#it's still open if you still wanna venture 'round :]

[its-paperd]

ouh got some submissions in, let's see what we have!! >:D

awa!! cromssy!!

CROSS-KUN REAL /lhj

" ERROR, THIS SASH OF VIALS ...... IT'S MADE FOR ME!!! " or he saw some extra vials and went :O!!!!

KEHAHAHAHHA ALPHA CROSS......... HE'S ANGRY THAT'S HIS DIFFERENT E-KITTEN /LHJ

oughuey...... flower..... ty <:]

sweats

[messylustt]

can i pls request a small fic where reader is from earth 1218 and miguel has to hide at thier house for a bit to get away? cos he dosent wanna be in a universe where he exsists, you he randomly chooses your house? doesn't have to be exactly like that but 1218 reader pls 🙏🙏

i love this. makes me feel like it could happen to me jwjidkskkkwks (i’m delusional ik. it’s okay) — also I feel like this needs a part two…

╰┈➤ ꒰ 💿 ┊bon bons ꒱

thunderstorm — miguel o’hara + reader ( spiderverse ) : miguel finds his way into your home, your universe. 1816, where no superheroes exist.

contents : kinda suggestive. suspense?? wc 3.0k. check out my spiderverse m.list

you didn’t have much planned for the day. nothing of importance. all that was required of you was to make sure you didn’t leave your sheets out on the clothes horse before the rain came.

apparently a thunderstorm. though the weather information usually stated extremes. no harm in being careful, you guess.

so, when the day got later you ventured outside, lifting on your tiptoes to remove the pegs. throwing the sheets in a basket you felt a very light drop hit your hair. looking up to the sky you could see the grey clouds slowly covering the already setting sun.

with one arm hooked around the basket, you locked the door and made your way down to the basement—to place the pegs back in their designated smaller basket. as you do, you try multiple times in flicking the switch, until it finally turns on.

you jump down the last step, throwing the pegs and moving to retrace your steps when the lights flicker off. “really…?” you quietly mutter to yourself, squinting your eyes against the darkness as you slowly tried for the steep stairs.

with only a slight misstep you reach the light switch again. flicking up down, up down, up down. and…the powers out.

luckily the sun was still barely visible when you walked back through your hallway, letting you see where you were going. you had planned to check the tv for weather news or maybe your phone. but both annoyingly won’t work. you guess that’s indication enough that the storm is almost here.

and surely so, the wind begins to howl as you stare out the window, checking that they are locked tight, as you fiddle with a lighter and a box of candles.

and just as you set up the last candle in your kitchen a noise stops your hands movements. looking to your left—down the hallway—you squint. it’s probably the storm. because the rain had begun to sound like hail on your roof.

and then just as you go for food in the fridge you hear that same noise. you can’t really make out what type of noise it is, just that it’s loud enough to run right through your entire home. you finally step out of your kitchen, walking down the hallway.

you begin to slightly smile to yourself. because this all feels too much like that horror movie you watched the other day. you stop at your front door, looking out through the key hole, and checking the lock as you slide the chain.

the house shook, as you gaze around, before your eyes widen. “shit—“ you mutter, quickly racing up your stairs to reach the bathroom. you had left the window open to help with the condensation.

and just as you began to make your way back down the steps something dark walks across your hallway. you freeze. what was that? you didn’t want to know, now your mind whirring, as you stay midway from taking the next step.

it was just…a shadow…of a tree…yeah. for some reason that got your body moving again, you don’t really know why, because a shadow that dark isn’t just some reflection.

you swiftly peek your head round the corner of your hallway, eyeing your dimly lit house. could an animal have gotten in? usually in a storm animals look for shelter. that’s why when you went upstairs to your bathroom you saw a friendly spider by your sink.

now in the kitchen you sigh, seeing no animal or anything similar. you open the fridge, scanning for food. but that’s when you hear a creak.

whipping around, your breathing caught, your gaze stops on a slowly turning figure. you’re frozen, the fridge light probably displaying your expression rather well. and then you catch this…thing’s face. at first he looked like a man.

until you saw his red, almost glowing eyes, and fangs that glinted in the dim candle light. now you’ve found your voice, while simultaneously finding food, as all you can think to do is hurl it at the figure.

“what are—how—huh??!” you’re now skirting past the kitchen island as the man-thing watches you. your hand finds a salt shaker and as you aim to throw it at his head, his hand swiftly flies up, catching it far too fluidly.

you’re breathing heavy as your eyes now physically hurt from staying so wide. he inspects the salt shaker, before placing it on the kitchen island. he has claws…

“am i going insane…?” you whisper to yourself. because that’s what crazy people do right? whisper to themselves. “yeah…you’re not…real.”

you actually look back to him. your statement a…statement, but you guess part of you was wanting some sort of confirmation.

he tilts his head, eyeing you. “it’s like you’ve never seen a spider-person before.” he finally speaks.

you blink, still pressed against the kitchen counter as if that will serve you some form of protection. in your mind it does. “what?”

he flexes his claws, as you now notice a mask in his grasp. “…are you a robber?” mask equaled robber, in your mind.

he raises a brow, looking throughly unimpressed. He has ventured a fraction closer, now more in the light, and now more visible to you. you’re slightly taken aback. because even though it looks as though he does have red eyes and fangs. he doesn’t look…horrid.

“is that really what i look like?” he asks, as you now notice his wet hair, curling around his face and a certain suit that you swear you’ve seen before.

“no.” you say slowly. “you look like a…vampire.” you could actually laugh if you weren’t so terrified. “are those contacts?”

yes, you’re still in disbelief, and denial. The man narrows his eyes, then glances out the window. you watch him carefully, your hand moving to grab something behind you.

“don’t throw that.” he holds up his hand, still looking out the window.

you stop midway from grabbing an orange as you continue to stare. “what are doing in my house?” you finally ask the essential question. whatever he is he’s still broken in.

then your brows furrow, because you didn’t hear glass smashing…you don’t think. “how even did you get in? i swear i locked everything…”

he looks back to you. “i have my ways.”

“that’s…descriptive.” you mutter more so to yourself. “are you…like a cosplayer or something?” because you swear you’ve seen his suit before.

he eyes you. “what universe is this?”

“universe?” you blink a shit tonne of times. because what?

he seems to be thinking as he gazes around, before some sort of realisation hits him. “1218.”

“12 what?” you’re utterly confused, as you scrunch your nose, pressing your fingers to your temples. Your brain was starting to hurt. but then he was moving closer.

you hold your hand out, suddenly becoming more alert. “don’t—“ you say firmly, but then his head is swiftly turning in the direction of your front door. and then he’s right in front of you making you jump, your eyeballs threatening to fall out. “what—“

“shh.” he says, placing his hand over your mouth, as his body pushes you further against the counter and into the corner—where your cupboard creates a blindspot.

you go to at least try and say something, your heart beating on overdrive, but then you hear gruff voices and a loud noise that resembled the breaking of wood, and smashing of glass. you go real quiet after that, trying to see past this large man.

miguel can feel your body still. obviously still tense, but you aren’t shoving him off you. he keeps his hand over your mouth, his breath now hitting your eyelashes.

you stay still. because this man in front of you didn’t have a weapon—from what you know—and his heaving chest and darting eyes are showing you he doesn’t like your new visitors either. then you make eye contact, and you hate to say that you aren’t repulsed by his blood red eyes.

miguel slowly removes his hands, making a ‘silence’ motion with his finger, to which you gulp and close your mouth. miguel can hear the approaching footsteps, and the crunch of glass under their feet.

then his breath is by your ear. “is there somewhere we can hide?” his words tickle your neck, making you shiver.

“uh…there’s…” you try and think. because where the hell can you hide?

“take your time.” he whisper-comments. but you ignore his sarcasm as you meet his gaze, hearing the further approaching men. “the attic.”

miguel tilts his head to the side, silently asking you to show him. but you hesitate. alone. in the attic. with this…stranger. miguel seems to catch onto your swaying mind, as he leans back closer to your ear. “i’m not gonna hurt you, if that’s what your worried about. i have no use for that.”

no use for that? but you can’t dwell because the urgency is back in his voice. “but these guys will. so, if you don’t want a bullet in your head. move.”

and you do. because a bullet in the head doesn’t sound nice. and again—this guy didn’t a weapon. you shift past him, him having moved slightly out of the way.

you lead him—as silently as possible—down the hallway, which is now littered with glass, and your front door is busted open, letting the howling wind prickle your skin.

you turn left and then right, coming to a stop as you reach the long stick you use to hook around the retractable stairs. but miguel doesn’t want to waste time, as he takes the stick from you, while simultaneously hooking his claw around the metal loop and tugging.

you stare at him, seeming to realise just how tall he is. the stairs are soon down as you hear voices, much much closer. miguel grabs your shirt, yanking you towards him as he a practically lifts you onto the first few steps. you hold down your yelp, because right now that would cause a disaster.

scrabbling up you try to keep your feet light, as miguel moves, hot on your heels. then he’s pulling the stairs up in the nick of time, and it all seems to make you sweat, as you pull at your t-shirt, fanning yourself.

miguel stands, having slid the lock, part of his suit getting caught up with cobwebs.

“okay, what the fuck is going on?” you whisper-hiss, making miguel turn to you.

“it’s nothing personal.” he says, walking past you, to look out the small, circular window.

“thank god. but that really doesn’t explain anything.” you say, a mix of fear and adrenaline leading you to anger. “who are you? and who are they? at least answer me that.”

miguel looks back at you, sighing, as he takes in your flustered state. “maybe i should have left you down there.”

“is your name that top secret?” you keep fanning yourself as you scrunch your eyes together, trying to wrap your head around everything that had just happened.

“miguel.” he finally says, making you open your eyes.

“what?”

“my name…” he says, slightly stepping closer. “is miguel.”

“ah…” you say, but then your brows furrow. “is it real?”

miguel looks at you, pausing a moment. “my…name? you’re asking if my name is real?” he’s in slight disbelief, as his expression displays what looks to be distaste.

“well, i would have assumed you’d say some…hero name. you look like you jumped out of a comic book.” okay…you may be saying too much. but your mind is fried and you desperately needed answers. of any kind at this point.

“that’s flattering.” he states dryly.

“no seriously. why are you dressed like that?” you ask, eyeing him. you hated the fact that he didn’t look…bad.

“right…i keep forgetting you don’t a have a spider-person here.”

“what? like spider-man?” you force a chuckle. “yeah, you must be some sort of cosplayer.”

“whatever that is, i’m not. just…” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “how about let’s not talk?”

“no, no, i need answers.” you stepped closer. “if not about you, then about them.” you point to the floor.

miguel licks his teeth—or more accurately his fangs, making your gaze get caught up in the action as you gulp.

“all you need to know is that they’re bad men who like to kill.” miguel edged closer to you. “if you stay out of their way you might survive.” and then he’s brushing past you, crouching by the trap door as he pays close attention to the noises below.

your gaze follows him, as you move to crouch down beside him. miguel looks slightly up, watching you try to listen. miguel tilts his head in observation, as you visibly strain to catch any words.

“you can’t hear them.” he states bluntly. you look up. “then why did you look so intent as if you could hear them?” you ask, narrowing your eyes on him.

“because i can.” he simply answers, catching the intruders’ words again.

“wait…check that.” one of the guys are saying. “don’t most boring houses have those things called attics?”

miguel is then quick, because the little bolt locking you guys in isn’t gonna hold if they try to come up here. he grabs your arm, pulling you to stand, as you slightly jolt at the fast movement. all you had heard was muffled voices.

miguel pulls you closer as he scans the room, stopping on a nook that even he barely noticed, along with a mattress that he could slide over as coverage. before you could say a word, miguel’s hand has moved to your shirt, making it easier to move you with him.

“what’s going on—“

“shut up.” miguel whisper-hisses by your ear, pushing you towards the nook, as you both crouch down. miguel then webs the mattress tight against the wall, making it inhumanly possible to move it if you didn’t have the type of strength miguel had.

your eyes widen as you see the fading orange strings shoot out of his wrist, before he’s pulling you back to him. but with the harsh, unexpected pull, your foot slips.

miguel reacts quick, because if you fell, the thud would alert them of your hideout—“them” having now bashed through the trap door. your breathing hitches, as miguel moves, your head almost hitting the floor.

now you rest against the dirty ground, breathing erratic as miguel hovers over you, breathing equally as hard. his hand is holding the back of your head, as the other cages by your hip.

and you can’t move, because they’re already walking up into the attic. you sew your mouth shut, as you do your eyes, the slight scrunch of your features getting noticed by miguel. whose face is millimetres away, his breath tickling your heated skin.

“why am i even helping you…” he mutters so quietly you almost don’t catch it.

“i’d like to know that too.” you whisper just as quietly back. you slightly crack your eyes open, meeting his gaze. you press your lips together, at the close proximity. miguel’s eyes narrow. “don’t talk.”

“you talked first.” you reply, slightly lifting your head to his ear before placing your head back down. “and you can move your hand—“ because it was still placed under your head, but then miguel’s finger—or claw—was pressing firm against your lips, shushing you.

the footsteps were near, and you actually hold your breath. miguel slightly pushes down on your stomach, forcing you to breathe, as the warm air hits his finger—still pressed against your lip. then his breathe is by your ear. “it’d be a wasted effort if I didn’t keep you alive longer.”

your heart is beating in your chest, his practically right up against yours. and he doesn’t leave his spot by your neck, as his breathing tickles the hairs there. “mi…miguel.” you carefully whisper, and his hold on the back of your head tightens, his claws sinking into your hair.

“didn’t i say to be quiet?”

“then stop talking.” you mutter back. and miguel could actually laugh at you. because what position are you in to use that harsh tone. he grabs your cheeks with his hand that was placed by your hip, resulting in him being practically on top of you, making you tense.

he squeezes your cheeks so that your mouth was forced to open. “stop. talking.” he said slowly. and now you physically couldn’t with his claws pressed to your cheeks.

but then the footsteps grew very very close. right by the mattress. and both you and miguel turn your head. you then glance down because you felt a breeze across your ankle. your foot was in an easy view and you want to curse. because was that really going to be your undoing?

miguel notices your body’s movement and your almost frightened gaze. looking down, miguel clenched his jaw. his hand moved down your body, wrapping around your thigh, as he very slowly widened your legs.

your look is of harsh question when miguel meets your gaze. but he doesn’t stop, pulling your foot out of few, by spreading your leg to the side, resulting in him practically laying between them.

you rest your head back, clenching your jaw as you ignore anything and everything. then miguel is pulling your chin back to face him, as he listens to the men’s steps. “anything else I need to fix for you?” he whispers so quietly in your ear. you want to hit him, because this position makes you feels far too vulnerable.

but you can’t say a thing. you know you can’t. not until the men leave. you slightly shift, your hip bone pressed into the wood. miguel’s hand flies to grab your thigh again, holding you still. tou couldn’t do that. god, you really couldn’t do that.

he keeps his hand on your thigh now, spreading it even wider, making your breathing hitch as you force your lips to press together till it hurts.

how the hell did you go from organising your washing to being under a large man…vampire…thing, where you could feel everything? that’s an answer you’d love to know right about now.

© messylustt.tumblr please don’t steal, copy or translate my work onto other platforms.

[sweetercalypso]

Sober || Joel Miller

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: When Joel needs a break from reality, he finds the perfect distraction in a QZ dive bar

Notes: minors dni; alcohol consumption, hair pulling, grinding, unprotected p in v sex, afab reader, dom (ish) reader, strangers to lovers, one-night stand

Life in the QZ was split into two parts: the time spent working, and the time spent forgetting what you do for work.

Most days, the weight of existence was bearable – if only just enough to get through until tomorrow. But tonight, Joel was at his limit.  

He leaned his weight against the sticky bar and tucked his nose into his dirty shot glass. Even the tang of cheap liquor wasn’t enough to remove the film of smoke in his lungs, the ash smudged over his knuckles and the tops of his filthy boots.

Tonight, he just wants to forget.

Burning bodies of infected and erring scavengers was one of the most repugnant jobs available in the QZ, but it was by far the highest paying, and Joel frequented the venture more often than he could stomach. It was harrowing and back-breaking work, and he didn’t like to think about it any more than he had to.

He squeezes his eyes shut and opens them again, blinking away the memories replaying on a loop in his head.

A pair of fresh work boots tap languidly beside Joel’s feet where his distant gaze had inadvertently landed. He looks up to find a new figure sitting next to him, and he wonders when the transition between patrons had been made.

With hands wrapped loosely around a half-finished bottle and a blissful haze softening your features, Joel figures you’ve been beside him for quite some time. It’s a shame he hadn’t noticed until now.

“What’re you drinking?” he asks, leaning in to hear your response over the clamor of drunken workers scattered through the bar. His head feels heavy, and he tries not to focus on the way his words run together.

“Dunno,” you say, chest heaving with a contented breath. “Someone said it was new, figured I’d give it a try.”

“Is it any good?”

You shrug indifferently, though the glint in your eye tells him you’re more invested in the conversation than you let on. “Do they serve anything good here?”

His mouth turns up at the corners, almost smiling in response. He takes his own drink in hand and raises it to examine under the dim overhead lights as if pondering what you’d said.

“No, I guess not.”

Easy silence stretches between the two of you as you nurse the remnants of your drinks. Joel watches your hands as you swirl your now-empty bottle in contemplation, fingers pressed against the perspiring, dark glass. Just as he puts his hand up to call for another round, you roll your shoulders back and stand to leave.

“Y’know, I live just down the street. Got somethin’ better than cloudy whiskey and stale beer there if you wanna join me.”

Joel knew the invitation was coming – he could sense it in the way your eyes flitted over his features, the way your lips curled with intrigue when he spoke. Still, the words swelled in his chest, provoking a fire that he was well acquainted with.

He downs the rest of his drink in one go, slamming the glass onto the bar and pulling himself out of his seat in one swift motion.  

“Lead the way, darlin’.”

–

The walk to your apartment is short, leaving little room for the callous small talk that Joel prefers to avoid. He’s almost delighted when you accept his company without asking what sector he works in or how long he’d been in the city – nothing to remind him of the day’s earlier events.

Your front door swings opens on stiff hinges and you lead him inside with little preamble.

Everything in the QZ was run down. Buildings crumbling under the weight of neglect, ceilings bowed by weather and disrepair, whole blocks going without electricity for weeks at a time. But from the work you’d put in to making your apartment look distinguished, Joel could almost imagine he was somewhere else entirely.

“You can hang your jacket by the door,” you say, shrugging off your own outer layers and draping them over the arm of the battered couch in the living room.

Little stacks of books and odd collectibles sit neatly on the coffee table, and if Joel’s visit didn’t already serve a purpose, he’d think to ask about their importance.

Instead, he watches as you rummage through a high kitchen cabinet, procuring a hefty bottle of something clear and swiping two shallow glasses from the counter.

“Don’t tell anyone about my stash,” you tease, rounding the corner of the couch and plopping down on the far end. “It’s not something I like to share.”

“I’m flattered, then,” he says, settling on the couch beside you with a strained grunt. The muscles lining his back are practically groaning after far too much of the same strenuous work, but he’s hoping that a bit more liquor might loosen him up.

