The lovely shapes and colors of our companion's eyes.

It was only a cough: Ch #8 Killbox

Warning! I do try my best to describe the zombies so this chapter has descriptions of rotting corpses and gore!

Also I am so so sorry this chapter took forever!! I had a hard time writing it sadly even if I was excited too. ( ao3 link )

He told them , he fuckin told them. Grog was pissed, angry, enraged, whatever you wished to call it as he stared up into the slightly deflated eyes of the foul smelling zombie he’s struggling with. Grog grunts, he can feel the blood running free from his flesh where the living corpse had scratched him. He told everyone they shouldn’t have split up but they did anyway and look where that got them. With one last hefty shove he overpowers the zombie, its squirming flesh leaving a residue of grime, blood, and gods know what else on Grogs hands and body.

With a swift motion Grog grabs his sledgehammer from the floor where it’d fallen and with one quick swing, lobbed it onto the wretched things already dilapidated skull. With a resounding crack and thunk gray matter and gore flings about the tiles of the room Grogs in. He stands still and listens for a moment, he knows he’s rather deep within the hospital which means the others are too most likely. 

For a couple moments all he can hear is the moans and groans of the other zombies infesting this horrorshow of a building and just before he decides to go back to what he’d been doing he hears it. 

A blood curdling scream rings out like a beacon to summon death, the zombies in the halls responding in a rushed yet faltering sprint to wherever the sound originated. Like the undead Grog responds but unlike them, his muscles work and his determination comes from something else other than hunger. Grog runs, swinging his hammer around to clear a path, he’ll be littered with cuts due to how reckless he’s being. Fucking hell he can easily get bit by running through a hoard like this, but by the gods it’d be worth it if he can prevent a member of his family from dying by one of these wretched things.

Grog already had a hard time thinking of this place as a hospital and not just a glorified meat bag when he was sneaking around but now as he runs he can’t help but think of how it looks like a never ending hallway made of wriggling, worm infested, rotted flesh as everything blurs together.

As he rounds a corner his blood runs cold before relighting with fury. Vex was hunched behind Pike, clutching her side as blood seeped through her fingers. They're surrounded by zombies and no way in hell was Grog not going to change that. With a roar to rival that of a dragon he charges in, knocking the head off of one of the zombies closest to his friends, spraying blood and muscle around the room.

They needed to get out of this hell hole, now!

Vex is terrified. Everything had been going so well, as well as it can be in a hospital full of cannibalistic undead that is, they found quite a fair bit of meds and other supplies but of course something had to go wrong. It wouldn’t be them if it went without a hitch.

She should have been paying more attention, hell she should have brought Trinket with her instead of leaving him in the car with the others and now she got clawed by a zombie, screamed bloody mary alerting every single undead fucker in the area to her and Pike’s location, Grog’s rushed over to them and heavens know if his thoughtless run to them got him bit or not and she doesn’t know where the hell her brother is because he decided to be a dick and sneak off first chance he got.

Vex clutched at her side, it wasn’t a huge cut but enough to spill a fair amount of blood but she kept her hand pressed to the wound. Wouldn’t do them any favors if it got infected. She can hear the near silent choir of okays that release themselves from Pike’s mouth as she tries her best to keep any of the festering undead that haven’t gone after Grog away from them.

“Shit!” Pike shouts, swinging her wooden bat wide to whack a zombie that had been sneaking up on them away, a sickening crack signaling the crushing of the corpse’s ribs as well as notifying them of the bat's withering condition rattles the room. “Buddies, we need to find Vax and leave! Now!” The white haired woman shouts. Vex can feel her panic rising, like Pike said they need to leave but where the fuck did her brother go?!

Vex’s vision is swimming from panic and all she can hear is what she could only describe as a crusade of death, gnashing teeth, blood splattering onto the walls and floors, shattering of bone and the sickening gurgle of death finally claiming the bodies of the undead just like it did the souls before. 

It takes some time but eventually they are running, completely forgoing stealth they shout and yell for their missing member. Only takes a few unanswered calls to cause the dam to break, tears rain down Vex’s face with vengeance. She can not lose her brother, if she loses him she loses herself. They are two halves to a whole, not one without the other. 

Her calls more so resemble the shrill shriek of a mother who’s lost trace of her child at this point, yet she keeps at it. It takes what feels like ages but finally they get an answer, though not necessarily in the way she’d like.

Vax crashes through one of the windows of a room, quickly scampering up and proceeds to run to join them. Rotting hands emerge from the window trying to crawl their way out, only to get caught and impaired on the shards of class still attached to the window, like a sick experiment of rats climbing on the corpses of their kin they flop over onto the other side.

Which leads them now to their current problem. This entire time they’ve been running further into the hospital and now they have to run back, where a hoard of zombies have amassed. Vex clutches onto her brother’s arm, who does much the same to her. They’re all hurt and crazed and Vex just wishes they make it out of here alive.

With one quick glance at each other and a nod, they run.

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You know how these games work if you’ve ever seen one of Clearwillow’s...but game rules are HERE since it’s slightly different! I hope this is fun for people...that was my goal! And I hope you catch the “Easter Eggs” in it. I’m curious how many people will find them all. 

I’ll post everything once it’s done on FFN and AO3, and you can catch what I’m doing for @clearwillow‘s game early on my Patreon HERE! (It might be more smut...It might be fluff. WHO KNOWS! It will be OLR related...and it will go up as soon as it’s finished!)

