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cosmal · 1 year

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Baby I’m thinking about this TikTok prank I’ve seen going around where the wife tells her husband she’s going to sleep on the couch tonight, as a prank, and all I can think of is doing that to James… imagine, imagine his reaction, all like “no!” And then “wait why?” And all sad and soft about it like what happened I’ll sleep on the couch if you want space you can have the bed … ugh

pranked

summary — you prank james. he’s way too nice.

content — james potter x fem!reader

Sirius sent you the video days ago. Viral footage of a wife telling her husband she’s sleeping on the couch for the night. He had thought it was hilarious Pls try this on james. $20 bucks he’ll cry.

You hadn’t had a proper chance until tonight. You’d had some disagreement about something so tiny, so irrelevant that you thought it was the right time. Something about rinsing out the dishes before they go in the dishwasher.

You can hear James getting ready for bed and decide to go up to your room and make a scene. He’s coming out of your ensuite, toothbrush in his mouth when he sees you pulling your pillows off the bed.

“What’re y’doing, love?” he asks over the foaming toothbrush, swallowing spit.

“Getting my stuff,” you mumble, moving to the basket by the dresser. It’s sort of foreign to be so blunt with him and for a moment you almost decide to not do it.

He takes the brush from his mouth, licking his lips to keep his spit in, “What for?”

You bundle the pillows and blankets up, “M’gonna sleep on the couch tonight.”

James leans around the corner to spit in the sink, peaking back around he says, “What?”

“I’m gonna spend the night downstairs,” you tell him again, face full of a mountain wool.

“Why?” he asks, voice all pitched up and confused.

“I just,” you stammer when he frowns, “I just need some space.”

“Oh,” he says. He steps forward and you think about stepping backwards for a moment but decide against it. You’re not cruel. “Right.”

His sad face has your stomach churning. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Wait, baby,” he says, half a tone away from frantic, “You sleep on the bed, I’ll take the couch.”

You blink. “What?”

He takes his own pillows, all stuffed up in his arms until you can’t see half of his face. You almost want to laugh. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No, James—” You press your lips into a line, holding back a bubble of laughter.

“I don’t want you sleeping on the couch,” he says, half fond, half stern. “I’ll sleep down there and we can talk in the morning.”

“James, I’m sorry—”

“It’s okay,” he smiles gently. You melt.

“No, it was just a joke,” you say quickly. “It’s okay, I’m not mad.”

James drops the pillows in his hands and they tumble off the bed, “A joke?”

“Yeah, I’m super sorry. Sirius sent me this video of this wife telling her husband she’s sleeping on the couch and he said I should try it.” Your words come out all mushed up and a little sticky. You hadn’t imagined him to react this way, you’re not sure why because he’s lovely and he’d do anything you him to. You imagine him sleeping in the backyard.

“Sirius?” he asks, a grin playing at the corners of his lips. They tremble and he bites the bottom one.

“Yeah,” you pant. You feel suddenly embarrassed. Your face heats and you cover your cheeks with your hands, pushing your fingers into your warming skin. “God, I’m sorry.”

James rounds the bed and you close your eyes. You can’t look him in the face. You’re not surprised when he wraps his arms around you, pinning your elbows into your chest.

“What did you expect me to do?” he asks softly. He sounds like he’s about to burst into a fit of laughter.

You shrug and your shoulder nudges his jaw. “I don’t know. I thought it’d be funny. I just feel bad now.”

“Sweetheart,” he coos. You feel even worse. Not as much so when his laughter rumbles up his chest.

“Stop.” You hide your face and mumble into his shirt.

He holds your head close, “I’m sorry.”

“Stop being so nice, you were supposed to argue with me or something.”

James laughs at your grumbling. “Since when do you listen to what Sirius shows you?”

“I don’t know. He bet me twenty you’d cry.”

“You wanted me to cry?” He asks incredulously.

“No, I wanted to win twenty quid!” You laugh, pulling yourself from his chest.

“Right,” he says grinning. He moves his hands to your face and you pray you don’t feel as warm as you did. He pushes his hands into your hair, thumbs pressing your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, James,” you say quietly. James has to bite back more laughter. It’s easy when you pout, he feels a bit sad.

“Christ, you’re adorable,” he laughs all things fond and sticky. You crumble. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It was a joke.”

“Okay,” you mumble, not very pleased.

He kisses your cheek until it apples. “Now let’s go get out twenty quid, huh?”

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lustkillers · 5 months

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okok hear me out: rough sex in a loud party where any character you want is pounding into reader, forcing them to be quiet until he cums all over her and forces her back into the party, putting her on display for everyone. just a thought, love you're writing !!

LOOSEN UP THEIR FROWN, MAKE 'EM FEEL ALIVE!

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - you're only his.

┃ tags/warnings. ࿐ ❪ nsfw freak shit here! hard dom!euro, sub!reader unprotected sex, rough sex, impact play, public sex/exhibitionism?? , voyeurism?, slight asphyxiation, degradation, spit, jealous!euro, toxic (?) couple tbh, FACIALLLL!!! ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - euronymous x fem!reader ❪ not the actual euronymous, only rory’s portrayal. ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ note - IM BACKKK from my dreadful writers block!! i'm also bombarded with school work, i'm so sorry for being inactive on terms of writing!! thank u for the request & hopefully i did this request justice... i'm literally sick as shit and seeing stars!! as always, not proofread! requests are open!!

