hands pressed to you, thick fingers grasping not-too-tightly at your sides, but firmly enough that you could sense the warring tension between his mind and body as his desire made itself known to him in the most primal of ways.

Despite his rather meager lips, Fawkes was tender with his touches, tasteful with the restrained movement of his tongue against your own, as his eyelids remained firmly sealed in his bliss. You were more aggressive, your arms anchoring themselves firmly around his neck as you hauled your smaller frame up into his lap, legs struggling to straddle his wide hips as your torso pressed flush against his.

The super mutant groaned, the vibration rattling through your chest, urging your rapidly beating heart to stir at the sensation as his hands tightened their grip on your sensitive sides. You released a squeak into his mouth at the contact, and Fawkes forced himself to pull away. Just for a moment. Just for a breath, so he could attempt to reclaim control of himself and the growing urge he felt developing deep within his stomach.

You shifted your weight at the change in movement, your arms releasing their hold on the back of his neck as you let yourself slide properly into your partner's lap. You bit into your bottom lip, cheeks heating noticeably at the firmness you felt prod at your ass from below.

Well, he clearly wants this as much as I do... You reasoned.

"Fawkes?" You tried.

Your partner looked distracted, his eyes focused on some point beyond the physical hardwood floor that appeared to catch his gaze. He shook his head slightly at the sound of your voice, meeting your inquisitive eyes as he heaved another deep breath.

"Yes?"

You bit into your lip once more, just a moment before your arms seized the collar of his vault suit, pulling him close enough that your lips could now brush the shell of his ear.

"Fawkes, can we... do more?" You breathed.

"Lone..."

"I trust you, Fawkes" You insisted, "I've told you that."

He nodded mutely, disbelief written plainly in his furrowed brow, and you felt your heart ache. You reached both hands upwards, palms gently cupping Fawkes's cheeks as you brought his troubled gaze to meet your own.

"I want this." You told him firmly, your thumbs stroking sweetly over his cheekbones.

"I don't doubt that, my love." He whispered to you, his own large hands wrapping around your wrists gently, stroking soothingly over your forearms. "It's just that... Well... What if I hurt you? I don't know what I would do with myself."

"Oh, love. It's okay. We'll take it slow." You kissed him then, waiting for Fawkes to return it before pulling away just far enough to feel the skin of his nose brush yours.

"I'm a little nervous too." You admitted, "But as I said, I trust you. And... and I love you. I know you would never hurt me."

Fawkes smiled broadly, his eyes crinkling from the force of his joy as he leaned in to kiss you once more.

"Truly?" He breathed against your lips.

"Mmhm." You mumbled, and he pulled away, leaving you frustratedly begging for more.

"I love you too." He said with finality, and you smiled in return, finally allowing your hands to descend upon him in earnest.

[goldenempyrean]

Just finished your Lizzie one and it was so good. So could you do "Wait!.. Don't go."Tough Time "Date night can wait, your health is what's important."Snuggles. Ik its a lot lol. With sick Lizzie please

A Change Of Plans

I’m glad you enjoyed! I hope you like this one too! Also I’m making my way through the requests I’ve gotten so if you’ve sent one, I will be doing it as I go down the list :) Feel free to keep sending them in though!

Summary: You and Lizzie are meant to be going out on a date but when one of you feels less then great, your plans change.

Wordcount:1,751

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Being an actor was tough. The long hours and endless reading were just a factor of the job. You loved it though. However, dating was always a struggle, yet you and Lizzie seemed to make it look effortless. Behind the scenes, however, everything wasn't always so smooth. 

Both yourself and Lizzie had been wanting to go on a date for months now but neither one of you was able to get time off work at the same time due to your clashing schedules and this could lead to some heated conversations. However, by some miracle, you received a text from your managers saying that you would both be able to take the upcoming Friday off together. Finally. This was just what you needed. 

You and Lizzie spent that night planning what you would be doing for your date, after some thinking, the pair of you agreed that you would go to the fancy Italian restaurant that you knew Lizzie loved and then afterwards you would take the short walk to the cocktail bar where you had both first originally met.  

The week leading up to your date, you were finding it hard to mask your excitement, as each day passed. When you got home that Thursday night you noticed that Lizzie seemed more tired than usual. 

"You ok sweetheart?" You asked, sitting down next to her on your sofa, pulling a small blanket over the two of you.  

"Yeah, work was just a little rough today. The propmaster is an asshole." Lizzie replied, cuddling into your side. 

You rolled your eyes at the mention of the propmaster. He had been making comments about Lizzie ever since she started working on the production. "Sorry, that happened sweetie, at least we have our date tomorrow." You smiled, looking forward to it. 

"I can't wait," She smiled up at you for a moment before she quickly turned her head and stifled a sneeze towards her shoulder, "H'kxxnt!" 

She giggled slightly afterwards so you didn't think anything of her sneeze as you blessed her and offered, "Maybe we should head to bed early?" 

"That sounds nice actually." You were sure you heard her sniffle

slightly but pushed the thought away as you led her to the bedroom. 

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You woke up that morning to the sun shining through your window, painting the room in a fresh orange haze. Feeling the bed empty beside you, you called out to your girlfriend. 

"Liz?" 

No answer. Huh, maybe she was in the kitchen? You slowly pulled yourself out of bed and made your way toward the kitchen. The house was strangely silent, the only sound was that of the birds singing to themselves outside. 

When you made it to the kitchen you were slightly taken aback when you saw it was empty. You were about to pull out your phone to call your girlfriend when you noticed a small plate filled with various pastries and a note on top of the countertop. Picking up the note, you read it aloud. 

I'm sorry Y/N. My manager rang and he needs me to come in for a few hours, I'll be home in time for our date. I promise. Love Lizzie. PS, I left you some croissants for your breakfast. She signed her note with a smiley face. Despite her kind gesture you couldn't help but feel slightly disheartened at the thought of sitting alone at home all day, but you understood that her work was important so you hastily made yourself a cup of coffee, grabbed a croissant and settled yourself on the sofa, ready for a day of Netflix. 

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You hadn't realised you fell asleep until the rattle of your front door pulled you from your slumber. Checking your phone, the small digital time read; 17:35. You heard the small clatter of boots against your wooden floor as Lizzie quietly walked into the living room. You tried to keep your face natural as you saw her appearance. Lizzies' makeup was smeared around her watery eyes, her face drained of colour except for a small redness on her cheeks. 

"Hey." Her hoarse voice broke the silence as you rushed over to her, taking the bags from her hands. 

"Oh my god. Lizzie what's wrong? What happened sweetheart, come here." You led her to the sofa as you put her bags down. 

"Work was horrible." She started before quickly bringing her wrist to her nose, sneezing a harsh triple against it, "HhH'eh'tktoo! Hh'eh'cHIEW!.Hh.Hhah'HhCHIEW!" 

Oh. You realised immediately why she seemed so fatigued. She was sick. Lizzie only ever sneezed more than twice when she was sick. You would have to deal with this carefully though, there was no way you were taking her out tonight in her condition but there was no way she'd just give in. Watching your words, you hesitantly spoke, 

"Bless you sweetie... So, what happened at work then?" You massaged her shoulders gently as she began to tell her story. 

When she had finally finished recounting her day, you understood why she looked so tired. The guys working on set design had teamed with her propmaster to pull a rather horrible prank on Lizzie, humiliating her in front of the whole crew. Not only that, filming had gone terribly too. People constantly forgetting their lines and missing their cues would annoy anybody but after hours of this, it becomes infuriating.  

"That asshole," You muttered angrily, "You should report him Liz, what he did was cruel!" 

Lizzie shook her head slightly, "Its fine, I just wanna forget about it," She glanced up at the clock on the wall, "Do we need to start getting read.. rea-..Hehh..HknnxT!" Lizzies sentence was interrupted as she half-stifled against her wrist, sniffling afterwards. 

"Bless you. Lizzie, sweetheart, do you really think it's a good idea to go out, wouldn't you rather stay inside just for tonight?" You asked cautiously, reaching over for the tissue box next to you and placing it on the coffee table in front of you. You knew she would be needing them soon enough; Lizzie’s colds always seem to come on fast and hit her hard. Your thoughts went back to her sniffling the previous night and it finally clicked that it was then when she was getting sick and you had just failed to notice it. Just then Lizzie shifted positions and stared at you. 

She gave you a strange look and replied to your earlier question. "What? Why?" She raised her elbow and tried to muffle her cough. 

You sighed; this wasn't going to be easy. Her stubbornness could be so irritating sometimes, you were about to make your next argument when the sound of Lizzies breath hitching cut you off. 

“H'eh'kichiew!..Hheh..Hehttshoo!..Hhhehtktoo!" 

You waited for Lizzie to finish before blessing her, she grabbed a tissue from the box and blew her nose. When she was done you finally said, "Sweetie, you're sick. We can go on a date another time." You reached over to feel her forehead but she abruptly pulled away from you and stood up just before you were able to make contact with her. 

"Look. I'm not sick, okay? Just drop it. We've been waiting ages to go out and we finally have the chance to-" She broke off into a fit of rather nasty coughing, resulting in you jumping up to hold her steady, rubbing circles on her back whilst you did so. 

It was only a few seconds before she finally soothed but it felt like hours to you, the sound of her harsh coughing breaking your heart. She sounded terrible and it hurt to see her like this. You instructed her to sit back down, not taking no for an answer before quickly going to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. 

You handed it to her as you sat back down next to her. "Lizzie, you can't do this. You're going to make yourself really ill if you carry on pushing yourself. Our date night can wait, your health is more important and I want to look after you," You held her hands in your own, keeping eye contact with her. "Please just let me look after you?" 

Lizzie sighed; she couldn't fight it any longer. The fatigue she was feeling was almost unbearable. She leant against you and finally gave in, "I guess I do feel kinda bad."

 

You felt Lizzie cuddle into you before murmuring, “I'm sorry I got sick at the worst time possible.”

You gently ran your fingers through her hair and kissed her temple, “It's not your fault. We’ve both been swarmed with work; it was bound to happen soon. You could do with taking some medicine though if you already feel this bad.”

As you stood up from the sofa, you were about to go and search your cabinets for any form of medicine that you owned, you looked back to the sofa, hearing Lizzie's tired voice calling out to you, “Wait! Don’t go...It’s cold without you”  

That did it. You felt a prickle of tears in your eyes as Lizzies words sunk in. All she wanted was to be held close and you promised to come straight back after getting what you needed. Luckily you managed to find a small packet of ‘Cold and Flu’ medicine, this would have to do. Before making your way back to the living room, you quickly ran up to your bedroom and grabbed a set of her fluffy pyjamas along with the duvet from your bed. 

You carefully draped the duvet over her and placed her pyjamas on the floor beside the sofa. You reattempted to place your hand back on her forehead, luckily this time she let you and you felt the slight heat radiating from her, “You're warm.” You noted out loud, clicking your tongue. 

“Really? I’ve been freezing all day.” Came her confused reply as she cocooned herself within the blanket, only moving over to make room for you. 

You placed the medicine next to the tissues and sank into the sofa to hold her close. You weren't going to let anything hurt her, Lizzie was yours. "I know sweetheart. It’ll be your fever making you feel funny." You sympathised, "How about we get changed into something comfy and have a snuggly movie night on the sofa? You have to promise to let me take care of you though.” You kissed her head as she considered your proposition and cuddled further into you. 

