#if something is missing and there’s a cat laying on your bed odds are it’s beneath them

[lilmeowmeowsagelesath]

being a cat owner sure came in handy for playing elite tag and guessing where the missing wallet was 😅

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how about Kenma getting addicted to the taste of reader's tits? 🤭

refuge // kozume kenma

tw ⇢ tooth-rotting fluff, cuddling, needy!kenma, praise kink, nipple play, fingering, kenma’s love for apple pie, anything else i missed

wc ⇢ 4.2k

The bedroom was awash in the warm, honeyed glow of the bedside lamp when Kenma shuffled in, steps heavy with exhaustion. You glanced up from your book to take in his appearance, heart immediately going out to him.

His normally bright eyes were glazed and half-lidded, dark smudges underneath standing out starkly against his pale skin. Strands of hair, still slightly damp from his post-practice shower, had escaped his messy bun to frame his face in wispy tendrils. The black roots were starting to show through more prominently, bleeding into the bleached ends.

"Hey you," you greeted softly, setting your book aside and opening your arms in invitation. "Long day?"

Kenma made a vague grunt of affirmation, clambering onto the bed and immediately collapsing onto you. His chin dug into your sternum as he nuzzled close, seeking comfort, and you bit back a wince.

"We had morning practice, then classes, then more practice after school," he grumbled, voice muffled by your sleep shirt. "I think Kuroo is trying to kill me."

You made a sympathetic sound, fingers finding their way into Kenma's hair to scratch lightly at his scalp - something you knew always helped him relax. "I'm sorry, baby. That sounds brutal."

"Mmmph." Kenma shifted a bit until his head was pillowed more comfortably on your stomach, arms loosely curled around your hips. "S'okay. This helps."

Warmth bloomed in your chest at his admission. Kenma wasn't always the most verbally demonstrative with his affections, so hearing him say that - knowing he found solace in your arms - made you feel cherished.

For a while, the two of you just lay there like that, breathing together in the quiet stillness of the bedroom. Your fingers continued their soothing ministrations, gently combing through silky strands and lightly scratching at Kenma's nape and behind his ears. Every now and then he'd let out a barely audible hum, melting further into you as the tension gradually seeped out of his muscles.

These were some of your favorite moments - just holding Kenma close and feeling him unwind, knowing you were his safe harbor. Whether he was stressed from volleyball practice, drained from too much social interaction, or just stiff from too many hours hunched over a game - he always seemed to seek you out, craving your soft, grounding touch.

Usually, Kenma was content to rest his head in your lap while you sat propped against the headboard, dozing as you ran gentle fingers through his hair or massaged his scalp. Or he'd stretch out between your legs on his stomach, face pillowed on your thighs as you rubbed his back in long, firm strokes.

But today, as the minutes ticked by, you began to sense a restlessness in him, a dissatisfaction in the way he kept shifting minutely against you. His brow was furrowed, nose scrunching slightly, like he couldn't get completely settled.

"Everything okay?" you asked quietly, smoothing your thumb over the wrinkle between his eyebrows.

"Mmm." Kenma's answer was decidedly noncommittal. He turned his face more fully into your belly, nuzzling the soft pudge like a cat trying to make a bed more comfortable. "Just...I dunno. Can't relax."

He huffed out a frustrated breath that tickled your skin through your thin cotton tee. Then, in a move that surprised you, he pushed himself up on his elbows to frown down at your midsection almost accusingly. "It's too...this isn't soft enough."

You couldn't help it - a burst of laughter escaped you at his petulant expression, so at odds with his usual controlled stoicism. "Are you calling me bony, Kozume?" you teased, poking him in the side.

Kenma squirmed away from your prodding finger, nose wrinkling adorably. "No," he denied, but the flush rising on his cheeks said otherwise. "I just...I need..." He trailed off, clearly frustrated with his inability to articulate what he wanted.

Patient as ever, you just watched him, one hand rubbing soothingly up and down his spine as you waited for him to sort out his thoughts. Kenma's eyes darted around, landing everywhere but your face as he struggled for words.

Finally, he sat up fully, knees bracketing your hips as he hovered over you. His gaze roamed your body slowly, almost appraisingly, and you fought the urge to squirm under the intensity of it. When his eyes landed on your chest and widened fractionally, a glimmer of interest sparking in their golden depths, your breath caught.

Kenma licked his lips, an unconscious gesture that made heat prickle under your skin. He reached out a tentative hand, fingertips grazing the curve of your breast through your shirt. "Maybe..." He swallowed audibly. "Maybe these would be better?"

It took you a second to compute his meaning, brain momentarily stalled by his touch, light as it was. When it clicked, you couldn't contain your amused grin. "Are you asking to motorboat me, Kenma?"

"What? No!" His response was immediate and adorably flustered, cheeks going pink. He snatched his hand back like he'd been scalded. "That's not - I wasn't - I just thought -"

Taking pity on him, you gentled your smile and reached for his hand, guiding it back to your chest. "I'm just teasing, baby. Here..." Maintaining eye contact, you placed his palm more fully over your breast, shivering slightly when his fingers reflexively curled around the soft mound. "Is this what you wanted?"

Kenma's blush intensified, creeping up to the tips of his ears, but he didn't pull away. He nodded shyly, thumb rubbing almost reverently over your nipple. It stiffened under his touch, the thin fabric of your shirt doing nothing to mute the sensation, and you bit your lip to stifle a gasp.

"Well, in that case..." Reaching up, you curled your fingers into the loose collar of your sleep shirt and tugged it down a bit, exposing the gentle swells of your breasts. "Mi casa es su casa."

Your playful tone startled a laugh out of Kenma, breathy and warm against your skin. The sound made affection swell in your chest, bright and buoyant. He so rarely laughed fully; each one felt like a gift.

Slowly, giving you time to change your mind, Kenma lowered himself down until he was stretched out on top of you, head coming to rest on your chest. You felt his hesitant exhale, the flutter of his lashes against your skin as his eyes slid closed. A heartbeat passed, two, three...and then he relaxed fully against you, a sigh of bone-deep contentment escaping him.

"Oh," he breathed, sounding a little wondering. "This is...wow."

You couldn't help but agree. There was something profoundly intimate about holding him like this, his lean body a line of warmth against yours from chest to toes. You felt surrounded by him, enveloped. Safe. Cherished.

Winding your arms around Kenma's narrow shoulders, you pulled him incrementally closer and pressed a lingering kiss to the crown of his head. "Comfy?" you murmured into his hair.

"Mmmm." It was more a purr than a word, drowsy and utterly content. Kenma nuzzled into the valley between your breasts like he was trying to burrow into you. "Very. You're so soft. And warm. And you smell good."

Your heart turned over behind your ribs, so full of tender affection you thought it might burst. Kenma was rarely so artless with his praise, the sincere words made clumsy by impending sleep. It was painfully endearing.

"Glad to be of service," you whispered, unwilling to disturb the cocoon of hushed intimacy enveloping you. "Sweet dreams, lovely boy."

Kenma made a small, agreeable noise and you felt his lips curve into a smile against your skin. His limbs grew heavy and lax as sleep pulled him under, one arm curled possessively around your waist and a leg thrown over your thigh.

For a long while you simply held him, cheek resting against his silky hair, drinking in the peaceful rise and fall of his chest. Your fingers traced idle patterns over his back and shoulders, following the dips and planes of lean muscle and the delicate ridges of his spine. Each steady, trusting exhale fanning over your skin felt like a precious gift.

This beautiful boy, so reserved and guarded with the rest of the world, felt safe enough in your arms to let himself be vulnerable. To seek comfort and care without fear of judgment. Your throat tightened at the thought, overcome with tenderness.

Shifting carefully, trying not to jostle Kenma, you craned your neck to study his slack features. The ever-present furrow between his brows had smoothed out and his lips were parted slightly, long lashes fanned over his cheekbones. The late-afternoon sunlight filtering through the blinds gilded his skin and set his pale hair aglow, surrounding him in a hazy nimbus.

He looked so young like this, untroubled and ethereally lovely. You felt almost breathless with the need to bundle him close, to shelter him from anything that might dim the contented glow suffusing his face. Kenma carried tension in every line of his body, a quiet sort of melancholy that broke your heart.

If you could give him respite from that, even just for a little while...if you could be his safe harbor, his soft place to land when the world become too much...you would consider yourself the luckiest person alive.

Careful not to disturb Kenma's rest, you fished your phone off the nightstand and set an alarm to wake you in an hour. As much as you would've loved to let him sleep as long as he needed, you knew he'd be upset if he missed dinner. Growing boys needed their fuel, as he often reminded you with a wry smile when you questioned his truly heroic food intake.

That task done, you curled your body more securely around Kenma's, savoring the warm solidity of him in your arms. With a sigh of utter contentment, you closed your eyes and let yourself drift, surrounded by the boy you loved.

The shrill chime of your phone alarm roused you some time later. You groaned softly, nose scrunching in displeasure, and fumbled to turn it off. Beside you, Kenma stirred, making a sleepy sound of protest at being disturbed.

"Sorry, baby," you rasped, voice thick with disuse. You ran a soothing hand up and down his back. "Didn't mean to wake you."

Kenma grumbled something unintelligible and burrowed deeper into your cleavage like he could block out the world if he just tried hard enough. You bit the inside of your cheek, fighting a smile. Who knew Kozume Kenma was a secret cuddle monster?

The rumbling of your stomach broke the drowsy silence a moment later, seconded almost immediately by an answering growl from Kenma's. You huffed out a laugh, carding your fingers through the cornsilk hair at the nape of his neck. "Sounds like it's dinner time for us. Want me to order something?"

"Nooo." The petulant whine was muffled by your skin. "Don't wanna move. 'M comfy."

"I know, lovely, but we need to eat." You stroked your knuckles down the knobs of his spine, gentling him like a grumpy kitten. "Tell you what - if you let me up, I promise I'll order from that place you like with the apple pie. And you can use me as a pillow again while we eat."

There was a considering pause as Kenma clearly weighed your words. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head. Finally, he heaved a tremendously put-upon sigh and rolled away to flop on his back, one arm slung over his eyes.

"Fiiiine," he dragged out, peeking at you from under his elbow. "But there better be pie or I'm staging a protest."

"So demanding." You grinned, leaning over to smack a kiss to his cheek before sliding out of bed. "You're lucky you're cute."

Kenma's outraged sputter followed you out of the room, making you giggle into your palm. Riling him up was entirely too much fun. You knew you'd pay for it later - he'd probably rope you into being his player 2 for some new co-op game he'd been obsessed with - but it would be worth it. Time spent with Kenma was never time wasted.

When you returned to the bedroom, bags of takeout in hand, it was to find Kenma propped up against the headboard in one of your old, oversized sweatshirts, tapping away at his PSP. He glanced up when you entered, nose twitching appreciatively at the savory scent wafting from the bags.

"That was quick," he commented, setting his game aside to make grabby hands at the food.

"I may have bribed Yamamoto with a free teriyaki bowl to sprint over here. And before you ask, yes - I got the pie."

"My hero." Kenma's smile was tiny but genuine, eyes soft as he watched you unpack containers of gyudon and steamed veggies. "Have I mentioned lately that I love you?"

You paused, chopsticks hovering over a piece of beef, and tilted your head at him. "Are you talking to me or the pie?"

Kenma's lips twitched like he was fighting a grin. "Can't it be both?"

That startled a bright laugh out of you, head tipping back with the force of it. "Wow, okay, I see how it is. Nice to know where I stand."

Setting the food aside, you crawled up the bed and swung a leg over Kenma's hips to straddle him. His hands settled automatically on your thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into the sensitive inner skin. Cupping his face in your palms, you dipped down to touch your forehead to his, noses brushing.

"I love you too, you brat," you murmured against his mouth. "Even if I have to compete with baked goods for your affection."

Kenma's lips curved into a rare, full-blown grin, cheeks rounding out under your palms. "No competition," he said simply, tilting his chin up to slot your mouths together.

He kissed you slow and deep, a leisurely exploration that made your toes curl. Slender fingers crept under the hem of your- his shirt to stroke the skin of your lower back, making you shiver and press closer. You sighed into it, arms sliding around his neck as you sank into him.

After long, drugging minutes, Kenma drew back to rest his forehead against yours again. His eyes were soft and hazy when they met yours, full of quiet adoration. "Apple pie's got nothing on you."

The words were light, a little irreverent, but you heard the deeper meaning under them - the steadfast devotion, the promise inherent in each syllable. Your heart swelled, straining against the cage of your ribs with the force of your love for this beautiful, brilliant boy.

Unable to articulate the depth of your emotions, you simply kissed him again, winding your arms tighter around him as if you could fuse your bodies into one being. Kenma sighed against your mouth, melting into your embrace like coming home.

Later, bellies full and limbs heavy with encroaching sleep, you watched through drooping lids as Kenma set aside his empty pie tin with a satisfied sigh. He caught you looking and cocked an eyebrow, mouth curving into a lazy smirk.

"Good?" you asked.

"So good. That pie never lets me down." Kenma patted his stomach, then held his arms out to you in clear demand. "Now c'mere. I need my human pillow."

Stifling a laugh, you obediently crawled into his arms and let him arrange you to his liking - head nestled on your chest, arms banded around your waist to hold you close. He nuzzled his face into your softness with a contented hum, already boneless and pliant with impending sleep.

"Hey," he mumbled a moment later, voice muffled by your chest. "Wanna try something else…"

You pulled back slightly to look at Kenma, a curious tilt to your head. "Oh? What did you have in mind?"

Kenma ducked his head, peering up at you through his lashes almost shyly. A faint blush dusted his cheekbones, but there was a glimmer of heat in his golden eyes that made your pulse kick up a notch.

Slowly, deliberately, he slid his hands up your sides to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over the peaked nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt. You inhaled sharply at the sensation, back arching into his touch.

"Just wanna feel you," Kenma murmured, gaze heavy-lidded and intent on your face. "Wanna make you feel good."

Your breath hitched, arousal unfurling hot and syrupy in your veins at his words. Wordlessly, you reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. Kenma's eyes darkened, pupils blown wide as they raked over your bared skin.

Leaning down, you captured his lips in a searing kiss, licking into his mouth with purpose. Kenma groaned softly, fingers flexing on your breasts as he kissed you back just as fiercely before pulling back for air.

Kenma's heated gaze raked over your bare chest, pupils blown wide with desire as he took in the sight of your breasts. Slowly, almost reverently, he cupped the soft mounds in his palms, relishing the weight of them. His thumbs grazed your nipples, circling the dusky peaks until they pebbled under his touch.

Kenma's eyes were riveted to your chest, pupils blown wide and dark with desire as he took in the sight of your bare breasts. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, tongue darting out to wet his lips unconsciously.

"Can I...?" His hands hovered just shy of touching, fingers twitching with the effort of holding back.

"Please," you breathed, arching your spine in clear offering. "Touch me, Kenma."

Permission granted, he wasted no time in cupping the soft mounds again, relishing the weight of them in his palms. Your flesh spilled between his fingers, impossibly smooth and warm. He squeezed gently, wonderingly, thumbs grazing the dusky peaks and feeling them stiffen further under his touch.

Leaning down, Kenma traced the tip of his nose along the curve of your breast, breathing in the scent of your skin. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to the silken flesh, tongue darting out to taste you. Your breath hitched as he moved higher, laving the sensitive underside before finally closing his lips around the straining peak.

A low moan escaped you at the sensation of wet heat enveloping your nipple. Kenma suckled gently at first, tongue lapping languidly as he savored the feel of the taut bud in his mouth. His free hand palmed your other breast, rolling and plucking at the nipple until you were arching into his touch with a needy whimper.

Kenma released your nipple with a soft pop, blowing cool air over the damp flesh and making you shiver. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the rosy peak, glistening with his saliva and swollen from his ministrations. Pride swelled in his chest at how responsive you were to him, at the way you trembled for his mouth alone.

"So perfect," he murmured, voice low and rough with want. "I could spend hours just worshipping these pretty breasts. Sucking and licking until you can't take anymore..."

You keened high in your throat, fingers tangling almost desperately in his hair. "Please, Kenma..."

Compelled by your breathy plea, he dipped his head again to lave attention on your other breast. He licked broad stripes over the soft flesh, trailing the tip of his tongue around your areola before drawing lazy circles over the straining peak. Your answering moan was music to his ears, urging him on.

Kenma increased the suction, hollowing his cheeks as he suckled harder. He grazed the sensitive bud with his teeth, soothing the sting with flicks of his tongue when you cried out. He alternated between lapping kittenishly and sucking deep, until your nipple was red and throbbing, until you were writhing beneath him and panting his name like a prayer.

Only then did he release you, admiring his handiwork through heavy-lidded eyes. Both of your breasts were heaving, the flesh damp, nipples swollen and glistening obscenely. The sight made heat spark through his veins, desire throbbing insistently in his core.

"Kenma," you whined, back bowing as you shamelessly presented yourself for more. "Don't stop, please..."

"Shh, I've got you baby." Kenma smoothed his hands over your sensitive flesh, massaging gently. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet."

True to his word, he ducked back down to mouth at your nipple again, suckling ardently as his fingers plucked at its twin. He kept at it for long, blissful minutes, until the world narrowed down to the heat of his mouth on you and the ache building between your thighs.

Kenma's mouth was unrelenting against your sensitive flesh, alternating between soft suckles and firmer draws that made your toes curl. He seemed determined to map every inch of your breasts with his lips and tongue, leaving no patch of skin untasted.

You arched into the wet heat of his mouth with a throaty moan, your hands fisting in his hair to hold him close. Each pull of his lips sent sparks of electricity zinging down your spine, stoking the fire smoldering in your core. You could feel yourself growing slick with arousal, empty and aching for his touch.

"Kenma," you panted, voice wrecked and needy. "Feels so good, don't stop..."

He hummed against your breast in response, the vibrations making you gasp. Encouraged by your reactions, he redoubled his efforts, suckling harder and grazing the sensitive peak with his teeth. His tongue swirled around the pebbled bud, flicking rhythmically in a way that had you seeing stars.

Just when the pleasure was verging on too much, Kenma released your nipple with a final lingering lick. You whimpered at the loss of his warm mouth, back arching in wordless invitation. He soothed you with soft kisses peppered across the swell of your breast, hands kneading gently at your flesh.

"So perfect," he breathed reverently, nose nuzzling the valley between your breasts. "I could worship these for hours and never get my fill. Love how responsive you are, how easily you come undone for me..."

