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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 6 months

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@ablev92 can't leave the boy hanging with nothing. This is not exactly your idea but something that hopefully will still scratch the itch. 🤍✨

His girl

"It's beyond me how you stomach that guy," Violet breathed out, her body slumping onto the mat. You couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Xaden was desperate to keep her alive. Wasn't hard to see why especially considering that he had so openly brought her to train away from the rest of the group and with the rebellion bunch.

"Less talking more working, give me five more", you tapped Violet's thigh, urging her to do a couple more sit-ups. The girl's muscles were nowhere to be seen. It still was beyond you how she wasn't swept by the wind while crossing the Parapet. She huffed as she pulled up time after time. Then maybe the brain was the better asset to possess. "Rest for a bit, I don't want to see your lunch all over the floor", you threw a water bottle her way that she barely caught, chugging it down in no time.

You let yourself sink to the floor as you too started your warm-up. Itching for a real tassel. You haven't properly fought in a couple of weeks. Even since during one of the patrols you got mixed up in an ambush. You slid down your dragon and injured your shoulder. It was nothing major but the boys were mother hens so you were not allowed to do anything.

"Do you ever fight with him?", Violet gestured to Garrick once more. Your eyes moved over where both Xaden and he threw punches at one another across the room. Shirts were already discarded. But then most of the time these boys trained shirtless. Too much body heat they said. "Shouldn't you only have your eyes set on Xaden? He's a jealous type", you asked her teasingly. Leaning forward to stretch your back. You couldn't see her face but she no doubt was red like a tomato. Violet couldn't hide her emotions for shit. That was another thing Xaden should teach her.

"I thought Xaden was the scary one but...", she breathed. Her yapping was starting to get on your nerves but then Xaden chose you for a reason. The rest of the group would have already broken the girl or she would be crying in the corner. "Don't say it out loud Garrick's ego might explode", you chuckled, reaching to put your hair up into a messy bun. "But do you?", Violet urged. You could understand her fascination this group was quite a sight for sore eyes. "I fought with all of them. Imogen, Bodhi, Xaden, Garrick", you said casually, eyes locking on the person you hoped would finally look your way.

"And you walk off the mat?", you could feel her eyes on you but you were already shrugging your shirt off, leaving only a tight black sports bra on, "Well, I'm standing here, aren't I?", you winked her way as you stepped closer to the mats.

"Looks very fun but I'm borrowing Garrick", you said casually, motioning with your hand for Xaden to step away. The guy simply brushed his hand through his messy hair as he smirked. "I ain't fighting with you", Garrick said coldly, turning his attention back on Xaden as if you weren't standing right in front of him. You could hear oo's sounding all around the room. Even Xaden snickered. "I ain't got all day Riorson, let's...", Garrick grumbled but you struck first, fist colliding with his hand and making him drop his dagger.

"You little...", Garrick bit back as he turned towards you, his big shoulders flexing as he quickly threw a punch of his own. One that you quickly dogged. Elbowing him in his stomach as you turned. It almost looked like a dance as you both swirled around the fight mat. Eyes blazing. You managed to throw him off balance slightly hoping to deliver a final blow with your leg. Unfortunately, it was Garrick we were talking to. He was the best for a reason. His hand quickly wrapped around your ankle as he tugged, your back met the floor as an airy huff slipped past your lips.

"He will kill her", Violet nearly shouted, her knuckles pale as she gripped the water bottle. "Relax, enjoy the spectacle," Imogen mussed. And she wasn't wrong. Everyone had stopped to watch. "He will...", Violet was about to argue more but her eyes caught the smiles painting both of your lips. You had quickly wrapped your legs around Garrick's torso, arm logged in his throat as you managed to turn you both around. Chest heaving for air.

"Want to tap out?", you mussed, leaning closer to him, locking eyes with the man beneath you. Garrick had a proud smirk on his face. You watched him slowly lifting his hand off the mat, fully prepared to walk away from this. But that same hand quickly wrapped around your neck, throwing you off balance as he once again pinned you right beneath him, "Nice try baby", he breathed right by your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine.

"Press harder, I like it", you purred back, making him rare back as you stared at you, "You will be the death of me", he released his grip around you but his warning finger was still pointing at you. "Go fuck it out", Bodhi shouted across the room, making some people laugh. Garrick shot him a death glare. "Be careful, you might be laying beneath him next", you teased back, making Bodhi bite back a laugh as Garrick shook his head.

"Am I off bed rest now?", you asked as you followed him across the gym. "No", he breathed simply, "You're still in pain, your left hand twitched multiple times. It hasn't healed yet", Garrick said plainly as he reached for his water but you quickly kicked it out of reach. Garrick stilled for a heartbeat. The rest of the group was used to you both nagging at each other so almost no one paid you any attention.

"Let me train", you said firmly, only to let out a yelp as Garrick yanked you closer, pushing you against the walk as his frame toward over yours. "I said no", he hissed back. But you knew what this was. You had gone missing that night. They looked for you for two days straight. Well... Garrick did. Against all orders. No sleep. No food. His clothes were damp as he flew over and over. Followed by your dragon. You reached up to cup his face and Garrick instantly closed his eyes.

"I promise you that I'm well", you said softly, "nothing hurts, it's slightly sore, that's all", you tried to reason with this big broody man. "And your fingers", he reached for your palm, you knew what he was looking for, so you quickly moved each of your fingers around. Bending and flexing them. Garrick let out a sigh. "Fine", he breathed. "I can train with Bodhi...", "Like hell is anyone else touching you", Garrick hissed back, making you roll your eyes.

Stepping on your tippy toes you wrapped your arms around his neck, Garrick rose to his full height, making your feet dangle as you held up. His hands instantly reached down to cup your bum as you wrapped your legs around him. "You're lucky that I love you", he muttered as he carried you back to his preferred corner. You gave him your best angel smile that he only shook his head at. "I love you too, thank you for trusting me", you kissed the side of his neck softly, before your eyes darted back to the room. "If you feel..", Garrick started but you cut him off quickly, "Even the tiniest sense of pain I will tell you and we will stop". He nodded at your words, frown disappearing. Violet stood there with her big eyes still on you two. You quickly saluted her. "They're like...", she breathed out, making Imogen let out a chuckle, "Dating, fucking, loving - all of it", the female mused, "Just don't stare too much Garrick doesn't like it". Imogen tapped Violet's shoulder making her turn for the mat that exclusively belonged to Garrick. She knew without having to ask that your roll of training Xaden's girl was now her responsibility.

#garrick tavis #garrick tavis x reader #garrick tavis x you #garrick tavis imagine #garrick tavis fourth wing #garrick fourth wing x reader #fourth wing x reader #fourth wing imagine #xaden riorson x reader

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ravensmadreads · 9 months

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Unhinged totally unasked for thots about Riding Pedro Boys

Authors Note: So this came from me chugging entirely too many energy drinks and then projectile vomiting in Taylors inbox. I'd like to warn you that: English isn't my first language, I have never written smut before, I'm not a real writer, and also I'm trash goblin levels of unhinged about this. That being said; Enjoy and uhh. Forgive me Fandom

JAVIER PEÑA

Javier Pena doesn't let you do it.

Don't @ me LISTEN! (YES I STARTED OFF WITH A CONTROVERSIAL THOT FUCKING BITE ME.)

That man does not have the time, or the patience, or the good sense (the sense is at the other end) to let you ride. He needs the control okay? And sometimes it's not even about the control ! It's the frustration. It piles and piles and piles until he snaps. He needs to do. He will bend you over and work his frustration away until he has had enough and you let him because he needs it. (And lets be real he makes it worth your while every single time)

BUT. When he finally fucking retires, and gets a ranch, and breaths air not tinged with the smells of death, cigarettes and guns for the first time in however many years, and maybe drinks some fucking water, he takes you out on a date. He fumbles through the entire thing, panics because he thinks he blew it, still manages to get you home, gets ridden for the first time in like 6 years, and can't walk straight for an entire day and stammers every time someone asks him why.

JAVIER GUTIERREZ

Javi G loves it. He loves watching you. Gets all puppy dog wide eyed (remember the pool scene face??? Thats it.) and you have to really focus because his look of straight up wonder and awe and bright eyed eagerness makes you want to cry. He's panting like he's running a marathon, running his big hands EVERYWHERE he can reach. He makes you feel worshipped and adored and so very very loved. Thanks you after. For being so amazing, and so wonderful to him, and thanks the universe that he found you. Cause he's sap. You definitely cry after.

JOEL MILLER

(Watch me be controversial again) Joel is fucking tired okay? He has old man bones and creaky joints and his back is achy. Patrol was agony, Jesse wouldn't shut up the entire time, and Tommy was giving him shit, and he has no energy to drill anyone into the mattress (as much as we all want him to). He's just plain tired. He likes you on top. Likes it slow (like a roast chicken on a sunday slow). Enjoys the gradual build up, likes to lean back, watch with half open eyes as you take your time. Wants to indulge in something beautiful at the end of the world, and that something is you. He makes sexy grunting noises, mutters a whole lot of praise ~and filth~ and just y'know. Savours it. 🫠🫠🫠 savours you. 🫠

DIETER BRAVO

Dieter is a maniac. (Leave him alone he has adhd!!) He can't still still for the life of him so you best believe he changes positions 6 times and the only way you're getting to ride is if you're also putting some weight elsewhere. To hold him down! You squeeze his neck once and he MELTS. INSTANTLY. Loses all sense. Starts babbling and whimpering and making extremely pathetic noises. Will definitely buck up and whine. PRAISES YOU. BEGGING. LOUD NOISES.

MAX PHILLIPS

Max is a heathen. He just likes watching you bounce. That's it. That's the post :p

MARCUS PIKE

Marcus P is a romantic. He will be doing the whole "lean forward and try to get kisses in between" while also "moaning and maintaining eye contact" and he's holding you so tight , squeezing your sides and also muttering declarations of love. About how he wants a life with you, and a family, and a home, and a future. How he's going to "make you so happy baby, I promise I will, I swear to you". Doesn't let you off for from on top of him for atleast a half hour after; kissing all over your face and rubbing your back and petting your hair "I meant all of it sweetheart. I want all of you." shsbzgwgsvsg ilovehimsomuch and I've only ever seen gifsets of this man what is wrong with me

MARCUS MORENO

Marcus M is A MENACE. He wears his stupid glasses, and has his stupid shirt off, while he does stupid taxes/meeting plans in bed. You keep throwing side glances and getting increasingly wound up and he just has this gentle smirk but he's mostly ignoring you. You sidle up to him and maybe start kissing his jaw, laying gentle pecks down his neck, and he's still fukcungh working "Baby. I need to finish this. I'm sorry, you need to wait." But that smirk is still there and it's driving you crazy and maybe you keep kissing until you reach his *coughs* and then you're working on getting him interested. You can still hear the fucking pen scratching though and so you go deeper, and he raises an eyebrow. "be good now honey" You're settling in his lap and he has you sitting there until he has finished his paperwork with you whimpering and trying not to squirm because you want to be good you really do and you know he'll make it so much better but he feels so good and when he's finally finally done you get to move but you're so wound up you can't pull yourself together enough to find a rhythm and you're nearly in tears and he has to grip your sides and murmur instructions in your ear and help you until you're satisfied and just when you think he's done, and about to flip you over, he adjusts his grip and starts moving from underneath you until you're crying and he's finished ~which doesnt happen until you've come 2 more times~

DAVE YORK

Dave. Oh my gosh Dave. Dave is a strict dom if ever there was one. With him it's a punishment. He'll tell you to hold off until he's done which is freaking impossible with how deep he gets, and how he likes to warm up his hands on your butt while you're trying desperately to hold onto that last thread of control. He is muttering absolute filth, holding your arms behind your back with one hand while the other is either laying smack after smack or rubbing you furiously all the while he's got the smuggest look. "Don't you dare baby. Be a good girl now. Listen and obey for once". But you can't because he's not fair and he knows it. And when you do finally fall apart he's clenching his teeth trying to hold back himself and his hands are holding you up as you gasp his name like it's the only word you know. He's running his hands down your back and kissing you softly and helping you catch your breath and when you finally get your heart to stop pounding and look up at him, he's watching you with this dangerously soft smile and he goes "oh you're in for it now aren't you honey?" and kisses your forehead while you try not to whimper.