Special thanks to @underwater0phelia​ for kink help and @clearwillow​ for additional edits...and the IYFF BC for brainstorming! Art by @clearwillow​ for @eringobroke​ - used and edited with permission. 

And now without further ado... The first treat (aka, the “freebie”).

Starting Fires

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Inuyasha universe.

"Inuyasha, stop," Kagome giggled, trying to wriggle out of his hold as he pressed wet kisses up her neck. "I don't want to burn your bacon…"

"It's just bacon," he reasoned, his hands sliding up under her shirt. Or should he say his shirt? Fuck...there wasn't a better sight in the world than his best friend...his best girl...Kagome...Wearing his shirt in their kitchen in their house. Now that he had her again, he weren't never letting go of her. "I don't mind eating something else for breakfast."

"You will when your stomach is rumbling later," she blushed, grabbing his hands and pulling them down, his fingers grazing over the lace fabric of her panties. "Behave yourself and go grab a cup of coffee."

"I'd rather grab your—"

"—Coffee!"

She reprimanded, flipping the bacon in the pan. He placed a gentle nip to the side of her neck before moving away from her, a disappointed pout on his lips.

"Fine. But let it be known that I'm doing it under protest," he grumbled, moving to his cabinet to pull out a mug.

"Your protest has been duly noted, Sir," she teased, turning away from the stove to pick up her own cup of coffee. She brought it to her lips, sipping from it as she watched Inuyasha pour himself some. Their life together felt so surreal still. It felt strange to wake up in their house and cook them breakfast.

But it was a good kind of surreal.

The kind where she found herself pinching her arm to make sure it wasn't all some crazy dream. This was their life. And...she loved it.

"Mmm," he moaned, taking a sip from his cup. "As good as ever, Kags," he grinned toothily, and she risked entering his personal space to press another kiss to his lips.

"Glad you like it," she replied, running away from him again when he moved to squeeze her ass. She removed their bacon and eggs from the pan as a text message chimed on both of their phones, and Inuyasha raised a brow in curiosity. She watched him slide his thumb across the screen, before muttering out a low "Huh" as he read the text.

"What is it?" she asked, picking up their plates and placing them onto the island.

"See for yourself," he shrugged, placing the phone down next to her plate. "It's from Sango."

That already piqued her curiosity. Kagome picked up the phone, leaning over the countertop as she read it.

"Hey Guys!" She began aloud. "Miroku and I decided to throw a Halloween party this year. We know it's a bit last minute, but we were hoping you guys could come since you aren't heading back out to California like you thought. Let us know if you can make it! Trying to plan in terms of food. Love you!"

"Love you too," he grinned, and she couldn't stop the shy smile even if she wanted to. She didn't think she would ever get tired of hearing that again from him. The words were like a balm to her soul.

"What do you think?" Kagome asked, handing him his phone back as he began digging his fork into his eggs.

"Up to you," he shrugged. He really didn't care either way. He was just glad he didn't have to go out to California with her. Though, to tell the truth, he wouldn't have minded. They could have had a night in...just the two of them...And he was always a fan of nights in with her. But..."We can go. I know you wanna…"

It was true too. He had seen the way her eyes lit up when she was reading that message. The way she was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. Kagome didn't want to spend the night in. She wanted to spend her first Halloween back in Montana at a party with old friends.

"But...You...Don't?"

He shrugged.

"Don't matter either way. I'm fine going. I'm fine staying home and fucking ya seven ways from Sunday."

"Yash!"

"What! It's tha truth," he replied with a smirk. "And you can't tell me ya don't like the sound of it," he continued, running his tongue over his fangs. The cute little blush he pulled from her was worth it.

"Well...How about a compromise?"

He paused, lifting his brow in curiosity.

"Go on…"

"What if we went to the party...Just for an hour or two...and then afterward we can come home and have sex? Oh! We can even wear couple's costumes again!"

The phrase couples costume made his butt clench so tight he could probably twist off a beer cap with his cheeks.

"I'll agree to go to the party...but not the couple's costume."

"But Yash," she whined, coming around the island to take his hands. "That's part of the fun…"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll wear something slutty?"

"N—" He began, ready to tell her no again when his brain processed her offer. "Keep talking."

"I'll wear something slutty and sexy?"

"...Uh-huh...And what else?"

"...And you get to take it off of me?"

He almost said yes...but he was a greedy fucker. He was probably gonna take it off of her even if she hadn't offered that.

"Do I get to do more than that?"

"You mean other than wear a matching outfit?"

"I do."

"Well," she began, tilting her head to the side and pursing her lips in thought. "I'm assuming that sex is a given…"

"But you can say it anyway, and make it interesting," he shrugged. If he was going to get roped into this...because he was going to say yes, because he loved her...then he wanted to squeeze as much as he could out of this.

"Ok...If you do it, sex is on the table...and I'll also add you picking the place and position," she decided, causing his eyes to light up.

Place and position huh?

"Well...In that case Darling, you've got yourself a deal!"

Her childlike squeal and the way she giddily clapped her hands, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, made him feel like he made the right decision.

"Now let's talk costumes…"

He groaned, shaking his head and digging his fork into the eggs on his plate.

Then again...Maybe not…

He let her prattle on for a while, running different ideas past him...But he knew that it ultimately wouldn't matter. He was going to give in to whatever she wanted. If she wanted him to go as a hot dog, and she was going to be a bottle of mustard? That was what was going to happen. Wasn't sure how she could make it sexy...but sure. Her call. Prince and Princess? No fighting it. Batman and Catwoman…

It had piqued his interest, but she almost instantly changed her mind. The cowl would be uncomfortable for his ears.