“Took a week’s worth of ration cards to get this,” you mention offhandedly, twisting the screw cap off and pouring a generous amount for the both of you. “But it’s worth every cent.”

He makes a mental note to ask Tess about adding liquor to their import list, though he doubts he’ll remember this conversation in the morning.

You hand him a shot glass and he tips it into his mouth without a second thought, eager to move the night along. After another pour, his mouth starts to burn. One more and he melts into the threadbare sofa like he’d become a part of the furniture.  

When you swing a leg over his lap and bracket his hips with your thighs, his cock twitches in interest. Your fingers card through his hair and tug playfully at the roots, and Joel’s head jerks from the pleasure it brings him.

“You gonna make me feel good, handsome?”

Between the alcohol buzzing in his veins and your weight pressing delectably against his groin, it’s almost impossible for him to supply an answer. He settles for an affirmative hum and pushes his hips up into yours.

“Fuck,” he grunts, one hand clutching the arm of the couch and the other seeking purchase on your waist.

Calloused fingers twist into the hem of your shirt, rucking the fabric up enough to glimpse the smooth skin underneath. Joel’s mind floods with the need to explore further and, as if cued by thought alone, you strip the offending fabric from your chest, discarding it on the floor somewhere near his feet.

His hands skim up your torso before his rough palms find the warmth of your tits, pressing attentively into your skin.

“So pretty for me, sweetheart.” His head dips forward and he focuses his muddled attention at the base of your throat, leaving a winding trail of open-mouthed kisses up to your lips.

You taste the liquor on his tongue, the faint sweetness of his whiskey barely present behind the bitter strength of the vodka you’d been sharing. When he pulls away for a breath, he leans his forehead against yours and his eyes flutter shut.

“Yeah, that’s it. Keep those hips movin’”.

His hands are everywhere all at once, a dazed blur of pressure on your hips and lower back as he rocks your core against him. Even through your combined layers of clothing, you can feel the swell of his cock beneath you.

“Need these off,” you say, fingers fumbling over his belt buckle and tugging at the front of his jeans.

While you’re focused on his lower half, Joel works on kicking his boots off and popping the buttons of his shirt open with a fervent need to match your state of undress. You remove yourself from his lap just long enough for both of you to shimmy your jeans down your thighs before you’re back on top of him, mouths pressed together in a sloppy kiss.

Your fingers dance over the front of his boxers, dipping beneath the waistband and ghosting over the leaking tip of his cock. When your palm meets his length and you look up at him through your lashes, his thinning patience begins to show.

“That’s enough teasing. Where d’you want me?”

You seem to think for a moment before lifting yourself from his lap and urging him to lay across the couch with his head propped against the arm.

“Lay back. Wanna ride you.”

If Joel were a better man with more time to spare, he’d make you come a couple times with just his fingers or his mouth before he fucks you, but the room is already spinning and he can’t think about anything beyond the prospect of your tight cunt wrapped around his cock.

He slinks down into the couch and lets you take over, resting his forearm behind his head to get a better view.

“Fuck- that’s it. Just take what you need, darlin’.”

It’s messy, greedy, downright sinful the way his cock fills you up, the way you take him to the root in one slow dip. When he’s all the way nestled inside you, your hands fly to his chest for balance.

You lift up just enough to feel his length slide against your walls, just an inch before you’re seated on top of him again. He grunts at the effort of keeping himself still, and the sound fuels the urgency in your movements.

“Feels so good,” you croon, pushing yourself up further and dropping back down.  

Joel wants to commit this moment to memory; the plush of your kiss-swollen lips, the slick glistening on your inner thighs, the gluttonous distraction of a quick fuck.

His hips stir with the need to meet you halfway, though he doubts his drunken thrusts would be fast enough to match your pace.

It’s like you’re devoted to bringing him to his end with the way your walls squeeze his length. He huffs out a noise of content and rubs a hand over his face.

“Yeah, take it.” You’re searching for your own high, slanting your hips to drive the tip of Joel’s cock into that spot that makes you see stars. All too soon, you topple over the edge, hands clinging to his chest to keep yourself upright.

Joel rubs soothing shapes into your skin and picks up where you left off, working you through your release while chasing after his own. After a few more thrusts, he’s flexing his fingertips into the meat of your thigh and throwing his head back against the arm of the couch.

“M’gonna come,” he warns with a raspy breath.  

You pull his length out with a hiss and run your hands over him from base to tip, his sensitive skin still gleaming with your slick. His cock jerks once, twice, against your palm and he comes in pearly rivulets that land across your stomach and your closed fist.

You release his length to rest against his abdomen and he takes a heavy, shuddering sigh before pulling you down to bring your mouth to his.

“Gimme five minutes,” he says against your lips. “And I’ll be ready for round two.”

[bbyseok]

today, tonight, tomorrow

pairing: dabi/todoroki touya x reader

cw: touya just needs some love, redeemed dabi au, pro hero reader, gender neutral reader but dabi does call reader pet names like “doll” and “gorgeous” here, housewife dabi if you squint, some swearing, i go into detail way too much but he makes me soft, suggestiveness from dabi obviously, tiny bit of angst if you squint again, but overall mostly fluff

analysis: despite his troubled past and what it holds over his head, you show touya that he has a future with you. that he has today, tonight, and tomorrow.

a/n: a gift for my bestie <3

———

touya isn’t used to going outside in broad daylight. frankly, he doesn’t like it either. he doesn’t like going out at all, actually.

eyes that cast sharp glances at him, whether accusatory or simply curious, whether they knew of his past deeds or were simply taking in his appearance—it’s something he decided he’d do his best to avoid.

and when he does venture out into the outside world that was not your living room, he likes to adorn hoodies or long sleeved shirts. he stays rather close to your side, hand grasping yours or lingering over your shoulder. he tends to whisper into your ear lowly when he wants to tell you something. you might even get a kiss or two on your cheek—but he limits the amount of attention you two might attract when out in public.

touya is just like that.

but you wouldn’t have it any other way. it’s what makes touya, touya obviously. his preferences and details are the things that you adore. simply because you aren’t too sure of the last time someone’s been so.. considerate for him.

so you buy oversized hoodies for him to fit into, you hold his hand a little tighter than you need to for subtle reassurance, you tilt your head his way when you see him lean in. you sneak in your own kiss after his lips brush your cheek delicately, satisfied with the slight crinkle of his eyes that show when he smiles a small smile at your action. it’s the little things.

you’re okay with the little things. but sometimes, you wanna make sure that he knows. that he knows that you’re okay with everything, that he’s cherished, that he has a place with you.

touya doesn’t like going outside. but you think you can come up with something.

————

your career as a pro hero means long days and nights. either tough hours out in the field not knowing what danger you could be going in, or even tougher hours of drilling through mountains of paperwork.

you’re grateful that you can be a pro hero, of course—but weekends? oh, weekends are paradise.

it’s a late morning. the dainty sunlight coming in through the window is growing steadily but it’s fine—weekends meant sleeping in. scarred knuckles caress the round of your cheek. right. weekends also meant sleeping in with your white-haired boyfriend. (did i say weekends are paradise? scratch that, i meant heaven.)

you open your eyes the tiniest bit to find him propped up against the pillows on the headboard, his knuckles still against your skin as he watches you rise from your slumber. normally, you’d tease him for being a creep, but you can see the subtle awe in his features.

“i’m not dreaming, am i?” he mumbles to himself. like he doesn’t believe you’re real.

your heart swells and you lazily open your eyes all the way, meeting his soft gaze. “good morning to you too, love.” the words aren’t above a whisper, trying not to startle him.

his hand stutters against your face anyway, and he blinks in temporary surprise. he seems a little embarrassed that you heard him but he brushes it off easily.

you shift and a small shiver runs down your spine at the sound of touya’s voice. “good morning, gorgeous.” it’s rough on a daily basis, but in the morning? it’s almost enough to make you stay in bed during your workdays.

you reach up and grab his hand still tracing figures over your cheek, brushing your lips against the rough skin there. “breakfast?” you propose, trying to stifle your giggles as he shifts back down to lay with you.

“later,” he huffs, turning and cradling you close as he buries his nose into your neck. his hair tickles your chin but you don’t really mind.

like this, you let touya know he has today with you.

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after a long, grueling day of hero work, seeing a certain blue-eyed man standing at the kitchen counter with the takeout you asked him to order during the way home, you’re pretty sure you’d be happy to have such a sight every day.

(he can’t cook for shit—he’s also not allowed to cook. he had tried being funny one time when you were actually trying to conceive a meal.. and ended up almost exploding the stove and burning the entire kitchen down. there’s an unestablished rule of ordering takeout when it’s his turn to bring food to the table ever since.)

“touya,” you hum in greeting, instinctively grinning once you meet his cobalt gaze. he’s already heading around the kitchen counter towards you with a grin that can match you own plastered onto his face.

you had showered and changed back into your civvies at your agency—with the recent chill in the air, you have to start bringing heavy jackets or coats out now to work. before you can shrug it off though, his rough hands are doing it for you. he presses a kiss on your forehead, murmuring a, “welcome home, doll,” against the skin there.

you sigh. it’s definitely a welcomed contrast from the your labor of the day—hero work by no means is an easy and smooth job. but touya softens the day with his tender touches. your coat slips off your shoulders and he throws it over the back of one of the dining table chairs before he’s dragging you to the kitchen.

“was about to call you, y’know,” he informs in an amused huff, teasing and all, but you’re not really listening. his fingers feel really nice in yours. “you were taking too long to get home. i might’ve eaten all the food by myself.”

when he sits you down at one of the stools, you answer as you rummage through the small selection of food, “you probably should, you scrawny ass.” (you’re kidding. mostly.)

he throws a napkin at you.

as you break out into a fit of giggles and apologies, you’re unaware of the fond smile he throws you. before you dig into your meal, you clear your throat and glance at him. “but really, how was your day, love? did the takeout dude give you any trouble?” (it doesn’t happen too often nowadays, where the person delivering food gives your boyfriend a hard time. but when it does, you’re sure to give the manager an earful.)

“my day was fine,” touya hums in response, also beginning to eat. “real boring without you, doll. as per usual.” he then quirks a brow at you, a hint of a smirk toying at his lips. “i definitely could be doing more fun things with you around.”

you can feel your cheeks heat up and you nearly choke—even though you should be used to his innuendos, you’re not. still, you see it fit to deadpan him once you swallow down your bite. (you’re trying to eat, dammit!) “you did not just say that while i’m shoving food into my mouth.”

he snorts loudly at that and when he opens his mouth to say something, most definitely another innuendo sprouting from your words, it’s your turn to throw a napkin at him.

this time, he laughs. (people laugh—it’s a normal thing part of life. but when touya laughs? it’s special, because usually you’re the only one who gets to hear it.) “alright, alright, doll,” he relents, chuckling roughly, “‘m eating.”

you huff in amusement. “you better, you twig.”

he lunges for you and you scream, unable to escape his grasp as his slender fingers dig into your sides in a sudden attack of tickling. his raspy tone takes on another delighted laugh and dinner is almost forgotten. (it might’ve been because the tickling led to a makeout session, but dinner is almost forgotten all the same.)

like this, you let touya know he has tonight with you.

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you wake touya in the dead of night.

he’s all low grumbles and mutters as you stir him from his slumber. “touya, love,” you coo at him, brushing the white tufts of hair from his drooping, barely open eyes, “i wanna show you something.”

he peels an eye open to peer at you, albeit sleepily. “yeah?” he shifts, fumbling for one of your phones that had ended up on one side of the bed. when he checks the time, he grunts and stares at you with a questioning look. “you wanna show me something?” he pauses and double checks. “..at 2 am?”

when he sees you nod seriously, he blinks. “fine.”

after making sure both you and him are bundled up—it’s cold out there—you lead him outside and into the car. it’s not a long drive, and he surprisingly doesn’t ask too many questions along the way.

you pull into the parking lot and it’s no doubt that you’re in a park—there’s fields, a bike trail or two on the side, and a playground set not too far off in the distance. still, you pester him to be patient once you’re out of the car.

“y’know, i’ve done my fair share of shady things in my life, doll, but i didn’t think i’d be this much of an influence on you,” he snickers as you grab his hand and start dragging him along one of the paths.

you roll your eyes and scoff but find yourself grinning at his comment. “oh, hush you. i’m no lawbreaker.”

touya clicks his tongue. “yet.”

your laughter carries out on the slight night breeze, and he thinks it’s perfect. he doesn’t know exactly where you’re leading him but if he gets to hear you laugh like that, he thinks you can lead him anywhere.

by the time you’re halfway up the trail, it’s cresting over a hill. nothing too small nor big, but once you reach the top, you can see the majority of the park. however, that’s not what you want him to look at.

“look, touya,” you breathe, puffs of air coming out before you because of how cold it is. “i came across this spot during one of my night shifts but.. the sky looks so nice from here. the stars are so pretty.”

he follows your gaze to see the night canvas. the stars are simply shimmering dots that wink down on you both, with the moon and its silver lighting completing the picture. and then he glances back at you.

“yeah,” he agrees softly, his fingers flexing in yours. “they are.”

touya doesn’t like going outside in broad daylight. but in the moonlight—its paleness engulfs you and you look as if you’re an ethereal being. like you hold the light of the world in your hands. and he thinks to himself, that maybe he can start liking going outside, if it means seeing the stars in your eyes.

like this, you let touya know he has tomorrow with you.

[indouloureux]

Can I just say…you are so talented on writing! I legit binge reading all of your works and all I can say is there are 🤌✨ freaking amazing! I can’t wait to see more of your works in the future :] I hope you don’t mind, you can ignore this request if you want, I just really want to tell someone about this scenario that keeps repeating in my head! Imagine this, Reader and Joseph had a long night. The reader has a lot of hickies all over their body and as for Joseph has a lot of marks behind his back. Reader just woken up and just admiring Joseph’s face and just start kissing all over his face to wake him up and it’s just all fluff and all cute just gahh Anyways thank you for listening:]

AHHH i love u thank you for reading my works ❤️

+ this gives me august by taylor swift vibes like 🥹 i love that song with my whole soul

the light blinds you from your closed eyelids, the dream stopping and ripped apart from your mind in a millisecond. you find yourself blinking, heavy and slowly, letting the yawn you emit put tears in your dry eyes.

and the first thing you see is him — him and his face smushed against the pillow; him and his slightly parted lips that let out quiet and broken snores; him with his lashes that graze his cheeks; him and his freshly shaved stubble; him that lays on his stomach, back beneath the sun, craving, wanting, for your name to be written onto it in a calligraphy of loops and significance.

you let yourself admire him first, eyes wandering at every pore on his face. the small, unnoticeable wrinkles on the corner of his eyes from his work. his still puffy and pink lips from venturing your body and sucking onto your sweaty complexion until he's marked you the way no one else would.

you see the red tendrils your nails had scratched upon his back, turning pink and loosing it's swell as it had been given to him hours ago when the night was still young. you remember the sounds he made when you'd scratch on his thick flesh — a deep throaty moan that made your toes curl.

his walnut curls tangled and pulled, spread apart his pillow like a halo. you mentally image him with big, alabaster wings to perfect the visual, because he is an angel, who deserves everything. including you.

albeit you'd never get sick of seeing his face deep into slumber, the sun has risen higher in its time and you decide to press a soft kiss on his forehead. joseph doesn't stir in his sleep, and you find yourself pressing another one on the bridge of his nose, dragging down on the round button; then a kiss to his rested cheeks. everywhere but the lips and soon he's stirring.

joseph makes a tired moan from his throat, shoulders wiggling until a sigh leaves him and his eyes open slowly, dusked with sleep until they brighten in all its hazel glory. his eyes twinkle at the sight of you, smiling tiredly with a wrinkled nose.

"morning," he grumbles. "would've added a good, but i was dreaming that i killed a demobat and decapitated vecna until you woke me up, so."

"aw," you chuckle, slightly raspy. "i'm sorry baby," your hand comes up to brush the curls above his ear and temple. "go back to sleep, though."

"no no no," he immediately comes back to wrap his arms around you, pulling your face to his arm. "no i wanna see your face. don't wanna dream of his ugly arse again. i wanna see you."

he pulls back, only to look at the marks around your neck and collarbone, the rest peaking up from beneath the covers. you bashfully look away from him, finding your fingertips tracing the ridge of his collarbone.

"‘d you wanna see my face, or did you wanna see this?" this, you meant by the hickies he'd painted on your body. joseph chuckles, leaning down to kiss your neck.

"that, too." he murmurs. "had a good night?"

"the best night,"

joseph beams, pushing himself away. "do you want a hug, bug?"

you don't tell him yes because you pounce on him, urging him to lay on his side and wrap you arms around his torso, hiding your heating face on his neck.

he takes the hand from beneath him to push your hair behind you ear, fingers splayed on the back of your head to pull you into a tired kiss; a simple peck with much devotion.

"y'look so beautiful," he says. "most beautiful person in the world," he kisses every mark he's left, lips soft and delicate.

"even if i'm all purple?" you joke.

"if it came from me," he looks at you, nose kissing yours, forehead touching in a lipless kiss. "still beautiful. always."

[heartfullofleeches]

Hey Devil,

I turned 27 today and wanted to thank you for for all that you do here. It’s literally the only thing that brings a smile to my soul throughout the day…if I may be so selfish, could I request (whenever you can) a comfort piece with any of the cafe or museum folks? I’m just so tired of this life and would love some solace

(Happy birthday, Anon! Hope the waters clear for you and that this little piece is to your liking. Went with cafe because we haven't seen them in a minute)

"They should try mine first!"

"Eat shit, pussy! Boss is trying mine first!"

"I-I don't mind if you try mine last, master, but please enjoy it!"

Your birthday. One of the most awaited days at the cafe, but also one of it's most hectic. You sit at a booth surrounded by your regulars, the entire lot rented for your special day. The sneaky cat who paid for the venture planned the celebration around you and him, but a certain cow still had her keys and crashed the party during the decoration stage.

Every direction holds a new cake for you to sample. To start off, a high in, four tier cake sits at your immediate disclosure. Each layer was a different flavor and it was wrapped in the fluffiest frosting decorated with sugar pearls and lace pattering. Next was a quaint little dome with white frosting and a pink belly, topped with rabbit ear. Following that was a sheet cake with a grass pattern, bordered by a yellow wall and a little candle in the shape of a barn. To round out the display was a ghastly number that hardly resembled a cake at all; its walls collapsing outward on itself and burnt to a crisp. Frosting included. An air bubble in its center pops as someone points a manicured claw at it.

"If Y/n eats that thing, we'll be spending the rest of the day in the fucking hospital." Saber hisses, teeth bared as his fur frizzles from the stimulation.

His hyena rival rolls his eyes to the back of his skull. "Quit your bitching. I might have left in it a little too long, but I'm sure it's not that horrible."

"Ehehe... If we are claiming firsts, may I request they open my gift first." The leech-maid suggests "I've done my research and positive they'll enjoy it."

"Unfortunately for you, Doc. I believe I am the one who holds that title." Comes the crow from one corner, addressing the shiny pendant hanging from your neck.