HOW did you end up here? Standing in the middle of a house party, your face covered in his cum. Others knew, some didn't. But you knew... You knew it all too well.

Øystein had been pissing you off recently, so you decided to take a night out on the town with your friends to blow off some steam. Plus, you knew Øystein would be busy and wouldn't bother you tonight, as he had other plans.

He'd always be deep into his music, making him insufferable sometimes. You wanted a night without his judgment, so you went to the house party, not telling him that you were leaving. 'It's not like he cares...' You thought.

The party was raging with people inside, strobe lights scattered along the house and the intense thumping of bass. You felt your body come alive with every beat, and soon you were dancing among everyone else.

Your friends had left you to talk to other guys, get drinks, and possibly fuck. That alone made you want to leave, but something about this party didn't allow you to. Everything around you was a blur, and other men had hands on your waist... But they weren't him.

Suddenly, you felt a new pair of hands around your waist. You looked back and saw Øystein standing there, his eyes smoldering with desire… But also anger and passion. He looked at you with an intensity that made your body tremble.

Your stomach bubbled with many emotions, and your head was like a wheel; spinning with what you should say to him at this moment.

“What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay away from parties like this, but now here you are!” Øystein said incredulously.

You wanted to say something along the lines of how it wasn't his decision to make, but you couldn't take your eyes off him; he was still holding you close. Something in your head felt unscrewed, not responding well to his response. You should've been defending yourself... Not standing there with your eyes searching his.

“I-I…” You stuttered, unable to put together any sort of coherent response.

He only grabbed you, leading you away from the suffocating crowd you didn't even know was bothering you until this point. He kept a tight grip on you as he dragged you upstairs.

As soon as you reached the top, there was a hallway with 3 doors; 2 adjacent to each other, and one parallel to the 2 doors. He opened the door parallel to the 2, loud moans ringing through both of your ears, the sight of your friend riding some random guy she just met.

A yelp emits from your mouth, your hand instantly closing the door. A deep sigh leaves Øystein's mouth, a chuckle soon to follow.

"This is why I told you to stay away from parties like this," he said shaking his head as he released you from his ironclad grip. You were about to speak up again, but the words caught in your throat when he grabbed your face and inched closer, a smirk slowly making its way across his face.

The couple hastily moved away from each other, a stern look suddenly present in Øystein's face. He motioned you to come inside the room while they quickly ran out of it, leaving you two alone.

The atmosphere was tense as Øystein pointed his finger at you, the silence filling the room. He finally opened his mouth to speak. "You were about to do something stupid," He said accusingly, his intense gaze never leaving your face.

You gulped, suddenly intimidated by him. "I-I was just curious," you stuttered. You instantly regretted your words.

He clenched his jaw, looking at you with disdain before letting out a deep breath and relaxing his stance a bit.

"Curiosity is not always your friend," he tilted his head, his gaze still boring into yours as he grabbed your hands in his own. "I think… You’re just acting like a slut to get my attention."

You felt your heart racing as you stared back at him, unable to find words. Øystein smiled devilishly before swooping in for a kiss without warning, spinning you around and pushing you against the wall. He then kissed every inch of your body until his lips were back on yours. You could feel electricity coursing through both of your bodies and it felt amazing. You knew then that you were in way too deep.

His grip on you was tight, almost bruising your waist. As you both kissed, his body collided with yours, and soon you found yourself laid on the bed with him on top of you.

Your pussy pooled with wetness, his veiny, pale hands traveling to your core. He started to move his fingers inside you, pushing and pulling in a deep rhythm. His subtle and gentle movements were filling your body up with pleasure like nothing else before. With each thrust of his hand, you felt yourself coming closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.

Before you even came, his hands retracted from your core and his lips trailed down your neck. He worked his way to your nipples, pulling up your top, and teasing them with his tongue as he moved further down past the small of your back, kissing each inch of skin as if it were precious.

However the passion ended there. Øystein suddenly flipped you over on all fours, his hand colliding with your ass; a stinging sensation traveling through you.

A moan escaped your lips, as you felt empty without him inside. In order to fill that void, your fingers found its way to your clit, rubbing it as strained whimpers escaped your mouth.

He smacked your hand away, placing his hand in front of your mouth. "Spit." He demanded.

A pool of your saliva bubbled on his hand, as he retracted it and rubbed it on his aching cock.

And before you knew it, he was spearing into you. His thrusts hurried and intense, as if it were his last time, each increasing in pressure until he was shaking with the feeling of pure pleasure.

"S-Slow down, Øystein... Fuck!" You cried out, sobs bubbling out of your mouth, and as soon as you know it, tears spilled out from pleasure.

Your moans rung in his ears as he noticed the music downstairs died down a bit, but he didn't care. He was too focused on the blissful pleasure that your body gave him, as your muscles clenched onto his cock with each thrust, sending spasms of ecstasy through his body.

His hand grabbed a handful of your hair, roughly stuffing your face into the pillows, suppressing your moans.

"Be fucking quiet, whore." He seethed, as his thrusts quickened and the air filled with your muffled moans.

It was hard to breathe with your face in the pillows, and the fact that he kept smacking your ass didn't help much. You felt your insides warming up as he hit just the right spot, and it wasn't long before a wave of heat spread over your body.

Just before you knew it, you came on his hard cock, moaning into the pillow as your wet pussy clenched tightly onto his cock. Your fluids seeped down your thighs, as your body shook in recovering pleasure.

