#but i swear to god i CANNOT FUCKING FIND IT. i was literally knee deep in yuri and yaoi fanart for hours trying to find that god damn photo

[puppyeared]

these two are so interesting to me

characters belong to @canisalbus

#clenches fists. im so sosososo normal about them. i think about them a normal amount (lying) #actually the 2nd image is based on some sort of anime couple pose template(?????) that i saw a while back and wanted to draw them in it #but i swear to god i CANNOT FUCKING FIND IT. i was literally knee deep in yuri and yaoi fanart for hours trying to find that god damn photo #but i dont even know who the characters were and pinterest just shows me bakugou and deku making out sloppy style whenever i try #so i gave up an tried drawing it from memory and cried the whole time. i hate anatomy.. but they look so happy so its fine #god whenever i see Lore or sweet little tidbits for these two i want to tear into something with my teeth and throw something /pos #i genuinely want to study these gay little renaissance dogs under a microscope #what fucks me up is the fact that we all know it ends horribly but u cant help loving them anyway.. they are so. incoherent hand gestures #my art #myart #others ocs #vasco #machete #vaschete #furry art #fur #anthro

[shellxrls]

okay let’s talk about how John b fucks. because ohmyfuckinggod

he has such and incredible, immaculate, crazy, aneurism inducing stroke game I cannot even begin to describe it. he just gets it. like ughhh.

he’s so thick and girthy and his VEINS!!! ugh. like I swear it just makes it even better. he has this one vein that runs alll the way down the underside of his cock NMFJFJDH. perfection.

okay I’m going off topic. when John b fucks. he takes it seriously. he will never, and I mean never intentionally neglect someone that he loves. and he is very very firm about that rule in the bedroom.

he always takes it slow at the beginning. he is amazing with the foreplay. sloppy kisses and HEAD!!! AMAZING HEAD!!!! and fingering. oh the fingering.

he knows he’s big, and he knows that it’s nearly impossible to get used to like ughhgh. has to spend minutes jst using his fingers to get me stretched out and ready.

and yall already know HE TALKS THROUGH IT!!! he uses the nickname ‘dolly’ which honestly I wasn’t expecting but I did not complain I can tell you that.

he lovessss pretty noises, and honestly acts like he’s not expecting it and maybe he isn’t but like.. ?? you really expect me not to whimper when ur four fingers knuckles deep inside??

but genuinely, he’s so soothing and lovely. comforting works and always coaxing sweetly.

the foreplay varies by instance but the sex is almost always the same. medium paced, gentle but rough, and soooo just ugh. makes the brain go to mush on autopilot.

he’s just so daddy. like omg. omg. ugh. daddy. he is daddy. daddy is him. I cannot exaggerate this enough.

he is dick is so perfect literally every time he goes in he hits that spot. you know the spot.

he makes these little grunting noises every time he thrusts in it’s so hawt like omg.

he LOVES a good mating press.

he’s also a titty sucker. and. he is. a. TOTAL. munch. he’s so sloppy when he’s suckin on the clit all perfect.

and you bet he does not EVER struggle to find the clit either. this man has experience.

he is also HEAVY. like his whole person he jst pins me down so effortlessly ugh. he literally radiates dominance.

he’s also a chronic clit rubber 🤞🏻always had a thumb on my clit over my shorts or under my skirt.

and he reeks of casual dominance. if I’m being bratty or just whiny he’ll just cup my pussy like it’s nothing. talking in that low voice like SLUT ME OUT.

he lovesss receiving head. normally he’ll be sitting down, me on my knees infront of him. he holds my hair back and guides me <333 ugh he is just SO daddy.

he also loves dry humping <3 ugh like if we’re outside the chateau at sunset n ill just hump on him for ages like YESSS.

also this surprised me but he has a mild choking kink, not like hardcore but he’ll wrap a hand round the throat definitely, even if he doesn’t apply too much pressure.

he’s also a pretty moaner <3

massive breeding kink too!!!! like ugh mhh ohh I love it. he shoots BIG loads so those creampies are immaculate.

when it’s all finished he’ll dip and hand down and scoop some of his cum up and feed it to me <333 mhh

and he is the KING!!! of aftercare. the absolute sweetest. has a checklist in his mind of things to make sure we both keep up our personal hygiene during and after sex. always wiped me up and is very avid that I don’t do too much very physical stuff after cause he fucks for a long time and he fucks deep so bet I’ll be tired af.

lots of cuddles and kisses <33 ugh love him.

okay I think that’s all the points but if I’ve missed anything out or if there’s anything else yall wanna know lmk!!

- rafe shifter

CRYING SCREAMING THIS IS MY BIBLE. this is my holy text oh my god.

PLSS i know that one vein must jut out and feel so fucking GOOD ohmygosksjsjdk.

i can’t even function him just being casually dominant and so daddy mode is making me SICK . clenching my thighs i knew he wld be like this <33.

‘dolly’ IS SO CUTE IM SICK PLEASE. it’s def the grandpa in him and i’d say it to his face no shame 🙏🏼.

i can imagine the grunts i know they’re practically punched outta him with every grind and thrust AGH !!

love that he uses your clit like a little fidget toy that so cute !! i’d never stop wearing shorts and skirts around him tbh bcuz that’s daddy wdym !!

also jeez i need to write a breath play drabble with him now bcuz i’d never though ab it before but i bet those biceps are perfect for choking someone out <3.

i love him so much and once again THANK YOU BABES !! cannot ever say it enough honestly this has been the highlight of my week and i love talking ab it with you <3.

#asks.ᐟ ⋆｡˚𖦹 #;rafe shifter #;chatting #john b prompt #john b smut #john b x reader smut #john b x reader

[zombie-bait]

The Death of a Vampire

Lestat as a protagonist just works so incredibly well and a very significant aspect of that is him being Anne Rice's self-insert. Lived experience can be critical when it comes to writing a good story and many memorable novels will feature elements of that. Anne is built different, though. Lestat (book 2 onwards) is basically Anne's journal for dealing with her grievances and trauma, which, on its own, is a very questionable method of writing. More often than not, it causes him to be characterized inconsistently between books because Anne's own opinions have changed. But it also makes him so real.

You follow his struggles with religion, you see him yearn for forgiveness from a god that has seemingly abandoned him a long time ago and you feel it. The passage I will never get over is in the early chapters of The Vampire Lestat, when Lestat has a breakdown over his mother's (and frankly his own) mortality. He struggles and he cries and he can't get out of bed because there's nothing he can do. Eventually he starts to live again, forces himself to.

But.

"I wandered into the church and on my knees I leaned against the wall and I looked at the ancient statues and I felt the same gratitude looking at the finely carved fingers and the noses and the ears and the expressions on their faces and the deep folds in their garments, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying. At least we had these beautiful things, I said. Such goodness. But nothing natural seemed beautiful to me now! The very sight of a great tree standing alone in a field could make me tremble and cry out. Fill the orchard with music. And let me tell you a little secret. It never did pass, really."

I think about those last two sentences a lot. I think about them even more since Anne Rice passed away.

Every page of Interview is spent talking about death and yet (imo) it's only in TVL that you really feel it. Louis in book 1 welcomes death quite readily because, besides his toxic boyfriend and their traumatized daughter, he doesn't have much to live for. He's basically given up by the time Lestat appears. The greatest torture, to Louis, is the knowledge that he can live forever on the suffering of others.

But Lestat is the complete opposite. He wants to listen to music, to explore Paris, to perform on any stage that will take him, to embrace the man he loves and to send his ailing mother letters of his accomplishments. Death matters most to those who are desperate to live and god is he desperate. He's haunted by his mother's sickness, by the wolves on the mountain that threaten to end his life before he's even lived it, the witches place that reeks of meaningless suffering. And in a way, the dark gift provides opportunity to escape that. But it is still death. It takes away Nicki in a very literal way and takes away his mother in a more personal one. Magnus, like death, chose Lestat arbitrarily. He sees the cellar of blonde corpses and knows that he was only one of dozens to meet an untimely death with no explanation.

Lestat also really wants you to know that he is, truly, a good person. He must be. He swears to only hunt criminals and then goes back on that two pages later. He reshapes stories to present himself as the noble protagonist and the audience has no choice but to believe him. He wants, desperately, to be loved for all that he is, man and monster. He wants to be the hero.

He's this awful, fascinating, very human man so clearly born out of the internal struggle to find meaning and love in a cruel, unpredictable world we all tend to share. He's made up of incredibly basic and powerful human desires hidden behind a mask of bravado and I can't recalling seeing another protagonist like him.

(Quick mention: This isn't some kind of "wow Anne Rice is an incredible author who can do no wrong" piece. She's written a lot of fucked up and bad shit that cannot be easily brushed over. But I don't think I'll ever get over reading TVL for the first time. To read someone bare their soul in such a way creates a truly unique experience. A lot of characters in a lot of pieces of media face death, but it's rare to see a character face mortality in such a personal way.)

(Also odds are I've written similar posts to this before but shhhhh these sad gay vampires are all I have)

#iwtv #interview with the vampire #vampire chronicles #lestat de lioncourt #iwtv spoilers #louis de pointe du lac #the vampire lestat #vampires #mortality #literature #this is all book stuff btw #not super relevant to the tv show as far as ive seen #but only time will tell #the vampire lestat spoilers #i was gonna make a joke about how i should write an essay exploring mortality in tvl #but i think i just did that #so hmmmm #how do i convince ppl in my life to read this book without them thinking im a little freak #cuz like Gabrielle <3 but also Gabrielle :// #iykyk

[thebestofoneshots]

as promised it’s DEEP DIVE TIME BABY!!!

chapter 29 here’s my thoughts and things i noticed!!

first things first I WAS MENTIONED AGAIN!!! love to know i’m just roaming about in this universe fucking around. love how i was warned tho very nice!

i loved that when remus saw reader he immediately went “oh thank god HERE!!” like he trusts her skills enough to know that if anyone could do it it’s her like the whole “if anyone can do it,it’s you luv” LIKE OK I SEE YOU WITH THE NICKNAMES 🤭 but the trust not only remus but peter has in reader shows how their relationship has grown since they’ve met and i think it’s so cute how quickly she was accepted into the group!

also PETER HAS A DATE?!?? MY BABY!! (specifically your peter tho i only like your peter) I CANT WAIT TO FIND OUT HOW THE DATE WENT AND WHO IT WAS WITH!!!

AND READER BEING SEEKER FOR THE NEXT MATCH?!??? OH I CANT WAIT FOR THAT!! I CAN SEE THE TENSION AND EXCITEMENT THATS GONNA BE IN THE CHAPTER!! I KNOW READER IS GONNA PULL THROUGH AND FUCK EVERYONE OVER!! (barty and evan cough cough)

and reader having survivors guilt? she’s so me i hate watching people get hurt when i could have stopped it or tried to help! idk maybe it has something to do with me hating the feeling of being weak. like as a woman it’s hard to be seen as strong and competent so having men fight your battles against other men never feels as satisfying as the woman beating HIS ASS TO OBLIVION!!!

anyways! reader being selfless as always taking the punishment so james can have his little date with lily. love her with everything i have.

but remus offering to take james spot instead of reader but when sirius asks for remus to take his spot he flat out just goes “hell nah” his love language for both reader and sirius are so different yet so similar? like you can tell remus and sirius are obviously closer and so remus has no problem denying a request from him. but with reader he’s just met her and hasn’t figured out the boundaries of their relationship yet (friendships are still relationships) like how far he can go to tease her or what she’s comfortable with and not. don’t get me wrong for the amount of time they have known each other remus knows a LOT about her like mannerisms and her thought process but there’s still more for him to learn! like just how far she’s willing to go! (i have no idea if any of that made sense i’m sorry)

DIFFERENT TOPIC!!! READER FLIRTING WITH REMUS!!! even if it was as james i need more of reader teasing or like “jokingly” flirting with remus!!! please on my knees!!! honestly tho i do feel like reader teasing remus about the blindfold and him being “kinky” shows how comfortable she’s getting with him! like it took her awhile to get like that with sirius but once she started she never stoped and i want to see more of these with her and rem.

also reader wearing boxers? homegirl stays prepared! i swear she’s literally so smart! and clever i will never shut up about it. like the way she thinks ahead has saved her in so many different situations! clever little fox 🥰

love love love reader getting jealous with the thought of sirius flirting with other girls! (i think she should show him why that’s a terrible idea WHAT?!?? WHO SAID THAT?!???)

i loved how the “there isn’t any man’s work that i cannot do.” came to bite her in the ass so quickly. can’t even blame her men’s public restrooms are foul. what do they do in there?!?!!

reader as james calling mcgonagall minnie had me crying oh i know she was embarrassed (it’s ok tho because i would want to call her minnie too 😔)

I NEED MORE OF READER BEING INTIMIDATING!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!! i live for intimidating reader! i eat that shit up! love to see men cower to a powerful woman!!! RAAAHHHH WOMEN!!!!

the whole random chick asking sirius to go to hogsmeade as if he doesn’t already have a girlfriend is crazy! like how are you gonna try and be a home wrecker??? the audacity to yell at james/reader i would be mad for james to because how do you have all of that attitude? like damn.

but i want to say this i know sirius and remus are gonna get together but i feel like right now their relationship is screaming “remus lupin wouldn’t mind liking boys if it didn’t mean liking sirius black. sirius black wouldn’t mind liking remus lupin if it didn’t mean liking a boy.” ya know? i thought of that when sirius was having his little sexuality crisis with reader being a boy

can i say this enough? MORE REMUS SIRIUS AND READER INTERACTIONS!!! i need them! i need remus and reader teaming up antagonist sirius! i need remus and reader having this wordless communication! i need reader and sirius to spend more time with remus! i need more remus freaking out over sirius! i need more of them together! I NEEEEDDD ITTTT

can’t stop thinking about how remus noticed reader was turning back and tried to stop her from getting hurt. how closely he was paying attention in order to notice that in the first place. how i can imagine him just admiring reader and sirius and noticing readers demeanor change slightly just enough for him to realize the potions effects were disappearing. yeah. can’t stop thinking about it.

gonna go to bed tonight dreaming i’m laying in bed with sirius and listening to remus read me the godfather. we all just cuddle together in a mess of limbs while remus’ voice lulls us to sleep. yeah….gonna dream about that.

ok that was my thoughts on this chapter. lord is it long? probably im sorry 😭 i can’t wait for the next chapter!!! literally in love with your writing! like i want it tattooed in my brain.

OK IM GONE!!!

Right? Peter is such a weird character bc we know what's gonna happen to him in the future and we know what he's supposed to do, but I still felt it necessary to flesh him out? Especially if Sirius eventually suggests using him as a secret keeper instead because let's be honest, they must have trusted him heavily to make that happen and it was really important for me to let that be seen. How much did he change due to his cowardice?

Remus and nicknames are a thing, he's always using them on her, but I bet he's gonna use them even further as time goes by and they become closer o each other. Who knows? He might start teasing him just as much as she teases him.

AND READER BEING SEEKER FOR THE NEXT MATCH?!??? OH I CANT WAIT FOR THAT!! I CAN SEE THE TENSION AND EXCITEMENT THATS GONNA BE IN THE CHAPTER!! I KNOW READER IS GONNA PULL THROUGH AND FUCK EVERYONE OVER!! (barty and evan cough cough)

I freaking love your excitement! And there's definitely going to be something very interesting happening in Chapter 30. Remember who's the Slytherin Seeker.

but remus offering to take james spot instead of reader but when sirius asks for remus to take his spot he flat out just goes “hell nah” his love language for both reader and sirius are so different yet so similar? like you can tell remus and sirius are obviously closer and so remus has no problem denying a request from him. but with reader he’s just met her and hasn’t figured out the boundaries of their relationship yet (friendships are still relationships) like how far he can go to tease her or what she’s comfortable with and not. don’t get me wrong for the amount of time they have known each other remus knows a LOT about her like mannerisms and her thought process but there’s still more for him to learn! like just how far she’s willing to go! (i have no idea if any of that made sense i’m sorry)

It 100% makes sense! Remus still has a lot to learn about her and it's part of the beauty of it. The realisticness of their relationship developing lays heavily on this, especially on those occasions in which Remus notices shit Sirius doesn't and at other times, he sees things that Vixen doesn't know about Sirius, bc he's known him for longer.

Like in this case, he's offering to help because he knows Vixen's arm is hurt and still feels guilty because of it, he doesn't want her to overwork. Meanwhile, with Sirius, he knows he's more than fine, and that he's just trying to get away from it by using his charm like he always does, which is why he flat-out refuses. Remus fell for Sirius' winning smile enough times in his first and second year, and our poor boy didn't even know why he wanted to help Sirius with his homework so much.

i loved how the “there isn’t any man’s work that i cannot do.” came to bite her in the ass so quickly. can’t even blame her men’s public restrooms are foul. what do they do in there?!?!!

I loved doing this because she really was all "Don't underestimate me, I can do anything a man can," and then they throw her in the dirty loo and she's like "I fucked up." This would soooo happen to me. I LOOOVE strong independent woman, if you haven't noticed, I always try to have her keep that personality with her. In fact, one of her character faults is that she struggles to accept help from others because she too, doesn't like being perceived as weak. And sometimes it's hard to understand that, needing help on some things isn't a weakness, but rather inherently human.

but i want to say this i know sirius and remus are gonna get together but i feel like right now their relationship is screaming “remus lupin wouldn’t mind liking boys if it didn’t mean liking sirius black. sirius black wouldn’t mind liking remus lupin if it didn’t mean liking a boy.” ya know? i thought of that when sirius was having his little sexuality crisis with reader being a boy

This really is them in every universe. And regarding Zia, I wanted to put her in there because well, the subject of adding Remus is already delicate enough. And that thin line between the three being in love with each other and cheating, is something I wanted to explore further. There will be no cheating on GC because I do not condone that at all and I value honesty above all, but I thought adding that bit of contrast in there was important.

Also just a mini reminder of what a hot shot Sirius is bc hot damn he's a total catch!

can’t stop thinking about how remus noticed reader was turning back and tried to stop her from getting hurt. how closely he was paying attention in order to notice that in the first place. how i can imagine him just admiring reader and sirius and noticing readers demeanor change slightly just enough for him to realize the potions effects were disappearing. yeah. can’t stop thinking about it.

My man's so in love it borderlines on obsession and it's hard bc good god he's in love with his two best friends who are also dating each other, how much more miserable must he be?

gonna go to bed tonight dreaming i’m laying in bed with sirius and listening to remus read me the godfather. we all just cuddle together in a mess of limbs while remus’ voice lulls us to sleep. yeah….gonna dream about that.

Dear lord, I also wish I could have Rem read to me asleep! He's just so sweet and soft and I feel like he would do narrations masterfully! Sidenote: Audible has a version of "The Portrait of Dorian Grey" narrated by Ben Barnes and it's the loveliest thing in the world, sometimes I go to bed and pretend it's Sirius reading to me.

I LOOOOOVE your analysis, you don't understand how much! Truly, they give me a whole week's highlight! They're so much fun to read and see how you dissect things that are deep within my brain. Things that happen in the story that I hadn't even gone into such depth but somehow knew? It's soooo cool because it lets me know how much of the story us coming across like I wanted it to come across and it really, truly, brings me joy. You always make me all blushie (இ﹏இ)/♡

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[vcrnons]

hello j!

relate your mutuals to svt songs go!

