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A/N: I wasn't planning to write anything those next few weeks but those damn Lucifer fanarts and fics made me thirsty for that demon 😭

Anyhow this one is for @bat-boness (definitely not cause of that cow boy Fanart)

This is just a try out since I'm still kinda new to writing smut

You did this to me @heart-of-the-morningstar @bat-boness and @nayomi247 I 100% blame you three for this.

"Lucifer, have you seen my rope-"

.....

Your words ceased abruptly as your eyes laid upon the unexpected sight before you.

Sitting on top of a barrel, his arms tied behind his back, his legs spread and hanging in air by the ropes, was non other than Lucifer.

"Lucifer..?"

The smug smirk on the blonde's face sent a tingle down your spine as he spoke softly, his words as smooth as silk and his eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Well, are you going to stand there all day or are you finally going to give me my reward~?"

......

You stood there silently for a moment, trying to process what you were seeing, before the realization sank in, you face flushed as your heart pounded hard in your chest.

You gulped.

Oh boy.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

"A-Argh..!" The man moaned out as you moved your head up and down his cock with steady rythme. The overwhelming pleasure was taking over him, causing him to close his eyes and grip the ropes that were binding his hands so tightly that his palms started to bleed from how deep his sharp nails dug into them. "That f-feels Soo goo-..fuck! Mm!!"

"f-fuuck..! eh?" He opened his eyes when he felt you taking his cock out of your mouth, his face twisted into a mix of confusion and displeasure, his breathing heavy as you glanced up at him with a sly smirk.

"W-why did you stop..?" He panted, trying to keep his breathing under control, his cheeks rosy and his lips slightly parted. His dick was still hard as fuck, the throbbing pain almost driving him crazy.

He needed you to continue, 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

You placed a light kiss on his tip before leaning up towards him.

"Shhh, unless you want someone to see you in this state, I suggest you keep your voice down." You whispered, nipping at his earlobe while your hand slowly strocked his cock.

As much as you enjoyed his pleasured whimpers and cries, you didn't wanna risk getting caught.

He panted heavily before letting out a shuddering breath. His legs trembled as he begged, the desperation in his voice was music to your ears. "N-nngh, please, m-more...I'll stay quiet... please.."

He was so close..!

You let out an amused chuckle as you grinned at the blonde, gosh he looked so adorable like this.

"𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑦."

Hearing those words drove the man over the edge, his body shook uncontrollably as he rolled his head back and screamed out your name. His hips bucked against your hand as he came undone in your grasp. cum shot all over your face and body, staining your clothes.

You silently looked at the hot liquid dribbling down your hand as he continued to gasp for breath after his orgasm subsided.

"What a mess!" you chuckled, licking the cum off your fingers.

This was 𝑓𝑢𝑛.

"Y-yeah.." he said after calming down, his voice trailing off into a soft murmur. A weak grin crept across Lucifer's face as he tilted his head to the side, gazing up at you with such loving eyes that took your breath away. "Now why don't you untie me so I can repay you properly, hmm?"

𝑂ℎ?

You smirked.

Now we're talking.

Just as you moved to untie his bindings, the door suddenly swung open with an abrupt thud.

"Hey I heard a scream here is everything ok- WHAT THE HELL?!"

You and Lucifer both froze and slowly turned to face the figure standing in the doorway.

"Dad..?"

Shit.

Lucifer, his legs still hanging by the ropes, smiled nervously at his daughter.

"O-oh! Hi Charlie!"

.....

The woman looked at the two of you silently, blinking rapidly as she tried to process the absolute horror she was seeing.

.........

...

"Charlie-"

"AHh...AHHHHhHHhHHHHHh!!"

You two winced as you watched the woman scream bloody murder as she ran out of the room with her arms flailing.

.......

"Well, that could've gone better."

"Just PLEASE untie me already.."

The mood was ruined now.

I need to do more of those man, anyhow those banners on top were made by @cafekitsune

If you guys know about that ash baby meme on TikTok then that's exactly Charlie's reaction

Charlie fucking please go tell Lucifer you need a step-mom! 😭

Charlie :...no ◍ಠ⁠ ⁠೧⁠ ⁠ಠ◍

Again, I blame those three, especially you kelley, you horny ass f-

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader

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Fox and the Hound

sandor clegane x reader

Chapter 6

Previous chapter here

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more.

Cw for this chapter- Threatening, Joffrey (we know why), mention of sex, breathing restriction, 18+ language.

Your arm is linked with sansas as you walk through the city courtyard seeing the gold, white, and red decorations. You look up seeing the banners, seeing them draped from windows and strung across the walls. Walking into the town square the space has been cleared and the severent are working to continue the decorations.

You see joffrey barking orders as merryn trant and hound stand behind him. He notices the two of you and adjusts himself before walking over.

“My lady sansa. Lady clegane.” he says

“Your grace” you both say. Your eyes glance up at Sandor before focusing on the king when he speaks.

“Wonderful don't you think..i think this is just what kingslanding need the festival!'' Joffrey says.

“It's beautiful.” Sansa acts.

“Yeah sure, it should be completed in 2 days time i hope the food will be good, come with me my lady, I want to show you where the fool will be performing.” Joffrey says, holding his arm out to sansa. Who takes it? He takes a step as the other two men begin to follow.

“Not you dog, stay, keep an eye on the bloody workers if they can ever fucking move fast enough.'' Joffrey says before walking off leaving you Sandor and the other guard who assisted you and Sansa on the walk to the courtyard. Sandor nods his head to the guard who must be new by the way he shakes when he sees his superior, and the guard scurries off to fill his place with Sansa and joffrey.

Sandor turns watching as the servants continue to work. It's quiet for a bit before he turns his head to you looking at you. You notice he's looking at you so you look back at him.

“What?” you ask, his hardened expression doesn't change.

“What?!” you exclaim as he turns his head back forwards.

“Are you hurting?” he asks reluctantly. You frown in confusion not understanding what he means until he speaks again.

“The first time is usually uncomfortable, '' he says. Your ears burn as you realize he's talking about last night in public.

“O-oh..i'm alright, s-sore. I should ask the same for you.” you say looking up at him.

“Mm. just cat scratches i've had worse.” he grumbles.

“I'm not hurt, you know. You didn't hurt me sandor, like you said.” you say taking his hand, his rough palm in your soft one. He looks down to you, feeling your hand in his.

“The marks…do those hurt?” he asks.

“Not at all if anything…I kind of like them.” you say blushing lightly. A short chuckle leaves his lips as he looks back to the servants.

“Your cape is back in the room.” you add on.

“Hmm..last night wasn't enough for you then little fox?” he asks.

“N-no! I mean yes– i-I it was enough- i enjoyed myself- i hope you did as well- i'm just suggesting- n-no i'm not. NO i mean ah…” your face burns as you fumble over your words.

“If you'd like it b-back you're going to have to get it yourself. My maids are terrified of you so they will not return it by mail.” you say pulling your hand away from him.

Amused at how easy it was to fluster you but less so that your hand is gone from his.

“Fine then..” he huffs and holds out his arm to you.

“I'll get it myself.” he says, waiting for you to take his arm.

“Good” you say and hold his arm in yours. You turn your head away, opening your mouth to speak again when you're hit from behind, causing you to almost fall forwards if sandor hadn't caught you. Three men run by you, the last one running into you. Sandor grabs the third by his neck lifting him.

“Watch where your fucking running boy! You've hit the princess. Watch it or I'll use your entrails as a damn jump rope!” he barks out, resorting back to his usual roughness. The man whimpers in fear once the hound puts him down.

“M-m-my apologies milady!” he says bowing before running off to his friends.

“You alright?” he asks you. Going back to you facing you. Your hand rests on your shoulder where he hit you.

“Yes. Thank you for catching me.” you say. He nods, bringing his hand up to your face, tucking your hair behind your hair, spotting the marks he left on your neck. He lifts your chin looking at his handy work.

“Fucking pigs running through the streets nearly ran into me!” you hear jeoffrey's whining voice. Sandor pulls his hand away from you before turning to face the sound of the king.

“You just stare at the fuckign flags waving in the air you mutt?” Joffrey asks, not really wanting an answer from sandor.

“Sure.” he says

“Mm whatever entertains your boring scared ass. Honestly I don't know how you entertain yourself around him.” joffrey says walking passed you both making sandor roll his eyes with a sneer mouthing a mockery of joffrey. Making you press your lips together suppressing a laugh.

“Come along dog, we have to look in the bakery.” Joffrey says not really having to do so; he's probably just hungry and wants food.

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You continue the rest of the day and and the next exploring the festival decorations ever going as far out as the the towns square only with two f your hand maidens. Sneaking out of the castle with out a gaurd is no easy feat and often times with in the hour a gaurd who bring you back to the castle. Every guard its been has been Sandor.

you admire the decorations the towns people have done and the hope they share for a good and well festival even spending some time with the local children in the orphanages. Playing games and reading to them. Until you are once again escorted back to the castle.

But now you are on a different mission you walk into the seamstress house.

“Excuse me?” You ask a woman

“Oh! My princess!” She says and bows down.

“Shh no no i-im not supposed to be outside of the castle walls without supervision please get up.” You say begging her. She raises.

“Can you please make something like this. Black gold and yellow?” You ask

“A black dress milady? Was th’re a death in the family?” She says her thick accent almost missing words.

“N-no i want to wear it for the festival would you be able to make it for me?” You ask handing her paper with the sketch and your size.

“ o’course i can.” She says with a smile.

“Thank you i apologize for the short notice um. Here” you say placing a little pouch of coins on the table next to the paper.

“OH why mildly id’a do it f’free” she says you shake your head.

“No no. Your dresses you make are far too beautiful to not be paid for.” You say and smile.

“I’ll do me best, I’ll ‘ave it sent into the ca’sle on the day.” She says you nod smiling at her before hurrying off having heard that the guards were looking for you.

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Walking down the hall you reach the library on your usual rounds to keep yourself entertained. When you’re stopped by two guards thier armor shiny and unbent letting your know they are new.

“Hello there little lady.” One speaks as the block your route to the library.

“Excuse me ser’s” you say and try to pass but to no avail you cant pass them, more like they wont let you.

“Whats a pretty thing like you doing out alone eh?” The other says hes got a Scottish accent.

“You’re blocking my way. Excuse me i wont ask again?” You say sternly looking up at them.

“Oh so fierce. Eh the little minx bites then does she? Id like you to use those teeth for something else then eh?” He speaks again. A disgusted look falls upon your face.

“She dosnt bite, but i do.” You hear the familiar gruff voice behind you.

The immediately straighten up.

“What are you two bastards drivleing on about.” Hound speaks again.

“N-nothing ser.” He says.

“Making s-sure the lady princess is safe on her w-way..” the other speaks.

“Fuck off or i‘ll cut off your cock and balls myself and shove them so far down your throat you’ll be coughing each others semen for a week.” He says shifting in his stance. The men bow to you before they scurries off.

You turn to him facing him looking up at him.

“You alright?” He asks. You nod in response.

“We’re you following me?” You ask a small smile on yor face.

“No.” He says immedetly before starting to walk off you smile at him skipping up to him.

“You were weren’t you?” You smile looking at him as you walk.

“No I wasn’t I was just walking the same way as you were standing.” He says

“That..that sounds like watching me.. Don’t you think its also familiar that every time i’m out of the castle walls you’re the one to come a retrieve me?” You say. He stops and turns to you.

“No, and if i was following you.” He says you smile up at him taking a step closer.

“Why?” You ask, knowing that he was, placing your hands against his armored chest. His hands remain one at his side and one as his sword.

“Because little fox…” he trails off you nod your head waiting for him to finish.

“Because this city is not safe half the time.” He says. A toothy grin forms on your face as you realize what he’s trying to say.

“You’re worried for me arn’t you?” You ask he huffs.

“You are! Sandor you’re worried. Well you needn’t worry becuase i have a strong personal gaurd that follows me wherever i go.” You say. His dementor changes his soft gaze hardening.

“You, Sandor. You follow me.” You say poking at his chest. He grunts and begins to walk away from you.

“Will I see you tonight?” You ask out to him leaning your head to the side.

“why?” He asks

“The festival?” You ask

“I have to be there.” He says

“Good.” You smile. You watch as he turns to walk off again but turns back to you taking a few steps twords you due to his long strides and leans down to you kissing your cheek before turning and finally walking away.

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You stand in front of your mirror, your maids interchanging dresses for you to look at as you wear to the festival tonight.

“What do you think of this, my lady?” one asks as she holds out a pink and white dress.

“It's too…young I would look like a strawberry and cream pastry.” you reply.

Your handmaidens giggle as one retorts to you.

“Maybe the lord clegane would find you good enough to eat.” she says as they all giggle your face flushes with heat as your mind backtracks to the night.

“This my lady?” she asks, holding up another dress.

“Too green.” you say

“My lady the dress you ordered came in?” she asks again, holding out a new dress.

You look at it for a moment recognizing the colors; it looks like sandors house banner. The black dress with yellow accents and golden corset display.

You smile about agreeing to it when the doors open and your hand maiden walks in with one of the queens holding out a dress crying in your presence.

“Her grace the queen has requested you wear this for the night my lady.” she says holding out a red gold and white they would more than likely be restricting as hell. Your smile fades when the black dress is taken away from you and the maids help you undress in the current one. Your eyes glance back at the other dress before you're completely stripped of the dress you hand on and you step into the dress cersi told you to wear.

The dress slips on perfectly, the collar coming up slightly around your neck, not leaving any room for slouching. As the maiden laces the corsets your breath becomes more and more restricted.

“F-fuck.” you curse under your breath as she fully tightens the corset. You grab onto the desk side as she tugs pulling your waist in more and more. Until the ties are tight enough.

“Are you alright my lady?” she asks, concerned.

“Y-yes i'm fine.” you say your hand resting on your stomach now sucked into the heavens. She nods. She bends down to fix the trail of the dress so you can fully see the results of the garment. A knock at the door can be heard.

“Enter.” You call out as the door opens. Sandor walks in. Causing the maid who opened the door you hurry a step backwards. You turn to see him in new armored gear. The white and gold armor shining against his dark hair and features. The intricate patterning on spikes and swirls reside on the shoulder pieces and in the middle of his chest the crown symbol. His white and gold cape flowed behind him. But what shocks you the most is his face, he shaved, but more so most likely forced too. And a boy about 16 or so follows close behind him.