Your only response was a shuddering moan, head tipping back against the pillows as Kenma continued his sensual assault. He seemed fascinated by the weight of your breasts in his palms, the plushness of them against his lips. Like he was determined to memorize every dip and curve, every hitch in your breathing.

And you were more than content to let him take his fill, to lose yourself in the magic of his mouth as he laved attention on your aching nipples. Every draw of his lips sent molten heat flooding your veins, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. You felt unbearably empty, desperate for friction where you needed it most.

As if reading your mind, Kenma released your breast with a final suctioning kiss. He raised his head to lock blown-black eyes with yours, his thumb sweeping maddeningly over your nipple.

"I've got you," he rasped, voice like gravel. His other hand skated teasingly down your stomach, over the trembling plane of your abdomen. "Gonna take care of you, give you what you need. Gonna make you feel so good, baby..."

The broken keen that spilled from your lips was completely involuntary, torn from someplace deep inside you. "Please, Kenma... need you."

The corner of his mouth kicked up in a small, wicked smile. He looked utterly debauched hovering above you, lips red and slick, golden eyes molten with desire.

Without breaking eye contact, he dipped his head to close his lips around your nipple once more. At the same time, his wandering hand slipped lower, fingertips grazing the lace edge of your panties. Your hips canted up in shameless offering, a silent plea for more that he was all too happy to answer.

Kenma took his time working you up with lips and tongue while clever fingers slowly teased your entrance, until you were writhing beneath him, until you were balanced on a razor's edge and begging for release. He brought you to the brink again and again, only to ease you back down, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from your trembling form.

Through it all, his mouth never ceased its worship of your breasts, suckling and licking until you were boneless and overwrought. Until the world fell away and your entire existence narrowed down to the pull of his lips, the slick slide of his tongue, the feeling of his dexterous fingers sliding between your soaked folds.

And when his fingers finally delved into slick heat of your pussy and crooked just so, when his teeth grazed your nipple in tandem with a particularly devastating thrust, the coil in your belly snapped. Ecstasy crashed over you in a tidal wave, Kenma's name a broken litany on your tongue as he worked you through it, wringing out every last aftershock until you collapsed against the sheets.

Kenma released your breast with a final soothing lick, pressing a tender kiss over your thundering heart. He watched you come down with a soft, reverent expression, fingertips tracing idle patterns on your overheated skin.

"Gorgeous," he murmured, pressing his lips to your collarbone, your throat, the hinge of your jaw. "Absolutely stunning. I'm so lucky you're mine."

You hummed contentedly, threading your fingers through his hair to pull him down for a slow, sweet kiss. You poured every ounce of adoration and gratitude you felt into it, hoping he could taste the love on your tongue.

"I'm the lucky one," you whispered against his lips. Hooking a leg over his hip, you rolled your bodies until he was nestled in the cradle of your thighs, exactly where he belonged. "Now it's my turn to worship you."

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Can I request Drunk! Reader x outsiders gang where reader wants to be picked up by Darry but is silent about it and just stares at Darry until they figure out what she wants? (Group reaction? PLEASE and Thank you if you do it ❤️)

Summary: You want to be picked up by Darry

Warnings: crude language and humor, mentions of intoxication, cigarettes and smoking

Author's Note: trying to get as many reqs done as possible, the weeks js been a little hectic xx

It was no shock to the gang that you could get a little...odd when you were drunk. Often finding little animals to pick up and share with others or randomly talking to people on the street.

They always thought your extroverted kindness was rather adorable so they always tried to plan hangouts that involved cheap liquor (not just to see you but to actually hangout).

There was an unnerving silence that surrounded you, 4 shots deep and yet to make an unpredictable move that would have the gang laughing their asses off. Instead, your eyes zeroed in on Darry, like an adorable cat trying to hunt.

"Looks like you got an admirer, Dare" Two Bit laughed, taking the cancer stick from his mouth and rolling it between his fingers. Darry looked up from his beer bottle, eyes roaming the room until they landed on you.

"She looks like she's gonna rip you to shreds," Soda joked. Your eyes never faltered from their piercing gaze, and Darry found himself staring back like it was a challenge.

"Man, just ask the girl what she wants already," Dallas interjected, his brittle New York accent cutting the air with jagged lines. Darry cracked a small smile before pointing at Steve, Pony and Johnny who had all passed out on the couch.

"Shouldn't we deal with those three first?" He chuckled, watching your hands fidget out of the side of his eye.

"Man, don't be a dumbass," Dallas's voice dropped lower, like he was trying to whisper, "you might miss out on your chance to lay her," he smirked and Darry shook his head. He pushed up from the armchair he was sitting in and walked over to you, your eyes following him.

"You alright?" He asked, genuine concern over his face. Your eyes flicked to his arms and he looks down confused.

"Somethin' on my arm?" He asked before Soda interjected, laughing so hard tears pricked his eyes.

"Whats so funny, Soda?" Darry asked, frustratedly.

"Man, you are something else, Y/n" Soda said, joking with you. "She wants you to hold her," he flicked his wrist lazily, adding soke dramatics to it.

Darry looked at you confused, "Really?"

"What're you waiting for, Super? Pick 'er up!" Two hooted, and Dally and Soda laughed wildly.

Your big eyes stared up at him with a doe like quality, and he sighed, reaching around you and pulling you up. You let out a small laugh, wrapping your arms around his chest to secure yourself.

"Happy now?" He asked, a small smile playing at his lips. You just laughed harder.

"C'mon, Y/n, let's get these babies to bed," he said, tilting his head to Steve, Pony and Johnny who were still peacefully asleep.

[mayearies]

CATS ALIKE .. miles g. morales ⟡

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 miles g. morales x fem! reader , fluff , no disclaimer

𐦍༘⋆ SYNOPSIS; you wanted a cat. miles did not. he made this pretty clear. he ignored, dismissed, and persuaded you to stop asking for a while. however, it came back again and again and again. guess how he caved.

WC; 728

𐦍༘⋆ NOTES; old fic i wrote also test for engagement i guess

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he purposely avoided your eyes for a while now. a little bit too long for both of your liking. he flipped through thr channels on the tv as he held you in his lap and you kissed him all over his face, muttering the word ‘please’ without break.

miles grumbled, knowing he would cave pretty soon. he had a sweet tooth for those chocolate lips of yours. he sighed loudly, throwing his head back on the arm of the sofa before looking at you with an annoyed expression. “if i do this for you, promise me you’ll shut up about it.” you nodded in glee.

you knew how to hold your end of the bargain, just one small favor. one small thing couldnt hurt his cold and stoic soul. he took you to the nearest petshop on the block since you wanted this more than ever. a cat.

miles didn’t like the idea. he was away most nights and didnt want something there to create more of a mess than you already did of his room (he would scold you but you knew he didnt really care that much). he could think of a million reasons why this was a bad idea. the only plus was that it was cute.

“which one you want, ma?” he followed you down the isle of cages and cries of the kittens, “preferably not the ones that shed a lot.” his voice sounded uneasy and skeptical. he knew how bad you wanted this.

“relax a little. these little things are so cute, how could you not want one?” 

he crossed his arms and watched as you stuck your hands into the bars to pet each one of them, to which some would hiss and deny. “maybe because i dont like cats,” he hissed. “their fur gets everywhere.”

“i say it’s worth it,” you replied sassily to match his tone.

“of course you do.”

you saw one in particular that caught your attention. a black cat that was missing an eye. the shopkeeper said he was born that way and that nothing was wrong with him. he was adorable, just as fiesty too. it didnt let you touch it until it smelled your hand. even then it was still ready to fight. reminds you of someone else you know. “i want this one.”

“the things i do for you.”

you laughed under your breath, “you say it like it’s a bad thing.”

that night, you were so excited to play with the little guy. miles however, could care less. he didnt want much to do with it. well, it may not come off as that because he bought the most expensive bed and cat litter for it, despite it being no older than a few weeks. 

you wanted to play with it first, but where’s the fun in that? “how about, i set up the cat litter and stuff and you get to know our new friend together?” miles raised an eyebrow as he set down the carrier. “is this some typa excuse?”

“no! just spend some time with it. last thing i ask, i promise.”

miles sighed and agreed. so much for promises. he opened the cage and waited for it to crawl out, but it didn’t. the sudden change in enviornment and scent must’ve been just kicking in. he reached his finger into the cage and felt the ends of the whiskers ticking it. then, it licked him. he wasn’t taken aback by it but it felt odd.

you finished installing the cat litter box and started walking towards the living room once you heard the tv on again, “so, how’d it-“ and the last thing you thought you’d see tonight just laid in front of you. miles was watching the screen as the little furball wrapped around itself on his chest. it was purring and by the torn fabric in his hood, you could tell it was kneading him.

“well, look who got along,” miles glared at you for that as you walked over to lay down behind him. “still don’t like cats?”

he playfully scoffed and rolled his eyes, his fingers drifting and gazling along the fur of its tail. “im still wondering why you chose that name for him.”

“whats wrong with it?” 

“who names their cat ‘meows morales?’”

@ MAYEARIES ‘23

[gay-opossum-in-the-garbage]

DoeBall

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Summary: You don’t recognize Doe in his true form at first

Warning(s): Mentions of obsessive behaviors, not proof read

Pairing: GN Reader X John Doe/Can also be read as You X John Doe

Perspective: 2nd person past tense

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You had been cleaning for god knows how long. You wished that you could just lay in bed all day with your day off, but with how dirty your love was and how small the apartment was, it was a necessary evil.

Speaking of your love, he had been gone for a while now.

He was constantly wracked with anxiety when you left the house to buy groceries without him because of how dangerous the Valley was (and his general clinginess) so he insisted on doing the grocery run while you cleaned the apartment.

And you were perfectly fine with that, sure you loved him but his obsessiveness got a bit tiring at times. It was nice to spend a little time alone.

But it was a tad bit odd that he had been gone for so long. You checked the digital clock on the counter.

6:64 pm

He had left 3 hours ago. Usually he only took around an hour to do groceries since he only needed to visit one general store. That combined with the fact it was raining heavily outside made your stomach twist just a bit. You sighed and decided to focus on cleaning for now.

He’s fine. He’ll be fine.

No matter how many times you swept there was just more and more dust. You made another dust pile and sat on one knee, struggling to sweep the dust into the dust pan with the strange angle. Trying to maneuver the broom with just one hand was straining your wrist.

You sat there for what felt like 30 minutes just sweeping up the little lines that the pile made. You had finally whittled it down to one little line, and you finally breathed a sigh of relief as you swept it into the dustpan. You stood up and looked down at the floor.

There was still another line of dust.

You breathed a long frustrated sigh and slapped the dustpan on the kitchen island. You were going to put the broom away when you heard something from the living room.

*CRASH*

You jumped and tightly gripped the broom, eyes wide staring at the closed door separating the kitchen and living room.

You silently listened for any other sound, staying stone still.

You breathed in and out deeply and consistently, slowly creeping towards the oak door. You gripped the cold door handle, the cold contrasting your sweaty palms.

You breathed in and flung the door open charging head first into your small living room.

You let go of your breath and felt your shoulder relax a bit as your stared confused at the scene in front of you.

A big 2 foot ball of wet, black, curly hair with a big, yellow eyeball in its center was standing (well it didn’t really have legs, sitting?) in the middle of the room. It simply stared at you, looking shell-shocked.

It suddenly pounced at you at lightning speed. You let out a quick but loud yelp and smacked the broom down in front of you, missing the hairball by just a few inches.

“Get! Get back!” You said assertively as you threatened the creature with the red handled broom. It whimpered like a dog and jumped away like a cat being scared by a cucumber.

You pushed it back towards the door and cornered it against the couch.

With your newfound control over the situation you finally fully relaxed and actually looked at the thing. The more you looked at it, the more it looked… familiar.

“Doe!?” You dropped your broom and found your hands on the sides of your head, holding your hair, “what the hell happened!?”

You reached down and scooped up the big ball of hair, which you now knew was your lover, and held him at eye level while you spoke.

He had talked about his “true form” but you had never actually seen it before.

You had no idea his hair was his actual form.

He swung his tendril-like strands of hair around like arms, making chirps and other animalistic noises like he was trying to explain something to you.

You cocked your head to the side. He stopped suddenly and wrapped himself around your right arm, small whines coming from him.

You sighed and petted him while you grabbed a soft towel from the kitchen. You put the towel on his back and flipped him onto the towel like you were getting a cake out of a pan.

You fully wrapped him in the towel, making sure to leave his eyeball exposed. You held him close to your chest, the warmth of your body cutting through the cold of his wet one.

You sat down on your soft couch, him purring softly in your arms. He wrapped some tendrils around your neck, pulling you closer and purring even louder.

It was nice just cuddling like this, but you felt awful for attacking him and extremely confused why he hadn’t shapeshifted back yet.

“Hey baby?”

The little hairball look up at you, a little heart replacing his pupil. Well at least you knew he wasn’t mad at you.

“I’m sorry for threatening you, I thought you were some feral cat that broke in or something,” he let out a strange little noise that resembled a laugh, you smiled and continued, “and I love cuddling you like this, but why haven’t you shapeshifted back yet?”

He looked at you for a couple of seconds, pupil back to normal. He jumped out of your arms and and started walking towards the door of your shared bedroom, scratching at it like a cat.

You sat up and let him in, where he immediately started rummaging through his drawer. You shared a dresser, the top two being yours and the bottom being his.

He rummaged through the drawer for a few seconds before pulling out a mason jar with teeth and clothing scraps. He shook it, the contents shaking around. You looked into the drawer to see similar containers, with some being filled with…well you didn’t want to know. You swore one blinked at you.

“And you showed me this…why?” You questioned.

He untwisted the jar and started eating the contents right in front of you. A mouth that reminded you of a leech’s opened at the base of his eyeball and a long snake-like tongue wrapped around the contents in the jar.

You knew he ate teeth and you found some bite marks in your old clothes, but seeing him do it right in front of you and in this fashion was, well disturbing to say the least.

Finally he was done with his feast and shooed for you to the leave the room. After what you just saw you were perfectly fine with that. You closed the door, but pressed your face against the door.

There were strange fleshy noises for a couple of seconds. He opened the door, causing you to fall into his arms. He giggled and patted you on the head.

You looked up at him with a smile and cupped his face in your hands and warmly kissed him.

You pulled away and put a hand in his lips so he wouldn’t go in for another kiss.

“Okay, explain”

“I need materials for my faux body before I can fully shapeshift back. That’s what my snacks are for”

He giggled a little near the end with a big goofy smile on his face.

“And about the groceries?”

“It started raining, my fake body can’t handle water. I lost them darling, I’m sorry”

He nuzzled into your neck and you could feel him frown.

“That’s okay hun, we can just order some”

You could feel him start to smile softly after that.

“Oh, and I forgive you my love~”

He talked into your neck, softly purring and pulling you closer.

“You sure forgive quickly honey”

“How could I not!? You’re the love of my life! I love love love you! I could never be mad~”

You still felt a bit bad, but for now you just held him close, loving the warmth of his body. You stroked your fingers though his still slightly damp hair and kissed him on the neck softly.

He grabbed you by the small of your back and lifted you up, swinging you around and holding you bridal style, lovingly kissing you on the neck. He closed the door of your bedroom behind him and plopped you on the bed.

He wrapped a soft blanket around the both of you and held you tight to his chest, stroking you on the back. You wrapped your arms around his neck and put your head under his.

You knew you still had to clean, the house was still quite dirty.

But.

This was more important.

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Raffle Prize: [ns.fw] constellations w/ Shanks, Mihawk & afab!reader

a/n: 1st raffle prize for @harudnae ♡ i'm sorry that writing this took me forever but i hope i did your prompt justice, hehe. also i can't believe i finished this on your birthday without knowing it is today, like what are the odds?! HAPPY BIRTHDAY once again! Nae asked for a scenario where reader is a Red Hair pirate head over heels in love with Shanks, paying Mihawk a visit so Shanks can introduce his lovers to each other. What happens from there? Steamy kisses and unhinged lust, and a whole lot more...

contains: ns.fw. under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, "cunt" and "pussy" to describe genitalia), established (poly) relationship, fingering, dirty talk, oral (reader giving & receiving), masturbation (+ being watched), cockwarming, vaginal penetration, breath play, threesome, marking (as in lovebites and such, not in a possessive way), some spanking, slight anal play, cream pies (no mention of pregnancy), if i missed anything please lmk!

word count: 5.3k

“Hey, come back to bed…”

Shanks’ morning voice is low and raspy, and if that wasn’t enough to make you weak in the knees, the way he stretches out in bed like a big cat certainly does. The rumpled blanket revealed more of his toned body than it covered up, and even in the dim morning light you could clearly tell that his eyes lingered on you, a gaze so intense you can’t help but obey his words. The mattress dips when you sit down to brush some red strands of hair out of his face; all before Shanks takes your hand and kisses the palm of it, continuing to trail kisses up your arm until you fall over with a giggle and lay down across his broad chest.

“Good morning…”, you mumble in the crook of his neck, then prop yourself up so you can reach his lips, his beard stubbles scratching over your skin. Shanks hums in response and pulls you even closer until you’re straddling him and only a thin sheet of linen is between you. You roll your hips a little and his hand squeezes your thigh, his thumb rubbing the inside of it, cheekily wandering up towards your core. The motion makes you shiver slightly and you rest your palms on the sides of his waist, looking down at him with a smirk. It was a delicious sight underneath you, from the messy hair to the heaving chest, his breaths deep and slow.

You sigh and close your eyes when his thumb brushes over your panties, circling your sensitive bundle of nerves. Even barely awake he has this alluring charm, one that makes it impossible to resist when he teases you like that; leaving you hopeless and weak for his touch, your whole body leaning into it. Shanks pulls your panties aside and lets his fingers run between your folds, smirking from the way you buck your hips against him, desperate for more friction.

“So early in the morning and so wet already… can’t wait for tonight, hm?” – “Mhm… I was picking out what to wear before you lured me back to bed with you. It’s not like–”

Shanks slides two fingers inside of you and curls them up, hitting your sweet spot, and you swallow the rest of your sentence with a moan. He knows your body inside out, knowing exactly how to spark that fire inside of you. Your fingers dig deep in his flesh, desperate for something to hold onto while he glides in and out of you, his thumb still playing with your clit.

“Mmhmm��� more, please…”, you mewl and this time it’s Shanks who obeys, adding a third finger and a fourth shortly afterwards, until the slick noises of your arousal fill the cabin. Your juices run down his wrist and it doesn’t take long until you feel that knot in your core tightening, edging on your high under the loving gaze of your captain. His lips are curled into a roguish smile as your walls twitch around his fingers. 