Mutuals as SVT songs, let’s GOOO<3

- @ikigaisvt : circles. i’ve said once and i’ll say a hundred times that sammy is, to me, like if a comfort blanket was a person. i play circles so often that it’s possibly gonna be in my top 5 on spotify this year, and every time i need to be reminded that everything’s going to be okay, it’s my go-to track (of any artist i listen to, not just svt). something about it just brings me such a warm, calming feeling from the deepest parts of my soul, and that’s what sammy means to me too. i genuinely cannot scream about her incredible nature enough, and even if i could find the words, i’d be a blubbering mess before i could finish saying them. i didn’t even have to think about this one. sammy, circles is for you.

- @irlvernon : wave! i adooooore this song so much you don’t even understand. it’s just one of those tracks that like… it doesn’t matter what mood i’m in when it comes on shuffle, i WILL, immediately, crack a smile. it’s a never-skip song okay. something about it feels so floaty and free and i just get that energy from max too. i cannot be a grouch when you’re in my dm’s. it’s scientifically impossible. i don’t know what that’s about but i’m VERY happy that it’s true. you’re wonderful. mwah.

- @aceofvernons : xan is home;run to me every single day of the week. you’re very very very very very (x10^15) cool and you bring me so much joy. i see your tags on any of my gifsets and need to take a seat before my knees give out from beneath me. your responses to my unhinged vernon asks could give me the energy to get through anything. so this works because any time i listen to home;run, i just get filled with so much pure happiness? one of those songs you wanna scream at full volume in the car on your way to wherever the fuck and i need you to know that in my head, xan is in the passenger seat screaming it with me.

- @ncteez : light a flame. do i need to explain this? i feel like it explains itself lol but OKAY fine let’s go. light a flame is such a soothing song and it’s SO easy to listen to but it’s also so MF HOT? look. if i deep this track for too long i start getting butterflies. and that’s how it feels reading anything hon writes, first of all, but just her ✨ energy ✨ is very light a flame. those pretty woozi high notes are her sweet, softer sides and the deep wonwoo parts = her ability to completely derail my week (complimentary). tldr hon, ur hot and nice and i like u.

- @hwanghyunjinenthusiast : anyone! okay this is an undeniably fantastic song and the video for it makes my brain short-circuit which are also two things about rj that are literally just facts. in the same way i always go to rewatch any of the anyone performances and tell myself i’m able to handle it, i go crawling into rj’s inbox with usually something feral and i always come out feeling like i’ve been hit by a train (affectionate, complimentary). HER BRAIN. IS HUGE. and it causes me real strife but i keep going back for more because it’s delicious and that’s just. how anyone makes me feel. one of my absolute favourite svt bangers for one of my dearest, most precious mutuals.<3

- @eoieopda : domino!! this was one of the first svt songs i ever listened to and i maintain that it is one of the best in their discography. domino is so lovely and bouncy and ANY time i see jade on the dash, i’m about to do a cartwheel i swear to god. also here’s some lore nobody asked for: if i need to do something, esp at work, and i feel like i’ve got a mental block trying to start it, domino is one of my ultimate hype songs. whichhhh is relevant if you’ve ever seen jade’s fic feedback. the BEST hypeman (/gn) ever. i want to put every single comment they’ve ever left me in a locket and wear it over my heart forever.

- @xukmins : snap shoot : max’s energy is V E R Y snap shoot to me. i can’t really explain that properly but it is, it makes sense in my head. she’s very bouncy and exciting and energetic, and truly any time i think about max or she’s in my inbox, i really just see so much brightness and fun and the happiness that you could always see in the snap shoot stages.<3

- @haechannabelle : _world!!! i don’t know if it’s the mv for it that springs to mind when i think of world but i immediately start thinking of bright colours and summer and that’s what i think about with annabelle too? your art is always so vibrant and even if it’s not of an artist I listen to, im always sat there looking at my screen like 🥹🥹🥹 because your pieces are always SO gorgeous. but you come across as so vibrant and bouncy too and this song just fits you SO well in my head.

- @cheolhub : is it. cringe. to say all my love. OKAY LOOK we don’t rly actually talk a bunch but i see sar in my notifications and it’s like someone put a fuzzy cardigan around my shoulders and has come to hold my hand. there is not a single part of all my love that i don’t adore; i could have it on repeat for a whole day and not get bored just listening intently to every member’s voice and remembering all the reasons i adore seventeen. to that end, i could equally scroll sar’s blog for a whole 24 hours and be sat with hearts in my eyeballs the entire time.

( i’ve definitely forgotten some lovely people and i’m SO sorry for that aaaaaa. i went back through my recent interactions & stuff but i do also have the working memory of a walnut && will no doubt be kicking myself in like two hours time for not including one of my loves in this ;_; pls forgive me. you’re all so very dear to me & don’t you dare forget it.<3 )

#💌 - mailbox. #💝 - nonnie. #❤️‍🔥 - moots. #if there’s a big ass typo in this no there isn’t I re-read it 5 times to make sure but I know I’ve missed one #I GOT CARRIED AWAY IM SORRY #I have a lot to say about you all ;-; #running away now good & bye <3

[hotdamnhunnam]

My Throne or Yours?

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: So here’s Part 2 of King Arthur and Queen Y/N getting it on in the throne room!! Rough and raunchy to remind you that you’re nothing but a dirty fucking whore for him 🥵 (Recommend reading Part 1 first for context; Part 2 is just pure filthy sex...)

Pairing: King Arthur x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, rough sex Request: This lovely request from @turner-cris​!

Word Count: ~2.2k

... Continued from Part 1 [Read Here]

“Arthur, we can’t...” you moan in distress, sinking deeper back into your throne as the king reaches farther up your fancy dress with his wandering hands.

“Y/N,” he grunts, unwilling to resist just what he wants. Unable to restrain the growing bulge within his pants. “I need you more than I can fucking stand.”

“Yes, but—”

“Yes is the end of it,” Arthur abruptly interrupts. His voice is ravenous and rough, honestly just the way you love. Damn does he know how much you love it. “Yes. Just yes. The answer’s always yes, you dirty little slut.”

Oh fuck. The way he says that, knowing how it drives you mad, rubbing against you with his raging royal cock... Apparently you nearly forgot that your man is a literal god. You’re suddenly incapable of forming a coherent thought.

You’re almost out of any fucks to give. Almost but not... not yet... still you need to protest, even though you’re a trembling mess, soaking wet. So damn desperate to serve as his slut, for as long as you live. “But—but Arthur, what if...”

“What if someone walks in?” he completes the sentence as you melt in his presence, “...while I’m shoving this massive, majestic cock in?”

What the—ughhh, what the actual fucking... your mind turns to mush and your mouth clearly has no intention of talking.

“My love, if you truly don’t want this—I’ll fuck off, I promise,” he vows, in response to your silence right now. As if he doesn’t know just how badly you want to be fucked by your king. More than any damn thing, to be honest.

Arthur swiftly lifts off of your body and takes a few steps backward, licking his lips as he strips off his jacket and shirt. Because he’s a goddamn brutal bastard, who’s fully aware that the sight of his beautiful godlike physique... makes you weak, so unable to speak. Puts you at a complete loss for words.

“I just need you to know that my heart fucking hurts,” he states, pointing theatrically towards it as if you could witness his heart rate. “It’s pounding straight out of my chest. Set to burst, because I haven’t had you for days, and you know that each day felt like years. So, Your Royal Highness—now that I’m finally here...”

That’s all he has to say. For Arthur knows he owns your ass in every fucking way. And now to make up for the many yearlong days you spent apart, to sate the hungers of his hot thundering heart... the king is bound to fuck you hard, upon the throne today.

All of a sudden you’re a mutt after a bone. Fall to the floor, kneeling before him like a whore, just like the filthy little fuckdoll you once were. Will always be, quite honestly. The favorite slut of your beloved king. You’re nothing but his plaything. Just a pretty piece of property for him to fucking own.

Down on your knees, here in the throne room, you now offer yourself up to him, to use in any way that he may please. Words tumble from your mouth in a hot-blooded groan. “My lord, I want to suck your perfect cock upon the throne.”

His sinful lips curve up into a smirk; he knew it long before you said those dirty words. And wastes no time setting to work.

“Of course you do. Just look at you. Groveling like the greedy little slut you were before,” he taunts, setting a goddamn fire in your cunt. So flaming hot yet flooded wet—it fucking hurts. “My throne or yours?”

You know the answer is whatever he prefers. “Whichever suits your pleasure, sir.”

“That’s a good fucking whore,” he snickers, beckoning you toward his throne with a subtle curl of his fingers. Counting on you to follow crawling on all fours. “Mine first. We’ll desecrate yours afterward.”

Oh, good Lord...

He makes quick work of setting free his scepter from his pants, gripping the thick girth in his hand, now as he takes a seat. You crawl forward to kneel between his spread legs, and your wide eyes wordlessly beg. Beneath your regal skirts, your sex is dripping wet with need. Pure liquid heat. Eager to be completely wrecked, after you swallow every inch he has to feed.

You’ve sucked him countless times before, here in the throne room, back when you were just his whore. But never once since Arthur chose you as his bride, to rule the kingdom by his side. To spend your life with him. Now the same deed just feels so different, and you’re set to give the king the best damn royal head that he’s ever been given. This is your whole reason for living.

“Oh, fuuuck...” Arthur groans—reclining deep into his throne, sinking in the sumptuous fabric—as you wrap your loving lips around his massive cock, and start to work your magic.

Sweet fucking hell... how you had missed the feel of this, the smell, the fucking taste. Fulfills your inner slut so well. Moaning in bliss, you pop your mouth off of the tip, just for a second, so that you can rub it all across your face. You love it more than words could say. Have no clue just how you survived without his cock these past few days.

Now that his precum coats your face in a delicious glaze, you move on to devour his entire length until your lips are stretched around the base. All the while as you serve his cock, you gawk up at the gorgeous smile on his flawless face with your adoring gaze.

“Look at you, love,” he breathes, reaching down to feel the rigid bulge of his meat through your cheek with a sweep of his thumb, his touch all at once tender and rough. “Down on your knees, worshiping my cock like a worthless fucking slut. Here in this room, where anyone could see. The door’s not even shut. What would the court think if they saw you like this, hmm? So desperately sucking me off?”

You want to die just at the thought. But death is a worthwhile price to pay for worshiping a god.

“The high and mighty queen, caught up in such a scandalous scene...” the king savagely teases, as your throat contracts around his luscious length and fucking squeezes. Thirsting after every precious drop of cum he has to give. Fuck, he’s so long and thick and stiff... “Mmm, so fucking obscene. You know you’ll be my cocksucking slut for as long as you live?”

Yes, yes Master, you silently answer, as you suck him violently, deeper and faster. Your cock is a gift. I’m your cocksucking bitch, and forever grateful for the privilege.

You devour him down farther, gagging on every sweet inch of Arthur, as you feel his huge cock throb and twitch. Every move that you make gets his shaft even harder; you feel his hips buck toward you lips, hear his breath start to hitch.

“Ughh—love, I won’t last much longer in that pretty mouth of yours... Good Lord, you’re such a perfect little whore... you’ve always known just what that slutty fucking mouth is for...”

By this point your wet cunt is gushing all over the floor.

And he knows it, too. Knows exactly what to do. “Come, dear—up here,” the king sighs, as he eases your mouth off his scepter. Summons you up onto his lap, patting his palm against his thigh, with a loud slap, a warm smile and a come hither gesture. “Want you to ride me on my throne. Remind me that your cunt is mine and that my cock is yours to own.”

Oh, you could never have forgotten such a thing. Sooner forget your goddamn name.

But still you and the king both love to be reminded all the same. You have no fucking shame—for all the filth, you have no guilt. Body and soul have never felt so perfectly fulfilled. Though it may feel dirty and surely always will, the power and the purity of your passionate love is all to blame.

Your elegant gown is a whole damn confection of lavish, luxurious folds—the queen’s cunt is practically lost in the mess, truth be told—but still, nevertheless, the king’s massive erection will always know just how to navigate all of the frills. Always finds its way home into your waiting hole. Always feels so exquisite it kills.

So it does, as he guides you down onto his shaft. As you slide in position to ride him with all that you have, all your senses abuzz, as the mind-blowing size of King Arthur’s staff threatens to split you in half.

“Oh my—fuck...” you moan as you impale yourself on his majestic cock, shaking his gilded throne as your hips and his both start to rock, taking him ever deeper and farther. “Arthur...”

“Mmm, that’s it, Y/N. Say it again,” he demands, groping at the soft skin of your thighs underneath your dress with his insatiable hands. “Scream my name like a whore, as you ride me with that royal cunt of yours. Faster. Harder.”

You are out of your head, fucking dead. Your mind cannot function when your cunt is so perfectly full and so painfully wet. Even so, still you know it will find ways to follow his orders. Your hands reach to clutch at his broad sculpted shoulders, to steady yourself as you scream his name over and over.

Arthur... Arthur... you feel so fucking blessed to be with the most valiant and virtuous of kings who ever lived, who also just happens to be the world’s most epic lover. Even in this instant, when you’re on top, for once, still he’s the one fucking you up. Ravaging your soaking wet cunt, like it’s his job. Ruining you in just the way you’ll always want. Ruthless and rough, and yet deep down so sweet and soft, the way you’ll always fucking love.

You can feel that he’s bound to burst at any second, and you’re begging... but your man has other plans, to finish off. In one swift motion lifts you up off of his lap and locks his lips on yours in a ferocious kiss, now as he stands, carries you over toward your throne to fuck you there just as he’d promised. 

Somehow Arthur has always known, that getting ravaged on your throne, by your beloved king... is something that the slut in you has always fucking wanted. More than anything. By now his kisses and his cock have got you senseless, breathless, barely even breathing. There’s no better fucking feeling.

“Now every time you sit your pretty ass upon this throne, Your Highness... want you to remember this,” he grunts, pinning you down and plunging deep inside your cunt. So deep inside it. “Now you’ll always be reminded. That you’re nothing but my filthy fucking whore. That you will always take my cock and beg for more. That you should never try to fight it.”

Holy mother of all fucking shit. By now your brain is blown to bits.

“Understand?” Arthur asks, like he has any right to, leaning down to press his sweat-slick forehead onto yours and clasp your face in his adoring hands. Fucking you so good, through and through. He knows you’d answer if you could, but that you can’t. “Of course you do. Good thing the same is true for the king too. For every part of me... the body and the heart of me... belongs to you. I am forever yours. Your fucking whore.”

With that you’re fucking done. And fucking damned. Your consciousness is all but gone, as Arthur slams deeper inside of you and desecrates your throne, designates every inch of it as his to own. From top to bottom. Fills you with his royal cum. Reminding you again, as if you’d ever have forgotten, that your cunt will always be his fucking kingdom.

And yet his whole kingdom... is all fucking yours. He’s made that clear to you before, but never more so than today.

No matter all your instincts to submit and to obey... no matter how dirty you play... despite the fact that you will always be his filthy little whore... you’re still his queen, and he makes sure you know exactly what that means. You own the king in every way.

“I’ll go fetch us some wine,” he whispers through a flurry of kisses as you slowly start to come down from your high, blinking all of the stars from your eyes. Or at least so you try. Arthur is the brightest star you ever could find, and good Lord how he shines. So divine, so damn bright you could die...

And you honestly might. Though he’s sure to love you back to life by the end of the night. 

As he leaves to get something for you both to drink, Arthur can’t help but glance back at you so beautifully fucked out on your throne, and he can’t help but think... oh, the things he would do for that woman. For you alone. Loves you and wants you and needs you more than anyone. Anything.

Good Lord, he thinks... that queen really has made a whore of her king.

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talking too fast - peter maximoff

this is my first peter maximoff fic, i actually really liked writing for him and i wouldn’t mind doing some more for him and maybe even warren if you guys would want that? idk this blog is kinda dead rn but i liked this request/idea a lot so show it some love if you like it <3

comments and reblogs are appreciated  <3

Request: Can you do like fake dating that end up in real love or something idk big cliché for our speedy boy. 'cause why tf not ksjdjdn

Word count: 3.7K (Jesus ok)

warning(s): swearing(it’s me, are we shocked? no), kinda angsty tbh, everyones a lil insecure but don’t worry it’s happy to end :)

(gifs not mine! he’s so cute oh my)

Peter Maximoff always had a tendency to go fast. That much could be seen in literally everything about him. The way he moved, the way he thought and if he was excited enough or angry enough, the way he spoke. You, of course, figured all of this out the hard way.  

It had started out innocently enough, some of the younger guys, mainly Scott, had made fun of Peter for not having a girlfriend, Peter, in response to the teasing told them that he did. He definitely didn't, but they didn't need to know that. And that's how you found yourself in your current predicament.

Peter was sprawled out on your bed, his legs hanging off the foot of the bed as he whined, “(Y/n) please! I need to prove I have a hot girlfriend!" 

Not looking up from the work you were doing at your desk, you laughed at him, "But Pete, you don't have a hot girlfriend."

The silver haired boy sighed audibly, lifting himself to sit up on your bed, at the same moment you spun around in your seat to face him.

"Nooooo…" He drew out and you shook your head in agreement, "No." You confirmed.

"But!" Peter shouted, pointing an accusing finger at you, a cheeky grin on his lips and his dimples peaking through.

"I do have a hot best friend!" He stated, wiggling his eyebrows at you, his grin turning pleading.

Peter was your best friend, ever since he'd joined the school of mutants he immediately became your favourite person and soon enough he'd claimed your best friend position. And vice versa.

You knew him better than he knew himself. So you also knew exactly what he was suggesting and you wouldn't lie and say that you never entertained the idea of being in a relationship with your doe eyed best friend, because you have, you've thought about it, you've thought about it way too much. 

For that reason you shook your head furiously at what he was insinuating, "Pete, no." 

He huffed, jumping off the bed and speeding infront of you, his eyes boring into yours. 

"Come on, sweetheart! It's not like we don't act like we're dating already, it's foolproof!" He reasoned and you couldn't dispute that you and Peter did act like a couple, and often got mistaken as already being a couple.

But still, you just couldn't put yourself through that sort of emotional stress, you wouldn't do it for a total stranger so you definitely wouldn't do it for your best friend who you've been harboring a huge crush on for the bones of a year. 

The risks it posed for your heart and your friendship with the speedster were just too high.

You couldn't help the laugh that fell from your throat as you watched Peter Maximoff, king of pranks and master of meaningless flirtations literally graveling on his knees in front of the chair you were sitting on. 

"Peter just because we cuddle in the common room and you call me 'sweetheart' sometimes does not mean we act like a couple."  right?

You told him only to be met by a frustrated whine, "Come on! I'm begging you! Just for like a week! Just to prove that I can get a hot girl to date me!" 

You stayed silent, looking at him expressionlessly. Don't give in.

"Please!" He pressed again. Don't.

"Pretty please! Hey, I'll even let you set the ground rules??? Huh???" He tried to persuade you, although he was speeding through every word he said, if you weren't used to him you probably wouldn't have caught half of what he was saying.

Don't. Fucking. Do. It.

His hands grabbed yours as he pulled you both up into standing position, he held your hands softly and gave you the puppy dog eyes that he knew always made you almost melt before releasing a final pleading, "Please?" 