FRANKIE MORALES

Frankie is a soft boy. He loves it. Craves it. He loves giving up control. Wants you to tie him up and have your way until he has no thoughts left in that pretty little head. He is swearing like an absolute sailor the entire time, calling you ma'am, begging to be released so he can kiss you and touch you, absolutely nearly breaks the head board once he was so desperate. Wants to be edged but also is the biggest WIMP about it. Will pout and swear and beg and plead but then want you to deny him again. Will definitely be mumbling absolute nonsense once you're done. Needs all the aftercare. Blushes pink when he gets it. Wraps himself around you like a HUGE koala bear after. ~and returns the edging favour 3 times over when he gets in his Captain Francisco Morales Mood~

JACK DANIELS

BONUS TWO I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT and tumblr won't let me put gifs for:

Jack makes every single cowboy joke known to man. You have to put your hand on his mouth to get him to shut the hell up. His eyes get all glassy when you do. He puts his hat on top of your head and busies himself in your neck (dual benefits: A. He shuts up and B. HICKIES) will definitely drag you on top of him in his Bronco (he likes to show off) will pull up on the side of the road almost 70% of the times you drive together. Bites you over your clothes. Loves the way you grab desperately at this leather jacket. Definitely makes you bend over and 'clean up the mess sugar' before driving like the hounds of hell are after him all the way back home and doing it all over again because "we gotta make you a mama now love"

PERO TOVAR

Pero got married after he came back and retired as a sell sword. His wife is a soft but sassy thing who's a little (read: not at all, she returns his snark twice over) intimidated by him but also thinks he's a good man because he saved her village from raiders. She has seen him grumble and snark at but then also share his food with the orphans who works at the village inn. She's inexperienced (let me live my victorian life) and he doesn't really think he deserves her but also he's not so much an idiot to say no to someone like her. She's the village "healer" and he met her when he got stabbed by one of the raiders (arm wound: not serious.) He has to teach her. She gets shy and flustered, which is a total 180 from her sassy self, and Pero loves it. She makes the most amazing sounds that have him thinking that maybe he did something right in his life to end up in her arms. She wants to please her new husband and asks her married friends for advice and they tell her about this new position. So she asks him, stuttering and tripping over words, if she could try something she heard about? From a friend? She straddles him and Pero loses his mind. He's closing his eyes and clenching his jaw so hard and she's whimpering in the most DELICIOUS way and he's trying so hard to hold back and let her take her pace and she's so worried "am I not doing it right?" Pero has to take 3 deep breaths before he's centred enough to answer and then he helps her. Puts his hands on her hips to guide her. Puts one of her hands on his shoulder "steady now pequenita" and puts the other low on her belly and presses in so she can feel him. Loves the way she cries out. Bends forward to leave little marks everywhere he can reach. She's scrambling at his chest, leaving nail marks he loves, and finally grabbing his hair and pulling until he groans. And when they're both done and sated and sweaty he kisses her, looks her in the eye and winks. "I'm going to have to go thank your friend now, mi esposa."

DIN DJARIN

Din and you dont have time. The razor crest is finally in hyperspace, you got shot at for the 50th time in 2 weeks, (because Murphys Law seems to be the only law Mando never breaks), you're exhausted, sweaty, and the giggly green monster of chaos only made you chase him down from the top of a weapons cabinet twice before he finally decided to take a nap. You're frustrated, and in desperate need of a shower, and a nap, but also you can't get the image of Mando fighting out of your head. Before you know it, the hormones have taken over and you're attacking him in the pilot seat. The bucket is off (I refuse to look at my own reflection in the tin cans helmet while we do the do), he's got you arching into him, your shirt is half torn from the top because Din refuses to wait for "so many fucking buttons Meshla" the gloved hand is squeezing the back of your neck, his mouth is on your chest, his other hand (you only managed to get one glove off) is splayed out on your back. You're riding him like you're trying to break him and his thigh holster? thing (do i look like i can figure out what they're called?) is digging marks into your skin but you're too turned on to care. It's frantic, it's messy, you're PRAYING the tiny green menace stays asleep as you do your best to muffle your sounds. The refresher isn't big enough for a round two, (you still do your best), and your legs feel like jelly, when you finally pass out; curled up on top of the human space heater while he hums Mando'a in your ear.

*****

TAGGING: @chronically-ghosted (you are a menace but ily)

@fuckyeahdindjarin (here I go trying that writing thing again, stop me pls)

#raven writes #i apologize for all of this #idk what came over me #i was possessed #and taylor refused to sedate me #javier pena x reader #dieter bravo x reader #javier gutierrez x reader #joel miller x reader #marcus moreno x reader #marcus pike x reader #dave york x reader #pero tovar x reader #din djarin x reader #max phillips x reader #frankie morales x reader #jack daniels x reader

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normal-internet-user · 1 year

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Hi, hope Im not sending this in the wrong time 👉👈🥺

Can I get bay turtles headcanons with a toddler sibling reader (gender neutral)

Oh sweet Anon, this is going to be so freakin' cute!! Tysm for the request!💕

BAYVERSE BOYS WITH A TODDLER SIBLING READER

Headcanons at the bottom, first is the backstory!💕 (P.S. (R/N) means random name!)

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When they found you, you were all alone and crying your eyes out for your mother whom had left you once she deemed you too much to deal with.

Mikey was the first one to approach you, He held out his hands while he crouched down to your level.

He managed to sooth you out of your crying while the other three stood there wondering who could possibly leave their child alone in New York.

Once Mikey had you calmed down, you clung onto him like he was your life line. Like he genuinly couldn't get you to let go of him.

The four brothers had a quiet conversation on what they should do while you were sniffling in Mikey's arms.

Eventually Leo just said they woukd take you home and inquire with Splinter. So, they cut patrol short, and began the walk home.

Mikey talked cheerily to you the whole walk, with you listening intently while giggling every now and again.

Once they arrived back at the Lair, Donnie rushed off to alert Master Splinter of the situation. Mikey managed to set you down on the couch without much fuss, and you looked around curiously.

Donnie walked back into the room with Splinter by his side, and the old rat sighed at the sight of your small form.

He approached you slowly, standing just infront of you with the others standing slightly behind him.

You looked nervously at him, and Splinter smiled warmly at you, doing his best to put you at ease.

"Hello there little one, my name is Splinter, do you know what yours is?" he said gently, sitting across from you on the large couch.

You shook your head, "Mama called me brat!" you said, smiling at Splinter. Your voice was hoarse from your constant crying and the dehydration that came with that.

The four brothers exchanged worried looks with each other and their father, and Leo excused himself to get you a glass of water.

"Hm, how did you end up alone little one?"

You shrugged your shoulders, looking around the Lair curiously, "Mama told me she would be back later."

Leo returned and handed you the glass, "Here you go, drink this." he said as you took the glass excitedly from him.

You chugged down the water, then once you had finished, you wiggled off the couch to place the glass on the table infont of you.

Splinter placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, causing you to turn and face him, "How long have you been alone?"

You skrunched up your face while you thought, eventually you just opened your arms wide as you could, "This many!" you said.

Splinter let out a 'hm', he then picked you up and placed you back on the couch, "Stay here for a moment, young one."

He motioned for his sons to follow him, then walked them to the otherside of the room, you still in their line of sight and they began a hushed conversation.

You looked over at them, your boredom mounting. Eventually they came back over to you, Splinter crouching infront of you.

"How would you like to stay with us little one?"

You nodded happily, smiling widely.

Splinter smiled softly, turning to face his sons, "Then it is settled. I expect you boys to get them nice and settled in."

"Yes, Sensei." Leo said, while Mikey walked over and happily picked you up.

With one final smile your way, Splinter left you with your new brothers, "I'll see you all at dinner then."

Mikey beamed at you as he walked towards the kitchen, "We're gonna be best friends! We'll do finger paintings and I'll teach you how to skateboard-"

"Mikey, slow down, first we need to figure out a name for them." Leo said, taking you from his younger brother and setting you on the table.

"How about (R/N)?" Donnie suggested.

Mikey shook his head, "Nah, that's lame, let's name them (R/N)!"

"They're both stupid, I was thinkin' (Name)." Raph said, shoving his brothers out of the way to hand you a poptart.

You giggled, "(Name)! (Name), (Name) (Name)!" you bit into the sugary pastry and kicked your feet happily.

Raph smirked triumphantly, "You like that one shorty?"

You nodded, continuing to eat your delicious poptart, "I like (Name)! (Name) is good."

"Well then, (Name), welcome home." Leo said with a smile...

....................................

So that's how they found you,

The first night you were there Donnie called April and asked her to bring some toddler stuff.

She showed up with Casey in tow, both confused as hell as to why this stuff was needed.

When they saw you they were all like "Wtf?"

Leo explains the situation and April instantly warmed up to you.

Cooing sweetly at you, while you just looked at your new brothers like, "Who tf is this lady and why is she talking like that."

Casey was just kinda indifferent,

Cool, there's a kid now.

Nice.

Anyway-

So you're now the youngest.

And as the youngest they ADORE you

Mikey relishes is the fact that he is no longer the youngest,

He loves that now he gets to act like a big brother.

But he can get a little carried away sometimes...

He did indeed try to teach you how to skateboard...

Off a precariously built ramp.

Donnie literally screeched when he saw.

The purple clad terrapin snatched you off the skateboard and proceeded to scold Mikey for the next hour.

Safe to say Leo was in charge of you for the next few days to ease Donnie's nerves.

You also have unrestricted access to Donnie's lab.

You can just waddle in on your little feet with zero repercutions.

Unless you break something, depending on what it was will determine how long Donnie will scold you.

Just shoot him some puppy eyes, he'll let it go pretty quick.

Leo tries to meditate with you.

Emphasis on tries.

Sadly he cannot get you to sit still,

Your little toddler brain just gets so bored, you need to get up and move around.

He's tried everything short of glueing you to the ground,

You just can't sit still long enough.

Raph likes to have your company while he's excersising.

Sometimes you'll sit on his shell while he does push-ups and just babble on about the most random shit in the world.

One time, you were talking about Smurfs

And then it turned into a detailed discussion on why you hated algea.

How you got there he had no idea,

But he still finds your ability to change the subject hilarious.

(Raph accidentaly teaches you swear words, oops)

Ahem-

You hate it when the boys have to leave for patrol.

You get all fussy and start crying,

So they make a point not to leave until they're absolutely POSITIVE you are sleeping.

One time, it was Mikey's turn to put you to sleep,

He didn't really check to make sure you had actually fallen asleep before he left.

Which is why while they were out,

Leo received a call from Mikey's phone.

"Mikey why are you calling me, I'm right here."

"What?"

After realizing Mikey didn't have his phone,

Leo answered it.

"Hello?"

"Leo!"

"(Name)?? Did Mikey give you his phone?"

"No! I took it when he tawt I was seepin'! Like a ninja! Can I have cookies and milk?"

*Sigh*

You got a little bit of a lecture when they got back that night.

Leo was trying to teach you that stealing was bad,

Raph thought it was fucking hilarious that Mikey got pick pocketed by a literal toddler,

Mikey was kinda embarrassed, 'cause, well, trained ninja-

Donnie was on Leo's side.

You did not get your cookies and milk,

Well at least not from Leo.

Raph definitly brought you some as a reward for succesfully pulling off your heist.

They are all super protective of you.

When April deems it time for you to start attending school,

All four of them are nervous about it, because if something happens,

They can't be there to protect you.

Eventually they get over it enough to not hide you from the women when she comes to take you to school for the first time.

After Donnie equipt you with a panic button, and multiple, and I mean multiple trackers.

Raph even gave you a swiss army knife, (Just don't tell Leo)

All in all,

They are AMAZING big brothers,

It's chaotic, yes.

It's a bit overwhelming at times,

But no matter what,

You grow up knowing you can always count on your big brothers to be there for you.

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There you go Anon! I think I got a little carried away with this one, heh. But I genuinly got excited when I saw the ask, I couldn't help it!💕

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #x reader #toddler!reader #child!reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles bayverse #tmnt bayverse #tmnt hc #tmnt child reader headcanons #tmnt bayverse x child reader #platonic #tmnt x reader platonic #tmnt x gn reader #tmnt 2014 x reader #tmnt 2016

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d3arapril · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/babi-doll777/738015479271129088/im-in-love-w-casual-dominance-wrap-your-arm

This with Abby

[link to post] oh YES. as much as i like reader to be independent, capable etc i am a sucker for this. save me abigail anderson save me i need saving!!!!!

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walking around the fob she'll have an arm around your shoulder or waist, she's pretty casual with it and doesn't like to be too touchy but if one of the slimy guys from the kitchen stares at you for too long the hand on your hip will tighten, if it's annoyed her real bad she might even slide a hand into the back pocket of your jeans and give your ass a quick squeeze just to remind him- everyone not to fuck with either of you.

on patrol she's always one step behind you. trip over? she's right there to help you up. sneak up on the clicker that was blocking your path? she's praising you with a well done, babe and a gentle squeeze on your shoulder that sends a shiver down your spine. dropped your gun and can't get it back? she insists you take hers, wants you to be safe. puts you first always.

at one of manny's shitty parties and you're chugging your beer, trying to beat nora to the bottom of the bottle and get out of taking one of manny's horrendous 'homemade shots'? abby's cheering for you, slapping at your knee to egg you on and before you can do it for yourself, her thumb comes up to swipe at the beer sliding from the corners of your lips and down your chin, cleaning you up. she nonchalantly sucks it into her mouth, tongue lapping up the bitter taste. when you're done, you're gasping for breath and your eyes widen as you watch her raise an eyebrow as if to say, what?, popping her thumb out of her mouth and wiping it against her jeans. she knows what.

when you finally get back to your room she's crowding you up against the door, tongue peeking out as she kisses from your chin, across your neck and to your ear. "you taste like beer," she hums, head moving back from it's place in your neck and hand coming up to grab your jaw, make sure your eyes on her. "suppose i should clean you up a bit more, hey?"

#Need her #SO BAD!#yeeehaw #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby tlou #my writing #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson fic #abby anderson smut

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captainmalewriter · 11 months

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Jailbreak

A bell attached to the liquor store entrance chimed as Alfonso De La Torre walked in with heavy feet. The tattooed young man kept his head down, only raising his head once to give the clerk an acknowledging nod of the head. Alfonso walked straight to the back of the store where all the various beers were displayed behind a glass door.