Øystein was about to fall apart, his thrusts going erratic. His hands grabbed your shoulders and he started pounding into you wildly. It wasn't long before he let out a deep guttural grunt, "Let me paint that pretty face of yours." He pulled your head out the pillows, whispering in your ear.

The searing pain of the grip on his hair flowed through you, but you were still at a high.

He made you drop to your knees, pumping his cock right in front of your face. You opened your mouth, closing your eyes and letting Øystein shoot his cum over your tongue and face.

It was then that you felt the last contractions of his orgasm, and Øystein finally released his grip from your hair. You stayed on your knees for a moment, taking in everything that just happened.

As you looked up to him with glazed eyes, his smile devilishly looking down upon you. "Let's go," His voice raspy.

You stood up, nodding, and your knees slightly went weak. "Let me just wipe my face–"

"No." Øystein's voice was stern. "Leave it." He said with a smirk.

As you both descended down the stairs, the party still going on as a few eyes stared at you. Silence was shared between them, while others raised an eyebrow.

Shit, some of them even had a hard-on.

Øystein didn't care though,

he wanted everyone to know you were his.

#rory culkin x reader #rory culkin #rory culkin smut #rory culkin x y/n #smut #euronymous x reader #euronymous smut #rory culkin lords of chaos #lords of chaos #going fucking insane

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rorywritesjunk · 5 months

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Let's be one another's present tense

Buggy 'rescues' you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea. Rating: R-ish for now. Warning: First chapter has bruises and talks about abuse (not from Buggy), though Buggy has his explosive moments. There's an asshole much older ex-husband in this story. Swearing. Nose bonks. A/N: This has been sitting in my head as I worked it out for an Anon's request. I have been really intrigued by this and wanted it to be just right. Also, it gave me the chance to ask my circus obsessed friend about different routines and we bounced some ideas off each other. This is also a touch different than other things I've written, which is why I've been taking so long to work on it and get it posted. Enjoy! Title comes from "Crater Lake" by Lady Lamb.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (NC-17) + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13

Chapter 1

“So we have a deal then?”

“Yes… yes, we have a deal.”

The clown pirate grinned at the old man sitting across from him. Buggy cheerfully cut a chunk out of the apple in his hand with his knife, tossing it into his mouth before he suddenly slammed the knife down onto the table, letting it stick into the wooden table top. The old man jumped while you flinched as you stood beside him. The bartering to keep the town safe from Buggy and his crew had finally finished and now it was just an uncomfortable time to be in the room.

Buggy looked at you and winked before he retrieved his knife, turning his attention back to the old mayor. “That your daughter there? She’s cute.”

“No, she’s my wife.” He replied; Buggy had just taken a bite of the apple only to spit it out across the desk at the man in mock surprise. The man did his best not to react while you covered your mouth with a look of disgust on your face.

“Wife?” Buggy chuckled. “You have one foot in the grave and you’re married to someone who looks young enough to be your daughter?” He shook his head. “And people think pirates can be disgusting. They don’t really care what their local politicians are up to, do they?” Buggy took another bite of the apple, giving you a once over before he grinned. “Throw her into the deal.”

“I-I suppose we-” The mayor started but you cut him off.

“No, I’m not going with some disgusting pirate like you!” You snapped. “Who knows what you would do to me!”

Buggy locked eyes with you in that moment, the playful attitude gone and replaced with something you couldn’t quite figure out. He stood up and approached you, knife in one hand and apple in the other. The mayor just sat and watched, trembling in his seat, refusing to do anything to protect you. The captain smiled at you as the knife cut into the apple; you could hear the fruit cracking from the force of the knife, saw the juice spill over his fingers, soaking into his gloved hands.

“What did you say about my nose?” He asked, voice eerily calm as he tossed the bit of apple into his mouth.

“I didn’t say anything about your nose.” You spat as you looked him up and down, crossing your arms. “Though I doubt I could say anything about it that you haven’t heard before.”

He smiled at that before raising the knife up and throwing it into the wall behind you. You turned to see where it landed but his hand was on your throat, backing you up to the wall and next to the knife. Buggy held you there for a moment, the smile disappearing as his hand tightened its hold on you.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you.” He murmured as you grabbed his hand with yours, trying to pull him off you. Buggy suddenly smirked and let go of you. “You’ll fit in with my crew. Though, I should warn you, every time you mouth off I cut off a bit of your tongue.”

You rubbed your throat, breathing heavily as you turned to your husband. “You’re… you’re just going to let him take me?!”

“He’ll destroy the town if I don’t!” The mayor wailed. “I can’t allow that to happen! Sa-Sacrifices have to happen!”

“I’m not a sacrifice!” You exclaimed as your hand went to where Buggy was just touching you. You felt… weird from that, never having been touched in that manner before. You were used to aggression, pain, fear. His touch was… strong but there didn’t seem to be malice, but more of a performance. He caused you discomfort but there wouldn’t be a bruise left on you from him that you could tell. You shook your head and looked back at Buggy. “What do you plan to do to me?”

“Target practice, maybe.” Buggy shrugged. “I got this new thing I wanna try where I cut off a volunteer’s clothes with my knife throwing, y’know. Getcha right where the seams of your clothes are and see if I can cut through them.” He looked you up and down as he reached out to touch the fabric of your blouse. “Though, this is nice fabric, I don’t know if I want to risk damaging it.”