Furrowing your eyebrows you let out the most dramatic sigh you could muster, but you couldn't hide the small smile growing on your lips "Fine, but you owe me." 

You're a fucking idiot. You scolded yourself silently. But how could you ever say no when he looks at you like you're the answer to everything? God you were more screwed than you thought.

"Yes! God I love my girlfriend!" He told you excitedly, pulling you in for a tight hug and kissing your cheek.

When Peter left your room that night your head was spinning and you couldn't be sure how things would go tomorrow.

Maybe you were overthinking it? You'd hold his hand for a few minutes and try and convince a bunch of sixteen years olds that your best friend could successfully obtain a girlfriend and then that would be it. But did you really want that to be it? No, you wanted more, but that you already knew. 

You'd set some ground rules with Peter to "protect the sanctity of our friendship" to which he'd laughed, but in reality the rules were to protect you from your own feelings.

Rule 1) No Kissing on the lips unless absolutely necessary

Rule 2) The lie would only be told to the students and not any of your colleagues (because you knew Peter's first stop would be rubbing your fake relationship in Warren Worthington III's face, they had some kind of light-hearted competition going on, you don't really know what it's about but you made it very clear to your best friend that you wanted no part in it.)

Rule 3) Peter cannot make comments about your fake sex life 

Rule 4) You had to wear an item of Peter's clothing to, in his words, "really sell the story."

And the final rule was, of course, no telling anybody it wasn't real.

The next day you and Peter walked hand and hand toward the common room where you could already hear Scott, Kurt, Jubilee and Jean chatting and having fun.

"You're so immature you know that, babe" You whisper quietly to your "boyfriend" while bumping his shoulders with your own which was clad in the material of his silver jacket. 

Abiding by the rules was all you were doing, you definitely weren't enjoying the way the sleeves were slightly too long so they covered your hands as far as your knuckles, or the way his scent covered you, that cologne he always wore which you happened to love the smell of and you definitely weren't enjoying the fact that despite the jacket being about two sizes too big for you it seemed to just fit. No, definitely not, you were just following Peter's rule.

He only laughed, "What's immature about wanting to show off my beautiful, stunning, hot, loving, smart, talented-" 

You had to cut him off before he could say the word "girlfriend" because you weren't his girlfriend, and hearing it would surely make you want to cry, right there in the hallway.

"Alright Romeo, I've already agreed to your babyish plan to psych out some teenagers, you don't have to butter me up."

As you entered the common room, Peter's face broke into a mischievous grin and you had a deep feeling in your stomach that this little show was going to go way too far. Hoping that this wouldn't be the end of your little show wasn't serving you very well at the moment.

You were absolutely screwed.

"Hey, nerds." Peter called out, pulling you into the room slightly behind him.

"Seriously, Maximoff? (Y/n)?" Scott asked as soon as he noticed your linked hands, his voice was disbelieving, you were a little offended honestly.

What's wrong with me? You wondered, if a pubescent sixteen year old boy could find faults in you maybe Peter was seeing the same things? Maybe that's why he doesn't really want you to be his girlfriend.

It seemed Peter noticed your panicked train of thought as he let go of your hand and wrapped an arm around your shoulder protectively, "What's that supposed to mean, Summers?"  

One of the things you loved about Peter was that he always defended you, even if you don't need defending he always has your back. But now wasn't the time to think about that, you could obsess about the feelings you so desperately try to hide for him later.

Noticing the growing irritation between the older 'couple' Scott shook his head, "No, nothing! (Y/n)'s hot, it's just, you two definitely aren't a thing."

At least they don't think I'm ugly, I guess.

 He stated, crossing his arms as the other teens nodded in agreement. All except Jean who was looking at you suspiciously.

"Why not?" Peter asked, raising an eyebrow. 

As the two boys entered what was essentially a pissing contest about how Peter couldn't handle you which turned into how Scott couldn't handle Jean and as it went on and on, Jean entered your head.

'You're not really dating are you?' she asked you, something hiding in her voice, a question within a question, there was something more she wanted to say.

'Why's me and Peter being together so hard to believe?' You asked her in response, sure Jean was a telepath but you've mastered the art of manipulating what she could see when she peaked in your mind, which is probably why she was so confused.

Not that you really had anything to hide from her, what you felt for the man arguing with the teen in the middle of the common room was genuine and authentic, but better safe than sorry.

'It's just… Don't you think you could do a little better?" She pushed and then you understood that had been what she really wanted to ask in the first place.

The question made you angry, how quick they were to lessen Peter's worth. This wasn't just an issue with the younger X-Men, but with the older ones too. It seemed that nobody could appreciate Peter Maximoff for the amazing person and mutant that he is. You knew it made him insecure, he'd confided in you on so many different occasions about his self worth and because of this you'd developed a need to throw hands with anyone that treated him like a joke.

He saw himself as a loser, so he let people treat him like one.

Before you could respond to Jean's question you were interrupted by Peter whining in your ear, "Baaaaaabe, tell these guys we're together!" 

Letting out a sigh to calm yourself, hiding your angry string of thoughts from Jean was exhausting, you let a small smile settle over your face and wrapped both your arms around Peter's middle, if they wanted a show you'd give them one.

"Okay kids, Peter and I are dating, we have been for the past while. We didn't say anything because we wanted to keep it on the down low but since it's out there now, yes, we are in fact, a couple." You confirmed, confidence clear in your voice, you were asserting the facts.

Peter nodded in agreement, a smug smile on his face, he looked so proud to call you his girlfriend and you felt a pang in your chest when you reminded yourself that it was only for show.

"How'd he manage to get a girl like you though? I don't get it." Scott piped up again and you couldn't hide the exhausted expression that crossed your face.

It got to Peter, the blatant disbelief towards him, you could tell his face fell ever so slightly before he regained his composure. So you squeezed him a little tighter.

"Well, he's sweet, he's caring, he's loyal, he knows me pretty much better than I know myself, he makes me smile and laugh, he knows exactly what to do when I'm sad and sure, sometimes he can be a little much and a huge pain in the ass but it's worth it." You told the group, squeezing Peter with every word you said, smiling at the little "hey" he let out when you called him a pain in the ass, the way he was looking down at you was so pure and loving that you completely forgot to remind yourself that it was just make believe.

Your description of your fake-but-wish-it-was-real-boyfriend received an "aww" from Jubilee and a smile from Kurt, Jean and Scott however, still looked apprehensive.

Keeping the red head out of your business was giving you a headache.

"Prove it." Scott challenged as you and Peter looked at each other in confusion, how were you supposed to prove it? These kids sure were ballsy.

"Kiss." Jean added and you couldn't physically stop your eyes from rolling and your lips from forming a smirk.

You were about to break your biggest rule, but you didn't care. The whole interaction with the teens had brought Peter's self-esteem way down and you could predict he'd be crying on your shoulder because of it later on tonight. You weren't going to deny him a kiss and you absolutely weren't going to embarrass him in front of Scott fucking Summers.

"Ok." You removed your arms from around Peter's middle and brought one hand to his cheek and let the other tangle in his Silver hair, he didn't miss a beat, immediately he pulled you flush against him and placed his hands on your hips, his movements were deliberate as if he'd been imagining kissing you for as long as you'd been imagining kissing him. You pushed that thought away, the truth that he didn't think about you that way hurt too much.

His lips met yours and you could've sworn you felt sparks flying from where your lips connected. The kiss was short but it was passionate and really, really, really good. His lips were chapped but soft and the way that they moved in sync with your own sent your head spinning and your heart flipping.

When you pulled away, Peter's lips chased yours and you giggled as he placed pecks on your lips multiple times before he finally allowed you to push him away.

If you weren't so caught up in the moment you would've cried, that was everything you've been wanting for so long, but it wasn't real. You didn't think about it though, it would get a chance to bring a tear to your eye later. When you're alone.

"Alright you're dating, Jesus, get a room." Scott scowled as he scrunched up his face in disgust at the display of affection he and his own girlfriend had demanded.

Laughing, you grabbed Peter's hand in yours and began walking back towards his room, you didn't feel like answering any more awkward questions and you needed a minute to recover from Jean's constant attempts to get into your subconscious.

Once you'd both entered Peter's room and shut the door behind you, you finally let your guard down with a loud sigh, flopping down on Peter's bed and throwing an arm across your eyes to block out the light.

"Jean's mind poking really is relentless huh?" Peter said, flopping down beside you. 

"Tell me about it. She's persistent as fuck." You laughed, turning your head to look at Peter, who was already looking at you.

"That no kissing rule didn't last too long, couldn't resist?" Peter asked jokingly but you could tell that he wanted to know what caused you to abandon your number one rule.

Chewing on your cheek, you debated on whether or not you should spill all or just tell him what he needed to know at this moment in time. Going this the latter you sighed again.

"They were being assholes, I wasn't gonna embarrass you by saying no, was I?" Peter's smile was soft but it didn't reach his eyes, your voice was quiet when you added, "Besides, you looked like you needed a kiss."

His face was now turned to the ceiling with a thoughtful look adorning his features. 

As you both laid side-by-side on the unmade double bed, close enough that your arms were touching but not close enough for your fingers to be intertwined, you, a hopeless romantic, hopelessly falling for your best friend as you wear his favorite jacket and lay on his bed. And Peter who looked like he was trying to figure out the universe's greatest mystery. As you laid with each other, a heavy silence settled over you both, until Peter turned his face back to you, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Can I ask you something, (Y/n)?" Nodding wordlessly, you turned your entire body to face him, so that you were laying on your side.

"Am I really that bad?" He asked, his brown eyes staring into yours.

"What do you mean?" You asked him, you knew where this conversation was about to go, but he had a lot to say and you wanted to let him let it all out.

"All those guys back there, they didn't think I could really be your boyfriend… and hey they're probably right, you could do better. But is it really that unbelievable that someone could love me?" His last question came out cracked and tears filled his chestnut eyes.

Your own eyebrows furrowed now, you put your hand on his face and brushed the tear that slipped from his eye away. "No, Pete. What's unbelievable to me is that people can't see how fucking incredible you are." You told him, your emotions coming through in your voice, anger and sadness taking over.

"No," Peter shook his head, again returning his face to look at the ceiling before he went on, "they're right, I couldn't get a girl, especially not one like you."

That hurt, you have to admit that it hurt you so bad to hear him talk so badly about himself but what hurt most was the fact that Peter didn't want a girl that was you, no, just one that was like you.

"You have a girl like me, Pete." You reminded him sadly, turning your own face to the ceiling.

Who knew one outing as a fake couple would be all it took to make you fall apart? You did, you knew from the beginning.

Peter was upset, it was obvious by the way he spoke next, too fast and before he thought.

"No, I don't, not really. You're this incredible, pretty girl. You're talented and your mutation is useful and everyone loves you! I'm just this loser who people don't take seriously and pretty soon you're going to realize that and just leave like everyone else." 

The pit of your stomach has never felt so deep before, it was so clear to you now, in his voice, it was there, he didn't trust you to stay. And that fact hurt more than any heartbreak of rejection ever could.

Sitting up on the bed, you looked down at him, fighting the tears that were attempting to gather in your eyes.

"I know you're not a loser, Peter. I know you're incredible and talented and maybe the best friend I've ever had. But if you think I'm shallow enough to leave you behind, for some preppy asshole, you really don't trust me as much as I trust you." You finished, tears falling freely as you got off of the bed and made your way toward the door before he sped infront of you, standing between you and the door.

His eyes were wide, like a deer caught in headlights, "That's not what I meant to say!" 

You didn't say anything, just stared at him, tears falling and waiting for him to say his piece.

"I trust you more than anyone, you know everything about me, I'm sorry my mouth was going too fast and it came out all wrong." He was still rushing through his words but he took a deep breath before going on again.

"What I was trying to say is," he swallowed thickly, he was nervous, scared even, "you're amazing, you're my best friend and I've had this scenario running in my head of maybe being more than just friends. But I was afraid if I told you and you didn't feel the same you'd leave because of how awkward it would be." 

Your heart was pounding, if you had a few broken ribs after this conversation  you wouldn't be surprised, "oh."

"And when I suggested you be my fake girlfriend you were so reluctant that I figured I never had a shot. But then we kissed and I just can't come to terms with a kiss like that meaning nothing." He told you, hands finding yours, carefully.

This time it was you who was speaking before thinking, "I'm in love with you."

Hearing the words fall out of your mouth, your eyes widened, months of trying to hide the fact and you managed to let it slip out into the open without it even crossing your mind first.

Taking a shaky breath you decided to speak again and hopefully ease Peter out of the shocked state your declaration put him in.

"I didn't wanna fake date you because I wanted to real date you and I was afraid it would hurt too much. That kiss, it was real for me, I had kinda been wanting to do it for a while." You confessed to him, squeezing his hands that were still holding onto yours.

A smile overtook his face, his dimples showing and his eyes brightening, his face was lit up with what seemed like pure happiness like a puppy who's owner just got home from work.

"I love you too." 

Oh thank God.

"I knew you couldn't resist." He added shooting you a cheeky wink before he pulled you against his chest, his face was so close to yours, your noses touched and his lips met yours again.

This time was different, though. It was real and you both knew it and both wanted it.

His fingers intertwined with yours as he pulled his lips away from yours, his boyish smile coming back as he rested his forehead against yours.

"So, um, do you maybe wanna be my girlfriend, like really be my girlfriend?" He asked, still nervous about asking you despite the fact you'd both just made your feelings toward each other perfectly clear.

"I'd love to." You replied, connecting your lips to his again.

Safe to say, fake dating Peter turned into a total shit show but you're really glad it did.

let me know what you think <33

#peter maximoff #peter maximof x reader #x-men #x-men x reader #evan peters #evan peters x reader #x-men days of future past #peter maximoff imagine #x reader #marvel #mcu #mcu x reader

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The Kombat Krew with their S/O during pregnancy;

A carry on from the pregnancy post. Link is in my masterlist! I swear I’m working on some NSFW stuff, it’s just not coming along quickly. Pun not intended. So, have some fluff. I love fluff deep down in my Goblin encrusted heart.  GIFS do not belong to me/ I did not make them, they belong to their creators! More content under the cut, it was a long arse post!

Kabal;

·         This man is excited, whether it be pre or post burns. You are literally carrying his child. Fuck, women are strong. How are you doing it? Like he is obsessed with you.

·         He starts to lend you his flannel jackets/ shirts for night time, because your clothes are struggling to fit over the bump.

·         Speaking of the bump, he will talk to it, have his hand on it constantly and generally be cute as fuck around it.

·         He will stop anyone from swearing around it, once he finds out they develop ears. Only for himself to end up swearing ‘Will you stop fucking swearing… I mean shit, fuck no. FUCK!”

·         Saying that, he will, whilst you’re sleeping, put headphones over your bump, and play some of his horrific music taste. Preparing them for dad embarrassment really.

·         He’s at every appointment with you. He’s not the best at understanding at first. Like, when he hears the whole birthing process, he kind of drops whatever he’s holding.

·         He’s really supportive though, he’s totally helping with the birthing plan. He knows exactly which route to take to the hospital.

·         At night when you can’t sleep, he can’t sleep. He’ll try easing your pain, rubbing your back and holding you tightly. Whispering how he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with the two of you.

·         He wonders if they’ll develop his powers, like, could they? Imagine that.

·         Scan. Fucking. Photos. Everywhere. Proud dad already.

·         He’ll insist on helping decorate the nursery. He has no idea what he’s doing but he does manage to assemble stuff. He wants you to take it easy, so you’re left putting the wooden sticks into the holes.

·         He’s really patient with you, helps with your cravings. You want chicken nuggets and its like 4 in the morning. He’ll go down and get you some, he can’t promise he’ll be fully dressed when doing it.

·         God its cold, he feels his nipples will freeze off; but he reminds himself, you’re literally carrying a growing human inside of you.

·         He’ll hold your hair back when you throw up, he’ll also apologise, because he did this to you almost.

·         He’ll be always texting you potential names as well. Like Oh, message from Kabal… and it’s how you should name your kid Buddy.

·         Speaking of names. He’d want either some classic names or maybe something a bit cooler. Archer and Hunter are on his list. But he’s also got names like Karlito (The K is important remember that) and Diego on there. For girls’ names, he’d lean towards Kallisto (remember the K) and Lucia. And for none-conventual names, he leans towards nerdier names.  

·         Post-Burn; He’s nervous, what are they going to think about him? Will they be scared of him? When you get him to place his hands on your bump and talk; the moment they kick, he feels at peace. They do know its him and he’s going to make an excellent dad.

·         When Kano suggests the name ‘Kano Jr.’ Kabal launches his hot coffee at him.

·         God forbid anyone looks at you wrong. Hooksword to the arse.

·         He debates going straight, finding a better and legal job. He wants to set a good example for his future kid.

·         His new motivation is what’s best for the baby. He doesn’t want to risk not been there, watching them grow up and being able to be a dad. Something he’s always wanted.

Sub Zero (Kuai Liang);

·         Can’t sugar coat this one. But you’ve literally a Cryomancer growing inside you. Kuai doesn’t sugar coat it either.

·         Prepare to have your bodily senses clash. Because you’re one minute too cold, so you try to warm up, only to then be too hot.

·         Kuai. Feels. Fucking. Terrible. He’s excited to be a father, but he doesn’t like seeing you in pain.

·         He’s extremely supportive though. He’s giving you back rubs, helping to ease the discomfort.

·         He’ll offer to help teach you some meditation techniques, to try and help distract you from the pain.

·         One thing that gets to you, the baby will react to his power. And he’s developed a habit of placing his hand on your bump, whilst you’re asleep. So yeah. Prepare for a night of being kicked in the ribs.

·         It’s cute it knows who his dad is. But you just want some sleep.

·         If you fall asleep, you fall asleep. He isn’t going to wake you. He’ll drape a blanket over you and keep checking on you.

·         When you wake up, you’ve usually a note with a list of potential names.

·         Don’t let him pain the nursery. He can’t paint, and all his stars look weird.

·         He will read every parenting book available, he’ll ask advice off anyone. Poor Hanzo, is being bombarded with questions.

·         When he sees a scan photo for the first time, you swear you see him tear up a little. Of course, he’ll go get mushy in private. But he carries the scan photo with him everywhere.

·         He will make you tea when you need it.

·         Is supportive and is encouraging.

·         Is protective, like he’s not going to want to go far and leave you. Bi-Han insists he can look after you, yeah, that’s not good enough.

·         He also doesn’t want you to over-exert yourself, so he wishes you’d rest more.

·         If Smoke isn’t being left to look after you, what fucking chance does his brother have?

·         He’s so organised, everything is on time, everything is ready, he’s got all your appointments down. So, fucking organised.

Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi);

·         He’s been through this once. So, he thought, this time, he’d be prepared. How fucking wrong he was.

·         He’s more prepared than the others, but still, he panics a little.

·         He doesn’t want you over-exerting yourself at all. He can decorate and do everything. Just please relax.

·         If anyone swears, they are getting a death glare. They can hear, and he’ll be damned if his kids first word is, “Shit”

·         Takeda has to put up with it all. Poor bastard.

·         He’ll get you whatever you want. He’s so soft around you. He’ll literally go from shouting at someone, to asking is his precious beansprout is fine.

·         He can actually paint so the nursery decorating is in good hands. He’s calm and collect mostly. He does panic a little when he has to leave. It more nerves.