"Here you go, sugarcube. Eat up." Whispers Belle; the cow woman having already cut you a huge slice from her cake while the others fought. You've tasted her desserts before, but this one seems sweeter and lighter than usual, and is your favorite of what you'd had in the pass. She wipes the crumbs from the corner of your lips and pockets the napkin.

"Alright, enough." Barks Bear, clearing his throat of the snarl within as he addresses everyone in the room. "We've been over this. We wish them a happy birthday, we give out the present, we play nice for a little while longer, then we each get ten minutes alone. Got it?"

Agreement comes in the form of a grumble or word of confirmation from around the room.

The wolf glances at the sheep by his side. "Wanna start off?"

"Um- Sure! Ha-"

"Wait just a moment.... There." Viney hands place a floral crowd on top your head, buds sprouting and binding the piece to your head by locking with each other through strands of your hair. "Perfection. Now we may begin."

One... Two.. Three.

Out of tune and a few off-key, your loyal and lovestruck pets sing you happy birthday. Through their discordant song, one thing rains clear. The love each individual bares for you and their willingness to make sure your happiness always last. It was the very reason they all were here now without going at each others throats'. The bickering may return another day, but at the end of it all their hearts were yours alone.

[jaidens]

And What Would You Do Baby, If You Only Knew

pairing [s] : two-bit mathews x trans!Soc!male!reader

warning [s] : | mentions of homophobia | fighting | kissing | secret relationship | I made the reader I guess jock? | blehh he's so silly | probably a little ooc.. dunno

a/n [s] : requests are open!!

Two-Bit Mathews has been explained to always put his two bits in a conversation, and the wise cracker of the Greaser gangs. However, when he met you, he's sure you ate him up and threw his brains and voice-box out of the window. You're sitting at the lunch table, chewing on whatever school food was made that day, with your jockey friends. He was warned about that group by Johnny and Ponyboy, how they always tried to take down Greasers that roamed the school.

However, Johnny mentioned how you were in his English and Chemistry class, and how you defended him a couple times after one of your “friends” picked on Johnny. People could've sworn all of the mischief and constant seek for danger left his eyes that day. Now, it was filled with adoration and wanting to find out about the boy he fell in love with that day.

Two-Bit immediately begins his venture of messing with you. Your friends stuck up for you, ending up with some bruised lips and eyes out of school grounds. However, on those particularly hard days, you stayed back with Keith and picked him up for running back to your friends. God, did that send him further back into the constant need to feel his hands on his face again.

Finally, he caught you alone, sitting away from people at the drive in theater. Two-Bit rubs his hands together and walks over to you, flipping up his leather jacket up further his neck: you're not sure how, but he figures out how to. He slides in the seat next to you, but you keep your eyes on the beach movie in front of you. “What are you doing around here? Where are you little Soc-y friends huh?” You turn your head at his words, and can't help but feel a little cheesy as him. He's puckering his lips out and smiling at you.

“They’re drinking and stuff. I actually wanna get home tonight.” You mumbled, head sitting on your fist as your attention falls back to the movie. Two-Bit slides back closer into you, arm wrapping around your shoulder and his hand rests. “Oh yeah? Need a ride home then? I can walk you.” You turn your head to look at him, with his hair greased enough to let a car slide on top and his eyes staring into yours. “Nah, I'm fine. I can just walk.” The Letterman jacket you're wearing suddenly feels too warm for the night and you pull it off.

Two-Bit is still there, arm wrapped around you. “You can’t walk round’ here.. lemme walk you home.” Two-Bit is almost begging to you, and he sits his head in your lap to look at you. You can't help but feel your cheeks warm at the sight of him. He smells like smoke and beer, but for some reason, it pulls you in deeper. “C’mon baby. I don't bite..” That's the sentence that started everything, that started the endless secret nights of holding and everything that you always needed and what you dreamed of.

You had to keep everything on the down low, your parents especially could not find out about Two-Bit and yours relationship. So, it ended with sneaking around past doors and out of windows, or holding hands under tables and interlocked pinkies. You couldn't lie and say the adrenaline rush wasn't absolutely amazing, after the constant things happening with the same business conversations or what football team won that week.

Two-Bit made your life ten times better than usual, but always incidentally, people find out about everything.

Two-Bit decided to take you out to a picnic and you were absolutely so excited. You wore your best Madra and jeans and you did your hair the way you knew Two-Bit liked it. He picked you up at your front door, and he and your father had a conversation. Two-Bit said he was giving you a ride to a football meeting, and surprisingly, your dad believed him. It was surprising to you for the fact that Keith was successfully able to lie to your parents.

Keith takes your arm and starts walking with you. His hands are in his jacket and he's talking about school and the gang. “I missed hanging out with you. Ever since the rumble everything's been so tight. The guys, man, they wont let me even look at a Greaser without getting my ass kicked.” Two-Bit straightens up and his arm wraps around your waist. “I know, Dally almost ripped my head off a couple days ago cause of it. I went out to see you, and man, was he mad.” You smile at the thought of Two trying to see you when he knows the circumstances between Greasers and Socs.

“I wish we could tell people, y'know. I wanna be able to do stuff with you in school.” Two-Bit nods and slips his pinky into yours. “Me too.” Two-Bit responds, gently cradling your hand in his and giving it a small kiss. “You’re the best thing that's ever been mine, and one day, I swear everyone will know.” That gives you a sense of relaxation as you lay your head on Two-Bit’s shoulder.

The moment is sweet and gentle, and you stare between your feet on the ground or the stars that collide against the dark sky. That was one of your favorite nights with Two-Bit, no matter how many more you shared, that night will always be etched in your memory forever. The way he held you and the way he told you that everyone would know.

The next day at school, it hurt to not hold him or even speak to him. Two-Bit didn't care however, and would still continue to talk to you and be around you at all times. It worried you and if the chance your friends found out, you would be torn apart quicker than you could even yell. Whenever Two-Bit tried to walk you home, you didn't even realize one of your friends had been traveling far behind and you decided to hold Keith's hand in yours and let him give you a soft kiss against your cheek.

At some point, your friend sped up and slammed his hand on Two-Bit’s shoulder and slammed him onto the ground. You yelled out Two-Bit’s name as your “friend” threw a punch against Keith's face. You pulled Two-Bit away from the fight and told him to go away. Your friend is standing there, holding his fist, and he's huffing in breaths. “What the fuck was that?” You asked and your friend looked up at you. “The Greasers need to get away, always being in your business, man. We're buds, we gotta protect each other.”

You stared at him like he was speaking a different language. “So, your thought to protect me, someone who is fully capable of getting someone away, is to throw them on the ground?” However you're sure your friend is more confused than you are and grumbles before walking away. “Man, sorry, I just lost it. But, don't tell anyone, I'm with Two-Bit. We're.. dating.” That makes your friend stop walking and turn to look at you. “Aw shit man. I'm sorry too, I should've let you handle it if anything was happening. So.. you're like gay?” The word almost burns, but you know he's just trying to figure it out. You nod at him and he gives you a soft smile.

“I won't tell anyone, your secrets are safe with me.” You smile at your friend after he reassures you. You hug him and he smacks your back. “See you at football practice next week.” Now, it was time to find wherever your boyfriend had ran off too. Eventually, you find Two-Bit, he's wiping the blood off of his nose and you can see him angrily rubbing tears off his face. “Two, hey honey.” You sit down next to him and pull his hands away from his face.

“Dickhead hit me right in the nose.” He huffs out and he lets you hold his handkerchief to his nose. You frown at him and give him a tight hug and he tenses up. “He apologized. It's just... we're all protective of each other. Just like how you are with Johnny.” You pull away from the hug and Two-Bit has a soft smile on his face. “I just, I really wish we could be more open,”

You sigh and give Two-Bit a soft kiss on his forehead. “I know, soon.” He hugs you once more and lays on your shoulder. “Thanks for fighting him.” You laugh with Two-Bit as he runs his thumb over your knuckles. “Always, I would fight everyone for you, I’ve done it before.”

[ @itzwilby ]

[kittydcoxx]

RAAAHHHHHHH BEIDOU FIC I WROTE ON THE BUS beidou simps come get ur meal pspspsp

GUYS IVE LOST MY MOJO??!?!?!! IDK HOW TO WRITE SMUT ANYMORE??!?!?! TERRIBLE!??!?!?!!!!!!! AUGHHHHHHH but here is the food for my poor little fellow beidou simps who are fed nothing but mere crumbs. I offer you a really shitty beginning of a fic that i literally wrote on the bus home bc i didnt have data. 😮‍💨

Not proof read WHATSOEVER and whatever beginnings of smut there is is at the very end of the post bc 😭😭😭 i was procrastinating it bc im soooo rusty but wanna get back into the groove of it again.😒😪

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The floor beneath you booms with the rhythm of the music blasting from the speakers. The lines to the bathrooms are backed up, and your friend had informed you that it is in fact not because that many people need to use the washroom, but because people are using substances or hooking up. This was the last thing ever on your bucket list, partying just wasn't your thing, but as per your friend's birthday wishes, you were met with pleas from her for "just one club night pleaseee!" And you had denied her far too long that you decided "what the hell, why not."

A few drinks in your system (though not intended, the peer pressure of your friends begging you to join just one round eventually led to... a few) left you more lax than usual, and to everyone's surprise, you had the incredible capacity to actually dance. This is the first time you've really lost yourself in the music, every other opportunity ruined by the idea of people watching and judging you, but with a little liquid courage and a confidence boost as a result, it actually seemed as if you wanted to attract attention, though you had no idea who's attention you had just wrapped around your finger.

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She had just come back from another expidition. It wasn't intended to be a long one, just a short trip from liyue to inazuma to transport a couple items, yet rumors from the crew about treasure and the ever repeating teasing that the captain had "replaced her sense of adventure for domestic living" had gotten under her skin enough that she made room for quite a few detours. She doesn't frequent clubs very often, usually opting for a drinking party aboard the Crux with the rest of the crew, yet tonight she wished for a different experience, and truthfully, she also wished for an excuse to be away from the crew for a while. This club seemed to have opened during her few-months venture on the grand seas of teyvat, and of course as an avid enjoyer of all things alcohol and parties, it was a necessary measure to make sure this club was up to par.

Striding over from the club doors to the bar counter, the atmosphere hits her face. This place was god damn huge. It seemed to be a spot for the younger generations, and the rest of those who are trying to fit in, albeit desperately. There were many foreigners, but still a decent amount of locals inhabiting the club as well. The music from the stereos blasting with a genre that would definitely take her to get used to, the rapid pace of the rhythm and lyrics and new assortment of melodies definitely would take one aback had they never heard it before. The sheer amount of people dancing and drinking and lining to the washrooms was almost overwhelming, even to our party-headed captain. The bar had never been so inviting. Resting her body weight on a bright red faux leather stool, she orders just a simple mixer, skeptical of the specialty drinks being served, the otherworldly-ness of it all taking her by shock. After knocking back a few of the same drink, she sits and observes the crowd, waiting for some sort of buzz to kick in, her energy zapped from the long months at sea but aware that after a few drinks she will be as rejuvenated as she was before she left. As she scans the dance floor, her eyes lock on a particular figure dancing the night away. Jumping, swaying, waving and just having what seemed like the time of her life, her animated moves enticing and entertaining to watch. Every change of the music makes her movements change, and at this movement the dancing changes from upbeat to passionate, sensual.

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The music had transitioned into a one that you were definitely sure was in some form naughty. The way the vocals whined and whispered, as if entrancing you into slowly swaying your hips and dragging your hands up and down and across your body to the rhythm, completely unaware of the attention you had just gotten from a not so secret admirer staring from accross the club. Sitting at the bar was a muscular woman, her furthest eye covered by a burgindy eyepatch, her uncovered eye locked upon the sight of your body moving to the music. Almost immediately you tense, and she notices, your eyes meeting, your's communicating a sense of alarm, her communicating intrigue. Once finally able to shake off the trance in which you fell upon meeting her gaze, you realize she had disappeared. Perhaps she went to freshen up? Or perhaps she just straight up left. Either way, no one else was obviously watching you now, and the music began calling to your body once more, continuing your slow movements to the rhythm.

-----idk what to put here so were skipping to the smut---------------------------

Her toned body looms over you, your arms rested on the pillow under your head. She pauses for a moment, taking in the image of you underneath her, so perfect and so pretty, just for her to see. Your clothes lay on the floor and it sets in that you are now completely on display for her to see, set out in front of her like a warm, steaming meal ready to be devoured. It had not completely registered that you had become in this position, but did it really matter? In this moment, nothing matters except for her.

Her hands trace paths along the sides of your body, trailing from your hips, to your waist, resting slightly underneath the lower part of your ribs as her head lowers into the crook of your neck, leaving kisses and marks into the plush of your skin, trailing down to your collarbone before making a beeline of kisses from the front of your neck, pausing again right before your lips touch, feeling the heat of your staggered breaths against her face, a smirk growing as she prides herself in how quickly she stripped and made a mess of you without actually even touching you.

"Mmm... you're really enjoying this aren't you doll?"

[elfboyeros]

A Scholar’s Rotunda

Wanna Read More or start from the beginning: Hallows Academy Masterlist @karaboutmyart @jj-pines @lerenee

“So, if you wish to help me, what is the plan?”

Amora thought for a moment as she sat over her homework, ironically homework for Trigonometry, “I don’t know…” she sighed.

Cobalt huffed, from his phantom place in her room, “Look I’m sorry!” Amora exclaimed.

“Chickadee, you are a smart girl, I believe you will be able to figure out this mess we are in.”

“I’ve searched as much as I can search on the internet about ghosts and ascension. Cobalt, I know as much as you do, we need to figure out your unfinished business! Since no one alive or dead knows how you died we have to find out how you died, yet you don’t remember what happened and I wasn’t even 3 yet and, oh yeah, I was in America!” She vented.

“Sorry that I died at a very inconvenient time for you,” Cobalt remarked with a high level of sass, “Your math is also incorrect!”

Amora groaned, loudly, before the door to her room opened and Loki entered.  

“What are we groaning at?” she asked, approaching Amora’s desk, and looking over her shoulder, “Ewe math.”

“Just having a bit of trouble,” Amora muttered with a sigh.

“I can’t help you out, lovely, I’m sorry,” Loki replied, settling herself into the plush palace that is her bed, “I asked Odis and Lance about books on Supernatural stuff, and they don’t have anything that isn’t fiction.”

“That’s fine,” the blond girl huffed.

“You’re really into the supernatural, huh?”

Amora thought for a moment. She may enjoy the supernatural and studying a subject, she isn’t obsessed with, yet her current predicament makes her seem fixated, “It’s just currently a fascination recently.”

Loki hummed, settling into her bed, “Ya’ know if you are this obsessed, you should check the rotunda,” the British girl remarked.

“The rotunda?” Amora asked.

“It’s the school’s library” Loki answered, adjusting her headphones, “It’s in the rotunda, off the study hall.”

Amora nodded, tomorrow’s Friday she’ll have time to spend all the time she wanted in the library… if she could find it first.

The following morning, Amora ventured into the maze of the academy. Now actually enjoy Cobalt's ethereal company as he guided her through the old halls to the library. After

The following morning, Amora ventured into the maze of the academy. Now, he actually enjoyed Cobalt's ethereal company as he guided her through the old halls to the library. After waving to a few new friends who had taken positions in the study hall, Amora made her way to the library,

A quiet spire full of bookshelves upon bookshelves in between columns and spiraling staircases with some nooks where one could sit, study, and read. It's a book lover’s wet dream, really. In the middle of the rotunda is a large Mahogany checkout station, with stacks of books covering the surface. A melancholic-looking woman with voluminous auburn hair with milky white streaks in her hair that curled around her round peachy cheeks.

“Welcome to the rotunda,” the woman remarked, quietly.

God, why does everyone here sound so depressed and monotone?

“Good morning,” Amora chirped.

“A little too chirper there, chickadee,” Cobalt chuckled.

“Do you have anything on Ghost and the Dead?” Amora asked approaching the checkout station.

“There are multiple pieces of fiction on ghosts in our sci-fi and supernatural sections on the 2nd floor,” the woman replied.

It smells heavily of Lilac the closer Amora gets to the checkout station making her cringe and the overpowering smell, “I was actually looking for something like a research journal,” Amora retorted.

“Those would be the third floor,” the librarian replied, “if we had any.”

Amora nodded taking one of the many spiral staircases up to the third floor of the library, while Cobalt followed his eyes still focused on the librarian in pink that sat at the checkout station. Her name was on the tip of his tongue, while Amora searched and heard through the few nonfiction pieces on ghosts, Cobalt continued to watch the older woman from his ethereal place, wondering why he felt so off being in the rotunda and why he wanted to get as far away from this woman as possible.

“Greyson?” Cobalt muttered to himself as the dean dressed in the color navy made his way to the checkout station.

“What about Mr. Densmore?” Amora asked quietly, her head still in a book rereading much of what she’d already seen on the internet.

“He looks horrible,” the ghost replied.

Amora let out a questioning hum before getting up from her little table to look over the banister. She started at Greyson; he looked fine like he did the day they went but given the grimace on Cobalt’s face at one point in time the dean of Hallows Academy at one point looked different.

“Olympia, do you have the reports I asked for?” Greyson asked the librarian in a stern and tired tone.

“Olympia!” Cobalt gasped, “My god, no wonder she looks familiar!”

“They’re on your desk, dear,” Olympia answered Greyson.

Greyson sighed, shaking his head, “I’m sorry, I guess I didn’t see it.”

“Are you all right, dear?” Olympia asked, softly.

“Why is she calling him dear?” Cobalt asked out loud.

“Maybe it’s just a term of endearment,” Amora replied in a whisper.

“I’m just tired,” Greyson replied to the librarian, “Working too hard and sleeping very little.”

“Then, why don’t you come home tonight? I can order some food, you can relax, we could—”

“I’ll sleep when the work is done.” Greyson interrupted very firmly, “I’m staying in my office for now.”

Olympia looked at the aging man extremely dejected, “I’m horrible old man, I know, and I’m sorry,” Greyson cooed, before placing his hand under her chin and tilting her gaze upwards to meet his, “I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

Cobalt raised an eyebrow, “but he’s married to Klaus…”

Amora looked at Cobalt confused, it was obvious that he knew something she didn’t out the two adults below them, “Klaus?”

“He is or was a teacher here when I was… I would have thought those two would have been together for the rest of their lives,” Cobalt answered, “Let alone end up with her, from what little I remember.”

“And what do you remember?”

“She started here young, had just given birth to a child, and needed a job. In the time I knew her, she was shy, but mysterious as if she was scheming,” Cobalt explained, “But I didn’t know her that well.”

Before Amora could reply, the doors to the library opened again, and Iphigenie walked through, “Genie!” Olympia chirped.

“Hi, momma,” the ginger girl sighed.

“Iphigenie,” Greyson remarked with a smile and nod at the young woman, she only waved.

When standing near one another it is obvious that Olympia and Iphigenie are mother and daughter, “Here,” Iphigenie said pulling books out of her messenger bag.

“Are you going to get others?” Olympia asked.

