#my writing!

[aelwynrights]

i had a brief bout of temporary insanity over the past forty eight hours since the last junior year episode and wrote 4700 words about 21 year old sandra lynn. a time when she was being super well adjusted i’m sure.

[avawritesthings]

intoxicated with you | lh43

✦ word count - 2,247

✦ summary - in which the sacred sleepovers at the lake house turn into something more.

✦ warnings - smut, smoking & inaccurate descriptions of smoking, swearing

✦ ava’s notes - 100 followers. HELLO. thats crazy!!! thank you for the likes, reblogs, and interactions, means a lot, truly! <3

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SLEEPOVERS AT THE Hughes’ lake house was a sacred tradition.

You and Luke had been friends since diapers; pulling pranks on his brothers, watching movies together, going out on the boat with his family.

So it came as no shock to Luke when you scaled the trellis under his bedroom window and hopped into his room. You heaved out a sigh, locking eyes with the lanky boy lying on the bed. The faint sound of Wicked Games by The Weeknd filled the room from his TV.

“Whatcha doin’?” You asked nonchalantly. 

“Was ‘bout to have a smoke. You in?” Luke asked, even though he knew what your answer would be. He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a blunt, along with a lighter.

You shook your head. “No, Luke,” You recited. “You ask me every time, and every time my answer will be the same.” He whined. “Y/N, please? I’ll talk you through it the whole time, I promise.”

“I don’t know, Lukey,” You sighed, uncertainty present in your face.

Luke shot you a look, knowing that if he begged enough you’d give in. He held his hand to you, face up, and you grabbed his hand without hesitation. Luke tugged you onto his bed and you squealed, earning a shhh from Luke, knowing everyone else in the house was sleeping.

Sure, the two of you had shared a bed numerous times, and it was no different this time. …Right?

As you sat up on the headboard, Luke re-claimed the blunt. You eyed the rolled up piece of paper in Luke’s long, slender fingers. He flicked the lighter until it stuck, and lit the blunt. He took a deep hit, then exhaled, filling the room with the distinct smell of weed.

He offered it to you, a calm and reassuring look on his face. He’s here to help.

You gingerly took the blunt from his fingers and held it in your hands, inspecting it up close. You heard a chuckle and looked up, seeing a crooked smile appear on Luke’s face. Rolling your eyes, you spoke, “So, you gonna show me how to smoke this or what?”

He rolled his eyes at your teasing and shuffled closer to you. “Alright. Take it slow, okay? Start low and go slow.”

You nodded, fake confidence dancing across your face. Luke gestured his hands towards you, silently asking for you to take a hit. You brought the blunt to your lips, taking a slow hit then exhaling. A cough escaped your lips and he brought his hand to rub your back. “‘S okay, you did so good, Y/N.”

You managed to stop coughing and you were suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that his hand was still on your back, his thumb moving in soft circles.

“You okay?” Luke softly asked. You shook your head in an agreeing manner, your throat suddenly dry.

“D’you have some water?”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah. Here,” He grabbed the half empty water bottle from his nightstand and gave it to you. Smiling in thanks, you greedily drank the liquid. You capped the bottle and looked over to Luke, his eyes already on you. 

He took the blunt from your hands and took another hit, a slight red hue to his eyes. After a few minutes of talking back and forth, you gestured to the blunt resting between his fingers. He smirked and handed it to you. “Do you need any help?”

“No,” You replied, taking a slightly longer hit from the blunt and exhaling. A woozy smile formed on your face and a calmness took over. You looked over at Luke to see his eyes already on you. As his deep brown eyes drank you in, your heart fluttered and surged as the sight.

The way his eyes darkened after making eye contact should have been illegal. The way his lips parted with heavy breaths. The way Luke-

Your inner thoughts stopped when you saw his eyes dip to your lips. You subconsciously licked your bottom lip and his hand darted out to rest against your thigh.

In a split second, Luke’s lips were on yours.

A quiet gasp left your mouth and his tongue took the opportunity to explore. Before you could bring your hand up to cup his face, he suddenly pulled back, his eyes darting between yours.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking! I-”

You smiled at his rambling and grabbed his face, smashing your lips against his once again. 

Luke’s arms snaked around your waist, and he moved his body so that you were laying on the bed, Luke hovering over you.

His mouth trailed from yours and down to your neck, sucking on the newly found sweet spot. “No hickies, please, Lukey.”

You felt his smirk against your skin. “No promises, baby.”

Baby.

The new nickname echoed in your head while his mouth trailed from your neck to your chest, a soft moan escaping your lips. Luke tugged on the hem of your shirt and you sat up, raising your arms so he could undress you.

Luke’s eyes immediately locked onto your breasts, and his hands reached to knead them. His hands on your body had you clenching your thighs together, the feeling more sensitive than ever. Your hands clutched the back of his head, your fingers running through his unruly curls. He brought his lips back to yours while fumbling with your sweatpants.

You lifted your hips just enough so he could slide them down your legs, and he unattached his lips from yours to take his shirt off.

You had seen his abs plenty of times before, out on the boat or swimming, but not in this type of setting. As your eyes appreciatively raked down the ridges of his toned abdomen, he ran a hand up and down your thigh.

You locked eyes with Luke again and you could have sworn a low groan came from his mouth. His breathing was erratic and he was feverishly biting his bottom lip. His hand, the one on your thigh, skimmed along your stomach, leaving goosebumps everywhere his hands were. 

The look in his eyes made your stomach flip. He looked so desperate…so needy.

“Can I touch you?”

The simple question snapped you out of your haze, and you stumbled on your words. “Yeah,” You coughed out. “Yes, of course.”

His fingers hooked on the waistband of your panties, and you yet again lifted your hips to help him. The way Luke was looking at you had you shivering under his dark gaze. 

His eyes locked onto your wet cunt, and he couldn’t help but run his two fingers up your pussy. Your hand shot to your mouth, muffling a squeak that left your mouth. 

“Fuck me,” Luke whispered out, entranced with you and the way your body was reacting to his touch. 

Luke shimmied down until his mouth was inches away from your already dripping pussy, his warm breath hitting your sensitive area. He hiked your legs on top of his shoulders. 

“Please, Luke. Do something,” You groaned out. 

As your fingers found his curls, his mouth met your core. Your thighs immediately began to quiver on his shoulders. He expertly moved his tongue in motions that had you seeing stars, and quickly. 

You babbled incoherently as he lapped up your essence. He retracted his mouth from you, and you whined out. Luke quickly entered two fingers into you and you sighed in pleasure. His thumb expertly found your clit and you felt yourself approaching your climax already. 

You pulled on his curls hurriedly, your orgasm on the cusp of release. He added his mouth to your heat and it sent you over the edge. You arched your back and bit into your hand to try and silence your moans. 

Luke’s fingers left your now dripping cunt and he kissed your shaking inner thighs, working you down from your climax. 

“Holy-“

“Yeah,” He breathed out. He brought his fingers to his face, wiping your juices onto his fingers and bringing them to your parted lips. You opened your mouth and greedily sucked on the slender digits. 

His eyes locked onto your puckered lips. The sensation of your mouth on his fingers was euphoric to him. 

Luke leaned over to reach the half-smoked blunt and brought it to your lips. You inhaled the drug and exhaled, a blissful smile on your face. The mind-blowing orgasm coupled with the blunt had your head spinning, in a good way. 

He then brought the blunt to his lips and took a hit. The fog in the room only intensified. Luke had a hazy look on his face, the smirk on his face rhapsodic. 

You sat up on your elbows and spoke, “Sit up on the headboard? Wanna ride you.”

Luke’s eyes widened at your words, momentarily speechless at your order. He nodded nonetheless and perched himself against the headboard. “Yeah,” He cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

You shifted from laying on the bed to your legs on each side of his, your slit slightly catching on his sweatpants everytime you moved. Your foreheads touched and your breaths blended together.

You reached under yourself and dipped your hand under the waistband and palmed his erect cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. He let out an embarrassing groan at the feeling. 

As your hand worked itself over his dick, your lips met, teeth clashing and he sucked on your bottom lip. His hands reached to tweak your nipples and you moaned into each other's mouths. 

When he had enough, he shoved his pants and boxers down as far down as he could, kicking off the rest. His hard cock sprung to his lower stomach and your eyes locked onto it for the first time. 

“Is it gonna fit?” You embarrassingly asked. 

Luke covered up his smirk with reassurance. “It’s okay, Y/N. Promise. We’ll make it fit, ‘kay?”

The question held heavy in the air and you nodded. You brought your hand to your mouth and spit, rubbing the saliva on his cock as lube. Luke shuddered and you lifted yourself off of his thighs to line up his dick with your wet entrance. 

You slowly sank down on his dick, inch by inch. Luke’s hands met your waist, guiding you down his cock. Once your thighs met his, you both let out sighs of pleasure and satisfaction. 

You started moving your hips against his, with help from his large hands. Leaning forward, you nibbled on his ear and neck, earning groans from the man underneath you. His hands lowered themselves to fondle your ass, squeezing the flesh. 

“Fuck, just like that , baby. You’re doin’ so well.”

You pressed your lips together to prevent any moans from escaping while hiding your face in his neck. Luke kissed your shoulder and lifted you so you were hovering over him. He planted his feet on the end of his bed and thrusted into you, causing you to cry out. He set a steady yet deep pace. 

He moved one of his hands to cover your mouth, and you did the same, adding to the intimacy in the room. With your eyes shut tight and fingers digging into his shoulders, you could feel your second orgasm approach just as fast as the first. 