"You know what, that sounds amazing.”  

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[angelamajiki]

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Dabi x Sister! Reader

TW: yandere, incest, no con, voyeurism, choking, burning, unprotected/no prep sex, breeding/creampies, snowballing, public sex, degradation, lots of dirty talk

AN: WHEEWW my first fic in a while, so excited for my first join intro collab!! thank you to the lovely jo for writing it <33 enjoy

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Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcast rumours of villains running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. Road maintenance endeavour to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before.

Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city?

Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary.

Christ, what a load of bullshit the news was nowadays. Constantly whining and squealing about what heroes did and didn’t do, promoting fear-mongering like it was the hottest trend. Between your father and two older brothers dedicating their life to the cause of justice, the world always felt just a little safer to you, the naive little thing that you were. And tonight was no exception.

Despite the rapidly increasing crime rates, your judgment to grab a couple of drinks in the city with your friends was hardly swayed. The stress of it all was getting to you and you’d love nothing more to drink your heart out at one of the few spots still left open. It was a sleazy place, but it was fun. If anything, you found a bar in the area where your eldest brother was currently stationed patrolling.

Touya had always been protective of you ever since the two of you were children, and he carried that same possessiveness well into your adulthood. Always chasing off any potential suitors, keeping you out of trouble, and generally being a menace to anyone who thought they were good enough to be around his favorite little sister.

By the end of the night, stumbling around drunkenly was the only thing keeping you upright as you made your way out of the club and onto the street, looking for a taxi to get you home. Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, a mess of blue and red lighting up the darkened streets.

“Hey sweetheart. Need a hand?”

Grubby hands met your arms the same time the cool air of the night did, tugging and pulling at you to come closer, wherever that may be. Jaunts and laughter echoed off the buildings, only adding to the haziness the alcohol induced. “What’s a pretty little thing like yourself doing out here all on your lonesome?”

Weak attempts to push the group of assaulters off you were in vain as they groped and squeezed your body at their pleasure. “Come on, we’re just trying to keep ya company. Right, boys?”

“Stop..”

Your whine came across much more pathetic than you could have ever hoped, only earning more chuckles from the men. “Just relax, sweetheart. We’ll take good care of you.”

Blue flames danced around the group of you, closing the lot of you against the building wall in a small circle of fire.

“Will you now? Last I checked, I'm the only man suited for that.” Touya was less than amused to have found out from Fuyumi that you traveled into the city given its state, even more so when he saw how drunk and disorderly you were being.

“T-Touya-nii!”

The men untangled themselves from you with ease, tossing you into the arms of your expectant brother, who was more than glad to pull you into a tight embrace. “Shit! It's the number three, Heatstroke!”

The comforting warmth of his body and scent of his cologne settled your frantic nerves, tucking yourself closer into his arms. “Honestly, it’s like you're asking for it at this point.”

Your heart sank low in your chest, but you couldn't find the strength to move away from him as he scowled down at you.

“Look at what you're wearing, you little tease. Bet you would have loved to have them violate you, huh slut?”

Never has Touya been so venomous with you before; it made your heart hurt, even more, to see your beloved nii-san be so cruel.

“Don’t you worry, that’s why your big brother is here to show you who you really belong to.”

Shoved against the wall, he pinned your trembling form with his right knee in between your legs and his hands wandering over your skimpy dress.

“You boys can stick around to watch; let a real man show you how it's done.”

Flames singed at your dress, burning it to ashes to expose you in the cool wind of the night. Hot fingers pressed into your skin, littering marks in their wake before they wrapped around your throat. “You were just begging for nii-san to come to save your slutty ass, huh, princess? I know you checked my patrol schedule before ending up at this dive.”

His hand tightened around your neck, his lips at your ear. “Wanted nii-san to come put you in your place, yeah? After fuckin’ teasing me all these years, you finally cracked me. Are you proud of yourself, little girl?”

A whine slipped from your constricted throat, your smaller hand gripping at the large one squeezing you with everything it had. “And now you've got an audience to witness my ownership over you. You're mine, little girl.”

Finally releasing your throat, his hands traveled down to your chest and groped at your roughly, pinching and pulling at your soft, sensitive nipples. Bile was rising in your throat as you drowned in your own fear, feeling him drag you into the depths of depravity.

“What’s the matter, imouto? I thought you said I was your favorite. You're hurting my feelings, y’know.”

“Touya, please-”

A scoff slapped you hard in the face as his knee jerked up against your cunt. “Don’t start with me. I know who you really are and what you really want, even better than yourself.”

His words stabbed at your heart, and his wandering hands only seemed to pour salt over the wounds. “You’re nothing more than my whore, little sister.”

Hips ground against your backside in a slow, teasing manner, groans pushing past his lips as he did so. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”

His erection was pressed flush against you, straining in his pants before he unzipped himself. At this point, you were more than sobered up running on fear and adrenaline alone. Your panties were ripped clean off with his free hand while the other stroked his hardening cock. “Look at me.”

The tip was aligned with your hole, rubbing slightly to gather the minimal wetness between your lips. “I said look at me.”

Teary eyes peaked up at him through wet lashes, silently pleading with a man who was not known for mercy.

“Good fuckin’ girl, so obedient for your big brother.”

With one snap of his hips, Touya fully sheathed himself inside of your tight cunt, groaning at the way you squealed for him. “Aw, you like that, huh, princess. Feeling good?”

A warbled moan was the only response you could give him as he slowly began to pull out. The alcohol had you buzzing enough to block out the pain of the stretch, and damn did you feel filled to the brim.

“Can’t wait to breed this greedy little cunt of yours.”

His pace was slow, agonizingly so. Touya couldn't help but savor every second of the first time having been inside you, especially after dreaming about it for so long. God, if it didn't turn him on to have an audience, knowing that these men knew he was fucking his sister.

What would the media think? God, the news cycle would be ripped to shreds tomorrow over this breaking story. But hey, no PR is bad PR.

The thought of finally having staked his claim in you almost had him coming prematurely, but he had to hold out for your very first time together, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Heh, your crying face was so cute. Those tears weren't shy by any means and neither were your sobs. It's alright, you’ll learn to love being Touya’s cocksleeve.

“Say you love me.”

An impossible request when you're being violated by the person you held dearest to your heart.

His pace had picked up brutally, slamming into you without care for his flames spreading wildly nor the group of assaulters who seemed to vanish once they had the opening to.

“I-I love you, nii-san! I love you!”

Your cries were shrill and whiny, echoing into the chaotic night. The grip on your hips was heating up, so much so that his handprints were burned into your love handles.

“Good girl, good little slut.”

His breathing was erratic, hot against your neck as he growled and grunted into your ear. “Gonna let nii-san breed this pretty little pussy? Yes, you are. I know you are because you're fuckin’ mine, bitch.”

Moaning out your name, Touya came deep inside your womb, thick ropes of his cum painting your insides. You were soon to follow thanks to his thumb against your clit, causing you to writhe and whine in his arms.

Utterly spent, you rested against the brick wall you were pinned to, feeling the cum drip out of your still filled hole.

“Let’s get you home and into my bed, princess. I gotta go have a chat with Dad and Shouto, let ‘em know you’re fully off limits now.”

— tagging: @libiraki @bonesoftheimpala @tomurasprincess @sightoru

[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime — Epilogue // Wanda Maximoff

chapter fourteen | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad

author’s note: the final part is here! thanks again to everyone who stuck around with this fic, i really appreciate it 😊💗 now enjoy!!

The sound of a rooster crowing pulled me from my slumber and I groaned when I realised I definitely wasn't getting back to bed anytime soon.

Quiet laughter came from beside me and I didn't have to open my eyes to know that Wanda was finding my disgruntled self entertaining.

"I said yes to the chickens," I mumbled tiredly, not opening my eyes as I stupidly thought it would let me contain my sleep for a little bit longer, "but I should have drawn the line at the rooster."

Her fingers grasped my shoulder as she rolled over to hover above me. I squinted through my tired eyes, seeing the amused smile on her lips as she looked down at me. Despite how much of a morning person I wasn't, I appreciated how beautiful she looked with bed hair and a nightie.

"Shut up," she said jokingly, and I closed my eyes again. "You love them."

I rolled my eyes beneath closed lids. "I'd love to cook them, sure."

She slapped my shoulder gently. "Don't talk about Nikolai, Vanya and Sonia like that!"

A smile ghosted my lips. The first thing she'd done when getting the damn chickens was name them the most Sokovian names she could think of – I shouldn't have expected anything less. Though, now it meant she was extremely attached to them.

"My apologies, love," I mumbled.

She hummed disapprovingly before putting her whole body weight on top of me and hugging me. I sighed contently, resting an arm around her waist and appreciating the feeling of her so close to me. I could have fallen back asleep in this position if it wasn't for Wanda's wide-awake, curious self. Why did she have to be such a morning person?

"So, what are your plans for today?" she asked, fingers scratching against my shoulder blade tenderly.

I exhaled calmly. "I'm going to attempt to fall back asleep right now... then I'll let you know afterwards when I wake up."

She didn't say anything after that, and I was stupid to believe I'd gotten away with it because she suddenly got up and straddled me, jumping up slightly and startling me awake.

"Wake up!" she ordered, too hyper for my sleepy self.

I groaned, rubbing my eyes and finally opening them to see her looking down at me with a grin, hair falling around her face. There was a hint of annoyance in my expression as I narrowed my eyes, but she ignored it as she rested her hands on my chest.

"I hate you," I muttered.

"You're up now, so let's do something," she insisted, making me roll my eyes. "We should go on a walk. It's pretty outside. The sun's rising and it'll be fun!"

The sun's rising because its bloody dawn and that damn rooster crows at the same time every day, leaving me disgruntled and annoyed.

But of course, I didn't have the energy to explain that to Wanda, so I simply shook my head and closed my eyes. "Maybe tomorrow, Wanda."

She suddenly leaned down, jolting me slightly and making me open my eyes. She was inches away from my face as she pouted.

"Not tomorrow, now!" she exclaimed loudly, before leaning forward and peppering kisses all over my face.

I sighed, keeping her stable by resting a hand on her waist, but not appreciating the fact that falling asleep would definitely be a challenge now.

"I love you, Wanda, but please keep it down," I said quietly, still not used to her energy so early in the morning.

"Tell me what I can do to wake you up," she said sternly, stopping kissing me and sitting upright again.

"Absolutely nothing, love."

"Oh? Nothing?"

I hummed and closed my eyes again, getting used to her weight on top of me and deciding I could probably fall back asleep if she was quiet long enough. Wishful thinking, of course.

Her fingers found mine and she slowly lifted my hand, putting it underneath her dress and on her thigh. I knew what she was doing – it was cute – but it wouldn't work.

Not even bothering to open my eyes, I said, "Wanda, darling, we've been together for three years. I am able to resist your charm, believe it or not."

"Really?" she asked challengingly, letting go of my hand and resting hers on my shoulders. "I don't believe you."