·         He becomes very over-protective, which is understandable, since you know, what happened to him.

·         He re-reads a lot of the parenting books. He’ll love to read them, whilst you’re laid next to him, fast asleep. He’s holding the book with one hand and rubbing your bump with the other.

·         If you have aches (I headcanon he’s got overly warm hands) he’ll use his hands to try and ease the discomfort. King of getting knots out of your back.

·         You’re too tired to walk? He’ll either get you what you want, or he’ll carry you back to bed.

·         He’ll lay awake with you if you can’t sleep. You’ll both talk about potential names, he’ll lean more towards traditional, but he’s not afraid of modern ones either.

·         He’ll always have an arm around your waist, his hand on your bump. It’s not PDA, he’s protecting the two things he loves the most.

·         Will get very emotional when he feels the baby move/kick.

·         The guilt is subdued, feelings of pride and joy wash over him. He’s so excited to get a second chance at this. He wells up a lot. He’s completely in love with the both of you. 

Bi-Han;

·         He’s so organised. He’s got a calendar, dedicated specifically to your pregnancy. He’s counting down the days, hours and minutes, till their born.

·         He’s got the names sorted, their training schedule sorted, but not the Nursery.

·         Everything is blue. Fucking everything. The walls, the clothes, the crib. Everything needs to be blue.

·         He’s very supportive, and he wants to spend all of his time with you. Every moment is vital.

·         You’re also carrying a Cryomancer, so he wants to be there to help. He remembers how sick his mother got when carrying Kuai.

·         He’s prepared, he’s got special tea, herbs and anything that maybe able to quell the discomfort.

·         He knows the road is going to be hard, so it’s why he wants to be prepared.

·         He’ll love to have you sit on his knee, whilst he’s lounging, gently rubbing your back and bump. In an attempt to ease any knots/discomfort.

·         He’ll insist on you taking it easy, he doesn’t want anything to stress you out. You need to remain calm.

·         Like Kuai, the baby would react to his power, so would move around a lot more.

·         As much as he likes traditional names, he wasn’t always one to be traditional, so he’s open to other suggestions. Just nothing too ridiculous.

·         Will not let you name the baby Snow, or anything ice related, it’s too fucking obvious… they can have it as a code name when their older. Like Tundra was Kuai’s name growing up.

·         He will stay awake with you when you cannot sleep. Will offer to read to you or use his voice to soothe you back to sleep.

·         He’s proud of you and will compliment you none stop. You’re doing something amazing, and something he could never do.

 Erron Black;

·         Whilst your pregnant, he changes a lot. He’s no longer driven and focused by wealth, he does what he thinks is right for the baby. Much like Kabal.

·         He stops accepting jobs that will take him far away. He wants to spend the next eight or so months with you.

·         The further on you go, he’ll stop taking jobs that take him too far, he wants to be within running distance.

·         He calls in every favour under the sun. Someone owes him a debt? They better get their arse over to him now.

·         He’s got Kabal painting the nursery and assembling furniture. Kano is being forced to do heavy lifting. Why are they doing it? Because Erron stated he could probably shoot their balls off; no one wants to test their might/luck against his sharpshooting.

·         He’s obsessed with your bump. Like you hardly see him smile, but this pregnancy is bringing out another side of him. A more gentle and funnier one.

·         Every kick brings about a smile, small movements make him stare down at it in awe.

·         You’ve caught him talking to the bump at night when he thinks you’re asleep.

·         He’s whispering about how he thinks the name ‘Jessie’ is a good name, queue the kick, which validates his point.  

·         Speaking of names; Jessie, Cassidy, Flynn, Morgan, Wyatt, Arthur, Cash. Annie, Pearl, Rose, Belle, Adelaide, Bonnie.  They are his top picks. He’s put a lot of thought into them actually.

·         Is very supportive. He’ll still talk you up and charm you, because he thinks you’re still as beautiful as the day you met.

·         He’ll also help you as much as possible. He feels to blame when he watches you struggle to stand, because your ankles are swelling.

·         He’ll fetch you whatever your heart desires, you want something that can only be found in Outworld? Then he’s going back to call in a favour with his favourite Kahn.

·         Would prefer it if you gave birth in a Hospital. Medicine has really come along, and he doesn’t want any risks.

·         Has already bought a matching hat for them.

Raiden;

·         He always said he liked learning about mortals. Well, here is his fucking learning curve. The Human body is fucking weird. We cannot deny this.

·         He is horrified learning about human pregnancy/ the whole birthing process. What. The. Actual. Fuck?

·         He cannot believe he’s going to be the root cause, essentially, of the worst pain of your life.

·         He does however, think you can handle it. You’re a strong person and he will support you through it all.

·         You literally went to sleep the night after telling him and woke up, to see he’d read a lot of parenting books.

·         He’s already mapped out a plan and he’s already started packing the over night bag… that you won’t need for like seven months?

·         Because this is all new to him, he will let you take charge. You’re the one who’s carrying his child, whatever you says, goes. Unless, it puts either of you in harms way. Then he’ll intervene.

·         He never thought he’d be a parent, so names aren’t something he’s thought of massively. He’ll let you decide but will throw in the odd suggestion.

·         He’s actually got a steady hand, so you leave him to paint and decorate the nursery.

·         He does doodle a little lightening bolt and a cloud; representing him and Fujin. We all know Fujin would be one of the godparents. Literally.

·         He knows his child will be well protected. I mean, he’s got you as a mother, a God as a father, a few shaolin monks, a few Kahns, a bunch of Special Forces members, two grandmasters and another god to help out.

·         Because he’s unsure of human pregnancy/the whole process, he lets you lead, so he won’t be going overboard. He’s the right balance and follows your lead.

·         He’s very receptive to your needs. So, he’ll fetch you tea, food and hot water bottles.

·         He loves to have a hand on your bump, feeling the baby kick, it reminds him and grounds him almost. He’s helped to create this, and he’s finally got a little slice of happiness. The man deserves it.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #x reader #sub zero #kuai liang #scorpion #hanazo hasashi #erron black #kabal #raiden #bi-han #Sub-zero #Sub-zero x reader #sub zero x reader #kuai liang x reader #scorpion x reader #hanazo hasashi x reader #kabal x reader #erron black x reader #bi-han x reader #raiden x reader #mortal kombat 11 #mk #mk11 #mk11 x reader #mk x reade

[thotantics]

⚤   pairing — reader + Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, and Min Yoongi

✎ word count — 1,119

✦ genre — smut, drabble, pwp

✗ warnings  — graphic description of sex, foursome, dirty talk, anal, double penetration

[requested] Please my love could I have some Namjoon and/or Seokjin smut w/ the prompt “Think you can fit more inside of you?” 😩❤️ by @sweet-teeth-mfs + REQUEST  Hope I’m not too late! Lovely your work and would love to see the below if you’re up for it of course. The most appropriate prompt I could see was “Think you can fit more inside of you?” for a Reader x Namjoon x Yoongi (not sure if you’re up for that) Good luck and look forward to it if picked by anonymous

under the cut bc of instant filth... i literally cannot stress this enough this is N A S T Y

You lean forward, gripping Namjoon’s calves for purchase as he prods against your clenched hole with a gentle finger.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” He asks you, voice husky but as gentle as his touch. You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. It’s a little uncomfortable at first, especially when he grips you and has you change positions, laying you back against his chest, but it’s not as painful as the last time you had tried to do this.

Having Namjoon fill your asshole was always...interesting. He really got off on it, raving about how tight you are and, god, how he loved to cum inside your ass. Anal wasn’t really your favorite thing in the world to do, but you found it tolerable, if not sometimes uncomfortable. This time, however, he’d taken his time prepping you and by the time you were filled with him, laying with your back against his chest, you were feeling pretty good about it.

Mainly because you were staring at the foot of your shared bed at two other men, cocks rock solid in their grip, and you knew the fleeting burn of having Namjoon in your ass was nothing compared to what you were about to do. To what you were about to let them do to you.

Namjoon’s lips are soft against your neck, his hips surging forward just a little, hands gripping your thighs and spreading you open on top of him as he whispers softly, “Good girl...let them see.”

You notice Seokjin first, standing tall and broad, cock in his fist. He’s smiling at you, lips curled as he watches you flex, wince, and adjust to Namjoon’s girth. Then you see Yoongi, standing farther back but watching just as eagerly, just as naked and erect as the other two men. He makes eye contact with you and offers you a sweet little smile.

Namjoon loops one arm around your ribs, holding you tightly to his chest, and his other hand caresses your trembling thigh, whispering in your ear, “Open up, baby girl.” Then he raises his voice to get the others’ attention, and says, “Jin hyung, you first. Come and take her pussy.”

Seokjin’s climbing on the bed without any other instructions, licking his lips eagerly as Namjoon strokes his nimble fingers over your sex. “She needs to be filled, hyung. She’s dripping wet.”

You lock eyes with Jin and he lowers himself over top of you first, hand on his cock as he replaces Namjoon’s fingers, stroking your slit with the tip of himself. “Don’t be nervous.” He tells you softly, and his lips press against yours.

“I’m not.” You tell him, but the hand that reaches out to grasp onto his shoulder is trembling and Seokjin smiles even broader at you.

“Good girl~, so tough.” He sweeps a kiss to your cheek, kissing a path down your neck as Namjoon kisses the opposite side and then...you feel Seokjin enter you, too. He glides inside fairly easily, smirking against your lips as he says, “I can feel your boyfriend stuffed into your tight little ass.”

Seokjin’s lips are a good distraction for a moment while he lazily fucks your pussy, groaning sporadically when he feels Namjoon thrust into your ass in response to his movements. But you’re acutely aware of the fourth person in the room, watching silently, not having moved a muscle since the last time you spared him a glance.

Until you hear the slick sounds from the foot of the bed and you stop kissing Jin long enough to look over his shoulder. Yoongi is stroking an obscene amount of lube over himself, chest heaving slightly, face and neck red as he shambles on his knees at the foot of the bed closer and closer behind Seokjin.

“What do you say, baby?” Namjoon asks from behind you, whispering against the cup of your ear, “Think you can fit more inside of you?”

Jin is draped over you, face buried in the crook of your neck, sucking and licking a red mark into your skin when his forearms slip under your thighs, lifting your legs up and exposing you all the more to Yoongi. All he has to do is lean in with his hips and nudge past Seokjin’s balls, rubbing the head of his cock against the base of Jin’s shaft, still buried within you.

The resistance at first burns a little worse than the pain of having your ass filled, but Yoongi is careful, Seokjin is deep, and the moment all three of them are inside of you at once, Namjoon is able to distract you from the pain of being stretched so fully by fucking up into your slick, loose asshole.

“Oh, my god,” You bellow, head throwing back against Namjoon who, despite all the weight pressing down on him, and the various limbs in the way, manages to fuck your ass and reach a hand between your and Seokjin’s abdomens, feeling until he finds your clit.

“Don’t make me cum yet!” You beg, “Not yet!” you dig your heels into Seokjin’s ass, your hands reaching as far as you can until you sink your nails into Yoongi’s hips, drawing them both tighter against you, “Use me!!” You cry out, “Use me and fill me up first, please!”

It’s awkward at first, all three of them want to move at separate paces and you whimper, waiting for them to figure out how to build up a rhythm together. It’s mostly Yoongi and Namjoon in the end, taking turns slipping in and out, in and out, while the friction from Yoongi pressing into your pussy, stuffed full already with Seokjin, makes the latter cum first.

He empties himself deep, rutting on top of you while you bite at his shoulders, his face red and voice pitched up high as he cums. Namjoon cums next, cussing into your ear, “My dirty girl. You’re so fucking nasty, baby girl, letting my friends use your pussy, letting me use your ass, letting us - ugh! - fill you up with cum!”

Yoongi’s the last to cum, and it’s as you lock eyes over Seokjin’s shoulder and he smiles at you, breathless and red and sweating, that you finish together. It’s intense, to be filled so fully and to cum after such a long session of foreplay and a lot (a L O T) of dirty talk that had led the four of you to this point.

You swear you’ve never cum so hard in your life. Which is exactly why you’re already planning on asking your boyfriend to invite his friends back over long before the three of them even manage to withdraw from inside of you.

#bts smut #namjoon smut #seokjin smut #yoongi smut #ouch the hyung line minus hobi :((((( i lowkey wish id added him but ITS TOO MANY PENISES #this was.......fun to write #im salivating #oof #drabble #mine

[maybemitch]

PAIN WORSE THAN DEATH

Description: “How many times can one endure a pain much worse than death?” - OR - In which, a girl in the apocalypse watches her friend be in pain.

Word Count: 2,984

Warning: lots of swearing, mentions of blood, epsiode 3 events.

FORGIVE ME LOUIS STANS!

Fem!Reader

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“Get the fuck off me,” Y/N shouted as she was being dragged by the hood of her ash grey hoodie. The women which went by the name of Dorian was the one which was doing the dragging. The older women hadn’t cared to wait for the girl to wake up, not did she bother to keep her in pristine condition like she was supposed to. Y/N balled her first, banging the floor either side of her as she struggled to breath, “Let me go, you evil bitch!”

Dorian scoffed, opening up the door which was diagonal across from where Aasim and Omar were locked up and threw her in. The older women’s face twisted into a sadistic smirk as she saw the girl double over, coughing for her breath. The sound of mental scraping echoed in the small room, the signalling that they were now officially prisoners to the Delta and they weren’t leaving the room any time soon - unless Clementine and the rest showed up to save the day.

Shuffling of footsteps were heard outside of the door and down the corridor. A hushed whisper tone was pasted back and forth between two people. One of the voices belongs to Minerva, a voice in which Y/N had thought she’d never hear again consider she was declared dead by Marlon and Brody over a year ago. Y/N couldn’t hear a thing which they were saying, only what sounded like coded names for people which meant something to them but not to the Ericson group.

“Y/N?” Louis whispered from behind the girl. At the sound of his voice, Y/N turned around, a beaming grin plastered over her face as she saw the boy which wore his beloved trench coat. Louis crouched down, enveloping her into a tight hug, his chin resting on her shoulder, “You don’t understand how happy i am to see you”.

Y/N nodded into him, not daring to remove her arms from his tall frame, “Im so sorry. I tried helping you but i made us both get captured. I fucked up, I really did”.

Louis laughed lightly, “Don’t beat yourself up. At least you tried to help me. I thank you enough for that”.

Y/N pulled away from the hug first and began to rest of the heels of her feet, smiling at Louis. “At least we’re together right now. And not in separate rooms,” Y/N scratched the back of her neck looking around the very bland room, “Did they take your deck of cards?”

Louis patted down his pockets, trying to locate the rectangular box. He soon came to the realisation that they had indeed took his cards, luckily enough he had enough deck at home - that’s if they make it. Louis nods his head and then lowers it in disappointment, “They took my deck of cards”.

“Them bastards,” Y/N laughed, making Louis laugh with her. The way she said it was in a joking matter but could be taking literal considering the situation they were in, “Now what on earth are we meant to do. Sit here and wait?”

“I suppose,” Omar called out from across the way. Louis and Y/N both got to their feet and moved over to the door, their hands wrapping around the bars on it. Omar and Aasim were doing the exact same, looking in the direction of their friends. “I mean, what else are we meant to do?”

“Are you even meant to be standing?” Louis and Y/N asked at the same time, the two then nudging each other in a playful manner - their way of saying jinx.

Aasim rolled his eyes, “Ive told him to stay sitting down but he’s a persistent one. But no”.

Omar poked Aasim in annoyance, “Dude, i’m standing right besides you. I have ears”.

Y/N rolled her eyes and back away from the door. She could still hear the miniature argument Aasim and Omar were having, the points within it was bizarre and unnecessary but they make her chuckle every now and then when one which reply with something out of the blue, she swore she could hear the perplexed look in their faces.

Louis was still hanging around the door, pulling it back and forth every now and then trying to break the door hinges due to how rusty they were. He would groan at it every now and then, giving it an unnecessary kick for good measure, but it wouldn’t do anything.

Y/N was slouched up in the corner, her knees brought into her chest. Her eyes were trained on to Louis still, who would still occasionally let out small frustrated screams. Deep inside of her, Y/N wished the male would shut up, feeling as if his behaviour is a little unnecessary for the situation, but he wouldn’t see it that way.

“For fuck sake,” Louis cried out, his hand still shaking the door. Aasim and Omar were trying to calm him down from their cell but the dreadlocked boy wasn’t having any off it, “How the fuck are you so calm, Y/N?”

The girl blinked as she saw the boy spin around in rage - it was out of Louis’ character, something she had never seen in him before. She shrugged, “Because i believe in Clem. She isn’t one to admit defeat is she? You know full fucking well, she coming up with a plan!”

“I also believe in Clem but it doesn’t mean we have the right to sit down and god damn relax about it,” Louis took a step closer. Down the corridor people were rushing up, wanting to silence the commotion. Y/N kept glancing to the door, to give Louis a heads up but he wasn’t taking it, “They kidnapped us. Out of our homes! They’re fucking pricks!”

Before Y/N could speak, Dorian appeared between the bars of the door, snapping her fingers to Louis. The dreadlocked male turned around, panic set onto his face as he took a deep gulp, “Shut up. Don’t make me tell you again”.

Louis nodded rapidly, not wanting to be screamed at. Dorian smirk and turned away, only after checking on Aasim and Omar. The dreadlocked boy looked down to his friend and shrugged her off, placing his hands on his hips and began to walk in a small circle.

“Un-fucking-believable,” Louis muttered. Y/N and Aasim both winced at the sound of his voice. Louis was still walking around in a circle, “Not only are we hostages, we’ve more a less been stripped of our speaking rights”.

“And yet you’re still speaking,” Y/N whispered her reply, stating the obvious once again. She tapped her foot against the floor and then patted the empty space besides her, “How about you come sit down and take a breather? Maybe shut it for a while”.

“No, Y/N,” Louis replied, his voice rising his voice once again. Y/N was wincing once again, she knew his voice was beginning to bounce down to walls to where Dorian potentially stood. Y/N was set into a panic when she noticed Louis walking back to the door and rested his back against it, “Why should I? I have a right to speak?”

“That you do, Louis,” Y/N pointed out, pushing herself to her feet by using the wall, “But we don’t want to risk anything, so please. Shut it”.

Louis took it into consideration for a moment but decided against it, therefore resulting in him talking continuously about varies of topics.

One was how it was totally unfair that the school allowed this to happen, Y/N had pointed out that Clementine only has two hands and cannot do everything. Another topic was how he didn’t want to be solider, Y/N had pointed out that he wouldn’t be because Clementine would be here in no time. One was about how he missed his cards, which resulted in him kicking the door in frustration and how he missed his piano in times like these. Y/N had tried to reassure him that everything will be fine, and that they would be home before they knew it.

Y/N knew staying optimistic was the best thing to do right now. But what she didn’t know was that Louis was being pessimistic because he didn’t want to be let down by anything.

“And you know what else is pissing me off. And is totally unfair?” Louis asked, his voice raised to the maximum, his foot constantly tapping against the floor. Aasim, Omar and Y/N shrugged, knowing full well he was going to tell them regardless of their answer, “How they are keeping us as prisoners, when we’re in the fucking right! I mean what did they expect us to do? Sit back and let them take us? No! We were defending our home, which these pricks took from us!”

“Louis!” Y/N hissed.