Alfonso opened the door and plucked out an ice cold can of Modelo. He then walked to the clerk with the beer in one hand and a $5 dollar bill in the other. Alfonso placed the bill on the counter and slid it under the safety glass to the clerk.

“Keep the change, I won’t need it,” Alfonso said. The clerk merely nodded his head as he rang him up. He had known Alfonso since he first moved into town a decade ago. The clerk knew that when it came to a guy like Alfonso, it was better to just smile and nod than to ask questions. The less he knew, the less likely he’d get called to the witness stand one day.

Alfonso opened the can as he walked out the liquor store, leaving the sounds of the can opening and the door bell chimes ringing behind him as he left. He then found a spot along the wall to lean against while he enjoyed his cold beer. It was a cool night with clear skies that night, perfect for a cold one. Alfonso took a long swig of Modelo. The bubbles rushed up the can as he chugged it. He then let out a satisfied ahhh, knowing full well that that can was likely going to be the last beer he’d enjoy in a while.

As he stood there savoring every last drop of alcohol, Alfonso could hear sirens blaring off somewhere not too far. They were getting closer with each passing second, and Alfonso only smirked as he saw the signature blues and reds of LAPD light up the street. Within a minute, two police cars pulled up into the parking lot. They parked right in front of the liquor store. Then out came three police officers with their guns and tazers points at Alfonso.

“Freeze! We have you surrounded!” one of the police officers shouted. Alfonso chuckled in response.

“Bro chilllll,” Alfonso took another drink of Modelo. “No need for all that... I just wanted one last beer before y’all take me in. Is that too much to ask? Or y’all finna shoot if I keep drinking?”

"Put your hands up behind your back!!" the lead officer barked. Alfonso sighed.

"Shit man... Tough crowd."

Alfonso finished his beer in one final chug then threw the empty can to the trash. He then walked towards the police with his hands raised up behind his head. Despite his cooperation, the police were still rough in handcuffing him. They shoved him into the backseat of one of the patrol cars. As they drove away, Alfonso looked out the window and took in the nighttime ambience of his city with a grin on his face.

The rest of the night went according to the usual protocol. The police took Alfonso to the precinct, processed him into the system, then put him in a holding cell for the night. Once the next morning came, Alfonso was transferred to another detention facility where he'd stay until his court date. Alfonso kept a bored expression on his face throughout the entire process, only smiling when he had a smart ass comment ready to piss off the officers. It wasn’t his first time going through the motions, and he had a feeling it wouldn't be his last either. However, although Alfonso was able to get off on bail or on parole the last couple times, the consequences of his latest arrest would prove to be more severe...

It was sometime in the late afternoon when Alfonso found himself bored and sitting in a nearly empty room. There was only a table and two chairs in the dull room. It was a drag, but Alfonso was grateful to get away from his weird cellmate Edwin. Edwin was arrested for breaking and entering into a private lake house. He wanted to catch some fish so he could harvest their organs. Something about needing fresh materials for his rituals. Alfonso never really bothered to learn the details, all he knew was that he needed to keep the weirdo happy or he might try something. Getting some time away from him was like a breath of fresh air for Alfonso, though now he found himself with new stress. The guard explained that it was time for him to meet with his lawyer (or more accurately, the public defender assigned to him). Despite their enthusiasm to help him, Alfonso kept turning them away. None of them matched the vibe he was looking for. He needed someone who would help him get off scot free, not just reduce the severity of his sentence. Until he found just the right lawyer, Alfonso kept holding out.

Alfonso leaned back against the chair, fingers tapping a rhythm against the stainless steel table. Through the small pane of glass on the door, he noticed one of the guards walk past with a man in a long sleeve dress shirt. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the well dressed man.

"Great, here comes the next bitchass..."

Alfonso watched as the man spoke with the guard, then walked into the holding room with him. Alfonso started mentally picking out all his finer details. His white shirt had no discernible wrinkles, likely from being ironed. His black slacks fit him just right, leading Alfonso to believe they were custom tailored to his exact size. The man sat across from Alfonso, placing a file on the table as he did so. Alfonso spotted a gold ring on his wedding finger with a matching wristwatch to boot. With everything Alfonso picked up about the man, he already decided he didn’t like him.

“Good evening, Mr. De La Torre, my name is Jackson. How are-”

“Get out. Get me another lawyer.” Alfonso interrupted the man. Jackson was visibly thrown off by this, but did not give up. Instead he adjusted himself in the seat and put on a stern face to show he meant business.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. You’re just gonna have to settle for having me as a lawyer.”

“Fuck that! Just get me another lawyer!”

“No can do-”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ve already turned away three other lawyers. You can’t just shop around for lawyers, there’s only so many public defenders you know.”

“Thh, whatever. I’m not talking to you.”

Alfonso sat back in his chair. Jackson merely opened the file he brought and started reading some of the papers.

“You’re my first assignment and I’m not gonna give on you. Just let me defend you in court and I promise we’ll get you out of this mess.” Jackson said while reading. Alfonso simply ignored him.

“You’re in deep shit, you know,” Jackson began. “Assaulting someone while on parole and you still wanna turn away a lawyer you couldn’t afford on your own? Gotta be really stupid to that.”

“What the fuck did you say?” Alfonso turned back to face him. “That motherfucker had it coming after he cheated on my little sister. You don’t know shit about me, don’t talk about me like you know me.”

“Aww, how noble of you! Unfortunately, the law doesn’t give a fuck about the situation behind the crime. A bloodied up man is in the hospital and his assailant took a little stroll to the nearby liquor store like it was just another Saturday night. Face it, man,” Jackson leaned in. “You need me to defend you in court or you’re done for.”

“Man, fuck you! You can’t defend me for shit!” Alfonso stood up and faced the door where a guard was on standby. “Ay, bailiff!! Get this bitch outta here and get me another lawyer! Get some raza to defend me, someone who’ll understand-”

“I am raza,” Jackson stood up too. Alfonso scoffed in response.

“Not with a fuckass name like Jackson you’re not!”

“My full name is Jackson Rivera Velazquez! Both of my parents immigrated here from Guatemala, I’m just as Latino as you are!”

“How many Rolex watches you got? How about that gold ring around your finger, how much that cost you? I bet you got AC in your house too, huh. Livin’ nice and comfortable como los güeros while the rest of us out here struggling to survive! You might be Latino but you ain’t raza!!”

“Hey!! Just cuz I got some money now doesn’t mean I don’t know struggle! My whole life is struggle! I came from nothing, living in family garages and food stamps. I had to work my ass to get to where I am! Now I’m a lawyer with a handsome partner and a nice home, but just because I’m comfortable now doesn’t mean I’m gonna forget where I came from! I came into this work so that I could help out others like...”

Alfonso started to tune out Jackson while he shared his life story. Something he said made Alfonso’s ears perk up. ‘Handsome partner.’ Alfonso wasn’t surprised to find out he was gay, but learning that information made him smirk inside. Suddenly Alfonso found himself plotting the perfect escape plan in his head. It was elaborate, it was risky, it was borderline insane too, but it might just work.

“Enough already damn!!” Alfonso shouted, interrupting Jackson’s rambling. It was time to kick his plan into action. “Look, I’m sorry man, okay. I’m just worried sick that I won’t get to see my family again. I don’t want to spend the next 10 fucking years of my life in here. Can you help me get out of here?”

Once again, Jackson was visibly thrown off guard by Alfonso. Except this time, instead of a scowl, he had a smile forming on his face.

“Alright, that’s what I wanted to hear!! I promise you, Mr. De La Torre, you won’t regret taking a chance on me!” Jackson stuck his hand.

“Yeah yeah, no problem, thanks for helping me out. Quit the formal shit though. Just call me Alfonso.”

The two men exchanged a firm handshake. Alfonso and Jackson sat back down at the table so Jackson could explain what will happen next. Jackson was going to take care of all the paperwork back at his office, then come back the very next day to get Alfonso’s full testimony on what happened the night of the assault. Jackson also explained that due to jurisdiction reasons, Alfonso was going to get transferred to another detention center again after they talked. He couldn’t do anything about it, but he assured Alfonso that he will still follow along as his lawyer. Once everything was set in stone, Alfonso was escorted back to his cell while Jackson went back to his office to get working. Despite his initial apprehension, Alfonso had full confidence that Jackson would follow through. He had to trust him, or else his escape plan would never work.

Alfonso walked back into his cell to see Edwin fiddling around with something on the top bunk. He let him be and went to his bunk, taking a deep breath to calm down. Alfonso knew he couldn’t do much while he was detained, but regardless of that, he knew he had his share of work to get done. And with a time limit of 24 hours, he had to get shit done fast!

Once dinner hour came for the inmates, Alfonso took the opportunity to gather as many materials as he could hide from the cafeteria. While he had to be discreet about it, Alfonso made sure to keep a straight face and a cool air while he did it.

He made it back to his cell with various things in tow. Alfonso set them all down in his bunk to get to work on making a potion. Alfonso had very limited knowledge about brujeria from his family, and the thing he was trying to brew wasn’t exactly a potion in the traditional sense either, but it would have to do for the time being. But just before he could start, Edwin peeked his head out from the top bunk.

“You’re planning something.”

“What? No I’m not,” Alfonso denied. Edwin hopped down and made eye contact with wide eyes.

“Yes you are. The fish hearts told me so. Are you trying to escape?”

Alfonso stayed quiet for a moment. That was the most interaction he had ever had with Edwin. Yet, he managed to read right through him like a book. He was amazed, if not a bit unnerved.

“Alright, ya got me. I’m trying to make something that’ll help me get the hell out of here. I don’t know much about brujeria, but I’m hoping this will get it done.”

“That’s not gonna do anything worthwhile. Here, let me help.”

Edwin did not hesitate in taking over the potion making process. He took all of Alfonso’s materials and added a few of his own. Bell peppers, fish eyes, tap water, crushed black pepper, candle wax, marijuana leaves, and a few other things Alfonso couldn’t identify but decided against asking what they were for his own sanity. It took Edwin less than half an hour to get the concoction brewed and ready to go. He handed it to Alfonso in a plastic cup.

“When it’s time, drink this and it will perform a miracle for you. You might feel a little weird and you’ll have no idea what the miracle is, but you need to trust the process. While you’re busy doing whatever it is you’re doing, I’ll be busy staging an escape of my own.”

Edwin then climbed back up his bunk bed. Alfonso stared into the cup. The liquid inside resembled olive oil. He took a whiff of it and recoiled from how spicy it smelled.

“How the fuck am I supposed to drink this? And how will I know when ‘the miracle’ is gonna start?”

“Just trust the process, and leave the rest to God.”

There was silence in the cell again. After a beat, Alfonso asked Edwin another question.

“Hey bro, why are you helping me? You don’t even know me,”

“I want to see this world burn down, but before that happens, I want to have a little fun.”

Alfonso groaned in dismay. Despite Edwin helping him out with the potion, he was still impossible to talk to and understand. Alfonso decided to let it go and just go to bed without further questions.

Once the next morning came around, Alfonso mentally prepared himself to execute the next phase of the plan. Then once the clock hit 12 PM, Alfonso downed the potion Edwin had made for him. The thick liquid was thoroughly laced with spice and made for a hard swallow. Alfonso gagged once he got it all done.

“Fucking awful...”

Alfonso crumpled up the cup and threw it at Edwin as he left the cell. He was then escorted to the same room as the day before, where Jackson was already waiting for him. Alfonso smirked when he saw him. The plan was going perfectly so far.

“Hey Alfonso, good to see you again.”

“Yeah man, good to see you too.”

Jackson stood up to greet Alfonso with a handshake. As the two men sat down at the table, Jackson sniffed the air vigorously. It weirded out Alfonso, but he knew he had to see his plan through to the end.

“Are you wearing cologne?”

“Nah, just showered last night. They got us fresh soap bars,” Alfonso explained. Jackson kept smelling the scent, letting out satisfied exhales every time he got a whiff.

“I’m sorry, you just smell really really good... Um, but anyway, shall we get started? We’ve got this room for an hour.”

Alfonso then began to share the story of what happened the night he jumped his little sister’s ex to Jackson. As he spoke, Alfonso kept finding any excuse possible to touch Jackson. Shuffling his feet and ‘accidentally’ brushing against Jackson’s leg, letting his fingers linger on Jackson’s hand while he handed him his pen, even demonstrating what he did that night with Jackson as a scene partner. Every time he touched Jackson, Alfonso noticed him trying his hardest to hide a smile.

Eventually, after enough physical touch, Jackson was getting restless. He was breaking a sweat, and the way he kept readjusting how he was sitting made it obvious he was getting hard. Alfonso grinned. He had him right where he wanted him. It was time to go all in.

“Hey, Jackson. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“You’ve been actin’ kinda sus today... You into me?” Alfonso smirked.

“What!? No, no of course not-” Jackson’s jaw dropped as he watched Alfonso take his shirt off. Despite his thin frame, Alfonso was pretty muscular with well defined shoulders and biceps. Coupled with his tattoos, Jackson couldn’t help but admire the view.

“You like what you see, Pa? Care to take a closer look?” Alfonso teased. Jackson gulped. A beam of sweat rolled down the side of his face. He wiped his brow then shook his head.