You slapped his hand away before turning to slap your ‘husband’. He recoiled at your touch but you didn’t care. He had no issue giving you up to some dirty pirate like this. Sacrifice? You were not some animal to be led for slaughter, you were a person, and you would take out Buggy and his crew even if it killed you. As you turned to face Buggy, he was already at the door of the office, but a hand was in front of you, holding a small red ball. With a squeeze, red smoke burst out of it and everything went dark.

The rope around your wrists was tight, scraping and irritating your skin. You were groggy as you came to but you were on a soft surface, fabric rubbing against your cheek almost comfortingly as you tried to get your head to stop spinning and for the nausea to cease. It took a few minutes for you to recall what your last moments were. Slapping a hand, your ex-husband, and some kind of smoke.

Oh shit you were captured by a pirate. A clown pirate with a bright red nose who was sensitive about it.

You moved your tongue around in your mouth, relieved that it was still whole. He didn’t cut it out yet, but was that empty threat or was he really going to do it? And what was he actually planning on doing with you? Stories often went around about pirates and what they were known to do to their prisoners, and you had heard many of them to give you some idea what to expect. Would he kill you after he was done with you, or would he kill you first and toss you into the sea to be food for the fishes and sea kings?

Heavy footsteps were approaching your room. You shut your eyes, hoping whoever it was would see you were asleep and would leave you alone.

Except that was expecting too much.

“Get up.” Buggy said as he walked over to the bed and grabbed the rope, pulling you into a sitting position. You glared up at him and he smirked, patting you on the cheek just enough to emit sound without the sting of a slap. “Rise and shine, cupcake. We need a new freak out there and you gotta earn your keep.”

“I will do no such thing.” You snapped as he pulled you up to your feet. Your body was still feeling the effects of the smoke and when you stood up you were off balanced, falling into him. To your surprise, he caught you, steadying you on your feet before he led you out of the room and down a walkway to another. You didn’t want to follow him, choosing to let your legs give out and falling to the floor. He stopped and turned to look at you.

“Really?” He shook his head and picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “You haven’t even had one performance and you’re already acting like a diva.”

“Excuse me?!” You wriggled around, trying to get him to drop you, but he laid his hand over your back, steadying you as he walked. “Put me down now!”

“You seem to think you can tell me what to do, cupcake.” He chuckled as his hand slid from your back down to the top of your ass. Without warning he gave you a pinch, causing you to yelp in surprise. “You may have been that loser mayor’s wife, but here? You’re just another freak like us.”

He set you down in a chair and stood behind you. There was a mirror in front of you with lights all around it. You didn’t want to be looking in the mirror right then, seeing the bruises on your face, the black eye that was healing, or the cut on your cheek that was scabbing over. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath. What was this clown playing at?

“Now, we both know I didn’t do that to your face.” He murmured as he put both of his hands on your shoulders and leaned down towards you. “That old man did, didn’t he?” He touched the cut and you jerked away. “Weird, he seemed scared of you back there.”

“He was scared of you.” You hissed as you opened your eyes to glare at him. Buggy put his hand on your other cheek and you flinched, jerking backwards and nearly headbutting him. “Don’t touch me!”

“Cupcake, I just gotta do your makeup.” He told you calmly as he moved just in time from getting a bloody nose. “Cover up your battle scars, y’know. Can’t have the audience thinkin’ we rough up our performers here.”

You jerked again in your seat, trying to get out of reach of him. You didn’t want him touching you, speaking to you, or being near you. You didn’t want to go home but you didn’t want to be here. Why did this happen to you?

“Red lipstick would look wonderful on you, y’know.” He murmured as he leaned forward, looking at your face. “Or maybe I just throw you out there and let me and Cabaji practice our knife act on you.” He grinned. “I don’t want to waste makeup on you if you’re going to start crying out there.”

“Fuck you!” You spat as you threw your head forward, colliding with his nose. He reared back, swearing loudly as he clutched it while you slumped in the chair, dazed. You didn’t think it would do anything but he fell to the ground on his ass, stomping his feet in pain from the hit.

“Agh, you bitch! Why there?!” He shrieked, covering it with his hand as he tried to breathe through the pain. “Fuck, is your head a cannon ball? It felt like being hit by one!”

You lifted your bound hands to your head, rubbing your forehead. You could say the same thing about him, but then again you didn’t make it a habit of headbutting strange men. Your head felt a little rattled from the attack and the sharp pain in your forehead was throbbing.

“I didn’t think I’d hit your nose!” You shot back as you shut your eyes in pain. “Fucking asshole!”

He gave your chair a kick before getting to his feet, cursing you, headbutts, and noses before storming out of the room and leaving you by yourself. Your head was still hurting and you wondered if you were going to have a new bruise to add to the collection, but at least this one was from self defense, and you'd do it again to him if you had the chance.

“Fucking clown.” You sighed as you leaned back in your seat. You needed to figure out what was going to happen next.

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xetswan · 1 month

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Unknowing- Intruder

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

[two] [three] [four]

"Hey [Name], Sam's been calling the line." Charlie tells me as I scarf down a buttered toast.

Ever since I found out that I can eat food again it's been my favorite thing to pass time.

Even if I don't need it. I've missed the taste of everything. "Mm," I finished the food in my mouth.

"What'd he say?" I ask before taking another bite of food.

Every single time I eat too I know I look like I haven't eaten in days. Like a starved child.

"Just that he needs to talk to you about something important." My dad simply shrugs his shoulders, taking a berry off my plate and popping it in his mouth.