Before I could counter her with a response, she leaned down and began nibbling on my ear softly. It was a sensation I was familiar with, but I refused to let her get her way, so I ignored her stubbornly. She knew me too well though, as she let go of my ear and trailed kisses down my neck before sucking on the skin sensually. Admittedly, I was a lot more awake then I was thirty seconds ago, definitely aroused by the gorgeous woman on top of me, but she couldn't win this. Not when she was playing very unfairly.

"Wanda," I said with a warning tone, squeezing her thigh and signalling for her to stop.

I should have figured that would provoke her even more, as she manoeuvred herself so her knee was now pressing between my legs. I'm ashamed to admit that I gasped into her shoulder at the sudden pressure, and judging from the quiet laugh she let out, she was very much aware of the effect she had on me.

"I told you you couldn't resist," she said knowingly, raising her head from my neck so she could meet my eyes.

Hers were darkened with pleasure and mischievousness, darting to my lips. I glared at her.

"I really hate you."

She shook her head, tongue wetting her lips, as a playful smirk stared down at me. "No you don't. Now lose the nightdress, moya lyubov' (my love)."

I tried to retort, but she closed the gap between us, lips capturing mine in a heated kiss. I definitely didn't mind being woken up like this...

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After actually getting out of bed, I reluctantly agreed to go on a walk with Wanda, strolling around our premises and making the most of the countryside we lived in. As much as I didn't want to admit, I was glad she'd dragged me outside, since the morning stroll only made me appreciate our home more.

When we returned, Wanda went to her studio whilst I made us some tea in the kitchen, hoping to warm us up after the slight chill in the Autumn air. I joined her soon enough, smiling when I saw how involved she was with her work in no time. The studio was big enough for her to make a mess and it not seem so messy since it was spacious enough. I shouldn't have expected any different – Wanda couldn't tidy up to save her life.

"One day I'm going trip over your things," I announced as I stepped over some loose materials by the door, teacup and saucer in hand.

She chuckled, though her attention was still on her painting. "When that day finally comes, I'll clean up. Promise."

"Of course," I muttered sarcastically.

I stopped behind her and studied the painting she was working on. It was a close-up of a flower bed, with intricate details being put in the flowers themselves and ladybirds flying around. Wanda sensed my presence and accepted the tea from my hand, smiling at me gratefully before blowing on it to cool it down.

"Is this that commission you got last week?" I asked curiously.

She nodded, unaware of the paint streaks on her face. I rested a hand on her shoulder and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, smiling at how adorable she was.

"The guy is paying double for me to put twelve ladybirds in the painting," she explained with amusement. "He wants to be able to count every single one."

I snorted with laughter. "Wow. That's very strange."

She shrugged, though I knew she was thinking the same. "A commission's a commission... is it evil if I only put eleven in?"

I laughed, nodding. She glanced up at me with a bright smile on her lips.

"It's very evil," I told her, before squeezing her shoulder.

She grabbed my hand on her shoulder, holding it comfortingly. "D'you want to do some gardening later?"

"Sure. I've just gotta do some work on my manuscript first. The writer's block is real."

"Of course," she said, giving me a knowing look. "Best-selling authors don't just become best-selling authors without putting in the work."

I rolled my eyes at her comment, but a smile played on my lips. "I'm leaving now."

She chuckled and I pressed a kiss to her cheek, trying not to get paint on my lips.

"Good luck with the writing," she said as I began to leave.

"And you with the painting," I called back.

Today was nothing special – probably a regular day when it came to Wanda and I's lives – but it made me smile. If the past three years had taught me anything, it was to be grateful for the mundane.

After Wanda broke things off with Y/B/N, it took a while for both of our families to recuperate. In their eyes, Y/B/N had broken things off because he wasn't interested in Wanda anymore, hence our parents' reaction. And Wanda's parents were upset because they believed it was her fault that Y/B/N wasn't interested, hence their reaction.

Our relationship with the Maximoffs was inescapable though, since Y/B/N and I were authors of theirs, so we had to mend what was broken. The only person who knew the truth about Wanda breaking it off with Y/B/N, apart from me and him, was Pietro. He didn't know why, but he knew that it was Wanda's choice.

After things calmed down between our families and everybody's anger had faded, around about the time that my second book was released, I'd saved enough money from the sales to buy a place of my own. With my father's help, I was able to buy a cottage in the countryside – the perfect place for privacy and to do my writing.

It was surprising that I got help from my dad, since I half expected him to be against the idea. But he was so proud of me for achieving all I had that he was happy to help. So, I got my own place and the first thing I did was invite Wanda to live with me. Nobody really saw it as more than two friends living together, especially since Wanda had started selling her paintings under a male pseudonym. Her parents were only reluctant because they wanted her to get married, but after she told them that she didn't want to and stood her ground, they left her alone.

I think they realised that they couldn't exactly stop her, and if they tried to, they'd lose their daughter in the process. So, to Wanda and I's excitement, we were moving in together...

"Are we there yet?" Wanda asked for the millionth time.

"Terpeniye (patience)," I told her, and felt her smile beneath my hands that were covering her eyes.

"Nice pronunciation," she commented, and I couldn't tell if she was teasing or not.

We finally stopped before the cottage and I was buzzing with excitement. I'd chosen it with Wanda in mind, a surprise for her, since I knew she'd only ever wanted to live in a place like this. What better way to give her that then now with me?

"Okay, this is it," I announced, removing my hands from her face.

I stepped beside her, leaning forward to see her reaction. She was raising her eyebrows with surprise, taking in the appearance of the front of the cottage. It was in a lovely field with tall trees and colourful flowers surrounding it. Vines had overgrown the bricks, but it looked stunning and I hoped Wanda would think the same.

Her lips curved upwards into a grin of disbelief. "This is it? This is ours?"

I pulled the key from my pocket and held it out towards her. "It is. All ours."

She laughed wholeheartedly, jumping up with excitement before grabbing the key and pulling me into a hug. I laughed alongside her, returning the hug, before pressing a kiss to her cheek and motioning to the door.

"Do the honours and I'll show you around," I told her with a smile.

She was practically beaming as she moved to the door, opening it. Her excitement only intensified when she saw the living-room it extended into, a large fireplace in the centre of the back wall and the furniture already in place.

"We can change the décor," I told her as I showed her around. "This came with the place, but we can change it up to however we want."

"I love it."

I intertwined our fingers, admiring the sparkle of delight in her blue eyes as she looked around the place eagerly. That was the look that made this whole thing worth it.

"You've not even see the best bit," I said, before tugging her into the hallway. "There's a kitchen and our bedroom and of course, a study for me, but this is the bit I know you'll love."

She watched with curiosity but allowed me to skip the other rooms and show her the room that I envisioned as her art studio. It was a spacious room, filled with random, old furniture from the previous owners, but I ignored it and stepped further inside, facing Wanda.

"This can be your studio!" I exclaimed, motioning around me. "Look, here can be where your desk can be." I pointed to the left wall, the space in front of it. "You can get some shelves put here for your supplies. And here–" I pointed to the space before the window at the back, "–is where you can paint on your easels. The natural light will be perfect!"

She followed my every move, hanging onto my every word, and nodded along with a joyful expression.

"I can't believe you've already thought about it," she admitted.

"Come here," I said, waving my hand for her to join me. She did and I wrapped an arm around her waist, stopping before the window. "You see that?"

"The perfect view," she realised, eyes wide as they took in the view of the garden, which I planned to show her next. "It's beautiful."

"You can paint everything there," I said with a nod. "The trees. The flowers. And this place isn't far from the train station, so we can take some day trips, too."

She leaned into my side gratefully. "Y/N, I love it. All of it."

My heart fluttered as she said that, it being all I wanted to hear.

"We can also get the coop for the chickens you wanted," I reminded her, before pointing out the window. "Right there. We'll get fresh eggs and they're cute – what's not to love?"

She pulled apart, arms still laced around me, and I waited to see what she thought. Her eyes twinkled in the sunlight coming from the window, matching the smile on her lips. Then she moved forward quickly, kissing me hard and leaving me no chance to react before she pulled away.

"I have no words," she said softly, caressing my cheek. "I'm so grateful."

My face was warm as I smiled shyly. "I'm glad. You know I'd do anything for you."

Her smile widened as she leaned in again. "Thank you."

Moving in with her was the best thing to happen to me, and my dream of being published had come true, so that was saying a lot. We both knew we could never get married and be together in public, but this was the next best thing. We had our own little slice of heaven to merely be, and it was perfect. She could paint as much as she liked and I could write as much as I liked, the two of us making a living and not having to rely on husbands we didn't love.

The only people who knew about the truth of our relationship was Steve. I knew I could never trust my family with the truth, knowing liking women was very different to becoming a writer. So, I was content with them living in denial about why Wanda and I lived together. Wanda was the same with her parents, but it was a few months into moving in when she decided she wanted to tell Pietro.

I was obviously hesitant, since Pietro was a standup guy, the reason I was even as successful as I was, but I wasn't sure if he'd be okay with discovering his sister liked women and I was the one she was with. Wanda was certain he'd understand though, since he was her twin and would only want the best for her. Plus, according to her, he loved me, so he wouldn't have a problem with it.

He was her twin at the end of the day, and nobody knew him better than her, so I trusted her to tell him and decided we could do it at dinner, inviting both him, Steve and Peggy over. Peggy didn't know about Wanda and I either, but I wanted to tell her, so we decided to do it together...

"We've been here three times and it still makes me jealous how peaceful it is," Peggy complimented as the five of us sat around the kitchen table. "No annoying neighbours. No nosy townspeople. It's perfect."

"Thank you," Wanda said with a friendly smile. "That's why we love it, too."

"Are you all finished?" I asked, standing up to grab mine and Wanda's plates.

"Oh, please, let me help," Pietro offered, about to stand up, but I shook my head.

"It's okay, I've got it," I politely declined, before stacking the plates together to take to the sink.

I glanced at Wanda and she gave me a knowing look before clearing her throat and looking to her brother.

"Piet, can you help me with something in my studio?" she asked him casually. "There's a lightbulb I can't quite reach."

He nodded and wiped his face with his napkin. "Er, sure." He looked to everyone else. "If you'll excuse me."

The two of them left the kitchen, leaving me with Steve and Peggy. I distracted myself with putting the plates in the sink before popping the kettle on, knowing they'd want tea.

"Dinner was lovely, Y/N, thank you for tonight," Steve started, easing the tension he knew I was feeling. I'd told him my intentions before inviting them and he was completely okay with the idea. "You and Wanda seem to be more and more comfortable every time we come here."

I leaned against the counter as I smiled gratefully at him, knowing he was giving me an opening to tell Peggy the truth.

"Yeah, we are," I said, eyes flickering to Peggy's as she watched on with interest. "We, er..."

My mouth went dry as the words I'd practiced in the mirror this morning escaped me. I'd only ever told Steve about Wanda and I, and that was by accident. I knew Peggy wouldn't judge me, but it was still terrifying to admit.

"Y/N, sweetie, are you okay?" Peggy asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

I nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, sorry..." I just had to say it. No more overthinking. "Wanda and I are together. As more than more friends. I'm in love with her."

Peggy raised her brows with surprise, barely believing it, but then she glanced at Steve and knew I was being serious. I let out a breath of relief, glad that I'd finally said it.