“Yeah,” her daughter replied before ascending one of the many staircases.

Amora went back to the books she was looking over, coming to the same conclusion that she had when looking across the internet, “So, we have to stay on the whole unfinished business crap,” Amora sighed in a whisper.

Cobalt nodded, “You have a plan now?”

Amora nodded, “You can’t remember how you died, and you can’t leave the school grounds, according to these books and articles on the internet that could possibly mean you are tied to the college somehow which means it’s tied to your death, I think if we find out how you died like if you were shot, stabbed, or whatever we could get at least a step closer to getting you to ascend,” Amora explained, “But I’m going to need you to start doing something.”

“What?”

“Tell me when anything seems off, even if it’s the smallest thing.”

“Ah, you are turning into the little investigator,” Cobalt chuckled.

“Thank you,” Amora replied with a little goofy smile.

Cobalt’s smile faded, “If you are starting a suspect list, put Olympia at the top of it,” he muttered, “There is something about her and being in here that makes me ill.”

“Noted,” Amora sighed.

“Do you always talk to yourself?” Iphigenie asked from behind one of the bookshelves.

The American girl let out an embarrassed squeak, “Not normally,” she mumbled, as she could hear Cobalt laughing in his ethereal place around her.

“Just now?” the ginger girl asked, poking her head out from behind the bookshelves.

“Seems like it,” Amora groaned, “Sorry, it’s weird.”

Iphigenie shrugged, sitting across from the blonde girl, “It is weird, but if it’s what you do it’s fine if it helps you retain the information you’re reading.”

Right, because she is in front of a ton of books, her conversations with Cobalt how ever quiet, could just be her reading to herself out loud, “What are you reading?” Amora asked.

“It’s an art catalog,” Iphigenie replied, “I need some inspiration for my next piece for my painting class.”

“Oh, do you have any pictures of your art?”

“Uh…” The young woman was shocked at Amora’s question, before pulling out her phone, “Here.”

The pictures of her art in the false-realistic style with rococo coloring, “Wow, this is all really good!” Amora exclaimed.

Iphigenie let out a little laugh before smiling, “Thanks.”

“These look so amazing, they look like book covers,” the blonde girl remarked.

“I want to do book illustration, so I need to finish my portfolio so I can submit it places,” the ginger retorted before sighing, “It’s hard-working at the café though.”

“No one really seems to have a job here, but you. Back at home, everyone seems to have one,” Amora observed.

The young woman sighed again, “I want to move back to Switzerland, and knowing my mother, she isn’t going to let me go back willingly even if I am an adult. So, I have to get the money together myself.”

“What a lovely mother,” Cobalt huffed.

The girls soon went back and further chattering away for what felt like hours, before descending one of those many spiral staircases together their books in hand.

“I’ll send you the notes for Trigonometry when I get back to my dorm,” Iphigenie mentioned as she and Amora reached the checkout desk, “There is tutoring on Thursday nights too.”

“I’m usually really good a math,” Amora sighed, “just recent I’m not too sure of myself… I don’t know why,” she said Cobalt was snickered in the background, “I just want to make sure I didn’t miss any notes.”

Iphigenie nodded before taking her book she checked out and leaving with a softy, “See you later.”

“You two are good friends?” Olympia inquired, as Amora sat her books on the counter.

Amora shrugged, “We are acquaintances, Today is the most that we have talked, we only have two classes together.”

Olympia hummed, “Do you intend to keep it that way?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“Excuse me,” Amora questioned.

“I only mean that you don’t seem like a good fit for my genie,” Olympia remarked, “that’s all.”

“A good fit… Iphigenie should be allowed to have her friends,” Amora awkwardly laughed.

“Careful, Amora,” Cobalt remarked softly, he could see the scowl forming on Olympia’s face just as much as she could, but he was also aware from being a parent, Amora just said some fighting words.

“You know better than I, mhm?” Olympia scoffed, passing back Amora’s books.

“No, but I know what it is like to be isolated,” the blonde girl replied, “Even if Iphigenie and I don’t become friends, it should be her own choice to pick her friends despite what you think.”

Olympia clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth before staring narrowly-eyed at the young girl, “You know not of raising a child.”

“I know,” Amora squeaked out.

Whilst Amora and Olympia were conversing, Cobalt had toddled his way over to a large stack of books, using his ghostly abilities to knock the books over. Allowing Amora to scamper her way out of the library.

“Thank you,” Amora sighed.

“What the hell were you thinking!”

His voice is loud in her ears, as she walks back to the dorms, “Does Olympia seem like a horrible mother yes, but you just met this woman, the woman that is our only suspect.”

Amora huffed before rolling her eyes before he continued, “I commend you for standing up for Iphigenie, but you and I are linked, if you get in trouble that could be bad for our investigation which means I can’t leave this plain to leave you alone!”

“I can’t just stand around while bad stuff just happens,” she puffed out, “It’s just like Bellamy…”

“And who is Bellamy?” Cobalt asked, his tone is much claimer.

“My friend in America, protecting her is what got me sent here in the first place.”

Cobalt hummed seeing the dejected look on Amora’s face as she recalled the memories of Bellamy, “I should text her later,” she muttered.

“You should.” Cobalt agreed.

Amora nodded, “After I figure some stuff out,” she sighed, before hurrying back to the dorms.

Hiding her head in books, examining web articles, searching odd questions in her search bar. If someone was mentoring her search history surely sharing things like ‘What are the most common causes of death’ would be cause for concern.

“Who was the guy you mentioned when we were in the library?” Amora asked Cobalt.

“Klaus, why?”

“Loki mentioned that someone went missing when I first got here,” Amora answered.

Cobalt hummed, “I don’t remember him ever going missing.”

“Klaus Densmore, right?”

Cobalt nodded, as Amora typed the name into the search bar and many articles popped up all with headlines that mentioned Klaus and a disappearance from 15 years ago. The American teen clicked on an article from Solostica News Channel One the same place she had read the article about Cobalt's death.

Beloved Music Teacher Gone Missing Ahead Equinox Festival  

Solostica News Channel One   Editor: Suzette Levi      Writer: Lucian Nicolette Esperine

On March 15th Klaus Densmore, a music history teacher at Hallows Academy, was reported missing by his husband. Last seen on the school grounds his disappearance has shocked our tiny community.

Although he had a vivacious personality and was described as quite direct by many, Klaus was respected and loved by many, including his husband and dean of Hallows Academy Greyson Densmore.  

Klaus Densmore is 5’11, of a pale complexion with jet black semi-leaf cut hair and gray eyes. He was seen in a navy cardigan, black slacks, and black shoes.

If you see Klaus Densmore or have any information on his whereabouts, please contact Solostica Detective Matias Prescott at 020 9734 2648 or ask for him at the Solostica Supervise Office.

Addendum: This case is currently cold according to Solostica Detective Matias Prescott.

“Ah! Ah-ha!” Amora yelped, “Clue!”

“Clue?” Cobalt asked, with his interest peaked he floated over her.

“Klaus went missing right before you died! Maybe you and Klaus are connected!” Amora exclaimed, “Maybe if I try and find stuff about Klaus, we’ll find stuff about you and how you died.”

“It is a definite start.”

“Amora, who are you talking to?”

Amora froze, the smooth silky voice of Loki from behind her, slowly turning around the blonde girl held an awkward smile, as her British roommate looked at her with a concerned gaze, “Lovely, you okay?”

“Yeah, Yeah,” she replied waving her hands in front of her, “Just talking to myself.”

“That’s not a good excuse.”

“Lance talks to himself, he has since we were kids. You were having a full-on conversation before I walked in.”

Amora awkwardly laughed once again, “If you are in the middle of a phone call I’ll leave.”

“At this point, if we are going to be investigating, just tell her,” Cobalt sighed.

“I’m not on the phone…” Amora huffed, “I... I am being haunted by a ghost…”

Loki then began to laugh, making Amora’s whole face bright red, “Loki! I’m serious! Ever since that stupid séance, this guy named Cobalt has been haunting me!” Amora exclaimed.

“And you are talking to him because?” Loki chuckled.

Amora sighed, “I’m trying to help him get to the afterlife.”

Loki continued to laugh loudly, holding her stomach as she did so, which made Amora’s face turn even more red, “LOKI, STOP!”

Cobalt sighed as Loki continued to laugh, the ghostly man moved himself over to Loki’s side of the room, before straining to use his ghostly abilities to knock many of Loki’s items and trinkets off her bedside table to the ground.

“What the hell,” Loki panted after laughing so hard before Cobalt used all of his ghostly strength to throw one of Loki’s mossy green pillows square in her face, “Holy shit you are being haunted by a ghost.”

“WHY WOULD I LIE ABOUT THIS!” Amora shouted.

While Amora explained what had happened since the séance,  the sky darkened into night, the librarian bookkeeper, Olympia, made her way to Greyson’s office. Finding the older man in his sitting area outside of his office, many papers atop the dark color coffee table in front of him as he laid back on his dark blue couch.

“Dear?” Olympia asked, seeing the dean resting across the couch with an arm covering his face.

“Yes Olympia?” he questioned.

“What do you know about the new American girl?”

“Amora?”

“Yes,” Olympia answered her hands clasped in front of her now standing at Greyson's side as he did not attempt to change his posture to give her his full attention.

“She’s a young scholar, here because she has an awful mother,” Greyson explained, “She has great potential.”

“Anything else?” Olympia asked.

“Not that I can recall, or that is relevant at the moment… she likes to read I guess,” Greyson answered with a tired sigh.

“Is she violent?”

“No?”

“Abrasive?”

“Why the questions, Olympia?” Greyson complained.

“She seems friendly with Iphigenie and—”

“Iphigenie is an adult she is allowed to befriend whoever she likes.” Greyson exhaled rolling over on his side.

He hugged the large navy coat under him as if it were an old teddy bear, “but Iphigenie is my little girl,” Olympia whined, “I have to protect her.”

“Protect her, or not have her leave you?” Greyson grumbled.

Olympia sighed, “I’m sorry for bothering you, I’ll leave you be.”

“Travel safety, Olympia.”

“I love you, Greyson,” she replied, as she reached the door.

He only hummed before she exited his office. Left to go home, yet she doesn’t go to the shared townhouse, no she travels to the beachside where a small pale shack sits abandoned and deshelled, where a man sits changed up below ground.

[floralflorence]

POV: A moment of tenderness between Leo and Reg makes ignoring their feelings much more complicated for the four of them. PT.2

@rueful-witch - sorry for the long wait my darling <3

After grabbing the bags of things they'd bought from the farmers market prior to the almost-kiss in the car, Leo hip-bumped the door open, using his back to hold it open so Reg could head in.

"Thanks," he smiled softly as he went past, delicately holding two brown paper bags in his hands. They both chuckled softly when yells sounded from the living room, entering it to see Logan and Finn with their back against the sofa as their fingers swiftly skimmed the buttons of their controllers, their shoulders nudging each other even while they wheezed out laughs.

"Who's winning?" Leo joked from behind them.

Without turning, they both let out happy exclamations that he was home before asking about his day.

"How was your date with Mr. Handsome, Dark and Handsome?" Finn giggled, eyes roving across the screen quickly as Logan's avatar ran towards him.

"Handsome dark and handsome huh?" Reg laughed, glad the room was fairly dusky on account of the quickly setting sun. Their heads swung round with a snap, both sets of eyes lingering on him for a moment before bright grins spread across their faces as they said their hellos.

"Are you two alright to pause that for a minute? Need to talk to you about something." Leo's face showed them that the 'something' was important so Logan flicked the pause button and they stood, following Leo and Reg into the kitchen to put the bags down.

"Is... everything okay?" Logan ventured to ask, the way Reg was intently not meeting Leo's eye when he helped him put down the armful of bags without dropping everything. He hopped up onto the counter, green eyes concerned as he anxiously swung his legs back and forth.

"Everything's fine, baby," Leo instantly stepped to reassure him, hands stroking along his thighs as he stood between them. He pecked his lips twice softly, waiting until Logan had stopped fidgeting to turn to Finn and Reg, talking in hushed tones a few feet away. Staying between Logan's legs just now with his back to his chest, Leo mumbled a soft 'hey' and nodded his head to gesture for them to come over. "Ça va?"

With a small nod and his eyes trained on Leo's nose rather than his eyes, Reg flushed darkly, no longer hidden due to the white lights of the kitchen, when Leo's knuckle gently bumped underneath his chin to prompt him to look at him properly. His question was in his eyes as he raised a brow at him.

"I-" Reg laughed embarrassedly, wiping his sleeve across his face as if to try and scrub his blush off. "I still feel guilty."

They had discussed this in the car on the way home, Leo assuring Reg that there was absolutely no need to feel bad for what almost happened.

"Regie, I know that usually it's a bad thing but we don't really do conventional if you hadn't noticed."

Reg let out a snort of laughter at the cheeky smile on Leo's face as he spoke. "Yeah, yeah okay that's pretty fair."

"Can someone catch us up, please. I wanna know why we're laughing," Finn whined, pouting at being left out the joke.

"I had a panic attack at the market- I'm fine," he rushed to say as Logan and Finn turned to him with worry obscuring their features. "But, uh, Leo was calming me down and he was close and, um..."

"Did you kiss him?" Finn asked, always the one to spare Reg the struggle of trying to find words he didn't have.

"Almost but no."

"Regie, don't feel bad for something that almost happened," Logan mumbled, sad at Reg being so on edge about something so small - they wanted to be a safe space for him where he doesn't have to worry and stress about little things.

"I just... when that something is almost kissing your boyfriend, of course I'm gonna feel bad."

"Love, we wouldn't have minded if you did," Finn said with a soft laugh, freezing when he realised what he'd said. "Um, I meant like... oh wow there's really no way to back-pedal that one," he rubbed a hand across the back of his neck with a forced laugh.

"Leo already told me that, don't worry, Harzy," Reg stroked a gentle hand up his arm, looking at him softly, feeling bad at how uncomfortable he looked. When Finn's eyes moved from his face to look down at the thumb Reg had stroking circles into his bicep, Reg mumbled under his breath and stepped back, eyes trained again on the floor.

"Wait, you told him that we wouldn't mind if you kissed him?" Logan whispered into Leo's ear while this interaction was happening, continuing when Leo nodded in response. "So... he knows we all have feelings for him then?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Turning his attention back to the pair of them in time to see Reg scramble back, he decided to get everyone on the same page. "So, we figured Regie could stay over for a movie night and then we could talk about, you know, everything tomorrow, when we've all got some sleep."

"If that's okay?" Reg added in a small, uncertain voice.

"'Course it's alright. It's a great idea." Finn instantly reassured him, grinning brightly at him in a way that made Reg almost nauseous as his stomach somersaulted violently.

Within a few minutes, they'd put away all the bits from the market and helped Leo get everything out that he needed to make dinner. After finally complying with Leo's laughed requests to go sit down and let him cook, Logan and Finn unpaused their game after Reg assured them he was fine with watching - he liked watching them play actually but he'd never admit that. Reg sat with with his back pressed into the corner of the sofa, knees up to his chest as he lay his chin on his arms and watched, cheering one or the other on whenever they won a round and consoling whoever lost.

Halfway through their third round, Reg shuffled forwards to grab a blanket from the folded stack they kept on the footstool, slipping out his favourite and fluffing it open. He wrapped it around his shoulders, the size of it meaning it could cover his whole body. A few minutes later, Leo walked in from the kitchen, flopping down on the sofa and stretching out his legs, hooking his ankles as his heels rested against the floor.

"It's just gotta cook for about forty minutes then dinner shall be served."

Logan ended up winning the round, leaving him in the lead between Finn and himself and passed off the controller to Leo to 'give Harzy a chance'.

"Cold, Regie? The heating should be on." Logan asked as he and Leo swapped places.

"Not really, this blanket's just comfy."

"I'm not surprised," he chuckled. "'Regie's blanket'," he added with a smile, almost an afterthought.

Humming in a wordless question as to what that meant, his heart raced when Logan looked almost sheepish.

"You're the only one that touches that one. We just call it yours."

Reg smiled, the thought that there was something in their house that was purely his despite their house having so much foot traffic being 'the party house' making him almost stupidly giddy. With a soft, endearing smile at Reg's bashful flush, Lo turned his attention back to the game so as to not make him uncomfortable. He had to desperately try to withold an outright yell when he felt Reg shuffle slightly before apparently hyping himself up enough to complete the action and lying his temple against the curve of Lo's shoulder. With a quick press of his cheek against the curls at the top of his head to reciprocate the touch and, in part, to reassure himself that he was actually there, Logan felt his hands shake as his heart pounded when Reg then snuggled a bit closer, now knowing the touch was welcome.

After breathing a shallow breath so he didn't unsettle Reg's comfortable position too much, Logan composed himself and reached an arm up to wrap around Reg's shoulders, his fingers stroking along the bare expanse of Reg's bicep underneath his shirt sleeve. He calmed when Reg made no move to get away from him, keeping his eyes trained on the screen, afraid that eye contact would make him bolt. Keeping his movements slow and gentle as though he was trying not to startle a frightened animal, Logan drew small patterns that dipped in and out of the divets of muscle in Reg's arm. He did freeze, however, when Reg shuddered notably against him.

"Bien?"

"Oui, ma famille n'était pas particulièrement câline," Reg joked back, letting out a soft breath when Logan just pulled him in closer in response. "This is nice," he whispered.

"Ouais. You smell like fruit," Lo mused, laughing too when Reg snorted, thanking him for what he hoped was a compliment.

After a while, Finn leaned back to ask Logan if he wanted to switch out with him but paused when he saw Reg lying comfortably against Logan's side, eyes closed as Lo's fingers ran through his hair. With Reg not looking at him, Logan had taken to opportunity to admire him, his own eyes trained intently on the contours of his face. Considering Logan looked very comfortable where he was, Finn turned back to the TV, nudging Leo's leg with his foot and nodding his head at the pair with a smile. His grin widened when Leo's whole face softened, his eyes flicking from them to Finn before he leaned in for a kiss, Finn returning it happily.

Leo always kissed slow and soft whenever he was all mushy like this - Finn's favourite kisses - making him grumble when Leo pulled away.

"Quoi?" Leo wondered with a smile.

"Wanna kiss you."

With a confused cock of his head, Leo answered. "You did just kiss me."

Finn shook his head softly. "Kiss you, kiss you." He kept his voice low, the noises from the TV mostly covering it. After a quick glance at Reg to make sure he was still relaxed against Logan's side and not paying attention to them, Leo put his controller down, gently sliding Finn's from his hands. "Don't look at me like that," he scolded softly.

"Like what?" Leo mumbled, eyes trained on Finn's lips, his thumb skimming over Finn's bottom lip. With a fierce blush, Finn reached over to thump a hand against Leo's shoulder, mumbling 'like that' as he did. Not moving a muscle from Finn's hand, Leo instead grabbed his waist, pulling him into him before rolling them over, Finn now lying on his back underneath Leo. He held his chin, leaning down to kiss him deeply, Finn's back arching up into it slightly.