"Think he's pregnant?" I jokingly ask only to get hit in my shoulder. "You're stupid." He shakes his head.

"What? I can't be a teen mom, dad. I'm telling you. He'd be on his own." I say with a mouthful of food.

"Yeah because we need another [Name] in the universe." Charlie sarcastically speaks aloud. I let out a gasp. "Rude." I finish off my plate, standing up to put it in the sink. "You should seriously speak with him soon, he's blowing up the line. I'm about ready to throw it away." He half-heartedly jokes, even though he was a little serious.

"I'll get to it soon." I sigh, I stretch out my limbs, twisting my sides.

"You've been gaining some muscle." Charlie suddenly says out loud. "You think?" I lift both my arms, flexing off the muscles I obviously knew were there. Just feeling a little cocky lately.

"Okay, show off." He nudges me.

I smile, grabbing my leather jacket from the hook, throwing it on. Bella comes downstairs and then I hear a car pull up.

"You wanna eat something, Bella?" Charlie asks, she only shakes her head, putting her sweater on as well. "Alright, you two have a good day." He tells us, we both wave on our way out the door.

At the school, I sit on my bike, waiting for Jasper and Alice. In my jacket I'm beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. It's tight against my arms, almost close to not zipping up anymore.

"Hey lovebug." I feel a hand land on my thigh, squeezing it tightly. "Hey." I smile back. I go to say something to Jasper as well but a roar of another motorcycle erupts into the parking lot.

Bella and Edward get out of the Volvo. Jacob climbed off his own bike, striding towards them. "Jake!" I furrow my eyebrows, watching my sister get excited to see her once best friend. I grip onto Alice's hand that was still on my thigh.

"Hey, Charlie said you left town." He states. "Yeah. To visit my mom, why?" Bella questions him back. "Just checking to see if you're still human." I lean back listening to their conversation. My arms crossed. "I'm coming here to warn you. If your kind come on our land again..."

"Wait, what?" Bella cuts him off, confused. I glance at my partners. They already told me what happened.

"You didn't tell her?" Jacob glares at Edward, this is where I stand up and join them. Alice and Jasper stay in proximity just in case.

"Just leave it alone, Jacob." I tell the wolf who seems shocked by my words. "Tell me what?" Bella asks.

"Emmett and Paul had a misunderstanding, there's nothing to worry about." Edward shortly explains.

'Listen to you. Did you lie to get her out of town too? I can't believe you got [Name] in on it too." Jacob scoffs in disbelief, I roll my eyes. "You should leave. Now." Edward warns him. I stand straighter, hands on my hips as I stand beside Edward.

"She has a right to know. She is the one the red-head wants." Jacob spits it out knowing that's exactly what we want hidden. "Victoria? Alice's vision." My sister realizes.

"We were trying to protect you." Edward tells her sincerely. "By lying to me. [Name] you too? You two are like- we're gonna talk about this." She points between Edward and I. "But, you. Why haven't you called me back?" Bella questions Jacob. "I had nothing to say." He answers.

"Well, I have tons." Bella walks closer to Jacob. "Hold on. Hey. Bella." Her boyfriend attempts to stop her.

"Edward, you have to trust me." She pleads with him. "I do trust you, it's him I don't trust." Edward exclaims. He lets her go and she jogs to Jacob, climbing on his bike.

"Hey, [Name]. Before I leave. You should really talk with Sam." He then smirks to himself as Bella wraps her arms around his waist. "Lose the grin, Jacob. We're just going for a ride." I hear my sister tell the boy.

"Hold on tight." He kick starts the bike, driving off.

As they drive past, Edward just watches. "Want me to go?" I look at him. He glances over at me, bowing his head slightly down.

"Your sister is stubborn." He then nods his head, motioning for me to go.

I headed over to my bike, Alice and Jasper were still standing there. "You can't go, [Name]." Is the first thing to leave Alice's mouth.

"Babe, it's alright. Would you rather Bella be on the rez alone? I'm the only one that can go and not get threatened." I remind her to which she glances up at Jasper but knows I'm right. Her eyes flickering back down to the ground.

"She's right," Jasper starts off at Alice then at me. "Just be careful please, darling." He brings me into a small kiss.

"Of course, I'm a fucking hybrid. Who's going to threaten me beside the Volturi?" I whisper, knowing only they could hear. Alice slaps my arm, even though she knows it's a joke she doesn't find it funny. Jasper does though which helps my ego a little bit.

"Alright, don't worry, my love. I'll call you right away when we leave the reservation." I promise her, kissing her cheek but before I can let go she pulls me in for another kiss. "Good." She mumbles under her breath, letting me go.

I get on my bike, kicking up the stand as I start it. "I love you both." I mouth, both of them smiling in return as I drive off.

Pulling into the rez, the energy was different than it had been before. People aren't glaring me down as I drive past. Instead I got smiles. Even if they were small. Billy was also already on his porch as if he had been expecting me even though Sam was the one who requested to speak with me through Jacob.

Speaking of, the large man is right behind the older one. To which I rolled my eyes at. "Hi, Billy." I smile, not acknowledging Sam.

"Well, you've gotten some muscle on you." Billy grins in return. I park my bike then flex my arms through the jacket I was wearing, just like I did with my dad.

"How's being a hybrid?" He rolls his wheelchair down to get closer to me as I was walking toward him.

"It's alright. Love being able to eat food again without it tasting like sand." I half-joked. There was definitely some truth to that sentence.