His other hand reached in between your thighs to rub your overly sensitive clit. You felt your breath hitch and your heart sped up, the heat pooling in your lower back spreading throughout your whole body. 

You knew he was getting close to orgasm, his thrusts started to become slightly erratic and uneven. His hand left your mouth to run and hand up and down your back. 

Reaching behind your body, your fingers found his balls and massaged them. Luke tilted his head back as far as he could and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, almost too overstimulated. 

“Atta girl,” He managed to choke out. “Jesus Christ, keep doing that.”

His words only spurred you on, your walls fluttering around his cock as your climax washed over you in waves. The drugs heightening your senses, making your orgasm three times more intense. Your body sagged over top of him, too tired to hold yourself up. 

Luke followed not long after, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises as he spilled himself into you. 

The room fell silent, aside from your heavy pants and his sighs of relief. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to fuck you,” Luke whispered out. 

You nodded against his chest, pressing kisses to his chest here and there. 

“I’ve liked you for a while now,” You admit to Luke, your eyes slightly red. Raising your head to meet his eyes, you could see the love he held for you. 

“I have too, sweetheart,” He hummed. You hurriedly pressed your lips to his, hoping to convey the love you held for him in one, passionate kiss. 

Breaking away from the kiss left him chasing after you. You slowly got off of him, his dick leaving you. You sat beside him and plucked the blunt off of the nightstand yet again. Luke took it from you and took his final hit of the night, you doing the same before crushing it up and throwing it out. Your fingers reached out to intertwine with his and you smiled at each other. 

“I’m intoxicated with you, Luke Hughes.”

[groceryreceiptss]

𝐚𝐥𝐥'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 & 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | p.j.

percy jackson x reader | word count : 1.4k | requested

summary : though you were a skillful archer, you were an amateur when it came to dealing with a sword. while percy helped you trained for hours after lunch, he couldn’t help but fall in deeper with you, even though you’d probably never know it.

contains : my writing (again, warning). just fluff things <3 reader was implied as apollo's daughter, but never actually specified. oh, and a katniss everdeen reference! (because is the fic actually written by me if it doesn't include at least one thg reference?). let me know if there’s more!

a/n : i do NOT know how to write action-y scenes (even ones that are as light as this) so sorry if this comes out as flat haha. i had to get out my copy of the lightning thief just to be a tinny bit more familiar with it to be honest. also yes the title is kinda cheesy but soo is this entire fic < 3

credits : fan art by frostbite.studios, dividers by @benkeibear, pins i used (1) (2) (3)

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The afternoon sun hit the color of your eyes as you tried the move he had just demonstrated to you. Your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and your forehead slicked with sweat. A borrowed but fitting sword was gripped in your hand, ready to clatter his. Percy and you had been going at it ever since lunch ended and yet you still seemed determined to keep going. 

Percy counted and you attacked, one, two, three. Next move, you tried to thrust it into the right of his protected ribcage. But with your lovely eyes being a little too obvious and your hand still clumsy with the blade, he deflected it off easily, letting yours fall to the ground. 

“Oh, I’m terrible,” you said with an embarrassed smile, pulling up your bronze helmet and dragging a hand to swipe your hair out of your forehead. You retrieved the sword and turned to ask him. “Okay, honest opinion. What did I do wrong?” 

“Well…” he started, as he took off his own helmet, tucking it under his arm, “Your eyes give away a bit too much to the opponent, so I could easily tell what you were going to do. You’re still too hesitant about it I think.” 

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Well, how can I not when my opponent at this given moment is Percy fucking Jackson but go on.” 

Percy was thankful that the sun was taking it one for the team and became a cover for the red that just possibly covered his face. He shook his head, fighting a smile that was trying to break through his lips. Joke about it, take defense.

The lines of his mouth morphed into a teasing grin. “Is that an excuse that I hear, miss y/l/n? Since when do you play with those?”  You were always so stubborn, in the best sense of the word. And Percy always found it admirable to say the least.

You raised your eyebrows before shooting back, “And if it is, it's also not unreasonable, Mr. Jackson.” That cute smile of yours taking flight in your face. He noticed that it was still the same one from when he first saw you at twelve, a few years back. Some things never changed. 

“What else?” You asked again, crossing your arms with the sword pointing downward. “Come on, don't be shy. I can take it.”

He considered it before answering. “Your hand wasn’t steady enough with the sword and with the move you were trying to execute. It made it a bit… off. And hard to get away in battles.”

You let yourself collapse to the ground with a dramatic sigh, exhaustion finally took over you. Your legs stretched in front of you and your helmet and sword clanged by your side. “Never mind, I lied, I can't take it."

He laughed and sat down next to you, putting his equipment by yours. The wind was finally picking up now, bringing a sense of balance to the hot weather.

"I can never get this right.” You huffed, blowing up your loosen hair, which Percy couldn't help but think that you looked slightly adorable.

“It’s totally fine,” he promised you, words creeped with encouragement. “Just be more confident! I swear it works. Or just…” he trailed off, unsure, and then shrugged. “don’t think about it too much, I guess.” 

“Contradiction, contradiction.” You said in a sing-song voice before looking at him with that inspecting face and said, “Do you drink some secret potion or something? Someone altered your ambrosia?”

Percy let out a laugh, “Your perception of me is unrealistically high, I see. I can say the same to you, Katniss Everdeen.”

Your face’s expression stretched with surprise before you nodded in approval. “That’s the best way to compliment my archery skills actually, yes. Forget Apollo the doofus.”

“Who?” Percy played in the joke, to which you answered with the only appropriate one : “Exactly.”

He clapped his hand, an idea forming in his head. "Alright, how about this. If you give it a try just one more time, I'll give you some blue cupcakes my mom just sent me a few days ago." He offered with a knowing smile, getting you too well to strike a tempting bargain with you.

Percy knew how in love you were with his mom's cupcakes. Sally Jackson made the best for the best. It had only taken one bite and he could already tell how head over heels you were with them. He might or might not be planning to try to make a batch himself as a surprise for your upcoming birthday, but he feared the baking talent of the greats did not pass onto him. These hands weren't only skilled in combat, but with a pair of mitts and an oven, they could also burn an entire kitchen down.

Still though. Seeing the way your eyes immediately lit up right now made him rethink his choices. Maybe burning down a room wasn't so bad. At least you would probably laugh at his pathetic attempt.

Your mouth split into a grin and he was brought back to the world. You shook your head in slight disbelief. "Bringing Mrs. Jackson cupcakes into this? You are not playing fair, Perce."

"That's a deal then?" He held out his hand for a shake.

You sighed, putting his hand in yours. "Fine, deal."

Percy tried to ignore the fireworks he felt as he gripped your hand tighter and pulled you up to stand. His heart felt like it was trying to push its way out of his ribs, but in a good way. Like a thrill.

"Alright, one more time," He said as he retrieved his sword and you retrieved yours. "You ready?"

"Honestly, I'm just doing this for the cupcakes now." Seriously, how much could one person make him smile in the span of five minutes?

You and Percy put on the helmets. He counted to three, and you started taking offense as he took defense. One, two, three. It all started out well. Your movements were still a bit clumsy, but you'd get better on it in no time, he was sure. And you were doing pretty good work too. That was until you were stepping back, trying to deflect his now offensive movements, and tripped over yourself. You fell to the hard ground with an oof.

Luckily, with your equipment still intact, you couldn't be hurt that much. But Percy immediately dropped riptide and got to your side.

He knew it was stupid. You and him were both warriors, you were good with a bow, he was good with a sword. Both of you had been injured multiple times in different kinds of battles, and yours had been more grotesque than his more than once, so this was absolutely nothing. Still, he guessed, the instinct to worry would just stay the same.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, as he gently pulled you up to a sitting position. His forehead was creased together as he looked at you, but you were instead laughing, finding your recent incident funny. "What?" He asked, couldn't help but let a laugh, albeit confused, out of his lips too. Yours were charmingly infectious.

You pointed at your face, your bronze helmet askew, voice still laced with traces of mirth. "Tell me, how silly do I look?"

He smiled, affection swarmed him. "Very silly," Should he risk it? "So silly, it's borderline annoyingly cute actually." Okay, risking it then.

But you just smiled, either welcoming it or oblivious to the actual meaning behind it. Probably the latter. You wouldn’t be convinced someone actually liked liked you even if it was plastered on a billboard. You pointed at his face, and laughed again, this time with an effort of covering your mouth. "You look so silly too, I'm sorry."

He shook his hand, bringing out a breath of laughter, unable to keep his smile from growing further under the protective gear. "Hey," he said, finally taking off his helmet and letting the wind touch his face. "It was in solidarity with you as a friend! Please appreciate it."

"I do!" You took off your helmet, letting the glow of the sun kiss your face again. Percy couldn't help but be entranced with the way you looked, still perfect even with the destroying searing weather of June. You couldn't keep doing this to him. "Sorry, I'll stop." You promised as you withdrew a laugh, but he actually wished you wouldn't. He loved hearing you laughed, it made the wind that danced around him a melodic thing, one he could be around forever—or whatever it was the poets said.

Looking at you made him understand what they were always talking and raving about, but he could never explain it.

"So," You began, "About those cupcakes?"

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[hypnotizedpuppyabby]

Rounding Error

On some models of the Mech Pilot Training Sims used by the armed forces, there is a slight rounding error in the hardware that changes the resulting programs ever so slightly.

This however, has resulted in some slight differences in the resulting training for pilots who use these sims for long enough periods. Commanding officers noted higher levels of animalistic behavior, increased dependence when not in a mech, a taste for violence and pain, as well as higher libido.