“No, I can’t, I’m married. See?” Jackson held up the hand with his wedding ring, careful to make sure he didn’t look back at Alfonso. Alfonso then reached over, slipped the ring off, and put it on the table. That caused Jackson to look back at him.

“C’mon,” Alfonso lifted his arm behind his head, leaving his pit exposed. “Just a little, promise I won’t tell.”

Alfonso kept his arm up as he watched Jackson eye him up and down like he was a piece of meat. He could see the lust building up in Jackson’s eyes like a pressure cooker. Alfonso did not like men, especially men who cheated on their partners, but he knew he had to suck it up if he was going to get out there.

Finally, Jackson stood up and walked over to Alfonso. He leaned in and took a quick yet deep whiff of his pit. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he delighted in a guilty pleasure.

“Holy fuck Papi... I love your musk!” Jackson cried out. He then stuck his face into Alfonso’s armpit.

Musk?

After Jackson said that, Alfonso couldn’t help but tilt his head in to get a whiff of his own pit. He showered that same morning, and just as expected, he smelled clean! Absolutely no musk!

Jackson was rubbing his nose into Alfonso’s pit, causing Alfonso to stumble back slightly as he had to balance himself. He could feel Jackson’s warm, bated breaths as he indulged on whatever it was he was smelling.

“Bro, hey... you good?”

Alfonso asked. Jackson kept sniffing his pit for a while longer. Only then did he raise his head to face Alfonso. That was when Alfonso got a good look at him. Jackson was red in the face after worshipping Alfonso’s armpit. He was also panting and drooling. Jackson had a tired, almost hypnotized look to his eyes that he didn’t have before. And not just that, Alfonso could also see his pupils visibly dilate. Alfonso felt as if Jackson was staring right into his soul with how lustful his gaze had become.

“Please Papi...” Jackson fell to his knees. “I need more... Please! Give me more...!”

Alfonso was shocked to see the once composed lawyer fall to his knees, begging him for his body. Whatever that potion was, its effects were clearly taking hold. After taking a moment to process the situation, Alfonso lifted his other arm.

“Knock yourself out, bro.”

Then, like a starving lion, Jackson pounced onto Alfonso. Alfonso stepped back to the wall behind him. It was the only way he could stay standing while Jackson nuzzled himself into his armpits. Jackson couldn’t get enough of his manly musk. The dank smell of Alfonso’s sweat combined with pheromones made him go crazy! He licked the folds of his pits as he kept sniffing away, tracing the thin lines of pit hair Alfonso had. All while Alfonso stood there, letting Jackson get his fill off his body.

Fuck man... This guy really loves his pits huh... Oh shit!!

Alfonso felt Jackson grab his dick through his shorts and start massaging his member. Jackson knew how to balance a firm grip with a tender touch as he rubbed him down. Alfonso had to suppress a moan as he felt himself start getting hard.

Trust the process... Just trust the process...

Alfonso whispered Edwin’s words to himself. It took real willpower for him not to stop Jackson right there and tell him he’s not gay. Alfonso assured himself that he was undeniably straight, and that he was doing this so he could get out of jail.

While Alfonso was in his thoughts, Jackson had moved on to Alfonso’s arm muscles. Jackson was making out with Jackson’s biceps, licking and sucking while still stroking Alfonso’s growing cock. That brought Alfonso back to the present moment, and he flexed his bicep to help further indulge Jackson. Jackson loved it.

It didn’t take long before both men were stripped naked of their clothes. Jackson moved on to Alfonso’s torso; cupping his firm pecs, sucking on his nipples, licking his abdominals, the works. Jackson was moaning like a madman while Alfonso was struggling to keep his pleasure hidden. His moans came out as groans and grunts instead. The longer they went at it, the harder it was for Alfonso to deny he was having a good time too. He couldn’t deny Jackson knew how to use his tongue incredibly well.

Trust the process... You’re not gay, you’re just doing this to get out of jail... Trust the- OHHHHH FUUUUCK!

Jackson had slipped Alfonso’s dickhead into his mouth while he was in his mind again, catching him off guard. Alfonso couldn’t hold back anymore. He threw his head back in pleasure and moaned as Jackson deep throated him. Alfonso sported a cool 7.5 inches yet Jackson had no problem sucking off his entire member. He was a pro at blowjobs; fondling his balls with his free hand, changing the rhythm and intensity of his sucking, and using his tongue to lick off any precum leaking out of Alfonso’s dickhead.

“Argh... fuckk! You know how to suck good dick bro! Whewww!!”

Alfonso grabbed the back of Jackson’s head and held him in place as he started thrusting into his throat. His cum filled balls dangled back and forth as he face fucked the once professional lawyer. Jackson let out various moans and gargles while Alfonso had his way with him, but never once did he complain. He took it like a champion, practically begging for more. The scent of Alfonso’s body odor, ripe from sex sweat, kept him hungry for more.

Eventually, after some more time spent on head, they took things to the next level. Alfonso nudged Jackson to get up from his knees, and once he did, he jumped onto Alfonso. Alfonso had no problem carrying the grown man. His fully erect cock bumped against Jackson’s ass as he carried him to the table, making his hungry hole pulsate. And Alfonso laid Jackson down on the table, Jackson slipped a finger into his ass to get ready for what was to come. Now it was Alfonso’s turn to service him.

Alfonso used a generous amount of spit to lube up his throbbing cock while Jackson lifted his legs, leaving his light brown hole exposed and ready for action. Alfonso smirked at the sight of Jackson’s hairy ass but with a clean shaven hole. It was as if he knew to tidy up for guests. Alfonso tapped his dick head against Jackson’s hole, making the cock hungry slut whimper with anticipation. Knowing just how badly Jackson wanted his dick only made Alfonso even hornier. He grinned, then slowly but surely slid his dick into Jackson. His cock disappeared into Jackson inch by inch. Jackson’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt his insides getting filled by the man he craved. Then, once Alfonso’s entire length, he started hitting strokes at a steady pace.

With each hip thrust Alfonso was sliding his long, girthy cock deep inside Jackson’s ass. The sounds of their moans and groans along with Jackson’s ass cheeks getting clapped filled the room. Alfonso’s favorite move was taking his cock out temporarily, only to ram it back into Jackson’s stretched out hole. Jackson could feel his prostate getting fucked everytime Alfonso did it, causing waves of pain and pleasure to reverberate throughout his body. But Jackson wasn’t the only one having a great time, as Alfonso had also grown to love it despite his initial hesitation to just ‘play along.’ In the heat of fucking, he had even forgotten his mantra of ‘trust the process’ and kept going at it because he wanted to! Alfonso loved how soft and tight Jackson’s hole was. It was like his already sensitive cock was getting a warm hug from all angles. He threw his head back as he drilled Jackson like there was no tomorrow. Alfonso hated to admit it, but he was having the time of his life. Jackson’s ass was better than any pussy he had ever fucked before, and he knew it.

Alfonso and Jackson had been going at it in missionary for a while. Condensation had even begun forming on the glass pane of the door. They were fucking like they were angry at each other, but that was just how they liked it. Rough, sweaty, smelly, and raw! While Alfonso had managed to keep it down to quietish groans, Jackson’s moans were only getting louder. Alfonso realized he couldn’t let Jackson make too much noise or else they’d get caught. He hesitated for a moment, in Alfonso’s mind, topping wasn’t gay as what he was about to do. But, out of fear of getting caught red-handed, he had no choice but to go all in.

Alfonso slowed down his fucking pace and leaned into Jackson, planting a firm, wet kiss on his lips. The two men made a loud kissing sound each time their interlocked lips let go of each other, but it was much quieter than Jackson’s moans. Jackson pulled Alfonso closer into him by wrapping his arms around his neck and pulled him in. Their tongues were rolling off of each other as they fought for dominance. A bead of saliva connected their tongues as they separated momentarily, only to go back in for more intense French kissing. Jackson playfully bit onto Alfonso’s lip, causing him to let out a rare moan. Alfonso then leaned into Jackson’s neck and licked him up, down, left, and right. All while still continuing to pump his cock in and out of his tight, silky ass.

“You like how Papi fucks you?” Alfonso whispered into Jackson’s ear with bated breath.

“Si Papi Chulo... Yo soy tu puto sucio... Cogeme bien duro con tu verga gruesa....!”

“Nrgh! Fuckk!!” Alfonso was getting dangerously close to climaxing. He only had seconds before he cummed. But as he tried to pull out, Jackson wrapped his legs around his torso and yanked him into him; making sure he not only couldn’t pull out, but that he was deep inside his guts to unleash his load.

“Lléname con tu lechita!”

“AAARGH FUCKKKKKK!!!”

At the exact moment Alfonso started pumping out his loads deep inside Jackson, the miracle Edwin had promised had taken effect. It all happened within a matter of seconds. Due to how much force Jackson had pulled Alfonso into him, Alfonso nearly fall on top of him. However, because of the potion, instead of falling on top of him, Alfonso fell into him. His torso had phased straight into Jackson’s torso as if the two had merged. Alfonso barely managed to keep his head just above Jackson’s body, saving him from total body merging. However, Alfonso’s body was locked in pure sexual ecstasy as ropes of warm cum came rushing out of his throbbing member, leaving him unable to do anything about the paranormal situation.

Ohhh fuck... What the... Fuck... Someone... Help me...!

“More...! More...!! I want to feel you even deeper!”

Wait, stop-!

It was too late. In too much pleasure to realize what he just did, Jackson yanked Alfonso into him again. That final tug caused Alfonso to completely lose his balance. Alfonso’s head fell into Jackson’s head, lining the two up perfectly as they occupied the same space. Jackson could feel Alfonso’s cock go deeper than what was physically possible into his ass as the rest of Alfonso’s body phased into him. Suddenly, the pleasure of getting cummed in transformed into a strange, visceral sensation of surrendering his whole body to another man. Their bodies and souls aligned, and the last Jackson could remember before his mind went to sleep was the pleasure of his own loads rushing out of his cock. The miracle was done. Alfonso had taken over Jackson’s body.

Alfonso laid ass naked on the table as his mind struggled to process everything he had just experienced. Within seconds, he had gone from one perspective to another. He blinked as he adjusted, but once his mind caught up, his newly possessed body needed to adjust to its new owner.

“......FUCKKKKKKK!!!!!!”

Alfonso shrieked out in Jackson’s voice as the pain started. He could feel his very soul start stretching and morphing to accommodate its changed vessel. But possession was a two-way street, his new body also needed to adjust. Alfonso could feel as Jackson’s body began physically changing. His body transformed to take on attributes from Alfonso’s original body by coping the soul. The once tattoo-less, pudgy Jackson had quickly transformed to resemble Alfonso. The body kept Jackson’s likeness, but grew Alfonso’s muscles and tattoos, creating a slightly different man that combined the two men into one.

Once the body takeover and transformation was finally finished, Alfonso took a moment to admire his new body. He was incredibly annoyed that the miracle was something as weird as a complete body takeover, but he quickly realized that stealing his lawyer's identity was a foolproof way of escape. Nobody would ever suspect that he possessed his lawyer's body.

Alfonso realized he was still dripping with sex fluids and cleaned up after himself. He discarded his old clothes into the nearby trash can and put on Jackson's clothes. Just as he was buttoning up the dress shirt, a guard walked into the room.

"Excuse me, Mr. Rivera, the hour is up. Is everything alright? I thought I heard screaming, but I wasn't too sure," the guard asked.

"Yeah, bro. Everything's just fine, don't trip. Another guard already took De La Torre back to his celly, I’mma head out soon too." Alfonso responded in a newly deep voice. The guard nodded, then left.

Alfonso grinned. Jackson's gay voice was gone, which Alfonso was glad about. He did not want to hear that voice come out of his own mouth. He also noticed the guard call him Mr. Rivera. That only served as confirmation that nobody would ever catch him in the act. He picked up the file Jackson had brought, then walked out the detention facility with a cool, confident beat to his step. Alfonso even whistled a tune as he drove away from the detention center. That was how relaxed he was. Once he was far away, he ripped off the professional attire and dressed something closer to his original style.

As he drove off, Alfonso noticed a particular smell. He sniffed the air, then lifted his arm and took a whiff. First it was a little sniff, then a deep inhale as he basked in his own musk.

"Ohhh fuck yeahh, that's some good ass shit! Fuck! Now I know what that queer was smelling!" Alfonso smiled as he helped himself to more of his pit scent. But then he realized what he was doing, and quickly lowered his arm back down.

"Fucking shit. That bitch made me gay, huh." Alfonso furrowed his eyebrows as he took a deep breath. "Whatever. At least I already got married with this new identity. Can't wait to tap that sweet, sweet husband ass when I get home!!"

Alfonso let out a fuck boy's chuckle, only to stop when he heard what he said. There were clearly a lot of changes he was going to have to get used to, whether he liked it or not.

...At the end of the next day, Alfonso found himself watching the nighttime news while his new husband cuddled up against him. His husband was sound asleep after Alfonso pounded his ass. His husband was surprised to see the transformed version of Jackson, but was too excited to get topped to question it. He slept peacefully after getting bred, not knowing there was an escaped convict possessing his husband.