So, she decided on a fireman and a dalmatian. He looked over at her phone when she held up a picture of the costume she had found for him and sighed.

"That's what you want?"

It didn't look too bad. And it looked like he could maybe get away with just wearing the pants. He was going to have to be sneaky about it though...He could do just a t-shirt and those pants.

"Please?" she beseeched, batting her long lashes at him. "It will be so cute! And you'll look so good!"

He tilted his head to the side, and she chewed the inside of his lip as she watched him roll her suggestion around in his head. She really liked the fireman outfit. She thought it would be fun! And he would look good in it too...She could already picture him slowly taking off the jacket to reveal his bare torso...the suspenders holding up his pants hanging limply at the sides as he slowly peeled himself out of—

"—What are you thinking about Kagome?"

She looked up at his face and saw him looking at her, a smirk stretching his lips as he limply held the phone, leaning down across the island.

"N-nothing," she blushed, swiping out to grab the phone from him, but he pulled it away from her at the last second.

"Nu-uh. I can smell it when you're lying…and I can smell it when you're—"

"—NOTHING!"

She insisted, grabbing the phone from him this time, and his grin turned predatory.

"Ain't nothing, or you wouldn't be smelling like that," he countered cheekily before his gaze began to darken. "Ya know...You don't have to keep that bottled up…"

"Inuyasha," she warned as he straightened, running his carefully filed and declawed fingers along the island countertop as he slowly came around to her side.

He was ignoring her, however.

"Kagome," he replied, closing in on her in just a few short strides. "Were you thinking about me in that fireman outfit?"

Sometimes she swore he could read her mind.

"N-no…"

"Liar," he purred, placing his hands onto the granite top on either side of her hips. He had effectively trapped her...and he was looking at her like prey.

It made her swallow because her mouth was suddenly dry. And made her lower abdomen heat. The intensity and desire in his gaze...the slight glint of fang in the morning light…

Fucking hell...She wanted to be his prey. Wanted to be captured and eaten and...eaten…

He inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lowly moaned, "Fuck Kags…"

"W-what," she swallowed, and his smirk widened into a fangy grin before his lips crashed into hers.

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Billy and Max are both self-proclaimed Punch Buggy champions. They have a whole damn bunch of house rules that they’ve devised between them. Thinks like having to state the color for it to count or ones parked up in driveways only counting for a half a hit. And then they come up with things like ‘any yellow car counts for three punches’, or ‘a dog in the car gives the spotter free reign to add in a wet willy’. And the more they drive together, the more the rules develop. Billy invents the utterly vicious ‘Twinsies Twist’ pinch for spotting another Camaro and then he almost busts a gut laughing a few weeks later when Max makes a snorting noise before jabbing him with her thumb, and thus creating ‘Pig Poke’ for whenever they see a cop car. 

(Max also learns the tells for when Billy can't deal with any more hits that day. Learns when she needs to keep her touches light, more a playful bump of her shoulder or a flick of her fingers on the back of his hand. And she gets to know when it's a really bad day too, a day when all Billy wants to do is play licence plate poker while he drives them both to the diner just out of town where he can order a strawberry milkshake and steal all of the cherries from her sundae.) So when Billy first plays it with Steve, first leans over and thumps him hard on the bicep and yells out 'Punch Buggy Blue!', he’s a little taken aback when Steve just gives him a wide-eyed look of confused betrayal and asks, "What the hell, man?", because apparently Steve never played those games growing up. Never had a sibling to annoy on long car journeys. Never played anything more than the occasional ten minutes of ‘I-Spy’ or the licence plate game when his Mom got fed up of him tapping his feet or narrating the journey or demanding to stop at ever roadside attraction. So Billy teaches him. And as soon as he learns the rules, Steve’s always ready to play. And he plays to win. Because Steve is observant, OK? He can spot the cars coming up from miles away. Has the 'Punch Buggy' out of his mouth before Billy's lips have even met around the ‘P’. And he knows Hawkins. Knows who owns a Beetle or a yellow car and he knows the routes where he's likely to spot them, and he'll find any excuse to make a detour if Billy’s been getting cocky. And even when Billy does spot one first, Steve is a sneaky fucker. He writhes and wriggles and ducks around to avoid Billy's fist, claiming some entirely fictitious five second time limit for all punches. He'll even unbuckle his seat belt and leap into the backseat or shuffle down into the foot well while Billy's driving (he once half-attempted to do it while he was driving, until Billy grabbed the wheel and yelled at him and then refused to play ever again until Steve promised not to be such an idiot.) And Steve's also petty as shit. He'll make up a dozen reasons why Billy’s perfectly legal call doesn't count, insisting 'that's clearly blue, not green, Hargrove, are you color blind?' and then start adding in his own rules like, 'so now that's a bonus hit to me and immunity for the next three blues or until we see a yellow, whichever comes first...' and Billy will roll his eyes and call him out on it but he’ll still somehow end up playing along with Steve’s dumbass, nonsensical made-up rules anyway because, well, it’s worth it to see the happy little smirk on Steve’s face when he thinks he’s won. Then later on, when they start dating and end up doing a lot more late night driving, Steve decides to introduce Billy to one of the few car games he does know- ‘Padiddle’. He starts with the original version, the one where you get to kiss your sweetheart whenever you see a car with a burnt out headlight or brakelight and then, when the nights start getting a little warmer, he tells Billy about the risque version, the one involving losing items of clothing for every missed ‘padiddle’. And Billy feels his competitive side start to rise again. Because he’s pretty damn ruthless when there’s a prize like that on offer.