Initially this caused a stir among command, if word got out about this the reputation would tank and an ethics inquiry would be launched. This was until the combat ratings came in however, with these pilots having double or even triple the combat effectiveness of their counterparts.

Command quickly changed their approach, launching secret programs to take the best pilots and prioritize them on these sims, with the goal of creating even more effective pilots. To combat the side effects, each pilot was assigned a handler to assist them out of combat and to guide them in combat, relying on that increased dependence being focused on an individual, instilling a loyalty to their handler.

These pilots quickly became known as dogs by their counterparts, many handlers chose to lean into the nickname as they found it had its "perks" so to speak. The pilots didnt seem to mind, they had eyes for their handler and their handler only. If they said "all fours", they obeyed. If they said "attack", they obeyed. If they said "fuck", they obeyed.

Many handlers learned that physical pleasure enhanced their pilots as well, electing to use them liberally in the downtime as well as adjusting their neural link parameters to induce pleasure from violence and pain.

Command, for the most part, simply allowed this to happen as they were more than happy with the results on the battlefield, and they werent hearing any complaints from anyone involved. In fact, they only thing they heard was growls and barks

[dark-side-blog3]

Ignore that this Home Alone inspired poly adeuce fic is a month late. Or choose to read it for 2024 Christmas, up to you.

I had a lot of fun writing this! Put it into a word counter just for fun, and I'm surprised to see that my first real WIP I finished in 2024 is 3k long! It was just so fun to imagine a twist one of my favourite Christmas movies, and I got so caught up in the fun of it I didn't make my deadline ^^; It was originally meant to be a short little crackfic, but it was just too fun! There are some cracky, campy elements, but that's just in the spirit of the movie I based it off!

Anyways: MDNI, warnings for standard yandere things, and creepy crawlies.

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"Shouldn't we be pouring salt on the pathway?"

"Nah," you smile, splashing another bucket of water on the front steps. "This is so we can have a nice slip-and-slide for tobogganing tomorrow, Grim! Same reason I'm filling up a little ice rink in the back-- I wanna do some skating. I can't wait for it to freeze over and teach you how!"

Grims' head shakes fervently as he beams; "Just you wait! I'll show you the grace and speed of a master figure skater! I'm gonna be teaching YOU how to skate by the time we're done!"

"Well if you wanna do that, you're gonna need to be well rested. Can you grab us some cookies for before-bed snacks?" you encourage, the monster agreeing and scampering off inside the dorm house to pilfer the cupboard.

You continue pouring water on the steps and trudge around the house's perimeter to check on the steps leading outside to make sure they're freezing over like you intended. You have several other home security measures to check over...

Most of the staff, and students for that matter, went home for the holidays. Family to see, vacations to take... A life to live outside of the school and other people in it. Should anything happen, Crowley was unfortunately unavailable (what else is new, the old bastard), nor was Vargas, Trein, or Crewl. Normally they'd be spattered throughout the holiday to watch over the students. But there are other teachers on the premises, and hardly any students who can't return home for whatever reason, and they let it slip by... One night during the whole winter break when none of your trusted faculty members nor any of your more powerful friends like Malleus or Idia could help if you got into trouble.

And maybe, maybe your brain has been rotted by movies and defending yourself from overblotted students.

But it's better safe than sorry.

With everything seemingly in order, and the sun setting quickly behind the treeline of school woods, you rush over to the front gate to hang a large sign:

NO SOLICITORS

Hopefully, this will deter anyone planning to intrude on you tonight.

You trudge your way back to the front door, carefully avoiding the steps. You spend the next few hours snacking with Grim while watching movies together, playing card games, and chattering about what ifs and would you rather... Before too long, it's time for bed, and Grim is out like a light, thanks to several pounds of turkey stuffing, potatoes, and cookies you still had after the holiday party days ago.

The party was fun... It did leave you with more leftovers you knew what to do with, which is always great. You got to wish Rook Joyeuses Fête, decorate cookies with Jack and Jade (the merman being much better at decorating, likely due to working in the lounge), and say goodbye to everyone dear to you before they left for their own plans... But it also had Ace and Deuce.

Which, on the one hand, they're harmless. You know they are. They're just jerks sometimes.

They should be focusing on their studies, and you had to devote your time to keeping Ramshakle clean, and Grim on task to graduate... The little monster became somewhat of a family member. Surrogate son or little brother you're not entirely sure, but you want him to succeed.

And even if the pair of heartslabyul boys were gifted students that excelled at every course with time to spare, Grim wasn't-- Grim needed your help to study, to get to class, to handle some of his projects for him when his paws would cause accidents in the potion lab. Grim needs your help to get through college, and it keeps you way too busy for a relationship with either guy.

And even though they soured the mood of the party right after you told them as such, it's the truth, and that's what it is. You're not going to jeopardize Grim's future just to date college students.

They acted like jerks for the rest of the winter break.

When everyone was opening presents, they bitched at everyone for the gifts they exchanged, teased relentlessly, knocked over decor, and told each classmate going through the magic mirror over the week to 'take their time coming back, if at all'. Poor Idia had an anxiety attack when they started teasing him; it took you half an hour to calm him down enough to stop puking and stick to just dry heaving. Grim scampered off after Idia fainted a second time... It took another hour after that to help him through the magic mirror, with his robot escorts. You would have walked through with him, but he insisted holding your hand as he left would be enough, only dragging you somewhat through the portal.

It was rubbing you the wrong way how they were picking fights with everyone, and snubbing Grim anytime they saw you and the monster around campus.

Suddenly, the front gates screech open, drawing you out of your thoughts. You peek out the sliver of the window from behind the thick curtain in the bedroom to see two figures shuffle through the snow.

It can't be them. Even if you were just thinking of them, that would be too... Convenient. Like some movie logic. Thinking of people doesn't summon them.

Whoever it is will be getting a nasty surprise in three, two, one--

A muffled thud and string of curses can be heard from the other side of the glass. You sneak your way down the stairs so you can at least see who's at the door.

"Son of a--! Grim!" Deuce shouts. So much for not summoning them.

"Open the door, little buddy! We know that you're in there and that you're all alone... Your precious prefect is spending the last night of the winter break with someone else, right?" Ace yells, quickly being joined by a snickering and rapping at the door.

A shadow presses itself against the window, trying to peer through sheer curtains. You duck behind one of the striped couches on the outside of the room, close to the walls. Through the reflection of the glass cabinet, you can see the figure stay and linger at the window, tapping against the glass with a small can.

"Come on Grim. We've got tuna for ya if you just open the door and have a chat..." Deuce says, cupping his hands around his mouth as he yells through the glass.

His shadow straightens up, before pounding back on the glass, rattling the old pane against the tight frame, the narrow strips of wood being tight enough together that neither of them could just force their way through the window; Even if they shattered all the glass.

Which Deuce just might, slamming himself into the frame as hard as he could.

"I saw you move in there! Don't ignore us!" He shatters a pane, shoving his hand through to grab at the sheer curtains and tug, ripping them.

You duck back behind the couch, scanning for tools to protect yourself. Shut up. Don't be stupid, just think. Think quick, and smart.

The banging stops for a second. Before becoming far louder-- powerful enough to feel the floor shake. Metal creaks against its hinges, and the lock crashes into the strike plate of the door.

Ignore that, focus. Cleaning supplies. Always nearby, the dorm is filthy. Dish soap and mop bucket.

You dart out from behind the couch to grab the bottle of dish soap, grabbing it and rolling up against the wall just in time as the banging stops, the door knob jiggles and a thin wire pokes itself out from the cracks between the door frame. It makes quick work of the locks on the door, before opening, and Ace proudly struts into the room. The second he does, you pop the cap and squeeze the bottle, squirting bright blue goop into his eyes and smarmy mouth! And you splurt the floor for good measure!

You sprint back to behind the couch he pulls back, sputtering, and wiping it from his eyes in thick globs. You watch through the reflection of the cabinet as Deuce shoves his way past Ace as he splatters fistfuls of goop onto the floor, next to the bottle of leaking dish soap. Ace shoves Deuce for the push, and the resulting shove has both of them slipping on the puddle of dish soap you left in your hurry.

"Ahg-- Ace?! Why are you on the floor?"

A visibly wet smack as dish soap arches off Ace's gloves, slapping damply right into Deuce's face as he grunts from under his classmate: "Get off me, you buffoon! Go find the cat-- Grim, I'm gonna skin you for this, you little creep!"

"Don't make threats until after we have the little rat, runt. If he goes tattling we're screwed--"

"There's no one to tattle to! He's all alone in this big house! Even the ghosts aren't here! If we stick his claws in an electrical socket or force-feed him motor oil, no one would think anything of it! He's just a dumb animal that killed himself without supervision!"

Something glints from under the couch. You grasp at it, finding a spare ornament, and an unused ziptie, threaded through the top. There's got to be something you can use to create a bigger distraction and get you and Grim out of here.

There has to be something in reach-- going back to the bucket in plain sight of them is too risky. Shoving your hand under the couch, your clutch the first thing that your grasp: An aerosol room freshener. Score.

Wrapping the ziptie around the spray trigger, you tighten it and roll it over to the boys, still scrambling about on the floor. You watch from the reflection in the cabinet as Deuce gets a heavy spray right in the eyes, hollering in pain!

"AUGH-- Fucker! You think you're so smart, punk?! Your little bomb just gave away your position!" Deuce shouts, whipping out his magic pen, covering his eyes.

You feel a sense of dread. Primal instinct. You leap out from behind the couch just as he summons a caldron to crash into the couch, narrowly missing you as it smashes the solid oak to splinters. Splinters stick to your socks, embedding in your feet as you scamper off to another room, streams of water and gusts of wind being shot after you.