"And now, for tonight's main headline, a group of detained men have escaped from San Juan Detention Center and are at large. The leader of the group is a young man by the name of Edwin Casarubios, who allegedly planned and staged the entire escape himself. Among the escaped inmates are the ringleader Edwin Casarubios, Alfonso De La Torre-"

Alfonso switched off the TV once the news reporter called out his original name. He then gently rolled his sleeping husband off of him and jumped out of bed. He then quietly celebrated the absolute success of his escape plan. Sure, taking over Jackson's body was never Plan A, but Alfonso grew fond of his new body and identity rather quickly when he realized just how much of a goldmine it was. He still had his old memories, but he was growing comfortable living as a gay man with his old LA raza blood coursing through his veins.

Once Alfonso finished celebrating his success, the gravity of the situation began to kick in. He might have successfully escaped, but he had become a man on the run. There was no turning back to his old life now. Alfonso needed to figure out his next steps, and his mind quickly came up with a few ideas.

He could run away to Mexico with Jackson's identity, then de-possess him and live out the rest of his life with his family over there. Or, he could just forget about the whole thing and continue living comfortably as Jackson. Or, he could put his newfound lawyer status to work and get some of his homies out of jail too. He'd get his whole family back together again. Or, he could hunt down Edwin and create an underground potion business with him. Edwin had the magical knowledge, and now Alfonso possessed the professionalism and legal knowledge to keep their business going strong. The possibilities were endless!

As Alfonso deliberated his options, he couldn't help but put on the same dress shirt Jackson had on when they first met. The same shirt that made Alfonso hate him was now a key component to his new identity. Feeling slightly nostalgic now, Alfonso poured himself an ice cold Modelo into an expensive wine glass, and celebrated a successful albeit slightly unorthodox jailbreak plan to himself.

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I have a thought, we should let Tim be sickly.

the clench was an incurable disease that Tim almost died from and that fucked his immune system over.

spleen.

falling in habors.

he is half dead so I vote we take his tonsils, appendix and kidneys and make him stay in a tower with Barbra and maybe just chug antibiotics

Ooh ~ I haven't seen any fanwork that addresses that specifically, but there is a fanfic where Tim has to grapple with the idea that he's weak due to his lack of spleen. Being immunocompromised shoves his mortality into his face, which frustrates and depresses him. It's fantastic to see that pointed out and explored.

I do agree that he should have his tonsils removed and some type of permanent issue due to the Clench (whether that's slight trembles or mental trauma or both). Not sure about his kidneys (he's already missing his spleen), but I'm totally down for him missing his appendix, tonsils, and wisdom teeth.

Because Tim is missing his spleen, he should, realistically, have restrictions. That includes a changed diet, being unable to go outside when it rains, and ending patrol early any time a wound breaks skin or he gets grime/germs inside his body. He's most definitely sick way more times a year. He ends up at Oracle's tower quite a few times because of this.

Tim being forced to retire from the field due to his spleen is rarely explored in fics. I understand why, but there should at least be repercussions from his lack of spleen (besides just disinfecting more).

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #thank you for the ask!!!!

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rosefinch07 · 2 months

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I got a drabble idea not long enough for ao3 so bam

Jason and Damian had been paired up for their patrol route. Jaime held back a laugh as Damian made not so subtle attempts at breaking away from them.

Blue Beetle and Red Hood were a package deal at this point whenever they were in the same state, so Robin was patrolling with the both of them

At the tail end of the route, Hood had dropped down to street level in order to go to one of his informants.

Fully splitting up wasn't exactly an option with a preteen at your side, it would end in disaster and then no one would have backup. They couldn't go down to Jay either, given that it would break the informant's trust.

Jaime sighed, crouching on the edge of the rooftop with Robin beside him.

Staying on the rooftop it was.

Robin's fists clenched. It was as if the kid was actually getting antsy.

"You like drawing, no?" Jaime broke the silence.

Robin nodded.

"Indeed."

Jaime hummed. His elytra buzzed against his back, a steady vibration to fill the air.

"What medium do you frequent?"

Robin tilted his head in thought.

"Pastels, chalks, charcoal." He switched to a sitting position. "I also enjoy graphite."

Jaime kept his eyes on the door that Red Hood had gone through. It was a convenience store. Was he done meeting with the informant yet?

"Have you ever thought about trying sidewalk art? It sounds a little childish, I know, but you look like you never got the chalk bucket out of the class bin at recess." He said.

"I have, actually." Robin scoffed. "It would be nice to do it again. Grackle Grub in the alumni columns is a horrible replacement for recess." He mourned.

Jaime chuckled.

"I'll see when the next fun event at the office is." He promised.

Robin made a noise of interest.

There was movement.

Jay walked out the convenience store with a bag. He climbed back up to the roof and dug into the bag as he walked towards them.

"Five Hour Energy." He threw the bottle at Jaime and he caught it easily. "Canned boba tea." Robin caught the can that flew his way. "Freaks, the two of you."

"Says the malta drinker." Jaime teased.

"They didn't have it in stock." Jason huffed before gently bonking their heads together.

Robin popped the tab on his can.

"Did you even get anything good or did we take the pitstop for nothing?"

"You'll see back in the cave. Night's young."

Jaime yawned before chugging his bottle.

"Cariño, it is four A.M." He sighed. "Signal's getting up for weekend patrol in an hour. I have to go to court at eight."

Robin puffed up his chest.

"Hood is correct. The night is still in its infancy."

"Nene, don't encourage him."

#rose finch fic rambles #jaime reyes #gunbug #jason todd #jaime reyes x jason todd #jason x jaime #jaime x jason #jason todd x jaime reyes #blue beetle #red hood #damian wayne #robin

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pufflehuffing · 3 months

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A Steamy Commute. (Garreth Weasley x F!Reader) 🔞

pairing: Garreth Weasley x F!reader (she/her) genre: SMUT (MDNI), everyone is 18+ word count: 5.2k warnings: sneaky public s*x in a train | masturbation (f!receiving) | dirty talk summary: Garreth finds his female classmate alone in the farthest compartment of the Hogwarts Express and takes his chance to relieve the tension between them. A/N: Wanted to write Garreth smut lol | smut without logic My masterlist.

Compartment seven of the Hogwarts Express was filled with the cackling of Gryffindor’s best duelers Natty and Leander while they bantered about yet another Summoner’s Court game they had played that morning before leaving the castle. Garreth, who sat next to his fellow redhead, reminisced about his successful term. Now a seventh-year, his N.E.W.T.S. were looking great so far after finding a study buddy in the new girl that joined Hogwarts two years ago. He hadn’t yet seen her today, but decided it would be best to look for her to give her his a special thanks before separating for the next two weeks. With a half-assed excuse about needing to speak with his aunt Matilda, Garreth excused himself from his friends and stepped out to the corridor.

She was sitting in the farthest compartment of the train while it chugged through the Scottish landscape when Garreth noticed her. A mischievous smile tugged on his lips as he knocked on the glass door and stepped inside with his typical theatrical flourish to join his friend in the small booth who already beamed at the sight of his face. She made room for him to sit opposite her and stretch his lanky legs underneath her bench. “Cheers,” he grinned brightly, a hint of admiration in his eyes. “No watchdogs on patrol today?”

The girl smiled at him when she saw him get comfortable on the seat in front of her, tucking his feet underneath hers while he crossed his arms. “Hey, Garreth,” she began with her sweet voice, the same one that always managed to convince him to study and stay out of trouble with his professors. The same voice he imagined would make the prettiest sounds underneath him while he ravaged her. She put away her book in her satchel and tossed it next to her trunk. It was somewhat surprising to see him join her in the tucked away compartment when his friends’ laughter could be heard from a few doors down. “Sebastian went home by broom and the Gaunts insisted on personally picking Ominis up at the castle,” she continued. “He mentioned something about them wanting to see Headmaster Black again to catch up.” Her eyes met his emerald ones and she tilted her head curiously, gauging his body language. “Fancy seeing you here, though. Is Leander boasting about his skills again?” She cocked her chin in the direction of the recognisable voice of the Prewett that filled the corridor on the other side of the sliding door.

“Hah, as a matter of fact, he is,” Garreth grinned and crossed his arms as he leaned back in the velvet bench, pushing his hips up as he got comfortable. His eyes drifted to her lips for a split-second. “But I also wanted to see you.”

Her smile widened and her brows twitched in confusion. “Me? To what do I owe the pleasure?” Garreth studied her reaction and saw he succeeded in making her flirt back already, this was going to be easy. It had always been easy, and at the same time it had been oh so very difficult. They would flirt back and forth, but neither of them was bold enough to actually make a move. The two mischievous classmates were stuck in limbo for the past two years. It would begin with playful compliments, escalate to lingering gazes at each other and the chorus would be an accidental brush of one's hand against the other. And Garreth longed for an encore. The tip of his tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips and he pushed the thought away for now, he had enough time to take this slow. The train had only departed a half-hour ago and Kings Cross was still hours away. “Yes. You,” Garreth lifted his eyes again to meet hers with a cheeky smirk. “I wanted to thank you properly for helping me study. I think my mum and dad are going to be very happy when I tell them how well their son has been behaving.”

“That's if your aunt hasn't already gushed to them about you,” she replied with a proud wink while she took a purple box of chocolate frogs out of her cloak’s pocket and opened it. “But seriously, you've already thanked me enough. I'm still eating those chocolates you gave me last week,” she chuckled cheekily and held out the box to the redhead.

Garreth twiddled his fingers above the box in another theatrical gesture as he leaned in to pick one and pop it in his mouth. "I have to say, you laugh like a horse, sweetheart," He leaned back with a teasing smirk while his arm rested on the back of the bench and an ankle was thrown over his knee. In response, she huffed a laugh in feigned offence. "Well, I wasn't going to bring it up, but you smell like one, Garreth," she smirked and pressed another chocolate between her lips.

His eyebrows shot up and he shifted in his seat again, subtly pulling his trousers at his crotch to readjust himself while his eyes drifted to her lips vacuuming the frog into her mouth. "I’ll have you know that I may have blown up another cauldron this morning. Went out with a bang, so to speak,” he added with a wink.

“A bang, hmm?” She chuckled as she sucked the sides of her fingers clean, looking at him through her lashes. Fucking hell, this girl was teasing him now. “Perhaps you could ask Sharp for some potions advice when we go back in January.”

Taking the opportunity to disguise his more filthy and vulgar thoughts with some playful flirting, Garreth lowered his boot from his knee to the wooden floorboards and leaned in, knocking his knees against hers with some force. He raised his thumb to wipe some chocolate from the corner of her lips while their eyes burned into each other with lust. He slowly reached over and traced his finger along her jawline, feeling the soft skin heat up under his touch. His fingers brushed lightly against her painted lips before sliding down her neck, stopping at her collar. His gaze moved downwards, taking in every curve and contour of her body, imagining what it would be like to hold her close, to taste her sweetness. "Why aren't we making out right now?" He whispered with a husky chuckle.

She couldn’t help but chuckle back while a shiver of arousal travelled down her spine and her lips parted. "Garreth, you've been in here for five minutes.”

Garreth's eyes sparkled mischievously as he leaned back, smirking at her response. "But it feels like a lifetime, doesn't it, sweetheart?" He teased, playfully catching a lock of her hair between his fingers and twirling it around. "And when we finally do, well, hopefully, it'll feel like eternity," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. His eyes danced with devilish delight, daring her to break the tension between them. She blushed, her gaze shifting to the trees outside. Perhaps this vixen wasn’t as confident as she portrayed herself to be. “You can look me in the eyes when I speak to you,” he admonished her playfully. “You'd be surprised how handsome I am.”

Her eyes widened at his sudden display and met his own again, ignoring the colour on her cheeks that now matched his hair. “Garreth, we're still in public, you know. There's people here.”

Garreth raised an eyebrow, letting the strand of hair fall from his grasp. "Oh, I'm well aware," he challenged her gaze. "Don't tell me the allure of a good snog is lost on you," he added, a smirk teasing at the corner of his lips. The train rumbled beneath them as he leaned in, their faces mere inches apart. "I could just pull your knickers to the side and no one would notice what we’re doing," he whispered, his voice laced with promise and desire.

Her breath hitched as she couldn't help but feel heat pooling between her legs at his words. Despite her protests, a part of her yearned for more. "Garreth," she managed to croak out, her voice low and husky, matching his own tone. "We –” She trailed off, unable to find the words to protest the growing desire burning brightly within her. She sighed deeply and pulled him closer.

"That's better, sweetheart," he murmured, reaching out to cup her cheek as he leaned further in, their noses brushing against each other's. His lips hovered centimetres away from hers, teasing her with each breath he exhaled. "We just need to be careful, right?" He asked, his hand sliding up her cheek.

"Gaz, this screams 'recipe for disaster'," she sighed softly. Garreth chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "I suppose it does," he said, moving closer until their lips finally touched tenderly, a soft and passionate kiss that sent shivers down their spines. He tasted like chocolate and forbidden desires, and she revelled in it, battling against her own reservations. His hand moved from her cheek to her waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. "Good thing–" He murmured, his voice muffled by their entangled lips. "I'm not good at following recipes then.”

She groaned into the kiss, her hands finding their way to his chest, her nails lightly digging into his blazer as passion consumed her. Their lips moved in sync, exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that belied their location. Every caress, every groan, and every whimper seemed to heighten the anticipation, making it almost unbearable. She pulled back slightly, panting heavily. "Garreth," she said, her voice shaky and quivering as she was still in disbelief of this moment really happening. "Hand me my wand from my satchel and I'll cast a disillusionment charm.”