What about Bakugo with prompts 2 from fluff (stealing clothes.) and number 16 in smut (not being jealous.) if you don’t mind?

This isn’t really angsty but just Bakugou being Bakugou 5k prompts 

As fun as it was to play at the UA pool with the rest of the 1A girls, It did kind of suck that you had to wear the ugly swimsuit instead of the cute suit you’d bought specifically for this summer.  So the next time you went swimming with the girls it was at Momo’s private pool where there was no dress code. 

Momo, bless her heart was too sweet to say no when the boys asked if they could tag along. This meant that you would have to put up with Mineta but it also meant that Bakugou would be there which made it all worth it. 

You had a strange relationship with the hot head blonde. You like him. He liked you. Both of you knew this, but you weren’t really dating. Maybe you could push him into a proper confession today. 

Bakugou almost choked when he saw you climb out of the pool, dewdrops of water slipping down the curves of your body. He didn’t know where to look, there was just so much to take in.

Hot burning jealousy built in his chest. He growled and tore his eyes away from you to make sure no one else was looking at you. Most of the class knew that you were his, even if it was unofficial, still, he couldn’t be too careful. 

You waved cheerily seeing more people enter the Yaoyorozu pool you brushed right past Bakugou to greet Kaminari and Kirishima. Bakugou almost blew their heads off, especially when he saw Kaminari staring directly at your chest. Before he could start yelling you turned 

“Oh hey, Bakugou I didn’t see you there,” you teased. 

“How long are we going to do this?” He growled low enough that only you could hear

“However long you want,”  you smirked, wriggling out of his grasp before diving back in the pool. He didn’t follow. Like hell Bakugou was going to get all sweaty now when his temper was flaring, he was already ready to blow, he didn’t need to accidentally blow your head off before confessing to you properly. 

Nobody seemed able to keep their eyes off of you, at least that's how it looked to Bakugou. If he was your boyfriend he would have blown these losers to hell by now, He was considering doing so anyway when Kirishima smacked him hard on the back. 

“Stop acting so jealous man we’re supposed to be having fun,”

“Eat shit I’m not jealous you’re imagining things,” Bakugou snapped back 

“Sure man,” 

“Uhm Kirishima? Can I steal Bakugou from you for a minute?” somehow you had snuck up when neither of them was paying attention. Kirishima laughed looking at the shocked look on Bakugou’s face. 

“All yours (y/n),” he said darting away before muttering something under his breath that sounded like “he wants to see you anyways,”

“What? Are you finally done playing this stupid little jealousy game?”  Bakugou snapped 

“It’s on pause for now,” you sniffed before shifting nervously. 

“Then what do you want? Spit it out,”

“My shirt got soaked,” you said

“So?” 

“So I can’t wear it,”

“I don’t get why you’re fucking telling me,” your brows furrowed and you snapped at him

“You dense mother fucker, are you going to let me borrow your shirt or not?” he blinked once, then twice before tossing his black tank top at you. You threw it on and Bakugou had to catch his breath, again. You looked better in his clothes than you did in just a swimsuit. 

“Thanks,” you said shyly. He smirked, regaining his confidence. 

“You should steal my clothes more often,” he purred, standing suddenly and pulling you close to him, not caring who saw, in fact, he hoped the whole damn class was watching. 

“But, shirt stealing is a privilege only my girlfriend gets,” he purred. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Oh, I guess that means I’ll just have to date you then,”

Ransom- Mafia!Poly!PatHen X Denbrough!Reader Imagine

Request: No here is the 18th day of the 25 days of trickkombowerskru! which goes to @chlorinevomit​​ and they wanted a mafia au poly PatHen imagine where the reader is bills older sister and the bowers gang are holding her hostage for ransom???

A/N: Look at ya girl making more combo gifs of our older boys! I wanted a more dangerous looking gif of Tom Cavanagh who is my hc for older Pat (with a very distinct look that isn’t like in the gif, but it’s just for you to see his face dm me if you wanna know how I specifically envision Pat), but I couldn’t find one, so I figured the smirk was Pat enough. I also made a gif of this with all the older boys and it looked so cool, but since it is really just PatHen I just cut it down to those two. (if you wanna see the full gif dm me)

Warnings: Mentions of sex

You wriggled around in the chair you were currently tied to, trying desperately to find a part of the knot that was loose enough for you to slip out of. Unfortunately none of the rope would budge, and before you could make another move, the bag on your head was ripped off. You are met by the four dip shits who made up the Bowers Gang, the rival gang to your brother’s.

“If you’re gonna try to kill me just get it over with, I don’t need my hands to kick all of your asses.”

Henry, their leader, sauntered his way over to you, chuckling as he took your chin in his hands.

“Cute, real cute Sweetheart, but we ain’t gonna kill ya. We just need you for leverage.”

“Leverage. Leverage for what?”

“For ransom money from your punk ass little brother,” Patrick, his second hand responds.

“What do you say boys? How much is she worth $100,000?,” Henry asks.

“You’re gonna ask my brother for one hundred thousand?”

“You’re right, let’s make it two,” Vic, the real brains behind their gang adds.

“200k divides even better by four,” Belch, the muscle of the group, chimes in.

“So yeah no worries Princess, you’re of no use to us if your dead. SO don’t worry your pretty little face,” Patrick smirks.