“Cum for me, beautiful…” 

You let out one desperate sob as your orgasm crushes over you, leaving you shaking and whimpering as you cum on top of him. Needy mewls leave Shanks unimpressed when he pulls out his fingers, making you clench around nothing, yet he is quick to wrap an arm around you when you slump down, exhausted from the unexpected morning exercise. With your cunt still throbbing you let him lay you down on the mattress next to him, your back pressed against his torso in a spooning position. You love feeling him this close, your bodies curving into each other effortlessly as if they were sculptured for each other.

Your heart is still hammering in your chest, only slowing down once Shanks kisses the side of your neck and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. His throbbing cock rubs deliciously against your cunt but the more you whine and beg him to fill you up, the tighter he wraps his arm around you, holding you in place with no room to wiggle out of his grip.

“Shh… stop squirming, love. I’ll fill you up to the brim, just relax, sweet thing…”

His kisses taste like honey, and once your body lets go of all the tension it holds, you melt deeper into his embrace. Shanks smiles against your lips and reaches for his cock, rubbing the tip against your slick folds, making you sigh wistfully. Only when he lines himself up at your entrance and grabs you by your hips to push you down onto him, sinking his teeth playfully in your shoulder, you let out an airy laugh. Nothing felt better than being full of him, feeling him this close, an intimacy only two lovers who know each other inside out can hold. 

Shanks doesn’t move, just holds you in place while your walls clench around his length. He groans against your earshell, arm wrapped tight around you, enjoying the warmth of your cunt, lifting his morning spirit more than anything. Today was a big day and there was no better start to this than having his cock warmed by his lover while all sails were set to meet his other partner, one that chooses solitude over anything but agreed to a meeting when Shanks suggested it.

Once your heart rate slows down, Shanks starts to roll his hips lazily, fucking you deep and slow as he whispers sweet praise in your ear that make you melt. He cums with a soft groan, buried deep inside of you while he still holds you in place, not ready to give up the heat of your twitching core yet. Only when you push his hand further down between your thighs, showing him how you want him to touch you, he smirks and for once does as you wish without any further teasing; enjoying how you mewl and cum once more with your whole body trembling before you relax in his embrace again. He kisses the back of your neck and you can feel him smiling against your skin. 

“A hot bath and breakfast afterwards?” You nod and hold still when he pulls out, his warm load running down the curve of your ass. Just when you were about to get cozy in the sheets again, your body fully relaxed, Shanks gets up and throws you over his shoulder with ease, carrying you to the bathroom under your huffed out protests and laughter, calming down once you sink into the bubble bath with your long-time partner. 

“You’re not nervous about tonight, aren’t you?” Shanks kisses your shoulders in response to your question before he rests his chin on them, his beard stubbles scratching over your skin when he speaks. “Not at all. My lovers, meeting? I’ve been looking forward to this. Mihawk does, too. He’s been getting frustrated with me when I couldn’t tell him what your favorite brand of red wine is. Apparently ‘old and delicious, like you and me’ wasn’t a satisfying answer. I bet he’ll give you a tour through the wine cellar so you can pick out one yourself.” 

He laughs and you join him, resting your head against his broad chest as you sink deeper into the warm water. Shanks always knew how to wipe away your doubts before they could arise, his carefree nature rubbing off on you. You are really excited about tonight, always have been ever since Shanks proposed the idea to you. So far you’ve only known Mihawk from his bounty poster and the stories Shanks told you; you know the two go way back and have always been in each other’s lives. That’s something you always admired, the bond and the trust those two have, a love that will without doubt last a lifetime.

Back then when you joined the crew you wouldn’t have expected to fall for your captain, but it was inevitable from the moment he called out your name for the first time, drawing you to him like a moth to the light. Shanks had so much love to give and you devoured it, offering him your heart that he took so willingly. Tonight will be the first time you meet his other partner, and your heart couldn’t flutter any faster in your chest from the thought of it. Only a few more hours until your curiosity will be satisfied…

“Well, someone is taking the goth theme very seriously…”

Shanks laughs and takes your hand as you make your way towards the big castle. You arrived at Kuraigana Island a few minutes prior and now that you are here, you feel a lot calmer. Sure, the island seemed gloomy at first sight, but then you noticed the flowers blooming everywhere, big dark blossoms that smelled heavenly. It was obvious that someone took care of this island and made it a home. You squeeze Shanks’ hand a little and he does the same in return, reassuring you that everything’s fine. From the way he grins as you walk up the stairs to the front door you can tell that he is overjoyed and you feel happy for him.

Just when you’re about to knock, the massive door creaks open. You hold your breath when a dark silhouette appears in the doorframe, a pair of golden eyes flashing before he takes a step forward into the light. An open white shirt with a ruffled neck, revealing more than it hides, long legs in tight black pants and heavy boots. Dark hair and beard framing his sharp features. And those hands…

Mihawk’s presence makes your whole body tingle. 

You let go of Shanks’ hand so he can greet his lover, but Mihawk’s attention is all yours as he takes you in with those intense eyes. You can’t look away, mesmerized by him, and you hold your breath when he turns towards you, reaching for your hand to place a kiss on the back of it. Your skin is on fire where his lips touched you and you try to remember your own name while he still holds your hand in his, giving you a faint smile.

“Finally we meet.”

His voice. Fuck.

“Thanks for having us. I’ve been looking forward to this…”, you stammer while your whole body feels electrified. Shanks laughs when he notices the excitement in your eyes and how you try to maintain eye contact when all you want is to glance at those glossy lips and the torso that looks like it’s made from marble. He smells great, too, making you feel dizzy. Before you can embarrass yourself, Shanks tilts Mihawk’s head to the side, stealing that long-awaited kiss from his lips and giving you a moment to breathe… if only the sight of the two men in love wouldn’t set your insides on fire.

Following him inside, Mihawk guides you through long dimly lit hallways to the living room (after a small detour to the wine cellar, as predicted). To your surprise the room is warm and welcoming with the sound of wood crackling in the lit fireplace and its heavy carpets and massive wooden furniture. A bouquet of the same flowers you saw on your way here is in a vase on the table, a stack of books next to it – some cheesy romance novels that look as if Mihawk posed for the cover himself. You sink down on the sofa next to Shanks, his hand resting on your thigh, while Mihawk opens a bottle of wine. The two men chat, catching up on things with some little banter in between, Shanks always teasing a little while Mihawk is very unfazed by it, only shutting him up with a kiss once the red head’s tongue gets too cheeky.

You can’t help but stare, captivated by the way they touch each other, small gestures but yet so warm. Shanks’ face is cradled in Mihawk’s hand as his thumb traces his cheek bone, long eyelashes fluttering moments before their lips touch, the stolen glances over to you, smirking, inviting you to scoot closer. Shanks hums softly when he turns his head, his dark eyes seeking your gaze before he kisses you. You can still taste Mihawk on his lips and you demand more, leaning in closer, your heart beating fast. Without having a single sip of wine you feel drunk somehow. 

The sofa dips when Mihawk sits down next to you, his sharp eyes taking you in with curiosity, a smile dancing upon his lips. It was a big couch and yet the three of you sit so close together that everyone’s body is touching the other. Shanks still has his hand on your thigh, Mihawk’s resting on top of it. Shanks’ body is leaning towards you which allows you to rest your back slightly against his chest, while Mihawk sits with his long legs crossed, leaning towards you both, your shoulders touching every time one of you gestures while talking or reaching for the wine. It feels natural, as if you’ve been hanging out together like that since forever. The wine loosens your tongues and your talks get more intimate, with Shanks and Mihawk spilling dirty secrets about each other that make heat rise into your cheeks. You feel very safe and cared for in the presence of both men, both making sure to ask you some questions about yourself and refilling your wine glass whenever it’s almost empty.

“Nature calls.” Shanks kisses your cheek, then leans over to kiss Mihawk’s as well before he gets up and excuses himself, winking at you and grinning wide before he’s out the door, leaving you alone with the swordsman. For a few moments there’s silence, the comfortable kind you can have with someone whose soul touched yours. His hand hasn’t moved, still lingering on your thigh and you wonder if he can feel the heat that’s buzzing through your veins. 

“So putting up with a menace like him daily… how’s that? I invite him over once in a blue moon and even though I love him dearly, he can be a lot.”

Mihawk runs his fingers through his hair, messing it up a little and you wish that was you. He offers you a lopsided smile, that cold exterior of his crumbling a little. You run your fingertips over his bare lower arm, heart beating fast when he squeezes your thigh a little. 

“Well, it helps that he’s really sexy”, you deadpan and break into a grin a heartbeat later. “And he’s skilled with that loose tongue. Really making up for that missing arm.” 

“Oh, I know that…” Mihawk laughs and it’s the most beautiful sound, making every fiber of your body tingle. Knowing your metamour is relaxed and comfortable in your presence feels like a gift, and that hand resting on your thigh has you wishing he’d let it wander up further… 

You scoot a little closer. So does Mihawk. 

It only takes one glance at his mouth and he knows; tilting your head to the side before he leans down to steal a kiss from your lips. Soft, gentle. In no rush. You sigh when he pulls away slightly, enough to seek your gaze through long lashes. Those golden eyes see right through you, they mesmerize you and you wonder how it would feel to have them watch you as you get on your knees and open your mouth so willingly for not one but two men, guided by their hands and the aching desire in your core.

With a hand in Mihawk’s neck you pull him back onto your lips again, moaning softly when his tongue slips between them. Your head is spinning and for a second the thought if you should really be doing this crosses your mind; then you remember the mischievous twinkle in Shanks’ eyes and how he’s been gone for much longer than he needed to, probably sitting in the kitchen and having a bottle of booze by himself while he’s chuckling to himself how things are going just as planned. Mihawk seems to have the exact same thoughts as you because you both start laughing when the realization hits you. 

“That idiot. If I find out later that he ate the whole block of cheese I got from the farmer’s market all by himself, I’m giving him the spanking of his life.” “Doesn’t sound too bad though…” Mihawk raises a curious eyebrow and traces the shape of your lips with his thumb, smirking when you part them for him so willingly. “Show me what else you like.”

You bite his thumb gently until he slides two more fingers inside your mouth and your tongue starts twirling around them, showing him how good you can suck; then you take his hand and guide it further down your throat. He doesn’t choke you yet, but you still shiver in excitement from the feeling of his big hand wrapped around your neck alone, all while his other hand on your thigh starts reaching new heights, now being dangerously close to the damp spot in your pants. 

“Forgive me if I’m moving too fast, it’s just…” Mihawk leans down to kiss you again. “I could get drunk on those lips of yours. Sweeter than wine…”

A heartbeat later and you’re lying flat on your back, Mihawk pinning you down while you have your legs wrapped around his hips, his throbbing erection pressing so deliciously against your core. You don’t hold back your moans anymore, mewling and whining underneath him as he kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of his marks. His breath is hot and heavy on your skin and makes you blank, pure lust taking over. You hear yourself crying out for Shanks but it’s like a faint echo, blood rushing through your veins, tingling with desire. The last button holding Mihawk’s shirt together flies off and white linen falls to the floor with a soft thud, followed by your shirt. His skin on yours feels like a wildfire and you’re melting into his touch, arching your back for him. 

“My, my… you guys started without me. Guess you couldn’t wait any longer…”

A hand reaches for yours and through your hazy vision you make out Shanks’ silhouette, crouching down next to the couch, watching you with a big smirk. You tilt your head to kiss his fingertips before he leans over to steal a kiss from your lips and Mihawk’s after that, a thin thread of drool connecting them as he pulls back.

“Want to show Mihawk how good you are, sweet thing?” Shanks’ mischievous eyes linger on you. You look up to the swordsman and nod; his gaze softening before he trails kisses down your neck again, mumbling his gratitude against your skin. While you untangle each other Shanks gets on the couch with you, sitting down with his legs spread so you can sit between them, your back leaning against his chest. He kisses the top of your head and your shoulders softly while Mihawk helps you out of your pants. You can feel Shanks cock pressing against your lower back and bite your lip when Mihawk leans back at the opposite end of the sofa, the throbbing bulge in his pants on full display.

“Touch yourself.” 

You do as Mihawk says. Rubbing over the drenched fabric in slow circles, trembling from the two pairs of eyes lingering on you. Shanks is breathing heavily against your ear shell, his arm wrapped tight around you. You have your legs hooked over his, spread wide open for Mihawk whose eyes don’t move away from you, taking in all of your movements. You slide your hand in your panties and dip into your wetness, fingering yourself, wishing it was one of their cocks filling you up. You wonder if you could take them both and feel your core twitching from the thought of it. 

"That's good. Let's see the rest, hm?" Shanks’ voice is low and raspy and you obey, dropping down your panties and revealing the dripping mess you made of yourself. Only when you want to settle back in your position, Shanks pulls down his pants just enough to free his throbbing cock, precum leaking from the tip. He sinks you down onto him in one go and you gasp from the sensation of it, your walls clenching around him. He doesn’t move, only holds you firmly in place as you tremble in his embrace. Someone can’t get enough of cockwarming. 

Now Mihawk is the one to move, getting up from his end of the couch to settle down between your spread legs, his face only a few inches away from your cunt that’s currently stuffed to the fullest. Your quiet whimpers don’t go by unnoticed.

“Look how good you take him. You want to cum so desperately, don’t you, darling?” 

You nod, tears twinkling in the corner of your eyes as you look down at Mihawk, trying to buck your hips but being held back by Shanks’ grasp around you. He chuckles softly and still doesn’t move, just enjoying the feeling of your insides fluttering around his cock. Mihawk’s hands rest on the insides of your thighs, fingers digging deep into your flesh before he finally goes down on you.

Restrained by the ridiculous strength of both men there’s not much you can do except moaning your heart out while you cream around Shank’s cock as Mihawk caresses your puffy clit with his tongue. Fuck, he’s good. He is gentle, observing the way you squirm to see what movement of his tongue you enjoy the most. Your eyes go crisscrossed from the intensity of it, and it doesn’t take long until you beg them both to cum, pleading eyes seeking theirs while they exchange a look, no words needed between them. 

“Then cum for us, sweet thing…”

The low voice, dripping like honey, is enough to push you over the edge; that knot inside of you finally snapping as waves of pleasure crash over you, making your whole body shiver. You cry and laugh at the same time, emotions bubbling up and fading again in the rhythm of your heart beating, feeling grateful for this experience in the safety of their presence. Shanks pulls out slowly and whispers sweet praise in your ear, kissing away the tears in the corner of your eyes. You mewl as your cunt clenches around nothing and just when you want to reach for Mihawk’s face, wanting to pull him up to your lips, you notice that his mouth is already busy again, taking Shanks down his throat. 

You watch him through your spread legs while Shanks still holds you in place, your juices running down the insides of your thighs. Mihawk licks them up greedily before he swallows his partner’s cock again. Shanks groans, his whole chest vibrating as he hugs you tighter, almost as if he needs something to hold onto while Mihawk wrecks his whole body with pleasure. You can tell that he’s close to cumming from the way his breath stumbles, stuttering out both of your names; meanwhile your fingers are tangled in Mihawk’s hair, gently guiding him up and down on your lover’s cock, watching as his lips wrap around it, golden glimpses peeking up to in between. 

“Gonna cum… gonna… hng…”

Not a single drop of Shanks’ thick load is wasted as Mihawk makes sure to swallow all of it, licking up every bit before he comes up to your face, leaning in for a kiss to give you a good taste of it.

“I wanna taste you, too…”, you sigh and cradle his face, fingers tracing the sharp beard of his as you lick your captain’s cum off his lips. Shanks is breathing heavily as he comes down from his high, his hand still resting on your lower stomach, brushing that soft bush of yours. Just when you want to shift in your position, a pair of fingers run up and down your folds, coating them in your juices, making you tremble. You seek Mihawk’s gaze, drowning in lust as you arch your back, seeking more friction before two of his fingers glide inside of you, fucking you slowly. 

“Oh, fuck…” Still sensitive from your first orgasm, you know you wouldn’t last long from the way he curls up his fingers, rubbing that one sweet spot inside that has you seeing stars. You mewl and cry, your head resting against Shanks’ chest who chuckles softly, ecstatic seeing his lovers getting along so well. Mihawk adds a third finger and ghosts his thumb around your clit, not touching it directly but enough to have you begging for his cock, knowing fingers alone won’t leave you satisfied. 

“Think you can take me, love? Look at you, your pretty little cunt sucking me in like that… Want me to fuck you so badly, hm? Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up…” Mihawk’s intense eyes pierce right through you and have that knot in your core tightening again, your walls fluttering around his fingers. You can barely form any words, just nod weakly as you’re folded between the two men. “Shit, Hawkeyes, you make me wanna get on my knees, too”, Shanks coos, then kisses the side of your neck before he whispers into your ear. “We can stop anytime if it gets too much, okay?” You nod again and whine when Mihawk pulls out his fingers, only to unzip his leather pants to finally free his throbbing cock. Your eyes follow the happy trail leading towards dark trimmed hair, framing his length so perfectly. How he could hold himself back the whole time while he made both you and Shanks cum with such ease… you shiver in excitement. 

You kiss, greedy mouths demanding your attention, lips trailing all over your skin, making you part your legs so willingly. It is hard to tell which hand belongs to who anymore, whose kisses leave small marks all over your body and whose fingers slip into all of your holes; just a big kaleidoscope of lust and pleasure as you radiate around each other.

Mihawk pushes Shanks down on his back and then flips you around with ease, his strong hands manhandling you as if you weigh nothing. You find yourself on top of Shanks, propping yourself up with your hands on his chest while you arch your back for Mihawk who is kissing down your spine, one hand between your thighs.

“Mhm… so wet for us, such a sweet mess…”

Shanks pulls you down to his lips, muffling your sweet moans when you feel Mihawk’s tip between your folds, coating himself in your juices. Your view is hazy but you can still see the desire in Shanks’ eyes, his whole chest vibrating from the excitement of you about to get fucked on top of him by his partner. You grin and reach for his hand in the back of your neck, guiding him where you want to feel him. His fingers tighten around your throat, not enough yet to deprive you from air but enough to make the knot in your core tighten, your pussy fluttering around nothing. 

Until Mihawk’s sinks into you slowly, stretching you out so deliciously.