He pulled away from her lips, a string of saliva still connected their desires, and his breath ragged and eyes filled with desire. "Now where's the fun in that? Since I'm only going to have one chance at this before your bodyguards pick up their shift again after Christmas break, I'd like to see everything," he insisted, his hands moving and tightening on her waist. "I want to see you, every moment. I want to know this is real. Not some invisible, intangible fantasy." His fingers skimmed down her sides, grazing her knees before slowly making their way back up, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. "Let's make a pact, then," he suggested, his eyes never leaving hers. "We'll be bold enough to take what we want, but discreet enough not to get caught," his gaze grew playful as he smirked.

Her eyes shot to the glass window of the door again, hesitating. “And what if your aunt ‘sees everything’?”

Garreth's smirk faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "She’s too busy catching up with Madam Kogawa and Professor Onai in compartment two to notice that I slipped away from Leander and Natty. Besides," he added, brushing her hair away from her face. "She adores you as much as I do. She might even applaud us." His hands traced the outline of her hips, sending little sparks of electricity through their bodies. "Besides," Garreth said, leaning in to whisper into her ear. "It's not like we don't have a history of getting away with things. Remember the Fwooper feather incident two years ago?" He chuckled softly, reminding her of their shared secrets and daring adventures.

She smiled. Goddamnit, he was right. She took another moment to compose herself, not wanting to melt under his touch… yet. "If we get caught I'm blaming you.”

Garreth's eyes sparkled with mischief and mischief, his lips curving into a devilish grin. "Merlin, that little faith in me?" He teased in feigned offence, his breath tickling her neck. With a sinful glint in his eye, he leaned down once more, capturing her lips in another fiery kiss. Their tongues tangled in a dance that left both of them breathless, their bodies pressed tightly against each other as they continued to explore. Despite her protests, she could feel herself giving in to his charm, succumbing to the forbidden lust that had been building up between them.

The movement of her small body pressing against his was like a lit spark to the already burning fire, an explosion of desire and heat coursing through his every vein, every sinew, every pore, every inch of his body. His mouth moved to her neck, nuzzling it softly while his hands slipped down to the loose hem of her skirt, tugging at it to coax a response out of her.

Her breath hitched as she gasped at the sensation of his lips on her neck, her hands tightening on his shirt as his hands dared to venture higher, the thin fabric of her skirt. "Garreth," she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. Her heart raced, her thoughts scattered, her body betraying her resistance. "Make sure no one sees me like this." She placed her pride in his hands, and Garreth couldn't feel more honoured in this moment. He moved to shield her body from the glass door of the compartment, letting her take the window seat while he towered her body.

With one swift motion, he yanked aside her panties, revealing her slick folds and soft skin. Her thighs were covered in a light sheen of sweat and her cunt was straining for more contact. He groaned appreciatively before diving in, kissing her passionately again while his thumb circled her inner thigh, teasingly stimulating her sensitive areas. His other hand trailed down her stomach, teasingly brushing against her sensitive folds before his thumb started rubbing circles around her entrance. "So wet for me, aren't you?" He purred, nipping the sensitive flesh of her neck before moving to her earlobe. "If we were in the One-Eyed Witch Passage right now, I'd have my head between your legs.”

"Give it a rest, Garreth," she giggled softly, her voice tinged with urgency. "We might be dotting the lines of public decency, but I'm not a fool. Or am I mistaken? Do you want everyone else to witness your vast prowess?" She squirmed beneath him, her hands running through his unkempt hair, her fingers tangling in his strands. "Just get me off," she demanded with a whimper, her voice husky and needy as his thumb pressed against her clit. Garreth groaned and pulled back, looking into her dreamy eyes. "I wish I had more than just my fingers for this… but I think that'll have to do for now, sweetheart,” he added with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction, and began to rub her clit in small circles. She moaned softly, her head resting against the cold windowpane. The pleasure rippled through her, like a wave of heat lapping against her skin, her hips thrusting wildly against him. Despite their location, she refused to feel ashamed; instead, she relished the danger and excitement that surrounded them.

She let out a high-pitched giggle, her hands tightening on his hair. "You've always been a dreamer, Garreth Weasley," she teased, feeling the waves of pleasure intensify with every circular stroke of his thumb. Her eyes fluttered shut as she gasped for air. "Please, I need your fingers.”

"With pleasure," Garreth grinned, his eyes bright with desire. He slid two of his fingers into her warm and sopping cunt while he continued to rub her clit with his thumb, her wetness coated them instantly, and he moaned in appreciation as he slowly began to pump his hand in and out of her tight channel. Each thrust caused a soft moan to escape her lips, fueling his desire even further. Her body trembled beneath his touch, her moans muffling against his mouth as he kissed her softly. "Like that, doll?" he whispered, his voice deep and husky, as her juices slicked his fingers. "Is this how you want it?" His thumb moved faster now, her wetness making it easy for him to rub her clit; a flick here, a press there. "First one to make a noise loses," he reminded her, his breath hot against her ear as he plunged his fingers deep inside her.

Her back arched, her nails digging into his arms as Garreth's fingers filled her pussy. Each thrust was met with a moan that threatened to escape her throat, threatening to give them away. She closed her eyes, trying to suppress her screams, but her body was betraying her. "Garreth," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't… I can't take it any longer." Her climax boiled just beneath the surface, writhing and pulsating like an untamed beast, waiting for the final push. She bit her lip, struggling to keep her voice down. "Please, make me cum," she pleaded, her cunt clenching tightly around his fingers.

Garreth knew the exact buttons to push and the buttons to leave untouched for now. He added a third finger, the sensation driving her to the brink. His thumb collided with her clit at just the right rhythm, and her cries grew louder, threatening to spill out. "Right there," he whispered against her neck, his fingers twisting and turning inside her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Come on, let me see you cum before I even shag you." Her cunt tightened around his fingers, her moans escalating, threatening to drown out his own whispers of encouragement. He could already feel the warmth of her impending orgasm, and it was all he craved from her as his mouth salivated.

"Gods, Garreth," she breathed out, her voice thick with need. The pleasure overwhelmed her, each thrust of his fingers was like an explosive, and she was drowning in it. Her knees buckled as her climax slammed into her, her walls contracting around his fingers. "Yes," she cried out quietly, her voice hoarse, barely able to form the word. "Right there, right there –" The intensity of the orgasm sent her body into a frenzy, her sounds of pleasure growing more audible, as though in protest of being silenced. Her hand slammed against the window behind her, cascading like thunder through her body.

Garreth grunted, the need pulsating through him. He thrust his fingers harder, driving her over the edge as her body trembled like shackles released. Her release felt like sweet victory against his thumb, and she felt his release coating his hand. As her climax subsided, he pulled back, smiling in awe at her flushed face. Garreth couldn't believe his luck. She was the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen, and here she was laying right beside him, giving him that little smile that made his heart race faster than a double shot of Firewhisky. "That was worth every risk," he murmured, withdrawing his fingers from her still quivering pussy and sucking them clean. "You taste just as sweet as you look. You’re… Well, I was going to say beautiful, but I can’t, because beauty is on the inside and I haven't been inside yet.”

She tried to catch her breath and chuckled breathlessly. "Gods, you're so daft," she giggled and another small moan escaped her lips as she gasped softly at the sight of Garreth sucking her slick off his fingers. Garreth grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "The nerve of me," he quipped, checking the door of the compartment again to ensure their privacy. His eyes danced with mischief as he looked at her again, his wet fingers tracing along her thigh, giving her a chance to catch her breath before round two. "Though, I prefer the term 'cheeky'.”

"Cheeky, charming, devilish," she agreed, her breaths still shallow. She reached for his robe, running her fingers along the fabric beneath his chest, her eyes never leaving his. She bit her lip, looking at him playfully. "Are you ready for round two, Garreth Weasley?"

His eyes gleamed as she reached for him, her touch making him hard in an instant. He couldn't wait any longer, "Make sure this time you scream so we'll see who loses.”

Despite the fact that they were still on the train, he moved quickly, he no longer cared about his dignity. He wrapped his cloak around her as she laid beneath him to shield her completely from anyone that passed the compartment. Leaning in, he captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue demanding entry into her mouth. As their tongues tangled, he undid her robes, exposing her ample breasts to his hungry eyes. They were bigger than he anticipated; full, perky globes swaying enticingly in his line of vision. He reached out, caressing them, his fingers tracing softly over her nipples, eliciting coos of pleasure from her throat. Steadily, he continued his descent down her body, pausing to suckle her breasts, each nipple a delight to which his tongue was eager to return. She squirmed beneath him, already eager for more, and he revelled in the sounds of her pleasure. His hands roamed down her body, his fingers barely brushing her overstimulated pussy, causing her to wriggle impatiently beneath him. Pulling away from her breasts, he looked into her eyes, his own smouldering with hunger. "Ready for the main course, love?" his gravelly voice seemed to rumble through the small compartment. She nodded, her breath coming faster. "Yes, Garreth, I'm ready. Please."

With a growl, he hiked up her skirt again, spreading her legs wide. The arousal of the moment heightened his senses, smelling her need and filling his lungs with her flushed skin. His restrained erection throbbed, desperate to be inside her. A wordless plea now escaped her lips. She needed it, needed him, and the clock was ticking as the train rattled on. Any moment, someone could barge in. The thought added to her mounting need, and her heart raced against her chest. He marvelled at her beauty, breath catching as he looked at her wet entrance, dripping in anticipation. “Sweetheart," he groaned, his voice strained with need. "I can't wait anymore." With renewed determination, he removed his hand from between their bodies and reached for the buttons on his pants. He fumbled clumsily with them, his cock straining against his boxers, practically bursting through the fabric. Garreth's eyes were filled with lust as he gazed down at their bodies. "I want to feel your wetness covering every inch of me," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "Your tightness squeezing my cock like a vice, milking out every drop of cum you deserve.”

He reached down and fumbled with the waistband of his trousers, freeing his now fully erect cock. His erect cock, pulsing with need, stood before her eyes, as pre-cum dripped from its tip in a thick line. Her eyes widened, her breath hitched in her throat, and her gaze continued to devour every inch of him. He was bigger than she imagined, thick and long, a sight to behold. Her gasp was practically musical, filling him with wild delight at her reaction to him. He smirked, "Is this what you wanted, or should I leave you to your thoughts?" Her cheeks flushed, a wave of heat spreading across her face, but her eyes never left him. "It's perfect," she murmured, bashful and bold all at once. "Please, Garreth.”

Garreth chuckled deeply, "Hold on tight, dear. Spread your legs," he whispered, his voice husky and thick with lust, "I want to feel you around me. We've waited long enough.” He positioned himself between her thighs, guiding himself into her soaked depths. With little warning, he pushed inside her in a single, powerful thrust. Her tight entrance gripped him, clamping down on him fiercely, almost making him come instantly. He pushed his cockhead past her opening, breaking the thin layer of virginity that had remained intact until now. A sharp cry escaped her lips as she clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Despite the initial pain, a new wave of pleasure washed over her, and she spread her legs wider, inviting him further inside. Groaning, he lost all sense of decorum, thrusting harder, pegging her against the train seat underneath her. His hips moved rhythmically, relentless in their pursuit of release. His palm pressed against her lower abdomen, applying pressure to steady her and feel the tip of his cock press against her walls. The train continued its journey, adding a loud, irregular rhythm to their primal dance. Their flesh slapped together, and their muffled moans and grunts reverberated in the small space as they tried their best to stay quiet. The girl's moans became louder, her nails scratched the air around him as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure. His pace did not falter, not even when she clutched him tightly, her nails digging into his neck, leaving red marks. Many colours seemed to blend together in his mind, merging into a hazy haze of desire. "Ah… Garreth –" She panted, her voice strained and needy. "More – please, give me more –”

"Not until you scream for me," he growled, slamming into her again and again, his rhythm never breaking. Her cries echoed through the compartment, no doubt drawing unwanted attention but neither of them cared. His fingers dug into her thighs, leaving marks of their own, while his cock plunged in and out of her tight tunnel, filling her completely. Her eyes widened, an expression of orgasmic pleasure etched onto her face. She was close, so incredibly close. The train screeched around a bend, but it wasn't the noise causing her to shudder. The tease was too much, and she let out a moan, her voice barely above the train's racket. Her back arched, the bench beneath her creaking as she neared her climax.

Garreth seized the opportunity, "That's my girl. You're so fucking good at this." Her pathetic cries were music to his ears; the threat of being caught be damned; he pounded into her harder, feeling the familiar signs of her impending orgasm. Taking her hands, he placed them on the headrest above her, needing her full attention on what was about to come. "Don't stain the seat, Garreth,” she panted. Her body bucked, her nails digging into the headrest as the train lurched forward. Her cries filled the compartment, the sound raw and unabashed. I'll just have to come inside you then,” the ginger growled in response. She gasped, her eyes locked onto his, an unspoken language of desire and trust. Garreth's thrusts increased in pace, his own release looming. He felt her walls clench, a rhythmic series of contractions that sent him over the edge, his muscles tensing, and his body jerking. "Argh, I'm coming, sweetheart," he warned her, making her moan louder, her eyes widening. He pushed deep, his entire being hot with energy, thrusting into her again and again. "Take it, fucking take it.” In an instant, he felt her tightening around him once more, signalling her own impending climax. His hands clutched at her rear, digging into her flesh as he drove home one final time, releasing all the built-up tension within himself. A torrent of hot cum shot out of his cock, filling her up completely, painting both their bodies with sticky evidence of their shared passion.