Leo's hand slid from his chin down his body to his chest and torso, fanning his fingers and feeling along the ridges of him as he did. They glided down to his side, sliding down until the tips of his fingers could slide under the hem of his tank, stroking along his skin before squeezing, his thumb running over the edge of his defined V-line. Failing at his aim to try not to smile into his mouth, Leo hummed happily at the needy sound that came from Finn's chest.

With a pout when Finn pulled away, Leo hummed again, questioningly.

"Believe it or not," Finn began, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm, "having you on top of me turns me on and I think it's a bit soon for us to be grinding on the floor in front of Regie, don't you?" He made sure to drop his voice for the last part, simultaneously allowing him to keep his voice from reaching Reg's ears and making it low and flirty to tease Leo just because. With a less than enthusiastic but nevertheless agreeing noise, Leo pressed one last deep kiss to his lips before sitting back up, Finn following suit. They both looked back to Reg, glad to see him sat with his eyes closed, still more than happy to remain cuddled under Logan's arm.

Logan, however, was in a less than content state, staring almost obsessively at the picture they had propped on one of the many bookcases in the living room of himself and his parents and grandparents. With a look that was nothing short of completely baffled at his behaviour, Leo questioningly looked at Finn who was quite literally dying with laughter and doing his best to be quiet. After a very pointed look down at Logan's crotch, Leo realised and, too, began muffling laughs behind his sleeve.

"Désole, mon coeur," Leo whispered, trying his best to look sincere but laughing harder when Logan just answered with a tense 'mhm'. The grey sweats he had on, because, really, it's his luck that they'd be grey, made concealing his half-hard cock impossible, making him instead opt for praying Reg stayed half-asleep while he thought of how ashamed his mom would be of him in an attempt to will his boner down.

Logan, genuinely, could have cried when Reg shuffled in his doze, the loud noise the video game made when they began playing again startling him slightly. He kept his eyes closed though and just tugged his blanket more securely around his shoulders, leaning more into Lo's side. That was all fine, Logan loved that actually, more than happy to have the dark-haired boy snuggled as close up to him as he could get. That was until Reg repositioned the way his cheek was pressed against his shoulder, moving it to he was more leaning into Logan's chest and collarbone, his nose lightly bumping against the side of Lo's neck, his breaths wafting over the sensitive skin there.

An internal battle raged inside Logan: torn between the growing hardness between his legs at having the boy he had a very giant crush on close to him like this and also at the same time feeling extremely guilty that his body was reacting to him like this. If they'd talked and set everything out there, it'd be different, he'd know Reg's feelings extended to him and not just Leo. At that moment, he decided to not focus on what the hell they'd do if that actually happened and instead turned his attention to Reg.

He'd liked it when he began petting his hair so he continued that, stroking his fingers from the tips to the back of his head, dipping down to lightly scratch along the back of his neck before moving back up again.

Did that fair well for Logan? Of course not. He vehemently cursed his apparently very unlucky stars after he'd regained function of himself.

When his nails had lightly grazed the hair at the base of Reg's neck, the other man had let out a soft, involuntary sound; a soft huff of air expelled from his nose as he whimpered low in his throat.

Midway through a rant in his head about why today of all days was the day he cashed in any bad karma, the timer for the food beeped loudly from the kitchen. For what felt like the millionth time in about ten minutes, Logan could've cried. He got distracted from that though when he looked down at Reg and saw him quickly moving away from Logan, fully awake now.

"Sorry, I guess I was more tired than I realised," he mumbled, rubbing the fabric of the blanket between his fingers.

"Don't worry, Regie. I didn't mind, I promise."

He looked up at him, smiling shyly. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Logan paused for a moment, a gentle smile on his features. "C'mon, let's eat," he said finally, heading to the kitchen with Reg following on his heels.

They ate happily, chatting back and forth in a way that made them all realise that this, their innate comfortability with one another, really gave their friendship no other choice than to end up here. It was when Reg was helping Finn collect the plates off the table and load them into the dishwasher that he realised he was less than excited to wait another evening before they finally spoke about it.

"Hey," Reg began as they all crowded onto the sofa, Leo flicking through what films were available for them to waste the evening with. "If it's okay, could we... talk tonight? Now?"

The three looked over at him, silent for a moment before they all voiced agreements; Leo leaving on a random channel and turning down the volume until it was just background noise.

"I, uh, didn't really get this far when I thought about all this," Reg admitted in a soft voice. He was sat back in the corner of the sofa, knees tucked up to his chest as his arms wrapped around them just so he didn't have to worry about what to do with his hands. Finn was sat at his feet, centimetres away from him as Leo and Logan sat by Reg's side. Leo had Logan tucked under his arm, Finn's feet stretched across the gap to lie in his lap.

A gentle hand cupped his cheek, thumb stroking softly underneath his eye. "Love, there's no right or wrong way to talk about it. Don't stress, say or ask whatever you want and we'll do the same, yeah?" It was Leo, of course, he seemed to have an affinity for making his whole body seemingly explode from the inside but, to be fair to him, Logan and Finn weren't exactly innocent of that either. Reg looked up to meet his gaze, his eyes wide but excited.

"You know, the last time you did this, I almost kissed you," Reg said, leaning into the touch nonetheless.

A smirk quirked Leo's lips. "Can't blame a guy for trying." Reg broke his gaze as his eyes rolled heartlessly, a shy smile creeping across his face despite him trying to cover it.

"Well, I don't really think it's gonna be a shock but I... have feelings for you. All of you. Pretty much have done since we met if I'm honest," he laughed shyly, mostly at himself being so embarrassed to admit it. "I know that Knutty feels something for me too but I'm not sure about you." The question was in the statement as Reg briefly looked at Finn then Logan then back at his socked feet against the sofa cushion.

"I like you too, Regie, of course." Finn looked ecstatic as he replied, the grin that earned him the nickname 'Heartthrob O'Hara' bright on his face. "How could I not?" He looked at Reg with such obvious adoration on his face that Reg's courage seemed to crawl out from wherever it had hidden behind his butterflies. Before he could think better of it, Reg scooted forwards a bit and leaned to brush a kiss to the dimple in his cheek, his hand coming to cup the other side of his face.

His lips lingered on his skin, only moving back about a centimetre when he finally pulled away. Finn turned his head a fraction so the tips of their noses brushed; his soft brown eyes staring into grey. They brushed again when Finn tipped his head up, his hand reaching to hold the back of Reg's head and lightly guide his head to tilt down. A gentle kiss was placed just below the middle of Reg's forehead: a place Reg knew he had the faintest freckle that even he could only really see in the mirror if he was looking for it.

He then realised that Logan hadn't moved, hadn't spoken, nothing. Swallowing desperately, feeling like his heart and his stomach were wrestling in his throat, Reg rested in the lingering feeling of Finn's lips before he shuffled back slightly, turning anxiously to Logan, looking at him expectantly. He'd planned to say something, he really had, but the words got tangled in his throat and refused to form.

Logan's head cocked the side slightly, confused as to why Reg was looking at him so fearfully but he caught on quickly.

"Oh love, no." Reg went pale. "No! Not no as in like no, no as in like yes I have feelings for you as well." Lo took a deep breath and smiled. "Of course I do. Have you met you?"

The admiration of his general person made Reg blush, smiling softly. "Good. That's good," he breathed a sigh of relief and laughed away the remnants of his fear. "Just a fair warning though, I've never.... done this before. Not properly anyway."

"You've never dated anyone before?" Finn asked. "Not to assume we're dating or anything!" he rushed out, realising he might be jumping the gun a little there.

Reg looked at them. "Well, I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to it."

"High praise," Leo deadpanned, the faintest hint of a smile quirking his features.

His sarcasm quickly faded when Reg leaned to kiss the very corner of his mouth. "You know what I meant," he said softly, looking up at Leo with a small smile.

Leo's tanned skin reddened ever so slightly as he audibly swallowed, looking off into a random corner while he tried to regain sense of what was up and what was down. Logan cackled, always happy to see the usual causer of blushes suffer the same fate they had to on a daily basis. Finn did the same then reached forwards to grasp Reg's hand between his, taking a deep dramatic breath and looking up to the ceiling with his eyes closed.

"Oh our dear Regie. Would you," he opened his eyes and looked at Reg, squeezing his hand and taking another breath just as dramatic as the last, "do us the honour and take us all as your boyfriends, partners, lovers?" he added a small eyebrow wiggle for effect. He burst out laughing when they all dissolved into giggles, Reg's laughing so hard he was silent, his eyes watering. He nodded as he did, his laughs slowing when he saw the three of them smile brightly at his acceptance.

When Leo pulled him into his side in a close cuddle, Reg went willingly, pretending to grunt with the weight when Finn flopped onto his chest, cheek pressed to it as he wrapped his arms around Reg's waist. Reg weaseled his own arm between Leo's back and the sofa, curling around Leo's other side before coming to rest against Logan's thigh, wanting to be touching all of them.

Reg let out a soft, content breath before he spoke. "Now that that's cleared up," there was a scatter of soft chuckles in response, "Yes, I have dated before, just never someone I actually liked. It was just girls that I got shoved with for appearances sake, you know?" Reg felt Finn's chest rumble against his torso as he hummed sympathetically.

"What were they like?" Leo's quiet voice asked. "The girls," he specified.

"Honestly... they hated it as much as I did. We did whatever we were told to in public then never really spoke otherwise. We were both just doing what our parents said we had to. There wasn't really anything else to it."

The three were silent for a few moments, mulling the information over before Leo pressed his lips to his temple, pulling away only to rest his forehead against his head. "You never have to do anything you don't want to now, yeah?"

"Je sais.''

They watched a few random movies, chatting mindlessly until they began interrupting themselves with yawns every few minutes. Heading up the stairs slowly, they brushed their teeth together, jokingly bumping each other out of the way of the sink. Reg finally got into bed, Logan's, technically, although the Cubs all slept in Finn's frankly abnormally large one. He was wrapped in one of Leo's hoodies, nuzzling deep into the warm fabric and breathing in the smell.

Although he fell asleep quickly, he was up a few hours later at a loud, creaking from the doorway, dazedly rolling over and sitting up, squinting at the face that lingered there before flicking on the bedside lamp. Lo's apologetic face swam into view, peering from under a mess of brown curls as he inched into the room, fiddling with the sweater paws made by Finn's too-big sweater. ''Désolé. Heard a noise, thought you were awake,'' he explained in a low whisper.

''Non, c'est bon.'' Reg patted the space on the bed next to him, shuffling over slightly.

Logan shuffled quietly into the room, a small smile on his face, settling next to Reg and smiling when Reg scooted up next to him, bumping his foot against Lo's. ''Real question is: why are you awake?'' Reg asked, looking over at Logan with soft eyes.

''Guess I'm just too happy to sleep,'' he mumbled, grinning when Reg had to try and muffle his laughs. He relented, however, when Reg nudged him again softly. ''I felt bad that you're alone in here.''

''I usually sleep in here when I stay.''

''Yeah but we aren't usually dating,'' Logan answered back, his excitement peaking just by saying it. ''Before, there was always a reason why you weren't cuddled up next to us in bed. Now, it just feels...icky.''

Reg couldn't hold in his laugh this time, leaning against Logan's side with a smile.

Faking offence, Logan scoffed lightly, turning to look at him. ''I'm admitting my pain at being apart from you and you're laughing? Rude.'' He only lasted a few seconds of hearing Reg's giggles muffled into his shoulder before he cracked, breaking into soft laughs as well. He wrapped an arm around Reg's shoulders and pulled him into him further, rolling them over so he was cuddled on top of him, face tucked into Reg's neck as their laughs faded.

Logan shuddered when he felt Reg begin peppering soft, slow kisses along his jaw, outright groaning when his teeth ghosted just under his ear. He leaned up, propped on one elbow so his face hovered over Reg's. His heart stuttered when Reg blinked up at him. Lo flicked his eyes from Reg's and down to his lips when Reg's tongue darted out across them quickly.

''Just so you know,'' Reg began in a soft tone, ''I'm definitely not above kicking you off your own bed if you don't kiss me in the next five seconds.''

Logan complied instantly. His other hand rose to lightly hold Reg's chin, tilting it up toward him as he pressed his lips to Reg's softly then firmer when the boy under him pushed up insistently. Sliding his hand underneath the hood to cup his cheek properly, Logan pressed close against Reg, lips moving against his smoothly. He pulled away after another few, desperate kisses, leaning his forehead against Reg's and sighing out a deep breath.

''Much better,'' Reg breathed, both of them chuckling softly into each other's mouths.

''Do you wanna come cuddle? If it's too much, that's fine,'' Logan reassured in a hushed whisper.

''Non, I want to.''

Logan grinned brightly. ''Fabulous. C'mon.'' He tangled Reg's fingers with his, flicking the light off and pulling him up and across the hall to Finn's room. ''Not to brag but we're great cuddlers.''

''Oh, I'm not too sure about 'great'.''

''Well, you'll have to try it and find out won't you?''

Finn and Leo both grumbled questioningly when Logan prodded at them both to prompt them to scoot over. Reg replied. ''Room for one more?'' That woke them both up - blinking blearily before complying with Logan's next request of 'scooch up'. They ended up with Leo staying with his head lying on Finn's chest, Reg snuggled into Finn's side with Logan pressed along the entirety of his back. Leo reached up to tangle his hand with Reg's, laying them clasped on Finn's chest, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it before falling back asleep, the other three following suit soon after.

[arcade-writing]

How about trans Jayce with Viktor and the reader as mermen, and they spitroast Jayce and fill him up with eggs until his belly is huge and round. Ooh and merpeople being bigger than humans so there's size difference (ie huge dicks)

I will admit - I tend to avoid the Ovi kink. I've seen art but never fanfics and I don't know why but as soon as I got this ask I was like "could I actually write this?"

Because I'm very much lacking in knowledge of its content and what people like about it but I've tried my best and I can only hope it was good!

I genuinely had so much fun writing this. It was so different yet familiar! It was cool to get an ask like this

Deep blue sea

🍋 NSFW

Pairing: trans!Jayce X mermen!Viktor & reader

Warning: oviposition, Spit roasting, stomach bulge, tentacles, monster fucking, size kink, AFAB body for jayce, threesome, nipple play, breeding kink

For context this kinda like omegaverse in a way. You're an alpha and Viktors an omega. That kind of dynamic but Viktors infertile so he cannot take your eggs and start a family but you'd still hit that regardless because it's Viktor

You both like jayce and due to jayce being human he has no way to fertilize the eggs either so there's no like Mpreg in this. And again neither of you care if he can make a family - y'all just wanna fuck jayce. It's just - eggs and fucking

I don't know! I've never written something like this before! Do you need this context? No but I wanted to share it anyway!

It was mating season. Anyone knew not to stray too far from Zaun's docks. Mercreatures of big and small lurked within those waters. You were damning yourself if you tried. Either you'd get feasted upon to feed their young or attacked as they tried to prove their strength.

Afterall humans were one of the mercreatures greatest enemies. To beat one is a great display of strength. Perfect to impress a new possible mate.

But jayce was a curious mind. Having contact with two a few months ago. They strayed too far from Zaun and ended up in Piltovers water. He, at first, was fascinated. Trying to study but then as your time together grew more and more. Your relationship shifted. Feelings stirring and longing touches began.

But yet he was still surprised when you both requested him to meet at your usual hang out. He understood the dangers but he cares about the both of you. If you needed him during this time for any reason. He was going to make sure he was there. Even if it meant it was protecting you from aggressive merfolk.

He almost slipped as he trudged through the rocks. Water slapping on them as the water levels rose. He kept a steady footing as he ventured down to the cave near by. Peering inside to find you and Viktor among a nest.

Viktor was laying down. Still whilst you hovered over him. Your head snapping towards the entrance of the cave, flashing your fangs believing he was an intruder.

Once you realized it was your friend you quickly sat up. The water blanketing both of your tails. Jayce waved awkwardly as he entered. He's never been this close to your kind during this time. What you'll do was unpredictable. But he trusted you. He trusted Viktor.

"Is Viktor okay?"

At the sound of his name his eyes fluttered open. His cheeks were as red as he squirmed. His sleek maroon tentacles wiggling against each other. As if trying to find something. You made a clicking noise as you nuzzled up against your friend.

"Hes in heat." You purred. Caressing Viktors webbed hand.

"oh- oh, right." He slowly knelt down. Wanting to be more at level with you two.

Jayce was a big man. But merfolk were feared for a reason. They were huge. Even the smallest breeds were bigger than him. Legend had it that were ones as big as mountains. Those who could cover yards of sea bed as they roamed.

He never really felt intimidated until now. Knowing you were both large creatures that could easily rip him apart. Yet apart of him; it grew excited. Knowing either of you could easily over power him.

You grabbed jayces jaw. Making him look at you.

"We wanted you here for a reason."

The smaller man let out a noise of surprise. Tentacles twisting around him as Viktor used that to prop himself up. A dazed look in his eye as he leaned against him. Both of you were nuzzling into his neck. Hands trailing down his chest and back.

"You can say no, but both of us wanted you to be our mate."

You both Stilled. Viktor loosened his grasp on his body. Jayce knew he could easily walk out but he didn't. He wanted to do this. He wanted to be with you two through this.

"I'll be it-!"

You grinned. Fins stretching out with an excited flutter. Viktor peppered his cheek with kisses as he let out a low hum.

"You didn't even 'tink about it, are you that excited?"

"Maybe I've thought about this before." Jayce sheepishly admitted.

You tilted him towards you. Moving behind him. Whilst Viktor stayed Infront. Your hands roaming over his side's meanwhile Viktor popped open his shirt. Barely undoing any buttons before it was ripped off him. His tanned cheeks were now red as his pants were stripped from him. His shoes were already long gone on his journey here.

Your fingers curled against his sex. Gathering his wetness as you chirped in approval. Viktor made quick work getting jayce in position. Putting him on his hands and knees. Sitting up almost as if he was a dog but still sticking out his ass. It was abit awkward but he could manage.

All he could focus on was the cold tentacles wrapping around his limbs. Keeping him in place as they sucked on his skin. Leaving circular marks with a wet pop. He shivered as you kept stroking him.

"You're going to be our perfect mate." You purred.

Pressing two large fingers against his hole. Jayce let out a shaky breath as he tried to relax. It was a tight fit, you were slow in your actions. Not trying to force further in. Only easing him in as you slowly as you could.

Viktor was helping him relax. Two suctions on his sensitive nipples made his back arched. The sensation was new. Strange. But wasn't uninvited. One tentacle slivering up his thigh, feeling the slimy end against his clit. He gasped as a suction replaced the end. Sucking his clit whilst you stretched him open.

"So excited, do you want to be bred, Pretty boy?" Viktor teased.

Jayce nodded. His tongue Rolling out as his eyes crossed. Grinding against the both of you as he felt himself clench.

"use your words." You spoke up. Your fingers moving faster as you added a third.

"Yes- breed me- please."

The suction on his clit became more passionate. Overwhelming his every sense as he began to see stars. His climax storming towards the edge as his stomach twisted. Moaning out as he grabbed onto your wrist. Using it to ground himself as his other hand was on the floor.

"You're going to look so pretty filled with my eggs, baby boy, is that what you want? To take my eggs?"