He is big and for a second you think he won’t fit, but he takes his time, helping you get used to his girth by teasing your puffy clit gently and placing kisses on your shoulders, mumbling how well you take him. And then he’s all the way inside of you, making you feel so full of him. You’re melting under his touch, whimpering out the names of both men when Mihawk starts thrusting into you, his fingers digging in the flesh of your hips where they’ll leave red marks the next morning, blemishes of pure lust. 

Shanks kisses you with his hand still around your throat, mumbling out praise for how good you are for both of them; his raspy voice sending warm shivers down your spine, puddling between your thighs. Mihawk makes you feel you so good, hitting your sweet spots with every deep thrust of his, making your eyes roll in the back of your head every time he’s all the way inside of you. You feel yourself rocking towards your own high once more; deprived of air and fucked silly you can feel the waves crawling up your spine. 

“You’re doing so well, you feel incredible”, Mihawk sighs and gives your ass a small spank, only to soothe the pain with his big palm immediately afterwards and you mewl, begging for more every time you gasp for breath.

“More, more… please…” You cry and laugh at the same time when the hand hits your ass again, your cunt fluttering around Mihawk’s cock as you feel your orgasm approaching rapidly. “Please, I’ll be good… I want you both inside, please… just–”

You moan and whimper when a thumb brushes your puckered hole, drawing circles around it. Just the promise of it is enough to have you trembling, knowing this night will be one for all three of you to remember. Mihawk leans down to you, whispering close in your ear as he’s filling you up to the brim, his thumb just about to pass that first ring of muscles. 

“Let us hear those pretty little moans, will you? We’ll fill you up soon, darling… so good for us…”

Wrecked with pleasure, the low voice is enough to push you over the edge. Waves crash upon you as you come undone, your mind blanking as all you can see are stars, dancing in front of your eyes when Shanks pulls you into a deep kiss and Mihawk thrusts a few more times in a broken rhythm before he also cums deep inside. His hot white load mixes so delicately with your juices as his hips just won’t stop moving, all riled up by the way you still cum around his cock, only coming down slowly from your high. You gasp for air when Shanks finally lets go of your throat, his hand cradling your face now as he mumbles sweet praise against your lips. You let out an airy laugh and slump down on his chest, dizzy from your orgasm in a way you've never experienced it before.

Mihawk pulls out slowly, admiring the mess he made of you before he lays down besides Shanks and you, kissing both of you gently. The hearts of the three of you beat in unison, no words needed to describe the immense fondness you all held for each other; new bonds tightening and old ones blooming, held together by love and warm arms embracing each other. You have a feeling this won’t be your last visit on Kuraigana Island…

Shanks rolls over to his side, holding you firmly in place with an arm around your waist as he drapes you in the middle of the two men, Mihawk nestling against you from behind. The heat coming from both their bodies is incredible, skin on skin sticking to each other through thin sheens of sweat. You smile softly and let them kiss you everywhere, melting into their touch with your cunt still dripping, curious hands wandering all over your body. Not long and you can feel the excitement rising between the three of you again, your breath getting hot and heavy again. Shanks slips a hand between your thighs, stuffing the leaking cum of his lover back inside of you while Mihawk holds your leg up with a firm grip, exposing the hot mess of yours. 

“What do you think, Hawkeyes? Wanna hear how loud this little one can get, hm?”

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

Predator and Prey: Chapter One

Pairing: Tommy Cahill x Reader

Ongoing Series - Loosely based on ‘Sleeping With the Enemy’

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors do not interact, Slow Burn, War Inaccuracies, Mention of PTSD but barely, Stalking, Abuse, Sexual Themes, Alcohol, I think that’s it?

Summary: You move to a small town following a bad breakup around the time Tommy goes to Prison, 3 years later you meet and build a relationship, but will your jealous, angry ex ever really let you go?

Notes: Hiiii! This is my first fic since I was like, 13? So apologies if I’ve missed anything! I’m also UK based trying to write as an American so writing styles and words may differ, but I do try! I just feel like we need more Jake Gyllenhaal fics, and I love a slow burn and some thrills so enjoy! Reblogs and comments welcome :)

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You groaned as your phones alarm clock chimed on your bedside table, the repetitive high pitched dings already putting you in a bad mood for the day.

You slammed your hand on your phone and blindly prodded the screen in the hopes of turning it off, eventually managing to hit the correct spot.

You lay in your dark room, preparing yourself to get up and out of bed for your day of work. It was only Tuesday but it had already been a long week.

After getting dressed, brushing your teeth and hair, and putting on a little bit of makeup, you set out the door. It was still dark out and the only light illuminating the street ahead was from the old street lights that lined the pavement.

The walk to work was only 10 minutes long, but that morning it felt a lot longer, as you couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on you. You turned around to check if anyone was around several times, finding nothing but the odd cat or trash can lining the street.

You eventually made it to work and had enough time to make yourself a cup of coffee before flipping the ‘Closed’ sign to ‘Open’.

The day was slower than normal with very few customers walking into your little book store, which was something you could understand with the town being as small as it was, but you had a few regular book worms who would frequent your shop due to the lack of a library in the area. You bided your time by straightening the shelves and readjusting the pillows on the couches in each of the cosy corners by the windows, counting down the minutes and hours until you could close up and go home to your dog, just to do it all again the next day.

On Wednesday evenings your store played host to a soup kitchen due to the large prep area in the back, as your store was once a small Chinese Restaurant before you bought it. You’d agreed to it being used when your store was closed but soon found yourself volunteering to help chop up vegetables and serve, and you enjoyed it more than you thought you would, making it a recurring Wednesday tradition, so at least tomorrow you’d have something to keep yourself busy with.

It wasn’t all bad though, the time you had on your hands. Most afternoons once you had closed up shop, you’d take your dog, Jet, down to the local park to play fletch. Or you’d catch up on your own reading, or try a new recipe only for it to cost you more than takeout and taste nothing like what you’d hoped. It did get lonely though, with the only family you had living on opposite ends of the country, at times you’d considered moving closer to them, but you’d come to love the little town you’d stumbled across 3 years ago.

You’d only moved here from New York when your breakup with Jason had reached boiling point, with him knowing all of your friends, rumours about you soon spread and it became unbearable to stay. He had started stalking you and had your friends keep tabs on everywhere you went, eventually you even opted to forego all social interactions. You had welcomed the fresh start, and once you’d blocked Jason’s number you could finally begin to move on.

One time he had written you a letter after having found your new address on a piece of mail with your forwarding address attached, which somehow made its way to your old apartment instead. The letter was full of threats, demeaning words and also promises of a better life if you returned, but you dismissed these as empty threats, threw away the letter and got on with creating your new life.

You were just about to close up shop early, when the ding of the bell above the door sounded. You turned around to see a tall, dark haired man with a buzzcut, white t-shirt and a brown jacket walk in. You noticed a small tattoo on his neck.

“Hi, are you after anything specific?” You asked with a small smile, trying not to seem overbearing.

The man smiled politely, but didn’t maintain eye contact for long, and went back to scanning the low shelves near the front door.

“No I’m fine, thank you though.” He said. His voice was deep and gruff, and his eyes crinkled when he smiled.

“Okay, just let me know if you need anything.” You smiled back, and turned back to the counter where you were organising receipt rolls and pens. You hated it when you went into a store to browse and the staff lingered, so had never done this to your own customers, giving them space.

After a minute or two, the man cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Actually, sorry, yeah. I’m after a book on PTSD, like how to manage it and stuff, do you have anything like that?” He said, rubbing the back of his head as he looked up at you sheepishly.

Oh, perhaps he was one of those army guys, who had seen some horrible things in the war.

“Uhh, yeah we do actually. It’s just overrr…. Here!” You said walking over to a shelf on the left of the store, under the “self help” section.

“We only have the one though, I’m not sure if it will be much help?” You said handing him the book.

“Thanks.” He said, taking the book and scanning over the cover, “It’s not for me.” He added, looking awkward.

“Say no more.” You smiled and laughed a little to ease the tension he may have been feeling.

You walked back to the counter and waited for the man to follow. He took out a twenty dollar bill and waited for you to ring up how much the book would cost. You thought for a moment, and decided to do your one good thing that day.

“Uhh…. It looks like we don’t actually have the book in our system, and no price is showing up, I guess it’s free.” You lied, laughing lightly and pushing his twenty back to him.

The man thought for moment and looked you in the eye. “You really don’t need to do that, I promise the book’s not for me anyway. It’s for my brother.” He shrugged.

“Well then I guess your brother gets a free book.” You smiled, putting the book in a paper bag and handing it to the man.

He smiled, a genuine and slightly crooked smile, and thanked you. He took one last look at you and went to head out the door.

“Wait!” You called suddenly, your bravery getting the best of you. He turned around.

“I haven’t seen you around before, are you local?” You asked.

“Yeah… I’ve been away for a while. My names Tommy.” He smiled.

“Nice to meet you Tommy. I’m (Y/N), hope to see you around.” You smiled back, and turned to go back to your tidying.

Tommy left feeling happier than he had in a while. He hadn’t had a friendly encounter with the towns folk since coming out of prison, or with his family since Sam came back from Afghanistan and the news had come out that he and Grace had kissed.

Tommy didn’t have feelings for Grace, not real feelings anyway, and he realised this once Sam returned. Tommy chalked it up to the grief they both felt having thought he had died, as well as the happiness he felt when he was in a family environment. No, the only feelings Tommy had for Grace now were guilt, and he struggled to be around them.

He had decided to buy a book on how to manage PTSD so he knew how to handle Sam, who was due to come home from his stay at the psychiatric unit. Tommy felt sad that things had become so hard for Sam, and he was determined to not make things any worse.

Your act of kindness towards Tommy had turned a bad day around, and as he drove home that evening, he couldn’t help but think about the warm smile and beautiful eyes that he found at the little bookstore on the corner.

You had just closed up the shop, and began to walk home as the light dipped behind the horizon, casting the sky in a blue haze, the street lights had since flickered on and you watched your shadow grow large and then small as you passed under each one. Jet’s dog walker would have left around 3 hours ago and you bet he’d be itching for another walk, so hurried as fast as you could.

About a block from home you stopped suddenly as your breath caught in your throat and your heart sped up. You could hear footsteps close behind, and the they were closing the gap between you quickly. You spun around prepared to come face to face with an attacker or someone hoping to snatch your measly purse, but were met with an empty sidewalk dimly lit by street lamps and lined with trees.

You strained your eyes for any movement, but eventually convinced yourself you were being paranoid, and speed walked the rest of the way home, only letting your breath go once you were safely inside and you had locked your door.

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-Chapter Two Here-

[unlucky-phantom]

Cayde-6 x Guardian reader SFW alphabet relationship headcanons.

So, first post, it's a long one I will say but I tried my best to be as accurate as I think it would be. hope you'll enjoy x

um...warning for swearing i guess. Could be read as gender-neutral, there is a mention of periods but it's barely there so I'll tag it as both. other than that have some good old fluff.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At first, Cayde is slightly reluctant to show affection in front of people he doesn't trust wholeheartedly, mostly because he's worried you might become a target, not wanting another Taniks and Andal situation. When he sees you can more than hold your own in combat, he is happy to relax a little. (Just a little)

Afterwards, when you two are in public he's not afraid to let people know you're his, he's actually very proud of the fact that he won you over however there's no over-the-top PDA. A stolen kiss here and there, holding your hand, a hand on your lower back or waist, maybe the odd steamy moment somewhere in a dark corner of the hanger as you both giggle like teenagers.

Privately he's incredibly affectionate, wanting to make the most of the very slim amount of downtime the 2 of you have together. He'll follow you around your home like a cat, eager to simply be in your presence. He's always finding an excuse to touch you, sitting together on the sofa? He's got his head laid in your lap. Cooking in the kitchen? He's got his chin resting on your shoulder, watching you, arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Your friendship with Cayde would likely start after he tells you to take him with him because he hates his job. Much to his delight and surprise you try and sneak him out onto your ship, however Zavala has eyes everywhere and catches you both in the act. After a slap on the wrist, Cayde takes you out to ramen when he's next able to, to apologise for being a "bad influence" or so Zavala says. (he tooootally didn't sneak out a 2nd time to do this).

As your best friend, he's ride or die. He's incredibly loyal, maybe a little brash but you know both of you have each other’s 6, on and off the field. After a while, he's not afraid to show up (normally unannounced) at your home at stupid o'clock in the morning. He claims it's just because he's an early riser, or he was just awake, or some other ridiculous excuse, it's actually because you're the only thing that can calm him after the nightmares that more often than not plague him during the night.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Oh god yes. This man is the exo equivalent of a limpet. He loves the feeling of your skin under his fingers, your warmth pressed against him. He loves them for a lot of reasons. They're comfy, and deep down he misses the warmth of a human body.

If you're hunkered down, cuddled up in one of his many hideouts, stashes or one of your homes, he likes to make shapes on your skin. He likes to be big spoon 90% of the time, wrapping himself around you, arms around your waist securely, a protective gesture, it'll take a lot to coax out of him that he partially does this because if shit hits the fan while you're sleeping, he knows exactly where you are. You can feel the hum of his internal workings against your back, a soothing melody, the gentle vibrations seeming to mimic a heartbeat and breathing.

There are the odd days that cayde isn't big spoon. The nights his nightmares get too much, or he arrives home battered and exhausted, he'll crawl into bed with you without a word, kick off his boots and lay his head on your chest. You let him stay there a while before coaxing him into removing his armour and getting into something more comfortable. Afterwards, it's straight back to nestling his head into your chest, listening to your heart, legs tangled together. He's particularly fond when you gently stroke the back of his head and hum some soft tune.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Deep down cayde would like the idea of settling down, he knows the likelihood of that is slim. It's a dangerous and volatile world and he knows he'll probably never stop fighting. But he fights for the life he could have, someday. He also loves the wilds too much, out on the bleak expanse of Mars, the cold snows of Europa or the various golden age ruins on Earth, the call of adventure is something cayde will always answer, an adrenaline junky at heart.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

There are few reasons I can think cayde would break up with you, your safety being the main one. Maybe an argument broke out about how reckless you were being or how reckless he was being, he isn't known for his sense of self-preservation. Maybe he thinks you deserve better, better than he can give and no matter how much you plead and beg it's hard to change his mind. He would talk to you; he'd at least have the nerve to break up with you face to face. He'd make a point of avoiding you as much as possible after.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment is a tricky one, cayde but he's an all-or-nothing guy. Once he knows you're the one, the one he can trust, the one that can keep up with him, the one he can confide him, then he's there. Cayde wouldn't want to get married soon, the tower is a hectic place and there's always a new threat on the horizon, but he'd promise you one day, when the fighting stops, then, then you can tie the knot. It's a bittersweet promise that you often doubt will ever come to light but right now you have each other, facing the dangers of the system together.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

The first time cayde went to hug you, he accidentally bashed you with his horn, a bright red and sore mark on your cheek. After that, he's a little more cautious with his enthusiasm...a little.

When you’re hanging out together in your private space cayde isn't opposed to the occasional tickle fight and rough and tumble. (He will never admit that he, an exo, has a ticklish spot but you know the truth. Tickle a sensitive patch of silicone by his hip and he's a mess)

But when you're feeling down, the pressures of the tower getting to you, your injured or it's that time of month, he treats you like glass. Like you're the most precious thing he's laid his hands on, swaddling you in blankets and wrapping his arms around you. He speaks in low soothing tones and rocks you gently, he’ll likely order you both ramen and put on your favourite holotape.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Cayde is a big hugger when it comes to those he truly cares about. Most times he plays it off as a joke when he opens his arms and says "Hugs?" But he'll never admit the glee it brings when someone (especially you) steps into his outstretched arms.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Cayde definitely overthinks it. He spends nights losing sleep questioning if he truly feels love or just a ghost of what his human consciousness thought as love. He overthinks saying it to you, it’s only when you're about to do some stupid and possibly self-sacrificing thing on a mission that it's blurted out in desperate panic at the thought of never being able to tell you again. He’ll be grabbing you by the shoulders and you can see the desperation in his face.

After the mission cayde won't mention it unless you do. If you ignore it he'll become a little more reclusive, not as touchy-feely any more.

 But if you do, and you reciprocate his feelings, a stupid grin will grow on his face and no matter where or who is watching he's grabbing your face and kissing you with all the pent-up emotion he's been bottling since the friendship morphed into more confusing feelings, feelings of wanting…well, more.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Cayde is a very self-assured guardian, and he trusts you. He knows that you'd never do anything to betray him...Its other people he doesn't trust. Not that he doesn't think you can't stick up for yourself or know when someone is getting a little TOO cosy, but he will step in now and again. He’d saunter over with his usual charm, an arm winding around your waist. "Who’s this, dollface?" he'd ask sweetly while eyeing the other guardian, a clear message. she’s mine. back off

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

At first, Cayde was slightly worried about kissing you for the first time. Had you ever kissed an Exo before? Would you want to? When he begins to develop feelings for you, he often finds himself thinking about what it would be like if it finally happens, your soft lips against his.... Lips? Face plates? Whatever people choose to call them.

Your first kiss likely happens in the heat of the moment, relieved after a high-stakes mission together and unable to contain himself anymore, his leather-gloved hands find your cheeks, pulling you up into a passionate kiss. It was a new experience, his 'lips' were softer, smoother than you imagined an exos to be. When the kiss finally breaks you are both breathless, gazing at one another.

After this cayde would steal kisses occasionally. He was surprisingly good at sneaking kisses while you were both out and about the tower. Pulling you into hidden alcoves, sneaky chaste kisses while Zavala is turned away giving long speeches about.... something neither of you remembers.

When the pair of you are in the privacy of your homes cayde will take his time, he loves kissing any bit of you he can get to. lips, cheeks, neck, anywhere. Likewise, he loves feeling your lips on him, when you swoop in to kiss his cheek when you're busy in the kitchen, his chest when you're curled up in bed, he's addicted to the feel of your lips on him.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Cayde doesn't get many opportunities to be around children. Often his interactions are fleeting waves as he walks the last city on patrol or when disaster has struck and he's ushering frightened families to safety, trying to treasure them. When you see these rare moments, you don't miss how his demeanour softens slightly but there's a ... melancholy beneath it.

however every month or so cayde gets plenty of time to spend with children..he has to coach his dodgeball team after all. it is very early on that cayde tells you about how he beat Shaxx and convinced the titan to play dodgeball with the children of the Last City. Cayde cant help but laugh when the children he's coaching meet you for the first time and start singing teasing songs about kissing in trees. these are usually followed up by cayde with an over-exaggerated eyebrow wiggle and "you know... I know some pretty good trees" whispered between barely held-back giggles.