A hand grabbed Louis through the gap in the door, the poor boy gasped in due to him being startled. Dorian was once again holding a sadistic smirk on her face. Besides her stood their leader, Lilly, who was holding a disapproved look.

“Let him go, I want to go inside,” Lilly ordered. Dorian dropped the boy from her grasp, making Louis scramble to the corner where Y/N sat slouched. Aasim and Omar were standing closely at the door watching what the women was doing. Dorian bent down, unlocking the door and pulled it backwards, the door hinges began to squeak and it swung open, Lilly stepping a foot into the room, “Dorian told me you’ve been acting out”.

Louis looked down to Y/N who was still in the corner, wanting her to support, but the girl was looking down at the floor, where the peoples shoes were. Louis gulped, looking around the room, causing Lilly to laugh lightly.

“Now, she’s asked you nicely to stop talking, but she informed that you didn’t listen to that,” Lilly took a step forwards, Louis was finding himself hands pressed up against the wall, trying to get more space between him and the Delta Lilly. “Let’s have a chat outside. Come along”.

Louis gulped, his hand moving down to grab the girls shoulder. He was scared and Y/N could tell with the way he was acting.

Y/N grabbed his hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze, “Can you stay here?” Y/N begged as she realised Louis didn’t want to move nor leave the girls side, “Please”.

Lilly nodded her head towards the boy, Dorian came marching into the room, grabbing ahold of his forearm and yanking him forwards. Louis emitted a scream, a fear bubbling more rapidly as the seconds go by. Y/N had managed to pull herself to her feet in a split second, ready to race after Louis but Lilly held her hand up.

“I’d advise you to stay here,” Lilly advised, tilting her head as she spoke, “This is going to be a personal matter that he and I will have to discuss”

Lilly moved to the door, slamming it shut behind her and locking up right up. Dorian held tightly onto Louis who was still panicking, Aasim and Omar were standing by the door, trying to reach out for their friend to sooth him.

Y/N ran to the door, wrapping her hands around the bars, sneering at the women, “What the fuck are you going to do to him! Don’t you lay a fucking hand on him you bitch!”

“I’d watch your mouth, if i were you girl,” Dorian snapped before dragging the dreadlocked male out of the scene, Lilly following closely behind them.

Y/N tried to watch the three leave, taking a left at the end of the corridor. Yet all she could see was three shadows in the candle light. Aasim and Omar looked over to her, noticing the rage which was visible one her face. They could see her hands tightening around the bars, the knuckles changing colour due to the pressure. Y/N groaned, kicking the door once, then twice and then a third time.

“Y/N, stop!” Omar called out across the way, wanting to protect his school friend. “Please”.

Down the hall, a scream occurred. One in which belonged to Louis. None of the three other students could tell what was happening, but it involved something happening to their dear friend, someone which they have known the whole walker age.

Y/N shook the door once again, “What the fuck are you doing to him? You psychopaths! You hear me? You’re fucking psychopaths!”

Footsteps patted up the floor, a moaning mess of some nonsense occurring. Dorian appeared in the door, her hand holding tightly onto Louis’ shoulder. Louis was holding onto his jaw, for a reason unknown to the people around them. Swinging the door the open, Dorian gestured Louis inside the room which be obliged too, not wanting to mess up any further.

Y/N held her arms open for the boy, which Louis took as an invitation to bury himself into he crock of her neck. Whilst he move into her, the girl noticed the stream of crimes in blood dribbling down his chin. Louis sobbed hard into her, his chest moving in her arms.

“What did they do to you, Louis?” Y/N asked, as she rubbed his back. She glanced over to Aasim and Omar who were mouthing ‘what’s happened’ to which Y/N replied with a small shrug which went undetected by the dreadlocked male.

Louis pulled away, a small smile on his lips, despite the fact blood was running down his face. Y/N could sense he was shaken up, he was allowed to be with whatever happened to him.

“You’re okay,” Y/N whispered to him, holding onto his forearms, “Ive got you, I’ve got you. You’re okay”.

Louis once again smiled, nodding his head to her words, finding a comfort in them. Louis finally removed himself from the girl and quickly crawled over to the corner, his back towards the room.

Aasim spoke up, “Is he alright?”

Y/N lowered her voice, not wanting the same fate, “They cut out his tongue. He’s pretty shaken up which is understandable. I’ll fucking hurt them if they lay on hand on him again. Any of you for the matter”.

Louis tried to shout out, yet only muffled sounds came out. Inside of his mouth, he could taste a metallic substances. It was on his checks, the back of his throat and the small reminder of his tongue. Never once in his life had he favoured the taste of blood - no one liked the taste - but as of this moment, he couldn’t do anything about it.

Y/N shushed the boy, not wanting him to strain his mouth. She didn’t know how much pain he was in, but she could only imagine what he felt.

Y/N looked through the gaps of the door. The women known as Dorian was patrolling back up the walk way, a weapon in her hand. Y/N could feel her finger nails digging down in her hand in rage; most likely going to leave moon crevices in her skin.

A fiery range was lighten inside of her the moment the women turned with a smirk on her face, pure satisfaction with the looming silence she now had.

“It’s a nice sound, isn’t it?” Dorian asked as she raised her weapon - a knife. The sharp end of the blade was beginning to be waved in the girls face, “The silence. it’s a shame that your friend had to lose muscle”.

Y/N spat. A grin plastered itself on her face as she watched it fall down Dorians face. “You seem to have something on your face, right here,” Y/N directed to the location the spit was with her hand.

This gesture caused Dorian to shoot her arm which was holding the knife through the gap, and slash away at the young girls arm. The impact of the knife on the skin make the girl hiss out in pain, the red blood now staining the grey arm on the hoodie she wore.

“Does it satisfy you when you torture kid?” Y/N snapped, her eyes avoid Aasim and Omar who were frantically waving their arms around to make her shut up, “Because if it does your sick”.

Dorian smirked, wiping the blood from the blade on her outfit, “Listen here girl. I think it would be best if you behave. Would want to end up like that boy. Would you?”

“Lay your hand on me again, and i bloody snap it,” Y/N barked which caused Dorian to take a step back, “I have it in me”.

Y/N moved away, not feeling the the mood to deal with a angry adult. She sat down on the male shift bed, her feet tapping the floor repeatedly, in an off beat. Louis moved his head side to side at the sound, feeling a sense of home in it.

“I’m so sorry Louis,” Y/N whispered, the dreadlocked boy took a glimpse over his shoulder at the soothing voice, “I didn’t want this to happen to you. I tried, i did. When i heard you scream, I felt every so guilty. I should have fought for you, especially when you want my help”.

Louis shook his head, his dreadlocks waving by his face. He didn’t try to speak, knowing full well that he couldn’t pronounce his words correctly.

“Lou,” Y/N spoke again, Louis still taking a glimpse over his shoulder, “Im really sorry. But in the bright side, you can think about the moment Clementine gets here, she’ll get revenge. And you know i’ll be backing her up every step of the way”.

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[mandowh0re]

Make a Choice

Requested: Yes, myself

Fandom: Avengers MCU

Summary: Peter gets severely hurt in battle, sending him into a spiritual realm. When Loki comes to the rescue, Peter has to make a choice. Stay, and be with May and Ben? Or go back to Mister Stark, and everyone else?

Word Count: 2295

Warnings: Swearing (I think I can’t remember), mentions of blood, mentions of death

Comments: In this universe, May has died and Peter now lives with Tony and the rest of the Avengers. I really wanted this written, I’ve had it in my mind for months, so I finally wrote it myself.

Happy reading!

A sickening crack was heard in everyone’s comms followed by Steve’s scream, “Spider-man!”

Steve’s cry made Tony stop in his tracks.

“FRIDAY,”

“Already on it, boss,”

Peter’s location quickly lit up on Tony’s HUD. He turned in the air and headed that way.

“Rogers, go help Barton and Romanoff. I’ve got the spider.” Tony ordered.

“We’re good here.” Natasha answered.

“As are we.” Thor spoke.

“I think we’re finished.” Sam’s voice cut through too, but Tony ignored all of them as he found the still figure of his kid on the road.

Touching down, the suit retracted back into the housing unit as Tony dropped next to Peter.

“Pete?” He gently shook the boy’s shoulders, “Peter? Come on, buddy. You gotta wake up.” His voice cracked at the end, “FRIDAY, connect to KAREN, now.”

“Connecting now,”

“Tony! Is he okay?” Steve called as he jogged over.

“Connected.”

“Initialize body scan.” Tony ordered, still trying to get Peter to wake up.

“Initializing.”

“Tony?” Steve reached out to put a hand on Tony’s shoulder but the man just batted it away.

“Nat, get Bruce. Like, yesterday.”

“Working on it.”

By now most of the Avengers, including Loki, were gathering around Tony and Peter.

“Peter has sustained a severe concussion and a fractured skull. There seems to be multiple internal injuries including internal bleeding. If he is not tended to immediately-”

“Okay that’s enough!” Tony barked, now hyperventilating, “We have to, we have, we,” He was scrambling, moving to pull the mask off of Peter, only to see blood leaking from his nose and from his head. His skin was ghostly pale and he didn’t even look like he was breathing.

Tony went to pull the boy into his arms, but Clint stopped him, “Jostling him could cause more damage, we need to get him back to Cho right now. Bruce is on the jet. Let’s-”

Right then Peter started to seize, and everything exploded into chaos. Tony was crying and screaming, Rhodey was holding him back and consoling him, Clint and Steve were barking orders, Wanda was standing stunned at the sight of her best friend on the ground half dead, Vision was dragging her away, Sam, and Thor were trying to keep media and passerbys away.

Then there was Loki.

Loki, who had grown close to Peter in his time on Earth. Loki, who had promised himself never to let anyone get close. Loki, who replaced that promise with the promise to protect the child at all costs within the first two minutes of knowing him. Loki, who was ready to kill himself for letting Peter get hurt today.

Loki, who was not letting Peter die today.

The God walked towards him, ignoring everyone else around him, kneeling down on the other side of Peter. He looked up at Tony who was holding one of Peter’s hands.

Tony and Loki didn’t get along, but they shared something in common.

Peter.

With one look, Tony nodded, and Loki placed his hands on either side of Peter’s head.

Peter stopped seizing immediately, going limp on the ground, gaining the attention of everyone else.

“What the fuck is he doing?” Sam asked.

“Hey!” Steve barked, going to grab Loki, but Rhodey jumped, grabbing onto the super soldier’s wrist.

“Stop! He’s trying to help.”

“Help?” Clint scoffed.

“It is true,” Thor added, “My brother loves young Peter dearly. He just does not show it around others.”

Everyone turned to watch the scene unfold in front of them.

***

Everything was white. A blinding, pure, white. Loki knew this place all too well. It was a place between life and death. Where the soul goes when it has left the body, but is still connected because the body isn’t yet ready to die.

This is where the soul goes when it’s confused.

Loki shuddered. He remembered that he came here by choice this time.

“Peter?”

No answer.

“Peter?” He called a little louder.

Still no answer.

Anxiety bloomed in his chest. Was he too late?

“Come on, spider child. Do not make me go back there without you-”

“Loki?”

Loki whipped around to see Peter standing several feet away from him.

Peter ran straight into Loki’s chest and wrapped his arms around the God.

Loki returned the hug without a second thought.

“I thought I was alone. I kept calling and I couldn’t find anyone.” Suddenly Peter pulled away and poked Loki’s chest, “Are you real?”

Loki rolled his eyes, “Yes, child, I’m real. I came here to get you. You need to come back. Your father is blubbering like a baby and that needs to end.”

Peter ignored the ‘father’ comment and cocked his head, “Mr. Stark is crying?”

“Yes, the sight of you hurt upsets him, believe it or not.”

“I’m hurt?”

Loki’s eyebrows furrowed, “Do you not remember what happened?”

Peter shook his head.

“I guess that would make sense, given the injury.”

“What injury?” Peter asked.

Loki huffed, “We do not have time for that right now, I need to get you out of here. If you want to see Stark again you need to come with me. Understand?”

Peter stopped, obviously in thought.

“Am I dead?”

“You will be if you do not-“

“Loki.” Peter snapped. “Am. I. Dead.”

Loki huffed, “Yes and no. Your soul has left your physical body. But it’s still connected and you can still be saved. Come on-“

“I can see May again? And Ben?” Peter asked, hope swirling in his eyes.

Loki deflated, seeing where this was going, “Only if you let go of the physical realm. If you do that, you will die permanently. There is no coming back. There is no Spider-Man. There is no Mr. Stark. There is no Ned or MJ.”

The hope Peter had in his eyes dimmed.

“You have to make a choice, child.”

Peter looked at the ground, or where the ground should be, and balled his hands into fists.

“It’s not fair.”

“I know.”

A few more seconds passed before Peter deflated. He looked behind him at nothing. Then back at Loki.

“I have plenty of time to see them. Mr. Stark needs me now.”

Loki forced a smile down and nodded at him. He spoke in a language Peter could have sworn wasn’t even real. A bright red portal opened up in front of him as Peter walked up.

Peter stared at it for a second before commenting, “That doesn’t look like something I want to walk through,”

Loki looked back at the portal and rolled his eyes again, “I do not choose the color of the portals I call upon. I promise it does not lead you to Hel. Now, chop chop, we must go now.”

Peter looked at Loki and then at the portal, then held out his hand toward the God.

Loki shook his head, “I cannot help you. It has to be something you do yourself.”

Peter huffed, then took a step forward and put his hand through, then his arm, then hissed and pulled back.

“Ow ow ow! What the hell!”

“You’ve been injured in the physical world. What you’re feeling when you go through are the injuries your body has sustained.”

Peter bit his lip and took a deep breath and tried again, whining as he pushed his arm in but screaming as soon as he tried a leg, and backed out.

“It hurts! I can’t!” He breathed, pulling his knees to his chest.

“I know it hurts. Believe me. Do you know how many times I have cheated death? But once you finish I can help to heal you.”

Peter sat there for a few minutes, taking steadying breaths and letting his tears dry. Finally he stood up again.

“I’m just going to run and jump.”

“I’m not so sure that’s such a good ide-”

“YEET!” Was all Loki heard before Peter disappeared into the portal.

Facepalming, Loki followed suit.

***

Peter blinked a few times, attempting to adjust to the light. Luckily, it was dimmed and wasn’t too hard on his senses.

Unluckily, he had a migraine from hell and any light was unwelcome.

“Hey there, kiddo. You with us?” Came a familiar voice.

Peter lolled his head towards the calming voice and found Tony sitting next to him.

“Dad?”

Tony chuckled, “Wow, you must really be hopped up on painkillers, huh?”

“No. Head hurts.” Peter groaned, closing his eyes.

Tony quietly cursed and pressed the call button for assistance.

“FRIDAY, dim the lights a little further.” He whispered.

The lights dimmed on command and Peter opened his eyes again.

“Better?” Tony asked, voice still a whisper.

Peter tried nodding, but the movement sent a sharp pain literally everywhere.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Do you remember what happened?”

Peter closed his eyes to try and recall why he was sitting in the all too familiar med bay, but came up blank.

“No.”

“That’s okay, we’ll explain it to ya later,” Tony let out a long sigh, “You scared the shit outta me, kid. I thought I lost you for good this time.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” Peter tried chuckling.

“This isn’t a joke, Peter.” Tony snapped, but stopped short when he saw Peter wince. He tried again in a lighter tone, “I know you like to use jokes when you’re scared or hurt as a defense mechanism. Believe me. I’m the master of deflection. But this isn’t a joke,” The older man leaned forward and ran a hand through Peter’s curls, the boy instinctively pushing into the man’s hand, “I thought… You were seizing and bleeding out in front of me. You were dead, Peter. No heartbeat. If Loki hadn’t been there-“

“Loki?” Peter perked up at the mention of his friend.

Tony scoffed, “Yeah. He saved your life. Quite literally. Pulled you from the dead or something. I don’t know how it works. He said he talked to you. You don’t remember that either?”

Peter thought for a moment, but ultimately shook his head, “No.”

Right then Dr. Cho walked in.

“Hi there Peter. It’s nice of you to join us again.” She spoke softly and smiled sweetly.

“He needs some more painkillers. Has a migraine.” Tony said for him.

The woman nodded and walked to a machine next to Peter, adjusting his medicine before asking him a few routine questions and checking him over.

“How long was I out?” Peter asked when she finished.

Cho and Tony shared a look before she answered, “Three days.”

“What!” Peter shot up, but fell back with a whine when everything felt like it was shattering inside of him.

“Your surgery took several hours. There were multiple injuries to fix and multiple injuries to refix since your body healed wrong. Your advanced healing hasn’t been working as fast as usual though, but I’d attribute that to your body focusing on keeping you alive.”

Peter turned back to Tony to see the man looking at Peter with tears streaming down his cheeks, “I’m sorry.” Peter whispered.

Tony snapped out of his trance, “Sorry? What are you sorry for?” He wiped his tears away.

“For hurting you, I-“

“Hey hey hey. None of that, okay? Let’s just focus on getting you back on your feet.” He moved his hand from Peter’s hair, which was still carding through his curls, down to his cheek where he wiped away a stray tear.

“Thanks, Dad.”

Tony smiled and his heart nearly exploded at the sight of Peter smiling at him again, and the fact that Peter now called him ‘dad’.

***

Peter woke up, looking around to gather his bearings. He was still in his room in the med bay.

He was still laying on Tony’s chest, and he could tell by the steady breaths and beat of his heart that his dad was asleep. Stranger Things was on mute on the TV.

Tony never understood why Peter loved that show so much.

“We fight aliens and monsters all the time. Why do you want to watch a show about them?” Tony asked as he stood behind the couch Peter had been planted on since season 2 was released.

“It’s interesting Mr. Stark! Now shhh!”

Out of the corner of his eye Peter saw a figure, but he was used to that figure appearing out of nowhere.

“Hey Loki.” Peter smiled, turning his head on his actual pillow.

“Peter.”

“Dad said you saved me.”

Loki raised an eyebrow, “Dad?”

Peter shrugged, the meds in his system allowing him to move easier, “I figured it was time.”

“Right, after you nearly put him in his own grave?”

Peter giggled, “At least someone will joke with me.”

“I will joke about his death. Not yours.”

Peter’s smile dropped, “Awh come on,”

“Ah, no arguments. You know how hard it is for me to be close to anyone. It is hard enough to be close to my own brother. I let you in, befriended you. Then you have the audacity to go and die on me?” By now Loki was pacing.

“I, uh,”

“No, you must be more careful. I cannot lose you. Your father cannot lose you. You are what holds this weak, spineless team together. You do not get to be reckless because your aunt is gone. There are others who still love you and cannot live without you. Do you understand?” He turned and pointed at Peter.

A smile tugged at Peter’s lips. Did Loki just admit…

“Yes, sir.”

Loki nodded, “Good. I’ll be going now. I don’t want to be in here when your father wakes.”

And with that, Loki was gone.

Peter smiled brighter, eyes locked on the place Loki had just been standing a little longer before he sunk back down into his father’s hold, and nuzzled into his chest.

Maybe, he would be okay.

***

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[mysteli]

freaky-fridayed (es crack one-shot)

A/N: now this fic is basically just a bad joke and i had the idea when i watched jumanji 2 today. got reminded of the scene in the last endless summer chapter where michelle and aleister switch bodies. thought it would be pretty funny. all the rights go to choices and the jumanji 2 script. hope you enjoy this! 