A smile forms brightly on your face as your mouth drops open a bit. When you fully turn to face him. His grumpy resting bitch face still present as he sneers a look at the maid from cersi’s hands and she squeaks past him to return to the queen. His eyes hit you seeing you in the dress and his eyes immediately soften.

“Did you shave?!!.” you ask excitedly. He doesn't answer his eyes just wander your garments growing colder again

“Ive been poked and prodded and shaved down i have uncomfortable armor and they gave me a fucking squire…im not in the mood for jesting. If anything all i want is to cut the fucker who did this to me in half and feed his shit to jeoffry for ordering it.” he says slowly.

You walk to him only now noticing how heavy the dress is.

You stand in front of him looking up at his face then down to his squire.

“And you are?” you ask if the boy seems stunned to be in your chambers more than anything.

“J-joss stillwood milady.” he bows.

“Pleasure to meet you. Has my lord husband treated you well?” you ask.

“Yes milady. Of course.” he says, actually telling the truth. You look back at sandor.

“You look very handsome sandor.” you say.

“Shut the fuck up.” he grumbles his heart burting at the compliment. You give him a small smile. “Cersi has asked that i escort you into the banquet hall as a guard, as lord ...and as a husband” he says your eyes widen ever so slightly.

“Well you certainly look the part then.” you say he sighs and holds out his arm. For you you take it and exit the chambers walking to the banquet all seeing other guests walking the same way.

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Holding onto sandors arms you can hear the faint gossip from others as you walk towards the doors. You feel the looks as people stare.

“y/n.” you hear sandor speak. You look up at him seeing he’s already looking at you.

“Ignore them. That's what I do.” he says, having noticed your discomfort. You nod.

You reach the doors and are announced.

“I present princess y/n of house clegane and her lord husband, kingsguard, Sandor “the Hound” Clegane.” Everyone stops what they are doing and bows to you. As you enter. You see cersi, joffrey, tommen and sansa sitting at the head banquet table waiting for you.

You both walk down the aisle that will soon become a dance floor to the table. You lift your skirt ever so slightly to climb the few stairs to your seat. Sandor pulls out the chair for you and you take a seat. He stands behind you slightly to your side.

“Welcome my dear, i'm so glad the dress made it to you in one piece you look ravishing, Doesn't she look beautiful clegane?” cersi says turning to sandor to ask.

“Yes, your grace.” he answers coldly. She picks up her knife and cups tapping the metal utensil against it. Quieting everyone.

“It is with great pleasure that I have invited you all here tonight. We have music, fine wine, food, dancing here and in the courtyard. This festival brings us all together. Please enjoy yourselves." She says everyone cheers before the music begins. She sits back down and food is placed on the table.

Everyone begins to eat but you sit and poke at the food. Cersi takes notice of this and leans to you.

“Are you well my dear?” she ask

“Yes, your grace.” you answer.

“I hope as well, my maidens told me of you and sandors consummation, I do hope those markings amount to your body healing well.” she says.

“...y-yes your grace i haven't needed a maester.” you say she nods. And leans back to her seat you looks up at sandor you stands like a brick wall watching and scanning the room. You watch as everyone enjoys the party and dances and eats. You manage to eat a small amount before not wanting anymore, just a few raspberries and strawberries. You've sat at the table half board and half content for an hour or so before Sansa gets up and walks to you.

“y/n..dance with me?” she asks, standing next to you.

“Oh i don't think..” you say

“Come on!” she says holding out her hand you sigh and nod standing up and taking it. Sandor follows close after you both to watch as a guard. She leads you out through the open doors to the court yard where more music plays and others are eating and dancing.

A new song begins just in time as you both take your place. You admire Sansa's dress. A flowy blue dress no doubt Joffrey has chosen for the golden landed bodice shines against the outside lighting. The dance begins and you hold up your hand turning along with sansa.

“I can't breathe in this dress.” you say to her.

“Neither can i” she says, giving a small laugh.

“My hand maids tied it so tight I can feel my heart beating in my throat.” she continues. You laugh and nod. Turning to the side to switch partners as part of the dance, it's a young man around your age as he smiles at you, surely admiring you.

“You smell good my lady if I may interject.” he says.

“Thank you my lord.” you answer.

“Willow berry and prose is such a fine scent of a beautiful princess.” he says linking your arms with his as part of the dance requires.

“Y-yes.” you say.

“I'm lord of the hotel house , segal.” he says.

“A pleasure.” you say before returning to sansa.

“Who?” she asks. You shrug giving her a pained expression.

“Sandor doesn't seem to have taken a liking.” she says gesturing over to where he stands by the doors. You see him looking at you, his gaze hardened at the sight of the man who was making conversation with you. You also watch as joss nods his head enjoying the music in his place next to sandor.

“Oh no..”you say Sansa laughs as the dance shifts once more bringing you back to the lord.

“Pleasurable once more.” he says.

“The dance, yes of course.” you say. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“No my princess, you are.” he says

“I appreciate your kind word my lord for I am promised to another, sealed in fact.” you say looking over at the 6’7 monster of a guard and husband standing glaring.

“Ah..well a dance will not hurt then.” he says. Before you can answer the dance ends and you curtsy as he bows to you.

“May I have the next one?” he asks

“I really dont think-” you begin glancing at Sansa who has already been caught up by joffrey.

“Please my lady, dance. one.” he says holding out his hand you nod taking it. The music begins again to play a very upbeat song known for lots of movement and dancing which you don't know how you will complete in the dress. He pulls you into him and begins to lead the upbeat dance.

Not being able to last the entire song you break away from him gathering your dress and walking off trying to catch your breath.

“My lady?! Are you alright?” he asks, you hold out a hand to tell him to go away but too out of breath to speak, but before he can place a hand on you he is grabbed by sandor.

“Fuck off.” he speaks gruffly.

“Excuse me sir but I am a-...” he trails off seeing Sandor fully and runs off.

“Are you alright little fox?” he asks you to look at you. You place your hand on your stomach as you walk farther away from the music and dancing. You walk out onto the side view balcony hearing the faint music. Still struggling to breath your lack of air causes your vision to blur black spotting in your vision. The dress becomes heavier by the second causing you to lose your footing and hit the side barrier, you gasp about to fall off the side when you're caught by sandor he pulls you into him.

Your knees give out as he holds you. He kneels to the ground. His hand is placed on your waist feeling the hard boning of the corset and hearing your labored breathing.

“Shall i call the maester ser?!” Joss asks worriedly.

“No…For fucks sake” sandor curses before he pulls out his dagger and cuts the corset down the middle allowing for a gush of air to return to your lungs. You grab onto him as you can finally breathe again. You blink as your vision clears. The color also comes back to your face as he places his hand on your cheek. You give him a weakened smile placing your hand over his. His eyes scanned to make sure that that was all that was causing your discomfort.

“You're alright now little fox.” he says, kissing your forehead. Helping you stand before lifting you into his arms he carries you away from the party back to your chambers.

READ CHAPTER 7 HERE

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ickadori · 28 days

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Im back, but listen hdhskkssk ITS NOT FAIRRRRRRRR especially bc when i first re found ur blog, i was suuuuper into ur yuuji stuff, i personally cant do poly bc im possessive AS FUCK so even tho i know ur suku x ura poly was extremely popular i never read it, and i think i rmb one thing u wrote with him and bloody knuckles getting head but LISTEN, kuna was never on my radar like that but this!!!!! What did u do to meeeeeee. I really loved the yuuji x mean reader where she was a sadist kinda and then yuuji would like tlk down to her and i loved ur 'kuna taking over yuuji' fics but this new one......you made it too unfair like yuuji is just a boy but kuna is all MAN omgggg and i try to steer clear of romance routes in this bc sukuna is a SLUT but (head in hands) he would help yuuji choose a promise ring for reader and the night she comes over and yuuji gives it to her, sukuna is there in the kitchen or smth when she goes for water and reader is like 🙄 outta the way, but sukuna slides over a box with a ring in it- so tasteful and elegant, clearly fuckin expensive, and it makes the tacky little thing yuuji gave you look pathetic in comparison STOP MEEEEE SOMEONE TAKE MY PHONE AWAYYYY PLS AND HE WOULD LOOK SO SERIOUS WHEN HE GIVES IT TO YOU AHHH HE ACTS LIKE ITS JUST SEX BUT HE CANT STOP THINKING ABT U 24.7

OK OK IM DONE I NEED TO STOP THIS MADNESS NOW

choso bbg anon (gaslighting myself)

YEAHHHHHHHHHH SUKUNA FKRS RISE not you switching sides bc he talked a little mean 🤭 hehe poor choso 😭

[cws] infidelity. fem reader.

“Are you sure you like it?”

“I love it, Yuji!” You grin, stretching up to plant a sticky kiss on his cheek as you say it. “I do, really. It’s so cute.” And it is! You hold your hand out, admiring the ring encircling your finger, and an excited shriek leaves you as you give him another kiss, this one landing on his lips instead.

He kisses you back instantly, arms locking around your waist as he gently sways the two of you back and forth. You break the kiss to smile at him, and he mirrors it easily, a faint pink hue settling in his cheeks.

“I’m glad you like it - I’ve been looking at rings for the past month! I wanted to make sure it was perfect for you.” Your stomach fills with butterflies at the soft look in his eyes. “Perfect ring for my perfect girl.”

“You’re such a cornball.” You tease, hands moving to rest against his biceps. They flex underneath your touch before relaxing. “Did your last girlfriend like that corny act?”

“Dunno, I don’t bother remembering any other girls but you.”

“Great answer.”

“Yeah? Great enough for another kiss?”

“Hmm,” you pretend to ponder it, lips quirking up into an amused smile when his eyes zero in on your mouth. “I guess so…it wouldn’t be nice after you’ve gotten me this ring and took me to such a nice restaurant, after all.” His hands slip from your waist down to your ass, and a soft gasp leaves your mouth when he grips it and hauls you up against him.

“Mm,” he hums and then his mouth is on yours. You playfully nip at his bottom lip, getting a grin and a breathy chuckle in return, and he nips you back in retaliation. You let out a dramatic ‘ow’, making a show of frowning your eyebrows up, and he bumps his nose against yours. “Sorry, baby, lemme kiss it better.” He pecks at your bottom lip once, twice, and then he’s pulling it into his mouth.

Your lower back meets the kitchen counter, and just as Yuji is moving to heft you up onto it, the sound of the front door being pushed open breaks the two of you out of your spell.

Yuji sighs, lips parting from yours with a sad pop, and you laugh under your breath at his dejected look. Sukuna rounds the corner to the kitchen a second later, and his gaze moves to Yuji first before sliding over to you. You immediately avert your gaze and turn your head, cheek nestling against Yuji’s chest as you give him a gentle nudge, signaling that you’re ready to retreat back to his room.

But, of course, Sukuna has to open his mouth and halt that process.

“You two going somewhere?”

“To bed.” You quip.

“Oh, your favorite pastime.”

Your head whips around to face him, eyes narrowed and lips turned down, and he smirks as he heads to the fridge. “You’re a real asshole, Sukuna. You know that?”

“Hey.” Yuji intervenes, and you huff before pulling out of his embrace, arms moving to cross over your chest. Sukuna eyes flicker down, beer now in hand, and snag on the ring on your finger.

“You gave it to her.”

“Just today.” Yuji grins, moving behind you to loop his arms around your shoulders, his chin resting atop your head. “Gave it to her at dinner - and she does like it, you dick. I knew she would.” He loudly kisses your cheek, and Sukuna keeps his gaze on you as he raises the can of beer to his mouth and takes a slow sip. He starts at your feet, at the strappy sandals that you decided to wear today, and then he moves up your legs, the skin bare due to the skirt you wear. He looks over your shirt, the way it cuts down low into your cleavage, and you shift on your feet as goosebumps blossom on your skin.

He finally settles on your eyes, and you swallow hard, body pushing back into Yuji as he pushes into you, a telltale sign of his arousal hot and hard against your lower back.

“Looks good.” Sukuna rumbles, eyes still on yours, and you flush under his attention, skin turning hot. Yuji kisses behind your ear and your skin burns hotter. “Real good.” He breaks the gaze to look at his brother, who’s currently too engrossed in trailing kisses across your skin to pay attention to what’s being said, and then he’s gone down the hall and into his room.

You finish rubbing in the last bit of your facial moisturizer and blow out a breath, your hands reaching above your head as you stretch. There’s an ache in your lower back, courtesy of your boyfriend, and you go to rub the spot as you pull open the bathroom door, intending to go back to his bedroom.

“Oh!” You jump at the sight of Sukuna on the other side, and he crowds you back in, hands on your waist as he pushes the door closed with his foot. “Ryomen, what’re you doing?” You hiss.

“Saying hey.” He murmurs, and then he’s swooping down to smack his lips against yours. The kiss is rough and fast, and you fight to keep up as he licks into your mouth, one of his hands sliding underneath his brother’s shirt and cupping you between your thighs.

“You come?” He pulls back from the kiss, teeth biting into the fat of your cheek, and your hands move to grab his wrist.

“Yeah.”

“You wanna come again?”

“Ye—no. Ryo, stop, he’s still awake.” He kisses at his teeth, palm mashing up into your panty covered cunt, and you moan into his ear. “Ryomen.” He lets out a grunt, and with another hard kiss he’s moving his hand from between your legs and into his pocket.

“I got you something.”

“Well, aren’t you sweet.” You take a step back, not trusting either of you to keep your hands to yourself, and you tug on the hem of the shirt you’re wearing, eyes taking in the way the muscles in Sukuna’s arms flex in his muscle tee.

His hand comes out of his pocket with a little black box, and your eyebrows shoot up when you recognize the brand as the same one that Yuji had just purchased your promise ring from. “I don’t want that.”

“Don’t give a fuck, you’re taking it.”

“No.”

He stalks towards you, and you smack at his hands as he moves to grab you. “No, I don’t want it. Do you know how disrespectful that is?”

��More disrespectful than me cumming in your ass?”

You gape.