Just as you turn the corner to climb up the stairs and rush to Grim's room, you hear Ace curse exasperatedly, stumbling his way to the end of the hall to stare at you, still wiping his eyes on his sleeves. Another string of sighed curses leaves his lips as he watches you scramble up the stairs, making accidental eye-contact.

They know their plans are botched now.

Gotta climb faster.

On all fours, you claw up the stairs, just as a tug on your ankle forces your jaw to slam into them. Casting a glance backwards, Ace has gripped your ankle with his sticky gloves, grinning madly as you struggle to tug your ankle away from him, and try to dodge the other one of his hands trying to grasp for your other leg, only to end up sloppily groping your ass before trying again. You try to shake and kick him off, getting a hits to the side of his head, but not as effective as if you had room to wind up. He's gripping so hard it feels like he's going to break something. You scramble, shifting your weight side to side to get him off, prying yourself off the stairs and scratching your nails into the old wood. Your nails cling to the baseboard, prying the edge as much as you can, the wood creaking and snapping off with each desperate tug to pull yourself up.

The baseboard snaps, and you find yourself with a small wooden shiv, thinking to whip around and stab it into Ace's hand, leading him to retract for a second long enough for you to scramble up a step again-- before being slammed back down into the wood as you're grabbed again.

A girthy, irrate red centipede wiggles its way out from the hole in the baseboard, defensive of the now-ruined home.

You snatch it up, close to the head and the snapping mandibles as it wriggled and writhed, as you slowly reached back around to Ace, still clinging to your legs as you tried to shake him off. The teen was so focused on keeping you still as he pulled some ducttape off the roll with his teeth, that he didn't see the massive, snakelike body of the centipede until it was too late; And you stick it right on his face.

He seemed to freeze, giving you enough time to tug your leg again, just as he screamed an ear-piecing shriek!

Ace pawed at his face squirming violently on the stairs, thumping loudly on each step back to the bottom as you sprinted your way upstairs, into Grims room, slamming and locking the door behind you!

"What the hell is wrong--"

"PSYCHO PREFECT IS WHAT! Is it in my hair? Fucking thing was thick as a finger, and they put it right on my face! Is it in my hair?!"

"The prefect is home?! Dude! We're so screwed!"

"So go up there and get them, dipshit! Why are you standing still when they're up there getting a fucking bear trap or something ready?! Are you having an aneurysm or something?! Why are you just staring at me like that?!"

"...Ace... Don't... Move."

"Deuce... What are you talking about? Go get them-"

"Don't. Move."

"Deuce..?"

The telltale crash of a cast iron cauldron smashing through your rotten wood floors makes you nearly shit yourself, glancing back at a sleep-stirring Grim.

"DID I GET IT?"

"YOU ALMOST CRUSHED MY SKULL YOU NUTCASE!"

"DID I GET IT?!"

"You fucking moron!"

You snatch Grim up, using the blanket he was sleeping with like a hobo bag to hold him in, and open the window, edging your way carefully onto the roof. If you can just make safely to the other side of Ramshackle, you can try scaling down the ivy. And it will at least give you a head start-- Maybe hiding out in Sams is the best idea. A store owner must have a CCTV, right? And if Ace and Deuce try and kill either of you, then even if something happens to you, they'll get caught...

You wrap the corners of Grims blanket around your shoulders, like a makeshift baby pouch. You can definitely feel him squirming on your back, starting to wake up. You let go of the window, slipping down the rough roof tile. Laying on your stomach, you side-shuffle over, staying as low to the roof as you can to get the most traction. The edge nearly takes you by surprise when your foot doesn't connect with length that's not there. Slowly, you shuffle even closer to the edge, swaying your arm around the edge to find the vines of Ivy.

"I FOUND 'EM, ACE!"

Your head whips around to see Deuce leaning as far as he can out of the window before he scrambles to get onto the roof.

Whipping your head back to focus, you grab a fistful of vines and pull the rest of your body off the roof! You snatch another fistful with your other hand as you fall.

And fall all the way down, watching in horror as the ivy peels itself from the brick walls.

You feel Grim claw his way out of the pouch and onto your face just in time, as you land on your back with a sickening crunch.

"Oh shit," Ace comments, seemingly having been waiting for you at the bottom of the wall. You see Grim flee across the yard out of the corner of your eye, unable to lift your head.

The sound of snow crunching underfoot, and Deuce panting like crazy soon joins Ace in staring at you as you lay helpless on the ground. As soon as he arrives he gets asked: "Are we gonna get Grim?"

"No point, really..." Comes the huffed response; "We were gonna get him to fuck off, and he's fucked right off. Tonight didn't really go to plan anyway."

A boot gently kicks at your side as Ace turns his attention back to you: "Are you paralyzed or something? That was quite the fall."

You open your mouth to speak, but only a cracked whine makes it out. You cringe and try again, but nothing intelligible comes out.

"Holy shit, they're brain-damaged!" Ace grins, laughing as he backs away from you.

You feel Deuce tugging at your legs in the snow, dragging you from your shallow ditch in the snow. He begins tugging you closer to the dorm, before he drops your legs, moving to grab you under your arms and haul you that way, up against a wall. Breaking a window, he shoves you in, head first. The cold floors of Ramshackle are still warmer than the ice and snow.

"Alright. Hey, real quick, can you feel this?" Deuce begins poking you with a wire from an ornament, starting with your legs, and making his way up on both sides. You nod, wincing at some particularly sharp pricks, to which Deuce responds by rubbing the area to dull the pain.

"Can you say where you are right now? Do you know who I am? Who you are?" You nod again, voice stumbling through a pained response.

"Awesome. You're not brain-damaged! You're probably just winded from the fall. Is anything broken? Can you wiggle your fingers and toes? Try twisting side to side. If you can't it means your spine might be broken, and you need a doctor."

You comply, weirded out by the sudden care, but the doctor comment means they will call someone. And that someone will keep you safe, and them away. The pain's already fading, and likely nothing serious, but you could trick them... Deuce particularly seems like a soft touch. You wince as you try to twist, feigning inability.

Deuce makes a worried expression, like he's about to piss himself from fear.

He backs off slightly, giving you a bit more breathing room: "Try crossing your arms and lifting them as far away from your ribs as you can".

You comply again, feigning difficulty,

And duct tape wraps around your wrists instantly. Deuce presses his knee down into your chest to pin you down as he wraps as tightly as he can, while Ace ties your legs from outside.

"This really, really isn't my style. But we've got to get you somewhere that is not here when the teachers come back tomorrow, and we can't have Grim knowing where to find you." Deuce rambles, soaking his glove in a bottle of something, before pressing it to your face. He continues rambling, leaning in closer to whisper: "And I know how this looks! But I promise we won't do anything to you while you sleep. Or when you wake up! I swear! It's all more normal than it seems tonight-- or it can be anyways. And... And if you give me some time, give me a chance, we can even ditch Ace and forget this night ever happened! You just need some time somewhere else..."

The room spins with dark spots as Deuce presses his soaked glove further into your face. He continues rambling at you, while you feel Ace begin dragging you back out the window again. The snow doesn't feel cold this time as you fall into it. It just feels soft.

[vol2eddie]

IS THIS LOVE OR AM I DREAMING?

Eddie Munson x Reader

Bare feet patter across the bathroom tiles as Purple Rain plays, crackling under the needle of your record player, and in soft spatters against every window. In the room across the hall, he was waiting for you. Waiting for you to crawl back into his arms, under the silken, ivory sheets.

The towel that had been warmed on the radiator wasn’t as soft as his hands were on your face. The light in his eyes, when he looked at you, was brighter than the one above you. His ambrosial musk clinging to your skin, the smell of leather and cigarettes invading your senses.

You’re content as your see your own reflection in the mirror. Satisfied. Comfortable. Loved.

Hanging the towel over the edge of the bathtub and switching off the light, you head out of the bathroom and back to your room. Back to him.

Seeing him there had your gaze softening. Head half on the pillow, hair was strewn wild. His long eyelashes create shadows on the top of his cheeks. On his bottom half now are those flannel pants you love so much, strings tied in a knot at the waist. His knee is bent, one leg folded under the other. A strong, inked arm resting against his bare stomach as the other lay above his head, bicep flexing with the stretch. The low glow of the lamp on your bedside table highlights the right side of his figure, a warm yellow hue painting his pale skin. He looked peaceful on your side of the bed.

You watch the rise and fall of his chest, your presence looming over him.

His eyes crack open to see you standing there, at the foot of the bed, watching him, ogling him. A smirk takes over his face, small puffs of air leaving his nose as his stomach tensed, Adam’s apple moving up and down. You lift your head at the sound of his chuckles and finally meet his eyes, dark pools of honey, full of warmth and adoration.

He pulls both of his hands to his face, covering it, swiping them over his features as his face grows warm under your gaze.

The sound of the small thud as his hands hit the mattress pulls your eyes from him. A knowing grin present on both of your faces.

Sitting up from his lazy position, he beckons you over with a nod of his head, arms reaching for you. The veins that decorate them make your head spin. His stomach is soft and his hair falls perfectly in dark brown waves, framing his face. His sweet smile makes you ache, a deep affection in the well of his dimples.

You reach for his hand with intent before pulling away and twirling gracefully, feet tap against the wooden floor as you dance away from him, giggling, teasingly.

His jaw falls as he moves his hand to cover his heart. The sound coming from you makes his chest flutter.

“Stop teasing me, c’mere.”