Cayde's little team love you and the Hunter Vanguard totally hasn't gotten everyone team shirts. yours may or may not say property of cayde somewhere either hidden or in massive letters on the back, hell say its a printing error...it totally wasnt.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

If you're not both on some sort of mission or patrol, you normally wake up in an empty bed, cayde likely already off to perform his vanguard duties.

If you’re both up bright and early, he’ll wake you with a gentle shake and soft words. His voice is not warmed, up its lower, a little staticky and it sends shivers through you. Once you’re both dressed he’ll make you coffee and ask about your jobs for the day before wishing you a safe day and kissing you softly.

If both of you have a rare day when neither of you has morning commitments, it's the sun peaking lazily through the blinds that wakes you, Caydes arms around you securely. If you try to get up and escape the cocoon of warmth, the response from him will be a groan of protest as he pulls you back towards him, nuzzling into you and murmuring "Stay" and how could you resist such a request?

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights where you can stay up late with no commitments the next morning are spent either in a bar somewhere in the last city, hidden away in a corner. or you would spend it in your room. drinking, playing cards, or just cuddling while some old golden-age holotapes play.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It takes a long time. There are some things even Zavala and Ikora aren't privy to. One of those things being Cayde's journal and ace. He very slowly begins opening up, the charismatic and charming mask slipping slightly to show you the vulnerable and scarred exo beneath. Eventually, after a few years, cayde will tell you about Ace and his journals over a quiet drink away from other prying ears. It's a few years after this that he actually lets you read them.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Cayde inwardly is a patient man. He'll make jokes about how long things are taking, and pester people, normally Zavala but part of being a hunter is control and knowing when to wait for the best moment to strike.

That doesn't mean people don't push his buttons sometimes. He doesn't take kindly to threats or things bothering those he holds dear, namely you. Cayde is quick to shut it down.

You rarely see cayde truly angry, pissed yes, irritated also yes. But angry, that's a rare 'treat'. He's not a loud angry person but the type who when they go silent you know shit is about to hit the fan. A quiet cayde is a dangerous cayde.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Cayde remembers most things, his position as hunter vanguard means he's under a lot of pressure to remember things such as patrols, Bounties and planning the next missions but he'll make an effort to remember dates. Anniversaries, birthdays, and other important dates he comics to memory. He tries to remember your favourite foods so he can surprise you with dinner sometimes.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

You were both so tired. Tried, worn out and stressed. You were returning from a mission that had gone south quickly and from your seat behind him you could hear his leather gloves creak in protest at his tight grip on the controls as he piloted the ship. You'd both been in foul moods, sleep-deprived and aching, the mission had been filled with snappy retorts and growled orders. You hadn't spoken since getting on the ship. The silence was broken by Zavala on the coms ordering for your return, Cayde interrupts, slamming a finger on the disconnect button. "Fuck this" he grows and turns the ship around.

Minutes later you finally touch down somewhere and neither of you moves, he slumps back into his seat. " 'm sorry" he murmurs, not turning to look at you. His voice is quiet, remorseful. You ask where you are, and he signals to the exit of the ship. Once you disembark you find yourself in a forest clearing, a lean-to was haphazardly built against a tree, filled with a few caches, chairs and supply boxes. "Little private hideaway. Sometimes I just...need somewhere" he says leading you to a chair.

He pours you a glass of something, it's strong and warms your throat on the way down. You stay there that night, laid out on a blanket drinking and just talking. Wrapped up in one another under the stars. That's the night he tells you about Andal, about Ace and his journals. The night he truly realises how much you mean to him and how much he can't let you go.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Cayde outwardly is about what you would expect when someone's in a relationship. He's cool and collected and shows he knows you can handle yourself. But inside that exo brain is a totally different story. He knows every mission you're going on location and time. He's committing your ship, sparrow and every detail of your armour to memory, God forbid he ever have to look for it, wreckage or otherwise.

If you're on a mission with him, he's first through every doorway, round every corner and in every room. He plays it off as being the leader of the fire team and thus leading. But really, it's to make sure if there's a trap, a hidden danger or an enemy and you’re both caught unaware it's not you who gets the hit.

If he's having particularly bad days after nightmares about Andal and other lost friends, he might slip a tracker into your gear in case something happens to you. When you found it, you were livid at first. You let him explain, panicked words tumbling out promising it wasn’t out of worry of you being unfaithful but fear of actually losing you in that big expanse outside your cosy apartment. After that, you Make sure your ghost sends cayde frequent updates on your location while you're on missions to cayde.

You've saved Caydes ass more times than either of you can count. Every time you do there's a look in his eye. One that took you a while to decipher but when you did you realised it was a mix of pride and trust. He knows you have his 6. And he'll never admit how hot it is when you get angry at whatever it is threatening his life and subsequently beating it into a pulp just for him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Caydes' love langue is acts of service and physical touch.

Cayde would try, bless him. He'd try so hard but in the chaos, it would be difficult. Your odd and often full schedules rarely match up but when they do he's making plans, and dates, he's buying you flowers, and gifts.

Everyday tasks like making your coffee, and running you a bath when you return from a long day among others are a regular when it comes to cayde.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He’s incredibly self-sacrificing when it comes to fighting the good fight. Even if it means him stumbling in at 3 am, beaten and tired. This also manifests in your relationship sometimes taking a backseat, you understood of course but that doesn't mean you didn't miss him.

Other than that he is terrible at taking care of himself unless its initiated by you, eating, sleeping and sometimes bathing taking a back seat in order to do his job.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

While he’s not too concerned too much with his looks, he does like to keep looking good. He uses wax on his metal plating and makes sure his armour is in good spec. When the two of you began getting closer cayde began to care a little more. At first, it was subconscious, you were his friend, and he didn't want to look like a scruff. But then he found himself fussing over his cloak in his reflection before he would go to see you and maybe he had even bought a new cologne and hoped you'd get close enough to notice.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

At first no. cayde was certain about that. Until long missions felt longer, when you were away the bed felt emptier. His hand felt barren without his queen of hearts and he realises that you are his safe space, his respite and he wants to be that for you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Cayde will never admit this out loud, but he loves a little pampering now and again. You heard him mention offhand to another exo about a little place in the bazaar that does an exo wax that he swears by. That evening you surprised him with a home-cooked meal and candles. After you led him to the bed and helped him out of his armour. He was surprised when you pulled out the exo wax, he hadn't directly told you and he won't admit how much it meant. By the time you finished gently massaging the wax onto him, he was asleep, blissed out from the attention and much-needed care.

Sundance ADORES you. Cayde's little light had liked you the moment they witnessed the two of you meet and cayde loves hates it. You and Sundance are little sass machines sometimes and cayde is often the object of your laughter. Sundance loves that you take care of cayde, especially when he won't. Cayde confided in Sundance when he began feeling feelings more than friendship and the little ghost was thrilled. Often when cayde is busy pouring over maps and reports, Sundance will float by you, or perch on your shoulder or lap to keep you company.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Cayde isn't a fan of people who put others down, especially if those people are guardians who were resurrected recently. He has a protective streak when it comes to new lights and finds people who actively put them down or treat them with disdain to be unlikeable.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Cayde is a light sleeper. When you’re out on missions constantly God knows where you need to be alert and ready. This twinned with occasional nightmares and his vanguard duties means his sleep schedule is horrible. Some nights you wake to rustling covers, a bleary-eyed cayde slipping into bed at 3 am, some mornings you find him where you had left him the night before, awake and pouring over maps or reports and some nights the bad coupling in his leg gives him spasms keeping him awake.

He appreciates any attachments at helping him sleep, hot cocoa in the evening as you coax him to bed, holding him close, white noise and even reading to him, he just likes the sound of your voice. And every night after he sleeps soundly.

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Day of devotion: Pride and Arrogance 

(late valentines day special)

Yan! Capitano x Wife! Reader

Tags: Pudding(smut), attempted arson, attempted murder, unhealthy relationships, Yandere, majority kinda fluff of sorts don't take it too seriously...

Minors DO NOT interact

"yeaaaah she's fucked."- Falaila

 

He's PISSED.

Here he is, at the dinner table, alone. Normally you'd be here for a few minutes late, but now with that thing occupying your waking moments. It has been more than two months since the day of charity that you've gotten the vexatious object!

"Has she gotten dressed yet?" Without looking at the maid next to him, she replied.

"No, Lord Harbinger Capitano. My Lady still requests to extend her time in bed." Exasperated, he stood up and began his day with another cold meal.

As of now, he needs to burn that thing and bury it in the backyard or better yet, just toss the ashes in the raging waters of Inazuma. But how to get your attention away from it for a good while?

At a sharp turn from his hallway, he couldn’t help but listen in to the conversation of two maids.

"Did he finally ask you out on the Day of devotion????" 

"more like I ask him out. But yeah, I got it in the bag!" 

"What is it this time? Skating? Picnicking-?"

"Uh, yeah totally not fishing, hahaha..." 

Capitano thought of an ingenious plan, but that will continue once he gets home after giving a notice he’ll be off for a certain day.

Presumably you're still in bed. So he kicked the door open and proudly announced.

"Dove, get dressed, we're going out." He tossed some clothes at your face once you sat up.

Looking a bit miffed, that your cuddling session was disturbed by him. Your hair is still in a mess, your eyes are a little unfocused while hugging the damnable life-size rodent that's native to Natlan. "But, I don't want to. Go find someone else." You said before looking at the clothes presented to you and noticed something odd about it.

"Where's the rest of it?" This sweater does little to no protection against the cold with the missing cloth at the back, and you need to wear a bra to go out.

"Just wear it." It's amazing how much guts he has to tell you this.

Your eye glanced from the sweater to him. “How much did you pay for it?”

“Business expense, don’t worry about it.” He huffed.

Dropping the scandalous sweater to the ground. "No thanks, no thank you, good night!" You pulled the sheets over your head and went back to sleep. Unfortunately for you, he got it all off in one forceful tug of his arm. Making you shiver from the sudden cold.

Getting off the bed and standing up, still wearing your cute pajamas, though he knows whenever you sleep back at warm deserts of-. 

"Hey! Its freezing cold here, especially if you live in the bum fuck of nowhere." his thoughts were snapped back when he heard you protest again.

Capitano sighed from his helmet, "Dove, you are my wife, at least go out with me once in a while.”

Crossing your arms, with a evidence of a frown present, "I'll go, as long as you let me sleep in a separate bedroom-"  

"Request denied." He immediately rejected you, he won’t let you out of his sight so long you’re bound with him.

"What, why?!" Now your hands curl into a fist and rest on your waist.

He started to give a reason, "What if someone were to attack you in your sleep and I wasn’t there?" That is a possibility given you are now connected to someone as powerful as Capitano himself.

"I'm a light-sleeper, I can take care of myself." You proclaimed.

He doubts that, since often or not, after the third month you've been having difficulty waking up as early as six. And besides, sleeping next to you has been the best time to get to know you better ironically…

"You wouldn't last too long alone in a room." Capitano knows because you've been cuddling and or laying on top of him like a house cat and scurry away once you awaken and complain he was the one occupying the space.

"I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself." That phrase he said gave you terrible vibes and you don’t know why.

Now his options are getting exhausted,"Just get dressed please, I heard there is a new store that opened up that might interest you." 

"Yea- no." You shook your head once you heard him, knowing what might happen.

"what do you mean no?"

With a straight face you reminded him, "Remember the last time you dragged me out?"

"He deserved it." He defends himself. Another puff of air leaving your nose before cloaking yourself in the blanket.

"Capitano, he was just staring at nothing!” Another thing you were wondering, with how much you two buttheads he didn’t want to divorce.

"Guess that new bakery would have to wait…” That stopped your tracks.

“Alright, get out.” Not wanting to explain yourself as your hands now started to push him out of the room so you could get changed.

Bewildered, Capitiano gave you a confused stare as you struggled to even budge him from the spot.

Another dead stare aimed at him, "Do you want me to go with you or not?”

Wordlessly, he instantly complied. Knowing you're a person of your word.

Out of the Manor, it was hard to adjust even with a year worth of living in this ruthless snow.

Sister Franny from last time has invited Capitano and you to attend the day of devotion. The long table meant for sharing with others, musicians preparing the songs to be played.

And just like on the day of Charity, you are allowed to injure some of the participants to fight over chocolates and such.

Though you didn't join in for too long due to you being 'too in character' or whatever that means.

"Is it just me, or have Snezhnaya and Natlan swapped roles?" You address your thoughts out loud as your spouse's armor clinked against the pavement. Not wanting to make eye contact with him, though the red scarf that linked you to him proved to be quite troublesome to you as it nearly made you choke from the restriction and wide distance from each other.

"The head Priest Oliver had made arrangements for this particular festivity. He had hoped it would lean to more athletic couples to be included." He said, though he had pulled some strings to get the schedule as it is. It wasn't easy.

Your face scrunched up in dis-amusement, "You and I are not a thing." 

And yet that mental image from the last festival burned into Capitano’s mind. Though, you couldn't remember the scandalous deeds and words that you had given to him. He wouldn't mind if you would dress up a bit to his liking and act more proper around others.  He supposed this would have to be somewhat satisfactory, for now. Especially when you were so compliant if he mentioned any of your favorites.

The battle-hardened couple were frustrated at least in your perspective, to love someone who has taken you forcibly is one of the difficult things when it comes to the clash-oriented rules that were made.

You still remembered the ever bubbling volcanoes of your homeland, ironically. Capitano is the only thing that could ever remind you of who you once were, a proud child of Natlan.

Glancing up at the figure that towers over you, the eye felt noticeably irritating.

In turn you scratch it through the eyepatch, yet Capitano’s gloved hand grabs yours. “You’ll make it worse,”  He warns, leans a bit, pulling back the scarf that connects you both, making you gag.

“Eech-! Mind your own fucking business.” Visibly irked, you took back your arm from him and faced away to rub your eye. “This is your fault,” Technically it is, but at the sametime it isn’t? But hey you two were fighting, it was bound to happen. “Let’s just leave.” Grumbling while your hand seemed to respond to him when he tried to touch your shoulder, by rejecting his gesture.

“Can’t do that, Dove.” He replied with the same monotonous as if you were just another soldier in his eyes. 

“The dance is starting.” As if on cue he pulled you over to him and now noticing the thrills of the stringed instruments.

Giving him a glare before you both were pulled into the rather floral winter-like festival dance floor… And it was like a dumpster fire. You were bumping into nearly everyone there, accidentally or not stepping on your husband’s feet while you’re at it.

“Pah…” Vexed by the event, you tried to storm off though didn’t go too far due to the scarf that’s tied neatly to your neck.

You could tell his patience is wearing thin, yet something is stopping him from doing so…

“Let’s just stop this foolishness.” Voicing your jaded frustrations to him.

Oh, how he envies the figurative rose that was placed between your lips. Thorns that pressed against the gums of your teeth, yearning to swoop in to steal a kiss from you, he just couldn’t get enough of it!

All he gave is a resounding, “No.” 

No? No? No? no?  nonononononononononono-!

The first time you admitted defeat on your own terms, this was getting too much even for you. Everything felt so useless, you tried everything!  From poisoning his meals, sabotaging his weaponry, including earlier this morning when he asked you to pass the salt you threw a fork next to his head. To his surprise you still have near excellent accuracy. And that shit annoys you to no end with how he seems calm about the chaos around him when he’s with you.

“And who's going to stop me, tin-can?” You huffed, the warmth of your breath can be seen in the form of a puff.

All you got from him is a hum, before he tore away your frock from your body. The chills took an imminent effect on your unadjusted body, so you tried to take it back.

You two had strayed too far away from the event that the red scarf had loosen on your neck letting you have freedom to move around.

One step back, two steps onward. Feet pranced around, as the frock kept being stolen by each other yet this is no ordinary activity to sauntered. Some took notice of the heated tango that garnered.

Entranced, from their fist throws to the natural twirls of the lady that was caught in a sudden trust fall to gain her coat back and groom to catch and fight for the object.

“See, you can dance.” Capitano chuckles, he swears he could feel himself perspire under his garb. His heart set aflame, not an ember but a swirling magma that bubbles with desire.

One, and two, and three, turn around. The pace started to pick up, as you tried to charge at him but he gave you a boost to jump over him. His wound still aches from that first duel you and him had, just look at you two. Two clashing yet make the most harmonious shows!

He is already well aware that he's underneath your spell, so if you're smelling something. It is most likely his burning need for you.

It soon ended with him taking a swift tug at your arm to pull you in a sweet embrace. You could smell that hint of cologne he patted on his skin along with ink and sun.

You were on your tippy toes even though he leaned down to reach your height. His throat rumbled as he started to whisper soft incoherent words into your ear. In contrast to what he usually portrays himself, he is showing it to you. Your arms locked behind him, words began to have their conflict within you to how to respond to him.

Though what he didn’t expect or rather he should expect is you trying to set him on fire using his scarf and your electro vision. Of course, that wouldn’t end there…

So here you are sitting in a love seat in a hybrid hotel-cafe.. Thing, the malibu pink coated walls greeted them with red heart like designs. Looking around to see one person having a date with one of the teddy bears which is as big as Capitano while being surrounded by couples having their time… Happy day of devotion..? 

Once again, your (only) good eye rolled to see the man in armor who merely huffs. In his arm is a bag full of assorted chocolates that was given to him as compensation- well out of pity and the ruined scarf. And in another, holding your wrist like you’re a child trying to get away from him.

Capitano had left you at a table to get your order, it was boring just sitting on a love chair with a big bear next to you…

Hugging the stuffie gave you a bit of comfort. Though was disturbed again by the jealous bastard's cough.

Facing him, who has the order in his hands. "Enjoying that stuffie's company?" he sounded annoyed when he saw you in the arms of that toy.

"Pipe it, it's so boring in here." you whine before he handed you the cookies you wanted. To be honest you deserve cookies and sweet treats but, how did he know? You're sure as hell didn't do anything to him. Nor did you tell your personal maid about this fact.

Capitano, sat down next to you. With the bear right between you two.

It was awkward but you noticed that the filling in the sandwiched cookie was more or less quadruple in size compared to the normal ones you've seen and eaten.

taking a bite of it causes you to chew slower, the taste bewildered you. Looking at the menu that was over there at the sign that said ' Free Mega cookies for couples that ordered a room.', "The cream just overfilled my mouth… Do they really not have the regular or the double stuffed cookies?" You looked up at him.

"Sorry, they only have the Mega stuffed cookies." Capitano apologized before picking up the cup of coffee he bought for himself. Adding to your confusion, why is he drinking coffee so late in the afternoon.