He snags ahold of your hand, and you blink as he slides a ring on your finger, placing it right above Yuji’s. You don’t want to look at it, but you do, and you gape again, a soft call of his name leaving your mouth as you raise your hand to get a better look at it.

“…it’s…” Beautiful. And it is, and it makes you feel incredibly guilty, because Yuji’s ring is cute and pretty and you do like it, but this… “I really hate you.”

“Yeah?” He grins. “You must like it then.”

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

“I don’t, asshole.” You go to storm past him only for him to grab your bicep and tug you back. “Ryo—”

This kiss is softer, gentler, one he’s never given you, and it leaves you breathless and warm in the face when he pushes you toward the door. “Night.” He says, and you barely react when his palm makes contact with your ass. “Don’t stay up late - you’ve got an exam in the morning.”

“Huh? Oh. Okay. Goodnight.” You stand there dumbly, still stuck on the kiss along with the ring.

“Get out.” He pushes you again. “Dumbass.”

You snap out of it, giving him a nasty look as you do. “You’re the dumbass, dumbass.”

#sukuna x reader

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saintbleeding · 1 year

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Hii~

So i saw this on a tumblr post but is very jonmartin

"Jon and Martin are planning their wedding, they want to have their cat as ring bearer (is this how it's called?) But Martin doesn't know the name of the cat because they always call it different nicknames and jon just doesn't tell him and he don't want to admit that after all that years don't know.

Because jon didn't know either! he thinks that the cat is Martin's and he also is trying to figure out the name."

Martin’s not a cat person.

Honestly, he’s just not really an animal person. Like, in general.

The same isn’t true for Jon, of course. On, like, their second date, Jon—who, up until that point, had been all leather elbow patches on his stupid tweed jackets and “hmm, perhaps” and thoughtful squinting—got approached by a cat in the street, and pretty much melted on the spot.

Martin melted, too, but for slightly different reasons.

So it wasn't really a surprise when Jon moved in and Cat started turning up. Sure, it felt a little bit out of character for Jon not to excitedly announce that, one, he'd gotten a pet cat really recently, and, two, he was bringing it into Martin's place, which is a relatively humble little cottage, but Cat seems to free-roam most of the time, so it's not like she's encroaching on much of the space. And, anyway, it's not like Martin hates cats, so he doesn't mind. He just sort of thought Jon would have said something. But he didn't.

So.

You know.

There's a cat.

She's grown on Martin over time. In fact, it's usually him that wakes up with her purring and headbutting him at fuck-off o'clock in the morning, and Jon's not a heavy sleeper, so if she'd attacked him first, Martin would know.

But she's nice. Lovely little tufts of fur between her toes, and quite a deep meow for such a pretty lady. He'll call her Lady Catherine sometimes, and Jon's got the gall to pretend he doesn't think it's hilarious. Mind you, Jon's terms of endearment for her skew a bit more—pejorative, for lack of a better term? Like, Cat will take the opportunity when Jon is hunched over a stack of student essays at the dining table, and she'll leap onto his shoulders, and do that loaf thing, and Jon always says "unhand me, you infernal creature", or the few times she has bothered Jon in the middle of the night for pre-dawn breakfast service, he's grumbled "vile beast" even as he gets up to feed her.

Martin's tried telling him he shouldn't be encouraging her. But Jon just turns around and says "yes, I know, that's why I chastise her".

Martin stays impressed that someone so smart can be so stupid. Which he means affectionately, obviously. If he didn't, they wouldn't be getting married.

Which is great, by the way. It's great.

Does present some—unique problems, though.

Martin's got absolutely no bloody clue what her actual name is.

Which, you know, it's not like he's filling out adoption papers or anything, but at some point after some late-night banter it became part of the plan that Cat should be the ring-bearer at the wedding.

And he can't not know the name of a member of the party at his own wedding.

So he starts sleuthing.

"Hey," he says one evening, when GBBO is over and they're just sitting there with the telly on mute.

Jon looks up from his thorough inspection of Cat's beans, her paw gently clasped between his thumb and forefinger, and goes "Mm?"

"Been thinking."

Jon lifts one eyebrow. "Mm?"

"We could get her a proper little collar and everything."

Jon blinks a couple of times, then smiles. "Oh, for the wedding, you mean?" Martin nods. "Oh, yes, it could match your tie."

Okay, that's adorable, but also, unfortunately, not the point.

"Ooh, yeah," he says, then: "Oh! And, like, a little engraved name-tag. Really fancy."

Jon's eyes narrow almost imperceptibly.

"Yes," he says, tone completely unreadable. "Silver or gold, do you think?"

Martin's suddenly wondering if it's a trap.

"Dunno," he says, turning his eyes back to the brightly-coloured advert on the screen. "What's her vibe, you think?"

In the corner of his eye he sees Jon's jaw working silently as he searches for something to say.

"I think your input should be taken into consideration," he says, lifting his chin as Cat stands, stretches, and headbutts him. "Since... you know."

Martin considers whether or not Jon's messing with him, because frankly, he very much does not know.

"Mmm. Well! Uh- I- I like gold. Would match our bands."

"True enough," Jon says. Cat leaps onto the back of the sofa, and they're both silent till she curls up there and falls back asleep.

Jon doesn't seem very eager to say anything else.

Bugger.

"So..." Martin says, lifting his glasses to rub his eyes. "Um... what's the spelling, again?"

Jon's blurry form sits up straighter, and when Martin puts his glasses back on he sees his mouth open in shock.

"Might I ask why you're asking me?" Jon says, which doesn't make any sense.

"W- um. Y- you know, you're the English teacher."

Jon inclines his head to the side, frowning. "Hmm," he goes. "W- I- I- yes, I—mm." He lowers himself back against the sofa again. "The usual way."

Martin sighs.

"Right," he says. "Okay."

The silence gets a bit fraught, then. When Martin stands up to take their mugs to the kitchen, he might be a tiny bit huffy. It's possible.

Jon follows him, and he stays huffy, because it's easier to keep up than neutrality when he's trying to hide that he's a bit annoyed and a bit embarrassed.

"Everything alright?" Jon says, leaning casually against the fridge as Martin puts way too much effort into scrubbing both mugs clean.

"Mm."

Several seconds pass.

"Could I say something?" Jon asks, a bit hesitantly.

If Martin had to guess, he'd put money on "you're a negligent idiot for not paying enough attention to know my cat's name and I hate you".

"Yeah."

Jon exhales audibly behind him, as though amused.

"With all due respect and affection, darling—" He pauses till Martin is finished aggressively rinsing the mugs. Martin still doesn't turn to face him, though, because he's a tiny bit scared of where this is going, honestly. "If you've forgotten how to spell your own cat's name, that's not, strictly speaking, my fault, is it?"

Martin turns around.

Several things occur to him at once.

First, Cat's a dirty freeloader who owes Martin like fourteen months of rent.

Second, it might, legitimately, have been a coincidence that she and Jon moved in around the same time.

Third, he can't remember a time he's heard Jon use any method of address on her except for creature, or beast, or the ones Martin uses himself.

Which means, fourth, Jon doesn't know her bloody name either.

Because she's not his cat.

Well.

"Okay," Martin says. "Let's assume I have forgotten. Couldn't you just—help me out—and spell it?"

"Martin," Jon says disparagingly with a frown.

"Jon," Martin says, trying really hard not to smirk.

Jon does that thing where his mouth starts in a flat line, but as his irritation grows, his nose scrunches up, and the line of his mouth slowly rises up his face until he exclaims inarticulately and throws his hands in the air in defeat.

"Fine!" he says. "Fine, okay, alright, fine. I—I don't—I don't know. I don't know! I meant to ask, but I felt negligent not having known when I moved in, and then, after a month or seven I couldn't very well come out and ask, could I? And then—good heavens, it's been more than a year, there was no subtle way to recover!"

Martin's not laughing at him.

But he is laughing.

Breathlessly, uncontrollably, doubling over—to the point where Jon actually crosses the few steps separating them in the tiny kitchen to place a hand on his shoulder, gently guiding him upright with a concerned look on his face.

"Sorry," Martin manages eventually, wiping tears from his eyes. "Christ, sorry, I'm just—"

He takes a deep, measured breath.

"I've got to tell you something," he says sheepishly. Jon puts his hands on Martin's shoulders and looks into his face with the earnest sobriety that, even now, gives Martin butterflies.

"Anything," he says, still frowning intensely.

Martin averts his eyes. "She's not my cat either."

When Jon stops laughing, he spends the rest of the evening lecturing Cat in his Not Mad Just Disappointed voice ("identity fraud is an extremely serious matter, young lady, and you are terribly lucky you have such sweet little eyes, or I might be compelled to take legal action against you, please let go of my nose").

Oh, but they do end up getting her an engraved gold name-tag for the ceremony.

It says 'Lady Catherine (Beast)'.

#YEAH ILL MAINTAG THIS IG #the magnus archives #tma #tma fic #jmart #jonmartin #my #saint writes #asks #little-lamb-lyosha #bestie u were so correct for this. thank u. <3 #(this is set in some kind of au. idk the specifics. u figure it out.)

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Numbly

“I've been informed,” Harry Potter burst through the door with his habitual earth-quake of a shout, “that you don’t even like peppers!”

“Good morning,” Draco said dryly. Harry Potter glared.

With a sigh, Draco retreated to the kitchen to fetch the biscuits from the cupboard.

Around his third one, an insistent crumb hanging to his upper lip with all its tiny might: “Peppers, Malfoy!”

“Pardon?”

“Peppers!”

Draco blinked. “If you’ll be so kind as to tell me what on earth you’re on about.”

“Pansy said you hate them!”

He looked absolutely outraged. Draco sipped his long-cold tea.

“Do I?”

“She said you’re allergic!”

“Am I?”

“Stop—fucking with me.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare.” But the corner of his lips was twitching. “I’m not allergic. I was simply a horribly dramatic child and she still naïve back when we were, what, six. Seven. I’m fine with peppers now.”

Harry Potter pouted, terribly chipmunk-ish, and even put the biscuit pack down. Down to business. “I cooked the—bloody hell, Malfoy, just, honestly. Why wouldn’t you say? That you hate peppers. I would’ve made something else. I would have happily—why?”

Utterly bemused, “I am. Honest, I mean. I don’t mind peppers anymore.”

“That’s a fucking lie and we both know it.”

Grasping at straws and failing, at least managing to stop the wobble of his stupid mouth, the automatic turning downwards. Went for his cup instead. The tea was ice-cold and flavourless and Draco poured it down his throat like it could cure him.

“Your hair’s a mess,” he then said, venomous, and turned his eyes back to the wall, where they refused to stay. It was always like this when Harry Potter barged into his flat. Even the water stains on the ceiling lost their usual allure and could not hold his attention. “If it’s raining, cast a bloody Impervious. Or take an umbrella.”

Harry Potter took a deep breath instead, sounding awfully, weirdly small. Some of the tension bled out of him in increments, his shoulders first, then the fists unclenching, then his belly un-hardening. His jaw was last. Draco was helplessly mesmerised by the transformation.

“You’re impossible,” but his voice finally not straining, his fingers not twitching towards the biscuits. No longer needing the obvious distraction. “Next time, if I make something you dislike, you have to tell me.”

“An order,” Draco huffed. “How sweet.”

Harry Potter could blush all the way to the roots of his hair. It was such a stunning, breath-stealing wonder to witness.

“It’s not a… fuck you.”

“Hmm.”

They sat there in strangely amicable silence. The oven still gave that choking, desperate cough every ten seconds, and it set a nice framework for their breathing, for the non-fidgeting. Harry Potter was always fidgety, but not when he sat in Draco’s kitchen like this.

“What’s your schedule? For today. Nev said you’re doing overtime again.” Leaning back, giving Draco that look all his friends liked to wear, the one on the border of a telling-off. It didn’t usually work on him, but Harry Potter had a slight edge to his disappointment that made Draco’s skin crawl.

“Not—exactly. Shouldn’t be so late. I’ll be home for bedtime, Mother, I promise.”

Even his mother didn’t glare like that. “Third time this week? I kind of want to strangle your boss.”

“Ha. I should inform you that violence is usually frowned upon in the workplace.”

He didn’t smile, but he came near it. Draco could tell, because the corners of his eyes were dancing. “Does it count if it's not my workplace?”

“Mm. Fair enough. Strangle away.”

Now he was smiling. “When d’you start? Want a ride?”

And Draco was so grateful he didn’t launch yet another tirade about how Draco should quit that he said, “Why not.” (Only because he was distracted and rather tired, and not because sitting behind Harry Potter on his motorbike was in itself half-punishment, and not because clinging to his waist on tight turns at far-too-quick was—anything at all). On the downside, it made Harry Potter practically beam, and Draco still needed his eyes.

“Great! I mean. That’s good. That you won’t be late. Bad for your, er, record, and stuff, and you might not get a—bonus or something.”

They didn’t do bonuses at McMillan & McMillan, but that was neither here nor there. Draco nodded, pushed himself up on not so flimsy legs, collected his coat from where it was crumpled on the back of a chair.

“What about lunch?”

“Hmm?”

“You didn’t take. Any lunch.”

Why was he so obsessed with food? It was dangerously endearing. “I have an apple in my bag. Come now, you promised I won’t be late.”

“An—” Harry Potter shook his head, loosening even more curls out of his bun. They were rain-flat and miserable and still entirely too sweet. “I’ll buy you a sandwich at that poor excuse for a cafeteria you got there. And so help me god, Malfoy, you’ll eat it, or—”

“All right,” both hands up, “no need to shout. Your wish is my command, etcetera.”

He pouted so hard it was almost comical. But there was something still wounded there, so Draco added, “As long as there’s peppers, you know,” and then he was fuming again, bouncing on the balls of his feet and ready to deliver yet-another lecture. Draco watched him, amused, and forgot to lock the door behind him, and forgot his scarf.

Did remember his umbrella, which he Leviosa-ed to follow the Death Machine, stuck it against the silly jacket's back when they reached the office. It wasn’t raining anymore, thankfully allowing Draco to arrive not wet-dog for a change, and it made absolutely no difference.

Harry Potter took off his helmet to watch Draco enter the building. Didn’t follow him inside (wise, to prevent a murder), and so Draco completely forgot about the sandwich threat until it was roughly lunchtime. At which point, a drawer in his desk suddenly jumped open, and a far-too-fancy £12 bready tower appeared. On it a note that scrawled pepper-free, git.