He extends his arms towards you again, taking both of your hands in his as you lean against the rustic, metal bed frame. Calloused thumbs caress your knuckles as he holds your fingers gently in his.

One of your knees lifts to rest on the bed, balancing you as you lean forward, longing in your eyes, and in his.

His anchor. He’s pulling you in, grip never faltering. The front of your body drags along the bed, creasing the already wrinkled sheets, until your face is only a breath away from his.

Legs in between legs, chest to chest as he lays back with you. The weight of your body securing him, grounding him.

Letting go of your hands as his body twists, his leg intertwining with yours, an arm travelling along your back, enveloping you as his hand curls around your waist, holding you close.

One hand rests on his shoulder as the other comes up to the back of his neck in a tender embrace, your nails scratching, goosebumps arising all over his body. His hair snakes around your fingers in ringlets. Every part of you intertwined.

A hand comes up to move the fallen strands from your face and neck, the rough pads of fingertips dancing over your delicate features. He gives you a look as his arm tightens, your back arching into him.

Hair tickles you as he buries his face in the warm divot above your shoulder, peppering tiny kisses there, showering you in devotion. His pulse jumps at the sound of your honeyed giggles in his ear, a twinge in his chest.

His arm moves up the length of your spine, the hand once on your waist meets the back of your neck as your boyfriend pulls his head up to look at you again. His look of love never ceases, even when his gaze moves to your lips.

A fulfilled sigh falls from his mouth as he leans into you. Parting lips crash into yours, his hand moving to cup your cheek. His electric touch ignites a rousing sensation throughout your body. Noses pushed together, thumbs brushing your cheeks, lips moving together in gentle urgency.

To bask in this forever is all you could ask for.

[dark-twist-fairytales]

Okay.. Okay okay okay, but:

The Ninja being hated instead of praised. Listen, just- Just listen, okay? Going based off of the song "Enemy" by Imagine Dragons, just- It's- Okay, I'm not good at explaining things, BUT, I am good at writing.

If you have questions PLEASE don't be afraid to ask!

It's not long, and it's not very detailed, but by whatever holy being there is, I am thinking about it so much

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The news twisted everything. With the coming of the ninja, everyone seemed to hate them, focusing on the smaller things like destroyed buildings and crashed parties, rather than looking to how they saved the city from a humongous snake, or the overlord! The negatives, never the positives.

And that was the messed up part about it.

Constantly, the group received praise outside of the gis. They weren't ninja full time, only when the time called. When did the time not call for it? Everyone in the group had somewhere to fall to. Jay with his parents and inventing in the junkyard. Cole with his dad and pushing through training. Kai at a noodle place in town. Nya at a nearby tea shop. Lloyd fell as a groundskeeper for the monastery. Zane worked in a graveyard to keep in town.

Each praise felt dull and backhanded to them for how good of a job they did. Each news article felt like a stab in the heart.

'The Ninja: Heroes or Villains?'

'Buildings Collapsing, is it The NInja's Fault?'

''Leave, Ninja!', Ninjago Protest in Central Park'

Yet they pushed through, everyday. Saving those of Ninjago despite how vicious and loudly their cries rang. They had each other to build up.....

But when one pillar falls, the rest is bound to crumble.

[justavoiceinthevoid]

So I'm still in the process of editing but I thought I would post a little sneak peak of my fic - full work should be up on ao3 sometime next week, fingers crossed!

Some hefty spoilers in here, fair warning :)

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The memories return in fragments.

At first they’re just flashes, strange and disjointed. Bolts of lightning he can’t quite catch in focus. He glances up at some fancy office block across town, and right before he blinks the sign reads 'Harker & Co.'. The bustling noise of The Silk swells to gunfire, just for a moment. He passes a woman on the street selling sweets and feels the phantom weight of change in his hand.

Karl does his best to ignore them. He’s just got too much on his mind – an entire fucking war, for starters, and the constant nuisance of Farrell’s lot breathing down his neck. Add in the fact that he hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep since 1939, and it’s a wonder this shit didn’t start earlier. They’re distractions, is all. Nothing a pint or four can’t fix.

But they get worse.

He’s in Calloway’s office going over some last-minute report when the man drops dead in front of him. The room goes dark as he sinks to his knees, gunshot ringing in his ears. Blood seeps out across the floor and it’s his fault, he’s failed, they’re going to get away with it they can’t get away with it he owes it to her –

A hand on his shoulder. “Whiteman?”

Calloway is staring at him, brow furrowed. There’s no blood. No shadows. Early afternoon sunlight filters in through the office window.

Karl sucks in a breath, runs a hand through his hair. “Sorry, sir. Lost my train of thought.”

Calloway dismisses him soon after – he can’t seem to keep track of the conversation anymore. He meets Farrell’s glare on the stairwell, and suddenly he’s staring at a photograph on a piano, half-mumbled lyrics echoing – we’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when –

He misses a step. Farrell smirks, shoulders past him without a word.

Kathleen glances up at him as he passes her desk. “You alright, Charlie? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He swallows, forces his hands to unclench. “Just fine, thanks, Kath.” He leans in with a lazy smile. “Could murder a cup of tea, though."

[bloodngutsr]

A vampire arrives in Beacon Hills, being pursued by a group of hunters who claim he's killed a family of their own. By complete coincidence, Stiles Stilinski moves to town.

my first published sterek fic in the fandom... vampire!stiles ftw

[pupplaylogan]

Breedable Bitch (Intrulogical)

"I’d like to see you write Remus and Logan together with Remus calling Logan a Breedable bitch. If you’re alright with that. - 🌧️"

Ao3

Word/s: 528

Summary: top remus + bottom logan, scratching + slight blood, hair pulling, aggressive sex

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Remus pins Logan down by the shoulders, chest pressing uncomfortably into the couch. His ass is in the air and Remus is slamming into him— skin slapping with every thrust.

Logan's hands grip the couch cushion the best he can. Pressing his face down and panting hard, his chest heaves. His face is wet from sweat and his hair is plastered onto his skin.

Remus moves his hands away from Logan's shoulders and then he digs his nails into his upper back, slowly, tediously, dragging them down. Hard. Little beads of blood prickle up from the little lines.

Logan moans, muffled.

Remus grips his hips, continuing to fuck him as Logan's cock leaks and sways inbetween his legs. He bet he's bruising (and that thought has his cock twitching).

He's teetering on the edge.

Remus leans down over Logan, blowing hot breath against his ear. His mustache tickles his skin. He licks his ear before growling, "Aren't you my breedable, little bitch?"

Logan gasps.

He grips the cushion tighter in his fingers, eyes rolling into the back of his head. His mouth falls open in a silent moan, before they clank together, clenching. He groans. "Remus, oh fuck—."

He comes, legs shaking.

Remus laughs mockingly above him and his head spins.

"What? You like that? Do you like being my breedable bitch?" Remus asks, tone snide.

Logan doesn't respond. He's panting hard and drooling onto the couch. It pools beneath his mouth. His cock hits his stomach the harder Remus thrusts and he whines, overwhelmingly sensitive.

Fingers wind in his hair, pulling his head up with a sharp tug. Logan moans, wincing, both from the tug and awkward position. His mouth hangs open as drool runs down his chin.

"Answer me, bitch," Remus grunts. Logan moans again and nods the best he can.

"Yes, yes, yes," Logan chants.

"Yes, what?"

"I love being your bitch! Your breedable bitch!" Logan answers, squeezing his eyes shut.

Remus groans, dropping Logan's head and shoving his own into Logan's shoulder. A few more thrusts and he's coming in Logan. He shudders above him. Logan's cock weakly twitches and squirts out more cum.

(Remus spreads ointment across Logan's back, over the scratches— his scratches. His heart flutters in his chest, staring at the marks he put on Logan. He doesn't think he could stop the dopey smile on his face even if he tried.

Logan winces at the sting, but does his best to sit as still as possible.

Remus moves his fingers away, closing the jar, and wiping his hands on one of the random pillows. Logan turns around to face him, cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

Much softer tham what they just finished doing.

Remus smiles at him, vibrating.

"Are you alright, love?" Logan asks, quietly.

Remus nods, running his hands up and down the sides of Logan's body. He starts rushing through questions. "Are you okay? Did I do too much? Did you like that? Was I too hard? Did I hurt you in a way you didn't like—"

Logan cuts him off with a shoosh and a finger to his lips.

"That was amazing, Remus.")

[avawritesthings]

sleepy | jh86

✦ word count - 709

✦ summary - in which jack is a horndog, even when asleep.

✦ warnings - smut

✦ ava’s notes - first time posting my writing! i’m super nervous but super excited! i have other fics in the works but i’ve decided to post this first :) … i hope you guys enjoy!

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MOST PEOPLE DREAM when sleeping.

Some even have nightmares. 

Jack? No…no…he fucks in his sleep. 

Ever since you moved in together into a new apartment, and shared the same bed every night, like clockwork, Jack would start to stir and press his semi-hard length into your sleeping body. 

You, of course, wake up because you’re used to it by now. And usually you wouldn’t mind, but he had invited you to join him and his family to spend the summer at the lake house. 

Who were you to say no?

You and his brothers were simply separated by thin walls that didn’t keep in any sounds. One day, you had heard Quinn and Luke arguing in Quinn’s bedroom, and you could make out every word that was said. 

But Jack? He wasn’t affected by the change in circumstances. No, he, yet again, subconsciously pulled you into his warm embrace and rutted his dick into your ass. 

His hot breath was heavy on the back of your neck as he held you from behind. Hands started to wander underneath your shirt - his shirt - until he felt the swell of your breasts. 