Your thoughts dismissed it once you assumed he was just going to work at night once you two got home.

" I think I'm going to be sick if I finish the second one.." You said honestly as you ate the whole piece. This is definitely not good for you, it's making your stomach bubble out of fear? For what? Is it laced with poison?!

"Don't you dare spit it, I paid money for that cookie." He says, sure he paid for it.

Grumpily you still chewed on the next cookie, you could feel your taste buds hating you for it.

Soon a server came over with a different tray of cookies, a bottle and two already poured wine glasses.

"I didn't order any of these." Capitano says looking at the short waitress with long hair.

"Another customer has paid for you for this set." She replied

"By who?"

"your friend over there with that red hair." She stepped aside to show and pointed at the two people at a table waving at him to come over.

"I'll be back." Capitano says before leaving to go check on those two.

The waitress had already left to attend to other matters, so you took a peek at the wine glasses and noticed something, "That jerk, getting more than me…” and so you swapped drinks.

Your husband came back after your third mega cookie and took a sip of his beverage. He made a surprised hiccup "-e… excuse me..!" Adding an apology. You really think it's adorable- SHUT, You aren't falling for him!

"So this is the Tsundere cookie I've been hearing all about…" He says making the plate spin a bit.

"I want to play a game with you, dove. They say there's at least two spicy cookies hidden in fifteen others. If one of us gets the spicy cookie they lose." So a less dangerous version of a typical roulette.

Subconsciously, your mouth started to move on its own, "I'm not too good with spicy du- food- I said food!" You could feel him raising an eyebrow at you. Your cheeks became warm for a bit.

Taking a deep breath you faced him, "if you got the spicy cookie, and had a ring of fire in the bathroom. You have to let me have my own room." You naive little 'trophy wife' tried to joke and brush this off.

You couldn't believe he was going to be serious with this one time humor, " if you got one of the two cookies, you and I will have a little 'chat'." He prompts his arm at the table and leans his helmet on his palm.

"A chat?" You seem skeptical about this, especially the bad feeling you felt earlier.

"Has the chills of Snezhnaya gotten to your brain, woman?" His deep voice, and how he rolled his r's might be enough to make your brain go haywire.

Capitano had taken your silence and a nod as a yes before taking a cookie off the tray and ate it in one go. It was a safe cookie

It was your turn, taking one from the edge and taking a bite of it. The tiny cookie tasted sweet yet sour. It actually tasted pretty good that you picked one more for yourself and gave another to Capitano before eating yours.

Capitano did not hesitate to take the one you were giving to him, eating it. He made consecutive hums in curiosity.. 

"hmm?" You hummed at him as you took a bite of yours. "you say sum thin?"

He started to cough before he downed a whole wine glass in his hand.

You laughed in victory before popping in another cookie, "Ha! I won!" you said just as you took a bite and felt something off. That proud smile on your face had been wiped away and formed into pursed lips so you could try and deny Capitano of the new outcome.

"Swallow it, dove." He placed his hand on your shoulder, you're scared. Shaking your head 'no' afraid of what might happen.

Though in the end you did swallow the once sweet cookie that coated your taste buds in odd spice. Washing the taste away with the wine that was offered earlier. "Good." Feeling his patronizing smile through his words.

“You said you could handle a little bit of heat…” He let out a chortle as you glared at him.

After dinner, you couldn't help but be anxious now that Capitano had downed at least three glasses of wine while you only had one. 

So you tried to sneak away but he saw you. "Where are you going?"

"uh… the bathroom….?"  You stuttered, the married huntress. Not making eye contact with him as your vision seemed to spin a bit.

"Then let me accompany you." He offered, standing up.

"No thanks!" Immediately you tried to get away from him.

The armor wearing man pulled you closer to him that you were sitting on his lap. Arms hold you gently in an embrace as you squirm letting the bear fall on the ground, forgotten.

"Why are you so afraid like I'm going to eat you whole?" He doesn't sound sad, but this hug made you think otherwise.

Without thinking, you shrug off his hug and make a run for it upstairs.

"You can't hide from my love, dove." You could hear his calm steps closing in. Out of panic, you went into a room with the door that was open.

The room is as lavish as Capitano's master bedroom. You heard a click from behind and saw your husband locking the door closed.

"I told you, you couldn't get away from me." He repeated as he went over to you, towering your figure

"Meap …!” is all you could say as you surrendered to tonight's fate.

Meanwhile outside a little waitress had arrived at their door, giggling to herself as she added a do not disturb sign on the knob before walking away.

In the morning, you both had woken up late. Eating at the first floor with your husband who didn't seem to remember what happened.

"I thought you hate tea?” he asked curiously. Noticing that scent of tea leaf juice.

“... A waitress recommended it. And said I should drink it a few more times.” You lied, you just asked for a certain herb and sure enough it's just there.

Sighing to yourself, “I don’t have enough energy to deal with you right now and just stop staring, please?” knowing he has a lot of questions and you don't want to explain.

Thankfully he agreed, but you have to tell him one of these days and you dread it.

 R18 TIME MINORS DO NOT PROCEED!!!!

Back curving away from the mattress as Capitano kept your hips up against his face, feeling his wet muscle lapping up your labia. Occasionally, he enters either his finger or tongue which sends you in a spazzing sensation, one hand gripping the sheets while the other tries to push him off you.

You could feel your cheeks warming up as tears started to be produced from his act. Legs started to tremble and wanted to lean down on the bed. But earned a sharp sting on your buttcheek from doing so.

"Asshole…" You groaned from the impact from his hand.

He merely gave a hearty chuckle before pulling your thighs toward him, tugging you closer, making your hand grasp onto the pillow like your life depends on it.

" Where's…(hic). Where's all that tough talk from earlier, hmm? Getting all worked up for me." Even when he's drunk, he still manages to tease you.

Rough scarred hands made its way to your chest, kneading and groping you through the salacious suggestion of the dress he provided.

" You two-face son of a- ah!" Another lewd noise escapes your lips. Your hand that was on his head tried to push him away from you, though rendered useless as he drew out another orgasm from you making a mess that's pooling underneath.

"Rather cheeky coming from a slut like you." he had hovered over you. his vice-like grip still on your ankles.

"what are you-? Ow!" He pinned your legs next to your head.

Letting out a whine as he manhandles you to his liking. Your wet puffy cunt on display for him to view.

Twitching and writhing under his touch as he began to tease that little nub above your slit.

"Who knew I have such a whorish wife." he commented when he noticed your pussy flexing.

"You jerk, I hate you!" You could feel your cheeks getting warmer and your core aching for him. Even when you took a glance down at his lower half, you could see his member. Standing up and leaking with precum.

Eyes couldn't stop staring at a certain spot, heart thumping in excitement. " Getting a little presumptuous?" Feeling that shit-eating grin, you started to cuss at his face.

" You mother fuck-" Suddenly only using one hand to keep your legs still, his free hand coated with your juices shoved his two digits in your mouth.

"I only have so much patience for you, darling." His fingers started to toy around your tongue, making you have a taste of his handiwork.

'IS HE REALLY DRUNK?!' "mmmn…!?" Parting your lips open, he pressed the wet muscle.

"There you go… Let master help do the work for you." Eye narrowing at him as you shivered in pleasure. Glancing down at the lower regions, is him grinding on your entrance.

"You've been a real… naughty one, trying to set me on fire…" He's still pissed at that, yet only a twinkle of amusement remains present in his tone.

"You have to make it up to me, you know." He purred before teasing you with the tip of his member against your hole. 

Your eyes give a pleading stare, out of lust? Fear? You aren't so sure anymore.

"You're mine, dove… My sweet _____." He sighed lovingly as he gave a few more teasing thrusts before entering. Leaning so close that you clung to him for support. Tears fell down as you felt him brushing against your g-spot.

His hand let go of your mouth before his hands focus on holding your legs, occasionally groping your chest or nuzzling against your neck.

For this one night, you could just forget about being who you were, and just enjoy. At least that's what your mind seems to suggest.

Orgasm after another, he doesn't seem to get tired… you were truly at his mercy. And who knows, maybe this might happen again…

Soon enough, you were sure you might get knocked up after the first time he came inside. Might as well play into his game…

[asphodelsandpomegranates]

Missing You Terribly (Huggy Wuggy x Reader)

(A/N: This story is completely based on the video that Mob released of Huggy Wuggy escaping the factory and entering a neighbourhood).

Clicking a button on the remote, you turned off the T.V. and slumped on your sofa. How come there was never anything good on? 

You wouldn’t have had this problem if you had agreed to take a fortnight off work. But Laith Pierre, as always, wouldn’t back down. So, you agreed. In a way, it was nice but it meant having to be away from Huggy Wuggy. It killed you having to say goodbye to the big fluffy guy, who really did not like this new small development. You remembered his small whimpers and horrid sound of his claws against the glass wall. 

A part of you wished that you could have taken him home with you. That would have been an interesting discussion with your bosses. 

You sighed again and decided then and there that you would go to bed and dream of your monstrous lover who was cooped up miles away in a factory. 

As you got up, the phone rang. You glanced between your phone and the clock on your mantle. Who the hell was calling you at this time of night? You made your way over to the phone and answered. 

“Hello?” 

“Oh, (Y/N). Thank god, you answered.” came the anxious but relieved reply. 

“Um…who’s this?” 

“It’s Avery from work.” 

“Oh, shit. Sorry, Avery. Um, what’s wrong?” 

“Sorry to ring you so late but…we have a problem.” 

An odd tingle presented itself in the pit of your stomach at this. “What problem?” 

There was a long pause before you got an answer. 

“Huggy Wuggy has escaped.” 

Coldness enveloped in your veins when you heard those words. “Huggy…Huggy escaped? How?” 

“A delivery came in earlier on and somehow he’d gotten out and escaped through the bay doors.” 

Careless fuckers. “How long has he been gone?” 

“Only an hour.” 

“An hour?!” you screeched. “And you’re only just calling me, now?” 

“Laith and Mr. Elliott don’t know about me calling you. They didn’t want you to know about Huggy’s escape but you know about Huggy better than any of us. Is there anywhere that Huggy would go–.” 

“Huggy has never left the factory before.” you interrupted. “He’s out there on his own, in an unfamiliar environment. He could go anywhere.” 

It was then that something in the background caught your attention. The sound of something breaking…in your garden. You gently pulled back the curtain and peered out into the garden. The neighbours’ automatic light was on and it dimly lit up your own garden. Your eyes raked over every inch of your garden, expecting to see a dog or a cat but what you actually saw was four or five times bigger than any dog, with blue fur and sun-yellow paws. 

The blue furred being was laying low but you could see him. It was almost as if he wanted you to notice him and no one else. 

“(Y/N)/” Avery’s voice cuts the silence making you jump.” “So ,what do we do?” 

“It’s all right, Avery. I think I know where heis.” 

“What? Where?” 

“Never you mind.” just make sure they keep looking for Huggy and make sure not to raise Pierre’s hackles. Thank you, Avery.” 

“Okay. we’ll see you soon.” 

“I’ll call back when I can.” and you put the phone down.” 

You hurried to the back door and opened it. Slowly, you stepped outside ignoring the cold, April night air. 

“It’s okay.” you mumbled, keeping your voice low. “It’s just me. You can come out now.” 

A long blue limb slipped out into the open followed by three other limbs, a long lanky body and a large, crescent like head. A cooing purr left Huggy’s lips as he stared down at you. 

“Hello, sweetie.” 

Huggy chirped back at you and crawled his way over to you. With a happy purr, the big creature rubbed his head against yours. You giggled and rubbed your hands through the soft fur. 

“Come on. Let's get you out of the cold.” 

Huggy made a noise like he was agreeing to your wishes. You led him inside and closed the door. 

The kitchen and dining room was a little small and a little much for Huggy Wuggy. His long, lanky limbs knocked into the chairs, toppling them over. 

“Easy, easy, boy.” you cooed, hurrying over to his side. It was a new environment for him so it was obvious he would be a little skittish. But the moment you were at his side, he seemed to calm down. “I’m here. It’s okay, you’re safe, now.” 

Huggy chipped and cooed as you petted him. 

“How did you get here? How did you know I was here?” 

Huggy cooed and then began to sniff at your neck. 

He…had been able to find your scent?! Fuck, he was clever! 

Huggy chirped again as he continued to nuzzle you. 

“You good boy. Come on, let’s go into the living room where it's more comfortable.” 

You took one of his paws and led him into the other room. 

**************************

Three hours later… 

There came a knock on the door that startled both you and Huggy from your sleep. Huggy began to growl but you shushed him as you sluggishly got up to answer the door. 

Outside stood Laith Pierre with several men in security uniforms and tranquilizer guns. Laith looked annoyed. 

“Is this all really necessary?” you huffed. 

“Absolutely.” Laith responded in a snippy tone.” Now, where is he?” 

“In the living room, but–.” you held yourself in the doorway, stopping Laith and his men from getting inside. “He’s quite calm even though he was woken up by you. Don’t make a scene.” 

“(Y/N). experiment 1-1-7-0 is now in a different environment. He’s dangerous and will–.” 

“It’s fine with me. It’s not my fault that you and your staff cannot survive without me. I’ve only been away from the factory for three days and you let him escape. This is on you, Mr. Pierre. You're lucky no  else found him. Right now though, you are starting to cause a scene.” 

Laith Pierre clicked his tongue in an annoyed fashion. He glanced around at the street. True, there were no neighbours out on the pavement, or at their doors or peeking through windows but one wrong move and everyone would be piling out to see. 

“Does Mr. Ludwig know about this?” 

“Not yet.” 

“Well, that’s good.” you nodded. “For you, at least.” 

Laith Pierre’s eyes hardened at this. The two stared at one another, not backing down. 

“Now, here’s the deal,” you said, folding your arms over your chest defiantly. “Call off your little goon squad and get back to work. I’ll bring Huggy Wuggy back to the factory with your van in a more humane way and make sure he’s safe and well. Then I’ll be back at work in two days. Right?” 

“I’m not going to–.” 

“Do not tell me otherwise. Or I might just let this skip to Mr. Ludwig. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” 

Pierre was quiet as though he was thinking over your words. You could have sworn that you could see a hint of fear in his eyes. A thrill of delight bubbled in your chest at the thought of swanning up to your head boss’ office and telling him of your co-workers' blunder on your day off. 

“Fine.” he said, finally, before turning and calling over to one of his goons and whispered something to him. The security guard or whatever nodded and proceeded to call off his team from your home. Laith then glanced back at you with a look of annoyance. “You have at least two hours to get him back to Playtime Co..” 

And he slapped a small set of  keys in your hand and left with his little minions. 

Closing your front door, you headed akcinto the living room to find Huggy Wuggy crouched and curled up by your sofa. He looked scared. 

“It’s okay, Huggy. They just want to take you home. Back to the factory.” 

Huggy let out a little whimper, shuffling back. 

“I know, sweetie. Whilst I do want and like having you here, it will be safer for you to be back in the factory. I don’t want anyone to hurt you or take you from me for their own selfish needs.” you moved closer to him. “They won’t hurt you. I won’t let them, I promise I'm gonna take you back. It’ll be just the two of us.” 

Hugyy Wuggy made a low growling sound like he was disgruntled by your words but to go. 

“Come on, sweetie. I’ll be with you.” 

You leaned up and gave him a kiss on his fluffy cheek. Gently, you took hold of one of Huggy’s paws and led the huge creature out of your home. Surprisingly, there was no one outside, no neighbours or a large crowd of Playtime Co. employees. But there were two. 

Laith Pierre and Avery. 

Both men were waiting patiently as you brought out Huggy into the open. 

Spotting them, Huggy began to growl in a threatening manner but you eased him, directing his attention on you as you led him on to the van sitting at the bottom of the driveway. You led him to the back door and opened them. 

“Come on, darling. In ya go.” you cooed, ushering Huggy Wuggy in the van. Carefully, you watched him crawl in like a spider crawling into a little nook. Avery came over, rather tentatively. 

“Want me to lock up?” 

You nodded, throwing him your house keys and turning your attention to Huggy who was now almost squashed in the van. His eyes were round and almost teary. 

“It’s okay. We’ll be going home soon. I’ll be up front in a minute.” 

Slowly, you closed the door. Thankfully, Huggy didn’t react at all. It seemed as though Huggy wanted to be on his best behaviour for you. 

You then handed round to the driver’s side, just as Avery came up. He handed you back your keys and then headed back over to Laith Pierre, who was still watching the whole scene unfold before him. 

Not saying a word, you climbed into the driver’s side, turned on the ignition and drove off with Huggy Wuggy safe and sound. 

(The End)

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Could you maybe do a jade x gn or ftm reader where they have been close friends for a while, even secretly hooking up whenever jade feels lonely (e.g. after the beck&tori anti-date, in the car at the end of the moose episode). R falls in love with jade but feels like a second choice, so they tell her they need some space to get over her, since she does not want a romantic relationship. Jade misses r and realizes she loves them, so she sings the song an the fullmoon thingy to them (instead of beck) and that's how they "come out" as a couple to the rest of the school? Sorry it's so long, it's just been stuck in my head for a while now. Thank you, and i love your work!

Jade x GN!reader

The sound of your text tone for Jade pulls you from your studying. Taking a look, you sigh at the words.

'Im coming over'

This seemed to be happening more and more often. You and Jade have been friends for years. When you were both starting to explore your sexualities, you were naturally drawn to each other. Then Jade started to date others, eventually leading to Beck. She stopped coming to you for a while after that. At least for the sex part. But every once in a while, whenever Beck and her were broken up, she would go back to you. And as much as it makes you feel used, you always welcomed her with open arms. Why?

You had fallen in love with her.

But you were never the first one in her life anymore. It became Beck, Cat and even Tori. You were benched until she needed something from you. It started to affect you mentally, leaving you depressed whenever she left your side to go back to whoever.

Bringing you out of your reverie, a knock signals the arrival of your guest. Of course she couldn't use the door like a normal person. As soon as you open your window, her lips are on yours. Even with eyes closed, she leads you to the bed and pushes you down, immediately climbing on top and stripping down.

"Jade..."

"No. No talking." She pulls at your shirt. "I need this now." She descends upon you and kisses you once more. With a sigh, you relent for now and let your hands roam her body. One last time wouldn't hurt.

-----+++++-----

Jade lays satisfied on your bed. You had already gotten up to help clean you and her off. Once done, you sat back on your chair, wearing your pajamas once more.

"Ready to talk now?" It was routine by this point.