Warning: just a few inappropriate jokes 

Words: 1775

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Masterlist

ENDLESS SUMMER FAN FICTION FREAKY-FRIDAYED

It feels like forever since they’ve been walking. Exhaustion is kicking in everyone as they slowly trudge through the trees, trying to make their way back to the Vaanti. Luckily, they were able to escape the MASADA complex before Rourke managed to catch them. Good news is everyone is happy and healthy. Well... almost everyone. 

Michelle and Aleister definitely suffered the most in the aftermath of this crazy mission. Everyone may be alive and well, which is a clear relief but... Michelle and Aleister still lost contact with their bodies. That’s right. In the words of Diego, they’ve been Freaky-Fridayed! Of course, this isn’t the worst thing that could have happened but to them it is.

What makes it worse is that it’s extremely amusing to the rest of the group, especially Craig and Zahra, who have been teasing the switches two about it since they escaped. So far, there hasn’t been a real way to reverse it but there is hope that the Vaanti might know what to do. 

They’re about halfway back to Elystel, when suddenly Michelle (in Aleister’s body stops walking) clutching her knees out of exhaustion. “Oh my god... Aleister. How do you walk on these?” She questions in disbelief, causing Aleister (in Michelle’s body) to swerve around and narrow his eyes at her. 

“The real question is, how do you walk around with all this makeup caked on your face? Especially when it’s this hot out and it feels like your face is melting the entire time! The only perk is making you look and feel slightly less terrible. It’s preposterous!”

Everyone else stops in their tracks, watching the situation play out with curiosity. 

Michelle shakes her head harshly, pointing sharply at Aleister. “No, dude! Don’t be putting posh ass words in my mouth!” 

“Oh really? You’re not a fan of that? Well then I’ll just do it more!” 

Before Aleister can play out his joke, Sean steps in and forms his worried expression that painfully convincing, especially in situations like these. 

“Can you guys please calm down? We’re gonna get to the Vaanti any faster with you two fighting this way?” Sean complains, folding his arms solemnly and eyeing the two with expectance, signalling for them to set aside their differences and wait patiently for this to be over.

“Fine. I refuse to apologise however!” Aleister clarifies, throwing his hands on his hips and stomping towards the front.

“Yeah. Well, I wasn’t gonna fucking say sorry either!” Michelle calls after him, squinting as Aleister wanders off in a huff.

The journey continues back to the Vaanti and things only seem to get worse and more awkward as the adventure goes on. Michelle and Aleister share unmissable glares from time to time and it’s insanely clear that they cannot wait to be back in their own bodies. Safe and sound.

Suddenly, Michelle pauses once more and pokes Sean’s shoulder, alerting him to look at her and he can’t help but reveal his shock and alarm when he’s reminded about the whole freaky friday situation. He takes a deep breath and shakes off his surprise, forming a small smile.

“What’s up... Michelle.” Sean struggles to get her name out while only seeing Aleister’s appearance before him.

“Sean... this may be kinda awkward and I’ve been dreading it for about an hour now but... I really need to go the bathroom.” Michelle abruptly declares, her embarrassed tone a mere whisper and Sean furrows his brows out of confusion.

“Can’t you hold it in?” He questions and Michelle simply shakes her head.

“Ah shit.” Sean curses under his breath, hesitantly turning to Jake for assistance. “Yo, Jake. We got kind of an emergency over here.”

Jake pecks his princess on the forehead before following Sean over to Michelle. He barely manages to hold back a laugh when he notices her. “Well, fuck. Don’t you look happy?”

“Shut the fuck up, Jake.” Michelle snaps, clenching her fists out of annoyance.

“Now, now. Malfoy would never swear. You gotta at least get in character, Meech.” Jake counters, his classic smirk making an appearance and Michelle is too tempted to slap him in return. “I’m kidding. What’s the problem?”

Sean reluctantly exhales and prepares to speak. “...Michelle needs to use the bathroom.”

Jake barely stifles a laugh, biting the inside of his mouth hard. “Oh... were like a couple of miles from the Vaanti. Can’t it wait?” 

Michelle shakes her head in response. “If you make me wait... I will piss in Aleister’s pants.”

“Holy shit. That might actually be funny!” Jake retorts, clapping his hands together proudly and releasing an ounce of his laughter before being silenced by Michelle’s deadly glare. “What exactly do you need from me then?”

“I really don’t wanna do this alone so can you like... show me how it’s done?” Michelle awkwardly requests and Sean and Jake are immediately repulsed.

“Please tell me you’re joking!” Jake pleads, running a hand through his sandy hair in slight embarrassment.

Sean raises an eyebrow in suspicion. “Come on Meech. You had to have heard it the way we heard it, right? It’s... weird.” 

“Trust me, boys. This is much weirder for me than it is for you. I won’t look, I promise! You just need to tell me what to do!” Michelle tries to reason with both men and it’s clear their resistance is beginning to break.

Sean glances at Jake timidly, shooting him an unreadable look. “Uh... she’s got a point, Jake. She said she won’t look so...”

Jake is still clearly not convinced, face palming hard. “So what?! Why not ask Raj or Craig or even ask Aleister how his dick works!” 

“Come on... its not that bad. I promise we’ll never speak of it. Just tell everyone we’re taking a break and going to collect some firewood or something?” Michelle suggests and that seems to be Jake’s breaking point.

“Fine.”

So they come up with the excuse and they go to “collect firewood”, which will be the result of this story no matter what. This will never be spoken of by any of them. They can’t risk embarrassment over something this fucking ridiculous. It’s so weird and confusing but if it’ll help Michelle, they should probably do it.

They find a deserted, secluded part of the woods. Soon, they feel safe that no one or anything will pass by. It’s a mostly empty island anyway, who would come by? With that, Michelle, Sean and Jake all find a tree, spaced out but still close. Sean and Jake are especially careful about where they hide themselves because they’re not ready to reveal their... privacy to Michelle quite yet.

Michelle watches in amusement as Sean adjusts himself behind a rock, making sure the bottom half of him is not in anyone’s view. “Sean, what’s the big deal? I’ve seen your dick hundreds of times.” She suddenly claps back and Sean’s eyes widen with shock. Jake scoffs mockingly and chuckles like there’s no tomorrow.

“Still, Michelle! We’re not with each other like that anymore so it’s weird plus... you’re Aleister!” Sean retorts but his words are mostly weakened by Jake’s obnoxious laughter.

“Tell me, Chanel. Is it big or small?” Jake randomly asks and Sean launches a jagged rock at the pilot in reaction. Michelle just raises an eyebrow skeptically. 

“Oh, are you interested, Jacob?” She teases and Jake’s expression falls defensive instantly.

“What? Fuck no. It was a joke.”

Sean decides to play along with the joke, smirking slyly. “Are you sure, Pilot? You sure you haven’t been thinking too much?” 

Jake just falls quiet and a momentary silence intoxicates in the air, making the energy even more awkward then before. By then, Michelle feels a desperate urge to chime in. 

“Okay... so how do we do this?” 

Sean swallows hard, realising the moment he’s been dreading is finally here. “Oh... it’s, uh, easy. You unzip... take it out... fire away.” He instructs and Michelle processes his words as Jake clears his throat to add an extra thing.

“Remember to aim, Maybelline. It’s very important.” Jake mutters and another silence invades thanks to his unusual words. He simply shrugs his shoulders in return. The only sounds heard are the guys (and Michelle) unzipping their pants and preparing to ‘fire away’.

The icy silence is suddenly broken by Michelle gasping as she begins to act out Sean’s instructions. “Oh my god, guys! There is literally a penis attached to my body right now! Though, I really wish it wasn’t Aleister’s penis because this is an image I will never be able to erase from my memory.” 

“Oh god... I don’t even wanna know what that looks like.” Jake chimes in, forcing a fake vomiting sound effect and Michelle giggles in response.

“Still, it’s kinda cool! Oh my god, this is so weird.” Michelle’s growing excitement is kind of worrying. “Logan! Come look at my penis!”

“No! Don’t you dare bring Princess over here!” Jake snaps and Michelle shakes off his irritation. 

“See it’s not that bad, is it Meech?” Sean assures, turning to face Michelle only to find her tilting her head in an attempt to catch a glimpse of Sean. “What the fuck, Michelle?” He reacts, moving his body further away from her view. “You don’t look over here!”

“Sorry.” She responds idly, clearly unfazed.

“You never look... it’s a thing.” Jake informs Michelle and she nods understandingly, turning her head back towards the situation before her. She narrows her eyes, trying to focus.

“Ok... good boy. We’re gonna take this nice and slow and no one is gonna get hurt.” Michelle adjusts the pitch of her voice and it’s almost as if she’s communicating with... the penis? Jake and Sean share a look before barely holding back more laughter. “Now what?”

“Blast off!” Jake exclaims. “And aim! Don’t forget to aim!” He adds once again, causing Sean to eye him skeptically.

“What is with you and the aiming? Seriously, Jake, what happened to you?” 

“Can we not talk about this in mixed company?” 

All of a sudden, their confrontation is interrupted by the slow sound of liquid dripping down the rock. Clearly, Michelle has finally done it. “Wow... wow... wow!” She’s genuinely amazed that she’s managed to pull this off. “Oh, this is so much easier!”

“Right?”

“Yeah, because you have like a handle!” She exclaims. It’s almost frightening how fascinated she is by this. Before, she was complaining her ass off about being in a male body but now it’s appearing like she never wants to leave. “The fact that I’m not instagramming this right now is insane!”

#kind of an uneven ending but I hope you enjoyed it none the less #playchoices #choices #pixelberry #choices stories you play #fan fiction #crack fic #choices crack fic #endless summer #es #choices es #Jake mckenzie #Sean gayle #michelle nguyen #writing

[wickednerdery]

Title: FrostBitten: Absolute Zero Author: @wickednerdery Fandom: Marvel Pairing/character: Loki x Jotun!OC (& Reader) Rating: Explicit Summary: “Just do it already.” Notes: This is a series/multi-chapter fic - Masterlist Here. Ulfr is a Frost Giant, more clearly so than Loki, and “played” by Lee Pace. The whole thing in general is dark and this piece is NON-CON DARK, involving violence, torture, and a public rape. Loki is literally the worst to Ulfr here guys so don’t say I didn’t warn you, haha! For all that and length it gets a “Read More”.

It’s a sick déjà vu with a twist, the roles reversed, as you stand at the back of the crowd and Ulfr up front with Loki. Only the crowd remains the same, gives the same sense of humiliation as public entertainment with its terrified women and amused men. You shake without control, both totally unsure and completely certain of what’s to come.

“I expect treason now and again,” Loki’s opening smile freezes your blood as eyes burrow into you, then drag to the crowd. “Even the best kings have those who think they may do better, those who dare to attempt assassination and revolution. Often their punishment is death.” He pauses to let insecurity and discomfort bloom. “But I am loving god that allows for such wretches to learn better. I am a king that is willing to show mercy to those who might deserve it, who show they’ve seen the error of their ways.”

Ulfr’s a strange mix of slumped and rigid, his lack of strength preventing even Loki’s magic from raising him up on knees properly. What little there is of his own energy seems dedicated to listening, watching through blackening eyes.

“Of course, one still must be punished for such an egregious act as treason,” Loki grins, drags a hand down through the air so the Frost Giant drops...just catching himself with his hands. “Crawl to me, Ulfr, like a good pet, and beg for my mercy.”

Stomach turns over, legs weaken, as you watch Ulfr grunt himself across the floor. He leaves it spotty with blood as swollen head hangs, seemingly too heavy to raise. You think to speak out, try to reason with Loki, offer to take Ulfr’s place, anything to stop it, but don’t for fear it’ll only make things worse.

"My king...my god...” His voice is soft, crackling with bloody lungs and raw throat. “I know I have done wrong, I have disobeyed and betrayed, for that I deserve to die...”

The speech is rote, given in a beaten monotone. You sense he’s slipping off, finding safe places inside his mind to go, even as he continues. Is this something Ulfr’s heard before? Had to give before? He’s not present, there’s no defiance or spark of life in the man’s eyes, yet he doesn’t stall or stumble. You flick a look to Loki, who seems pleased, but arrogantly unimpressed.

“...I beg that your justice be swift and true, your punishment help me to learn better, and you may allow me the chance to correct myself and prove my loyalty over and over until you have it once more.”

Loki grins. “Ah...Ulfr...” Crouches, runs hand through his second-in-command’s hair before gripping it hard, forcing Ulfr back and up on knees to look him in the eyes. “I don’t believe you.” His laugh holds a hollow, dark, amusement. “Give me your belt.”

There’s a rumble of twisted chuckles throughout the crowd, both eager and unsure, as your breath holds. You watch Ulfr undo and slowly pull off his belt without emotion, your heart jumping at every snap it makes through another loop. You swallow hard as he folds up it, presents it to Loki like a gift. “Loki!” you call out, unable to stop yourself. “You don’t have to do this, please...Please!”

Loki snatches the belt, then turns head with a malicious grin. “Oh, that choice will not be mine...or yours, my dear.”

You stop in your tracks, look over the crowd only just realizing you’re at the front once more. That you’re on display again, before everyone, with Loki only too-delighted to have you that way. Heart beats against your chest, driving you to flee until you shake with the urge. With shocking speed Loki loops the belt around Ulfr’s neck, yanks him up to stand. “Loki, please!”

“Silence, quim!” He snaps back at you before smirking at his leashed captive. “You want to prove to me how sorry you are? Where your loyalties truly lie?” Eyes narrow, nostrils flare as if sniffing for the truth. “Take her now.” Lips curl over Loki’s teeth. “Show me, show everyone, exactly how you betrayed your king...and destroy the thing that led you astray.”

Something in Ulfr’s detachment breaks; he comes back to the present, the situation as it is. His own eyes narrow, lips quirk up into a smirk, in a countermove. He knows what Loki’s truly requesting...and he imagines Loki already knows his answer.

It’s then it occurs to you...Ulfr can’t touch you anymore. Whatever he’d done the night prior, whatever turned his eyes frost blue, also gave him the power of control. It’s gone now and, if he touches you, he’ll burn you. He’ll kill you if he attempts intimacy. He’s being setup to refuse Loki, to worsen his punishment. You’re the pawn again.

“Take her, Ulfr, or I’ll take you.”

Something in the stillness of the air suggests they’re speaking to each other without words; their glares hard and unwavering so that the whole room shifts in discomfort. Are they arguing, goading each other? You half expect a brawl to start, a winner-take-all cage match to the death between the two beings. You move to back away, but the crowd insists you stay as they push back. The buckle clinks, insisting on an answer, and its captive growls back.

Ulfr’s lip splits again in his grin. “Just do it already.”

The god grabs and there’s a moment you swear you see them both go blue, lined, like Ulfr the night before. They both show as Jotun...then you blink and it’s gone. You look around, but no one else seems aware. They only see the awe of their king, their god, as he spins and slams Ulfr face first into the counter.

“LOKI STOP!!” You blurt out in utter desperation; in frustrated wish for this to be nothing more than a game of chicken between the two.

“If she opens her mouth again,” Loki scans the men of the crowd before focusing in on you. “I encourage you to stop it however you may see fit.” That your eyes tear, beg in silence, only seems to delight.

With belt held firmly, ready to choke, Ulfr doesn’t bother to fight, adjust, or say a word. He barely grimaces even as the head wound from the scepter smears its blood across countertop. He knows better...Loki wants signs of pain, fear. He wants the reassurance he’s the most powerful and scary thing in the universe. Well fuck that and fuck him.

Dark chuckles of the crowd rise once more and nausea bubbles up in your stomach, your throat. You think to speak, but one glance around shows men are waiting on it, on that opportunity to stop your mouth in the most sadistic ways they can. Instead you will your words heard. The begs, the pleads, the curses at Loki, the apologies and pleas to Ulfr. Neither seem to take note if they hear.

Whatever’s in him that might acknowledge the terrible cruelty of it, that he knows all too well the damage it will do, fades in rage and the drive to dominate. Loki only indulges in the feel of himself growing more in charge, more feared, more like the god and king he needs to be. He leans over the other, puts lips to ear. “I am a god!” He hisses. “You’re nothing without my stolen powers...just another frozen monster to be destroyed.”

“That what Odin told you before he tossed you into the abyss?” Ulfr growls back. He gives a heated chuckle before the tip of Loki’s blade slices up tailbone and small of his back, cutting fabric and flesh both.

“Do not think for one second that anyone will see such a thing.” Loki as a Frost Giant, he’ll never allow it. “They will see their god fucking his usurper into submission.” Hand undoes fly, reaches in to stroke himself to hardness.

The belt is stretched across the counter, held at the corner by Loki’s hand, so that every move Ulfr might make to fight, to resist, will only result in choking him. He’s also choked in Loki’s movements from behind. “Behave and I’ll let you watch all the times I take her,” he taunts, roughly stripping Ulfr from the waist down. “That is my mercy for you, you fucking traitor.”

Ulfr curses Loki’s harsh entry, eyes watering at the sheer shock of pain. No preparation, no easing in, just a snap of Loki’s hips that jolts what should be a solid island-counter. Waves of sickness that cause Ulfr’s head to spin overtake his whole self, heighten as his body instinctively fights the intrusion trying to rearrange his insides.

Your eyes fill with tears of shock and terror, mouth open to speak even as nothing comes out. Nothing can. Beyond his threats Loki seems to have taken your voice from you; words swirl and fill your throat, but none escape. Nothing does as you watch Loki do the unthinkable...listen to him cackle in delight as he does.

Blood runs down Ulfr’s thighs, works as the only lubricant while Loki shoves cock up his ass over and over. Every attempt to lessen pain, to slip away into his mind, is stopped by a sudden jerk of the belt or bark of his name. Loki wants him present, wants him to know exactly what’s being done to him - every painful, humiliating, thing. Hand once bruising his hip moves into hair, yanks until his head is bent back...bloody, tear-streaked, face and throat exposed to the world.

“Who is your king?” Voice snaps, demands, with Loki’s thrusts.

“You.” It’s barely a word, it’s a croak.

“My name...” Teeth bury into the back of Ulfr’s neck to break and mark the skin. “Say it, Hoarfrost.”

He considers holding out, not giving him the satisfaction, before Ulfr feels that soul-breaking heat once again. As if turning into fiery metal Loki’s length starts to burn deep inside him, hits prostate so that Ulfr finally gives up a wail of pain in the form of the other’s name. “LOKI!!” That fire in his veins starts to spread into his heart and head once more...He cannot not repair or even protect himself if he wishes now.

“Who is your god?”

“LOKI!!”

It doesn’t lessen Loki’s drive, only spurs it on. He fucks faster, harder, demanding his name be said over and over. He wants nothing more than his newest pet’s pleas and cries...he wants it to beg him for death. Death should be the mercy, not life. His grin goes psychotic, actions wild, as he slams the Frost Giant’s head into the counter and grabs limp dick, squeezing until Ulfr screams...until Ulfr can’t make sounds he’s in such pain.

Whatever else is happening in the room blurs in inattention as you focus on the two men. On Loki’s seeming reenactment of your introductory rape with Ulfr. No, it’s worse than that...Loki was trying to scare you, hurt a little, yes, but not like this. With Ulfr you’re not so sure death isn’t the goal. That Loki won’t suddenly slit him open or snap him in half. And, for all your desires to stop it, to protect Ulfr, you’re frozen to the spot utterly helpless. Hopeless.