“Bite me,” you respond through gritted teeth.

“Sounds fun? Where?” he taunts, getting close to your neck. 

“My brother and his friends are gonna find me and you won’t get shit.”

“That’s what you think Baby, but we’ve got you here in one of our brand new hide outs,” Henry flirts, stroking your cheek with his hands.

“Who knows maybe you’ll be useful for more than that,”

“Fuck you,” you growl, spitting in his face.

“Feisty. Like it.”

“What you say we tag team her Hen? Get her all hot and bothered then leave her there begging for us?” Patrick asks.

“Pat cut that shit out,” Belch barks.

“He’s right, she ain’t ready to take both of us, wait until she comes around.

After the guys film a ransom video to send to your brother and his gang, you get untied by Belch, and brought to a new room with a bed and a small tv.

He handcuffs you to the bed posts.

“Sorry bout that,” he apologizes.

“As far as hostage type scenarios go, at least you fuckers gave me a place to sleep,” you joke.

The next morning he brings you some food, uncuffing one of your hands, before bringing you back to the chair.

It went like that for the past few days, and as much as you hate to admit it, your faith in your brother was slightly wavering, but you still had some.

God the rope was insufferable, as if the guys themselves weren’t enough, on top of Patrick and Henry’s constant flirting, which you also hated to admit was starting to get under you skin. 

They may have been your rivals, but they were also hot as hell. The four of them were passing a round a bottle of whiskey, god what you wouldn’t do for a drink right now.

“Can I have some that?”

“You sure it’s pretty strong Hot Stuff,” Henry says.

“I can hold my liquor asshole,”

“Fine, but you gotta give me a little kiss.”

“One kiss?”

“One little kiss that’s it.”

“Fine.”

He goes over to you, leaning down, taking your face in his hands, just like the day they brought you here. When your lips touch, he tastes like the whisky mixed with a hint of weed, which you had figured they smoked last night, after you were brought to your room.

Against your better judgement, Henry was a damn good kisser, and once his tongue slips into your mouth, you can’t help, but let out a moan.”

Henry pulls away with a smirk.

“Well shit if that’s what’s a little kiss is to you, I’d love to see some more Princess,” Patrick snickers.

“Rules is rules,” Henry adds, he holds the bottle up to you, and you take a rather large swig, basking in the burn it left down your throat, yet the refreshing feeling it gave you.

“You want a hit?,” Patrick questions holding out a new blunt.

“Please,”

“Give me what he got and I’ll think about it.”

You oblige, also letting out a moan because damn Patrick was a good kisser, he also tasted like whiskey, and despite the weed, it was more of a general tobacco taste on his lips.

“Oh yeah now that’s the stuff baby!”

You felt like you were going crazy, or at least getting a major case of Stockholm because in that moment all you wanted was more. before you could ask for it though, your brother comes in, armed, with Ben, Bev, and Mike by his side. You could hear the rest of the gang in the van. 

“Billy!,” you shout to get his attention.

“Y/N!”

He runs to you and unties you as the others take care of the guys.

“Told you, you’d end yup with jackshit,” yous near.

“I’d hardly call those kisses jack shit,” Henry spits back, luckily Bill didn’t hear any of it.

The gang gets you back to base and after making sure you’re fine, talk to you about what went down. you hated the fact that you couldn’t get those kisses out of your mind. 

The next showdown you had with the Bowers gang ended worse than usual, you were almost all beat to shit,a bullet was in Eddie’s shoulder, and Richie’s glasses were broken. You got out unscathed only because Patrick and Henry had pulled you aside to try and get something from you

While you held out at the moment, you later snuck out to see them, taking them up on their offer. Thus your sneaking out to fuck around began. You hated gong behind your brother’s back, you couldn’t resist the pleasure they both brought you.

After you were caught, it did not end well, but after a gigantic argument from both sides, you found a compromise. You assured your brother you would never switch sides and join them, but also told your boys that they had to make you stop sneaking around.

Everyday Fiends (Klance Drabble)

Everyday adventures in the life of two demon boyfriends and their three headed dog.

“What the hell!” The man looked down at his suit, scalding hot coffee seeping into his crisp white shirt and all over his shoes.

Keith snickered behind his hand, looking at the man. “Is that the best you got?”

Lance flashed him a wolfish grin, “You KNOW I can do better than that. That was just a warm up.” He laced his fingers together and stretched his arms out in front, rolling his neck to get the mock kinks out.

With a flick of his finger, the skirt of the girl standing in line at the coffee shop, flew up and over her face. A high pitched shriek rang throughout the shop. Lance shot Keith a wink and he rolled his eyes.

“Only you enjoyed that one. And it was still lame.” Keith muttered under his breath.

“Aww is my baby jealous?” Lance wriggled his eyebrows at him, leaning over the small table they were sitting at. “Don’t worry babe, I only have eyes for you.” His eyes closed as his lips drifted towards Keith’s, but before they touched, Keith snapped his fingers and he was suddenly falling out of his chair, it being swept out from under him. Lance let out a yelp as he landed on his ass. The few people in the shop turned to look at them.

Keith couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore and let slip the most undignified snort. Hiding his face behind his hands. Little short snorts escaping as he tried to control his breathing. “Y-your face!” Tears were prickling at his eyes and he wiped them away with the back of his hand.

“Owwww BABE!” Lance scowled at him from the floor, “That hurt!”