It wasn't until both of them were spent that they slowly came back to reality. Their breathing slowly evolved into ragged gasps, and sweat trickled down their faces and bodies. They stayed joined for several minutes, savouring the aftermath of their passion. Eventually, Garreth carefully pulled out of her, his cock still throbbing with satisfaction. "Bloody hell, that was something else," he laughed in amazement, wiping some sweat off his face with the back of his sleeve. "Can we do that again? My eyes were closed.”

She couldn't help but laugh too at his terrible joke. "For god's sake, pipe down before I regret my decision.”

Garreth smirked playfully, tugging up his pants, "Right, right. Caught in a train, full of our classmates… quite the scandal it would be."

She tried to smooth her clothes and fix her hair while they chuckled together, their laughter quietened by the reality of their situation. "We better try to look like we've been just sitting here the whole time," Garreth suggested, resuming their pretence of classmates. "Or we'll have some serious explaining to do to my aunt."

As they slid back into normality, he couldn't help but feel a warm glow in his chest. Sure, they were breaking every rule and regulation there was, but he didn't regret one second of finally satisfying both her and himself. She looked at him, her own joy evident in her eyes. "It was worth it," she whispered, her fingers fiddling with the edge of her blouse. "Next time, we should find somewhere more… private." Garreth nodded, his eyes meeting hers, filled with mischief. "Promise." They sat back, attempting to appear casual as the train continued its journey. Despite their dishevelled appearance, they managed to create a semblance of normality, smiles flickering between them as they exchanged glances.

"Do you have to go back to your own compartment?" She asked him with disappointment laced in her tone, knowing he couldn't stay in her compartment forever without his friends wondering where he was.

He nodded, running a hand through his hair, trying to look presentable again. "Yeah, Leander has probably already started another argument by now if Natty doesn’t reel him in. Besides, Matilda will be looking for me sooner or later." He hesitated for a moment, looking lost in thought. "But… if you ever need an escape, or maybe some more fun, just tell me, okay?"

She grinned coyly, "You can't promise me this won't be the last time we do that, right?” She tugged at her clothes, trying to straighten them out and compose herself. "This was… better than any potion you’ve ever brewed." Garreth smirked, his eyes glimmering with a devilish twinkle. "Of course not. This is just a taste of what's to come. Trust me." He paused for a moment, captured by her gaze. "But don't tell anyone, alright? Especially not my family or our friends. This is our little secret. I don't want anyone thinking ill of you for doing this."

A look of fondness appeared in her eyes, but she nodded with a smirk. "Our little secret."

He gave her a peck on the lips. "Till next time, then.”

She nodded while a soft smile graced her lips. "Merry Christmas, Garreth." Their fingers brushed for a moment before he stood up, straightening his clothes. "Merry Christmas," he whispered, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. Garreth stepped out of the compartment, shutting the door softly behind him. As the train continued on its way, leaving their stolen moment behind, she couldn't help but smile, the memory of their explosive encounter lingering in every pore of her body.

Back in the shared compartment, Leander and Natty were discussing some old Quidditch matches, their conversations punctuated with laughter. They hadn't noticed Garreth's absence, but as he slipped back in, they turned to look at him inquisitively. "Garreth, you were gone for quite some time," Leander remarked, raising an eyebrow. Garreth just grinned, his earlier escapade still playing in his mind. "Had a Christmas present to unwrap In advance," he said, playfully dodging the question while casually wiping his fingers on his top lip, breathing in the lingering scent of the prettiest girl in Hogwarts.

#hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy fanfic #garreth weasley fanfic #garreth weasley fanfiction #garreth weasley imagine #garreth weasley smut #garreth x mc #garreth x reader

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zahri-melitor · 11 months

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After the last few months, Dick still is adjusting to the fact that Tim comes back to the Penthouse after patrol. He sleeps in a bedroom in the apartment. There’s a comm in his ear with a tracker in it that Dick can pull up on the computer and find his location. He’s here. Dick knows where he is.

If Dick has stood in the doorway of Tim’s room at 5am, after waking from a nightmare, to listen and watch the sheets move as Tim breathes…well. Anyone might do that. He hadn’t realised how well he knew the exact sound of Tim snoring as he slept on Dick’s couch, until that background noise was no longer there.

He’s really here.

Tim’s back in the Bunker after patrol right after Batman and Robin get in, changing before going upstairs. Alfred has already retreated to bed, so the three of them are left to scrounge a post-patrol snack from the fridge.

Damian is first to the fridge, sticking his head right in. He’s always hungry at the moment. It’s probably a coming growth spurt. Dick remembers the feel of patrol as a pre-teen and as a teenager, when your appetite never seemed to end, when he’d get hungry every few hours and sneak snacks in his pockets and drop in on late night vendors and on particularly long stakeouts Bruce would reach into his belt and pull out little bags of dried fruit and jerky and pass them to Dick without looking.

“Grayson,” Damian demands. He sounds confused. “Who opened the extra orange juice. Why are there multiple containers open.”

Dick blinks, then looks over Damian’s shoulder. He’s right. There are three containers of orange juice at the front of the shelf. Two of them are open, and the third one, still sealed, is decorated with a little texta dot on the seal line that Dick’s eyes are immediately drawn to.

Dick turns his head slightly and looks at Tim. Tim’s smirking, but also has a far away nostalgic look in his eye.

“The orange juice is all open, Tim?” Dick asks. Oh. This brings back memories.

Damian reaches for one of the cartons. Tim snorts.

“Uh, not that one,” says Dick hastily. Tim. TIM.

“What’s wrong with the orange juice, Drake?” Oh no. Damian now sounds super suspicious.

“You didn’t do this with Damian?” Tim sounds amused.

“Alfred’s right here,” Dick points out. He’s not being defensive, honestly. It’s just…Alfred would never let any of them get away with this. Alfred’s the one who cooks all Damian’s meals and makes sure he’s getting an adequate diet for a young vigilante training like Damian is, who enforces bedtimes and routine and sets the rules. It’s not like the last time he was Batman, when it was just Dick and Tim on their own.

Shit. Dick had only just been 21 back then. He and Tim had been such kids, his failed wedding or not, knocking around a too-large Manor on their own with no supervision, with responsibility for the entire city. He’d thought he was so grown up then.

It’s one of the reasons he’s insisted on moving into the Penthouse. There were too many memories tied up in being in the Manor when Bruce wasn’t there. He couldn’t face dealing with it while Tim was also gone. He’d needed that fresh start.

He reaches over Damian’s shoulder and hands the offending carton to Tim. “It’s an old joke of Tim’s, Damian. Don’t worry. Tim, you can explain the situation to Alfred in the morning when he’s making breakfast and sees everything’s open.”

“Only if there’s still multiple cartons,” says Tim. He lifts the carton to his lips, making firm eye contact with Dick, and chugs the entire thing.

“That’s disgusting, Drake!” squawks Damian.

Dick starts to feel his heart heal a little. They’re going to be ok.

#my fic #set immediately post Batman 703 #prodigal references for the win

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hollowwrites · 4 months

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Summer of 6th Year

Ominis x MC Rewrite

Summary - I hate, hate hate, thinking about Ominis with his family. I don’t like to think about what the summer between 5th and 6th year would have been like for him. Too upsetting. The boi deserves better. But I’m taking my own head canon of 5th year into account (part 5 of Blindsided shh) and suddenly it’s not as sad?

Warnings - Mostly just sad thinking about what could have happened during the summer but none of it is mentioned specifically

Word Count - 2393

The chug of the steam trains pistons started to fade into the distance as it continued on its journey. With the last train now gone that would mean all attending students to Hogwarts were on the grounds.

However, Ominis was yet to find Evelyn.

He swept his wand broadly across the platform at the remaining students idly chatting or waiting for their friends. With the crowd thinning further, he had hoped she had seen him and he would soon be sent hurtling to the ground in her embrace.

Perhaps she had decided not to return. After the 5th year they both shared, he couldn’t blame her. But his heart sank at the idea. Or maybe she had seen him, and ignored him entirely.

He couldn’t work out which was worse.

Garreth remained patrolling the bottom of the stairs leading out of Hogsmeade station, counting how many Weasleys were arriving and squinting at every new ginger kid that bounced towards the castle. As Ominis approached him, he eyed him cautiously. The Blonde Slytherin didn’t look like someone returning to Hogwarts but rather someone who had been sentenced to life in Azkaban. His features were heavy with fatigue and his deep set eyes blinked unenthusiastically in Gareth’s direction.

He looked, truly…

…Gaunt.

“Hello Garreth, you haven’t seen Evelyn have you?”

“Yeah, she’s just asked me the exact same question, she’s…Merlin where has she gone?” Garreth peered over the sea of first years being ushered up to the castle to be sorted. “I swear I just saw her, she-“

“Ominis!”

And there it was.

The voice that calmed him like no other. The voice that could call to him even in the darkest of places. The voice he had heard rattling around his head for six long weeks, each time it would change and morph. Like he was slowly forgetting who she was.

But oh was it sweet now…

His Evelyn…

Garreth watched as Ominiss’ shoulders visibly relaxed and he immediately turned in the direction of her voice. He laughed at the twitch of Ominis’ lips threatening to break into a smile at the mere mention of his name.

Wand in hand he strode towards her, hearing the loud patter of her feet as she ran towards him. Before long, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to her height.

So small. He had forgot that too…

“I missed you so much” Evelyn muffled into his neck. Pocketing his wand quickly, his arms snaked around her. One along her waist, pulling her ever closer till there was no gap between them. The other soon joined cushioned behind her thighs as he scooped her clean off the ground. The elated scream that erupted from her lips vibrated through her chest where Ominis pressed his ear. He sighed contently.

Her heartbeat.

He didn’t need to be this close to hear of. But why not when she was so willing? It hammered strong and erratic against his head.

A reminder she was alive.

“Oh you have no idea how much I’ve missed you” he muffled into her arm, wrapped around his head. She cradled him as much for stability as for comfort.

When the pair broke away, minutes after, the platform was almost empty. Garreth bid them both a quick farewell before his departure. No doubt off to watch the horde of Weasley get sorted into Gryffindor.

Both Ominis and Eve decided to take the longer, more scenic route back to the castle, catching up on their summer in a more private and beautiful setting.

“So how is Anne?” He asked earnestly.

“She’s doing really well” Eve beamed “Her fits are down to 2 or 3 times a day, depending on what we’ve been doing, if she’s feeling well. There’s a lot of factors but…she’s getting there”

“And Sebastian?” Her stride slowed somewhat at his follow up question

“I haven’t heard from him” she linked her arm with his giving it a little squeeze. The closest thing they could get to a hug whilst they slowly ascended to Hogwarts. “Have you?”

“Not even one owl” Ominis replied blankly, finding it easier to lie about his summer than offload his own problem into the already fretting Evelyn.

“We did the right thing. Yes? Yes.” She fiddled with her fingers around his arm, picking at her nails as she was known to do. He placed his hand over hers to stop her anxious habit.

“He probably just needs some time” Ominis said convincing himself as much as he was convincing her.

An uncomfortable silence crept of the pair.

So it was going to be like this again.

“I thought you would have visited…” Evelyn’s voice was quiet, barely there as she effortlessly broke his heart in two.

“I…was busy” Ominis lied

“I went to Feldcroft to see you. See if Sebastian had returned and how you were faring…You were never there”

Anne spoke of Ominis often. It seemed they were close. Annoyingly close if Evelyn was being honest. The rancid taste of jealousy rose on her throat whenever the sick Sallow said his name with a tone of affection. Despite that though she had proved to be a valuable resource of information about him. About how they’d spend summers together. How they often slept under star whilst the Sallow twins described different constellations for their blind counter parts.

And how vile and twisted his family were.

Surely he would rather return to an empty homestead than his family

Evelyn’s stomach remained constantly in flux over her summer. Anne: Cursed. Sebastian: missing. Ominis: unaccounted for.

“I was out rather a lot. Holidays. Day trips. The like…” He lied once more. Easily.

If he were to tell anyone it would be Evelyn. She got the Scriptorium location from him. He trusted her. Right?

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. He would tell her in his own time but it was killing her, this unknown.

So they simply walked back in silence.

The sorting ceremony happened with no major catastrophes or drama. As everyone filed out to go about their nightly routine, find their common room or just get reacquainted with one another, Ominis could hear a gossipy bunch of younger students just ahead. The topic of their conversation piqued his interest away from the infamous student still clinging to his arm.

“Who is that? They weren’t in the hall?” The young Ravenclaw said

“Nope not at our table either. That is green isn’t it? Slytherin?” The Slytherin girl sneered

“Oh that’s just Sebastian Sallow” The eldest student replied.

Ominis froze.

No mistaking it. The habitual tapping of his foot. The impatient huff of air on every second breath. The smell of smoke, embers and coffee.

There, stood leaning against the wall in the foyer between the parted sea of students, was his oldest friend. Ominis remained stationary. Stuck in place by a mixture of emotions none quite strong enough to rise to the surface.

One thing rattled around his head more than anything though…

How dare he?

“What’s wrong?” The tiny voice of Evelyn rang hollow in his ears as Sebastian pushed himself off the wall and made his way over.