Loki spills with a growling shudder and smile, letting himself fill Ulfr’s ass with the heat he denied you. For a moment he simply stays inside, heavy-lidded and panting, as if shocked himself at what he’s done. Then he pulls out, white cum flowing after to mix with the red blood already running down the thoroughly owned Frost Giant’s legs. Loki cleans and does himself up swiftly. “Am I not merciful?” He looks over to see faces of shock and awe. “AM I NOT MERCIFUL?!”

As much as the crowd cheers its response, it’s also stepped back a fair ways. It’s left you out in the open, alone. The only one refusing to answer, to obey, Loki. Even knowing Loki’s glaring right at you, through you, you don’t catch his eye. Your eyes stay on Ulfr as he tries to hang onto the counter and what little dignity he might still have with knees giving out, starting to buckle.

Loki closes in once again and Ulfr cringes away. “You heal a single wound before its time, I’ll do the same to her ten times over,” he hisses before shoving Ulfr to the floor with belt still around his neck and turning back to his people. “He should remain warm for the next few hours.” Only when you look up does he add. “Do with him what you wish...just don’t permanently damage or kill him.”

You rush forward, hoping to get to Ulfr first, to get him away if at all possible, but Loki catches you around the waist before you get more than a few steps. You fight and squirm to get out of his hold, more when you see the crowd start to close in on the Frost Giant, but not even biting stops Loki from hefting you over his shoulder and carrying you off in the direction of his quarters...

First, Hoarfrost is a real word; it’s definition, pronunciation, and usage is here. Second...I told you it was dark and Loki was terrible in this one, ha! Ulfr will survive this, but he’ll most certainly not be in top form or even his regular self for some time afterwards. The summary quote, the one Ulfr says to Loki, is a repeat of what the reader told Loki upon his initial public rape of her...I like parallels and Ulfr couldn’t resist, lol! I have two major possibilities after this: going on to Loki and The Bold One in his quarters just after or a small time jump of a few days to get Ulfr mobile again...not sure which I’ll do yet, but if you guys have thoughts/opinions I’d love to hear them! ^_^

(Gif created from two others found on Google!)

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[neotericbitch]

a sequel to DarqAnon

part the first

It’s quite abusive, there I said it, how you’re allowed to force a ritual onto a child, whether it be reciting an anthem or staring at the sun, before their brain has developed enough to comprehend the significance. In fact, doing so makes it more likely that as the child grows up, they will never truly find meaning in the action! How sad is that? I’d never force anything on my son.

Growing up, staring into the sun was something I never understood. For a long time I didn’t, I couldn’t conceive of the satisfaction or happiness my family derived from it. It meant something to them, so they tried to teach it to me, but it never meant anything to me. I understood that the sun was their god, but because I never truly believed, I couldn’t grasp how or why it would be important to them to stare up at it, burning their eyeballs out of their sockets. Their god was sending a clear message, do not look at me. Why would they do it anyway?

Oh, but - do keep in mind that that’s all in the past. I understand now. I understand perfectly.

Valkyrie Cain has the most brilliant black eyes. Truly, her every feature is marvellous, her sharp nose, her expressive mouth - but I always go back to the eyes. For Crandall, it’s her hands. They’ve shared many times over many meetings, to the point where I find it very annoying, that they want nothing more than to feel her hands on the sides of their head before she crushes it. I think it’s a nice little fantasy to have, just stop telling us about it. I have only ever shared what I wanted two, maybe three times. That’s an acceptable amount of times! Any more is overdoing it, Crandall! Crandall, I know you’re listening. I’ve been able to feel it even when a very good Sensitive is in my head, Crandall, and you are not a very good Sensitive.

Beside me they turn their head away. Why would they want to listen to my thoughts, anyway, when Valkyrie is here? I suppose I understand their hesitance. Darquesse, goodness - Darquesse wouldn’t stand for anyone hearing her thoughts, absolutely not! To attempt it on her would be a high offence. But Crandall, if you’re still listening, I’d say go ahead for the time being. Darquesse isn’t here. Not yet.

Looking at her, it all makes sense. I want to call up my mother and tell her I understand, I understand wanting - needing! - to look at something, even if it does not want you to. The sun may try to blind you. Valkyrie may glare and scream and curse. But you simply cannot look away.

I cannot call up my mother, of course. She has been dead for a hundred years, and I’m busy right now - and I don’t think there’s mobile phone reception here anyway.

For this week’s Thursday meeting, 6 to 7:30, we have made a temporary move from the community hall to the vault, generously donated for DA’s use by Nicki, who we had to murder. Dear girl, she didn’t want to let me hold the meeting here this week. I suggested it at the end of last week’s meeting and everyone was very excited. A hundred meters beneath the spot where Darquesse opened her portal to another dimension and disappeared - we’re so lucky to have this place! Of course everyone wants to come here whenever we have the opportunity! But Nicki said no. Nicki said to me, “Isserley, these meetings have been really great, you are a good organiser and I’m very happy to have met everyone, but I think what you’re planning is wrong. Please return the vault key to me.” So we had to kill her.

And here we are tonight, and I almost wish Nicki were here so I could say, to think you didn’t want this! The meeting is going very well, I think it’s our best one yet. 6:40 and we’re just about to finish setting up, we’re a neat little group of people. We won’t go over time at all! I’d like to say that I, being an incredibly organised person, have been a good influence on my fellow DA-goers.

Salma finishes painting the symbol on the ground. Her designs are ugly, but she has a steady hand and knows how best to use the petrol paste, a very special concoction. No one else could have done this job - though I must admit, I am a bit envious. Easy, Isserley! Remember, your job is the most important. Without you, this wouldn’t work. Without you, Valkyrie would not even be here.

Salma reaches for Valkyrie. She thrashes wildly - and I can’t say I blame her! I wouldn’t want Salma to touch me, either! Haha. But it really won’t do for her to behave this way, we really need her complete cooperation, so I motion to Respite at the wall and he turns the crank, tightening the chains attached to the bound cuffs at her every limb. She is pulled tight, and by the sounds of it it’s not a very comfortable experience, but now she is tense and mostly still - perfect for Salma to draw the symbol on her wrists and stomach.

She puts up a hell of a fight when Respite disconnects the chains from the wall and reconnects them to the floor, at each corner of where the symbol has been painted so she is now seated in the centre. I can’t help but smile! She reminds me of one of those beautiful shrine maidens. If only I’d thought of that earlier. I would have put this off one more week and gotten an outfit made. But the clothes she put on herself this morning are more than lovely. Darquesse will like them. Darquesse will like being back.

Valkyrie keeps straining and trying to get up, the poor dear! I wish I could go over there and pat her face, like I used to pat my son’s when he was resisting me - I wish I could tell her everything will be alright. But I know, even chained and without magic, she could certainly find a way to kill me if I were within reach. And I don’t want her to kill me until the ritual is complete, of course! Otherwise what would be the point?

“I don’t even know,” Valkyrie growls - what a good word for it! Indeed, she is doing her very best to sound deep, dark and scary. Soon it will come naturally. “I don’t even know what you think this will do. It’s not a full moon, or a blood moon, or any kind of moon. It’s not a magical day, it’s not a holiday, it’s not even a day that means anything to me.”

It’s my birthday, but don’t tell anyone that. It’s my special little secret, my gift to myself.

“This sigil is totally made-up. It’s not going to do anything.” She tries to raise her hand to her face to wipe off some sweat, but the chain is too short. “Let me go and I’ll make it quick - because when Skulduggery gets here, he certainly fucking won’t.”

I crouch down to be on her level, and I’m filled with such...reverence. I understand. I understand. This is what I was supposed to feel kneeling in the sweltering heat for hours on end. I’m glad I feel it here instead.

“You will kill us,” I say. “But we’re not going to uncuff you, you’ll do that yourself.”

“What are you talking about?” She is so exasperated and so irritated and so wonderful. “These cuffs are bound. It doesn’t matter how great you think I am, I’m not that strong.”

“You will be! You will be.” In the corner of my vision I see Salma fidgeting. Salma!!! You’re ruining this!! To make her stop, I gesture at her so she can speak and stop annoying everyone with her movements.

“The sigil you’re sitting on,” she fires off in her horrible, grating voice, “and the sigils that are on you are my own designs. Just because you haven’t seen them before doesn’t mean they won’t work. They’ll work.” Her lip trembles and she bows her head. “I’m sorry you don’t...believe in me.”

Valkyrie stares for a moment. “You’re completely nuts.” Nuts! Aah! That’s the word I use to describe her! How exciting!

“They’ll work, I swear. I promise. We only need to activate them, and...” Salma looks to me. Unfortunately, I have to stand up now and go back to looking down on Valkyrie. It’s okay, though. It’s okay. Soon she’ll be looking down on me.

For now, she doesn’t look at me at all. She looks down at where she’s put her arms on her knees, wrists facing out. Perhaps Supreme Mage Sorrows once gave her a lesson on what certain strokes can mean, perhaps she’s trying to work out how to counteract our symbol.

She’s fabulous and smart, yes, but she won’t be able to work it out. I am confident. I snap my fingers, summoning a bright, orange flame into my hand. She lifts her head, looks me directly in the eye, and I smile widely. Very widely. Not widely enough. I hope, before Darquesse kills me, she at least takes the time to appreciate what I’m doing for her. I hope she recognises how much I love her. No - I don’t hope. I know. She will. She must.

I take a step forward and crouch again, reaching my hand out to the edge of the symbol on the ground. My flame will catch onto the petrol paste and spread immediately. Valkyrie will be burned, but only a little bit! Just a little bit. Long enough for the fire to catch the symbols on her skin, and she will be protected - and Darquesse will be summoned back into her. She will be complete again.

Before my flame touches the paste, Valkyrie shoots her hand out and smudges the line, which gives me just about the fright of my life! Thank goodness I have such incredible reflexes, otherwise I wouldn’t have jerked my hand away in time. The paste would have caught on fire and surely burned her to death! She rubs her wrists together, wiping away the symbols written there, then kicks her legs out from under her so she’s in a more traditional butt-to-ground position, but that means she’s made the ground symbol worse and displaced dirt into my face.

It’s hard to love her when she has literally blinded me. That whole thing about the sun and everything, it was more of a metaphor. I still love her of course! I’m only taken aback. Anything I may say as I fall backwards isn’t really my fault, since she’s the one who kicked dirt in my eyes. It's more of my reflexes. I never would say anything of the sort to her under normal circumstances. Never.

“You bitch!”

What an inconvenience. I don’t get to see any of what happens next! I only hear the door flying open and gunshots, the sounds of my people yelling and trying to fight. Punches, kicks, bodies falling to the ground. When I hear Salma scream and feel her blood land on my face, I can’t help it! I can’t help it but think, serves you right for putting a cent in the collection tray every week!

“Skulduggery, the-”

“Valkyrie. Are you alright?” Is that him getting on his knees? Maybe he understands after all. “Are you hurt?”

“My skin’s burning, let me loose so I can get this shit off me. The crank on the wall, I think that controls the cuffs.”

I roll onto my side and wipe the dirt from my eyes. I hear Pleasant at the wall, turning the crank back and hitting the release. It’s terribly uncomfortable, but I can open my eyes and see well enough - and what I see is Crandall dead next to me! It’s such a shock, my heart skips at least three beats. That rotten Pleasant. What a barbarian. I lift my head as carefully as I can, so I won’t be noticed. Valkyrie has lifted her shirt to get the symbol off her stomach and cannot see me.

This is so unfair. I put so much work into this plan. It was so hard to trap her! I was going to bring Darquesse back. Me. Not Crandall, not Salma. Not Nicki. Her black eyes would have bored into my skull and killed me and I would have been good and happy. Huh! Maybe I'm not too different to those Faceless worshippers who go blowing themselves up in public places.

“Isserley. I thought that was you.” Pleasant. Pleasant is talking to me. “How have you been?”

Valkyrie snaps her head up at him. “You know her?”

“We’ve seen her in the High Sanctuary.”

“Jesus. Is there anyone you don’t remember.”

“No.” He reaches out and wipes the rest of the symbol off her stomach in one motion. I have dirt in my eyes but I see how her tummy kind of curls in a bit as she drops her shirt down.

That should be me. That should be me. I love her more than anyone. I burst into tears.

“She tried to set me on fire.”

“I think a list of people who haven’t tried to set you on fire would be shorter than a list of those who have.” I hear the clink of handcuffs. “Come on, now, Isserley.”

I let my head drop back onto the ground and stare up at the ceiling. I do not take one more look at Valkyrie. I’m not worthy. I’m not worthy. I failed. “Why don’t you just kill me.” I’m not even aware of myself saying it, to be honest! Just one of those things that...slips out...

“She makes a good point, Skulduggery.”

“Can’t be done. We should leave at least one cultist alive to arrest, so why not take the woman in charge?”

“How do you know she’s the one in charge?”

His terrible skull fills my vision as he looks down at me. You know, hearing him talk this much at one time has jogged my memory. And he does happen to wear very beautiful suits. My mouth falls open. “You’re-”

Valkyrie was startled for a moment by the sudden gunshot. Shoulders tensed, she looked over to Skulduggery standing over the woman, gun still pointed into a face that didn’t really exist anymore.

“What made you change your mind?” she asked as he put the revolver away. Skulduggery came over to her and brushed some hair out of her face, went back to fussing over the injuries she sustained on her way here.

“Too talkative,” he said, and she laughed and teased him about being a hypocrite.

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[peachyteabuck]

loving him was red

summary: you’ve never had sex on your period, but when you find yourself heated during aunt flow’s visit while at an event with steve, the perfect opportunity arises for you to try it out.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

words:  2381

trigger warnings: menstruation mention, some graphic descriptions of blood, smut (oral, fingering, vaginal sex), lots of swearing, the lords name in vain a few times

notes/other: HI PLS READ THIS ESP IF YOU NORMALLY DO NOT i based this p heavily on my own experiences with menstruation + other accounts i’ve heard. it is very important to remember that there is never one singular way to experience a period NOR is there a WRONG way!! all ppl who have periods are individuals with intersecting health/economic/work statuses. this has been ur daily menstrual health psa from lukis peachyteabuck.tumblr.com

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Pro: you currently look fine as fuck, and are on a date to some Very Important Thing with Captain freaking America.

Con: He’s horny (because you look so hot) and won’t leave you alone about it.

Pro: He’s horny (because you look so hot), and you’re horny (because he looks so hot).

Con: You’re currently on your period. Not only that, but the heaviest day of it is today, meaning your current tampon is acting as a floodgate to the Red Sea. Aunt Flow. Blood Moon. Red Scare. Hellstorm. Bitch in Red. Crimson Tide. Shark Week.

You get the picture.

When he thinks no one’s looking, Steve slides his hands down to your ass. You tense and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Babe, stop,” you hiss through your teeth, but you don’t sound very convincing. A waiter comes by with glasses of champagne and you grab two. You’re gonna need them to get through the next few hours, both because the...whatever you’re at is boring as hell and because all you want to do is jump your boyfriend’s bones.

“Why?” Steve says lowly into your ear. You take another sip of champagne, trying to quell the desire in your stomach. “You look so hot, your tits and ass look so good. Can’t wait to get home and give you all the bruises you want. Can’t wait to make you cum under me. Just wanna fuck you until you can’t remember you own name, until you’re begging me to stop.”

You grab the table in front of you and moan, other patrons be damned.

“Babe,” you whimper. “Stop, seriously.”

He laughs a little. “What? Can’t take the heat, should’ve expected this. In that dress? You know, I can’t tell what’s hotter, you in or you wi-”

You take a large drink from one of the glasses and turn to face him. You use your babysitting voice, the one you use with Peter when he pulls some dumb shit and no one has the courage to shame him. Damn Tony, doesn’t want to grow a spine and discipline Peter for fear of making him hate the man. “Steven Grant Rogers, I am on my period, and unless you want to beat your meat on the couch tonight, I’d recommend you cut it out.”

He’s stunned, a little. You snapping at him is extremely uncommon, you’re normally a total sweetheart with him (Who wouldn’t be?). Steve’s mouth hangs open a little as you turn back to face the crowd.

You engage with the rest of the Avengers who came - Sam, Tony, Pepper, and a few other people who you’d been wanting to talk to. A designer, some singers, a movie producer. You have lively conversations and Steve’s hand stays safely above your waist the whole time.

This time, it feels awkward. Not...sexual, like usual.

Now it’s just supportive, a way to tell you know he’s there. That’s it.

You feel bad, so bad. He was just telling you how attracted he was to you and you literally snapped at him like he was a petulant child! God, what’s wrong with you? Why were you so angry out of nowhere!

Oh, you’re in your period.

Right.

Once you’re too tired to stand in your heels, Steve moves you into the limo that’ll take you back to Stark tower. He holds your hand the entire way back, even carries your heels for you once you make it through the entrance.

He’s so amazing. And sweet. And kind. You want him to rearrange your guts.

You’ve been together long enough that he knows the minute you get into your shared apartment you want your dress unzipped so you can hunch over a take a deep breath. He guesses (correctly) that you need it undone even more so now that you’re bloated. When comes behind you to grab at it, you sigh.

“I’m so sorry for losing my self control earlier this evening...it’s just…”

You turn around, facing him. He looks so sad and you feel like you’ve kicked a puppy. Or stepped on a flower. Or thrown a fire blanket over the sun. Or slammed a baby’s hand in a car door.

In short, you’re a horrible person and all you want to do right now is cry dramatically surrounded by roses and candles. Or maybe while you stress eat banana bread.

“I’m so fucking horny when I’m on my period, and I’ve always just...I know guys find it so gross and frankly, I guess I unders-”

Steve tilts your chin up with his knuckles. It’s a sweet gesture, grounding. You stop talking, enchanted by his beautiful eyes. “I don’t find it gross at all.”

You gulp, remaining silent as he spoke. What?

“Let me fuck you, please. I find you so beautiful, and a natural and healthy body function isn’t going to change that.” The dress slips down your body and he first kisses down your chest, then your stomach, then lands on his knees right in front of your pussy. The dress, with its deep, wide neckline didn’t allow for a bra, so he skips right down to your panties. Menstruating had made your lips extra sensitive, so you told your stylist specifically to give you a simply black cotton panty.

Steve, someone who has seen you in much fancier, much more expensive, and/or much sexier lingerie, doesn’t seem to mind. He still pulls them down with his teeth, and massages your inner thighs. You want to look away so badly, so worried about what he’ll say when he finds the string of your tampon, or if he sees your more pronounced belly due to bloating.

When the panties hit the floor, you want to scream. Why is he doing this? Why does he find you sexy?

“Okay,” you finally get out. You immediately regret your response. Okay!? What was he asking you, what he was getting for dinner? You could at least say please!

You try to breathe, to calm down. But you can’t. You absolutely cannot calm the fuck down.

“Open your legs a little for me, babe,” he whispers. It’s low, calm. The kind of voice you’d use if you’re trying to pet a stray cat on the street. He’s trying to get your heart to stop racing, for your palms stop sweating.

You follow his orders, opening your knees a little bit, attempting to relax your muscles in the process. He coaxes the tampon string down from where you tucked it in, pulling it out slowly.