"I bet. I'm gonna have to set up a feast for you someday." He looks up at me.

"I would love that." I grinned. Then as quick as he was cheerful, it went quiet. Billy became solemn.

"You're always welcome here, [Name]. The pack agreed to stay neutral. More than that, they are very welcoming. You should learn both sides of yourself." He tells me, grabbing onto my hand I could tell he wanted to feel my warmth.

So I let him. I think back to the agreement I had made with my partners. Swearing that I would never turn into a wolf unless absolutely necessary.

"Thank you." I bow my head momentarily. "You don't plan to do that though, do you?" Billy quietly asks me, not in an angry or upset way. But knowingly. My silence of course answers for me.

Sam scoffs, "of course you don't." He shakes his head, finally putting himself into the conversation. "Excuse me?" I cross my arms, glaring right at him.

"Those bloodsuckers, they told you not to and since you're their little bitch you do exactly as they say." He gets in my face, I step back so Billy doesn't get hurt.

Knowing that I can barely control myself after my emotions I close my eyes for a split second. Taking in deep breaths. Slowly, in and out...

"Sam, she's stronger, back off before something stupid happens." Billy warns him, placing a hand on his arm to stop him but Sam shoves it off.

"I want an answer. They convinced you to not use it, didn't they?" His shoulder presses against mine and that's when I shove him away from me. His body flailing backwards to the dirt.

"I didn't come for this, I barely even came here to talk to you. I'm here to make sure Jacob isn't reckless with my sister. I angrily spat at the man who's getting up off the ground.

"Why I don't turn into a wolf is my business. Not yours. Never will it be yours." I got in his face this time. "I don't know how many times I have to repeat myself but I do not want you near me. So stop trying." I push off of him, this time a lot softer but it does cause him to lose his balance just a little bit.

"I'm sorry for the show, Billy. I'll see you some other time." I looked him in the eye, ignoring Sam who was just standing there now. "It's alright, your sisters in the garage." He points, I thank him as I walk away from them.

Before I enter the garage I hear Jacob getting upset. "You knew this was gonna happen." I hear Bella say. "Not in a month." He argues, he;s pacing. I stand outside quietly knowing that they can't sense me. Something that is a part of being a hybrid. No one can catch my scent or presence.

"I mean, not before you've even lived! Or before I could... for a second." He pauses to think about his next choice of words.

"For a second I thought... But he's got his hooks in you so deep." He growls out "I decided this, not him." Bella argues with the werewolf.

"Bella, they're not even alive. It makes me sick. Better you really be dead than one of them." He says out of anger and as much as I want to go in there and back my sister up I know she wouldn't want that right now.

"I can't believe you said that Edward was right. I shouldn't have come. She mutters and I frown from hearing the pain in her voice. I hear Bella step forward to leave. "Bella, come on. Please, I'm sorry." He says but I'm starting to question if he's even sincere anymore.

I hear her step further into the garage and uncover something. "We should stick to safer subjects like motorcycles." She speaks up to cut the tension in the air.

"Only thing safe about you on a motorcycle is when you turn it off." Jacob teases and I use this as a cue to join in. "Ain't that the truth." I walk in with a smirk. "Hey, no need to gang up on me." My older sister frowns as Jake and I laugh.

Bella and I get home late and when we walked in our father was right there in the kitchen. "You know the Cullens could at least respect meal times." Charlie tells us. "We were with Jake." Bella says and I hum too.

"Oh... Good, did you speak with Sam while you were over there?" he asks as I was smelling something unfamiliar in the house, it was mainly in Bella and my room.

"Uhm, yeah yeah." I was a little distracted but the conversation was quickly cut off by a knock on the door.

"I'll give you guys some privacy then." Charlie walks out into the living room. Edward walks in after Bella lets him in but I'm trying to smell the scent more, not being able to put my finger on where it's from.

I quickly went up the stairs to my sister's room first.

"What's going on?" Bella asks. "[Name] smells something. It's strong, I smell it as well. Something's wrong." He follows behind me. They watch as I'm checking things out. Touching the things this person touched.

"Edward, [Name], what's wrong?" My sister worriedly questions us. "Someone's been in here." Edward says for me.

Alice comes to my side as we all gather in the Cullen's living room. "Who was it? Someone we know?" She quizzes us.

"Just a stranger. I didn't recognize his scent, neither did [Name]." Edward tells everyone. "A nomad passing through?" Esme asks.

"A passer-by wouldn't have left Bella and [Name]s father alive." Rosalie argues. I suck on the inside of my cheeks at the thought of Charlie getting hurt. Alice hugs my arm tighter for support. Jasper then bursts through the door.

"His scent disappeared about five miles south of their house." He tells everyone before waking up to me. Taking my hand into his, planting a kiss on Alice's head as well.

"Someone's orchestrating this." Edward states the obvious. "Victoria?" Carlisle says. "I would've seen her deciding." Alice shakes her head ruling the redhead out.

"It has to be the Volturi." Edward butts in. "I don't think it's the Volturi either. I've been watching Aro's decisions too." Alice again disagrees. "So we keep looking." Emmett speaks.

"We also take shifts, guarding Bella at her house. I think [Name] can handle herself along with helping us." Carlisle gives me a small smile.

"Another protection call?" Rosalie interjects. "Rosalie." Esme warns.

"No, she's right. You can't protect me, watch our dad and search for the intruder and for Victoria and keep yourselves fed." Bella agrees with the beaut.

"I'm not leaving you here defenseless." Edward explains.