“You’re such a baby.” Keith stood up and walked around the table, holding out his hand to help Lance up.

Lance pouted but took the offering, Keith pulled him up on his feet and Lance immediately draped himself over Keith’s back, putting as much of his weight on him.

“Oof, you’re heavy.”

“Ya, well, I’m injured Keith. INJURED...cuz my boyfriend is an ass.”

“Heh, ya but you love this ass.”

Lance reached down and gave him a little pinch. “I DO love this ass.”

Snorting in response, Keith grabbed his hand and they walked out of the cafe into the late afternoon sun.

“What should we get for dinner tonight?”

“Hmm I’m kind of feeling Thai.” Lance wrapped his arms around Keith from behind, kissing the side of his neck.

“Lance.”

“What?”

Keith leveled him with The Look, “You know what.”

“You love Thai! Why can’t we get some?”

“Babe, you literally breathed fire from the spiciness of your curry and ended up setting the table cloth on fire last time we were there. I’m pretty sure they unofficially banned us from their restaurant. We’re also lucky no one saw the fire come out of your mouth.”

Lance grunted, “Worth it, that curry was sooooo good. I love it spicy! Can’t we just order out then, you can go pick it up so they won’t have to see me.” He started to run his hands along Keith’s sides, sliding under his shirt.

Despite running at a warmer temperature naturally, Lance’s touch sent goosebumps across his skin.

“Ugh, fine. I’ll head there now but you need to take Kosmo on a walk when you get home.”

“Deal!” Lance loved Kosmo so this was an easy trade off.

At the next corner they stopped, Lance held Keith’s face between his palms and he pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. Then he turned Keith around and smacked his ass so hard it echoed throughout the intersection and took off running towards their home. “See you later babe!”

Keith was momentarily stunned but regained his senses when he started to feel a dull throb coming from his ass cheek. “That little fucker…” he mumbled under his breath and started to walk in the opposite direction towards the restaurant.

Lance skipped up the steps to their front door with a grin on his face. He shook his hand out to get the feeling back into it, a slight stinging sensation spread through it from slapping Keith’s ass so hard.

Hehe, worth it!

“Ooooo Kosmoooo! I’m hooooooome!”

Not two seconds after he threw his keys on the entryway table, a giant blue/black blur of fluff barreled into him. Almost knocking him over.

“Hey buddy.” He wheezed out. Kosmo started licking his face, all three tongues spreading slobber up his face and into his hair.

“Hahahah ok ok! Stop stop! Please!” He pried Kosmo from his face, it was a little difficult when there were three heads attacking him at once.

Eventually Kosmo stopped and hopped off Lance, sitting beside the coat rack where his harness hung.

“You want to go on a walk?” Kosmo’s ears perked up and his tail started to wag faster.

“I bet you do. Yesss who’s a good boy!” Lance scratched behind one set of ears and dropped a kiss on each snout.

He grabbed the harness from the coat hanger and wrapped it around Kosmo’s body. The leather was worn and faded from many outings in the sun and rain but the runes etched into it were still there. A friend had come up with a spell to camouflage Kosmo’s two extra heads while he wore the harness. Humans weren’t accustomed to seeing a Cerberus walking casually down the street so they had to hide his two extra heads somehow. To them he just looked like a normal Husky when wearing the harness.

The harness also helped “ground” Kosmo so he couldn’t teleport while they were out in public. They learned their lesson when he was a puppy and couldn’t control his jumps every time he got excited. Pretty sure that’s why their neighbor hated them, Kosmo kept teleporting into his backyard and eating his flowers.

A year later, multiple apologies to the neighbor and after a lot of training, Kosmo only ever teleported when called or told to.

Heading outside, they followed their usual route around the neighborhood. Making a stop in the local park. It was a beautiful day, a few families playing lawn games or just chatting while sitting on the grass.

Lance sat down on a bench, Kosmo by his side watching a family nearby throw a frisbee around. The frisbee ended up at Lance’s feet and a young boy jogged over to retrieve it.

“Sorry about that.” The boy said as he jogged up.

“No problem.” Lance bent down to pick up the frisbee and handed it to him.

“Thanks.” The boy glanced at Kosmo, “Is this your dog?” Lance nodded in response.

“Cool, can I pet him?”

Lance chuckled and Kosmo’s ears perked up. “Ya, go ahead. He loves behind the ear scratches.”

The boy beamed and began cooing at Kosmo and scratching behind his ears like Lance said and Kosmo’s tongue immediately lolled out and his eyes shut in pure bliss.

“He’s a Husky right?”

“Ya, a rare breed you could say.”

The boy looked at Lance in confusion but didn’t say anything because Kosmo abruptly turned his head, ears turned forward towards a tree a ways away from the bench.

“Hmm—“, seeing the boy’s confusion, Lance looked to Kosmo just as he took off into a sprint. Unfortunately, the clasp underneath the harness snapped under the force of Lance still holding onto the leash, breaking the concealment spell hiding his true appearance. And in his excitement, Kosmo teleported across to the tree and started chasing a squirrel with all three heads shimmering into existence, out for all to see.

Lance was stunned into a stupor but was jerked back into his body when the boy screamed and started pointing frantically towards Kosmo, running in circles around the trunk of the tree, barking up at the squirrel who had taken refuge in the branches.

“Uhhhhhhhh--GOTTA GO!! BYEEEEE!!” Lance sprinted towards Kosmo, leash and harness still in hand and practically tackled Kosmo to the ground trying to get the harness back on. Both rolling around in the grass, Lance getting smacked in the face with Kosmo’s paw (or maybe it was his tail) a few times When that failed, he did the only thing he could think of.