She stood up from her seat and I was half-afraid she'd leave altogether, but she didn't. She walked to me and pulled me in for a hug, squeezing me gently.

"Thank you for trusting me with such an important thing," she said, pulling away and smiling at me gently. "I guess it makes sense. You both compliment each other well and make each other happy. It's beautiful to see."

"Thank you," I said, returning her smile. "That means a lot coming from you."

She nodded and glanced at her husband. "I take it Steve already knew."

He raised his hands in defence. "Hey, I basically figured it out myself!"

She rolled her eyes playfully and I couldn't help but laugh.

"He did," I backed him up. "And he was the only person to know, so I owe him a lot. He gave me the support I wanted when I had nobody else."

Peggy smiled endearingly at Steve before looking to me with kind eyes. "Well, now you're not alone. You have me, too."

"I know. I'm glad."

"Does anybody else know? Or is it just Steve and I?" she asked hesitantly.

"Just you two," I explained. "My family would never understand. Especially with Wanda and her history with my brother. Same with her family. But she's actually telling Pietro about us now. I can only hope he'll take it well."

Peggy was certain as she said, "I'm sure he will."

I made tea for all of us and joined Peggy and Steve at the table as we waited for the Maximoff twins' return. Eventually, Wanda returned with her brother in tow and judging by the smile on her face, I could only hope it went well. Though I noticed the tear streaks on her cheeks and joined her side with mild concern.

"Are you okay?" I asked, grabbing her hand, but I didn't get chance to hear a response as I felt myself being lifted off the ground.

"Y/N!" Pietro exclaimed in my ear, hugging me from behind. "Welcome to the family, sestra (sister)!"

He set me down and stepped beside his sister, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and tugging her close. A grin was directed my way as Wanda's cheeks dusted pink. She was glowing with happiness, her brother's opinion mattering the most, and it warmed my heart to witness.

"I see things went well," I noticed, before smiling at Pietro. "Thank you, Pietro. It means a lot to have your support. Though you know this doesn't make me your sister, right?"

"Yet," he pointed out, making me sigh. "You know, I always suspected you had the hots for my sister, but I could never be sure."

Now it was my turn to flush with embarrassment, especially when Steve and Peggy laughed from the sidelines.

"Wanda's happiness is all that matters to me," he continued, looking to his sister with a genuine smile. "I'm glad she picked the right Y/L/N."

I chuckled awkwardly, eyes falling to a nervous Wanda. "Me and you both, mate." He laughed, patting me on the back, and I gave him an appreciative nod. "Seriously, though, thank you, Pietro. Your approval means a lot."

"No problem," he said with a shrug. "I'm always here if you need me."

"As are we," Peggy added, before looking to Wanda. "Both of you. Anything you need, ever, just let us know. It's what we're here for."

"Thank you," Wanda said for both of us, and when she looked my way, I knew she was thinking the same thing I was.

We were lucky that the most important people in our lives knew the truth about us and were supportive. We couldn't have asked for anything more.

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As promised, after spending the morning on my manuscript and Wanda with her commission, we went into the garden to do some gardening. And by we, I meant I was doing it as she attempted to help out beside me.

"Hey, I think there's something stuck here," Wanda said, fingers stuck in a pot of soil.

"Then pull it out," I said like it was obvious, trying not to laugh.

I continued to rake the plant beds before me so I could eventually plant some vegetable seeds when Wanda's adamant voice spoke up again.

"I think you should check it out, Y/N, I can't seem to get it."

"Wanda..."

"Come on!" she insisted, and I sighed dramatically before dropping my rake and heading towards her.

Kneeling down beside her, I took a peek in the plant pot and put my hand in, rooting around until my fingers found something metal.

"It seems to be a ring," I realised, pulling it out and dusting the soil off it. "Maybe the suppliers of the soil dropped it in accidentally. Or maybe a bird dropped it in the pot without you realising..." I chewed on my lip with thought. "Huh. Well, here you go."

I gave it back to Wanda and prepared myself to stand back up, but Wanda groaned and facepalmed.

"What's got your knickers in a twist?" I asked with an amused smile.

She looked up at me through parted fingers. "It's my ring."

"How many times have I told you to stop wearing rings when we're gardening?!" I said questioningly, shaking my head. "Stuff like this always happens!"

She rolled her eyes and looked up to the sky. "Why am I in love with an idiot?"

"Wanda–"

"It's for you," she said, holding out the ring.

I furrowed my brows. "Well, why didn't you just– wait." My eyes widened as I realised what she was implying, feeling stupid for not realising sooner. "Is this– are you– huh?"

Wanda swallowed nervously before clutching the ring tightly and meeting my gaze. "I've been in love with you for a long time, you know that," she said softly, her accent thick with emotion. "The time we've spent here in our little safe haven has been the best of my life. And I... I know we live in a world that won't let us be together. But that hasn't stopped us."

My heart was hammering in my chest as Wanda offered me a small, nervous smile. We'd never talked about marriage since we were so content in our little bubble, but clearly she'd thought about it without me knowing. I guess I had, too. But I never expected either of us to do anything about it.

"I know we can never really be married, but what is marriage if not a union between two people who are in love anyway? I mean, we basically already have that." She snickered to ease her nerves, then licked her lips shakily, eyes tearing up. "I'm asking you to marry me and if you say yes, I'll know you're my wife and that's all that'll matter... so Y/N Y/L/N. Will you marry me?"

I didn't even need to think about it. Wanda was the love of my life and just like she'd said, the past three years had been the best. We could never truly be married in the eyes of the world, but she'd be my wife and that would be enough. She'd always be enough.

"Of course I will, Wanda," I answered, tears of happiness slipping from my eyes.

She raised her eyebrows. "Yes? You said yes?"

I laughed, nodding, and leaned forward to kiss her. She returned the favour, salty tears mingling between our lips, but it didn't matter because she was going to be my wife and that's all I could think about.

Our smiles broke the kiss and I wiped her tears away with my thumb before pressing another kiss to her lips.

"Here, let me put this on you," she said between laughter, hands fumbling as she tried to find mine.

I put out my hand and let her slide the ring on my finger. It was a simple silver band with a small, elegant gemstone sat on top, perfect for someone like me who didn't like anything too flashy.

"It's beautiful, Wanda, thank you," I said, smiling through my tears.

"I've been wanting to ask you for a while, but I wasn't sure you'd say yes," she admitted.

"Are you joking? Why wouldn't I?" I asked with an exploding happiness in my chest. "I'm so bloody in love with you, Wanda Maximoff."

She laced our fingers together as she nodded in agreement. "That's good. Because I'm in love with you, too."

And when she said that, it wasn't unlike anything she'd told me before. If she wasn't telling me she loved me, she was showing me in all sorts of ways. But this was different... this was the first time she'd told me as my fiancé. And then she'd soon be my wife. And it made me realise.

I'd spent so long thinking that if we were in a different life, we could have had it all. But we were getting it all now, so maybe, just maybe, this wasn't the wrong lifetime after all.

FIN.

[erensproudsimp]

Experiment

Hange Zoe x fem! reader Oneshot

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Summary : Hange and you have been dating each other for quite some time. One day due to rain, you went over to Hange's and hehe hot stuff happens.

I've used they/them pronouns for Hange due to them being non-binary, hope y'all don't mind. :)

"HANGEEEE!" screaming down the hallway near the university laboratory, you entered said place joltily.

By this time all the science students were used you to coming by everyday while causing a ruckus to meet your significant other. You couldn't help yourself being always excited to see the only person who could make your day a million times better and today as usual you had something interesting to show them. Well, by interesting you meant something random you saw that day and just picked it up to give it to Hange. Never were they ever weird out by this as they were as eccentric as you.

"Look what I found today!" proudly bringing your hand close to their face to show them the red rock you saw in your yard.

"Heh, as usual my dear y/n, you never fail to fascinate me," they chuckled eyeing the objet closely.

"I shall add this wonderful rock to my series of collection of stuff you keep bringing to me everyday!" smilingly Hange took it.

This brought a faint blush on your cheeks as just the thought of Hange keeping the random stuff you bringing daily made you feel somewhat special.

" Sooo, what are you working on today?" you questioned them while looking at the equipment on the table.

"Ohohoho you don't know what I've just made!" they excitedly said dexterously arranging the mess to show you.

While they were enthusiastically explaining to you her recent invention, you couldn't help but stare at their jolliness. The way they made absolutely anything sound captivating just spellbound you. To describe it, it was like a meteor shower falling enlightening the night sky which you could gaze for hours, yeah, that's how Hange was.

"Hihi, that's awesome! I'm so proud of you!" you praised her happily.

"Hehe, I'm glad you appreciated my invention, after all I am your better half," haughtily they said which made you subconsciously smile.

Right at that moment a loud thunder was heard making you jump. Since morning it's been cloudy and you really hoped that it wouldn't rain in the evening as it would pose a problem for you to travel home by bus. The droplets were hitting hard against the window panes indicating it was a heavy shower. Disappointment filled your being.

"Noo, now how would I reach the bus stop on time with this weather," you complained utterly dejected and tensed.

"You know y/n, you can always ask me for a ride in my car right?" Hange said while pouring a clear liquid in a testing tube.

"I know but I don't wanna bother you."

"Oh come-on y/n, how can you ever bother me?" they reassured, "and if you really don't want to sound like a trouble then come over to my appartment. It's win-win situation, you reach home and I would get more time to spend with you."

"W-what, Hange please, ugh okay then I'll come with you," sighing you responded.

Waiting for Hange to finish up whatever they were doing but it wasn't as though you as a finance student would understand it to be able to help her out. Instead you were scrolling on Tiktok when they came up to you without warning making you jerk, "GOSH HANGE! YOU COULD HAVE CALLED FOR ME."

Chuckling, Hange grabbed your hand to make you stand up. Losing your footing, you fell in their arms which they gladly grabbed you. Giving you a brief forehead kiss, they proceeded to drag you to the parking lot. At first you didn't process the action making you scream but when you got the hang of it, you ran alongside with them hand in hand laughing.

Hange unlocked the car and you got into the front passenger seat. Both of you were laughing while still catching your breaths.

"Now off to my house we gooo!" Hange yelled as you were wearing your seatbelt.

Throughout the whole ride both of you conversed about each of your days and the daily news.

"Can you believe that Sasha and Nicollo are finally going out with each other? I always knew that they were a match made in heaven," you rambled as Hange listened to you intently while also focusing on the road.

"I mean I could see it happening seeing their compatibility and the way they complete each other, just like you complete me," Hange added.

Her last words made your face heat up which you hid by looking outside. Luckily for you, you finally reached your destination. It wasn't the first you came over to her appartement so you took her keys and ran inside. Normally her place would be messy like a dumpster because that human barely had time in her hands to take care of their house but for once it was spotless clean.

"Did Levi come over?" you asked them, hand on your hip.

"I-yeah. Yesterday he did. But I swear I'll try to be more responsible from now on!" Hange affirmed.

You took a deep breath and asked, "so what are we eating tonight?"

"I don't know y/n, you choose," they replied kicking their boots off to enter the residence.

"How about we order Pizza?"

"Sure thing love," grabbing her phone to order said food, Hange said.

"How about you go take a bath while I take out plates?" you suggested.