"Well, I'm not gonna let you starve. And I wouldn't be unprotected. I have [Name], and I have..." She stops herself then glances up.

"What?" Edward questions but I already know what it is.

I apologize for how long this took lol. I was very busy with a bunch of stuff I had to deal with moving lol. I also have a new cat and he has so much energy lol

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livesincerely · 2 months

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on my hands and knees for a take a shot snippet 😭 i just know this fight is gonna take me out

Ask and you shall receive! But brace yourself

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“Jackie, stop,” Davey says, his voice shaking. “I know you wouldn’t, it ain’t like that—“

“Then what’s it like, Dave?” And now Jack can feel his own eyes starting to sting, a lump forming in his throat. “Explain it to me. Because I don’t understand.”

Davey’s mouth parts, his features drawn and pale.

“I… I can’t,” he breathes, the refusal nothing but a sigh on the wind.

“…You can’t,” Jack repeats quietly, and he feels something crack and crumble, deep inside. “You can’t? Wha⁠— What the fuck am I supposed to do with that, Dave? Huh?!” His voice breaks as it all comes pouring out of him, a geyser of feeling that’s finally erupted. “Am I supposed’ta jus’ sit around with my thumb up my ass, waitin’ for you decide I’m good enough to talk to again?”

“Jack⁠—”

“‘Cause that’s the thing, ain’t it, Dave? Jack spits. “It’s not that you can’t explain it⁠⁠—Race and the rest of ‘em, they all know damn well what the fuck’s goin’ on with you, don’t they? It’s that you won’t explain it to me. Not even when I’m down on bended knee, worried outta my skull, beggin’ ya to let me in.”

And then, because he couldn’t keep in even if he tried: “Why can’t you trust me anymore?”

Davey makes a noise in the back of his throat, low and wounded.

“Jack, I⁠— It’s not that simple⁠,” he says, his eyes wet and pleading, and the fact that even now, Jack can’t hardly stand to see him cry, is infuriating.

“Seems pretty fuckin’ simple from where I’m sittin’,” Jack says, forcibly hardening his heart. “If you don’t want me around anymore, then that’s⁠— that’s fine. You ain’t the first an’ you won’t be the last. But I thought you’d at least have the decency to say it to my fuckin’ face instead of draggin’ it out like this.”

He shoves himself to his feet, his arms and legs trembling faintly. “Message received, okay?” he says with a bitter scoff. “Loud an’ clear.”

“Jackie, wait!” Davey’s fingers clutch at his forearm, his hands clammy and frantic. “You don’t⁠— It’s not that I don’t want to tell you⁠—”

“Then tell me!” Jack shouts as he whirls back around. “For fuck’s sake, Dave, you’re acting like I broke your heart!”

And Davey looks absolutely gutted⁠—cracked open, exposed, and raw—and he staggers back a half step, dropping Jack’s arm like he’s been punched in the gut.

Jack stops dead in his tracks. The frustration that had been swirling inside him, the churning froth that threatened to capsize everything in its wake, flickers and dies like a candle being snuffed out. Icy cold seeps through every crack and crevice of him, down into his lungs and out through his veins, freezing him right to the bone.

Silence. Gaping and unfathomable. Then:

“I think you should go,” Davey whispers.

Jack’s throat clicks, the chamber jammed.

“…Dave,” he starts, hushed, hardly daring to breathe, suddenly and impossibly aware of just how brittle the space between them has become. “Davey, did I break your heart?” he asks.

Davey swallows so hard it looks painful, like he’d rather choke it all down than let another word escape. “Please go.”

“Are you in love with me?”

“Jack,” Davey says, his voice utterly shattered. “Stop it.”

But Jack can’t. He doesn’t know how.

#*editor's note #*the writing desk #*ask #bits & bobs #take a shot fic #like I said it’s Bad #and there’s still worse to come #but this fall out has been a long time coming #still very much a draft so I apologize for any errors

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oftenwantedafton · 3 months

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The Perfect Girl - Dave Miller/William Afton x Female Reader

Chapter 6

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - sexual content, restraints, captivity, shaving kink, minor blood kink

Also available on AO3

Exhaustion finally claims you.

Your eyes open to find William Afton staring at you. His cheek is pressed into his pillow, one hand tucked beneath it. The other hand is curved around your bare upper arm, his thumb slowly stroking circles.

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry.” He does not look sorry.

You want to move away from him, away from those warm fingers and his languid, heavy gaze but you’re reluctant to risk his ire. You glance at his wristwatch and notice the hour. “You’re late for work.”

“No, I’m not.”

“I thought you worked first shift today.”

“I traded with someone else,” he says over a yawn. “Yesterday. I thought I might be having a late night, as it were.” A crooked grin.

You frown. He’d been anticipating spending the night with you all along, you realize. Any time you think you’ve gained an advantage, he moves his game piece several steps ahead. “Are they looking for me yet?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Unconcerned.

“My mother must be so worried…”

“She should have done a better job cautioning you against consorting with strange older men.”

“Don’t say that. You don’t even know her. This isn’t her fault.”

“You’re right. She’s absolved of any wrongdoing. It’s you that shoulders the burden of complicity.”

“I didn’t ask for this.”

“Yes, you did.”

“No, I didn’t. I didn’t ask to be kidnapped or stuck in captivity. Do you honestly think I’d ever choose to just rot away here in this room until God knows when?”