“Take us home Kosmo.” He whispered in the wolf’s ear. There was a tingle along his skin, a crackle of electricity in the air and in a flash they were gone.

The hardwood floor met the back of Lance’s head with a loud thump as he landed, Kosmo landing right on top of him. Knocking the breath from his lungs.

A soft whoosh of air escaped, “Bud--dy..I’m gunna need you to get off.” Trying to push against Kosmo was like trying to move a small car, especially when three large wet tongues started licking all over his face.

Lance accepted his fate of not getting up anytime soon and just laid there on the floor giggling, giving Kosmo’s scratches to wherever he could reach.

A few moments later, keys were jingling in the lock and Keith stepped through the door, carrying multiple bags of food.

Kosmo immediately raised his heads and bounded towards Keith, kicking the breathe from Lance’s lungs for the second time.

Kosmo collided with Keith’s legs. “Whoa! Hey there boy!” Keith held the bags of food above his head so Kosmo couldn’t reach them. “Lance? Lance where are you?” He rounded the corner into the kitchen and saw Lance sprawled out on the tile.

He set the food down on the counter and peered at Lance from above, “Whatcha doin on the floor babe?”

“O you know, just inspecting the tile.”

Keith snorted and began to pull plates and silverware out. “Did you guys go on a W-A-L-K?”

“Ooooo ya we did. Boy do I have a story to tell you.”

Keith’s mouth tilled up into a charming smirk. “Do tell.”

Lance picked himself off the floor and dusted his pants off. Feeling the excess slobber on his face, he swiped if off with his sleeve.

"Well, lets just say we need to find a new park to go to.”

I'm going to make this a series, already have an idea for the second chapter :3

He Shoots, He Scores! (Bears 'verse AU, 7/?)