When he pulls it away, it’s a deep, ugly brown. Not earthy, or some deep coffee-like brown, or a beautiful oak in a desk at Ikea.

It’s gross. Just plain gross.

You wince a little at the sight, and he tosses it into the trash can under your desk.

“Now that we have that out of the way,” he inches his strong hands back up your legs, digging a little into the sore muscles.

Right before they can ghost your clit, you sigh.

“Wait,” you say. Steve hands stop and you close your eyes.

You can’t look at him, you’re so embarrassed.

But you want to do this, and you want to feel good while it happens. “Lean me against a wall, it feels better on my lower back if I have something to lean against...also I’m really sensitive right now, so going slow would be appreciated.”

Steve nods, standing up and pressing you into the closest wall. “Anything else, darling?”

He’s eye-level with you now, and fuck you love him so much.

You shake your head. “No...just, thank you...for this.”

He descends again and smiles. “Anything for you, my love.”

First he circles a thumb around your clit, inserting some of his middle finger into you. It feels so good, especially since you haven’t gotten off at all this week.

You blame it on being too busy, but you know why.

It’s never something you could understand, why you were always so ashamed of being on your period. Maybe it was societal influence, maybe it was because once a kid pulled a tampon out of your purse in high school and called you a she-demon, maybe it was because once your period started while having sex with your most recent ex-boyfriend and he called you a nasty bitch and then broke up with you...while you were both still naked.

Whatever it was, you knew three things:

One, you have the best boyfriend in the world.

Nope, scratch that, the universe.

Two, your boyfriend cares for you a lot and wants you to be happy.

Three, whatever he’s doing is incredibly erotic and you love it.

It’s absolute ecstasy, the way he pumps his fingers in and out of you in rhythm with circles around your clit. You knead your breasts and moan lewdly, and it only drives Steve to work harder.

When you cum, you cum hard. He fucks you through it with his fingers, smiling at the amount of pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Fuck,” you mumble. “That was so good.”

He chuckles. “Glad I could be of service.”

You laugh a little, running your hands through his hair. It’s thick, golden, warm. He’s like the sun.

You bite your lip, preparing to speak.

But he does so before you can. “Want to go to the bed?”

It’s sounds like such an innocent question, but you know better.

You nod, letting out a deep exhale. “Just be warned, changing my center of gravity is gonna...it’s gonna be weird...”

Steve laughs a little again. “Babe, I know what I’m getting into.”

He then picks you up and carries you to the bed. The second he lays you down, you start to feel that familiar feeling you can only describe as a stomach ache, but if it was also a waterfall.

The second you start to look how you feel, Steve becomes concerned.

“You okay?” he asks, eyeing you up and down to look for injury.

You squeeze your eyes together. “Yeah...just feeling weird.”

Steve laughs a little. His hands were stained with your blood, and since he had picked you up, smudged handprints riddled your body. You thought you might be disgusted, or he might be disgusted.

But it was beautiful, art. A painting made with you, by Steve, on you.

A masterpiece.

Steve seems to have the same thought. “Should draw this and sell it to that damned museum we were just at...hang it up for all the world to see just how beautiful you are…”

You think Steve is about to just fuck you, and you’re totally okay with that.

Not expecting to get fucked and then getting fucked is a wonderful surprise, one you welcome.

But then he kisses down your navel again, and lightly licks and nips at your clit.

The minitrations illicit loud and broken moans out of you. Your fingers fly to the back of his head, pulling him impossibly closer to you. His blood-stained hands hold you hips up, keeping them from bucking. It’s good, it’s so good.

He removes one, and begins to fuck his fingers in and out you. It’s good, your clit in his mouth, his fingers in your cunt.

You cum with a cry. If the first time made you see stars, this time you’re able to identify the Big Dipper. Before the orgasm was surprising, almost juvenile. It reminded you of getting fingered on the bleachers, or in a bathroom.

This one makes you feel like an adult. An actual, real life adult woman with actual, real life adult woman desires.

“Fuck,” is all you can muster.

Steve crawls up to you, resting part of his body on your chest, which is still heaving. He places a hand on your hip, his thumb rubbing supportively.

“Was hoping you’d say that,” he says, smiling. God, you want to hit him.

Not in a sexual way, though. Not right now, at least.

You groan a little at his gloating. He looks like a cheshire cat. “Shut up and fuck me, you insolent bastard.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says before positioning himself at your entrance.

Despite his sarcastic nature, he watches you for any sign of discomfort while he slowly enters you. It’s sweet, and sickeningly slow.

You moan, wrapping your legs around his waist to give him a better angle. This is exactly what you needed to make you feel less shitty, some good ole fuckin’ with your exceptionally attractive boyfriend.

By the end, you two are a moaning mess. You finish again, your hand on your clit and Steve kissing your neck. This time, the crystal clear pleasure is gone, and you feel like a giant fuzzy cloud of “holy fucking Jesus H Christ that was amazing.”

While your pussy pulses around him, Steve cums inside you. When he pulls out and collapses next to you, you’re finally clear-headed enough to take in the scene around you.

It looks like you should section off the bed with caution tape. Steve’s dick, hands, and face are absolutely covered in blood, as is the bed.

That’s when it hits you. White sheets. Deep red and brown clumps of your uterine lining. An absolutely perfect but sometimes forgetful boyfriend.

“Steve, babe?” you question, attempting to pry him away from the edge of sleep.

“Mmmrf,” is all he says, face down, head resting between your breasts.

“Did you forget to pull a towel down before we fucked?”

He lifts his head, smile sated. “Maybe.”

You sigh, and let his head fall back down. Finding a way to non-suspiciously change your blood sheets is a problem for tomorrow-you. Right-now-you just wants to run your fingers through Steve’s hair, his light snores filling your room and giving you something to fall asleep to.

“You know I’m gonna make you do this next time, too, right?” You ask, suddenly just as tired as Steve looks.

He nods a little, then turns his head so you can hear him. He kisses your breast before he speaks. “Of course, baby. Would do anything for you, especially when it comes you makin’ love to ya.”

You smile. “Good. Because after that, there’s no way I’m ever letting you go.”

Steve chuckles. “Ditto, babe.”

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Vodka shots

(one off crack fic about a drunken night with friends,Sherlock, John, Mary, Molly and Greg rated teen. ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14784908)

John is staring at Sherlock leaning forward his chair, the clock ticking in the background. John’s hands folded in front of him, staring holes into Sherlock.

“Shut up John you are thinking too loud,” Sherlock begs quietly, his head in his hands.

Silence for two breaths.

“Do you remember what happened last night?”John asked knowingly and eyebrow raised.

“I don’t remember hardly what life was like before the room turned into the Twirling Toadstool at Alton Towers CAN THE EARTH STOP MOVING FOR ONE MINUTE PLEASE!” Sherlock collapses back in the chair.

John narrows his eyes. “YOU ALMOST PUNCHED AN EARL!” John yelled fully knowing it would kill Sherlock’s head.

Sherlock whimpered, squeezing his eyes together tighter.

Another pregnant pause.

“Shit.” Sherlock manages.

“Yeah.” John says with irritation, eyebrows raised.

“Some of it is returning to me.” Sherlock admits sheepishly.  

“You want me to give you a full report?” John asks irritatedly.

Silence again

“Please.” Sherlock asked quietly.

John begins after an exasperated sigh.

19:00 friday night in 221B

Mary sits on the sofa, clock ticking in the background. She looks back and forth between Sherlock and John, both engrossed in whatever is on their laptops. She draws a deep breath through her nose.

“You two calm it down not sure I can handle this much excitement on a Friday night,” she smirks.

They both look up at her. “Rosie is with Mrs Hudson downstairs. We are all alive and some semblance of young. I say pub.” She rises, phone in hand, obviously texting.

They both ignore her and look back at their laptop.

“Oi, you two! March! I just texted Molly and Greg, calling cab now. Up! Up!” She grins and gestures with her free hand as she puts the phone to her ear to summon their ride. John and Sherlock grudgingly look at each other but rise and follow her downstairs.

20:05 first pub

Saddled up to the bar, Sherlock, John and Mary wait for Greg and Molly to join them. Greg is first. Hellos all around.

“First round on me,” Greg lets everyone know.

“We’ll wait for Molly,” Sherlock says plainly not looking up from his phone.

Greg, with a bemused look and raised eyebrow at John and Mary, says “Naturally.”

They only have to wait a moment and Molly comes in the door. All eyes at the bar turn toward her. She is wearing a bright crepe yellow wrap dress hitting just below her knees and sensible nude heels. Her smile was just as sunny, and she had her hair down and straightened. Sherlock turned when everyone else did and Mary sees his face change. Mary squealed a little and went to hug Molly. When she did she turned her around a bit in zeal and looked right at Sherlock as she tells Molly, “You look radiant!” and gave a wink. His jaw had slacked some and eyes darkened when he saw Molly but he turned it into an unconvincing eye roll for Mary. Mary and Molly leaned against the bar, chatting and John and Greg joined Sherlock.

“Pints everyone?” Greg asked.

“And vodka shots,” Mary adds mischievously, Molly giggling beside her.

Greg sighed “Well no one is driving.” He ordered a round of shots and pints of lager, handing them out to everyone.

“To Friday night and mates, cheers!” Everyone throws the shots back and Greg joins in conversation with Molly and Mary. Sherlock finds his can’t take his eyes off Molly and his phone sits absently in his hand, mid typing.

John looks at him, and waves his hand in front of his face. Sherlock only narrows his eyes and looks at John.

“You are staring, it could be called impolite,” John smirks.

“Clearly I am being polite since that was her design...or your wife’s,” he give half an eyeroll.

John puts his hands up innocently, “I wasn’t part of it if it was, but I would not put it past her.”

Molly looks happily over at Sherlock, and John sees his face tighten. If this is what you are trying to do Mary, it might actually work, John muses.

221B next morning

Sherlock, head still in hands, grunts.

John nods, “Yes we can blame Mary for this partly, literally everything after you two started to drink is all on you both.”

Sherlock raises an eyebrow as he slowly sits up.

“Shit,” he says with emphasis.

“Yeeeeeah,” John drawls out nodding.

21:00 Pub number two

“If you think I cannot hold my alcohol and not drink you under the table because of my size, or because I am a woman, you are in for a lesson Sherlock Holmes,” Molly says confidently.

Greg, Mary and John looking back and forth as those two volley like they are at Wimbledon. Eyes turn to Sherlock who is laughing, “This is simple science, Molly and you know that. Really, we aren’t 18, do we have to start a drinking contest?”

The group looks back to Molly. She smirks, “I have calculated down to the militters the science for you before. You wanna bet on that science? Or are you all mouth and no trousers?”

They both do not break gaze for a solid 8 seconds. Both gulp in between breaths and Sherlock relents first, turning to bar, “Barkeep, two vodka shots.”

221b next morning

Groaning is all Sherlock manages.

John sighs, “Of course we all thought this was probably the worst thing you both could have decided to do at the time, but neither of you would relent and, well, it got way worse.”

Sherlock racks his brain and it starts flashing back. How many shots had they had? He doesn’t know. Molly was beating him squarely and he had tried to get her to call a draw. She ignored him and started talking to a man who settled up to her way too close. The pub was crowded and dark but he could see the man wasn’t close to her just because of circumstance…

“Fuck,” Sherlock whispers.

“Yep,” John nods again.

22:35 random crowded club in Soho, third place of the night

Mary managed to drag Molly to the loo. She kept her arm in hers to keep her steady. Molly, stubborn as she may be, was starting to see the effects of the vodka. But the bright lights in the loo helped revive her a moment. Or least make her feel a little less pissed.

“I love you both, but I swear to God if you two don’t get to shagging, it’s going to be the death of one of you,” Mary says, arms folded.

Molly frowned, shaking her head, “ What you mean? We are...friends...I mean I want to lick that stupid neck.” She stops herself, wide eyed.

Mary stiffles a giggle. “Listen, you two are too drunk tonight anyway, but you still looked ravishing.” Mary smoothed Molly’s hair down, checking her makeup as well. “Best money spend at a salon I have seen in awhile. Effect achieved.” Mary grabbed her arm again which Molly gladly gave. “We are getting you a water, because that vodka is really going to hit you soon.

As they made their way back to the bar, John was guiding Sherlock to the loo as well. Sherlock smirked, too drunk to resist the temptation, “ Ready for another round or giving up?” he called out as they passed Molly.

She stiffened and Mary gripped her arm tighter, “Ready when you are, Holmes!” Mary groaned the same time as John as they lead their respective friends away from each other.

“Water!”, Mary said setting a glass full with a straw in front of Molly at the bar. Mary turned to Greg at her left, both lamenting together how the evening turned out. Molly leaned on the bar, feeling the last shot they took starting to wash over her. She started moving to the music without thinking about it. She didn’t notice at first the man who settled up next to her.

“Excuse me,” he said “would you like to join me on the floor? Dance floor of course, at least at first.” He gave a mischievous grin. Molly gave a polite smile, but was trying to look over him to see if Sherlock was on his way back to the bar. Wait, use this, her drunk logic brain told her. She smiled bigger and said, “Hmm well I am waiting on a friend but we can chat here.”

The man grinned back and moved in closer to her. Shit I regret this now, she thought. She can see the loo doors and there is Sherlock, John following. The man beside her turns his head to see what she is looking at.

“Oh darling don’t tell me you are ignoring me for that,” he sniffed, “Come on let’s dance.” Sherlock was close enough now and she was thankful as the man grabbed her ass to pull her away. She reached to slap him but he was snatched out of her range. Sherlock threw him against a nearby table. The other man was about to strike with a punch. Sherlock made a swing as well, but luckily both men misses due to imnebiriantion. John was on Sherlock arms keeping him held back and Sherlock let him. Greg was on the other man, yelling out his credentials.

“Well that is fine, I am the Earl of Pembroke!” the man yelled back.

“Dammit Sherlock!” John managed while  Mary held back an angry Molly

“How about we keep our hands off the ladies and get ourselves on home, alright?” Greg said as he shoved the Earl out the door of the club. Once outside Greg got him in a cab and on his way.

John let go of Sherlock and Mary the same with Molly once they felt calmer.

Molly and Sherlock both were still standing there, heavily breathing from the incident.

Sherlock looked at Molly, best as he could considering the level of alcohol in his system.

“Fuck it” he said matter of factually and went over to Molly.

Mary and John watched frozen in place. Neither really sure what was going to happen.

Molly stared at Sherlock for a moment and moved toward him, bravery greatly increased by the vodka.Their eyes met for a moment and then like two ships crashing they met in the middle, lips smashed and hands were on faces.

“YEEEEESSSSS!” A tipsy Mary yells arms in the air and even John started laughing.  

But then they didn’t separate. Greg returned to the bar in shock, and gave a look to John and Mary who just shrugged. Greg started chugging his pint and John and Mary looked at each like “ok...”

It was getting awkward now. John went back to the bar and Mary. They started a conversation again, trying to ignore the two snogging like mad and Greg looks at his email on his mobile. That was until Sherlock lifted her up suddenly, Molly wrapped her legs around him and he pushed her against the bar, knocking glasses off that were right next to Mary. With that they all started yelling again.

“Oh my God you two, ok time to go!” John shouts.

“Jesus, Sherlock “ Greg yelped out.

Mary sprung into action, and up on the bar top and behind it, grabbing Molly’s waist, she was a tiny light thing anyway, and pulled her off, out the end of the bar and toward the door.

John messaged Mycroft asking for a limo so they could all get home.

The ride back to 221B was just as eventful. The group had separated Sherlock and Molly for a moment, but they insisted they could behave so they were allowed to sit beside each other. Mary did not believe them.

Sure enough, it just took one look between them and  Molly flip her leg over sit on his lap and every one in the car started yelling “Oh My God ! Molly! No!

Mary got up and gently grabbed her waist and moved her to the side of Sherlock, both sloppily trying to keep their lips connected.

“Please, stop,” John groaned into his hands. Greg was rubbing his eyes wearily.

Mary had just gotten back in her seat when Molly was right back at on Sherlock’s lap and he had two hands on her arse.

“BLOODY HELL!” John and Greg yelled together.

And Mary crawled back over the two guys to get to the two again. The sloppy couple seemed to anticipate what she was going to do and were latching onto each other.

Mary complained “ It’s like trying to separate two octopuses...octopi... whatever, God how many arms do they have?!”

She managed to drag a very irritated Molly back to her seat and sat down with Molly sitting on her lap like a child, arms wrapped around her holding her in place. Blessedly this seems to calm her down.

Greg had put an arm across Sherlock’s chest to keep him back and said “Enough” through gritted teeth.

The rest of the ride was quiet and thankfully short.

Once there, Mary held onto Molly, who was begging her to let her go. “Nope, dear, this is for your own good. It would be rubbish sex right now. I only want the best for you two.”

Sherlock was being dragged out by John and Greg but he was in a worse state. He did manage a sloppy “Molly, I love you” before they got him out of the car. Molly said “ I love you too!” as the door closed.

“They are staying here, drive on,” Mary instructed the chauffeur.

221B morning after

“I did what?” Sherlock goes sheet white.

John chuckles a bit, ”Yeah you two could not keep your hands of each other. And yes, you told her you loved her. Well I think that was it, it was really slurred to be honest.”

Sherlock gulps.

“Oh and Mary is on the way here with Molly,” he grins.

“What?” Sherlock chokes out, standing up way too suddenly, then grimaces with pain.

“Two hungover fools, maybe you can figure something out,” John exasperates.

With that Molly and Mary are at the door.

If Mary had any hangover it didn’t show, and came in with a wide smile.

“Morning Sherlock, was the contest worth it?” she says in a low voice, which Sherlock appreciates.

Sherlock cannot bring himself to look up at Molly.

“I would say at this time, a resounding no,” Sherlock groans out, “ But I thank you for being quieter than your husband.”

“Well, that is just for Molly here, not for you dear,” Mary states. “Leaving her here so you two can reminisce about last night, or at least mutually suffer.”

Sherlock pops his head up, seeing a knowing grin on Mary’s face. Molly is dressed as he usually expects, not in her yellow dress, not that he expected that and her hair was in a loose ponytail.

She kisses Molly on the cheek, “Take it easy.”

Sherlock and Molly steal side glances at each other as Mary and John leave. Once the door closes downstairs, the silence is sits like a relief over both of them until they both consider what happened last night.

“Last night,” Sherlock starts

Molly rubs her hands at her pockets and grimaces a bit.

“Yeah,” is all she manages.

Molly looked at Sherlock expectantly, and then down at her feet “So… what now?”

He rises, at first confidently then wobbles a bit and stands in front of Molly where he is looking down at her. Molly gulps instinctively as they lock eyes.

“I was wondering if you…” he starts hesitantly, narrowing his gaze.

“Yes?” she asks apprehensively.

“Would like to go to my bed and…” Sherlock adds timidly.

Molly’s eyes widen and mouth drops a bit.

“And take a bloody nap oh God the room is spinning and my head is exploding,” Sherlock exasperates out in one breath, squinting one eye trying to maintain some eye contact over the pain.

Molly’s face falls to relief, and she breathes out as she closes her eyes and put her forehead on his chest.

“Oh God, thank you. Yes, I am so dizzy not sure how I made it up the stairs unaided,” she mumbles into his chest.

Sherlock slips his arm in hers as they turn toward his room, holding each other up along the way.

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