Eve followed Ominis’ sightless gaze and her eyes met with Sebastian. She stared at him, unknowing of what she wanted to do. She missed her friend. She wanted to embrace the boy whose sister she now cared for. The boy who showed her that secret place deep in the belly of Hogwarts. The boy who showed her spells and mysteries and new places across the region. The boy whose smile, that was currently plastered across his face, had manipulated her into doing stupid and unforgivable things.

She blinked away images of Anne. She saw her in Sebastian face more clearly now she was almost free of that curse. The nights she stayed up with her over those six weeks, well into the early hours, crying over the loss of her brother.

Now she wanted to hit him.

Make him feel a fraction of the pain he had caused his sister in his absence. Anne’s voice sang in her ear;

‘Us Sallows are thick-brained stubborn mules. He just needs time as much as I need time. I don’t want to see him right now, but I miss him. Does that make sense?’

Eve’s hand fell from Ominis as she hugged herself tightly. Fighting every fibre in her being from doing…something.

“Hello you two. Long time no see” His voice was thick with a confidence only he could muster.

“‘Long time no see’?” Ominiss’ signature sharp tone returned, his voice rising in volume causing Sebastian to flinch somewhat and a plethora of nosy student to turn their way.

“I just mean-“

“Ominis please-“ Evelyn begged seeing the last few students leaving, turn to look at the scene. She glared at them until they realised the drama, wasn’t worth their life. She was the new fifth year after all.

“She wrote you. She went to Feldcroft. Where were you? She put herself in danger for you! Again!” Ominis took a step toward Sebastian, his wand blinking faster giving him a better layout of the situation he found himself in.

“I didn’t ask you too” Sebastian followed suite, both boys leaning forward as though a physically fight was only moments away. Then Evelyn realised...the last time they saw one another, Ominis had his hand wrapped around Sebastian’s throat, and his wand buried harshly in his temple.

“Don’t rope me into this. I’ve had to silently worry for six weeks, Sebastian. I couldn’t write. I couldn’t visit. I couldn’t leave because I had to spend my summer with family” Sebastian retreated slightly mouth going slack as he processed what he said

“You didn’t stay with Eve?”

“Why would I do that to her? She’s already tending to your sister. And you didn’t exactly extend me an invitation like you have every other year” Ominis’ anger slipped a fraction, betraying the hurt behind his words, his brows pulled upwards.

“You didn’t stay at Feldcroft?” Eve yanked at Ominis’ arm forcing him to face her.

“No I…”

“Ominis…” Sebastian reached out to Ominiss’ shoulder, placing a comforting hand upon the taller Slytherin.

“Are you okay?” Eve said taking his cheek in her hand. Ominis didn’t answer.

His head filled with those six dreaded weeks. Waking to screaming as they tortured yet another muggle. Being denied meals for refusing to participate. And of course the immediate punishment. Crucio. That word had been uttered more over those six weeks than he cares to remember.

Though he couldn’t really.

Whether it was his minds self preservation or had chosen to forget he didn’t know. Those weeks were a blur. All he could remember was pain, the fetid smell of that old Manor House and incessant questioning of ‘The Hero of Hogwarts’.

Of course they had heard about her power. and of course, they wanted it for themselves. Thankfully, from what he could gather, they had no clue who she was. Neither witch or wizard, muggleborn or pureblood. They didn’t know. And Ominis would keep it that way.

Whilst Ominis’ mind was reeling, the anguished expression on his face evidence of that, Sebastian was pacing, muttering to himself over and over.

What he always did when he was thinking.

Dangerous.

“So I wasn’t at Feldcroft because I went to look for Solomon” Sebastian spoke with a determination that didn’t suit the topic he had randomly brought up. “I couldn’t find him. His friends, those that he had left, old Aurors, I even asked Sharp for some contacts. Nothing. I assume he’s took another name and fled. Anyway, that means Feldcroft is mine now.

Sebastian turned to his friend, all determination and stubbornness leaving him. All that was left was compassion and love for a boy he failed to protect. Like he always had.

“You live with me now.” He grabbed Ominis by the shoulders giving him a singular light shake.

“Sebastian-“

“No! Even if you don’t want to, I-I-I can make myself scarce…or at least it’s an option. You don’t have to go back there. You can’t…I can’t protect you there. I can’t…” Sebastian searched Ominis’ eyes for any resistance. Worse. There was none. He’d given up.

“It’s not that simple” Ominis spoke quietly, heavy with despair

“Or me. You can stay with me.” Eve smiled up at him before pulling herself into his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist “You’ve spoken very little about your family, I know it’s bad but... I’m so sorry. I should’ve known. I should’ve offered to-”

“Shhh” Ominis hushed softly, his arm wrapping limply around her shoulders and smoothing her soft hair against her head. Sebastian followed suit and wrapped his arms around them both and squeezing.

After a moment, Ominis relented his shaky arms wrapped around the two of them, resting his chin on Evelyns head.

“I’ve missed you both so much” Ominis finally spoke, his voice quiet and not quite carrying the normal gravitas that it did. It was broken. And soft.

Sebastian was the first to pull away, though kept his hands upon his two best friends. His smile was charming, as it always was.

“I give it till the middle of first term. Then you’ll be sick of us again” Sebastian grinned pulling away from them.

“Please, tomorrow afternoon and he’ll ban us from the Undercroft” Eve smirked, giving Ominis one last squeeze before releasing him.

“Now” Sebastian rubbed his hands together “Is there any of that food left? Unlike some people when I’m late I don’t like drawing attention to it and I’m hungry!”

Ominis sighed and for once allowed the twitch of his lips to take over.

It felt good to be back.

Bonus:

“She wrote me six times over summer” Sebastian burst through the door of the boys dorm, a huge knapsack in one hand and a small stack of letters in the other.

“You sound mad about that” Ominis put his book down, knowing no more reading would be done if Sebastian was in a mood

“I am! Look at this” He began to shovel the contents of the bag onto Ominiss’ bed. “These are all for you! There’s at least thirty!”

“Oh!” He felt his cheeks start to burn, feeling the parchment between his fingers

“Honestly it’s as though we didn’t commit multiple crimes together”

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acourtofthought · 8 months

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SJM didn't even realize she was setting up Elucien to be the Regency couple of the year when she wrote ACOTAR

"A rake is a particular type of romance hero—a loveable scoundrel whose goal in life is to enjoy being single"

“Ah.” Lucien chuckled. “Well, Tam’s not the only one who gets to perform the rite tonight. Once he makes his choice, we’re free to mingle. Though it’s not the Great Rite, our own dalliances tonight will help the land, too.”

A cork popped, followed by the sounds of Lucien chugging the bottle’s contents and chuckling with a muttered “Brushed.”

“I’ll have you know that while you two were dancing with the spirits, I was stuck on border patrol.” Tamlin gave a pointed cough, and Lucien added, “With some company.”

"Many a Regency heroine has gone to London to have a ‘season’ in the hope of finding a husband.

“We can’t afford a dowry,” I continued, and though my tone was firm, my voice quieted. “For either of you."

But we had nothing—absolutely nothing—to entice any suitor to take my sisters off my hands.

“Isn’t that right in the middle of the season?” The socialite season, which had ended a few weeks ago, apparently, full of parties and balls and luncheons and gossip, gossip, gossip. Elain had told me all about it at dinner the night before" / “And I’m surprised you don’t have a line of suitors out the door, begging for your hand.”

The ball my father was throwing in my honor was in two days, and the house was already a flurry of activity. Such money being thrown away on things we’d never dreamed of having again, even for a moment. I would have begged him not to host it, but Elain had taken charge of planning and finding me a last-minute dress,

Elain, who flitted about the room, personally greeting each guest and dancing with all their important sons.

"Known as the “Ton,” they were comprised of a few hundred wealthy families whose strict codes of conduct, fashion, and social customs dictated who and what was socially acceptable"

—a faint gleam in Tamlin’s eyes at that—“and being with females who were a far cry from the nobility of the Autumn Court.

“Lucien fell in love with a faerie whom his father considered to be grossly inappropriate for someone of his bloodline.

Though the tunic isn’t as pretty as a dress.”

Though she was bundled in a threadbare blanket, her gold-brown hair—the hair all three of us had—was coiled perfectly about her head. Eight years of poverty hadn’t stripped from her the desire to look lovely.

But once she did, she let that snowball roll down the hill.

"The idea that rakes are redeemable is their most attractive quality."

“You know it’s … hard for him, where females are involved,” I said neutrally. “He has been with many females since the death of his lover.” “Perhaps it’s different with you—perhaps it’d mean something he’s not ready for.” I shrugged, searching for the right words. “Perhaps he stays away because of it.” She considered, and I prayed she bought my half lie.

He’d always had a casual grace about him, but here, tonight, with his hair tied back and jacket buttoned to his neck, he truly looked the part of a High Lord’s son. Handsome, powerful, a bit rakish—but well-mannered and elegant.

I asked Lucien to escort me, and he’d been more than happy to do so, given that his own status as a mated male made him uninterested in any sort of female company these days.

“I’m a mated male now.”

"Clothing and shoes served as necessary survival tools in the 18th century as well as powerful ways to communicate status, ideas, and a person's role in society. Fashion was a very important way that people expressed their ideas and economic status during the 18th century."

He had to give Lucien credit: the male was somehow able to move between his three roles—an emissary for the Night Court, ally to Jurian and Vassa, and liaison to Tamlin—and still dress immaculately.

Elain … She’d taken one look at us in the swaying grasses outside that wagon, the legs and assets on display, and turned crimson

"I'll be right back," she murmured and hurried down the hall before I could explain that no one care if she showed up to dinner covered in flour.

Elain had let her golden-brown hair down tonight, and pinned it back with twin combs of pearl.

Gone was the ill-suited black dress from the ball, replaced by a gown of amethyst velvet, her hair half-up and curling down to her waist.

It wasn’t a formal dinner by any means—though Lucien, standing near the windows and watching the sun set over Velaris, was wearing a fine green jacket embroidered with gold, his cream-colored pants showing off muscled thighs, and his knee-high black boots polished enough that the chandeliers of faelight reflected off them.

"By the 17th Century (and beyond), ribbon usage was vast. It showed purpose in extravagant garments, hair accessorizing, and ornamenting furniture and linens. With the demand for the material rising, Coventry, England and Lyons, France became capitals for ribbon production and design."

Even during their squabbles in the cottage, fighting over who got clothes or boots or ribbons, it had never been like this.

"Regency's formal décor has recently made headlines and piqued interior designers' interest thanks to the series "Bridgerton." / The Regency period was one of elegance and opulence, luxuriousness and grandeur" / “The Regency is loud, glamorous, colorful, and much less stuffy "

Elain cut her a look. “This house has needed a woman’s touch for years.”

He tried to sound casual—comfortable. Even as his heart raced and raced, so swift he thought he might vomit on the very expensive, very old carpet. From Sangravah, if the patterns and rich dyes were any indication. Rhysand was many things, but he certainly had good taste. This entire place had been decorated with thought and elegance, with a penchant for comfort over stuffiness.

"Neither a lady nor a gentleman discussed private business in the presence of servants."

Possibly a factor in why we don't see Elain and Lucien interact when EVERYONE AROUND THEM US EAVESDROPPING! 😂

"A well-bred person maintained an elegance of manners and deportment."

Elain flinched again, her face coloring. Nesta snorted. “You’re living amongst beings who have none of our human primness, you know.”

Elain had blushed muttering about the impropriety of such things

He wasn’t sure if she truly meant to address him, but he said, “No, lady. I cannot.”

“I’m going to assume that one of those cups belongs to your sister.” “Do you mind if I help myself to the other?”

“There’s a plate of biscuits. Would you like one?”

The sound seemed to startle Elain, who swiftly set down her teacup. She rose to her feet, and Lucien shot to his. “I’m sorry,” he blurted.

“I’m sorry—if that unsettled you.”

"A lady did not engage in any activity that might give rise to gossip."

No wonder nobody knows what the hell Elain does or thinks 😂

"It was unacceptable to owe money to a stranger."

"I can't stand to be in this court and have your mate pay for the very clothes on my back"

"A well-bred person walked upright, stood and moved with grace and ease."

“I’ll do it,” Elain said, taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders. She didn’t wait for either of us before she strode out, graceful as a doe.

He’d always had a casual grace about him,

"A well-bred person was never awkward in either manner or behaviour and could respond to any social situation with calm assurance."

“Nesta, please,” Elain murmured.

She put a hand on Nesta’s knee, the purple of my sister’s gown nearly swallowing up the ivory hand. “Feyre gave and gave—for years. Let us now help her. Help … others.”

Elain crossed her arms and said calmly, sadly, “Feyre warned me this might happen.”

“I still wanted to come,” Elain went on with that focused calm, the quiet steel building in her voice. “I wanted to see you, to explain.”

The male had grown up alongside Eris. Had dealt with Eris’s and Beron’s cruelty. Had his lover slaughtered by his own father. But Lucien had learned to keep his cool.

Lucien threw him a withering look. “I’m not your enemy, you know. You can drop the aggressive brute act.” Cassian gave him a grin that didn’t meet his eyes. “Who says it’s an act?” Lucien let out a long sigh. “Very well, then.”

#elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #lucien and elain #elain and lucien #pro elain archeron #elucien supremacy #acotar mates

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