Danneel bursts through Jensen’s bedroom door. “What the fuck happened to the couch?” Jensen turns around and stands up. He’s just finished putting the last couch cushion next to the bed as a precautionary measure. He’s not taking any chances this time. He’s got one hell of a bruise on his forehead, to the point that his coworkers kept making pointedly concerned inquiries about “problems at home.” “I’ll put it back together tomorrow morning. Until then, you can sit on the recliner.” “That’s not the point,” she snaps, gesturing at the line of cushions and pillows surrounding Jensen’s bed. “Is it really worth it? Really?” “You haven’t seen his dick,” replies Jensen with a wicked smirk. “He could give Ron Jeremy a run for his money. I’m serious.” “That’s way TM fuckin’ I.” Danneel takes a step backwards through the doorway. “Just keep it down, okay? I’ve got an early shoot tomorrow. And don’t get come on the couch cushions. This isn’t a frat house.” Jensen tosses off a sarcastic salute. “Aye aye, Captain Buzzkill.” Danneel opens her mouth to say something, but stops. “I think I heard the doorbell.” Jensen steps past her and jogs down the stairs. The doorbell rings, possibly for the second time, and Jensen hurries across the living room to open it. “Jared! Hey, come on in.” Jared’s carrying two giant paper bags, one over each arm, and Jensen reaches out to take them from him. “What’s all this?” “Dinner and drinks,” answers Jared. “There’s Chinese food and two six-packs of Shock Top.” Jensen grins and motions for Jared to cross the threshold. “You really didn’t have to.” “I wanted to,” says Jared, crutching past Jensen toward the dining room table. “I wanted to try to make it up to you.” Jensen sets the bags on the table and goes to the kitchen for plates and silverware. “I’m not upset with you, babe. I know you’re just unlucky.” “It’s more like ‘cursed’,” replies Jared. He sits down at the table and leans his crutches against a nearby cabinet. He reaches for one bag and tears it open. “I got quarts of lo mein and fried rice, and pints of General Tso’s and beef with broccoli, plus egg rolls and dumplings.” “Holy shit.” Jensen takes one of the containers from Jared’s hands. “How much of that is for you?” Jared’s cheeks flush, and Jensen smiles to take the sting out of the teasing. “I was kidding.” He grabs the package of egg rolls and unwraps it. He places two on each plate, then follows by dividing up the dumplings. “This looks great. Thank you so much.” Jared shrugs. “It’s the least I could do.” They end up eating almost all of the food between the two of them, and they pool all the leftovers together and write Danneel’s name on the lid of the container. They also go through the first six-pack pretty quickly and are halfway through the second by the end of dinner. Jared’s movements are looser, his eyes a little glazed, and he’s laughing at things that aren’t even that funny. Jensen stands up and seizes the bottle in Jared’s hand. “That’s it, you’re flagged.” “That’s okay,” replies Jared, reaching for his crutches. “I can think of better things to put in my mouth.” Jensen steadies him as he rises from his chair. “First things first, cowboy. We gotta get you up the stairs without breaking anything.” Jared crutches easily to the foot of the staircase. “I actually get more coordinated when I’m drunk.” “Then how do you explain the wedding?” Jensen follows him up the stairs. “New shoes. Not broken in.” Jared makes his way into Jensen’s bedroom and stops short when he sees the ring of cushions and pillows around the bed. “What the hell?” “Precautionary measures.” Jensen grasps Jared’s shoulders and kisses the love bite on the back of his neck. “Nothing’s gonna stop us tonight. Not even your curse.” Jared leans his crutches against the closet door. “I think you’re gonna have to pick me up. I can’t get over those.” Jensen looks at the cushions, and then up at Jared. He has a point. “Fuck.” Jensen scoops Jared up in a bridal carry. “Shit, you’re fuckin’ heavy,” he mutters, heaving Jared over the cushions and dumping him on the bed. “Sorry.” Jared bounces a little and rolls over to face Jensen. “But thanks. I appreciate it.” Jensen steps back from the bed and pulls off his t-shirt. He wriggles out of his jeans and boxers and climbs on the bed next to Jared. “You’re a little overdressed, there, kiddo.” Jared pulls off his hoodie and t-shirt and tosses them on Jensen’s desk chair. He’s wearing the kind of track pants that have snaps up the sides, and he rips them off with a flourish. He sheds his boxer-briefs and throws them on top of his shirts. “Better?” Jensen presses his lips to Jared’s. “Much.” He kisses Jared slowly, lazily. They’ve got all the time in the world. He doesn’t want to rush this. Jared slips his tongue past Jensen’s lips and slides one giant hand down Jensen’s abs to encircle his cock. Jensen’s half-hard already; a few swift, sure strokes from Jared brings him to total, almost painful hardness in a matter of seconds. “Easy, tiger.” Jensen rolls over on his back, loosening himself from Jared’s grip. “It’s not a sprint, it’s a marathon.” Jared nods. “Noted.” He pushes himself up on his knees and positions himself so he’s straddling Jensen’s legs. Then he kisses a trail down Jensen’s abs to his cock. He flutters little kisses down Jensen’s shaft that have him arching his back and bucking his hips into Jared’s touch. Then he flicks a bead of precome off Jensen’s slit with the tip of his tongue and Jensen nearly loses it right there. “You like that?” breathes Jared, his humid breath hot on Jensen’s sensitive skin. He runs his tongue around the ridge of the head, the tender touch sending electric sparks up Jensen’s spine. Jensen digs his fingers into the mattress and gasps. “Fuck, yeah. Jus’ like tha’.” Jared takes the head between his lips and flutters his tongue over the slit in a way that makes Jensen see stars. He laves a thick stripe down the shaft and flutters his tongue behind Jensen’s balls, eliciting a full-body shiver from Jensen. “Fuckin’ tease,” mutters Jensen. Jared runs the tip of his tongue back up the shaft to tease at Jensen’s slit, and Jensen’s had enough of this foreplay shit. “Fuckin’ suck me,” he hisses, bucking his hips. Jared takes a considerable amount of Jensen’s length between his lips, and Jensen starts to fuck his mouth. Just when Jensen’s about to lose it, Jared draws back and releases Jensen’s cock. “What the fuck?” cries Jensen. Jared reaches over Jensen and opens the desk drawer. He grabs a condom and tears it open with his teeth. He then eases it down over Jensen’s cock and shoves the lube into his hand. “Change of plans,” he replies with a wicked smirk. “Fucker!” Jensen uncaps the lube and spreads a generous amount over his fingers. He pulls Jared down next to him and pushes him onto his side. Then he thrusts one slick finger into Jared’s hole. Jared moans a little but lets him in. “You’re a fuckin’ tease, you know that?” Jared chuckles. “It worked, didn’t it?” He reaches back and slides a hand down Jensen’s hip to cup his ass. Jensen adds a second finger, slicking Jared’s hot, tight hole and drawing little breathy moans from Jared’s lips. Jensen kisses the junction of Jared’s neck and shoulder as he spreads his fingers apart and starts to scissor. Jared goes boneless beneath his hands, but his dick is rock-hard when Jensen slides a hand down Jared’s abs to grip his cock. “Now who’s a fuckin’ tease?” “I have my ways,” murmurs Jensen, sliding a third finger into Jared’s hole and pressing past the ring of muscle to hit home. “Fuck, I’m ready. Do it!” Jensen presses his dick into Jared’s waiting hole, Jared gasps but thrusts his hips backwards, forcing Jensen even further into the tight expanse. “You okay?” “Never better,” growls Jared. “Now move!” Jensen thrusts deep into Jared’s hole, pressing past the ring of muscle to hit the sweet spot, and Jared lets out a throaty moan that shoots straight to Jensen’s dick. Jensen fucks him as hard as he dares, establishing a rhythm that makes the mattress springs squeak and the headboard tap drumbeats into the wall. “Harder!” breathes Jared, and Jensen complies. He fucks Jared with all the energy he’s got, and Jared just takes it in and begs for more. He hits the sweet spot once, twice, and then a third time, and that’s it for Jared. He comes with a ragged shout, going limp in Jensen’s grip, and Jensen thrusts as hard as he can a few more times before he comes as well, shooting his load into the condom and collapsing on the mattress behind Jared. Jensen eases his now-softening dick out of Jared’s hole and removes the condom. He ties it off and throws it into the trash can on the far side of the nightstand. He tangles his fingers in Jared’s shaggy hair and uses his other hand to pull Jared onto his other side so he can kiss him breathless. “Now that’s more fuckin’ like it.” Jared kisses him back with the little energy he has left. “I’ll say,” he gasps, the cords of his neck standing out as he struggles for breath. “Best sex I ever had.” “Only sex you ever had,” counters Jensen. “I’ve got high standards.” “Fuck your standards.” Jensen kisses Jared’s jaw, then his chin, and then down to the hollow of his throat. “I’d rather fuck you.” Jared traces a fingertip around Jensen’s hole. Jensen smirks. “That can be arranged.”