Harry Potter had a lot to answer for. Draco, distracted, chipped away at the sandwich all the same, and was only shouted at twice, and didn’t even spill coffee on his keyboard.

‘Not exactly overtime’ at the office meant staying after everyone else to take note of stock and arrange all the impossible paperwork. That Draco was given this task was already hilarious, and always a disaster: that his boss insisted on continuing to give it to him, possibly commendable. Maybe he thought Draco was being stubborn. Maybe he thought, nobody could really be this bad without actively trying. Well, he didn’t know Draco yet! There was always time to learn.

Stock was stocked. The backroom was stuffy and still smelling slightly of smoke (not Draco’s fault, probably), the sweet dusty smell of paperwork going to rot. It made his head spin, not unpleasantly, made him inhale a little brokenly and laugh to himself. The sandwich from all the way back lunch sat heavy in his belly, sweating. Everything was so incredibly laughable.

When he finally finished (after only forgetting three steps in the protocol), the sun had long set and the streetlights were humming. Not worrying, Draco thought, going back to the office (forgot his bag). Not worrying at all (back to the office, to check he locked the door). (Why would anyone give him the keys?) (Some disasters were just asking to happen).

On his way home he stopped by the corner shop for another pack of biscuits. Some disasters, sure, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t prepare in advance. Harry Potter would surge in soon enough with another grievance. Draco was giddy by nature, and so the shakiness was not necessarily to do with this.

To the crescent moon drowning in cloud he wondered, do I hate peppers?

Couldn’t remember to decide by the time he made it back.

#this came to me in a not-enough-sleep #and i've been making little scenes of it in my head all day long #draco insists on calling harry 'harry potter' every single time #he hits his head on the oven and harry gives him a kiss and they're both mortified? sitting under the kitchen's neon light in silence #everyone barges in his flat and they're all so dramatic and he's so dryly amused by it #also they're all so disappointed with how little care he takes of himself and he chokes on how he's barely keeping it together #no this is fun i promise. i promise #anyway what do i tag even. i forgot how to do this #drarry fic #right?#1300 words ish #rockingrobin69 #this is a part of a wip? technically? i GUESS?

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ramayah · 2 years

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"𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐬" — stranger things males x gn!reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 — fluff (jealousy, kissing) + degrading name-calling (slut + stupid slut) !

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) — none !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — steve harrington, eddie munson & billy hargrove

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — when i say " chest" in billy's part, i mean any kind of chest. even males, tysm 4 coming to my ted talk<3

STEVE HARRINGTON's jealousy meter doesn't ring quite high when his lover, you, aren't mentioned. Discounting all the times when Dustin has bailed on him during their Saturday movie nights.

Disregarding that, he didn't like the thought of you with _____. You were ... too close to the male, entirely too close. Even though he was not knowing of how you and your friends acted around each other, mainly because he kept paying too much attention to you instead of your words. However, the way _____'s glances started lingering a lot longer than normal, his small touches soon turned into waist hugs, and his compliments soon turned into flirty-ments.

" You do see what he's doing, right? All those .. disgusting glances." Steve mumbled the last part as he protectively wrapped his hands around your waist and snuggled into your neck, pressing soft kisses on your neck whilst doing so. " He isn't doing anything, Steve. And it's too early in the morning for this.." You slurred, running your hands through Steve's hair as he moved down to your chest, a soft hum leaving your lips whilst he did so. " But he's quite the toucher, actually. And his flirty comments are so ... bleugh." He mumbled against your chest before being eye-level with you once again.

" Stevie, baby, listen ... Wait— Is the Steve Harrington jealous?" You inquired, a smile on your face as his sleepy gaze met yours. " Jealous? Me? Those words have never been put together; you know." He pressed soft kisses on your face, before pressing a kiss on your lips, making your eyes flutter shut from the heart-felt impact.

" Mm.. I'd love you to be jealous more often if I'd get this many kisses from you." You smiled softly, your arms were wrapped around his neck, chest's pressed up against each other, your limbs entangled with each other's. It was the perfect way to start a Saturday morning, exactly the perfect way.

EDDIE MUNSON's love life is quite disastrous, in a sense that he isn't one to have lovers or has had many lovers in his time of being a cute, chaotic metalhead. Therefore, the only times he has been jealous is when people have touched his dark red and glittery electric guitar. However, when the Hellfire club meeting is over, and he sees you next to a random person. Their arms were hooked around your waist, their head on your shoulder and your bodies pressed together. Your hands rubbed up and down their back, he couldn't read your lips, but bloody hell did it make him mad.

" Yeah, I'll call you! Love you!'' You waved goodbye whilst walking towards your car, Eddie's gaze didn't meet yours as you climbed into the car with him. He threw his jean jacket into the backseat with anger clouding his face.

Were you cheating on him? He didn't want to go to such conclusions; however, it was the first thing that popped into his mind.

" I missed you." You cooed, pressing a kiss to his cheek before going back to start up the car. " Who was that uhm, person?" He questioned, still faced forward whilst twisting and turning the rings on his fingers as tears started to prick at his eyes as he pondered about your answer. " What do you mea- Oh, _____? They're just an old friend that came to visit Hawkins, wanted to meet up at the moment so, it happened. They got so emotional when they saw me, it was a nice reunion." You explained, taking his head in yours as you backed out of the parking lot. " Hmm," You hummed in thought as the car was at a red-light, turning your head to face Eddie's, " Were you .. jealous?" You asked out of pure curiosity, you could see the tip of his ears turn bright red at your question.

" No, I wasn't. I'm just saying what the universes feels what needs to be spoken out loud so both of us know how to deal with it. Like a couple should do, you know."

" You're pretty when you blush.." You cooed whilst pressing your lips together with his in a soft, sweet and passionate way. " I love you, so much, but we should probably go home to finish this." He mumbled as he pulled apart from yours, your lips still ghosting over each other. " Mm.. You're right, one more kiss?"

Eddie's face erupted into a smile, " Yeah, just one."

BILLY HARGROVE's love life, unlike Eddie's, is all over the place. One-night stands on his left and on his right. Of course, anyone would jump up and down to have the chance to have sex with him at least once in their life from how good they say he is. And since he's had so many partners from that simple fact, he's never been jealous seeing one of his partners with someone else. He obviously satisfied them so much to the point where they couldn't get his attention anymore.

Disregarding that fact, he had now become the type to get jealous, and so easily at that.

" Billy, ah, we're on duty-" Your hushed words soon turned into muffled moans as his hands traveled up and down your body, mainly fondling with your chest, his tongue slid over yours so effortlessly. When you two pulled apart, his mouth went to travel up and down your neck, placing hickeys here and there whilst doing so, his hands going down to untie your shorts.

" What's got you so riled up, hm?" You questioned as he sat you on a nearby counter, hands fondling your thighs as your arms were wrapped around his neck. " Who were you talking to today?" He questioned, pressing soft kisses on your shoulders, leading up to your neck, and then he pressed kisses on your jawline.

" Mm.. What do you mean?" You answered, confused to what he was asking, he smiled as your breath hitched when he left hickies on your neck. " You know what I mean, don't be so stupid." Billy hissed as he gripped your chin, eyes glaring into yours. " Or are you a stupid slut? Jus' for me?" His harsh words sent a shiver down your spine, he knew just how to toy with your feelings and make you feel like a personal toy all for him. God, it made him so sexy. " Is the Billy Hargrove jealous? All over a few friends of mine?" You questioned, a smirk evidently present on your face as he leaned in closer to you.

" Who are they?" He spat, obviously jealous but he had too much pride to admit to such a thing.

" Fuck buddy's, Billy. You're not my only one. You don't give me as much pleasure as you think. You're just a side piece, honestly." You hissed, and after saying all those things, you were rewarded with a night being taught a lesson.

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dragon-queen21 · 10 days

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Regressor Toga & Caregiver Mr. Compress

tw: nightmares, slight sh, just general hurt/comfort

I never posted this here, but I finished the final chapter of quite the ongoing fic, with Toga regressing and the league of villains watching over her. Each chapter can be read as a stand alone, the rest which can be found here on my ao3

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Mr. Compress really didn’t mean to intrude. All he wanted was some nice, cold, 3 am ice water. Truly that was all.

Hearing Toga screaming bloody murder while he was returning to his room with said drink in hand, was not in the least part of his midnight ambition.

In fear that something had gone terribly wrong he ran to the youngest member’s room, throwing the door wide open. He would have to apologize for so rudely entering her personal space at another time when he was sure that she was alright.

“Hey what happened?! What’s going on?!” He looked around the room frantically, seeing nothing out of place but the girl herself.

The teen was sitting up in her bed, hands shaking as she clutched at her shirt tightly. She wasn’t screaming anymore, nearly hyperventilating instead, staring at some unseen distance in front of her.

The sight in front of Mr. Compress nearly shattered his heart. “Toga? Hey now. It’s alright. Just a nightmare.” He spoke soothingly, stepping towards her slowly.

His voice must have reached her ears, her gaze snapping towards him. Compress could tell that she wasn’t truly seeing him, eyes unfocused, hazy with tears. “Mama?” Her voice stuttered out between ragged breaths.

His heart broke just a little more that night as he regretfully shook his head. “No dear. Your mama isn’t here right now.” He took this moment to come closer to her. “I need you to breathe for me.”

He could see sweat gathered on her face, heat making her clothes stick uncomfortable to her skin. He wanted nothing more than to clean her up, to protect her from the world and promise that she wouldn’t have these terrors every again as long as he could help it.

“Mm can’t.”

“Yes you can love.”

Toga shook her head.

“Bad. Very bad.” She raised her hand and started to smack the sides of her forehead.

Mr. Compress grabbed both of her hands and held them in his shortly after his brain had processed what she was doing. “None of that. Breathe with me. You’re safe.” He rubbed his thumbs over her knuckles softly, continuing on, “It was all a dream. No one can hurt you here. I won’t let them.”

The better part of 20 minutes was spent calming the younger girl down. Sweet nothings and reassurances mixed with breathing instructions and countdowns. He couldn’t help but let out a relieved sigh as Toga seemed to come back around to the present, no longer stuck in her own mind. Her gaze slowly focusing back in on the world around her.

“You back Toga?” He asked, giving her hand a soft, reassuring squeeze.

Toga nodded slightly, before asking a question herself. “No mama?”

“No love. She’s not here.”

Toga whined, momentarily tightening her grip on his hand.

“I’m sorry dear.”

“Not yous fault…” she mumbled, pulling one of her hands out of his grasp to chew on her sleeve. She stares at the wall, facing slightly away from Mr. Compress. He’s nearly afraid that she’s going to disassociate again.

He taps her hand twice, getting her attention with a soft hum. “Let’s wash your face hmm? Make my princess feel better?” His response was grabby hands and another small whine.

Mr. Compress picked Toga up, setting the girl on his hip. They made their way to the bathroom and he carefully sat Toga down on the counter. She started to cry once she was let go of.

“Hold on there, I’m not leaving you, just grabbing a washcloth. See?” He dampened the cloth with water and used it to gently pat her face clean, followed by her neck and hands. “There. Much better huh?”

She didn’t respond.

“Poor dear. Night terrors are simply the worst, aren’t they?” Mr. Compress asked, brushing back a strand of blonde hair from her face. She nodded miserably, tilting forward so that her head was now lying against his chest.

“I think it’s time to head back to bed now.”

She babbled aimlessly and he took that as a sign to carry the regressor back to bed.

He pulled back her covers and settled Toga very comfortably back against her pillows, taking a seat at the edge of her bed himself. Toga eyed him suspiciously, no doubt upset at the prospect of being left all by herself so soon.

“How about I recall a story just for your entertainment. I think I know a good one, about one of the shows I used to preform and-” a hand tugged on his sleeves just as he was starting to gather his story points. “Yes?” Toga just hid her face behind her blanket with a soft sound. “I can’t read minds little one.” He reminded her gently. She just whined again.

“Umm?”

“ah ba!” She babbled, which did not aid the man in the slightest.

“Right so…” Mr. Compress had absolutely no idea what she was wanting although he did have an idea, what with little information he has gathered from other members of the league.

It didn’t take him long to find animal that toga seemed to always be caring whenever she was small.

“Could this be what my princess is looking for?” Mr. Compress asked, and with a flourish of his hands opened a blue marble containing the precious stuffed bat.

Toga gave a small gasp. “ba’y ba’!” She babbled, bouncing slightly.

“There you go.” She hugged the plush tightly.

Mr. Compress produced a second marble, this time containing a dark red pacifier also acquired from the same drawer. He gave it to Toga who took the item with little complaints.

“Now might I interest you in a story?”

Toga nodded once, settling back down into her blankets to listen to the magicians tale.

It wasn’t long till she was back to sleep, not while snuggled up with her bat stuffy along with the soft background noise that promised safety. It was cozy.

“Sweet dreams.”

#mayliz rambles #mha agere #bnha agere #fandom agere #age regression #sfw agere #anime agere #agere fanfic #age regression fanfiction

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the-kr8tor · 7 months

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haii !! for your fluffy friday:

hobie brown x reader and reader got one of those american girl doll baby dolls (i forgot what theyre called) so hobie and reader can take care of it like its a real baby 🤗

Hi, angel! Thank you for your request, hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x Fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Reader is pregnant, Fluff.

It's Fluffy Friday!

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You and Hobie wave goodbye to Mayday, she pouts in her dad's arms, not ready to go home yet. Baby blues tearing up, her lip wobbles. Peter tries to console his daughter. The portal swirls in your living room, bathing it in a yellow glow. You cringe at how your stuff will fall harshly on the floors once it closes.

"You'll see them again, don't you miss mama?" He bounces her in his arms. Mayday only frowns more at her father's question, emotions running high.

"Mm-hmm, I'm sure your mommy misses you a lot, Mayday" you coo at the toddler, cradling your baby bump. You're about to burst any day now.

Hobie hands Peter Mayday's baby bag, "yeah, we'll just be here waiting for you" he ducks down to meet Mayday's teary eyes, shaking her tiny hands, trying to bring comfort. You grin at the interaction, hormones making you tear up.