Jayce was far too blissed out to care. Nor did he mind. Never did he think he'd react this way but he was. Whining and clenching around your fingers. Chanting out whimpers of pleas and 'yes'.

"Don't look so envious, V, there's still time to stuff you too."

Viktor looked bashful as he smirked. Glowing with a sense of pride as he leaned down. Melding his lips with jayce, muffling his moans as he used his free hand to rub his slit. The head of his cock peeking out as he groaned.

You almost doubled over as you felt jayce cum on your fingers. He immediately whined when you took them out. Using your slicked up hand to rub your growing length as one long tentacle wrapped around your shaft. Sucking at the head whilst you pumped.

"Ah- Viktor- good boy."

Your cock began to swell as you felt an egg slid up with each pump. Viktor moved his tentacle, using it wrap around jayces thigh. Spreading his leg more as you inserted yourself inside.

Jayce jumped at the massive size prodding against his hole. Just processing the other cock smacking against his cheek. Viktor leaned back as he guides jayces head, gripping his hair as he thrusted his slivering cock inside his mouth.

Everytime he bopped his head he was thrusted forward as your hips met his. He gagged around Viktors cock. Grinding against yours as he moved your hips in sync with your deep thrusts.

Jayce moaned as he felt something pump into him. One by one more eggs filled his cunt as you fucked into him. His tongue swirling around Viktors cock as he eagerly sucked.

He could feel his stomach bulge as he was completely stuffed. Viktor whined as he rutted against his face. Watching you pound into jayces hole with a feral expression. Eyes blown out as you bared your teeth. You had one thing on your mind. One desire. One goal.

You were a spectacle. It was enough to push Viktor to the edge.

Viktor hunched as he let out a high pitched moan. Cumming deep into jayces throat as he clutched the man's hair. Jayce greedily swallowed as he felt it rush down his throat.

It wasn't long until you were finally releasing your load deep inside jayce. Slumping against him. By now the water was up to jayces chest. He laid on the rocky floor as Viktor nuzzled up against him. You rubbed his round stomach as you admired your work.

Jayce just laid there. His hole fluttering as he clenched around air. So full yet so empty. Panting as you pet his hair. He held you both close as he felt his lower half twitch. A pain scorching through his pelvis.

"What-"

"Sssh, Jayce, it's okay - they're gonna come out, it's okay."

"isn't that-"

"It's fine, just relax." You cooed. your voice soft and gentle as you scratched his scalp.

Viktor rubbed his thigh as he kissed his neck . Whispering words of praise as the eggs began to slip out. They weren't that big but there was so many.

You both soothed and encouraged him as he finally emptied out. Your cum leaking out and washed up by the ocean. The cold water felt nice against his scorching skin. His body limp in your arms.

"Can we go again?"

[mirageformed]

@sunderedhearts -- billy & steve before the upside down ♥

     Everyone had taken the news roughly the same. They were out of time. Steve’s parents would be returning, and that meant they couldn’t stay here any longer. There was no reason to find a new place to set up camp and hide out. This had to be the end. They had to finish this. No more diddling about. Everything stopped here. Vecna--stopped here.

     The manhunt on Eddie had yet to cease, rumors filtering about every time they ventured into town for supplies or to gather more information on their situation. Just because the killings had stopped didn’t mean they’d captured and tortured the prime suspect. The parents were distressed, knowing the mess from the previous three years had returned again. They may not have known much, but they knew their children were wrapped up in it. Billy wondered if Susan knew Max was missing with the others, or if she was too swamped with work and drinking herself to sleep to notice.

     In just a week things had changed drastically for Billy. It felt wrong to call the people around him FRIENDS, but it had been the longest he’d been in the presence of others without overstaying his welcome. He stayed on the outskirts of the yard, pacing like an animal guarding its territory. Everyone had grouped up: Max was talking with Nancy sawing off the barrel of her shotgun and the Sinclair's were crafting spears, the younger lecturing her brother on his shoddy work. Eddie and Dustin were horsing around, easing off the anxiety before the final confrontation. They’d been making shields out of trashcan lids and hammering nails into them. It was almost embarrassing how unprepared they looked to take on such a sizable threat. None of them were soldiers or cut out for what lied ahead.

     Anxiety swelled in his chest, a rock sat in his stomach, and his shoulders were tight with tension. The revolver rested comfortably in Billy’s left hand. What good bullets would do against those monsters he didn’t know. Three years ago Nancy had fired six rounds into the back of the Demogorgon that’d tried to eat Jonathan Byers face off. None of the shots had even pierced the monster’s sickly pale skin.

     He stopped patrolling, opening the revolver’s cylinder and checking the six gold bullets nestled in their chambers. He’d had enough practicing. Firing at glass bottles and cans, it brought back memories from California when he’d first picked the stupid thing up. It felt like a lifetime ago, and maybe for him it was. He snapped the barrel closed and tucked the gun into the back of his pants.

     Everyone was so involved in their own dealings. But as he watched Robin get up and head over to where Nancy was lifting the shotgun onto her shoulder, he decided to end his uneasy strides around the backyard.

     ❝Your friends ditch you?❞ Funny how he always found himself drifting back to Steve. So much of his restless nerves melted away when in his presence. Was it the soft features and gentle eyes, or a combination of his character. Billy still hadn’t figured it out. He just knew he liked how he felt when he was around him, and he liked himself a little more.

      ❝You wanna get out of here? I don’t think anyone’s going to notice if we slip away for a couple minutes.❞

[axl-ul]

The Flight of the Western Crane: Chapter Seven

(A reupload/repost of my fic/dark retellingof Journey tot he West because the whole AO3 site, where I originally posted this, got taken down for now)

(General info about this fic/wip/retelling is here)

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The hot sun was burning his skin so much it started peeling off. Scars signed on his body as numerous cracks and opening wounds which would surely fester, sooner or later they’d attract bothersome insects, as well. Double eyelids unrolled back, vindictiveness setting everything on fire although the head didn’t stop spinning. Golden Wind Viper pulled out his long arms from beneath him and observed them, searching for any kind of injury and upon finding none he checked the rest of his crooked body. An unexpected strike to his unprotected chest made him hit the ground at full speed which spinned his aching head one more time while the air was knocked out from his lungs. Through his heavy lids Golden Wind Viper, the ruler of nothing but a bunch of scoundrels, felt the burning pressure around his eyes once the cold rounded piece of metal clang against his teeth. The iron-like taste filled the entirety of his mouth. Fortunately for him, only regular teeth were damaged. To save his sanity, he refused to wonder what his future would look like if his fangs were the ones to be broken.

“If I weren’t so weak don’t doubt that I wouldn’t get rid of you. That is your one and only luck.“ The metal staff rotated and the foot on his flat chest crushed everything beneath it,“But don’t let my need for assistance fill your hopes. You are running out of time and resources. And I am running out of patience. Don’t think of becoming an air-head. Am I clear?“

Golden Wind Viper could do little more than whine into the staff. The cloaked stranger with bright eyes spoke simply. His tone and demeanour could have been described as off-putting, at best.

“But I’m feeling merciful today,“ the stranger picked up the staff and stepped away. A skin hand stretched out in an offering, even welcoming manner. 

Golden Viper sized him up. He flickered the forked tongue,“Let me guess. You given’ me one last chance?“

“No. I’ll help you myself. Don’t give me that look. We have a deal. Although I’d love for it to end soon,“ the eerie man exclaimed as he was smacking his lips in between the ominous words,“it seems we still have a long way to go.“

The oddly upbeat behaviour infected the rogue snake. At the end, he took the offered hand. Wrinkles formed around the bridge of his nose from the forced face. Soon the grimace disintegrated, the real satisfaction received its chance to flood the snake. His army, or rather what was left of the group of mountain bandits, outlaws and scoundrels, stood right behind them, their gaunt spines twirling up until the scorching heavenly wheel wasn’t aware of the sleeping threat waking up from the long slumber.

“From now on, your men will track the monks down. I’ll be watching your every step even closer from now on so try to keep Tripitaka and his junior disciples unharmed. Sun Wukong shall be cut down solely by me. The Wolf Witch and the Princess of the Tiger Kingdom, let’s say I’m willing to let you at liberty. After all, your payment is about you becoming my right hand.“

“A pair of two beauties warming my bed sounds appealing, I admit that, sir,“ the viper's imagination flamed with the room of gold and red curtains, peonies masterfully embroidered into the fine silk. He then felt his right cheek tightening. He scratched his chin,“Although one could use covering her mouth while I’ll spank the other.“

Amber glimmer pierced him from under the hood. The stranger’s wrapped hand seemed to squeeze his for a brief moment all too much. Puff of hot air lifted the hood slightly which allowed Golden Wind Viper to spot a few freckles around the lips and small nose.

“Sir, before we venture forth I wanna know one thing.“

“Go on, viper demon.“

“Why are you doing this? I get that with your abilities,“ Gold Viper shifted in his place, the memory of a late night ambush, when the man in the cloak nearly got the better of him and majority of his men if he wanted to, played in the back of his head,“you certainly deserve the riches and fame.“

“I don’t want those.“

“What?!“

“Why would an eagle fly up to the highest peak if it can reach heaven?“

“You mean revenge, sir?“ The reptile’s shoulder lowered under the slim hand patting it.

“You’ll see one day. And you won’t believe your own eyes.“ An honest smile could be felt in those words. In what manner was it honest? Golden Wind Viper’s knees trembled once the wheels in his head started spinning. He’s gone too far to stop, any sort of return is now deemed impossible. A vision of gold plates full of coconuts and grapes shone alongside the jaded cups in the rhythm of heavenly music played by fifty beauties one is always willing to sin for.

The fiend chewed on the remaining piece of rabbit meat he managed to stick out from his teeth.“In a good or in a bad way, though?“

“That depends solely on you. But I’m sure you won’t be able to wrap your head around it. For now, I suggest we focus on our current goal.“

“That is to track out the Pilgrims.“

“You learn fast. Is there anything they could seek out help or to hide?“

Golden Wind Viper’s snout twisted. The last of pebbles rolled down the mountainside. A wild lightning of memories brightened the cave of his mind after he saw a stripe of gold vein weaving throughout the cold grey stones by his feet. “Yeah, boss,“ he directed his crooked smile at the odd man,“I know of one nice city out there.“

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“So, Lady Wolf Witch, do I understand you right? You really aren’t an exception? That all people look like you there, in Fulin? All round eyes and strange hair? No offence, of course, Lady Wolf Witch.“ Wujing munched at the congee they were having for dinner. Not much was left after the ambush and kidnapping, not to mention the travellers’ hunger after hiding and sneaking through the tropical forest. Fortunately, Bajie found a small sack of rice he had once taken from Wujing. By accident, it must be added.

Exhaustion painted on their aching bodies which showed up in their relaxed poses. The whole group sat in a circle behind a massive rock with glittering yellow stripes, the tiny fire pit marking the centre of their attention. Even Mei who was getting more and more lively day by day stopped chatting, her eyelids were getting heavier with the time passing while she leaned against Márgerdra���s droopy shoulder. “I wouldn’t say everyone is fair-haired like me. There are people with red, brown or black hair, too.“

“Yet I bet my head you have the prettiest eyes around, Lady Márgerdra,“ Bajie joined in with his squeak. Initially, his remark was near sounding sincere, almost reaching the level of a nice compliment. Upon his gaze lowered to a significantly different body part the drool rushed down his chin in thick streams. A pool of his saliva appeared on his grubby vest.

Sharpened gaze fixated on Bajie who felt his heart was giving up. Firstly because of admiring the foreign beauty, now it was caused by her fiery attitude birthed behind her cold eyes. She raised her two fingers and pointed right at them, growling,“If so, they are right here.“

“Yes, yes. I know, my Lady,“ Pigsy rolled excuses on his tongue at an unbelievable speed,“right there, the centre of your cute face. But don’t worry, Her Highness is cuter.“

Shame fell upon the Master and his three disciples. Bajie earned a disapproving frown from his Master while Wukong and Wujing prepared their twigs to smash Bajie over his head at the same time.

Mei, although, woke up. She didn’t leave Márgerdra nor did she change her position. Her tired mind produced a simple but effective remark,“Thanks. If only you were cute, too, moron.“ After finishing and seeing the pig’s face brightening up in deep red colour, her satisfied face reverted away from the group and the girl went to sleep again. Márgerdra, as if there was an unspoken rule between the two, cocked her eyebrow and puckered her cherry lips, the only part of her makeup not ruined by the terrible weather and constant running.

“Lady Márgerdra, may I have a question for you?“

“Indeed, Venerable Tripitaka,“ the witch bowed her head coyly.

“I didn’t want to bring this up the first time we introduced each other so as not to be rude.“

Mei didn’t contain herself and pressed her soft hand over her giggling lips,“That’s alright, Tripitaka. Nobody can beat guards in my homeland with annoying questions.“ She cut herself off and sat up properly. She faltered and brought some words upon her tangled tongue,“By that I mean, you aren’t being annoying. Only the thought that you think of yourself that you are, Venerable Tripitaka.“

Sanzang’s warm smile rose up to his deep eyes, his full lips curling, the manner which puffed his cheeks up,“Don’t worry about your words. I understand.“ Kindness coming out of the young man made Mei blush and bury part of her pretty face in Márgerdra’s shoulder again. As the monk continued in uncovering his curiosity she slowly dozed off. “You are nearly as tall as I am, which isn’t so common here. Is it normal for your fellow citizens?“

“Many males are somewhat taller than you. However, the difference isn’t as drastic as you might think.“

“Males?“

“Excuse me, monkey?“

Wukong’s eyes shot up, his tail unwrapped from around his waist and its tip wiggled around. He noticed Bajie’s look. The junior disciple knew Wukong’s direction with his question and didn’t seem at all to share his brother’s eagerness to trick the witch. A spark behind the waterfall of Márgerdra’s lashes suggested the similar assumption. Unlike Bajie, she didn’t try to put up any sort of defence. All she did was let Wukong continue. This time, the Monkey King chose to postpone their yet another dance around the words. He needed a private place to get slightly more sophisticated. “Waves. I said waves. As in whether you have sea over there. Sea, beaches and such.“

“Yes, by the capital of Fulin there is a sea. Even further in the North outside the country’s borders. But in my original homeland you’d find snow and large plains, at best. Half of the year we get to live in a complete dark. During the other half, the sun doesn’t set below the horizon.“

“Plains with snow? Half of a year being a night only?“ Wukong scratched his chin and continued to chew on the strand of grass. “You’re from the Land of Darkness?“

“Land of Darkness? What is it, Brother?“ Wujing asked and without waiting for an answer, he himself grabbed the nearby bag with scriptures and buried his nose deep into the flood of pages and pages of scribbled notes. For they couldn’t afford to be discovered, their firepit offered little more than a dim light, yet for it was more than enough for the red-haired demon. Flattened fingertips slapped against his pate as he wasn’t able to find much information.

“Land of ice and snow far up the north, Brother.“

“They’re called tundras. But many of my ancestors ventured further south where the Three Tribes were established. Although, it should be noted,“ the witch’s hair stood up on her nape as she smelt out the rising number of questions in the air,“that I, personally, was born in southern regions. My family didn’t stick up with the rest of our tribesmen and we travelled from here and there on our own.“

“So you were nomads?“

“A little bit, Ol’ Sha. We had an old shed in the mountains. But our…our master had to travel from time to time and he took us, me and my sisters, with him.“

When Wukong thought he was finally being let inside the witch’s world, Sha Wujing’s arm shot up. “Lady Márgerdra, apologies for interrupting you. But here in my notes,“ he flickered through the pages of his old diary,“I see some nations have different assumptions about how the world looks like.“

“Well, this interests me, as well,“ Sanzang seated himself more comfortably and listened to the advisor’s experience from abroad, their debate whether the earth should be rounder or not bloomed in a friendly conversation as Márgerdra corrected Sanzang on the preciseness of using either the name Constantinople or Tsarigrad. The witch explained the principles of various tribes and nations viewing the world as a tree or that there are scholars who believe and speculate otherwise. Once she asked for an explanation from the monk himself, Sanzang didn’t hesitate to offer in knowledge and the two of them eagerly compared their own worlds.

Wukong, being the rascal he was, averted himself and pretended to groom the fur on his tail and feet instead. Once in the meantime, he glanced over his shoulder, though, to see how the conversation went. Listening closely, he, too, shared his Master’s eagerness to know more, only in a lesser merit. He caught his gaze lingering over the smiling blonde. She reminded him of wild fish swiftly diving deeper into the unknown waters, yet the witch did it gladly. Her eyes widened with sheer interest every once in a while when the monk was given the word.

As the monk and his younger disciples wished the women a good night and as Márgerdra excused herself for a moment, Wukong saw his chance. His light figure was sneaking right behind the witch. After waiting for her to be finished, he hung himself down from the maple tree he was sitting on,“Nice weather tonight, isn’t it?“

Márgerdra shrieked but quickly covered her mouth. Her terrified reaction was followed by anger,“Imbecile! My heart almost gave up.“

“Sorry for that. Had to find you sooner before you dozed off.“

“That doesn’t matter. Don’t you know it’s highly inappropriate to sneak up on a lady having a moment for herself? Especially at night?“

“Did you piss yourself?“

“Thankfully, no. Because that’s what I finished doing when you came.“

“Good,“ jumping down and clasping his hands, Wukong motioned for the blonde to follow him,“then we have a small talk ahead ourselves.“

“Again?“

“Aren’t you happy that I, such a handsome lad, am giving you a bit of my attention?“

“How tall are you again, gibbon?“ Márgerdra stuck up her chin, her arms placed on her hips, to tower over the Sage. The banter carried a significantly warmer and even rather jesting tone, contrasting their previous exchanges. Although, Wukong could never possibly forget his smug face.

“I’m a macaque. But good guess, blondie,“ he sat down on the fallen trunk covered with strange orange mushrooms and thick moss. The monkey could no longer resist the urge to stretch out. His form shivered as he relieved himself by cracking the whole spine and both arms.

On hearing his groan, the Wolf Witch made herself comfortable beside him, her voice raising in concern,“Are you alright?“

“What a stupid question. Of course, blondie,“ he snapped his head and cracked his knuckles, then finger after finger, everything doing on purpose to make the witch cringe more than ever.

However, he caught himself in his own trap. The witch gently touched his chin and directed Wukong to properly observe his face.“Sorry for that eye,“ she shot the Immortal a pitiful and regretful look,“I really thought you were a guard.“ Wukong’s left eye was no longer swollen but the purple around it persisted. She delicately traced its edges. Wukong wished for her to stop touching him. The sudden urge to bark at her filled his whole body, every strand of hair stood up, the face markings gave the demon an ominous look. But he knew Márgerdra would only laugh over his petulance.

“Could you stop touching my face?“

“You don’t want me to-“

“Not at all, witch,“ he quickly replied and hunched forward with one leg crossing the other, arms crossed on his chest as his index tapped furiously against his biceps. The pout drew itself across his face.