"What, no cuddling this time?" Jade had that smirk you love so much. But seeing it now hurts.

"Jade."

She let out a groan and flops further into your bed. "Just another argument with Beck. We broke up again. He's been such a gank lately."

"Why do you even stay with him if you're always fighting?" You knew the answer to this, but you had to hear it from her. Maybe the answer will change this time.

"I told you, he's my safe place. He's always been there. He's my person."

Yeah, it didn't hurt any less than the first time. Jade gave you an odd look suddenly and you realize that you let out a scoff.

"Something funny, Y/N?" Now or never, you guess.

"Not funny, but really Jade? He's your person? What am I then, chopped liver?"

"Oh c'mon. You don't count."

"Why not? What am I to you, Jade?"

The goth pauses at that. She couldn't understand where this was coming from. You two had a good thing going. Why is it a problem now? Seeing her pause made you sigh. You run your hands over your face.

"Look... I don't think we should do this anymore."

"Wait, what?" She sits up, immediately grabbing her clothes to put on. "Why?"

You mulled over her question. You wonder if it's a good idea to relay your feelings. Would an excuse make her leave you alone? No, you were always honest with Jade. There's no reason to stop now.

"I... I really like you, Jade. And it just feels like I'm never gonna be your first choice." She stares at you, halfway into her pants. Her breath hitches slightly, but you don't catch it. "So if that's gonna be the case, I'd rather nip it in the bud now." Your eyes meet Jade's ocean ones. "Just give me time and I'll get over it... Eventually."

Jade feels surprisingly numb. She doesn't even say anything. She just leaves. The next thing she knew, she was home, in bed with a pillow in her arms. Why does it feel like she just got broken up with?

-----+++++-----

It was strange going to school and not seeing you. Jade was so used to you greeting her almost immediately. Even when she went to her locker, you weren't around. The first one to see her was Cat.

"Hey, Cat. Have you seen Y/N?" The red-head just shrugs.

"They're usually with you first, right? Haven't seen them yet."

It continues like this for the rest of the day. Jade started to wonder whether you even went to school. It wasn't until the end of the day did she see you with another group of friends.

Her heart clenches.

You were laughing with them. Your smile was one she realized that she hadn't seen in a while. You leaned into touches that weren't from her. Did you get over her that quickly? She didn't even get a chance to win you back.

That thought made her freeze. Win you back? You weren't together. You were friends with benefits. Good benefits if she would say so herself. Why was seeing you smile like that with other people making her feel this way? Jade turns away with a huff and walks away. She wasn't dealing with this right now.

You didn't even look at her.

-----+++++-----

It's been a couple weeks and Jade was going insane. She kept seeing you everywhere at school and you didn't even so much as glance at her. Her frustration made her friend terrified to talk to her. Only Tori was brave, or dumb, enough to speak up.

"Jade?" The goth's eyes shoot over to her, making the Latina jump. "M-maybe you should talk to them. Ya know, say you miss them or something." Jade's eyes trail back over to you. Bolstered by Tori, Beck speaks up.

"Look, Jade. You know that we aren't gonna work out." Her eyes bore into him this time, but he's unaffected. "Think about it. Y/N's been by your side and dealt with you screwing with them for years." He takes her shoulders and gives it a shake. "Why did you keep going back to them?"

She looks away from him, processing his question. Quite suddenly, it hits her. Jade's eyes widen and she whips her head over to you. A girl leans far too close to you while laughing and it makes her blood boil. Now she knows why.

Jade loves you. She loves you and now she's on the cusp of losing you before she even got to have you. Questions flood her brain. Do you still want her? If so, how was she going to tell you she cares about you? Would you even take the chance if presented?

An idea pops into her head. It was a risk, but for you, it was worth it.

-----+++++-----

You were doing well. You made sure to keep Jade out of sight. While it helped a bit to keep her out of mind, she still found a way to invade your brain. When someone was flirting with you, you wished it was Jade instead. When they touch you, your memory makes it Jade's. It was a hard process, but you are determined to see it through.

Even now, you're on a date with this girl at the Full Moon showcase. You're enjoying your time with her. Laughs and touches accent the fun time you're having. It was almost enough for you to forget about Jade. That is until you start hearing the rift of a guitar. You and your date turn to the stage and you see Jade walking up to the microphone. Her eyes find yours before glancing next to the girl next to you. She bites her lips when she turns back to you before taking a breath.

You think you know me

but you don't know me

You think you own me

But you can't control me

You listen to the lyrics. You're sure that this was directed at you. Taking a glance at your date, you see that she's rocking out to the song. When she notices you looking, she smiles but it drops when she sees your face.

"Sorry."

That's all you say before standing up and walking towards the stage. Towards Jade. Her eyes stare into yours as she sings. You stare back, face impassive as you try to gauge her sincerity.

I'm dangerous, I'm warning you

But you're not afraid of me

And I can't convince you

You don't know me

And the longer that you stay

The ice is melting

And the pain feels okay

It feels okay...

It's then that you smile at her. Her relief is palpable when she goes into the end of the song with gusto. When the song ends, she watches as you walk up the stage and stands by her. Cautiously, she brings her hands up to your face. When you lean into the caress, she lets out a laugh of relief and pulls you into a kiss. You vaguely register the audience's applause but it soon fades away the longer Jade's lips are on yours.

You part when you're both ushered off stage by Sykowitz and you find a corner to be alone in. Jade is the first to speak.

"Look, I know I've been a gank to you, but I want to try this. I want to make this work." She takes a deep breath. "I... I love you."

Your heart stutters. A fond smile graces your lips. It's no surprise that you lean in close and whisper those words back before kissing her again and again.

[marutsuia]

Prologue || Court of Darkness (pt.1)

Summary: Justice for the Court of Darkness MC! A rewrite of the prologue.

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Thanks to @scrumptiousfirepanda for requesting! I got 2 requests for Court of Darkness, and I will do them both, but starting with the request for the prologue so that you have context! I not only wanted to make the MC stand up for herself, but I wanted her to not be magically useless, so I came up with some changes that I hope make sense. Enjoy!

"Voila! Today's offerings are served," You announced as you finished putting plates down on the table in front of the framed photos of your parents.

"Parentals... Today's feast consists of fried rice from the fridge, standard wilted greens, and delicious pork." You clarify to the altar, taking a breath as you bowed your head, in a silent prayer.

Your wide eyed, adorable black cat, stood next to you, "Mew." He said and you chuckled, "Saying your own prayers, Salem? What a good boy," You pet him, feeling his head nuzzle into your hand and his body move to match the shape of your palm.

"Are you hungry?" You asked him, opening a can of wet food. He meowed relentlessly, excited at the prospect of dinner. You chuckled and turned around, ready to put his bowl down, but instead of seeing him there, he was at the window, staring outside.

That was odd. Normally, he would be all over it. Nothing had ever managed to take his attention enough away from his precious wet food. Something immediately felt wrong to you, a pit forming in your stomach.

"Salem?" You called cautiously as you approached, warily opening the window to get a look. The moon was blood red, and you felt a chill. Something was definitely off. That's not normal.

When you felt the moon sucking you in, you instantly shut the window, "What is going on?" You asked as you felt a bout of dizziness overtake you. You stepped back, tripping over something as you began to faint, but you didn't hit the ground.

It felt as though a rift opened up, and you fell. Down, down, down. Deep into a pit of darkness. It wasn't like the kind of fall that you felt when you were about to fall asleep, no... This was much more real. The wind was whipping through your hair, and you could see your apartment getting smaller and smaller, and you could see Salem, standing at the edge, looking at you, alarmed.

Screams came through your throat, and you watched as Salem jumped down with you, the hole closing up behind him. "What the hell is going on?!" You screamed, continuing to fall at breakneck speed.

All of a sudden, yours and Salem's fall slowed, your hair no longer whipping in the rough winds, and you felt your body tilt backwards, almost as though it was being laid down by some sort of force, and your eyes felt heavy. No matter how much you tried to fight it, they closed, and you fell unconscious, feeling something tickle your skin.

The darkness faded away, and you were left laying on the ground, in a bed of flowers.

"Hello? You okay?" A distant voice called and your eyelids twitched, opening with a flutter. Your surroundings were different. In fact, they were like nothing you'd ever seen before.

"Ah, there you are. Time to get up I think." A young man with purpleish white hair tied into a braid, and an extravagant purple coat and purple eyes said with a handsome smile.

You sucked in a breath, sitting up on your elbows and moving back a bit, "Who the hell are you?" You spat. Before he answered, he saw as you looked around, panicked. An imposing building stood before you, in the lavish garden.

You gasped, standing up and rubbing your jeans down from the flower petals. "What the fuck kinda dream is this?" You mumbled under your breath.

"If only this was a dream. Then, there would be no rules and you and I could do whatever we liked. You have such lovely dark eyes, treasure. Care to take a turn with me?" You didn't miss the seductive, flirtatious tone coming from the man.

You took a step back from him, "Stay away from me!" You warned, scurrying back, but tripping over something, causing the man to reach out and grab you.

"Gods!" The second he grabbed you to steady you, his whole body was engulfed in a violet flame reminiscent of twilight.

You looked at it with wide eyes. Magic?!

"This should not be possible. I'm carrying a stone that prevents this," He said to himself, in shock.

"How can this be?" Another voice called, belonging to a princely figure with pink-blond hair, and that was when you realized you were basically being watched by a group of men.

"Fenn's radiating power," A sleepy looking blond man with green eyes said, surprised.

"So the light just now was your doing, was it? Explain yourself." A pale man with blue hair, blue eyes and clothes asked.

That was when you quickly gathered your wits and shoved the guy called Fenn off you.

"Making eyes at women again, are we?" An intimidating looking guy with dark hair and red eyes approached.

"Hm? Who and what are you?" He got closer to you and scowled, glaring.

He leaned down, meeting your eyes, "Get away from me!" You shouted and pulled away. "Your eyes are as black as jet... It cannot be." He continued to glare.

"Would I be correct in saying this girl has enhanced Fenn's powers?" The blue-haired man asked.

You don't say anything as you slowly start to back away while they're talking.

"Calm down, Guy. You, too, Toa." The guy in green urged. "You're frightening her." He said and moved to stand beside you.

"Are you alright?" He asked, putting a hand on your shoulder, and as soon as he did, his body was enveloped in a green fire. "Well, now," The guy in green said.

"My word!" Toa and Guy called at the same time.

"Such radiance... I daresay this is a magical flame." The princelike man exclaimed.

At this display, you shoved his hand off of you, taking more steps back. "It leaves you at a loss for words, doesn't it?" Fenn said, still glowing.

"She's something else, isn't she?" The man dressed in green replied.

"Guy, do you think she could be--" The prince asked.

"Yes. There is no doubt." Guy replied.

"You there." He called and approached you, causing you to try to back away faster. His gaze raked over your body, and unbeknownst to you, he liked what he saw. "Your name."

You refused to answer, glaring at him. You felt the corners of your mind begin to clench, as an uninvited force tried to enter.

No. Go away!

You gritted your teeth, clenching your jaw as you tried to stop it from entering, but Guy noticed and tilted his head to the side, driving his powers further. "I will ask you one more time. Tell. Me. Your. Name."

This time, you couldn't resist, "Y/n Y/l/n." You replied.

"Now then. Where do you come from?" He asked.

You fight your lips, pressing them into a line, but after a moment, you can't hold it back, telling him your entire address.

"What kind of a place is that? I've never heard of it." Guy scowled, angrily.

"Hard as it may be to believe, I suggest she may be a trespasser upon our world." Toa said.

"Meow!" Salem jumped out of a bush, causing the men to look surprised. You took this as your opportunity, scooping him up and making a run for it.

"No, wait! Please!" The princelike one shouted after you but you ignored him.

"Salem, where the hell are we?!" You shouted, as you made it to a colossal gate.

"Halt." You heard a voice call and looked up to see the men floating. "Where do you suppose you're going? Try not to make trouble, will you?" Guy glared and you glared back at him, your face and voice turning into one of anger.

"Go to hell!" You shouted, pushing the heavy gate open and continuing to run.

They continued to pursue you while having a chat as though they weren't chasing someone. "Guy, you mustn't glare at people. How many times must I remind you to be a gentleman?" Fenn asked, disappointedly.

"And you seem to have gotten to big for your britches since you got that magical boost. Does he look even more unhinged than usual or am I imagining things?" Toa replied.

"I am rather giddy; I feel as though I could do anything right now. And that was but a touch of her, imagine what a kiss could do."

"I'd rather die!" You screamed over your ragged breaths.

"Hey. Hands to yourself." Guy said, ignoring you.

"Don't scowl so... It isn't very becoming." Fenn smirked.

The princelike man suddenly descended in front of you, blocking your path, "Y/n, was it?" He asked and you stared at him. "I'm Roy. You needn't be so frightened of us, you know. We intend you no harm." He gave you a charming smile.

"I find that very hard to believe." You said, panting.

"We aren't the scary sort. You can trust us." The man in green also descends in front of you, and it gives you pause. These two seem to be the least problematic.

"It's not you I'm worried about." You clarified.

The other men descend too, "Let us test this theory." Toa called and you turned. Before your eyes even managed to focus on what you were looking at, Toa, grabbed your face, his cool hand chilling your warm cheeks, and his body was engulfed in blue flame.

You wrenched your face out of his grip, "Will you stop touching me?!" You shouted at all of them.

"Wait your turn. The first taste is mine." Guy ordered and you groaned, your heart hammering against your chest as you felt a burst of rage.

"Don't you dare!" You shouted, backing away as he advanced on you, and you bumped into the two men.

"Hold on, Guy--" The man in green tried to say, but Guy grabbed you by your waist. "A simple touch can accomplish all of this?" Guy asked, shocked, as fire exuded from his body, and you tried to wrench out of his grip.

"How dare you! I should go first." Toa retorted.

"Do. Not. Move." Guy ordered, ignoring Toa's protests as that force tried to weasel its way into your mind again. At first it took hold, and you stood still as a statue, as well as all the other men.

"I'm frozen!" The man in green said.

"All four of us at the same time? How is that possible?" Fenn asked.

"Her touch has amplified Guy's powers." Roy said.

"Your lips are mine and mine alone." Guy promised, leaning in closer. You felt more rage burst through your form, and as soon as he got close enough, with you trying to move and will your mind to escape this power, you felt the chain on your brain snap.

As soon as you realized you were able, you slapped him across the face. Everyone, who had been frozen before, were no longer under the spell due to your breaking it. But they still stood still as statues, jaws dropped as you moved out of Guy's grip and took off running once more, Salem still in your arms.

"That is quite enough." A man in an extravagant white cloak blocked your path, his hood covering his head and face.

"Headmaster," Toa called, still in the nonmagical trance you put on him by breaking out of a powerful spell and slapping Guy.

"Get away from her at once. That means every single one of you." The headmaster said an you took in a breath, trying to put some distance between yourself and this man encased in white.

"What do you want? Here to try to force me into submission, too? I promise you it will not work!" You growled, your tired voice brimming with fire.

"Poor dear. You need not look so petrified, you know." The headmaster said and you glared at him.

"Petrified?! No, sir, I am furious," You seethed, putting your cat down on the ground for a moment, "You're a headmaster, yes? These men are students?" You started and everyone watched with bated breath, "What kind of bullshit institution are you running, that your own students resort to acting like disgusting swine the moment they get the inclination of power?"

The headmaster stayed silent, listening to you, "Hey, woman--" Toa looked ready to stop you but the headmaster put up a hand to calm him, allowing you to continue.

"I am not an object. I will not be used as such. Not by any man. Magical or otherwise. Get your pigs under control." You spat and picked up your cat, ready to walk again, but the headmaster stopped you.

"Let me go." You warned, but he wordlessly raised his hand in command, and you felt something wrap around your neck. You touched it, feeling a chocker with a pendant hanging off it.

"That little bauble will be your salvation." He offered and you looked at him in confusion.

"No doubt, you are overwhelmed, having found yourself here of all places." You looked at him, a glare still present in your curious eyes, "This world is entirely unlike the place from whence you came. It is the magical realm." He explained.

"I beg your pardon?" You shot, your voice incredulous.

"The human world in which you live is divergent from our own."

You swallowed hard. "This is too much. I am in a phantasmagoric nightmare." You put your palm against your face, your voice sounding exasperated. "This is no nightmare." He said.

"Your very existence here will shake this world to its foundations. You, not only have the ability to give others power, but your own powers in themselves are stronger than anything this realm has seen." He clarified, raising his hand to perform some kind of spell.

You felt your eyelids grow heavy, but you tried to fight it. This was no time to fall asleep. "Don't fight it, child. That strength of yours will be put to good use, if nurtured." He said and you continued to fight it, standing up on your own two feet.

Everyone watched you with bated breath, as your forehead began to collect with sweat. Your body was warming up from fighting against the magic, and having already fought and broken Guy's powerful spell, you were worn out.

Your vision began to tilt and you fell onto the ground, whole body slick with sweat, but your eyes were still open. "Very impressive, Ms. Y/n. But I must urge you to rest." The headmaster said and you shook your head. "No... No..." You could feel your consciousness slipping, and you desperately tried to get a grip on it, but it just became harder and harder, until you couldn't fight it anymore.

"You are a rare and wonderful creature. But until you learn to hone that incredible power you hold within you, you represent nothing but an evil omen to the magical realm." The way he said it made it sound like you had the ability to be the strongest villain their world had ever seen. As though if you weren't trained and given the right direction, you could reduce their world to nothingness, with your own two hands.

And everyone should be frightened.

--

You felt something wet touching your hand and your eyelids twitched a few times, slowly opening. "Salem..." You mumbled, opening your eyes.

"Good morning, milady." You heard a smooth, elegant voice call and you looked over, seeing Salem with wings and his mouth opening and closing.

You screamed, jumping and accidentally falling off the bed. "What the hell?!"

"Are you alright?" He asked, and you stared at him dumfounded. "You can talk!" You pointed out, shocked.

"I understand your surprise, having never been to the magical realm before, I'm as thrilled as you are!" Salem exclaimed. His voice kind of suited his pitch black appearance. It was a little bit deeper than you would have thought, but still fitting. He had a posh accent, too, and you were dumfounded.

"All will be well, milady. You have nothing to fear as long as I am with you." He nodded, assuredly puffing out his chest and naming himself your protector.

"Lord have mercy..." You huffed, desperately, wondering what would become of you, now that you realized this was no dream.