"Thanks guys, I really need to get her home before she throws a tantrum. See ya!" Peter makes Mayday wave her hand by using his own. "Say bye bye, Mayday! Hit me up if you need any help, okay?" she finally wails as her dad steps inside the portal. Her cries get cut off by the portal closing.

"Oof glad I'm not Peter right now" you huff, turning around to look for Hobie, "Hobie?"

He crouches down to pick up a baby doll left on the floor. Shaking it in his grip, "D'you think she was crying because of this?"

"I don't think so, she barely played with it" you shrug, wobbling to him, taking the doll in his hands. Still accustomed to taking care of an actual baby, you cradle the toy like it's alive. "We can give it back to Pete next time they visit"

Hobie cracks an endearing smile, he's seen you hold Mayday before with the same enthusiasm but something about you carrying a smaller baby albeit a toy one unlocks something in his mind. He's absolutely excited to have the little one in your arms.

"You look really fit right now" Hobie eyes you up and down, whistling. You make pregnancy look good.

You roll your eyes, "what?" Not believing the words he uttered "my shirt is covered in baby food," you sniff at your collar. "Yep, mango baby food. And I haven't washed my hair in days"

Hobie leads you in his arms by your elbow, holding you close, the baby doll right in the middle of your cuddling, stomach making it hard to embrace him properly.

You suddenly realize what he really meant, knowing him well. Basically reading his mind when he lays his head on your shoulder, tired from chasing around Mayday all over the flat; hand rubbing soft circles over your tummy. The other kneads at the small of your back, massaging the aching muscle.

He's been so supportive the entire pregnancy, even with all your weird cravings and hormone induced mood swings, Hobie was always there to help ease the burden off of you. You've seen him get more and more excited everyday, bouncing all over the flat to get it ready for the baby.

"Yeah? I look good?" Bouncing the toy in your arms, you smirk at Hobie.

"Mm-hmm," Hobie peppers your face with sticky kisses leaving you all giggly and smiley. "So" kiss "bloody" kiss "good"

"Okay" laughing in between "calm down this is the reason why I'm pregnant" instead of pulling away, you encourage him by leaving your own kisses on his cheeks.

After a moment of you attacking his face with your lips, you finally pull away, scrunching your nose endearingly at Hobie with a lopsided grin. His hand never leaves your bump.

"Maybe we should keep this for a few days, might be good for practice" He holds the doll by its foot jokingly. You know he's prepared enough to know how to hold a baby properly.

You chuckle, "not a good start, babe" taking the doll with care, cradling its head, you indulge him.

"I haven't got that swaddling thing down"

"Come on then, let's practice" leading him to the bedroom by his hand with a tired but happy smile.

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Bloody Roar 2 V-Jump book bio: Shina

Two souls intertwining

“Hey, hey, dad. Um… y’know, I…. have something to ask you.” “What is it Jeanne?” “Well, my real dad and mom are in heaven right?” “Ah, yes that’s right. What’s the matter? Have you been feeling lonely?” “Mm mmh, I’m fine! Cause I’ve got you dad. Err… anyway, that’s not what I was talking about. What I mean to ask is… dad, I was wondering how you found me. Yeah, that’s it.” “You mean the first time you and I met each other? How terrible, have you really forgotten?” “-I didn’t forget! But… y’know, … uhhh…. yeah ok, sorry…” “No need to apologize. You were so little back then; it can’t be helped that you don’t remember. Besides, your question isn’t entirely accurate. It wasn’t that I found you, it was more like you found me.” “Eh?! That can’t be true! I mean, I was super tiny then right? I couldn’t’ve done something like that! Dad, you gotta be lying.” “I wouldn’t lie to you. Without your parents around, you were left in the care of the church. You really don’t remember do you?” “Hmm…. uhh….” “You were quite the rascal you know. You didn’t pray, you ate your food with your hands, you rode the next door neighbor’s dog like a horse and pulled on its fur. You also didn’t listen to the priest and sisters at all, and when they tried to punish you after having been so exasperated, you’d kick up a huge fuss gnashing your teeth and scratching at them….. Well, I wonder if you still have those bad behaviors even now.” “N-no way! …. So, dad, you didn’t like me then…”

“There was nothing to like or dislike. Like I said, you were the one who found me. I just happened to be visiting the church that day and you jumped onto me all of a sudden you know. I was surprised but the priest even more so. You, who never let anyone, not even the people you were around everyday, get close to you, had come face-to-face with me in a tight hug. The sisters hurriedly tried to pull you off, but you clung too tightly for us to be separated. ‘Let her do what she wants.’ I pleaded. I thought that eventually you would get tired and let go… I underestimated your stubbornness. Not only did you not let go after such a long time, but you also started to doze off into a sound sleep. The priest must have felt there was something going on between us; he said he wanted to consult with me regarding your future. And so, with you still biting and clinging to me, it was decided that we would leave the church together.” “…. Must’ve been annoying huh….” “Jeanne, you haven’t been listening. Not a day has gone by since that day where you have been a nuisance to me. About your parents, what we just talked about…. I’ve told you the whole truth. And do you know why? It’s because I don’t want to be the kind of father who lies and hides things from his daughter. What parent wouldn’t be happy to be hugged by their own child? Ever since that day, I have been the happiest father in the world.” “Really?” “What did I just say? I would never lie to my daughter.” “…..….. Well then…” “What is it?” “Well then, see ya next time. Oh, can I have a big hug? With you dad. Y’know, just like the first time we met!” “Hmm, what’s going on here I wonder… This young lady seems to have gained a considerable amount of weight recently for a 7-year-old, hasn’t she?” “Ooohhhh, you’re such a jerk dad!”

#bloody roar #BR2 V-Jump #shina #gado

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rom-e-o · 1 year

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Slow Hands (NSFW fic) (Part 2)

(Chews through the soft-sided cat carrier you tried to put me in) HI, I’M BACK! Part 2 is done.

Reminder, this is an 18+ fic! Minors, DNI. Fic is below the cut.

Leaning back, she watched as his long arms drew him sleep shirt up and over his head. Each new inch of stomach and chest revealed sent a thrill through the woman. She’d seen his bare chest and body many times, but it never stopped being exciting seeing him bare himself for her.

Ebenezer was a pristine, London gentleman and philanthropist. Every comment from his mouth was befitting of a man of his intelligence and station, his hands drawn politely close to his person unless he was shaking the hand of a thankful client in his private bank. His public image was as shiny as a newly-minted coin, only even more sought after (especially by ladies).

It filled Constance with pride that she was someone who was privileged enough to know how to peer past pristine persona to glimpse the masculine, virile man beneath the surface. Sometimes, he crawled out on his own, surprising her in bright bursts of passion. He’d come home from long days at work and take her right against his study wall, and other times he’d be a quivering mess

Regardless of the origin, the outcome was no less welcome.

Shirt off, the two united in a kiss that started chaste and quickly became lingering. Mouths open, tongues exploring and stroking, her body became more and more pliant beneath him.

Molding to the mattress, her hands struggled to undo her silk robe and lift away the nightgown that, while luxurious, was nothing more than another barrier between them in that moment.

Lips never leaving hers, his hands felt their way to the garment’s hem and tugged it upward.

“Arms up,” he whispered against her lips, and she obeyed. With movements both efficient and gentle, he pulled the gown over her head. They parted for only a moment to allow the cloth to pass over her face, and he watched in awe and her strawberry-blonde hair fells back over her shoulders in taffy-colored waves.

“Beautiful,” he husked, unable to keep the word to himself as he stroked her face, admiring it like glass. “So bloody beautiful.”

His words never ceased to make her melt, and she drew her hands to her face to smother a giggle. This sweet laughter turned to a gasp as Scrooge’s lips slowly descended upon her chest, kissing down the valley between her ample breasts.

While his lips teased her chest, his fingers traced a pattern down her fluttering stomach, stopping at the crease between her lower belly and thigh. Thumb and index fingers spreading there, massaging the bone beneath the flesh, he awaited permission to drift lower.

When it was granted in the form of a buck of her hips, a grin adorned his face, and he delighted his sliding his hand between the lips of her cunt. Beads of moisture gathered at the reddish curls between her legs, the downy curls parting easily to welcome his fingers.

“My, my,” he teased, fingers moist with slick from one brush. “So wet for me already.”

“Mm-hmm,” Constance moaned, head tipping back against the pillow.

Turning his hand at the wrist, his thumb and index finger began a soft, stroking motion over her lips, teasing the sensitive flesh. Starting gentle, his pace gradually intensified, the pads of his fingers skimming the tip of her clit with each pass. Slowly, the bundle of nerves became engorged with blood. It began to pound with want, the gentle movements luring it from beneath the soft, petal pink hood.

She mewled at the motions, hips jumping up eagerly at each pass. With each leap, her legs trembled and her stomach quivered.

“My beautiful, beautiful goddess,” he said, voice rumbling with arousal in his throat. His fingers coaxed and slipped further in, savoring the liquid warmth pool there. “Do you like that?”

“Y-Yes,” she panted. “S-So much…”

He smirked devilishly. “Is it enough?”

“No,” she gasped, filling her lungs with a shaky breath. “O-Oh my gosh…ah…ah…”

“What do you want then, love?” he asked, increasing the pace, the sound of wet skin meeting his ears. He hadn’t even removed his trousers yet, so that arousal was all hers. “What do you need?”

“More of you,” Constance replied, her shoulders squaring as she braced against the pillow. “Oh, please, please. Give me more, Ebenezer. I need you.”

He liked that answer, and rewarded her by slipping on long finger between her lips and inside her. Immediately, she arched her back sharply and began to roll her hips harder into his hand, picking up speed as she did so. He began to crook his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, knowing her body so well that he easily pinpointed the spot inside her no other man had been able to find.

He nudged her g-spot squarely, smirk widening as he noted the way her body tensed and relaxed in sync with his motions. Her delicious moans lured him down and into another breathtaking kiss.

Then without warning, he slipped in another.

“E-Ebenezer!” she cried in bliss, twisting her hips to grind harder onto his hand. “O-Oh, mm…”

“Mm, that’s it,” he said in response to her sudden gasp of pleasure. “Mm, good. So good, taking my hand so easily, love.”

“Oh, god…” she whimpered, the pulsebeat of her throat racing. She tossed her head from side to side, biting the inside of her cheek to stifle another moan. “Your hands feel so good…so, so good inside me…”

Gods, he could listen to her gasp his name like an erotic mantra for hours. Days. Years.

He pulled his fingers from between her legs with a succulent pop, thumb swirling around her clit upon exit.

Cock straining against his pajama bottoms, he sat back on his heels and began to unlace them. Constance rose to her elbows to watch, eyes glistening as she drank in each and every movement. Her pupils almost seemed to vibrate as she moved them to trace every millimeter of his body. Then, once he peeled away his pants and shucked them onto the floor, he watched with satisfaction as her gaze darkened at the sight of his cock. Already arching proudly toward his navel, a small bead of clear precum gathered at the tip, already swollen maroon with arousal.

Gripping his erection around the base, he gripped the base and gave a soft pump, eyes fluttering shut as he did so.

“Look,” he beckoned, pupils falling on her breathless form as his own body heaved with need. “Look at what you do to me. Making me so bloody hard…so fucking needy. Needy for you, your mouth, and that pretty body of yours. The taste of you…the feel of you.”

With meticulous slowness, his fist loosened enough for him to drag it up to the tip of his cock, palm the slick, then quickly drag is back down. Skin reddening and veins swelling against the taut skin, he winced against the harsh gesture before opening his molten eyes to face her again.

“Hngh, fuck…” he gasped, his breath ragged as sandpaper. “What you do to me…and I’ve barely even touched you.”

A laugh puffed from his chest.

If his old self could see him now, he imagined he’d be equal parts humiliated and absolutely flabbergasted. He was not only bedding a woman so sweet that her blood might have been made from syrup, but they were married? And she could turn him into some simpering mess with just a few touches? It was scandalous – deplorable!

He adored it.

Entranced by the sighs and sights of him, Constance’s body seemed to move of its own accord. Guided by lust, she allowed her legs to fall open at the knees, bearing her pretty pink cunt, still glistening with slick, for him.

With a shaking arm, she reached over to the opposite side of the bed to grab a small throw pillow that, thankfully, hadn’t fallen onto the floor during their ruckus.

Lifting her hips, she slid the cushion beneath her lower back to elevate her trembling body further, presenting herself to him.

At this, Ebenezer leaned forward, one hand remaining on his cock while the other skimmed her thigh. He gave himself another pump, watching as his precum dripped onto her lovely skin.

“Mm, what a lovely view.”

“Please,” she begged, voice tight and limp at the same time. It seemed to be the only word that was ever on her mind when her and Ebenezer fled to the bedroom together for quality time.

“Please, what? Use your words, darling.”

It took every ounce of self-control in his body for his voice to not waver in that moment. For him to not succumb to the building, primal urge inside him to flip her over, spread her legs, and plow into her, driving her hard into the mattress and making her scream with ecstasy as he filled her with his seed.

Swallowing, she lifted her legs and wrapped them about his svelte waist. With a brisk roll of the hips, she brought their bodies together in one fluid crash. His cock slid teasingly between the groove of her lips, and both let out guttural cries of need.

“Please,” she practically cried, “Come inside me.”

“Constance—”

“Please, I want you to fill me up so bad…” she wept, breasts bouncing with each whimper. Her thighs shook as she cradled him, the hair-dusted skin of his taut belly pressed against the throbbing bundle of nerves tucked up in the delta between her legs. “Fill me up, make me yours…”

Again, her wish was his command.

A growl tumbled from his throat as he shifted his grip from his cock and to the bedframe.

“Like this, dear?” he asked, hand clutching the headboard tightly, the flex of his arm delightfully obvious.

She nodded, biting her lip in delight, giving her mouth an added delicious flush. “Y-Yes. Just like that…”

His other hand returned to the underside of her thigh, assisting her legs in staying propped open as he eased between them. Although she had begged for him, he knew that staying inside her for the remainder of their union was not a plea to take lightly. It was not only a sign of love and commitment, but a sign of the utmost trust. Something that a woman like Constance did not offer up freely.

He locked eyes with her, slowly his breath to assume a serious, yet soft, tone.

Then, with softness akin to the first winds of spring, he asked, “May I…?”