You could feel his cock slightly twitch from under his shorts. His hand eventually made its way lower…and lower until he reached the hem of your panties. 

Ditching your underwear, at least for sleeping, sounded like a great idea from now on. From how often he does this, they’re just an obstacle. 

You bit down on your lip and he shoved your panties to the side and started to rub on your clit. Without warning, Jack slipped a finger into your wet cunt and you lightly gasped. He smirked, and you could somehow feel it. 

You weren’t even sure if he was still asleep or awake at this point. His finger curled and he added another finger. It felt too good to stop, but you knew that if he continued, you’d end up caught and the relentless teasing would ensue. 

As one hand fondled your breasts, the other one was occupied with your pussy. 

“Shhhh,” he whispered. He had to have been awake by now. You tried to wiggle away, but with how strong he was, you only managed to somehow get his fingers even deeper. 

Jack rutted his hips against your ass yet again, and you could feel him thrusting into you. “Fuck,” he lowly whispered. 

“Jack,” you whispered out, but he ignored you. Repeating his name again, which seemed to turn him on even more, had him trying to get his boxers off. Once they were on the floor, Jack gently pulled his fingers out of you, and used your arousal as lube. 

You gasped when you felt the head of his cock line up with your entrance. As he stretched you out, you whimpered and covered your slack mouth with your hand. He just felt so good. 

“Shh baby, this house has thin walls. You gotta be quiet,” he purred out. His lips were sloppily kissing your neck and cheek while lazily thrusting into you. 

He kept hitting the right spot every time. You knew he was awake. 

“You need to keep quiet,” he moaned. His fingers left your breasts and dropped down to circle your tight bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, Jack. Feels so good,” you mewled out, blubbering about how he felt so good and don’t stop. 

He could feel your climax approaching rapidly, and his thrusts suddenly started to get more of a reaction out of you. 

You bowed your head down and started to let out a moan, but Jack covered your mouth with his extra hand and muffled your noises. 

“You wanna come?” Nod. “Come with me, baby. Come on my cock like the good girl you are.” And with that, you clenched around his cock. He followed shortly after, emptying himself before slowly pulling out. 

You turned to face him, and his eyes were droopy with a lazy, fucked out smile on his lips. Pecking his lips, you embraced him and he wrapped his arms around your back, nestling his head into your neck. 

Your eyes caught the time. 2:48. Rolling your eyes, you smiled softly and went back to sleep. 

(No one caught you two, you naughty little horndogs.)

[groceryreceiptss]

hii! could you do peeta melark x reader? just some domestic sunday morning cuddling :) thanks so much!

'cause it's gravity, keeping you with me

peeta mellark x reader | word count : 0.9k | requested

a/n : hii!! to be honest, i wasn't really sure on how to write this so i'm really sorry if this wasn't what you had in mind, but i tried my best, and i hope you'll enjoy reading it either way! :) thank you for the request < 33 (also yes, i know the picture i chose doesn’t quite match the theme of this fic but look at him!! and look at that golden light on his face!!!)

contains : baddd writing. fluff -> soft intimacy!! but a bit of angst too if you squint. you know, longings and a sense of vulnerability. feelings of hopelessness and despair in the past. let me know if there's more!

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the soft morning sun drifted its way to your face, resting its warm light against your closed eyes. you were just about to give yourself an excuse to sleep in a bit later before you subconsciously remembered that, today is a sunday. no business in waking up early then, you thought, as you pulled the blanket closer.

you shifted a bit and shuffled in closer to peeta’s body next to you. His breathing met at the same pace as yours and his heartbeat the same thrum as the one you had going.

peeta mellark. you knew it was silly to dwell on what could have and would have, but every day, each morning, as you woke up to his comforting presence next to you, you couldn’t help but wonder, what would your life have become, if he hadn’t been there to keep it going?

the war had destroyed everything, leaving trails of loss in its path, wider than the land itself. you didn’t know what you would have done, if you hadn’t seen him again. if he hadn’t come back to your life and reminded you that there were still reasons to live and try to heal for.

and every day you woke up feeling more grateful than the day before.

you didn’t know if an hour had passed, or had it been merely minutes later, when you felt peeta’s arms on your waist, pulling you back onto his chest, engulfing you in more of his warmth, his comfort. his head nested on the crook of your neck, his messy golden blonde hair on your cheek.

in response and out of habit, you brought your hands to his curls, smoothing them softly.

“y/n, sweetheart?” he muttered, and you could feel his lips on your shoulder, sending vibrations onto your skin and bone. it was crazy how he could still make your heart skipped a beat like it was the first time.

“hm?” you responded, still not ready to part with sleep too much to say anything else.

his lips lost touch with your skin and moved on to your ear, whispering, “turn around, look at me please.” 

and so you slowly did. with your eyes still refusing to open, you felt his fingers playing with your hair, pulling them off your forehead. 

“morning, sleepyhead.” he chuckled, and you could tell that he was playfully rolling his eyes. he kissed your temple slowly, and you let your eyes flutter open. 

rubbing your eyes in an effort to erase the sleep out of them, you mumbled, “how are you already awake? it’s sunday.”

“old habits die hard,” he’d answered before you felt his hands on your wrists, stroking them softly with his thumbs. 

you placed your arms around his chest, and as if on cue, he pulled you closer to him, earning him a soft sigh. “do you think it’s physically possible for us to get any closer?” he wondered aloud with a way too cute smile on his face.

still not entirely conscious, you muttered without thinking, “maybe once our bodies have withered into skeletons." oh, you caught yourself. “oh wait, that's dark.” 

he let out a light laugh at your scrunched up eyebrows. “i love you.” 

you looked up at him, into his deep beautiful blue eyes. his eyelashes are so long. “i love you too, peet.” 

and you did, you really did. you told him that everyday, but you never did think it was enough. it was so dramatic to actually utter it, but you truly didn’t think there was enough variety in the english dictionary to fully capture this. this thing that passed between you and him.

as if hearing your quiet thoughts, maybe your eyes had displayed a moment of fragility in them, he responded saying, “i know, love, i know.” 

the grip on your waist held on tighter, like it was scared if it faltered, then it would lose. you mirrored his gesture and snuggled your head further into his chest, the top of your head touching his chin. 

“you want to get some breakfast?” he mumbled into your tousled hair. 

you thought about it for a second, but then shook your head. you looked up at him, a wide smile etched onto your face. “no, i’m good here.” 

you didn’t want to leave this yet, this sacred place. one where you could feel his signs of life all around you, one where you could shut the entire world all around you and its bleak reality and made it only consist of you and him. peeta mellark. 

was it possible to fall further in love with the same person every time you heard his name in your head? was it possible to have the same name echoed through your head over and over like a promise?

you saw his lips formed into a bigger smile, his fingers played with the strands of your hair. 

maybe you knew, maybe you didn’t, but all he could think about  at this very moment was how he had gotten so lucky. to have you here beside him, letting him love you and and letting him show it to you. he looked at your face, with that big smile on it, eyes still bleary from sleep. you were so beautiful, my god. 

he nodded, agreed. he didn’t want to leave too. if he could stay here forever, he would. it would be like having lived a lifetime itself, he thought. “yeah, me too." he said softly as he planted a kiss on your forehead. 

[hypnotizedpuppyabby]

After the Battle

Content warning that this story goes a little dark, and does involve death

When you're inside a mech, military rank doesn't matter anymore. Every pilot knows this. Between the hormone cocktails given to every pilot and the chemically fueled rushes of battle produced by the neural sync, the only thing that matters is the will of the machine, dominants and the submissives.

The call came in from command, "All targets cleared, recon squad disengage and return to base". You and your partner stoped your forward march and took a moment to assess the surroundings.

Your handler acknowledges the command as well, calling in "Good work recon-1, begin post op procedure and return to your bay at base." A grin breaks out across your face, this is always your favorite part.

Command always turns a blind eye to this ritual the pilots have adopted. The neural link relies heavily on conditioning pleasure with violence and pilots, especially on low combat missions, often need to unwind and release the pent up frustration they may have accumulate. They often take it out on each other, causing more damage than their deployment ever would have in the process. Post battle spars were common on the front, with each pilot fighting until they get off

You look over at your partner with a devilish look. A total newbie, one of their first few rides in the chair. An excellent target to get what you need out of. You make your approach, hearing the confusion in their voice, as you pick up the scythe dropped from the last deployment.

Without warning you strike, pinning the mech and its pilot to the wall. You hear a meek whimper, cementing their position as your prey. You feel a heat growing in your cockpit, machine reciprocating your excitement and egging you on. The newbie obviously unaware of the ritual, caught by surprise and unable to defend themself.

You start to tear at their armor panels, slowly and surely, leaving the helpless rookie exposed. The coursing hydraulic lines, wiring, and inner frame all exposed for you to toy with. Desperate pleas come over the comm line but you don't intent to stop. not while you haven't gotten your fill.

You start to turn your attention to the various subsystems, prying off guns and fingers from the hands. each tear sending pleasure coursing through your crotch. Hydraulic fluid spraying wildly over your mech, sparks flying through the air.

With a swift slice you pry off the arms, leaving he poor thing defenseless as your work on the legs. removing the dense mobility systems, the auxiliary batteries, as you finally do the same to the legs. immobilizing your prey as you inch ever closer.

With a core and a cockpit left, the primal urge takes over, needing to get your final release before returning from base. The desperate pleas of your partner end as your handler closes the comm channel, as you push the blade right through the cockpit and you explode in pleasure. You feel the machine praise you through the neural link, encouraging and reinforcing your behavior.