"I mean only if you're willing to join me," they smirked while leaning on the door.

Out of embarrassment you threw a pillow laying on the couch at her, "NO!"

"Sad, I was really hoping for some fun in there," they replied before running into the bathroom as you were about to hit them with another pillow.

While you waited for her to come out so that you in your turn could go freshen up, you arranged everything to be able to eat. Having such nights with Hange is always something you've dreamt of doing but you never had the courage to ask.

A few moments later, Hange came out with hair dripping wet which they were trying to dry with a towel. Damn they looked hot in that condition. Before you could start simp over them, you excused yourself to go bathe.

Feeling the warm water touch your skin evaporated all your stress from you as you relaxed. Coming out of the bathroom wearing Hange's clothes, you went to sit next to them on the couch. You noticed that the pizza had already arrived so you took a piece of it to eat. You two watched this popular series called 'Attack on titan' together until the pizza was finished.

Throwing the pizza cardboard in the bin, you went to see Hange already laying on the bed. Scooting to them, you placed your head on their shoulder as they held you tight with one arm and the other holding their phone. You were watching memes with her laughing when suddenly there was a video of two girls kissing came up which made your heart beat faster. You could tell Hange felt so as well as she swiped quickly to prevent awkwardness.

A little bit of tension remained in both of you yet no one made the first move. It kept growing as you felt their hot breath on your face because you were leaning on them.

Feeling bothered and assuming that Hange wasn't going to initiate it, you snatched their phone from their hand and kept it on the table next to the bed for you to straddle on them.

Shifting yourself to be more comfortable, you leaned down to smack your lips against theirs. Still processing whatever just happened, Hange went with the flow. For this moment at least. Hands on your ass, they squeezed them as you laid your body on theirs.

Lips still crashed against each others and tongues still fighting over control, Hange's minds began to fill with sexual fantasies that they could enact on you in this precise moment.

Pulling back from you, they settled your body on the bed to go search for something in the wardrobe. They came back with a blindfold facing you.

"Do you mind if I take your vision away for a while? I don't want to ruin the surprise of what I'm going to do to you."

Gulping hardly you took the black cloth and blinded yourself.

"Good girl," Hange praised giving you a headpat to continue their rummage.

With no warnings, you were pushed on the bed lightly. At first you didn't understand what was going on but that was before you felt a rope on your wrists which was being wrapped around them individually then pulled upwards signaling it was being tied down to the bed. The same thing was done for both of your legs.

Anticipation mounted in you as you felt hands running from your chest to your stomach.

"I hope that the ropes are not too tight, are they?" they concernedly asked.

You shaked your head to say no still having the blindfold on.

"No? Well, then I think you would love this being in your mouth," they said coming closer to you. You were expecting her to stuff her fingers in but it ended up being something you certainly didn't anticipate at all.

Holding your head up, they made you wear it. Initially it was uncomfortable but you managed to deal with it as it only turned you on more. It was a gag ball.

You laid your head on a pillow desperately craving Hange's touch but of course they were still searching for something.

"Don't worry y/n, I'll come to you as soon as I find that one thing I bought last week I wanted to test out," Hange spoke from the other side of the room.

Trying to keep your growing lust in control, you fidgeted with the device in your mouth.

" Ah-ha! found it, now wait for me y/n, I'll fuck you into oblivion soon," their voice coming out breathless.

Feelings the sides of the bed sink and a presence hoving above you, you became more excited to what Hange was going to do this time.

Their soft lips colliding again against yours as their hands ran down to unbutton your shirt leaving your bare chest naked as you weren't wearing any undergarments. For a few seconds Hange didn't do anything. As you were ripped from your eyesight, you couldn't see that Hange was in fact staring at the prefect roundness of your boobs displayed to them .

Unable to contain themselves, they ran their tongue on one of your breasts while the other was being fondled with their hands. Your breathing was quickening at their doings. Out of nowhere they bit your nipple softly making you bit the gagball stifling a moan.

Going lower on you they pulled down your pants while they kissed you on your bellybutton. Without warning again you felt a pain on your hip and teeth leaving your skin. Biting you again on the other side of your hip, Hange caressed your inner thighs. This time you couldn't contain the moan as it escaped your mouth through the gag ball.

Looking at your entrance, Hange saw that though they didn't yet completely lay hands on you, you were soaking wet. Then they assumed that it was probably from the long amount of time you had to wait for them.

You heard the opening of the cap of a tube. Your mind raced through all the possibilities of what it could be.

But of course it was the least thing you could expect as you felt something touching your cunt.

It was a lukewarm rubbery thing that was being ran through your swollen folds.

"Wanna guess what it is? Y/n," Hange said as you felt the object or whatever it was penetrate you. An 'hmm' came out of you as your back arched graciously making Hange widen their eyes.

"Ahaha, y/n you beautiful creature! You never cease to amaze me the more I explore you,"Hange complimented pushing the thing deeper into you.

" Lemme reward you for blessing me with his gorgeous sight and return you back your vision, "they continued.

Your insides felt empty as Hange had to remove the item to open the blindfold. You must say you had quite of the shocker to see them. Straddling you was a Hange that you didn't recognize.

They were wearing a black lingerie delicately complimented with black thigh highs and on their pelvis area was a strap-on-dildo.

"I wanted to experiment this on you," they gave you a light smirk before positioning themselves in front of your pussy. Taking the small bottle thrown on the bed nearby, Hange opened it. It was lube. Dropping quite some on the dildo, Hange jerked it to spread the lubricant.

Placing their hand on your hips for support, Hange inserted it again.

They couldn't describe how much they ravished to look at you in this state. As they were thrusting their hips in and out, the room became filled with your moans and Hange's name.

"Yes y/n scream my name louder. Make the neighbours hear how good I'm making you feel," Hange panted.

'Hmmm Hange I'm getting close, go faster please, "you begged them.

Taking your wishes into consideration, Hange did not double up the speed but rather trippled it. You were practically shaking on the bed as your screams got louder and louder.

Not late enough, you released yourself on them. The pleasure was so unbearable it almost hurted. Panting on the bed, you looked at the ceiling to regain control of yourself. Then looking back at Hange, only to see that they were already staring at you lovingly.

"Can you untie me now? I need to pee," you coughed.

"Ahaha, no piss on the bed," Hange declared as you were startled by their statement.

"Just kidding lemme help you refresh yourself," Hange joked making you feel relieved.

End.

Thank you for reading this. :)

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Carol Danvers ~ Impatient Acts: Part 1

Carol Danvers X fem!Reader Smut

Word count: 1,724

Includes: phone sex, degrading, captain kink and masturbation with fingers and strap on

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"How much longer do you think you'll be away?" You ask with a pout as you role onto your back, staring up at the dull ceiling and imaging your girlfriend somewhere far above it.

"I don't know, baby. Could be a couple days, maybe more...a lot more." She spoke into the device. Even though you were disappointed you were still quick to realise her tired voice sounded a lot like her morning voice, something that always turned you on to no ends.

Right now Carol was getting ready to rest for the night, if that was even a thing in space, while you lay on your bed in the midday summer heat.

The blonde had been away for a few weeks now and you missed her so much. You missed everything about the captain and there seemed to be nothing you could do to fix that. It seemed cuddling her pillow was only enough for when your were falling asleep, and even then you wanted to feel her strong arms wrapped around you.

Not to mention her being away for so long was leaving you incredibly sexually frustrated. You had told Carol this countless times when she had been away, but she just laughed it off before reiterated her number one rule: no touching the captain's property.

Just thinking about her referring to you and your body in such a way made a fire ignite between your legs.

"I miss you." You spoke quietly into the mic on your phone, closing your eyes and trying to invision her right now. She practically always slept in sweatpants and a vest, even in the winter when she was able to heat up her body with her powers (which was like sleeping with a warm blanket wrapped around you). Although sometimes she might not have those sweatpants on...and maybe even nothing beneath. You bite your lip at the thought.

"I miss you too." She said in that morning voice that encouraged the need you felt.

You were only wearing a loose vest and panties. You had no plans of going out, you were home alone and the summer heat wouldn't have been bearable to you in anything else.

"So much." You whispered into the mic as your fingers trailed delicately across your bare thigh and you imagined the motion being from Carol.

Speaking of who, the blonde was quick to catch on to the nature of your speech, knowing all the signs of you being horny you didn't even know you showed.

You heard her move position in her bed and imagined her moving to straddle your waist to kiss down your neck, or making herself comfortable between your legs to slide her strap in easier.

Your eyes flickered open to eye up the closet that you knew Carol had left one of her straps in as she spoke.

"What are you doing?" She asked suspiciously but knowing full damn well what you wanted to do.

"Nothing." You replied with a smile and your best innocent voice. You contemplated getting up and heading for the closet as you said that, but decided to just listen to Carol's voice instead...for now.

"You better be." She said with warning etched into her tone. You shivered at her words slightly as your fingers wandered over your clothed folds that were now drenched with your arousal.

"Or what?" You asked with a smirk and all the confidence you could gather; knowing full damn well you were going to pay for it later. But you were so god damn horny and Carol's voice was all the help you needed, the consequences would be another day's problem.

"Or you're going to regret it." She stated.

You scoffed at her words, not believing the punishment she was going to give could possibly not be worth the orgasm you were going to have tonight.

"It?" You questioned, wanting to hear her spell it out to you. Dirty talking would definetly get you off.

"If you touch that needy little pussy of yours without your captain's permission," she started - her voice getting lower and abandoning her tired tone now she was paying you full attention, "then when I get home I'll make your punishments so bad you'll beg for my forgiveness like the desperate whore you are while crying out for it to stop. You think I've punished you bad before? Things will get unimaginably worse for you if you disobey your captain, slut." She finished, bitterness engraved in her voice that made you bite you lip to stop yourself whimpering pathetically.

You knew you should stop. But the hormones were clouding your judgement and you could physically feel your arousal ruining your panties.

You didn't respond to Carol, you couldn't. You were completely unable to form any words as your fingertips finally dipped under your panties and stroked the wetness of your pussy.

"Well?" Carol asked expectantly. The moment of silence was filled with unbearable tension.

Your clit was throbbing, your pussy walls were clenching around nothing and a thin layer of sweat was forming along your body. You weren't going to wait any longer.

"No." You whispered. There was more silence as Carol didn't seem to believe you would defy such explicit orders, you always obeyed her.

"No?" She questioned, her voice stoic.

Your fingers stroked your folds more until you had collected enough of your juices. With ease, you slipped two fingers inside your touch deprived pussy and gave a long moan as they sunk deeper into you.

Carol growled lowly into the mic before speaking again. "Don't you fucking dare, y/n." She spat.

"I'm so wet, captain." You smiled as you started a slow pace with your fingers, not wanting to overwhelm your most sensitive part after weeks without contact.

"Stop." She said firmly but the anger in her voice only encouraged you. You could imagine her jaw clenched to enhance that prominent jawline. Her fists clenched and probably dieing to be choking you with them. And despite her objections, you bet she was wet.

You curled your fingers ever so slightly and shivered as they brushed against your most sensitive part. You sighed in bliss and moaned once your pace increased.

"Captain..." You whimpered, your thrusts becoming rougher as you clenched around your fingers occasionally.