“Yes,” she moaned, arching her back. “Please, Ebenezer. Please, please, please… want your cock inside me. I was you to come in me…”

The blood-engorged tip of his cock nudged the lips of her cunt. Instead of plunging all the way inside with unceremonious neediness, he started with lighter, half-stokes. One inch. Three inches. Five inches.

All the while, the intimacy of leaning over her so closely, hand clutching the headboard of leverage, was more intimate than he had ever thought it could be. Her spine curled artfully, arching her back just so her beautiful breasts were pressed to his chest fully. Stomach-to-stomach, hip-to-hip, face-to-face. Heart-to-heart.

Each heartbeat felt like a tectonic shift. Each shuddering breath made both their joined bodies quiver like the line of a spider web in a windstorm.

It was so intimate that he found himself borderline distracted, becoming lost in the depth of her eyes, as clear as the waters of a lake from a storybook.

Once he bottomed out inside her, a pause commenced as he allowed her to adjust to the size of him. Although they’d shared many intimate couplings, Scrooge would never risk hurting his beloved, and was always sure to take a beat before assuming any kind of pace.

All of a sudden, the silence was broken by Constance lifting her head to run her lips along his neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” she said.

At first, he thought he’d misheard her.

“P-Pardon?” he asked, blinked down at her with wide eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” she repeated, the words coming to her easily. She drifted back, moving her lips up to his cheeks, then his lined forehead. “The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Your eyes, your face…”

He chuckled bashfully, averting his gaze. “I-I don’t…”

Her manicured fingers came to rest atop his thin lips. “Your voice. Your lips. And…”

With barely any pressure, she trailed her fingers down to his chest, drummed them over his sternum, then moved them over his pectoral muscle.

“Your heart.”

Emotion welled in him, and he had to close his eyes to keep his eyes from watering. Almost unconsciously, his hips began to sway lightly, gently seeking the embrace of her body around him. Her hips fluttered at first, struggling against the cushion and weight of his body, but eventually fell into an easy rhythm.

“I love you,” she said, noting how his breath began to come in disorganized huffs. She saw the outline of his bicep become more pronounced as he held on for much-needed leverage.

The declaration, if possible, shook him further. Gods above, how was she real? “Constance…”

“I love you so, so much,” she said again, the last word coming out as a belabored moan. “My husband. My prince. Ah…”

She could hear the sound of his erect cock sliding in and out of her sheath, the wetness squelching as their hips bumped over and over. Gods, it was an embarrassing sound, but it was hard to spare any second thought with Ebenezer tucked so close, their bodies moving in blissful harmony.

Pressure and heat building, she angled her hips so he could plunge deeper, arcing swiftly against her cervix at a punishing rhythm.

“I-I love you too…” Ebenezer gasped out, perspiration beating as his hairline as he continue to work his hips in a frenzy against her. His spare hand went between her legs, thumb working her clit back into a blaze with a few skilled swipes. He worked her easily, searching for the perfect spot, until he applied a swift jab of pressure on the underside that sent her head flying back against the pillow.

“T-There!” she gasped. Her hips moved desperately against his skilled fingertips, each movement creating a hot spark of pleasure-pain that bloomed behind her eyes. “Oh, don’t stop, don’t stop…”

As they neared a crashing crescendo of their union, Ebenezer found his head sagging between his shoulders his body becoming numb to the exhaustion as he raced toward his climax. Seeing that Constance was also close, her cheeks tinged pink and her chest damp with sweat, he dipped his head to kiss her lips. The touch was supposed to be chaste at first, but quickly grew passionate as her tongue danced with his.

He succumbed almost instantly, whimpering as his hips pounded hard, then slow, then fast again, then—

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he whined against her lips. “I-I…”

“Come one, fill me up,” she coaxed her voice clipping at her own ecstasy washed over her. “Yes, yes, drench me, make me drip from you – ah, aughhh!”

With an animal-like sound that was much less elegant than Constance’s breathless series of increasingly loud moans, the two came in partial unison, with Ebenezer reaching his end just slightly after Constance. His thumb kept working her clit through each throbbing clench, only stopping when his own release blotted out all his senses. Muscles screaming, he buried his face in her shoulder and held on, clinging to her tightly as he pumped her full of his seed.

Once he was thoroughly milked to the point where he could feel is release dripping out of her and onto the sheets below (no doubt Magda would tease him about the sheets needing an extra washing, as if she didn’t know why) he finally allowed his body to relax.

Like the strings of a harp that had just been caressed through an entire melody, he slipped into tranquil stillness easily. Slowly, he lowered himself beside Constance, who laid supine beside him. Eyes closed but legs open, she panted through the last rumors of her release, basking in the tingling aftershocks that threatened to lure her to sleep.

Staring at her, his hand came up to gently sweep some downy baby hairs from her forehead, her sweat causing them to stick.

At this, her eyes fluttered open as she descended back into reality. Of course, Ebenezer was there to catch her and hold her in his arms, cradling her dearly to him.

“That…was much better than any book we’ve read,” she said softly, head lolling against his chest.

Smiling, he tucked her under his arm and dropped a kiss on her head.

“I’m glad I was able to meet your expectations,” he teased.

Bodies still entangled, they reclined against the pillows together. They were sweaty and sticky but had absolutely no desire to part ways. At least, not yet.

“At this part in the book, the usually fade out to a fireplace, or something…” she said with a light laugh. “I think I’d prefer to stay in bed with you for a few hours.”

“I must agree,” he whispered, tracing the outline of her face. “I’m in no hurry to rush on to the next chapter.”

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jellytoru · 2 years

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Wonderland ( The Umbrella Academy)

(Five Hargreeves x Reader)

Masterlist

Chapter 5: " Cute kids "

TW: Bloody and gore.

~☂~

“ You’ve changed “ Y/n stated while looking outside the window, gazing at the buildings as they pass by.

Five looked at the female by his peripheral vision before turning back to the road, “ How so? “

“ You become more hostile unlike before and it felt like you're in a hurry- like you’re running out of time “ then turned her head at the male, the car stopped and the female turned her head and saw that they already arrived at destination.

“ –You used to be much more…. Muchier. You’ve lost your muchness “ She added then began to unbuckle her seatbelt.

“ Everyone is dead “ Five began stopping the female in her tracks then quickly turned to the male.

“ Excuse me? “

“ Everyone is dead. At the future- Allison, Klaus, Diego and Luther “ he stated then turned his head at the female, a defeated looked was present on his features, “ You weren’t even there, I tried to look out for you but I can’t find you “

Y/n placed her hand on Five’s hand that rest on the wheel and said nothing so the male could continue.

“ Eight days from now- the world’s ending “

A shiver run down the female’s spine as she heard that. The way the female shivered was noticeable, Five quickly thought that she wouldn’t believe him, he then quickly dismissed it.

“ It’s for you to decide if you would believe me or not but I’m doing whatever it takes to prevent that from happening “ then quickly pulled his hand from her and took the car keys then unbuckle his seatbelt before opening the door of the car and let himself out.

‘ Dad messed me up big time on training for me to forget that.. ‘ she thought then scabble on her sit as she opened her door and let herself out, following after the Boy.

“ Five! Five “ she called out, “ I believe in you and I’m going to help you “ she added as she grabbed his arm stopping him in his tracks.

The Boy slowly turned his head at the female, a huge determination flashed in her eyes an emotion that he didn’t know she had since when their still a child- she was timid and more on a crazier side but now looking at her it’s like she’s grown up twice her current age.

“ Alright “ he answered before turning back to the front as he resumed walking with the female clinging to his arm.

A man was about to go out when he spotted the two teens, he stepped aside after he opened the door to let the two teens go inside before letting himself out. The teens got seated on the barstool side by side before Five decided to ring the bell.

Suddenly the door opened and a man walked in and heavily let out a sigh before proceeding to take a seat on the barstool on the left side of Five. Y/n slowly placed her head on the table, her cheek against the cool metal of the counter. Five then let out a sigh when the waitress came out of the backroom while wiping her wet hands on her white apron.

“ Sorry, the sink was clogged “ The waitress apologized as she lets out a chuckle; she then put her hand on her breast pocket to grab her pen and on her other hand she pulls out a small notepad.

‘ Oh, it’s Agnes who is in charge of today’s night duty ‘ Y/n thought still resting her head on the counter.

“ So, What’ll it be? “ Agnes asked rather cheerfully

“ Uh… give me a chocolate éclair “ the male answered as the waitress wrote down his order.

“ Mm-hmm, sure “ She replied then looked up and saw the two teenagers, “ Can I get the kids a glass of milk or something? “

Five scoffed, “ The kid wants coffee. Black “

Both the waitress and the male look at the Boy with a shocked expression, they were only pulled out of their shock when the female answered her order.

“ I’ll have some cinnamon twist doughnut “

Agnes quickly smiled, “ Cute kids “ she chuckled then writes on her notepad. The man just slowly nodded his head as Agnes turns her attention back to the two teenagers.

Five gave her a fake toothy smile that creeped out the waitress that made her quickly start their order. Five then looked around the doughnut shop and then scoffed.

“ Don’t remember this place being such a shithole. She and I use to come here as a kid. Used to sneak out with our brother and sisters and eat doughnuts till we puked “

“ Simpler times, huh? “ Five added as he held the man’s gaze.

“ Eh “ the man breathed, “ I suppose “

Five then turned his head at the female resting beside him and reach out his hand to pat her head gently.

Agnes clears her throat as she placed their orders in front of them, “ Here “

Y/n sit up straight and sent a nod at Agnes as she began to eat her doughnut.

“ I got theirs, “ the man said as he also pays for their orders.

“ Thank you, kind sir “ Y/n thanked the man as she sent him a nod and a small smile, the man reciprocates it by nodding back his head.

“ Thanks “ Five also thanked the man, he then slowly moved closer to the man and read the embroidered name on the man’s uniform, “ You must know your way around the city “ he added

“ I hope so. I’ve been driving it for 20 years “

Y/n suddenly felt something or someone staring at the back of her head and then moved her head to stare at the window, it was dark but she can clearly see the men wearing black suits with their weapons strapped on them. She then turned back at her food and resumes to eat it while Five folded a napkin and tucked it into his pocket.

“ You know if you’re just looking for a place then you should have just told me, I’ll just drive you there “

“ Well, Dad kept you in the house for how long years and I doubt that you know this city and the place that I just asked the direction for “

Y/n raised her brow at the Boy, “ And there’s this case that made me wonder and I quote from Vanya “Two months after she woke up, she has forgiven me “ “

Y/n averted her attention back at the little portion of her food and picked it up, “ That doesn’t mean I still didn’t know the way around the city “ she replied before placing the food inside her mouth.

The man sets down the newspaper that he was answering before folding it and then placing it inside his pocket and placing his pen in his breast pocket, he then got up from his seat and tipped his hat at the two teenagers. Y/n smiled at him and nodded her head at the man as he began to head towards the door.

“ Can I take a sip? “ she asked as Five gave her his coffee letting her take a sip. After that, the female then gave back his coffee for him to drink before he sets it down on the table when his eyes turned to the silver bell and noticed a couple of men already inside the shop wearing black, weapons being pointed at them.

“ Hmm, that was fast. I thought I‘d have more time before they found me “ the Boy claimed as he slid the coffee back towards the female, who gratefully drinks it.

“ Okay. So let’s all be professional about this, yeah? “ one of the men began

“ If you want to be professional then let me finish this coffee first, then “ Y/n sarcastically commented.

“- On your feet and come with us. They want to talk “

“ No, we ain’t going anywhere. Just tell the people who sent you to come here and talk to us, that’s how being professional is “ Y/n yet again speak

The man irked but remain calm while Five smirked, he then turned his attention to the utensil on Y/n’s part.

“ I’ve got nothing to say “ he firmly replied

“ It doesn’t have to go this way “ The man argues, “ You think I want to shoot two kids? And come home with that on my conscience? “

Y/n placed the cup on the table and swirls the barstool, the nozzle of the gun was now pointed at her forehead, “ Then what way do you want it to be, big guy? Shooting two kids wouldn’t be a problem unless no one saw it or you’re just being a pussy? “ she taunted

“ Why do you always butt in? want me to shot a hole inside your head!? “ the man hissed as he cocked his gun at the female teen.

“ And have it in you’re conscience when you got home? Yeah sure, go pick your fucking choice, man “

“ Will you just shut up!? You’re making my blood boil! “

“ That’s my whole point, Man! “ Y/n beamed then squint her eyes, to take a better look at his head, “ What a regrettably large head you have. I would very much like to hat it! “ she added earning a light gasp to some of the other men who were scattered around the doughnut shop. Five just took another sip of his coffee listening to their interaction, he then placed his left hand on top of the female’s shoulder and patted it softly.

Y/n just smirked at the man and then placed a finger on her lips to silence the other men who were scattered around the doughnut shop. She knew some of the men already knew who she was since back from the day she was just the infamous person who would drop some of the quotes from Alice in Wonderland and a tattered corpse behind- she wasn’t called Mad Hatter for nothing.

“ Well, I wouldn’t worry about that. You won’t be going home “ Five claimed as he reached for the butter knife from Y/n’s side then teleports behind the man and stabs his neck. The sound of bullets being fired was heard all over the doughnut shop.

Y/n activated her gravitational ability to build a shield around her while finishing the coffee, letting Five do his job. The female placed her now empty cup of coffee, she grab the fork and began her way towards the other guy whose back was turned away from her and was firing at the door where Five stood once, she then stab his neck with a fork repeatedly while a smile stretched on her face, her heart began to beat irregularly as the adrenaline rushes through her body in both excitement and fear.

Gunshots rang as the lights flicked. Y/n found herself stabbing another male on the neck before stabbing their chest repeatedly with her fork. Five appeared in front of the other male and he throws a punch at the male’s face before disappearing once again and wrapping his necktie around the neck of the same male. The Boy then disappeared and grabbed a pencil from the counter and stabs it into the other male’s private part then pulled out the pencil and stabs the second male in his eye.

“ The Mad- “ The man was about to shout out when Y/n wrapped her hand around the male’s neck and brought him down to the floor, she leaned on his ear.