“Throwing tantrums again, dear Wukong?“

“All of a sudden you’re using my name. Is it so pretty?“

“Prettier than my eyes?“ She giggled to his ear, the teasing nature taking over. The Monkey King was prepared to growl but stopped himself. Turning to her, the monkey demon was welcomed by her smile. It was bright, sincere, accompanied by a playful wink. She was joking. 

Her clear intentions calmed him down. He paid back with a smirk of his own.

“Are you quoting him?“

Márgerdra pretended to be surprised,“Who?“

“Idiot. Bajie.“

“No idea what you’re talking about.“ The witch put elbows on her thighs and rested her head on the cupped hands. “Back on the serious note. Are you really fine? Like, your body aching, swollen joints or, I don’t know, sore muscles.“

“Not going to lie, blondie, I am a bit tired. But that’s alright. I’m used to tending by myself after all those years.“ He massaged his palm, thinking back to his younger days.

“Didn’t you have anyone? Parents, siblings?“

“You like to scream about various parts of my life whenever you feel like lashing out but this is a mystery to you?“

“I didn’t pay much attention out of spite, to be honest. Which is pretty much tasteless and disrespecting towards you.“ The Sage hung his jaw, no sound formed in his throat. His husky voice stuck on the tip of his tongue. The Lady Wolf Witch watched the stars above them, not paying a bit of attention to the demon sitting next to her. “Since your apology I’ve been thinking. I wasn’t in the right either. Many times, I admit. I should have told you more before all the kidnapping. I apologise to you, Great Sage Equal to Heaven.“

“Well, apology accepted, Lady Wolf Witch.“

“Apart from my words I offer a simple medical treatment, too.“

“What?!“

“‘Excuse me.’ Foremother, you’re going to need a few lessons on how to behave,“ she mumbled under her breath,“I said I’m going to give a small squeeze to your muscles.“

Wukong jumped in his seat,“No! Forget that. I’d rather live through another week of you calling me imbecile.“ Deep inside, Wukong cried out. All he wanted was to interrogate the witch for the last time, hopefully. But here he was, getting cornered and stumbling over his own words and plans.

“Fine, imbecile,“ Márgerdra rolled her eyes and added,“but I’m standing my ground. You’ve been fighting a lot and today wasn’t any easy on you. If you think I’m trying to get under your skin or be a sly bitch you’re dead wrong. I just…I just want our quarrel to be over and behind us. We promised ourselves a friendship. I want to show you I care about you and that I’m thankful.“ She leaned to him, her blue eyes locked with brown ones surrounded by tiny freckles. For a brief moment, she spotted a small twitch in his gaze. It wasn’t his usual shrug although he masked it as one by pulling away from her. “You’re afraid of being touched.“

“That’s it, blondie. You crossed the line this time. Me and being afraid is the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard in a long time. Are you laughing at me? Go to sleep.“

“I’m not, Wukong.“

They fell silent. Crickets played their songs and serenaded in the distance. Stars shone brightly and kept company to the Goddess of the Moon who watched all over the sleeping valley.

Wukong thought hard. He doesn’t want to back down but he had no wish to become someone’s scratching pet. He recalled their last time. An exchange for an exchange. This time, the friends are completely alone, the rest are sleeping tightly and safely tucked by the spell. The relationship’s improved since and he had nothing to lose but this one chance. The advisor was also right in his body needing a bit more care than what it’s received recently.

“You won,“ the monkey demon showed her back,“I’ll give your treatment a few minutes. I can tell you my origin, too. However, I got a condition. No. Two, actually.“

“Those are?“

“Only back and shoulders. Nothing more. And you’ll answer my question.“ The Wolf Witch sensed the inevitable was coming. But she went too far. Márgerdra sighed. 

She placed her hands on Wukong’s nape and pressed against the points she was taught by Mei. Wukong instantly reacted to her touch and shivered in response. “We have a deal.“

In spite of an expected monologue, the Monkey King fell silent. His mind raced as he formed the sentences before actually speaking up to his companion. Circles which pleasantly sank into his skin made his eyelids fall down. His forehead relaxed so much the fur covered the whole needle thin scar.

“I was born from a stone atop of a mountain. Yes, I claimed for the Earth and the Heavens to be my parents. But I’ve never had,“ he paused, searching for the right words to describe what fe truly meant, what he truly felt,“propre parents. No caring mother or a father. No one to nurse me. To put me to sleep.“ He exhaled slowly, not sure what he was trying to release. He wondered. Why does talking to her feel so natural, so easy? Her previous reasoning, the look she gave him. As if the intention wasn’t to use him or to make a laughing stock out of the old monkey. She wants to listen. But why?

The lack of the contact between his back and her hands bright the monkey back to reality. “Why did you stop?“

“Sorry. Your story reminded me of something.“ Although she cleared her throat, Márgerdra failed to fully cover the tremble as she spoke as she resumed the massage, now targeting his shoulder blades.

“Of what exactly?“

“Wukong, I don’t think I can tell you. Not yet.“

“You too?“

“What do you mean?“

“You don’t have parents either, right?“

She didn’t answer, however it was enough for the demon to understand. He felt like he should cheer the woman up. At least, that was what the others would do. Bai Long Ma, Daizi, Sha Seng, even Shifu knew how and when to comfort people. Only soulless Wukong made of stone knew nothing despite his wisdom. In the end, he could give it a try. “Hey, at least you aren’t as hairy as one parentless bastard.“

She slapped his back, sheer strength resonated within the movement. “Don’t say that, imbecile. Yes, I’m lucky to be beautiful and you have more hair than what’s nice. No, you aren’t a bastard. End of the discussion. Now go on. I want to hear the rest.“

Corner of his lip twirled up as his story unfolded further,“A group of monkeys found me and let me stay with them. We used to play a lot. Do various mischief. Bet each other to slide down the most dangerous hill. Or we ganged up to prank older monkeys in the group. Oh, damn,“ his hand clawed into the wood and his tail smashed the trunk so hard hundreds of cracks appeared around the two sitting people.

“Is it that good?“ Márgerdra smiled to herself. She knew she scratched the right spot. The woman was well-aware the graduating pressure against the root of the disciple’s tail sent shivers down his spine as a few vertebrae cracked.

After enjoying the pressure for a moment longer, Wukong finished,“One day, we were by a waterfall. I was told that whoever jumps behind it and comes back will become a king.“

“Knowing how self-confident you can be and what sort of title you possess, I assume you jumped.“

“Smart witch. I came back as the Monkey King then crossed seas and oceans to find the Way and the rest is history.“

“Nice one. To be honest with you, my life isn’t as interesting. Despite my sisters being my everything to me and our master taking good care of us, I wouldn’t call it as exciting as yours.“ Márgerdra went for the last strokes by going up once more and focused on Wukong's shoulders. The witch, not entirely pleased with the thought, had to admit she admired his physique to a certain extent. He had to work hard in the past and even today the demon doesn’t fall back on his practice.

“Even living the life of a demon?“

The question she feared so much finally arrived. Márgerdra caressed his nape but gave up and fell into another debate. “Ever so persistent,“ she whispered. Warm summer wind wrapped her hand which tenderly stroked her neck and collarbone, her lashes lowered in the rhythm of the rustling valley, the vest given to her clutched her chest the same way vines with flowers trapped the wandering moths. She stood up to walk in front of the simian. The pale moonlight coloured her yellow hair with a bright halo. Dirt, blood and sweat had shrouded the flowery scent, yet there was no need for that. The enigmatic aura turned Márgerdra into a living statue in the shadows of the tropical grove. “But I promised you a question I once refused. Yes. I am a demoness.“

The Monkey King, deeply satisfied with the result, smirked and brought his knee under his chin. “Let me guess further. May I?“

“Suit yourself.“

“Are you one of those annoying cat demons?“

“You threw the rock as far as you could have.“

“I’m a bit tired so pardon my brain for the blind shots,“ he lied down on the trunk, supporting himself on the right elbow. In the witch's eyes, the pose was all too careless even for such a cocky and bold person as was Wukong himself. “Then which one?“

“A wolf demon.“ A few strands of fair fur emerged around her glowing eyes. Márgerdra’s nose shaped into a blackened muzzle while her mouth remained human. Strangely, during that brisk moment when she revealed herself, Wukong spotted her demonic features were still rather delicate. 

Instead of an expected bark of laughter, the chill spreaded around. The demon king was its unmoving source. It cooled down the hot night in mere seconds though Márgerdra was certain Wukong’s skin was the polar opposite. “A wolf. You. A wolf,“ he murmured slowly. “An overgrown bestial pup with rabies.“ His hair bristled up when a canine howled in the distance.

“Besides having a problem with demons in general, is there something you’d like to tell me?“ she cocked an eyebrow.

“Not necessarily a problem. I’m just glad I figured out you’re a bitch.“

“Do you need some spice?“

“What?“ Wukong furrowed his eyebrows. “Why?“

“Your jokes are getting tasteless,“ the witch tossed hair head as she adjusted her long hair meanwhile the fur and snout turned human.

Wukong rolled to the edge of the wood and landed on all four. Standing up he straightened his finally relaxed back, relieved of any kind of pain and aching. “Which means I should go and get my beauty sleep. See you in the morning with better shots, blondie.“ Tall grass touched his thighs, crickets sang for the last time, fireflies accompanied his steps. Flowers filled the air with lovely sweetness and roots released the remaining humidity. Only the lion-like roar of a waterfall and with closed eyes it could have been a paradise.

“Wukong?“ Her suddenly shy voice made him turn back,“Can we keep this a secret, please? Mei doesn’t know.“

“Shifu, Bajie, Ol’ Sha, too?“

“Nobody. Please, pretend I’m a human at least until we part ways.“

“Why?“

Corners of her lips turned up but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Maybe I’ll tell you one day, my friend.“

Wukong’s guts nudged him not to trust the demoness. But he was too tired or too intrigued by Márgerdra not to quickly bow his head while keeping a deadpan face. In case the witch wanted to think he’d care about a demon.

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List of chapters:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-four

Chapter Twenty-five

Chapter Twenty-six

Chapter Twenty-seven

Epilogue

[masonmtxo]

Family

Dad!Mason

Summary: just a little fluffy/broody dad Mase at the beach

Word: 700 ish

Notes: its so so short and wasn’t coming out the way I wanted but here we go

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

You watched as Marley squealed, excited little giggles leaving her mouth as Mason dipped her down every now and then, letting her little toes touch the cold water. It was still something you struggled to get your head round, that you and Mason had created this perfect little human and as they played together in the water you placed your hand over your stomach, silently pondering over when you would be welcoming a new addition.

“You alright sweetheart, you look a bit dazed?” A soft voice appeared beside you as Mason’s mum shuffled over to sit beside you on the blanket spread out on the sand. You turned to look at her over your shoulder, giving her a small smile and a nod of the head which she returned. You both sat in comfortable silence, watching as Marley splashed around in the shallow water, her daddy and grandad keeping a watchful eye as they stood and chatted as she played.

“I’m still waiting for the two of you to give her a sibling,” his mum quietly joked, lightly nudging your arm as you smiled in response.

“It’s a work in progress… the thought of having two under 3 is a little off putting, but Mason’s desperate for a boy already.”

“I agree, a grandson would be lovely but any grandchild will do. I'm not fussy.” The two of you giggled again. It had been a while since you and Mason had taken the time to venture down for a weekend in Portsmouth, with his busy schedule you rarely got to take trips outside of London but you had jumped at the opportunity when his mum had mentioned going for a short holiday to their hometown, desperate for some family time away from the hustle and bustle of your day to day lives. And you loved spending time with his parents, particularly his mum, who seemed to be able to read you like a book and was always just seconds away to lend a helping hand when motherhood was getting overwhelming.

“Mase,” you called, waving a bottle of suncream in his direction when they looked over. He pulled away from his conversations with his dad, reaching down to lift Marley to his chest. She immediately snuggled into him, small fists gripping onto the collar of his t-shirt, a sign she was beginning to tire.

“Hi mumma,” she whispered as Mason placed her into your outreached arms.

“Hi baby girl, you having a nice time with daddy?” She nodded into your neck as she wrapped her little arms around your body. Mason sat behind you, legs either side of yours as he encouraged you to lean back onto his chest. You carefully rubbed the cream onto her arms, Marley letting out little grunts of protest as you and your boyfriend chatted back and forth, Mason nuzzling into your hair every now and then as the pair of you conversed.

“I love you two so much, you know that right?” He whispered into your ear, his hand reaching round to hold Marley firmer to your chest as the three of you sat cuddled together on the blanket.

“We do, and we love you just as much. You really are the best daddy she could ask for,” you murmured back, fingers tracing patterns up and down the arm he had wrapped around you.

“I want another one. So bad,” this time he spoke even quieter, conscious of his parents overhearing as he voiced his desires once again.

“I know baby, so do I.” You tilted your head into his neck, placing a soft peck on his skin, cradling your sleepy child impossibly closer as you were overcome with love and affection for your little family.

“Maybe Marls can have a sleepover with mum and dad tonight, wanna spend some time with my girl for a bit before we go back home? Maybe practice making another baby?”

You were abruptly pulled away from your bubble, his dad letting out a deep laugh having overheard him.

“Oi Mase, maybe you should put a ring on her finger first!”

[blitzosblog]

House Arrest - S•S

Summary: Y/N is stuck in her first heat and is stuck at home struggling until someone comes along to giving a helping hand.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warning: Smut, fluff, Hair pulling, biting, scratching, vaginal penetration (protected) , teasing, hand job, oral (male and female receiving), slight chocking, nipple play, fingering, riding, praise, dom!Stiles, sub!Reader.

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My body felt as though it had been set on fire a million times and my mind was racing with filthy images over and over again.

God I hated Scott right now, this bullshit bite is anything but a gift right now, to make matters worse I was stuck at home in house arrest courtesy of Scott.

I was bouncing round my room, going round and round before finally the silence I was in was broken.

"Y/N honey your friend is here" I heard my mom call out as a pair of feet ran their way up the stairs, god the smell of the person fast approaching was driving me wild, I could feel my claws extend along with my teeth and my eye glow yellow.

That's what Stiles was greeted with when he walked through my bedroom door.

"Woah Y/N, I think you need to calm down" he spoke slowly closing my door, whilst still looking straight at me as I slowly approached him, backing him into the now closed door, I reached his body placing my hand on his chest and leaning into his neck.

"You smell so good stiles." I whispered against his neck as my hands ventured lower down his body, his hands now placed on my hips with a tight grip.

"Y/N" He moaned out as I traced my teeth across his neck, cupping his growing budge through his pants, Stiles groaned and raised his hand clasping it round my neck and turning me against the door so my chest was pressed against the wood.

"You wanna be a teasing little slut, I'll treat you like a teasing little slut" he said gritting his teeth as he lowered his hand into my shorts rubbing my clit.

"Fuck Stiles! Please let me see you"

He turned me around pushing two fingering into me and pumping slowly, I reached forward quickly undoing his trouser taking his length into my hand.

"You really are desperately aren't you" Stiles mocked as he spead up his fingers, I bite my lip and spread up my own hand using the other one two play with his balls earning a low moan from the taller man.

He grabs my face and takes the hand that was inside me shoving his fingers in my mouth, my tongue swirls round them before he crashes his lips onto mine.

"So Beautiful" he whispered as our lips meet again, he kneels down slightly lips still attached, I let go of him, pulling down his trousers and boxers together before pulling mine down, we fumble towards my bed removing each others tops before crashing down, my body ontop of his, he sits up with me in his lap, his hard on rubbing against the inside my thigh.

He reached behind me as we kissed and unclipped my bra skidding it down my body and throwing it across the room.

I stopped him as he reached forward pushing him back to lie across his bed, leaning down kissing his neck gently grazing my teeth against his neck, kissing slowly down his body, I kissed his hips as one of my hands wrapped round his length, kissing a lune up his shaft to the tip, swirling my tongue round and round.

Stiles ran his hand through my hair, pulling me up to look him in the eyes.

"Don't be a fucking tease, suck me off like the hungry slut you are" he gritted out pushing my head down as I took him into my mouth fully whimpering at his words as I felt my arousal increase.

The feeling of his tip hitting the back of my throat over and over brought tears to my eyes.

"You looks so beautiful spilling tears onto me princess, keep going and I'll reward you" He said smiling down at me with a slightly open mouth, realising a breathy moan.

I felt his hand push me head down more his legs tensed up as he gripped my hair one last time as he groaned pit into the silent room, Cummings down my throat, oa ting as a locked him clean, slowly crawling up seating my self on his lap with his election still hard in-between our bodies.

"Guess you've earned you're reward like a good little slut." He spoke before flipping us over on the bed, copying my previous moves kissing a trail down my neck but the time leaving small hickeys down my neck and vthe valley of my breasts, lifting my legs over his shoulders.

Leaning forward he kissed my the inside of my thigh, before licking up my centre, going along my clit in the figure eight, he increased the pleasure by sucking my clit into his mouth, the absolute bliss flowing through body was interrupted by a harsh knock on my door.

"Stiles stop, that has to be one of my parents!" I whispered aggressively, he smiled up at me before delving back down to my pussy continuing his act.

"Y/N sweety you're father and I are going to collect the food and don't worry we ordered Stiles some to, he is staying for dinner yes?" She questioned leaning against the closed door.

My reply faltered as Stiles pushed two fingers into my curling them inside me, he looked up at me briefly.

"You better answer, wouldn't want her coming in" he taunted me before going back down.

"Yeah Mom.. he is staying and says thanks for the food"

"Great honey well be back soon" She said, I listened closely as her foots steps finally left the house, my climax building as Stiles spead up his fingers.

"Shit, Stiles please baby, I need to cum" I pleaded as my toes curled, my orgasm hit me and he helped ride me through it leaving me a equally panting mess similar to the one I'd left him in earlier.

He made his way back up to me, leaning between my legs, capteuing my lips in a kiss.

"Condom?" He whispered leaning his forhead forward, I leaned side ways digging through my side table; pulling out a condom, excitement grew as I watched him roll the condom down his member and position himself, pressing one hand to the top of my headboard, the other on my hip.

"Tell me if you want me to stop" he said as his tip was at the edge of my centre, I nodded widing my arms around the back of his neck, he slowly pushed into me, I gasped as he stretched me out, adjusting to his size.

Stiles began to build a rhythm thrusting into me, my head buried in his neck the silent room now filled with shallow moaning and the sound of skin coming together softly.

"Feel so fucking good baby" he groaned building up his speedi g once again, he wound his arms under legs pushing the up to his shoulders, now going unimaginably deep inside of me.

"Fuck! Stiles baby you feel so good" I practically screamed as j tugged his hair,.y hands reaching and scratching up his back and shoulder blades, he groaned loudly both his hand into the headboard as he looked down at me, adoration flooding his eyes.

"Stiles" I whimpered reaching for his face.

"What is it princess, tell me what my pretty whore wants" he said taunting me once again.

"Wanna ride you" I replied pulling his face down to mine bringing us into a sweet kiss, he pulled my legs back so they wrapped round him, the flipped us now I was in the position to ride him.

I began bouncing on him, placing my hands in his shoulders he wrapped his arms around me tight bringing me close to his body, taking one of my nipple into his mouth as his hand occupied the other , the sensitivity building up to perfection.