"It's not worthit, y/n. Do not cum on those fucking fingers." She spat, prouncing all words to the t slowly and deliberately.

Her words planted an idea in your mind and you grinned mischeviously.

"Yes, captain." You replied and gradually pulled your fingers away, your pussy instantly clenching and protesting.

"Good. Now go to sleep." She ordered but you ignore her as you got off the bed and went over to the closet with one of Carol's straps. You bit your lip at the site of the perfect silicone and took it back to the bed.

You stripped off your panties and flung them across the room before laying down again and being thankful Carol hadn't hung up, probably dissatisfied by you not responding to her.

"I miss you fucking me with your cock, captain." You said truthfully into the mic. You didn't miss the uneven breath from Carol that she tried to fix.

"I'm glad you left my favourite behind." You smirked as your fingers stroked the toy.

"Don't even think about it." Carol warned but you disregarded her again as you placed the strap at your entrance, not even needing lube because of how wet you were and especially as you all but edged yourself just a minute prior. Granted, Carol rarely decided to use it either.

You made sure your head was tilted towards you phone that was close to you so your increasingly frustrated girlfriend could hear how your breathing was increasing in anticipation.

Her additional warnings fell on death ears as you only focused on those sound of her voice rather than the message. You were faintly aware of the threats and her telling you you were a disrespectful whore.

You moaned in response to her when the strap pressed itself further against your pussy lips as they eagerly spread themselves apart for the silicone.

You moaned even louder when the intruder was pushing it's way inside you, all the time imagining Carol above you while she whispered dirty truths to you like a secret.

"Captain." You whimpered as you pushed the strap on further, the result being your walls clamping down on it and your juices aiding it all.

You could hear Carol's breathing increase too, clearly turned on by hearing you fuck yourself with her strap and getting off to imaging her. But she would never admit that.

"It feels so good." You moaned as you pulled the strap out, only to have it return with force you hadn't realise you could conjour.

Her breathing hitches as she hears the wet sounds your pussy makes when you thrust the already soaking toy into your needy pussy. You do this continuously as you set a steady pace and lift your hips up slightly to give yourself better access.

Your pace doesn't falter and the strap continues the thrust into you, not nearly matching the pace Carol would give but knowing she'd up that when she gets back. The very thought of how rough she would be with you makes you gush with wetness and amplifies the sounds your pussy is making.

You moan louder into the mic as you mutter Carol's name over and over, as though doing so could make her appear.

"I'm gonna cum." You breathe out heavily and whimper as you approach you high.

"Don't." Carol orders and you can practically hear her teeth gritting between words.

With that command, you whole body tenses up and you back arches. You moan the loudest you had all night as you reach you first orgasm in weeks. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" You practically scream as you clench desperetly around the strap as you cum hard on the toy, shaking in pleasure as some of your white, sticky liquid escapes around the sides of the toy and spreads across your thigh as you clench them together after pulling the strap out.

You hadn't even regained your breath when Carol speaks her final words that night.

"You're going to regret that."

My Captain has ended the call.

Part two

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Hearing the front door slam, Y/N knew it was more than certain that it had been a bad day at practice for her boyfriend. She heard him toss himself onto the couch, no doubt exhausted from all the rigorous preparations they were having for their upcoming comeback. Drying off her hands after rinsing off the last of the dishes, she made her way over slowly to him, sitting down next to him. She carefully observed his face, eyes closed and body slumped to the side. One of her hands reached out to push some of the hair away from his face. He stirred slightly.

"Bad day?"

He only mumbled out a groan. Running a hand across his cheek, she leaned in and placed tiny, innocent kisses across his jaw. Letting out a sigh, Jongho tilted his head to allow her easier access to place kisses on his neck.

"My poor baby. Anything I can do to make you feel better?"

Jongho thought for a moment about her offer, nothing really coming to his head. Until she began kissing at his neck mole, which he was particularly sensitive in. Then an idea popped in his head. Grabbing her wrist, he startled her when he suddenly sat up and stared at her with fearsome intensity.

"Bedroom. Now."

Gulping slightly, she quickly nodded and got up to make her way to their bedroom, Jongho tailing right behind her. She walked like a puppy with a tail tucked in between its legs. She had done nothing wrong, but just seeing Jongho stressed and angry made her feel fearful of what was in store for her.......

But it also aroused her intensely, especially knowing that her boyfriend would get rougher than usual with her, which she loved. Standing at the foot of the bed, she slowly turned back around to him and awaited instructions. His dark orbs looked her up and down, desire filled in them. Coming closer towards her, his hands lightly caressed her shoulders, that action alone sent shivers down her spine. He gave her a sweet and gentle smile as his hands traveled down and placed themselves on her chest, slightly groping her covered breasts.

Then a harsh ripping sound was heard as he tore through her shirt and even managed to snap part of her bra. Y/N let out a loud gasp as she was left topless in less than 10 seconds by his brute force. Feeling self conscious, she tried to cover her chest, but Jongho effortlessly grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head with one of his hands.

"I'm having none of that sweetheart. I'm in desperate need of your body."

Nearly busting the zipper and button, Jongho roughly slid her jeans down her legs, her underwear coming off along with them. The thin, barely visible line of her growing arousal stringing out from her core to her panties made him chuckle amusedly.

"Glad to know I'm not the only one who's already enjoying this."

Coming up to her, he snaked an arm around her waist, toned and muscled body pressing against her smaller and more delicate one. With his thumb tracing the outline of her lips, he was unable to keep himself from biting down on his own lip, a strong blissful sigh exhaling through his nose.

"You're so beautiful."

He couldn't contain himself as he cupped her chin and pressed his lips against hers, capturing them in a heart fluttering kiss. It was sloppy and desperate, but she didn't mind. She just let herself melt into the kiss and parted her lips to allow him access inside her mouth. Through teeth clashing and deep strokes of his wet muscle in her tongue, he brought one hand down to her neck, lightly wrapping it around it, fingers grazing the side of her skin. Without breaking their passionate kiss, he turned her so she had her back pressed to his chest. His other hand wrapped across her waist, reaching up to cup one of her tender breasts. He held it in his hand and then began squeezing at it. Using his thumb and index finger, he toyed with her tiny nipple, pinching at it before smacking his hand across it, her whimpers being drowned out into his mouth.

Once he got his fill of groping at her bosoms, he brought his hand down to cup her mound. His fingers barely grazed at her clit, yet she was already feeling her knees weak, which did not go unnoticed by him. He couldn't contain the smirk tugged on his lips when he pressed 3 fingers against her clit and began moving it around.

"Like that baby? Like it when I play with your little clit like this?"

She couldn't resist throwing her head back, letting it rest against his shoulder as she released guttural sounds when he sped up his movements. His mouth latched onto her neck, placing wet kisses along the sides of it and across her shoulder. At times his teeth would sink down until he left a red print on it, not satisfied until he was certain it'd leave marks for the days to come. As he was doing this, his hand kept busy as it rubbed at her clit furiously and in a continuous motion that would have her leaking in any minute. He knew her body better than she did, with the way her breathe turned raspy and ragged, how her thighs began to clench together, he knew she was about to combust at any second.

Feeling a little more on the sadistic side, he slid his free hand back to her neck, this time clutching it tightly so her oxygen intake was limited. She tried to gasp, but it was cut short and in her blurry haze, she felt her legs go wobbly as her orgasm flooded down her body. Her juices spilled all over his fingers which he generously collected in them before pulling them off her and sucked them into his mouth. Y/N blushed at the pornographic image her boyfriend just gave her, hands flying over to cover her face in embarrassment.

Chuckling darkly, Jongho went over to the closet and took out a rope that was hidden in the back. Grabbing her hands and pulling them off her face, he fastened the rope around them, binding them together before tossing what was leftover over the canopy railing above the bed. Once it went over it, he pulled the hanging rope back over and made a knot once more, testing it to make sure it wouldn't come loose at all. He was satisfied when he saw his girlfriend with her hands bound and raised over her head, unable to move them down at all.

"You know, you look really pretty like this. All bound and at my mercy.......unable to stop me from doing what I want."

Giving her a cheeky grin, he dropped down to his knees, face right in front of her still leaking pussy.

"And right now, I want to eat you out."

Spreading her legs to make room for him, he stared up at her with a smile as he lowered his head down in between her thighs. She held her breath as she watched him glide his tongue up her slit, teasing her by gliding it back down before he could touch her glistening clit. He kept at his torturous movement of licking slowly at her folds, making sure not to press anywhere near where she wanted him the most. This was very frustrating to her, making her tug harshly at the rope that was holding her arms up at the moment. She tried shifting her hips so Jongho's tongue could graze even just a mere inch close to her aching nub, but he was quick to retract his mouth whenever she tried that. He could truly be a bothersome tease when he was in the mood.

"Jongho!" She whined at him, bottom lip poking out.

"What?" He mocked her tone as he began to give tiny kitten licks at her clit.

She let out a frustrated groan when he layed his tongue flat on her core, keeping it there for an instant before circling around her folds, not serving in anything but building up her frustration and sexual tension. Jongho would have been more than happy to give her what she wanted, but he wasn't going to make it easy.

"You gotta tell me what you want baby. What do you want me to do? Hmm? What does my baby want?" He cooed at her, blowing light air into her dripping hole.

Unable to take his relentless teasing anymore, she finally spoke out harshly:

"Jongho please! Just eat me out or fuck me! I wanna cum again!"

Finally getting her to speak out, he lifted one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder. Spreading her folds apart, he enveloped his lips on her nub and gave it a generous suck that sent waves up her spine. Humming occasionally to further her pleasure, he kept a pace of opening and closing his mouth over her clit, tongue poking out at intervals to swirl around it before suckling on it once again. His gaze never looked away from her face, always wanting to see how her eyebrows furrowed and eyes scrunched tight whenever he hit a particular nerve that helped bring her closer to the edge. Not only that, seeing her become a mess for him only worsened the problem that was growing inside his pants. And her taste was so addicting to him, he couldn't help but press more of his face onto her heat, practically smothering it with his mouth as he made lewd slurping sounds that accompanied his ravishing of her folds. Feeling her thigh tremble, he knew it was only a matter of time before she combusted all over his face......

But before that could happen, he released his hold on her thigh and pulled his mouth away from her nub, leaving the girl in front of him confused and slightly irritated. She was about to yell at him for the act he just pulled, but he quickly hushed her by kissing her softly, letting her taste some of the remnants of her arousal. Pulling back, he drew circles on her cheek with his thumb, noticing her frowning face.

"Why'd you do that for?" She demanded to know, still upset at being denied her second orgasm.

"Baby as much as I wanted to have your juices drip down my face, I really need to be inside you now."

Pulling his shirt over his head, Y/N couldn't look away from her boyfriend's large arms, the veins on the muscles of his biceps poking out. She always loved touching them, holding them, having them wrap around her body and envelope her in a warm hug. Her gaze then trailed down and eagerly watched him as he began slipping out of his sweatpants, his hard on slapping against his stomach, tip red and leaking precum, aching to be inside her walls and fuck her senseless.

Jongho stroked himself as he came back over to her. Not yet done with his teasing, he swiped the tip along her slit, letting her slick coat most of his length. Once getting his fill of that, he grabbed the back of her thighs and effortlessly picked them up to wrap them around his waist.