“ Shhhhh, Better shut your mouth. I've never been this excited since last time“ She whispered before raising her dominant hand holding the fork and stabbing the man straight to his chest repeatedly while choking him. Satisfied with her work, she stood up when a pair of arms were wrapped around her waist and got teleported outside the shop as the other two males got hit by their own bullets, killing each other instantly.

“ It’s just me, shortcake “ Five whispered in her ear as he rest his chin on her shoulder, Y/n leaned her weight at him.

“ This is tiring, “ she said as the male let out a chuckle before teleporting back inside.

Five unwrapped his arms around her waist letting the female walk towards the corpse that has Five’s necktie and fetched it from the dead then she walked back at the male who is already seated on the barstool with a tracker on the countertop and taps his shoulder. Five swirls the barstool that he was seated on and turned to the female who had his necktie in her hands.

Five watched the female who silently tie his necktie on his neck, admiring her face that he missed when he was stuck in the future. Granted that she’s still the same as before- childish and prankster; earlier when she killed the men- she's like a whole new person. The Boy then let out a sigh earning the female’s attention.

“ Hmm? “

“ It’s nothing “ Five muttered and Y/n patted his necktie for him to know that it was already finished.

Y/n sits on the barstool once again and Five turned back to the table, a butter knife in his hand and began to cut open his forearm. Blood came out and Five squint his eye at the pain. He was about to insert his fingers inside when Y/n grabbed his hand, Five turned to her and she shakes her head.

“ Let me use my gravitational to remove it, it might get infected if you stick those dirty digits inside that forearm of yours “ she explain and placed his forearm on her lap and hover her hand on his forearm, red wisp appeared as she began to pull out the tracker from the Boy’s forearm. As the tracker was removed, Y/n gently placed the tracker on Five’s hand before proceeding to apply first aid to his bleeding forearm.

The two teens then walked out of the doughnut shop with satisfied smiles on their faces, Five then throws the tracking chip on the ground as the both of them headed back to the car.

The car ride was silent and the smell of blood lingered in the air. Y/n was staring at the window once again though this time her hand was on her lips and picking up the dried skin on it.

Five kept sneaking gazes at the female who occasionally lets out a yawn while still peeling off the skin on her dried-up lips. The Boy stops the car as they arrived at their destination and turned his attention back to the female beside him.

“ We’re here “ he claimed as he unbuckled his seatbelt, the female didn’t respond, “ Y/n “ he called out then carefully wrapped his hand around her wrist to pull it away from her lips.

This made the female flinched in surprise then turned her attention to the person beside her, “ W-what? “ she asked, blinking her eyes to remove the tears that formed from fighting the slumber that was starting to consume her.

“ We’re already here “

“ Where, exactly? “

“ Vanya’s place “

Y/n then looked around and notice the familiar surrounding and building on the other side- they are indeed at their sister’s place, she lets out another yawn before licking her chapped lips only to taste metallic.

“ You’re peeling off the skin of your lips” Five explain

“ Oh… Sorry force of habit “ Y/n replied while unbuckling her own seatbelt then opening the door, letting herself out; Five did the same then shut the door close.

Y/n stopped in her tracks and patted her uniform, Five looked at her confused, “ I forgot my spear key back at the Academy “

“ Did you just forget that I have powers that I was about to use? “ Five sneered

Y/n clicked her tongue, “ Well sorry Mr I have spatial jump and time travel. Why don’t you just jump us up there, then “

“ Temper, temper my dear “ Five smirked then wrapped his arm around her waist and quickly teleported inside their sister’s apartment.

“ Sit here and wait for me “ Y/n ordered at the Boy then made her way towards the bathroom leaving the male behind. Five watched her as she walked away before looking at the window only to find it unlocked, he shakes his head in dismay before taking a seat on the couch.

Y/n walked inside the bathroom and opened the lights, just then she saw her own reflection in the mirror and saw that she had some blood splattered on her face, she clicked her tongue before grabbing her handkerchief from her pocket and began to clear herself.

“ Of course, I just have to let myself enjoy and bath myself with blood,” She muttered to herself.

The sound of keys was heard and the lock clicks open as the hinges let out a creak, Vanya made her way inside her apartment and was about to click open her lights when someone beats her from doing it.

The lamp clicked open making Number Seven flinch in surprise, “ Jesus! “ she exclaimed as she saw her brother sitting on the couch.

“ You should have locks on your window “ Five began

“ I live on the second floor “ Seven answered then placed her keys on the side table by the door.

“ How many times do I have to tell you, Anya? Rapist can climb “ a new voice argue making Vanya to turned her attention to her sister and see her arms crossed against her chest with a small first aid kit in her right hand, her navy blue blazer was already wrapped around her waist.

Vanya looked back at Five and let out a sigh, “ You two are so weird “ before closing the door.

“ I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you “ Y/n jester then made her way towards Five and took a sit on the arm of the couch that he was seated on.

Vanya also took a sit on the other couch in front of them, she then got a closer look at her siblings, “Is that blood? “ she asked them as she look closer at Five, and the said male looked down at his collar.

“ It’s nothing “

“ Why are you both here? “ Number Seven questioned

“ Well besides her- I’ve decided you’re the only one I can trust “ Five answered

“ Why me? “ Number seven asked, Y/n gulped down as she felt her throat run dry.

“ Because you’re ordinary “ Bluntly replied the Boy

“ Five “ Y/n warned the Boy then turned and looked at her sister, “ Because you’ll listen “ she replied

“ Okay “ Vanya slowly nodded her head as she watched Five place his forearm on Y/n’s lap and pulls up his sleeve, there it reveals a wound that Number Eight began to clean.

“ When I jump forward and got stuck in the future, do you know what I found? “ Five began as he eyed his wound.

“ No “ replied Vanya, a concerned look present on her face.

“ Nothing. Absolutely nothing “ Five answered, his face was blank and void of emotion though only his eyes held the visible anger, fear, pain and disgust the once bright hues were now dim with what he witnessed in the future.

“- As far as I could tell, I was the only person left alive. I never figured out what killed the human race, but… I did find something else- The date it happens “ he explained, “ The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it “

#five hargreeves x reader #number five x reader #the umbrella academy #tua x reader #x reader insert #five hargreeves x you

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rockingrobin69 · 2 years

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Mad

Warnings: possessive Harry (like whoa), d/s dynamics

Draco was in the middle of a bloody sentence when he felt a hand on his hip. He was talking about something important, Merlin’s sake—something about—elves—oh, to hell with it, now he couldn’t remember. Couldn’t focus on anything. Only the hand, warm and proprietary on his expensive suit. Draco raised his eyes in contempt, glaring speech on the ready, but it died down when he saw the face behind him; Harry looked miserable.

Excusing them both in front of… whoever it was Draco had been speaking to, he dragged him to the hallway, lit by a thousand floating candles. Draco didn’t spare the decorations one glance.

“What is it?”

Harry took a deep breath, eyebrows arched so high they quivered. “You—you—”

“What?”

“You don’t,” he shook his head, and it took this long for Draco to realise this was anger, the way his whole body trembled. “You’ve been—bloody Gibberson half the night—chatting away with him—”

He swallowed once, twice. Still couldn’t control his voice. “You can’t be serious.”

“And Andrews too. The way—they look at you, Draco!”

“Is that illegal?”

Harry growled. “Fucking Percy put his hand on you.”

Draco was completely, completely lost for words, so his hands flying in the air then hitting his thighs was the only sound for a while. “We were dancing!”

“Too close.” Suddenly he advanced, wild cat on the loose, all the pounce and none of the mercy he was so famous for. “Too. Close.”

“You have some bloody nerve,” Draco said, but he found his voice cracking, flat against the wall. “Harry. Calm the hell down.”

“No,” fuck, fuck, fuck, “You have to—you promised. Mine, Draco.”

Fuck. “You—of course, that’s not, that’s got nothing to do with it!”

One finger dug into his waistcoat in accusation. “They… touching you. All night. Looking at you like—like they could have you.”

“They can’t very well fucking have me,” Draco spat, hysterical and outraged and, “Harry, you idiot. No one can have me. I choose to let you—what I do with you, it’s my choice.”

“You’re mine,” Harry repeated, and the finger trailed up to Draco’s neck, drawing a faint line around it. Draco found he couldn’t swallow anymore. “Chose me.”

“Yes, you shithead.”

“I can’t…” Harry rubbed his eyes with one free hand. The other was still on Draco’s neck. “Fuck. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Breathe,” Draco croaked, and tried to take his own advice. “Breathe. It’s all right. I’m here.”

“Here.” Harry’s face was getting very close to his own. Draco could smell it on him, the arousal, his need. Musky and overpowering. He whined when Draco leaned in further to whisper in his ear.

“Right here.”

“Draco…”

“Shh. You listen to me now.” Even if his voice contained barely a smidgen of its usual bravado. “I’m going to have to talk to other people again, okay? Sometimes maybe even let them touch me.”

“Humph,” Harry grunted, made a face like the words hurt.

“I said, listen. That doesn’t mean I want them to… that I wouldn’t want. You. To be—you know.”

Harry somehow managed to beg in a growl. “Say it.”

“Yours,” Draco huffed, like he didn’t want to scream it from every fucking rooftop. “To be yours, Harry.”

He nodded against his nose, eyes closed, entranced and entirely at his mercy. Even with his hand closed around Draco’s bloody throat. “Fuck.”

Draco’s mouth twisted, surprisingly, into a smile. “Not here, you goon.”

“Let me take you home,” Harry whined. “Please. I need to—let me.” Soft lips came to nip at his collarbone, because Harry was a son of a bitch who knew him far too well.

“Oh,” Draco thumped his head back against the wall, relishing in the pressure tightening around him. “Okay. Stop, you can’t… do that… here… fuck, Harry.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Wait—wait,” Draco pushed him away, boring into his eyes with all that was left of his might. “I need to hear it too.”

Harry laughed, the evil bastard. “Of course I’m fucking yours. There’s only you.”

Good enough. Draco Apparated them off, breathless and sweaty and madly, entirely, outrageously his.

#drarry #fic #possessive Harry #d/s dynamics #700 words #RockingRobin69

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mlobsters · 9 months

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supernatural s8e17 goodbye stranger (w. robbie thompson)

ps earlier today i was giggling slightly hysterically over the fact that they killed zeus in the last episode. no big. at least with the osiris last season they just put him down for a couple hundred years

pps in the recap when rachel miner-meg says her name like "mehg" very canada/upper midwest. mehg like behg (bag). when i first moved to minnesota, one of the things they ask you at stores there when you're checking out is "receipt with you or in the bag?" and i was 100% not expecting this question, combined with the accent on bag (long a, eh sound) i was... so utterly bewildered. i asked her to repeat it and i still didn't get it. i think after processing another 10 seconds i finally figured it out. whew. just when you think you know everything to expect at a familiar store in a new place... my anxiety does not thank you

good thing the cas stuff is in this recap because i completely forgot about this whole brainwashed to kill an angel business

that's a lot of dead deans

not the spear of destiny. didn't you watch constantine, dean?

s8e17 / constantine (2005)

dean stop being a child and touching the stuff trying to get sam's attention

DEAN Hey. You listening to me? SAM Yeah. It's, uh... Fascinating stuff. You should probably, uh, write it all down in your journal for the archives, you know? DEAN Yeah, thanks. You're a lot of help. [SAM coughs in the background.] Hey, Doc Holliday, you all right over there?

good sibling stuff. little on the nose with the tuberculosis reference

SAM I don't know. Worth a shot, though. I'll grab my gear. We should probably leave in five. DEAN Mm-hmm. SAM 'Less, of course, you need some more time with Miss October. DEAN What? Oh. Yeah. Yeah, make it 10.

more extremely normal sibling behavior. make a joke about jerking off with the vintage porn, but take it seriously and make that face. fraternal all the way. then distract us from them flirting with the Bloody Napkin. this show, man.

DEAN Put this on your shoulder. [DEAN tosses a cold pack at SAM who is seated on the couch, SAM throws it on the floor, clears his throat. DEAN sits down next to SAM. CASTIEL walks into the room.] SAM I'm fine.

stop trying to take care of me, dean >:|

DEAN Well, he puts the "ass" in "Cas," huh?

good one, dean-o

SAM He's definitely off. DEAN Off? He hasn't been right since he got back from Purgatory. We still don't know how he got out of there. SAM I don't know, Dean. If he's so sketchy, then why were you praying to him? CASTIEL (V O) You know, I can hear you both. I am a celestial being.

i laughed. teacher's mad

WENDY RICE Sam and Dean Winchester. Oh, the thoughts she had about you two. Mostly you, Sam. What can I say? She has a thing for smutton chops.

SMUTton chops????? a) i love the mutton chop shade see my sideburns tags b) WHAT. laughed until i literally cried and wheezed

meg with the leia star wars quote was very cute

MEG You really do know how to make a girl's nethers quiver, don't you? CASTIEL I am aware of how to do that. Although it doesn't usually involve cleaning wounds.

shows what you know, cas

MEG Really? You remember everything? [She looks fondly at CASTIEL.] CASTIEL If you're referring to the pizza man... Yes, I remember the pizza man. And it's a good memory.

i hope he doesn't kill her

DEAN Good times. You really think we can trust, uh, Meg-stiel?

lol okay. this is a very fannish episode

MEG I miss the simplicity. I was bad. You were good. Life was easier. Now it's all so messy. I'm kind of good, which sucks. And you're kind of bad -- which is actually all manner of hot. We survive this… I'm gonna order some pizza and we're gonna move some furniture around. You understand?

now i'm kinda crushin on meg

MEG You're not gonna tell me? Seriously? How am I not team Sam? Fine. Whatever it is, you okay dying over it? You don't want to say, fine. But remember, I spent time in that walking corpse of yours. I know your sad, little thoughts and feelings. SAM That's creepy. MEG Here's what I remember. Deep down, in parts you never let see the light of day, you want to live a long, normal life away from creepy old things like me. SAM I do. You know, I spent last year with... someone, and, um... now I know that's actually possible.

really. lol at me crying over this bullshit. in the sam feelings too deep

DEAN I know you can hear me. Cas… It's me. We're family. We need you. I need you.

the power of dean begging can break even the heavenly mind control

they were giving meg the jo/ellen treatment in this episode, should have seen that coming. glad she got a good sendoff, if she had to go

after sam says he's sorry and that he should have told him, dean takes a big breath, like a relieved sigh and it's a good little moment

DEAN Listen, I may not be able to carry the burden that comes along with these trials... But I can carry you. SAM You... realize you kind of just quoted "Lord of the Rings," right? DEAN Come on, man. But it's the Rudy Hobbit, all right? Rudy Hobbit always gets a pass.

definitely gotta deflect from all those messy emotions

well like meg (rip) said, i laughed. i cried.

read a bit about rachel miner, was wondering if there was a health situation. looked like she was having some mobility issues last couple episodes she's been in

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 8x17 #sideburns #chopsurveillance #smutton chops #robbie thompson #rip meg #meg masters #rachel miner #castiel

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featherby · 3 months

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Through the Sleepless Night (Toad x Reader)

Toad has buried himself in his work and needs someone to make him take care of himself.