You pick up the core from the now destroyed unit and begin to make your way back to the bay, as you hear your handler say "Good work puppy. Ill be sure to reward you myself after your debrief"

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This was inspired by a lil scene i did with @foxgirlwitch on discord today!

[dark-side-blog3]

I feel like if you want to escape the house of lamentation, you have to be REAL careful what method you use.

If you make Leviathan or Asmodeus bored of you— not hate! Just bored, and make them realize they would get more of a reaction from someone else, spending time to show them some prime examples of partners while also showing that when you do try you just can’t compete, and they’re ultimately putting too much effort into a relationship that even if you agree to, you just aren’t going to give them enough… If you bore them, you’ll walk away scot free.

However, boring them won’t work with everyone. Some of them you have to make hate you. Lucifer for example would be able to find contentment in a less than glamorous life with you. So, you need to do your best to just be horrible for his image. Every intimate act is public and you gush over him, lowering your self worth and by extension: his. He can’t be associated with someone who embarrasses him so often when he tries to be nice, in his roundabout way. And you shouldn’t be telling everyone his business!

Mammon is a bit trickier, because he’s got such a tolerance for being bullied, and for cringe, so you can’t embarrass him. But you can nag him on his faults constantly, throw away parts of his hoard with the reasoning that it’s “unsanitary” and trying to “tidy up” his room. Always rat him out to debt collectors, demand he throw away the biohazard’s in his room, discreetly deep clean his car and throw out any trash you find. Don’t be cruel to him, it’ll only make him cling harder despite being unhappy. But make it known that if you are in his space, his things aren’t safe. And he’ll slowly pull away, years at a time. Try to remain friends, knowing full well you won’t be. He’ll find it too weird, given his previous obsession and possessive tendencies to you.

And again: you have to be really, really careful what method you choose. Because if you over or under do it, any of them may just become worse.

For example, it’s best to make Beel feel like you can protect yourself for the most part, and he only needs to step in occasionally. Don’t feed into his delusions, but don’t deny them outright. Let him feel like the best way to help you is to be distant. Because if Beelzebub feels disillusioned with you, you’re not going to have a more obsessed demon.

Beel, if throughly annoyed and no longer enamoured with you, will stop seeing you as this whimsical and cunning human, and will begin to just see you as human. You’re about as special as any other human, about as in need of protection. But that doesn’t change your species. Did those other humans have interests, hobbies, ideology, friends, family, a vision for their life? Maybe. But that never stopped him before.

You were kept alive, like one might keep a pet pig or chicken. And though you can put a ribbon on it, it is what it is in the end. And since you’ve outlived your purpose as anything else: Beelzebub is going to eat you.

[somanywips]

Helloo @twic0rd!! I'm your secret santa!! Here's your gift for @dreblrsecretsanta !!

On cave sounds and axolotls

1.9k words || Rated Gen || Technoblade & Dream in a positive way

Summary:

Technoblade wasn't quite sure when he started to trust Dream. He was also not sure when said trust started to mean dig really deep, but alas there he was {...}

[dark-twist-fairytales]

YA'LL READY?

I spent 4 hours, albeit maybe like 30-45 minutes to eat and talk, but here is 3.3k words of Dragon Kai!

Tw: Kidnapping. Off screen injury to ninja. Derogatory phrases towards ninja (brief).

If Kai could recall the past few years and summerize it up, the only way he could come up with is 'chao, and I'm surpised to say little bloodshed'. There wasn't much happening now, especially witth how little threats there were in Ninjago. Petty crimes was something Pixal was dealing with as Samuri X for the safety, occasionally being joined by Zane or Nya for the thrill.

Currently, Kai was allowing himself to lounge around, arm tucked under his head as he rested on the table, blankly staring to the screen of flashing colors and moving images. He wasn't registering much, aside from small noises that came from his team mates, or distant phrases. This including the approaching footsteps of bouncing steps, quick paced and practically hopping like a bunny rabbit. He cringed to himself at the feigned feeling of what he considered an ear flicking back to the sound. He moved his free hand to rub the affected spot, before giving a quiet hum.

Jay. The steps were too sporadic to be Lloyd's, but too light to be Zane or Cole. Pixal and Nya were out on patrol, so they weren't an option to begin with. With the door flinging open and the yap of enjoyment, Kai couldn't help but smile as he glanced tpwards the door behind him. Bingo, Jay stood in the doorway, a bright smile breaking over his freckled face, showing off a toothy grin. Sharpened canines, electric blue eyes, and staticy, but curly, light brown hair sat in promience to Kai. "Hey, Jay. What's up?"

"I called it! He's in here sulking!" Jay called outside of the room. This caused Kai's own smile to fall, glaring to Jay with confusion, which only amused his future brother-in-law. "I'm not sulking! I'm watching TV!"

"With the lights off. On a show you don't like. And not even paying attention to it!" Jay fired back, with Kai rolling his eyes and resting back on his arm.

"Can't I just relax a little with background noise?"

"That's called sulking!"

"I'm not sulking!"

With a sharp turn, Kai spotted Cole standing behind Jay, arms crossed over front, and an amused smile on his face. Dark skin contrasted against Jay's much lighter tone, the slight red-tone to his arms and up his shoulders was always so noticable to Kai, even more now with the man in nothing but a tank top. Deep brown eyes wiith the slightest bit of green tinting them trailed to the green mark on his left temple, showing and glowing from behind the braid that lead to a braided crown of his hair. Kai rolled hiis eyes at the amused look, flopping down dramatically onto the table to earn a laugh.

It worked beautifully, and as he planned, hearing Cole's laugh from behind Jay, and te same, quick steps over to Kai. Air wooshed around Jay from beside Kai, indicating the other was sat down. Which, he was, right in Kia's view.. Right in Kai's reach.. With a smirk, Kai wrapped his arms around Jay before the other could talk or react, earning a surpised yelp as he was toppled onto his back, with Kai's arms around him and the fire master nuzzling into his jaw. The more giggling and laughing he could pull from Jay, the more he continued with the nuzzling, pleas and begs leaving Jay for Kai to stop.

Only when Jay was near tears did Kai stop nuzzling, pulling away to look at the giggling ninja. He gave his own toothy grin, his naturally sharp teeth showing at the top, hiding their points and consciously having to make sure he didn'tt give them away. Inhuman features was common amongst the ninja, but he still grew self conscious about the sharpened points. The scars and stings inside his cheeks and across his tongue had a lot of say in it. Still confused himself of why, but chalked it up to genetics.

He lifted himself off of Jay, stretching out the stiffness of his back in the process with a small and pleased hum at the breathless nature of Jay still. He watched carefully as Cole made his way over to the nearby couch, sitting on the farthest cushion to the left, claimed as 'his spot'. Not really, but they always sat in the same spots, with minor tradde outs here and there. Kai, Lloyd, and Jay cycled between the floor, the chair, the couch, and the bean bag. Cole sat on the far left, and Zane on the far right. Nya, whenever she joined, would take the bean bag, and Pixal on the floor, or leaned against the wall, depending on how long she felt like sticking around, before predictably leaving towards the garage or her room to tinker around.

Right now, though, Kai wanted the couch. He wanted to be in the middle to keep a watchful eye. So, once Cole got himself settled into the couch, Kai's amber eyes gave a certain glint, before he all but pounced onto the couch, shuffling to rest his head on Cole's thigh. This, of course, earned a chuckle from Cole, taking this as just some odd phase of wanting to be near, before bringing his left hand down to pet at Kai's gelled hair. Never failed to shock him at how soft Kai's hair felt, despite the gell. He knew better than to comment on the nature of Kai, not wanting to get rid of the practical heating pad during the turn of autumn, so he kept quiet and watched Jay move around with a content smile.

Kai's and Cole's eyes were both trained on Jay, watching as he plugged up the console and plopped in a game cartridge into the slot, before powering the console on. He grabbed four controllers from the shelf nearby, powering them on one by one and setting them on the ground nearby. The only thing that broke Cole's focus from the game powering on was a whiff of sweets, a mixture of different kinds that made his mouth water and eyes widen. Especially when seeing Zane walk in with a two plates of cookies, one being chocolate chips and the other red velvet, and Lloyd behind him with a plate of brownies, some brownie on his right by his lip, and his bag of sweets that he's continuously collected over the past few days.

The plates got set carefully on the table by the nindroid, said ninja giving a polite tap to Kai's knee to urge him to move, which Kai did without complaint and sat up, and Lloyd sat down on the bean bag chair near Cole. Jay soon handed controllers off, one being held for himself and Lloyd all but snatching the second one from Jay's hand. Cole grabbed one while leaning over to grab a brownie, shoving one in his mouth and grabbing a second without a second thought, and it was a toss up for the forth. Zane or Kai coul get it, and while Zane offered to wait, Kai said he wasn't wanting to game at the moment, but was more than willing to watch.

The slightest smile that graced Zane's lips as he grabbed and thanked Jay for the controller made Kai's entire being warm up just a little bit more. The right choice was made. Jay remained on the floor, on the other side of the table, but he was laid down on his side, in what was deemed as 'the Jay pose'. Rustling of wrappers from Lloyd's bag made Kai chuckle under his breath, grabbing the entire plate of red velvet cookies and beginning to eat on them, relaxing as the white chocolate and velvet mixed together to create a wonderful effect. He slouched back on the couch, barely focusing on the screen as he watched Jay tap around for the cookie plate from time to time, Lloyd with a lollipop stick hanging out of his mouth, Cole slowly scarfing down the plate of brownies and cookies, reserving just a few of the brownies for Jay and Lloyd, and Zane smiling at the screen when he thought no one was looking.