"Jongho are you sure about this?" Y/N asked him.

Raising an eyebrow at her, he scoffed.

"You don't think I can fuck you dumb in this position?"

She quickly shook her head.

"It's not that! I mean- you're probably tired from practice and maybe don't have enough energy to-"

She let out a loud shriek when he reached down and aligned himself at her opening, immediately sinking her down onto his length.

"Believe me, I'm not tired at all and I have a lot of energy to release still."

Not giving her time to adjust, he began to use his strength to bounce her on top of his cock. He began letting out mixtures of grunts and growls everytime he sank her back down on him, her velvet walls squeezing hard around him, making him forget all about his dreadful day.

"You feel so tight baby. And you have no idea how hot you look right now."

He couldn't help but flex his muscles as his fingers dug into the skin of her thighs, loving the way she reacted.

"Jongho!- please! Too much!" She pleaded, her body becoming overwhelmed by the brute force he was using to rock her body against his.

"Oh? Want me to stop then?" He tilted his head.

"No! Please don't!" She begged him, tears threatening to spill out from the corners of her eyes, whether it was out of fear he'd deny her orgasm once more or from the powerful and intense rapture she was feeling she did not know.

She just know she didn't want him to stop, and he knew that just as well, hence the smug smile plastered on his face.

"Of course you don't, cause you know you love it when I'm like this. Don't you?"

She let out an involuntary moaned out hum when he brought his face to her chest, lips kissing at her sternum.

"You love me using my strength against you. Is it cause it reminds you that I can break your tiny body in half? Is that it? Like being reminded that if I want to, I can pound your pussy sore and leave your legs limping for a week?"

With a determined look, he angled himself so his thrusts could hit deeper and harder inside her. Y/N couldn't contain the whimpering cries coming out of her mouth any longer. She wanted to hold onto her boyfriend's arms, but the restraints kept her from doing so. She felt her orgasm bubble up inside her, ready to crash out of her and have her collapsing on him.

"You gonna cum babygirl? Gonna cum all over my massive cock and make another mess?" He smirked against her sweaty neck.

If it wasn't for Jongho holding her up, she would have surely toppled onto the floor from the pulse shattering high that tore through her body. With choked out yells, she repeated Jongho's name over and over again, her voice sounding like music to his ears. He never once stopped the brutal pace he had set, his angles merely got a little less focused as he now sought to chase his own high, which came not long after her own. Through clenched teeth and hooded eyelids, he made sure to fill her up even after some of his cum came pouring out and trickled down their thighs.

Jongho was very careful at untying his lover, his fingers quickly undoing the knots and snapping the rope off the canopy and off Y/N's hands. Brushing some hair off her face, he smiled fondly at her tired figure, his arms still holding her up, not ready to let her go.

"You murdered me..." She struggled to find her voice, but managed to get her words out.

"Yeah you look like I did." He teased her.

Letting out a huff, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his chest. Petting her hair, he began walking towards the direction of the bathroom.

"Come on. How does a nice warm shower sound like to you?" He offered as he set her down on the sink counter, both of them wincing when he finally pulled out of her.

"I don't think I can use my legs." She clutched her stomach, face grimacing when she tried to move one of her legs.

"Lucky for you, I still have a lot of energy."

Wiggling his eyebrows at her, Y/N didn't catch onto his meaning until she looked down in between his legs and noticed what was poking up.

"Jongho?! Seriously!" Grabbing a nearby hand towel, she threw it straight at his laughing face.

"You said a nice warm shower." She reminded him.

"And you'll get it without hesitation."

Picking her up once again, he winked at her.

"Along with just a tiny quickie."

[jediken0bi]

You & I

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Spencer enjoy their day off together. Just pure fluff with some suggestive content. Nothing graphic though!

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It was a slow Sunday.

Spencer had one of his extremely rare days off which meant that today was dedicated to all the little acts of domestic intimacy that are usually cut short due to his schedule. Not that you would ever hold that against him. He loves his job very much but not once did you feel like you come second with him. The little time he does have to spend with you doing nothing in particular is always used to the fullest.

It always feels like you're stuck in your own little bubble for that time.

Like nothing's really bothering you, both of you too busy to catch up on the physical affections that felt short the week before.

Today was no different, thank god. Spencer might have the day off but his inner clock works as well as ever waking him up at 6am sharp.

Your boyfriend is not necessarily known for his stealth skills. His long limbs usually resulted in him either stumbling, tripping or sometimes even falling on random objects but he manages not to disturb you for another hour. He slowly untangles himself from you to take a quick shower and get an early start on breakfast.

Of course you wouldn't have minded either way. Every hour more with Spencer was a gift you wanted to make use of but you've had a rough day before and he wanted you to be fully relaxed once you start your day together.

When you eventually wake up it's because of the delicious smell of pancakes coming in waves towards you. You're smiling before you even open your eyes.

Today was going to be a good day.

Excited to spend the day with Spencer you don't put much thought into the outfit you're picking before leaving the bedroom to take a shower. You're planning on staying in after all. Lounge wear was definitely on the program!

Roughly 15 minutes later you're all set.

Hair in a messy bun, just like Spencer likes it. You never quite understood what he finds so attractive about a messiness that could resemble a birds nest on certain days.

You had actually asked him once but he only laughed, pulled you closer to him and pressed a small peck to your lips.

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"You look gorgeous to me. It's cute and gives off a domestic vibe" he said

You laughed out loud at this.

"Penny needs to stop feeding you millennial vocabulary"

He smiled widely and shook his head in agreement.

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It's been well over 3 weeks since you two last got to enjoy a full day together just cuddling and enjoying the others presence so you don't want to waste another second.

You throw on one of Spencers old hoodies and it ends up reaching your mid thigh. Looking at yourself you just shrug with a smile on your face and leave it at that.

You love how oversized his clothes are on you. It almost feels like a hug from him which has helped you through some of the lonelier nights when Spencer was working on cases across the states.

Not wanting to think about that too much right now you leave the bathroom to help your boyfriend in the kitchen.

Before you see him, you hear him humming some classical tune to himself.

This only widens the smile on your face.

When you finally reach the kitchen you don't think twice before walking up behind Spencer to wrap your arms around his torso.

"Good morning, Spence"

you half whisper into his skin.

Lucky for you, he's decided not to wear a shirt today.

You feel him slightly shiver at your actions which causes you to smile and press another kiss where your forehead was laying just seconds ago.

Spencer turns off the stove to look at you and before you know it you're already wrapped up in his arms. His hands have found their place on your waist and yours are settled neatly on his chest.

He takes in your appearance and looks at you with what you can only describe as awe.

"Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep? Feel better?"

You smile softly and nod.

Your arms slowly leave his chest to wrap themselves around his neck. You stop at the nape of his neck to play with the little curls that his shower has left him with.

He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against yours.

You press a small kiss to his lips.

"Much better, thank you"

He smiles contentedly at that and nods slightly.

"I'm glad. I missed you and i can't wait to spend all day in your arms"

You smile back at him and press another kiss to his lips. You have a feeling there's going to be a lot more of those today. The thought makes you giddy.

Spencer is rubbing small circles into your sides and you sigh softly.

"I missed you too. Wearing your clothes all the time just isn't the same as having you next to me. I'm glad you're here now"

One of his hands leaves your waist to tuck a lose strain of hair behind your ear. He leans in to press a firm kiss to your forehead.

"Me too. Although seeing you in my clothes never gets old"

He blushes a little and you smile at him with raised eyebrows. He lets out a embarrassed laugh. His hand wraps itself all the way around your waist to pull your body flush against his.

"Baby, you look gorgeous right now. I kind of hate how much my thoughts resemble those of a neanderthal in this moment but that's a price i'm more than willing to pay"

You're sure you turn a lovely shade of red to match Spencer.

The hands that previously caressed the nape of his neck are now buried in his hair. You see him close his eyes and it's making you giggle.

Just like he did seconds before, you use your grip on him to pull him closer.

"Then i guess we're even. How about i keep stealing your clothes and you keep not wearing any. Sound good?"

You kiss down his neck until you reach his collarbone. You bite down for a second before smoothing the skin over with your tongue. He shutters and you giggle into his shoulder.

"Sounds good to me"

His voice is barely more than a whisper and before things can get too heated you take a small step back to focus on breakfast instead.

Much to Spencers dismay.

He whines and tries to pull you closer again.

"Don't stop. I really did miss you a lot"

You wiggle out of his grip, laughing.

"I missed you too but we have all day for that. The acceptable time for breakfast is almost over and i wanna see what you made for me!"

You give him a sickeningly sweet smile and he bites down his lip in order to attempt to keep the smile off his face. He fails miserably.

"Fine, but cuddles afterwards?"

He looks down to avoid turning bright red at the request.

What you had to realize at the beginning of your relationship was that Spencer wasn't used to receiving affections just for the sake of it. No one's ever just held him, stroked his hair or intertwined his fingers with theirs.

At first you thought that's because Spencer wasn't particularly fond of said touches, but it turns no one's ever even offered.

The thought broke your heart. You've made it your mission to shower him in love as often as you could.

And Spencer ended up becoming addicted to your touch. He soaked up every little bit of affection you would give him. Soon it had become a mandatory thing in your household.

"Of course! And we can finally catch up on some reading. I missed having you read to me, Spence"

He hums in agreement and pulls you closer once again. You almost laugh at his attempt to row you into skipping breakfast. You let him have another moment. You know his week has been tough and you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to be in his arms right now.

"I did, too. It's one of those things that get me through the harder days. You've given me something to come home to and i don't think i've ever been happier"

He gives you a small peck and you wrap your arms back around his neck to hug him to your chest.

"I've never been happier either. I love you"

He squeezes you tighter and smiles into your shoulder.

"I love you too. So much"

You sigh happily

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The Princess Hold: a Jon, Martin and Also Martin Tale

@dathen​ asked and I'm attempting to deliver XD

Really wanted to do this anyway as a sort of writing exercise. I hope y'all like it!

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The Wind whipped around him angrily as though the air was cross at being forced to move around. The hallways, doors, shifting carpets, tacky plants and all that was that maze of a hotel were folding into themselves, creating a void for the air to rush in. Jon barely managed to find his bearings eventually completely losing his footing as the floor beneath him gave way into nothing. Vaguely he thought he was lucky he was on the bottom floor and immediately realized it didn't matter because now he was midair and falling fast.

He hardly had time to think beyond the bitter notion that while time and space didn't function, gravity seemed to work just fine when impact occurred.

Only it was not what he was expecting.

That is, it wasn't jarring or painful as it should have been. It was soft and gentle and made a muffled 'oomph' noise.

Jon tried to catch his breath as he looked up. His mind immediately calmed at the sight. Martin. His lovely Martin, slightly rattled was looking down at him as his arms were somehow wrapped around him in an almost princess hold.

But not quite.

Because the way he landed, there was no way a mere princess hold could catch him so securely and steadily. And that's when Jon looked up to his other side.

There was Martin. Again. As disheveled and surprised as the first.

"Christ, Jon??"

Jon whipped his head around to the first Martin. Then back to the other one. Then back again.

"Um..."