[dangerpronebuddie]

WIP Word Search

I was tagged by the fabulous @lover-of-mine thank you!!!! 💜🩷

Rules: Use this generator to generate three random words (or however many you'd like to do) and share the lines where they show up in your WIPs.

My words: comfortable, sugar, shrink

I thought these would be easy to find... Nope.

Comfortable: This one was a lot harder to find than I thought. The first is from In Walked A Man With A Gun In His Hand, a Danger Prone Diaz fic I've had sitting around for like a month because I don't know how to finish it.

"Danger, Will Robinson!" Buck called from the kitchen. Eddie smiled to himself. His mom always said that when there was trouble, and he'd picked it up himself when she introduced him to Lost In Space. Now, Buck, Chris, and half the firehouse said it when something odd happened. "What's up?" Eddie called, leaning back to peer into the kitchen. "We are out of snacks," Buck said. "A black hole is more populous than this cabinet right now." Eddie sighed. "Okay. I'll run down the street and get some stuff." "I could do it," Buck said, leaning in the doorway. He looked so comfortable in Eddie's kitchen. Like he belonged. He did belong. Eddie just wished he was brave enough to ask if Buck would want to.

I could only find one other time I used it??? It seems odd, I feel like I use it a lot. Oh well! The second comes from a cute and soft little fic I started in my notes app at an ungodly hour of the night two days ago, in which Eddie discovers Buck knows Morse code:

And when he's bored out of his mind, or just sitting around, he taps his fingers on whatever surface is near. It could be his knee, a table, a chair, and- on one memorable occasion- Eddie's head. He still can't quite figure that one out. When Buck realized he was doing it, he yanked his hand away with a blush creeping up on his face. The finger tapping could be just a stim, a random sequence Buck comes up with on the fly, but... Eddie's starting to notice something. The tapping is never random. It's Morse code. - - - The first time Eddie notices, they're all laying around the station loft, exhausted. Calls kept them out until well after two in the morning, but adrenaline and a few near misses brought everyone to the cozy loft rather than the dark bunks. It's a peaceful quiet, one only people completely comfortable with each other enjoy.

Sugar: Found it in a few, the first being in a fic I started at like 2am, titled My Name Is Whatever You Decide (And I'm Just Gonna Call You Mine). In short, Eddie wants to change Buck's name:

"You'll regret that," Eddie smiles. Sure enough, just like every other time Buck swipes his coffee, his nose wrinkles in distain at the bitter taste of the coffee and the algae creamer. He looks ridiculous, and adorable, and Eddie wants nothing more than to smooth out the furrow in his brow with his thumb. And maybe kiss him. Definitely kiss him. And, just like every other time he swipes Eddie's coffee, he takes another sip just to be an ass. "I made yours," Eddie says with an exasperatedly fond huff, pushing Buck's liquefied sugar towards him. Buck places Eddie's coffee down and softly bonks his head into Eddie's, like a cat smushing its head into its owners palm. "Thanks." "Always," Eddie whispers.

And again in Slight Air and Purging Fire, my baby. It started as just a bed sharing fic and then became an arson fic that's going in Danger Prone Diaz when I finally finish it.

He made the perfect cup of coffee, two sugars and a splash of algae creamer, and climbed the stairs to see Eddie still passed out. He'd drifted closer to Buck's side of the bed, his arm extended like he was searching for something, and a little pout on his face. Adorable. Buck slowly sat on the bed, careful not to jostle him. He gently carded his fingers through Eddie's dark hair, which had fallen in his eyes. Eddie blinked awake and looked up at Buck. He smiled softly, making Buck's heart flutter. "Morning," he said in his sleep rough voice. "Morning," Buck smiled. "I got Chris to school. Made you some breakfast." "Thank you," Eddie sighed. "He was okay with going?" "Ecstatic actually," Buck said with a grin. "He couldn't wait to tell everyone what happened and how his hero dad saved his life." Eddie chuckled and shook his head as he sat up. "What time is i-" his eyes fell on the clock- "you let me sleep til ten?" "You needed it," Buck shrugged.

Shrink: I hope the past tense counts 😅. I found it twince. Once in my BTHB prompt Distress Call, which I really really want to finish soon because I love it, and in One Day Away From Your Arms (which now has a new title).

"Now that we know you can use your words, maybe we'll get some answers out of you," Lennie said. "Let's start with what you saw, hm?"

Eddie clamped his mouth shut again.

"Don't go silent on me, pretty boy," Lennie cooed, reaching out a hand towards Eddie's face. Eddie shrank away from the touch, his gut twisting in disgust.

Lennie grabbed him by the hair and yanked him closer. Eddie winced as the room spun. His head throbbed beyond belief, and the sting from Lennie's grip wasn't helping.

One Day Away From Your Arms, now called Oh, I'm Holding My Breath (Won't Lose You Again):

His heart raced, goosebumps rising on his skin. He pulled on the restraints, closing his eyes against the resulting dizziness. His sore body, along with the lack of leverage, meant he only succeeded in rubbing his wrists raw. A door opened and soft footsteps crept closer. Eddie opened his eyes further. His stomach lurched. Dylan stood over him, a relaxed smile on his face. "I was beginning to worry about you, babe. I had to up the dosage just a little." "Dylan," Eddie rasped. "Let me go." "I can't," Dylan sighed. He trailed a fingertip down Eddie's chest. "You're just too perfect for this." Eddie tried to shrink away from the touch. The ropes just didn't have enough give.

Absolutely no pressure tagging: @13shadesofanni @monsterrae1 @housewifebuck and anyone else who wants to! 🩷💚

[kawadoesstuff]

I don't know, dude, I feel gutsy enough right now to post this piece of mouth crap so like.

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The Fool

"Tell me about the end of the world".

"Do you really want to know?", I responded.

"Yes", they told me.

"Then listen closely. The end of the world, after almost everything has finished. There's a wind, strong, but not fierce, not cruel. It's a bit like a kitten playfully nipping at your hand". "What colour is the kitten?", I heard them say.

"Why, it's a gray one. With a great deal of fur, the kind that you sink your fingers deep into when you give the cat a pet".

"But more than just the wind, there is a cloudy sky, almost as gray as the kitten's fur. A cloudy sky that makes the sun burn a halo through the canopy. It's quiet, but never silent. There was always something to hear, if the wind grew too tired to hum its tune. And there is always someone in your sight, even if they don't think about seeing you. You might smile at them. Maybe they would smile back, or simply stay their path with a painless face".

"There's a bobcat roaming here, like she told you. It's the end of the world for her too, and for the bobcat as well. A dead rabbit, with dirty bone and missing back, laying outstretched on the side of the road. With its beady eyes gazing emptily into the space behind you, you can tell that today was the end of the world for it too. There's a toddler, bright and cheerful, walking with an old man with gray hairs yet scattered across his head. It's the end of the world for them too.

A large stone lay in a field, often woken by children climbing it as they played their odd little games. A wild flower grew a moment taller, a shred larger, bitter in taste but sweet in aroma. The wailing of an ambulance passing by, a distant and dire emergency answered with the sacrifice of a pair of paramedics leaping into the maw of a twisted form, returning moments later with the mouth's most recent meal, regurgitated from the belly of the beast, soon to be unharmed again. It was the end of the world for all of them. And tomorrow will be the same". 

"The same what?"

"The same end. Tomorrow will be the end of the world too", I stated

The little shape was confused now. "Why?"

"Why not? It could be some good fun".

"Tomorrow's end will be the same. There will be a confused youth in bed, reading stories and shedding a few tears".

"Why?"

"Maybe he was still tired and reeling from a yawn, or maybe the story was just too beautiful for her. But it's the end of the world for him too, there's nothing she can do to change it. It'll be that way every day.

The clock ticks upward, growing, resetting, and blooming again like a perennial flower traveling through its own minute seasons and years, time after time after time. The end of the world is every two-dozen hours, for it".

"What's a baker's dozen?", they inquired.

"Why do you ask?"

"You reminded me about it when you were talking about the clock", the voice responded.

"A baker's dozen is thirteen, and a regular dozen is twelve", I said.

"Why?"

"I'm not sure", I could only say.

[diezanos]

I’m writing this down because I’ll cry if I say it

I’ve had something on my mind lately. But don’t groan yet! Do not worry! I promise I’m not trying to disturb the peace. It might seem odd at first that I decided to write a letter instead of just telling you. But I find that I’m able to thoroughly understand my feelings and get my point across in the way that I intend if I just sit down and think about my words and what I want to say. Sometimes when I had lots on my mind, I’d catch the overflow by letting it all pour out in unspoken words. It worked best when I’d sit in the halls of the music building. I’d lay on the sunlit carpet like a cat and it felt so comforting. Suddenly, everything I wrote out made more sense than it did in my head.

So what is it?

I’ve said this maybe 17 times since you left, but I missed you a lot. I enjoy being alone and having time to myself, just like any other person, I think, but I missed you a crazy amount. In a matter of only four days, I experienced what felt like a week. It might be everything going on... yeah. But I felt a little crazy thinking about what you might be doing, what you were seeing, what was annoying you, if your back hurt from sitting at a weird angle... I just thought about you a lot.

Then I tell myself, “Hey! Snap out of it! Don’t be annoying!” I don’t want to be overbearing, to squeeze you too hard, to kiss you too many times, to make you uncomfortable. There’re plenty of times when I overthink things, you know this. I try not to invite myself over too much, to take up too much of your weekend, or to spend the night because I want to be considerate about you having your own alone time. Time to rest, to do whatever you need, maybe even nothing at all. And this is something I’m just explaining, I’m not trying to start a conversation about it right now.

Although much of that is just me putting myself down, it is true that you sometimes need days when you don’t have to worry about anything or anyone, and I understand that. But I’m overthinking it and going out of my way to not be “too much”. I know you’d do something similar at the beginning too. You told me you’d try to not be pushy about things because you were being considerate. I think that’s how I’ve felt myself be recently, so hopefully you understand what I mean when I say I don’t want to be overbearing. I even wonder if we both try not to be “too much” sometimes.

Whatever it is, in a way it kind of doesn’t matter. Because if I just take a step back, I’ll see that I’m very special to you. You make me feel it everyday. I’m not saying this because I’m full of myself but why wouldn’t you want to do all those things with me? I’m your boyfriend and you do such a great job at making me feel like that special guy! We’ve had some of our best days together, so then why am I second guessing if you’d want me to go over so we can watch some rich ladies scream at each other while we eat some scrumptious burgers from Wendy’s? The worst thing you could do is say no.

So now things make more sense to me and I’m not as scared to say that I would like to spend more time with you. I know I’ll always enjoy being with you no matter what we do. From going on a little road trip together to putting up yard sale signs at night when I just want to be in bed. You make everything better. So I’m being straightforward with you and letting you know that I’d really enjoy to spend the night again sometime but for longer. Maybe we could even spend a whole weekend together. Whatever it is, I’d really like to experience that sort of domesticity with you.

And this letter isn’t meant to get any action out of you. There’s also no clock ticking. I’m not expecting a certain reaction from you either, not even a smile. I’m writing this letter just so that you know that this is something I feel ready for. You’ve brought up stuff like this before in small ways, like when you said you had thought about giving me a key but didn’t want to make things weird. I think I pushed you away with what I said that day or made you think that I wasn’t ready. You also just recently invited me over since you were going out of town and because I had said that I didn’t want to be home anymore. I’m really thankful that you did that but I probably also pushed you away when I said I’d feel uncomfortable being alone in your house. So I want to clarify this a little: I want to spend the night with you not because of a particular reason or circumstance, but simply because you want me to be there.

So now you know and nothing needs to change except that I wanted you to know about all that I’ve been thinking and feeling. So if there ever comes a time when you feel the same way, just read this over again and know I’ll be excited for it. I love you.

[abstracthappiness]

spooktober 2022, collected

This house contains a storm; our mother invited it in, years ago. It likes when we play the organ. The thunder sounds much different when it isn’t pleased with something, like when our cousin came to visit… We’d never seen someone electrocuted before.

-

The servants have fled, which is for the best. The ritual didn’t go right, not all the way. It was carried out with a careless hand, a shaking hand. Words were mispronounced. It isn’t the right time of year— But she’s back now. You brought her back.

-

You find yourself on a ghost ship, standing on a plank over endless water. There is something behind you; it wears your sister’s face. “Thalassophobia—fear of the ocean,” it cackles, and pushes you off. You wake up, salt water soaking the carpet of your room.

-

During family dinners, we pay no attention to the sounds coming from the cellar, even when the china cabinet starts to rattle. Father is most disapproving; the only thing he’ll say on the matter is: “You should have buried it deeper.”

-

There’s always a few dumb kids who wander into the woods on a dare this time of year. Just call up Sally Bracken—she’ll find the ones even the dogs can’t track. She wandered out of the forest herself, couple decades back; skin like bark, eyes black end to end.

-

You wake from a drugged sleep, a body cam locked around your chest. There’s a table of sharp and blunt instruments beneath a sign: Choose your weapon. You exit the cabin into a forest. You are fenced in. There are cameras in the trees. You are being hunted.

-

The new governess was horrified by the strange symbols of branch and bone hanging in the window. “It’s just chicken bones,” the cook said. “The little miss thought to frighten you off—she’s a bit…odd. Doesn’t care for strangers since her mama died.” * Miss Alice took the child aside, scolding her for the grisly crafts. Dana stared unsettlingly, but Miss Alice smiled. “You could have kept me away, if you had used cat bones instead. Would you like to learn the dark arts? It will be our little secret.”

-

The monster under your bed slithers out as you wake from a nightmare, frozen with sleep paralysis. You are fully aware of its shadow against the wall, the dull click of its claws, of its tongue against your cheek—tasting your sweat, tasting your fear.

-

The man in black watches you lay flowers on your mother’s grave. He keeps his distance, but he’s always there. At the cemetery gates, you look back (never look back!) and he’s standing at the same grave. The flowers wilt in his presence.

-

You stumble into the wrong room, empty except for rows and rows of masks on the walls. When you try one on, it feels too tight against your face. “Do you like my collection?” the host asks. A voice that is not yours speaks: “Oh yes, I like this one very much.”

-

Your only ally is a demon trapped in a jar, left in the back of a closet, forgotten by the witch coming to torture you. “Have you ever heard the story of Pandora?” the demon whispers. “Who?” The demon laughs. “Let me out, I’ll tell you all about her…”

-

The girl wears a bright red cloak. The wolf blends into the shadows, dogging her steps. The foolish might think she’s in danger, until they see the truth: the girl and the wolf have the same eyes. Both must burn and be buried, before they devour the world.

-

Of course there are bodies in the lake. We still go swimming there. Sure, we lose a few people every summer—don’t you realize how much worse it would be if we shut things down? Remember what happened in ’94? What it took to get that thing back in the water?

-

You’re hiding in a closet, pressed so hard into the corner your bones ache. You cover your face with your hands, giving in to that childish belief that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you— “Found you,” it sing-songs into your ear, claws brushing your skin.

-

You watch as he—the man with the coat of leaves, with the iron blade, with red eyes and black teeth—enters your sister’s room, leaving you bleeding out. (You’ve dreamt this every night for five months. The calendar has a date, circled in blood, counting down.)

-

There’s a stone circle outside of town known as Goblin’s Gathering, where all manner of mysterious things are said to happen. People disappear, or see frightening creatures, or find strange objects that change their destiny. Tonight, it is where you will die.

-

You want to forget last night—the bite marks on your body make this difficult, but you bandage yourself up and move on. The wounds don’t heal; teeth begin to emerge, tiny spikes on your arms, on your belly, ripping open into mouths. You are so hungry.

-

“Your debt has come due, Monsieur Malinare.” “Here is a soul to take my place.” He gestures to the sleeping child. The Reaper frowns. “This is the third deferment. You cannot do this for eternity.” The so-far immortal man smiles, as his daughter is swept away.

-

The servants have fled the manor. All for the best, you think. It must have been alarming, to see all the blood—even if it came from a deer, you’d swear on the bible that’s what it is. The whispers inside the walls grow louder: You’re doing the right thing.

-

The apocalypse has been brewing in your basement for all your life, and most of your grandmother’s. She calls you down on your birthday; she needs your help with the final ingredient. You ask what it is. “My heart,” she says, and pushes you in.

-

The beast shifts according to its prey. When it killed your brother, it was insectoid. A flayed woman stalked your father. It came for your mother as a rabid bear. You think it has forgotten you, then realize: it is your loneliness, eating at you like a void.

-

It’s quiet in the tomb. You stopped screaming awhile ago. It’s difficult to move, to breathe; the water you drank was probably poisoned. The bones start chattering. They say, Stupid girl, getting yourself locked in here. They say, Sleep, it won’t be long now.

-

The resemblance to your sister is uncanny, down to the birthmark on the wooden face. The joints clack as the strings jerk, dancing the figure closer. “Don’t be afraid.” Your sister’s voice issues from the puppet’s mouth. “It only hurts for a moment.”

-

The tour of the castle took an sinister turn as they ascended a staircase. “Of course, this place is thoroughly haunted—Do try to avoid the torture chamber,” the butler intoned. “The spirits there are the most restless. They will hurt you, if they catch you.”

-

Something went wrong, and we were blinded by a flash of red light, before the room went dark—the candles snuffed by a sudden wind as a mass manifested itself in the summoning circle— The creature uncoiled slowly. Its eyes glowed in the dark. So did its teeth.

-

Father is locked in his laboratory again. After Mother’s death, he became obsessed with immortality. The servants leave, one by one, disturbed by the noises, the smell. Nanny tries to take me with her, but I refuse. He’s my father. He would never hurt me.

-

“Don’t eat the candy corn, it’s poisoned.” Watching Sara choke made Brad laugh. She punched his arm. “Next you’ll tell me there’s razors in the apples.” “That’s just a myth.” Brad leaned in close. “But seriously? Avoid the punch. I definitely poisoned that.”

-

Joel was all tricks, no treat. He stole candy, kicked in pumpkins, and jump-scared everyone. The grownups laughed it off—boys will be boys—until he went too far one Halloween, and Kyra Pent ended up in the ICU. One year later—she’s come back to haunt him. * Kyra usually gave out candy on Halloween. All treat, no tricks. This year she tagged along with her friends to a haunted house. Joel Spencer was there, pulling his stupid, dangerous pranks. Kyra can’t remember dying. But she knows exactly who to haunt.

-

Sherrie met many folk on the road on Samhain night—not one of them human. Gram had these warnings for her: “Carry silver coins and iron nails in your pockets—rosemary and a little grave dirt, if you can get it. Wear a mask and keep a false name on your lips.”

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