Good thing you’re free.

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It had been weeks now, weeks spent hidden away in his workshop, tinkering away for Magneto. Day and night, all hours, trying to get the damned thing to work. But everything Toad tried, every part he replaced, every bolt he tightened—nothing.

He’d made steady progress at first—fix the obvious, the cracked, the missing. Get things into place, put them back together. But the tasks left were smaller, and for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out which one was making the whole thing fail. He’d gone over every inch of the damned thing, couldn’t tell you the last time he’d eaten, oiled every moving part, hadn’t slept in days, checked computer systems for bugs…

He wasn’t sure which was falling apart worse, the machine or himself. His muscles ached. His head swam whenever he stood, or sat, or looked at something for too long. He just needed to finish. If he could fix it, get it running again—

Just a little longer. It’s so close. I’ll be done soon…

He took a deep breath and picked up a wrench, praying he was right.

You pushed open the workshop door, the hinges groaning. The place was filthy—it usually was—and a cluttered mess—it usually wasn’t. Sure, everything was always covered in a layer of oil and grime, but Toad kept things organized, put away. Or at least he had before. Now tools were scattered over benches, tables, the ground. Screws, nuts, bolts, washers, wires, and a dozen other types of little metal things you couldn’t name littered the floor, sat in piles in the corners. Scrap metal and broken glass lay piled against the walls. Sure, there was a certain amount of chaos in any workshop, but this…

This had gotten out of hand.

Metal crashed on the other side of the chaos. Toad stood up, hand clutched to his head, eyes screwed shut. “Bloody… fuck!” Just what he needed, a damn concussion.

“Hey.”

His eyes shot open, struggling to focus. They tried to close again, heavy as cement, but he forced them open. He dropped his hand from his head, glancing at it to check for blood. None, thank god. “What’re you doing down here?”

You gave a curt laugh. “Good to see you too. Just checking on you. Making sure you hadn’t starved to death or something.”

“I’m fine.” He dropped a misshapen hunk of metal on a cart laden with them. “I just can’t figure out what the hell is wrong with this thing. I’ve replaced every damn part. Gonna turn into Theseus’ ship at this rate. I just don’t know—” He kicked the cart away, a few of the parts tumbling down and clattering against the floor. “I just don’t know.” He pulled the goggles from his eyes and rubbed at the red marks they left, smearing grease down his cheek.

“You need to take a break.”

You always spoke to him so softly, he thought. He could curl up in that voice and go to sleep instantly. Warm, sweet—

He shook his head, thoughts of comfort and sleep vanishing. “No, no. I need to finish this. It should’ve been done days ago. I can’t just—”

You reached out and took his fidgety hand. “Listen. It doesn’t need to get done right now.”

He shook his head. “It does. I need to—to…” He searched for the words, but his mind was blank. All he could feel was the ache in his back and your warm hand on his.

“You’re one person. And you’ve been working as hard as you can. Too hard, if you ask me.”

Toad opened his mouth to argue, but you cut him off.

“If Magneto wants it done so damn bad, he can fix it himself.”

“Ha.” Toad’s eyes were unfocused, distant. He swayed slightly where he stood. “He might have an easier time of it than me.”

“Mm-hmm. You can’t figure out how to fix it because you're exhausted.”

He half-shook his head. “I’m fine.”

“You're not. When was the last time you ate?”

Toad thought, picking back through his memories for food. He couldn’t find a single bite, not for the last day or two anyway. “I don’t know.”

You nodded. “I had a feeling that might be the case. I ordered takeout. Want some?”

Yes. Yes, desperately. At the mention of food, his stomach reeled, sharp pains running through him, urging him on toward whatever you had for him. But another part of him dragged him back—the work, the machine, the endless problems. He waited, watching the two halves of his mind fight—eat or work, eat or work.

“Yes, please.” He glanced again at the mess of wires and metal behind him. He was sick of looking at it, hated every inch of it. “I’ll have some food.”

You grinned and grabbed his arm. “Thank god. I was bracing for having to carry you out of here kicking and screaming.”

He shook his head. “I can eat in here. Better if I do, you know? So I can get back to it when I'm done.”

You tugged his arm and he took a few stumbling steps with you toward the door. “Absolutely not. You are taking a break. Whether you like it or not.”

There was no fight left in him, outside of a few stray thoughts. Stay, work, this needs to—They didn’t have much sway, not compared to the combined forces of hunger, fatigue, and you. He put what little energy he had left into staying upright as you led him out of the workshop and through the base to your room.

The bag of takeout containers sat on a rickety little table, a mismatched folding chair on either side. As soon as the door opened, he could smell it. His stomach growled. This would be better than any five-star restaurant.

“Make yourself at home.” You smiled and let go of his arm.

He felt himself sway, stumbled the few steps to his chair and sank down. The grease on his clothes felt like it was burning. The dark smudges on his hands stood out, starker and starker the longer he looked at it. All the filth he was covered in—grease, sweat, general dirt—he shouldn’t be here, he should be in the workshop. He should get up and leave before—

You sat one of the boxes in front of him, and again, his stomach rolled.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” You smiled and sat down.

Fuck, was he hungry.

Toad tried to keep from seeming too desperate. He forced himself to open the box slowly, carefully, not like a rabid coyote that wanted to shove its face into whatever you had given it and scarf it all down in three bites maximum.

He grabbed his fork and shoved a bite into his mouth. Perfect. Divine. The best food he had ever eaten. He relaxed, shoulders going slack, sinking back into his chair as he lost himself in his meal.

You watched him, chewing your own food as you did. He was slumped over, staring down at nothing with unfocused, half-shut eyes. When he lifted the fork to his mouth, his hand shook, threatening to dump the bite back into the box. He was grimy, from his hair to his hands to his clothes, all streaked and smudged with black.

There was no way in hell you were letting him go back to that workshop tonight.

When you finished your food, you shut the box, stuffing it and your napkins into the bag. “Feel any better?”

He shoved the last bite into his mouth and nodded, glazed-over eyes lifting to meet yours.

“Good. I worry about you.” You took the empty box and stacked it with yours.

The corner of his mouth raised a tiny bit, an attempt at a smile. “I’m alright.”

You shook your head. “You're not.”

The first thing to go was always taking care of himself. No food, no water, no sleep. It vanished so quick, so easily.

“I know. ‘S just…” He sighed, weary. “This needs to get done. If I don’t, Magneto will…” He couldn’t stand to finish the thought. Magneto had already screamed, thrown things at him, threatened him with being replaced, cast aside, abandoned. He dropped his head.

You crouched in front of him, taking his hands in yours. “Listen. He can scream and shout all he wants. But you deserve a break. And if he has a problem with that, he’s gonna have to go through me. Got it?”

Toad swallowed the lump in his throat. “Got it.”

You squeezed his hand. “Good.” You stood, pulling his hands and gaze up with you. “I bet you’ll feel better after a shower.”

He frowned and slouched back down. “Yeah. S’pose.” He glared at the bathroom door from the corner of his eye.

“Would you like the idea any better if I joined you?”

He perked up, sitting a little straighter. “Might make it tolerable.”

“I thought it might.” You pulled him up from the chair and led him to the bathroom.

You flipped the lights on and shut the door, then turned to rest your hands on Toad’s shoulders, kneading your fingertips into his muscles. He sighed and slouched into the touch, eyes drifting shut. You smiled—it was so nice to see him like this, calm, at ease.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” you whispered, hands drifting down to his shirt’s zipper. You tugged it open, then ran your hands back up his chest, pushing the fabric aside.

“Mmm.” Toad reached out and rested his hands on your hips, tugging you in closer. His shirt fell to the floor. His eyes drifted shut as he leaned in, lips connecting with yours, soft and slow, melting into you with each movement.

You tangled your hand in his hair, the other staying put on his chest, tracing up and down, up and down.

Toad’s mind stilled; his body relaxed. You were so warm against him, warm and soft. He wanted to fall asleep then and there, tangled up in you, nothing to do, no deadlines, no problems, just warmth and comfort. No shouting. Nothing thrown at him. No threats.

Nothing but you.

You pulled back, and his shoulders sagged. “Sorry,” you whispered, giving him one last peck on the cheek. “But I promise there’s more where that came from after we get cleaned up.”

“Yeah, sure,” he grumbled, looking down to undo his belt.

“Oh, don’t be like that.” You smiled. “You know I didn’t want to stop, but one of us has to be the responsible one.”

“Responsible one, no fun one.” He made a face, then smiled. ““I think I was about to fall asleep standing up. Ugh.” He shook his head. “I'm just so damn tired.” He put his hands on the counter and hung his head.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed the back of his shoulder. “We’ll make this quick then, alright?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Alright.”

You let go of him and tugged your own top off, tossing it to the floor. His eyes followed you in the mirror, wandering over you as you undressed, over your neck, your chest, your legs.

You looked at him the same way, eyes tracing over every inch of him you got to see.

He left the rest of his clothes on the ground and followed you into the shower. You turned the water on, a brief burst of cold followed by soothing warmth.

He flinched back from the water, but you held out your hand and coaxed him over. “Come on. It’s warm. And the sooner we get cleaned up, the sooner you can go to sleep.”

He nodded and shuffled forward. “I know.” He sighed. “I just don’t like ‘em.”

“I know.” You squeezed his hand. “We’ll make it quick.”

You held his hands under the water, washed away the grime from each finger, each palm, your hands tracing over his.

I really am gonna fall asleep standing up… Toad scrunched his eyes shut, then forced them open again, forced them to focus on you, your hands, your face, anything. Just stay awake.

A mist of water splashed onto his face, and he grimaced, recoiled from it however warm and necessary it was. He just couldn’t stand showers. Maybe it was how cold the water always was back at the orphanage. Maybe it was how soap had always left his skin itchy, sore, and raw. Maybe it was how vulnerable they left him feeling, naked, alone, unable to see or hear who was sneaking up on him.

He’d rather be anywhere but here. Even though the water was warm now, he’d found soap that didn’t burn, there were two locked doors between him and anyone who might attack—not to mention someone on his team to help him if they did—he just couldn’t enjoy it. Too much baggage.

But it was better now than it had been before, no question.

“Lean your head back.” You ran your fingers through his hair, the water washing over. Your fingers worked through his hair, suds carrying away the grease and oil, nails scratching at his scalp. He leaned into your hands, eyes closed.

You leaned his head back and rinsed the suds from his hair, then got a small pump of soap to wash his face, gentle hands running along his cheeks and jaw, erasing the smudges. His hand reached out to rest on your hip as you worked, and you couldn’t help but smile.

He let you scrub the grease from him, helped to wash away the streaks of oil and dirt from his arms, his legs, his back. You tried to be quick and thorough and gentle at once.

“All done,” you said once you were satisfied that all the grime was gone. The last of the suds fell to the tile below, and you turned the tap off. “Was it as awful as you expected?” You grinned, reaching out to grab a towel.

“Not as awful as they are when you're not in them, I’ll say that.” He reached around you and grabbed a towel for himself.

You wiped the water from your arms and legs, then wrapped the towel around you, tucking it into place.

You watched Toad for a moment. Slow, lethargic, he wiped his towel up and down over the same small patch of skin. His eyelids lowered, then fluttered open again, and he shook his head. You reached out and took the towel from him. “Here, let me.”

He didn’t respond, but his hands went slack and let you take the towel from him. You rubbed the towel on his hair, leaving it ruffled and wild. You ran it over his shoulders and chest and around his back, then wrapped it around his waist.

“Almost done.” You ran your fingers through his hair, smoothing it down.

He gave one small, curt nod.

You pulled back the curtain and stepped out into your room, looking through the drawers for your pajamas and his. You carried them back to the bathroom and sat the piles on the counter.

You finished drying off, and pulled your pajamas on.

Toad stood by the counter, towel draped around his hips, staring at the clothes you’d gotten him. Slowly, he turned his eyes to the discarded work clothes on the floor.

“I should really go—”

“No.”

He blinked. “What?”

“No. You shouldn’t. Unless the next words out of your mouth were going to be ‘to bed’, you are wrong.” You crossed your arms. “You said it yourself—you are falling asleep standing up.”

“But I'm so damn close.”

“To what? Dying of exhaustion?” You put your hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eye. “No. You need rest. You can barely stand, let alone weld or use power tools.” You sighed. “Look, normally I wouldn’t do this. But I am not going to let you leave this room. It’s not a suggestion. I’m not asking. You are going to sleep.”

The circles under his eyes seemed to darken.

You took his hand and squeezed it. “Morty, listen to me. You need this. You deserve this. Come to bed.”

He stood still a moment more, the wheels in his mind turning like the wheels on that machine refused to. Then, slowly, he nodded. “Yeah. Alright.”

You squeezed his hand. “Good boy.”

He pulled his clothes on and let you guide him to the bed. You laid down and watched him crawl in after, finding his usual spot nestled against you, head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist.

“Just for an hour or two,” he mumbled against you. “I really need to get this finished. I swear, I'm just being dramatic. I’m really not that ti—.” He cut himself off with a yawn.

“Mm-hmm.” You brushed the hair out of his eyes. “I set an alarm for the morning—don’t worry. But I expect you to be here when it goes off. Got it?”

He huffed, burying his face in your neck. “Got it.”

“Good.” You kissed him on the forehead and closed your eyes. “Good night.”

“Night, love.”

#through the sleepless night #my favorite frog #toad x reader #mortimer tonybee x reader

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