His mind took a moment to finally let the information seep in as he Knew what he was seeing. Oh. Interesting. It did not make it any less bizarre for him though. While fully comprehending what was going on he suddenly realized his current situation and his face began heating up.

"O-oh Martin. G-good. Um, it’s good to see you... both." He really didn't know which way to look and being held the way he was was not helping.

Martin (and... Also Martin?) must have read the daze and astonishment on his face because despite their evident bewilderment they both chuckled and gently set him down between them in perfect synchronization. They did not step back.

"W-what happened? We just got here, there was a hotel and suddenly..." Martin said, still confused.

"Jon what did you do this time?" The other Martin chided fondly.

"I, um, I killed Helen." They were not backing away and it was very distracting.

"Oh." Said one.

"Why?" Said the other.

Jon couldn't keep up. He just had a whole building implode like a black hole around him and he was still trying to adjust to the sudden change from being immersed in distorted, dizzying patterns to being back in the gray, eye-full, monotone landscape that now surrounded him and his beloved(s). He could hear the rain not too far away.

It was disorientating how nice and warm he suddenly felt. From both his sides. Both Martins had put their arms around his waist and back to steady him and kept their hands there. Two arms more than Jon was used to. It was strange. It was nice. It was... What were they talking about?

"Uhh.. I-It's a long story. Ish. I-I'll explain later." There is no way he could concentrate enough to explain all of the convoluted manipulation games he and Helen played. Not now when there are two very distracting persons standing so near him.

One Martin sighed "And of course you couldn't wait until you were safe outside to make her disappear."

"No. I'm sorry."

"It's okay Jon, we're just glad you're okay." The second Martin was stroking his back in reassuring circular motions.

"Uhh... H-how was your domain?" This is getting ridiculous. He needed a way to differentiate between the two Martin's in his mind otherwise he will just become more confused. He settled on a simple Right-Martin and Left-Martin where they were positioned around him accordingly.

"Uh, as you can probably tell, it was a... An enlightening journey of self discovery." Right-Martin said, eyeing Left-Martin reflectively. "I... didn't realize I’m quite so… argumentative."

Despite himself Jon snorted while Left-Martin rolled his eyes "Well..."

Right-Martin tightened his grip on Jon's back "Oh, be quiet you."

"I was going to say it goes both ways." Left-Martin smirked. "We had some important things to discuss so the split just... happened. Sort of underwhelming compared to what we're assuming you just went through, to be honest."

"Yeah." Right-Martin agreed.

"Hmm" Jon hummed, letting himself lean into Right-Martin's arms. He was quite groggy and being surrounded like this did not help him regain his attentiveness. Left-Martin stepped forward to sandwich Jon even further and buried his face in Jon's tousled hair. Right-Martin sighed and brought his arms down to tighten around Jon's lower back. Jon's breath stuttered slightly.

"So... Helen's gone then." Right-Martin said quietly.

"Yes." Jon breathed.

"Time to mourn?" Left-Martin asked. He lowered one hand to catch Jon's. It was a bit awkward in this position but his hand felt warm and secure so Jon wasn't complaining.

"You can if you want..." He looked up from Right-Martin's chest to his face. "Do you? want to mourn?"

"A bit? I mean, she was our friend, sort of."

"No she wasn't and you know it" Left-Martin quipped, squeezing Jon's hand. "She was just pretending to be our friend. Probably thought she had something to gain from it. You know how the Distortion is."

"Yeah, I guess. But she was one of the only other people we met on our journey that we could actually talk to. That must count for something, hm?"

"Maybe. But Jon killed her and probably had a good reason to, no?"

"Yeah, you're probably right, as usual." Right-Martin conceded begrudgingly.

"Well, when I'm right you're right. I'm you." Left-Martin stated and then unprompted leaned forward and planted a kiss on the Archivist’s left cheek.

Jon, who was half listening to the back and forth banter while blissfully basking in all that was his wonderful boyfriend Martin, started. "Wha-"

"Hey!" Right-Martin exclaimed.

Left-Martin rolled his eyes again. "Come on, you know you want to. Look how lovely and adorable he is." He pecked Jon's cheek again. Jon’s face was at this point so warm he felt like a Desolation domain in the making.

"Fine, yeah I do." Right-Martin tentatively looked at Jon who stared back wide eyed and gently leaned to plant an identical kiss on his right cheek.

Jon was almost gone at this point. This was more overwhelming than the confusion the Distortion tried to enforce on him. He hugged Right-Martin back with one arm and squeezed Left-Martin hand where it held his. They stayed that way for another moment before Jon gently extracted himself from between them, attempting to regain some semblance of control. He coughed and moved to straighten his hopelessly disheveled clothes and hair.

He could feel Martin slowly returning to himself, the effect of his domain wearing off as Left-Martin began fading while drifting closer to Right-Martin with a wispy, floating quality about him.

Jon was a bit disappointed at that. But maybe it was for the best. He's not sure he'd be able to handle having two of his boyfriend, even in the long run. Especially in the long run.

"M-Martin. Um... That was... Interesting. Th-thank you for the kisses."

Left-Martin let out one final snort before he faded into Right-Martin and became just. Martin.

They looked at each other a moment longer, drinking in one another's sight with endless affection. Jon broke the silence.

"If you need a moment to adjust, to... to mourn, take your time. But not too long."

Martin sighed in mixed relief and melancholy as he felt the effects of the merge. He smiled at Jon gently and asked "Why the sudden rush?"

"See that over there?" Jon pointed to the grey horizon, dark shapes sticking out like strange twisted fingers. "That's London"

"Oh." Martin said in a hushed tone. He laced his fingers with Jon's as they stood there, taking in the view.

"This is it then. The final leg of the journey."

"Yes." Jon said. "Let's find out if my efforts to clear our path were actually worthwhile."

"Hmm?" Martin hummed, confused.

"I'll explain on the way. Come on let's go."

He smiled fondly, oh so fondly at Martin, squeezing his hand.

Martin smiled back, lifted the hand to kiss it and stepped forward.

Jon followed suit and hand in hand they walked away from their meeting point, towards the unknown fate ahead.

[hitoshisbabygirl]

Authors Notes ♡: ah winter is here and that means Christmas cheer! This collab here made me feel like making my story sweet instead of steamy for now. I really love just the idea of a snowed in confession, just having fun, playing games and then just admitting how much you love your bestfriend , roommate or just that special person in your life anyways ~ I hope you enjoy reading this and much as I did writing it ~ bunny ❥

Warnings :None! Just soft confessions , a bit steamy at the end but I think that’s it!

Word count : about 1k!

Paring(s) :Shinsou Hitoshi x F! Reader

I’m thinking of making a part two for this! (With our nsfw but fluffy ending!) ♡

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Sleigh Bells

H. Shinsou

Looking out of the window , [ ] sighed as she saw the snow pick up outside. She didnt thinkthe news would be so correct with this upcoming storm, the last few days being clear as they kept predicting this mess staring to happen. Hearing the door to her apartment door jiggling , she went to get up until her wild haired roommate had gotten the door open himself, orchid colored eyes making contact with her [ ] ones as she gave him a msile , him giving one back as he placed down food , starting to disassemble his outside wear. “Its...very cold outside” He laughed as [ ] helped put up drinks and open their food. “I can only imagine Toshi” she giggled as Hitoshi gave a small huff to the nickname. “Youre always gonna call me toshi huh?” hegave the shorter girl a smirk as she laughed, pushing his shoulder. “Aw dont act like you hate it , you love me and my nicknames” [ ] declared as he waved her off , flopping to their couch.”I'm surprised they were right this time’ HItoshi started as [ ] agreed, sipping the drink she has with her meal.”Its crazy how much snow is outside, also thank you for dinner, i was starving” She said as he started to eat his own diner, the two of them falling into a comfortable silence.

The two of them have been friends since their first year of high school together finding out that they both ended up wanting to be in the hero course , with her ending up in 1-A and him going to the normal corses until he was able to move up. The two of them became closer as they had more classes as they got older. Now living in an apartment together made eachother realize how much fun together. It also made them realize how much each person had grew. Hitoshi was already tall when they were in highschool, but not he easily towered over her, and for [. ] she was always beautiful to Hitoshi but all of the confidence she gained as they kept through school pushed his shy friend to be more social and comfortable around their friends. He didn’t understand why his heart would beat fast when she looked his way , laughed , smiled or simply was around. Without warning the lights allumianting their kitchen flickered and turned off. “Hey Toshi...we paid the bill right?” [. ] said with a hesitant laugh as he looked out the window, slowly seeing others lights turn off as well. “Well if we didn’t...neither did the entire city” he laughed back, looking at the forecaster as it called for heavy power outages, their apartment being right in the middle of it.

“The power should be on hopefully in the morning at this rate” he said as a groan fell from [. ]’s lips “So if we have no power, what should we do with us being in the dark?” And with that question came candle lights, board games and stories. Hitoshi and [. ] began making a game and tell night, where the two of them talked and played some of the games they kept whenever their friends came over. Sitting there by themselves and making the most of everything made Him realize how much he loved her company, and to his own dismay how much he had a crush on her. Seeing that he was spacing out she called to him, snapping him back into reality “Hm I sorry..what were we talking about?” Hitoshi said as she game him a gentle smile “geez you really weren’t listening, I was just saying how much I’m enjoying this, it’s been a long time since we got quality time like this together!” [. ] giggled as he internally felt his heart grow.

Sucking in air he leaned forward and gave [. ] a hug as she froze, hugging her violet haired friend back, giggling as she hugged him tighter. “Shinsou giving affection, what is this? I guess I wish this storm had came sooner in” she said as that stopped him in his tracks, his eyes wandering to hers as he gave her a genuine smile “I love when you call my name” He admitted softly as [. ] felt her face heat up. “W-what are you talking about, you little perv” She teased as he just pulled her closer, tilting her face to his “I love a lot about you [. ] , your smile, your laugh, the way you make me feel, everything. I love our friendship.. and I don’t want to lose it by having these feelings but...I think I’m in love with you already...” Hitoshi spilled closing his eyes as he couldn’t take looking at her so close.

Feeling a warm sensation to his cheek was the last this on his list ashe cracked an eye open, soft , loving eyes looking back at him “Well im glad you admittted that...because I’m in love with you toshi..” [. ] admitted back as the violet haired man gave her a bigger smile, crashing his lips against herself with a hard, but gentle kiss as she let out a gasp, kissing him back just as sweet until they pulled apart, both pairs of eyes wide. Starting to apologize, Hitoshi opened his mouth to only be shut by another kiss, this one having more passion than his own. Starting to feel his head swirl , Hitoshi picked up [. ] and placed her in his lap, making the smaller girl squeal as they got hot and heavy on their living room floor. [. ] being able to finally get her lips free she laughed, giving the male under her a smack on the chest and they both tried to catch their breaths.

“Wow...that was...hot? Definitely warmed me up” [. ] giggled as she went to roll off of him only to be pulled back down, a shiver going down her spine as the once innocent and shy Hitoshi was now looking like a hungry wolf at the sight of prey, a smirk crossing his lips. “Then let me make you really warm now hm? What I have in mind will..definitely keep us occupied as well” He whispered in her ear as she bit her lip, going to move away until a soft pain of lips touched her neck...