This was a day off, and Kai loved it...

The twitch happened again, snapping backwards and almost staying there, which got Kai's attention. He glanced over to the screen, as well as making sure each of the others were there, aside from Nya and Pixal. The giggling, laughing, and playful yelling. No one was worried, no one heard anything. Yet, there was a feeling of evergrowing protectiveness bubbling in his chest and throat, mouth almost becoming dry. His senses were beginning to scream at him, as the fre master set down the half empty plate of cookies, moving swiftly to stand up and leave the room. He earned a confused glance from Zane, but Kai only dismissively shook his head to the other, as if not to worry. Of course, this made Zane worry, but he focused back to the screen of gameplay instead for the time being.

Once outside of the room, shutting the door carefully, Kai tilted his head a bit in confusion as how eerily quiet it sounded, aside from the yelling of Jay's rage, Lloyd's retaliation, and Cole's hearty laughter from the closed door. Shouldn't Nya and Pixal been back by now? A shudder ran down his spine as he moved cautiously around their living space, checking in every location and straining his ears to listen for any sort of noise to get the location of the two females, his sister and Zane's lover. Part of his family. Missing? No, no.. No?

Moving into the garage, he found no signs of them entering again, which made Kai progressively more concerned. He moved swiftly over to the table, typing on the computer that laid there fo location of the Samuri X gear. Car, garage. Mech suit, repairs. Suit, missing. Bike, missing... Wait a minute..

Looking at the log again, seeing that the locators were not only removed, but completely busted and only showing last known location, which was seen around thirty minutes ago. He felt his heart sink with worry at that, frowning at the results and glancing to the door. They had just gotten relaxed, but.. One more glance to the monitor, the protective urge once again filled him, almost feeling sufficated by the feeling, and that was all the motivation he needed to rush off back to the game room.

"Guys! The girls are-" Kai paused as he flung the door open, eyes wide as he stared at the now empty room. His body tensed up as he could see clear signs of struggle, his nerves and mind screaming and burning him from the inside out. Where? Where are they?! Sick joke, call a sick joke, now! He moved into the room a bit more, seeing how much struggle there actually was, and-

His vision went black.

How much time had passed? He didn't know. He didn't care to know. He wanted to know where his family was. Where are they?

A deep groan left Kai as his eyes opened up, aching beginning to spead all over his body. He became acutly aware of the cold chains that had a hold on his wrists, using his tired limbs to sit up from the equally, if not colder, ground. He blinked away the water that had began building in his eyes, looking around to see the others in a similar state as he was.. Only, the bruise around Jay's eyes caused Kai to whimper a little to himself, the out of breath nature of Nya made him worry more. Seeing Zane and Pixal tied together in a forcedown state, only allowed to see made Kai tug at his chains, Cole's continuous but forced back whines and whimpers from breathing.. Lloyd shoved in a cage with a angry but sorrowful look..

The string was being pulled tighter within Kai's chest, tugging at the chains with a purpose to try and get free. The more noise he made, the more attention he dragged to himself. The more attention he gained, the more time the others had. With that, he continued, twisting his chest forward and pulling his arms in front of him to try and bust free. Going as far as to turn around and tug with all of his weight. Nothing. THe chains were stuck.

The twitched happened again, causing that string to get a little tighter, small strands breaking within the string as he heard voices. Still, he kept it up, every single sense beginning to burn. Get them free, get hem to safety. None of them deserve this! The burning only got hotter as he heard Nya all but pleading in a whisper for him to stop. "It's hopeless. We're stuck, for good this time." More little strands broke at how heart broken Nya's voice sounded. He looked to her, a fire burning even more within him. No, no! He wasn't giving up! They weren't safe- They weren't safe!

"Well, well. It's about time." Kai could feel his ears burning. The twitch directed right to the voice, not caring who or what. Everything within him continued to burn, the protectiveness beginning to suffocate him again as he yanked at the chains harder, ignoring the pain that spiked through his wrist. They weren't safe yet. His hoard was under attack.

"Which one should we start with? One of those pesky robots over there? Or the sorry excuse of a master?" The malicous tones.. Those words.. The chains began to rattle, seething at how they dared talked about his family. His hoard. They were his! They were his!

"Ohh, how about the Mrs. Rain-Threat over there?"

That. Was. IT! THAT WAS IT!!

The string snapped, a yell leaving him at first, but the yell was quick to shift to an angry roar. As quick as the chains tightened, they snapped pathetically from the rapid growing size of Kai. His! They were his! Standing between the cage that captured Lloyd and the foes, he stood tall, and angry, above their captors.

Deep, orange eyes peirced through the foes, teeth bared to show just how sharp they were in dragon form. Smoke left through the gaps of his teeth threateningly, deep growls leaving his throat. Black, glittering scales trailed down his neck and belly, filling it out with the occasional gold and red around. On his back, down his head and spine, various shades of red filled out, with those same gold scales decorating around. The inside of his wings seemed to mix the black, gold, and red, making it looks as though lava rivers were running down mountains.

It would look beautiful, if it weren't for the fact that this said dragon was pissed. A threatening growl left the ground rumbling just slightly, leaning his large head down to the quaking threats, before blowing smoke in their faces with his nostrils. This caused the two to cough, before their eyes widened and they ran for the hills. The metal clang of keys made Kai perk up just a bit, looking to the ground and carefully grabbing the key ring.

Jay knew how to power Pixal and Zane back on, so he dropped the keys in Jay's reach, nudging it closer when he saw the other not paying attention to him dropping them in the first place. He was staring, wide eyes and shocked, mouth agape, and not even breathing. Why was he..? Kai took a moment to back up, sitting back on his haunches as he looked to his hands, his wrist beginning to burn with pain the transfomation, the pressure he had on it, and the fact that he knew it would take longer to heal from turning back and forth.. Turning back and..?

His eyes widened in realization, it hitting him why Jay was staring in shock. Kai wasn't in Kai form. The string had been pulled so tight it snapped and crumbled at the degrading phrases of their captors towards his family. Not only that, Kai was massive compared to their dragons before, rivaling Firstborne, despite his age. Upon this realization, he dropped back down to all fours, the silence becoming an annoyance, as he curled on himself as tightly as he could. His wings rested on his back, tucked tightly, as he looked to Lloyd. The same shocked reaction, causing him to look away, becoming more ashamed of this form by the second.

The rustling of chains boke the silence, finally, and Jay made his way to Cole, undoing the other's cuffs, before moving to Zane and Pixal and doing the same. He handed the keys to the newly freed earth ninja, working swiftly and easily on releasing the code's force hold. Cole worked just as quickly to release Nya and Lloyd from their physical holds, the large dragon watching this happen with a careful eye. Safe... Safe.. They're safe again..

No... No, they're not safe.. Not from this.. Kai could easily crush one of them underneath his paw by accident..

"Dude.." Cole finally spoke up, breaking Kai from his thoughts and turning to see Cole.. Admiring his scaling? He seemed in awe rather than shocked like before, and carefully, he reached his head up to graze Kai's body with the scales, taking in the texture. Rough bumps made the edges a bit spiked, while the remainder of the scale itself was smooth. Taking another look around, he saw Lloyd near his wings on the other side.

Cautiously, Kai opened up one of the wings, allowing the scales to glitter. This caused Lloyd to gasp, the same one he did when he saw a new print of a Starfire comic book for sale, in admiration and excitement. He glanced over when he heard bouncing and hops, before quickly catching up on hearing Jay beginning to ramble about how cool this was, Nya right beside him to try and shush him. No avail, Jay was too excited.

"Well.. This does explain a lot of your more odd natures." Zane said, the group chuckling as this got an offended 'what's that supposed to mean?' look from Kai himself. "I mean that in a nice way. Your cocky and proud nature, stubbornness, and I'm guessing you becoming so protective of all of us.."

"We have become part of Kai's hoard, like how Lloyd hoards his candy away." Pixal picked up, with Zane nodding in agreement. Jay's eyes practically grew stars in them, looking at Kai swiftly. "You DO care for us!" Still, Nya tried to calm her over excited yin. Kai smiled, before slowly and carefully standing up, being careful of his right forepaw from the stinging and heated feeling it gave. He tucked his wing back on himself, moving over to a nearby wall and nudging his way easily through it, grabbing Pixal's bike up ad settling it down. No damage other than the locator, two seater.

"If Kai's comfortable with it, two can ride on the Samurai X bike, and the rest on his back. We can make it home safely and together that way." Pixal suggested, Kai noticably perking up at the word 'safe'. Safe.. They'd all be safe!

"I CALL KAI!" Jay yelled out, causing Nya to roll her eyes, glancing over to Pixal and shaking her head softly. Despite how logical and calm Zane tried to be, Jay's excitment was becoming infectious, along with the new knowledge of Kai being a dragon and wanting to ramble about how similar it was- He burst into a sprint as soon as he saw Kaai lower himself down and spreaed his wing out for the other's to climb on. Lloyd and Cole, being the closest, managed to get on first, followed by Jay being next and Zane hesitating. Kai, however, didn't allow it to settle for long, swivling his head around to pick the nindroid up and settle him down in an open spot.

The crank of the bike, Kai glanced over to spot Pixal and Nya on the bike, helmets on, with Pixal as the rider. She gave a nod to Kai, who gave a nod back, and opened his wings up, catching air and making it out of the opening of the roof. A victorious roar rumbled through Kai's chest, hearing te cheers of the other four on his back. The engine and flying of the bike calmed him that Nya and Pixal were there, beginning to fly overhead and lead the way back to their home.

Safe.. His family was safe again..