"Yes Stiles Fuck!" I moaned out my hands now cradling his head.

"I'm gonna cum angel" he moaned pulling me closer to his body if that was even possible, I leaned down toward his shoulder, both of us hit our climax together helping each tigers ride it out as my eyes glowed my fangs came out, bting down in Stiles he gasped loudly, vice gripping my hips as he came.

Fangs retracting I leaned back looking at him before getting up and going to the bathroom quickly cleaning my self up, grabbing a small towel and walking back out.

Stiles lazy slayped out on my bed looking over me happily his body was covered in sweat.

"Sit up" I demanded, sitting in the edge of the bed I cleaned dup the blood from his shoulder, before standing once again, Stiles joining me, I pulled on a fresh pair of on shorts and top, Stiles grabbing his boxers, comi gun behind me as I examined myself in the mirror.

"You know what the bite means right?" He asked stroking my stomach and holding me close, my eyes widened turning to him.

"Oh my god you're not gonna be a wolf right?" I asked back, he chuckled at my frightened expression.

"No baby it means we're definitely together now, I'm yours and your mine" he whispered leaning in and kissing me.

"Kids food" My inturuping our moment, we laughed against each others lips.

"Stay here I'll get the food" I said making my way to retrieve the food.

That night me and Stiles made our feelings clear over and over again the entire night.

[yanderenightmare]

Can you write some more about nice guy jock kiri? Please and thank you. Have a good day!

yandere ! KIRISHIMA EIJIRO - RED RIOT

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, suggestive language, manipulation, coercion

THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY

He said she could pick the movie this time.

He said she could pick out any movie at all. Whatever she wanted, they were going to watch. Yet in the time she’d spent making lunch, Kirishima sprawled lazily in her bed, browsing half-mindedly, eyes sliding from viewing the screen to looking at her round grabbable ass dancing as she padded about the small kitchen, begging for him to come pinch as she put the stir-fry in bowls and walked over to plot herself down next to the muscly block of man, he’d already picked a movie, far away from something she’d choose, though when eyeing what puppy-dog look he gave her, she couldn't very well say no.

Kirishima has always been clingy. She wouldn't like to call it suffocating, or controlling, though it does border on the word. But she cannot blame him for being handsy and suggestive when they’re alone, in her apartment, in her bed. He’s always been needy, always touching her, so very big-hearted and forward, easily distracted, easily discarding of tasks in favor of doing what new activity calls for his attention, like a dog.

She was becoming quite used to his confident nature, how hap-hazardously he would go about touching her, kissing and licking at her the way he so often went about doing, so much so it was strange to think that they hadn't ever actually slept together.

They had been dating for a couple weeks, and Kirishima was clear about his intentions and aspirations and wants and needs from the start, being a very open honest person, but she couldn't help but feel as though he was pushing her, nudging her, guilt-tripping her with candid words of how horny he was because of her, how frustrated he was, how frigid, how it was effecting his schoolwork, how good a boyfriend he was for waiting, for being patient and tolerant, how she couldn't blame him for wanting something in return, even though that something was a thing she wasn't ready to give him.

It would be wrong if she said he didn't respect her wishes, because he had, albeit begrudgingly. Each time she invited him over, or... he invited himself over,  when he became rowdy, it would always take a good amount of bargaining and persuasion on her side, which was always met with even more coaxing and encouragement from him. How he would message his hand into the inside of her thigh, and she would push ever so gently to keep him at bay until he finally laid off, the mood stiff and awkward as he left her apartment to walk to his own place, alone, with a rejected boner he would have to take care of alone, then go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. He had still respected her wish in the end, or... maybe not respected, but at least accepted it.

She hadn't picked out the movie, and it being something she hadn't really invested very much thought into, she didn't try and stop him from nuzzling into her neck, kissing and sucking on the tender flesh found there. She allowed him to lift her shirt up to rub circles into her stomach with his warm roughened hand, let him grab and grope and mold her breast through the fabric of her bra, let him swing his leg over her body, to lock her position beneath him and his brawny heavy frame as he cuddled into her.

She could already feel the stiff bulge bump into her thigh, tried to forgive him for always riling himself up when he knows what her answer’s going to be, knows how she isn't ready to give him what he wants. Hearing his breathing picking up, becoming rugged and raspy, hot against her neck as he tried humping into her, having rolled and positioned and handled both their bodies so he could lie between her thighs, face mushed into the soft skin of her neck, nipping at her collarbones , spiky hair poking into the underside of her chin, hands abrasive when squeezing at the flesh of her ass and thighs, gripping them to lock around his torso, venturing to grab at her waist and breasts, becoming more and more frenzied, more and more rugged, forgetting his strength, forgetting her protests, getting more and more carried away.

She jolted once she felt his fingers hook into the band of her panties, having slipped up her skirt and spidered playfully up her thigh. She grabbed his arms loosely, small hands obviously not able to wrap around the thickness of his muscles, though applying what strength she deemed necessary to make him take her seriously, lightly digging her fingernails into his skin. “Uhm, Kiri-” She squeaked unsurely, breaching the shapeless noisy silence of heavy breathing and rugged groans and building growls that had filled the room, movie still quietly playing in the background, white noise completely ignored by the burning of her ears.

“Come on, let me feel.” He purred into her ear, giving her lobe a nibble. 

“Uhm, I don't think-” She shoved at him, balls of her feet digging into the mattress, trying to sit up.

He laid his weight down on her, immobilizing her movement, keeping her under him. “Come on...” He drawled, voice rumbling. “Please?” Mumbling into her skin, knowing how it always makes her giggle from the tickle by the light scruff on his chin, knowing it makes her sweet and pliable. “Pretty please? It’ll feel good, I promise.” 

He didn't really wait for any response, his face mushed into her neck, seeming cute as he pleaded but also acting as a great trap, his hand succeeded in pushing her panties aside, warm worn fingers, foreignly larger cuddled with the sensitivity kept there. His breath shuddered, lips spreading into a toothy grin against her neck, so wide she could feel it. 

“Aww.” He moaned. “That’s so warm and wet.” She cringed, but hadn't the time to tell him to stop, hadn't the time to decide that she valued her limits more than maintaining the good vibe, and then she hadn't the mind to really think about it at all, too preoccupied with wrapping her thoughts around the fact that Eijiro had just pushed one thick knuckled finger inside her, roughly at that, pumped it in, stuffed her with it, with an equally chaffed thumb-pad laying heavy pressure down into her little beading clit.

It would probably have felt awful, the brutish boyish clumsy inconsiderate rubbing, but having him dry-hump into her for the better half of the entire movie made for a little messy spill between her thighs, perfectly ready to make whatever rough movement he gave seem like God’s touch, enough to have her moan at once.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, cocky undertone almost completely smoked out by livid lust, his arousal so very clear in his voice as he removed his weight when feeling her body melt and comply to what his hand was giving her of bliss. His large muscly frame rising to kneel between her legs, having her thighs hiked up and spread atop of his, forehead resting against hers. She bobbed her head in a series of quick sporadic nods, teeth biting harshly into her lip as she watched with a bowed head his finger disappear in and out the vulnerable sensitivity found between her spread thighs, the smell of beer on his heavy hot breaths fan over her face before he kissed her head. “You wanna cum?” She gave a moan, indicating an unspoken yes as he rubbed his thumb over and over her tender pearl, pushing another one of his long fingers inside her, making her gasp out a moan, mewing as he curled and scissored the two digits inside her, making her inevitable unraveling arrive much quicker.

He wiped his sticky hand on his pant leg with a small smug smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, watching as her head fell back to rest against the pillow again, beginning to unbutton his jeans. 

The sound of him sliding down his zipper pulled her focus back, eyelids fluttering open just in time to watch him pull his throbbing hard erection out with a sigh. And though the red-head had gone about the reveal in an unceremonious manner, whether it was out of lack of showmanship or Kirishima deeming it unnecessary, it didn't really matter to the virgin beneath him. She took one look and she wasn’t able to look away. A surprising black bush drew her focus at first, what more the two easter-eggs that seemed to be nestling there, but not before long her eyes felt the need to follow what bulging pumping purple vein ran up the underside of the thickness, almost like a spine, or a pin that reached up to a red-blushed head, glossed like a candy-apple, with a slit running though it and a spill of pre-cum dripping down to disappear in the dark forest below.

She could swear it sized up to her whole arm’s-length.

Her eyebrows knitted as she continued eyeing the hard pole, watching it bob with strength, straining against his stomach, standing proudly on it’s own as he lifted his shirt off his arms and shoulders, throwing it to the floor, revealing what mouthwatering washboard rock-hard abs he kept beneath. 

His hand once again reached out, this time to grab her wrist, guiding her shaking hand back to his thick member, watching her hesitate to wrap her delicate little fingers around his length once he squeezed her wrist too hard in impatience, seeing her bite her lip at the feel of the almost rubbery-smooth texture of his length in her palm, warm to the touch. His larger hand wrapped around her smaller one, guiding the movement as he started pumping up and down.

He groaned, head hung and resting atop her shoulder where he knelt with her sitting form in his lap, red eyes with wide pupils locked on watching her small hand loosely holding onto him, his cock looking so unbelievably huge in her tiny grasp, like some beast, where the more he thought about it and the more he looked, it was big compared to all of her, he could only imagine what she was thinking as she eyed his length with that cute childish level of curiosity and sweet tinge of virgin anxiety. She needed to bite her lip to prevent it from trembling, wanting to squeeze her thighs shut when they too became unruly, wanting to protect what was kept between them.

It only made his cock throb even harder.

“I- fuck-” He grunted, thrusting shallowly up into her hand by angling his hips up, looking down upon her enticing pretty silken dew-kissed heat, his finger greedily reaching to touch the tender entrance only to hear her whimper out a small whine at once when his rough digits brazenly made contact. “You’re so shy, it’s adorable.” 

The loosely given hand-job felt good around his priorly ignored arousal, what with how sensitive he was, but was missing what her pussy was welcomingly dripping with. 

He lowered himself, hand grabbing his base to steady the attack, yet was declined by her placing her own hand in front of the poor unsuspecting virgin tightness. “Uhm, Kiri- I-”

He shushed at her, prying her hand easily away, replacing it with his own, rubbing those electrical patterns he did before into her pretty budding pearl. “No, no, Baby. Come on. Pretty please, it’ll feel so good, I’ll be gentle okay? It’ll be good, I promise.” He swirled his thumb over her clit, an act far from gentle, though sending those sharp involuntary spikes of pleasure into her core, giving to something pooling in her stomach, something warm and sticky and heavier than before, almost burdening with how it strained in the muscles of her thighs, making her shake beneath the man’s mere thumb. “I love you, Baby, don't you want us to take the next step?”

“Uhm...” She gasped as he abused the sensitivity under his course strength.

“Thank you, Baby.” He purred, lips carved into a smile fit for devouring, planting kisses down her face and into her neck, his cock pushing into the velvet folds.

But she backed up, balls of her feet pushing into the mattress, her palms doing the same, but Kirishima had other plans, none of them including letting her up.

“Kiri, no-” She pushed lightly at his chest then, as she’d done before, trying to soothe and smooth over the feathers she’d ruffled, trying ever so gently in those small soft caresses to apologize for having riled him up so.

But seems this time he wouldn't have that either, her hands cupped and pulled rather dismissively out of the way, dominated by his own and how he intertwined his digits, raking them in with her dainty ones, locking their hands, or rather securing hers, before pushing them flat into the sheets beside her, giving him full access to what lied beneath him without her bothersome fists getting in his way. “Come on, Babe... stop being a little tease...” Her hands slipped their confinements in his as he rather needed them to manage her body, felt that twitching itch to grab and grope and tug and pull at all her doughy flesh. She gasped as he groped a mans handful of her ass, bumping his bare cock into her, rubbing it up and over her pussy, bobbing between their stomachs.

His face was still so adamant on nibbling at the flesh of her collar, leaving what she knew to be ugly swelling purple stains that turned into those vile green and yellow marks looking like fungus blooming on her skin. “I’m sorry-” It was all too much to have his warm skin pressed against her, his naked hardness, all of him, his rough hands, his brutish needle-sharp teeth, that thing that poked at her, humped into her where he’d made a sticky wet hot mess, with her underwear put somewhere out of sight and most definitely out of reach. “I’m not ready to-” Her hands tried softly but with increasing effort at getting him off, trying to get her discomfort across to the seemingly clueless baboon who was handling her body to his own selfish ends on top of her. 

“It’s fine.” His voice was heated, soft despite trodding over her own, as he tried calming her down, again with his hands tugging at her wrists and pushing the annoying things away from him, again so he could lie himself down on top of her. “We’ll try something-” His efforts at soothing her weren’t appreciated by the girl beneath as she continued pushing, bordering on thrashing beneath the giant red-head.

“Kiri, stop. ” There was an edge to her voice this time, an edge he didn’t appreciate.

Large hand wrapped their fingers around her wrist and crushed it with a strength she couldn't hope to match, a dark chuckle following, rumbling just beside her ear alongside a small smile carving his lips at the cute pop of bones followed by her whimper. “Stop being so difficult, Babe.” He chastised, voice dismissive and completely unbothered by her spiked struggles, treating her reluctance like it was nothing but a minor inconvenience he could simply swat away like a fly. “I know you’ll like it, you just need to-”

“I don’t need to do anything!” She cried now, adorable small whines as she tried prying her hand out of his hold. “Get off me!”

“Kinda feels like you’re trying to piss me off here.” His tone darkened, and so did the look in his eyes, and though she was just short of bawling with the lump  of hopelessness and fear caught stuck in her throat, the adrenaline gave her such a rush of confidence as her leg finally managed to shuffle under his, allowing her to knee him right in that swelled thick slug he was so transfixed on appeasing.

And though she managed briefly to slip out from beneath him, it was no victory, and she felt that ounce of triumph that fluttered in her heart snuff out at the feel of his brawny taunt and rock hard arms wrap around her torso, hoisting her off the ground, only to throw her right back where she’d been laying not moments ago.

“Please, Eijirou, please, you're scaring me, stop.” She kicked now, flopping beneath him like a fish hauled up on a boat, tried prying her hands out of his grasp yet couldn't stop him from holding her down, rolling her on her stomach while he pulled off his uniform necktie, bending her arms behind her back and tightening the noose around her wrists, pulling the tail between them to secure the knot tightly, before rolling her back with her hands being crushed beneath her.

Her face reappeared tear-slicked and panicked. “There we go, all pretty and perfect for me.” He lightly tapped her face as he stuffed her mouth with the panties he fished back up from his pockets, settling between her legs again as she whined through the make-shift gag.

Rough course hand, like sandpaper, like rock, slid down between her thighs, slowly in their venture, pushing and kneading into the softness, hungry as they groped and pushed her open, wrapped her around his torso so he could slap his rock-solid cock onto her vulnerable little opening.

“Let me paint a picture for you, Babe.” He started, catching her attention. 

Her eyes so unbelievably wide as she looked up at him through the thick hazy ominous darkness of the room, a darkness that once seemed so cozy now so overwhelming, the sun having gone down, the TV turned to black, the lights left off and the only glimmer coming from the streetlights and the dim white glow of the moon shining in through her window, leaving Kirishima’s sharp teeth to hang above her and how they seemed to drip, eerie shadows cast upon his face, eyes red and hazy, drooped to slits, drunk and cocky as he continued rubbing his cockhead up through the lips of her pussy ever so causally, like she wasn’t bound and bawling beneath him. 

“So listen up and listen carefully. Can you do that, Babe?” 

She felt cold suddenly, chilled to her core by his tone, reduced to shivering beneath his confident touch, shuddering where she laid, chest pushed upward above the support her arms gave, head drawing in the dune of her pillow, thighs lifted to straddle her boyfriend’s waist, his hand keeping her there by curling his thumb into the underside of her knee. 

“The way I see it, you have two options.” He leaned in, voice sturdy but soft like a straight-jacket. “Either you be my good girl and give me what’s mine.” Tone swooping low into a growl. “Or...” 

His hands moved steadily as they began unbuttoning her shirt from the bottom up, planting a kiss on the newly exposed skin of her tummy, just short of her belly-button. The light scruff of his chin tickling the thin skin it rubbed against as he continued licking and nibbling on the flesh the more it was exposed to him. 

“You run along to your friends, tell them what a bad bad guy I am. They ask for proof, but silly little you have no proof to give.” He chuckled, warm breath breezed on the peach-fuzz of her chest as he kept sucking his marks into her, hands fingering the last of her buttons. “People love me, Buttercup, so let me ask you this...” The crimson spikes of his hair stuck into the underside of her chin as he licked up her throat, kissed her jaw and bit at her earlobe, whispering. “Who’s side you think they gonna take?” Humming as he watched another fat tear run down her cheek. “You go to the teachers, they ask for proof, something you still don’t have because there is none. And even if they did believe you... no saying they’d do anything about it. I’m destined to be a billboard hero. Do you really think they’ll throw all that away on some ditz from general studies?” Question after question, answer after answer, each one another stab and twist of the rusty blade in her hope. “Think again.” With her shirt open she witnessed him morph his hand into sharp rock, a jagged finger burrowing beneath the bridge of her bra and cutting the thick fabric loose, now fully exposed to his mouthful of teeth and slobbering tongue. “Hate to break it to you, but that’s not how the world works, Sweetheart.” 

She closed her eyes, clamped them shut, but it only helped her feel all his entitled actions even more, how he moved, rightfully, regardlessly, without regret or remorse. She swore she could feel him pulsating against her, his cock pumping against her swollen clit, where she could argue that the rip of him tearing apart her skirt was the loudest noise she’d ever heard in her life. 

“And perhaps it ends there, but I know you. You continue, trying to make anyone believe you, eventually ending up in management for crazy obsessed fanatic fangirls -of which I have many- or you give up.” His mouth enclosed her nipple, tongue swirling around the bud, fingers tweaking the other breast with boyish greediness. “Either way, you end up missing. With no friends to bother coming to find you, thinking that your delusional ass offed yourself, when in reality...” 

Large hand curling around her neck, squeezing as he rose to look down at her, rock his hips to allow his cock more friction, sliding up and down between her thighs, bobbing against her stomach, thrumming and spilling thick whiteness, dripping and smearing onto her skin. 

“You’re right back here with me.” 

Her heart skipped, seemed to stop, everything seemed to stop. His words hung poised, forgetting how to drop, like dust settling, lingering about the air as she looked up at him, thinking he looked like the onset of hell, like a demon, his hair like horns, his eyes like hellfire, and those teeth, those sharp unforgiving teeth. 

“You see, if you don’t give, I will take.” He juggled her head with the tight grip he had on her jaw, playing with her as his other hand swept through her delicate sensitive folds, made her cringe, try and shimmy away, all to his disgusting amusement shown in the snaggletooth that hooked over his lip as he smirked a grim curled line. “And right now it looks to me like I might just have to show you just how defenseless you are to stop me.” His digits wiggled inside her, and she whined into her panties as she sucked on them, her eyes clinging to the dangerous heat simmering inside his. “Aww see? You’re already getting so wet. Your body sure knows who it belongs to, I’m sure you will too, very soon.”