He rises slightly, the last of the sleep fading from his features, suddenly alert as he rests his weight on his forearm, the hand drowsily caressing your arm suddenly vicelike. “You never once pushed me away. Never once told anyone. You kept coming back for more.” His breath is harsh against your cheek. “I can still taste you in my mouth. Feel you cumming on my tongue, around my finger. You tell yourself you allowed it because you sought to gain an advantage over me. To distract me. To curry favor, perhaps. Waiting for me to make a mistake. But we both know better. I don’t make mistakes. You wanted it just as much as I did, if not more. You still want it.”

The pressure on your arm abruptly vanishes. He sits upright. His pupils are blown again, his breath coming in harsh bids for air.

He’s right. You did want it. You still want it. Even though your mind yells at you, your body easily ignores the reprimand. He could take you apart right now. You’d beg him to. Plead to allow you to find release. You’d touch him, kiss him. Afraid of him going further. Fucking into you. Why does the idea thrill you so much?

“Would you like to shower with me?” He’s calm again. Controlled.

The illusion of choice. A false ability to consent. You don’t truly desire this, do you?

You tell him yes. Your body hums in agreement.

***

Afton helps undress you, kneeling before you as you sit on the edge of the bed. You think you see something on his legs. Some kind of marks. But the lighting is still dimmed and your sleep deprived eyes still burn and you dismiss this notion. The older man removes the shackle from your ankle so he can finish taking off your clothing, looking a warning at you as he does so. His hair is wild after being in bed. The dark thatches lie this way and that. Flat or raised. A cow lick here. An awkward press of hair there. Your fingers itch to tame the tresses.

You brush your teeth while he turns on the shower faucet. Takes a toothbrush from the shelf and waits for you to finish, helping to hold your hair out of the way when you bend to spit out the remains. He pulls the shirt he’s wearing over his head.

He is covered in scars. They extend from his neck, covering his torso and arms and travel all the way down to his ankles. You hadn’t imagined them after all. There are puckered silvered seams where the skin struggled to knit back together. Pink patterned lines that will never fade. You cannot stop staring. “What happened?”

“An accident. It’s a long story.” If he’s upset by your lingering gaze, you don’t hear it in his voice.

“That’s why you always wear long sleeves,” you realize aloud.

“Yes.” He shoves the curtain back and pulls you inside the shower with him.

He touches you with lathered hands. Taking his time, working the cleanser into your skin. His fingers are slick across your breasts. Your sex is a little tender. You feel his erection pressing against you when he moves behind you. The water pummels your skin and the soap suds rinse away. His fingers work into your scalp next. It feels good. All of it feels good. Every lingering touch. The scrape of his nails. The lips that nuzzle your throat.

The chain rattles when you shift, a reminder of your captivity.

The water makes William look even thinner. A drowned rat. Hair plastered flat. Spray pelting high cheekbones. Those strange markings etched into his flesh almost violet hued in places. You shampoo his hair. Drag the soap across the scars. Touch his cock. Scalding hot. His shoulders strike the wall of the shower, tugging you against him. He drinks the pools of water tucked along your collarbones.

The shower ends.

***

“I need to get some things,” he says. You’re dressed in regular clothes now. Jeans and a tank top. A cute purple bra and panty set. “Maybe you want breakfast today? The cafe?”

“Okay.” You watch him struggle with the wristband of his watch and you reach to help him with it. You can see the place where it usually rests, the leather creased and worn. His wrists are narrow.

“I’ll be back soon.”

You nod, watching him leave.

The living space is quiet. It feels empty without your captor’s presence. You have to keep reminding yourself that that is what he is. Your eyes fall to the length of chain. The water doesn’t seem to disturb it at all. He’s done something to it, waterproofed it somehow. He’s thought of everything. There are no loopholes you can escape through.

Your pulse automatically quickens when the restaurant owner returns. You’ve been trying to distract yourself with a book. You see a plastic shopping bag from the pharmacy. A wax coated one from the cafe. A paper tray with cups of juice slotted into it.

You sink into one of the kitchen chairs.

“You need to start taking vitamins,” William says, withdrawing a bottle and setting it down in front of you. “Being indoors so much will adversely affect you. You need to stay healthy.” You push down and unscrew the lid while he places the drinks on the table.

The vitamins are large. They taste strange, like chemicals. You take a large swallow of juice. Mango, your favorite. A cranberry orange muffin with butter wedged in the center heated in the microwave follows. The sweet cake tastes good. You devour it. William watches you. He appears satisfied. You’ve been cooperative, with no apparent ulterior motive.

“You need exercise, too. I’ll take you for a walk tonight.”

The fingers wrapped around the paper cup tighten.

“I trust you will be on your very best behavior.”

You nod, trying to remain calm. A possibility presenting itself. Opportunity. “What else did you get at the store?” You ask, nodding toward the shopping bag still sitting on the kitchen counter.

“A razor.” He rubs at the stubble starting along his jaw. You’d felt the abrasive new growth when he’d kissed you in the shower. “You’ll need to tell me the names of the body sprays you use and I’ll pick up a new set for you next time. I miss them,” he says.

The meal concluded, the table is cleared. You settle into the loveseat after picking a movie at random. You hear William at the bathroom sink.

He rejoins you. You can smell the aftershave. He’s got the razor in his hand. One of those six blade affairs. A possible weapon. You try not to stare.

He’s also got a small bowl of water. A wash cloth. Bath towel. Shaving gel. “I’ll do your legs for you.”

You shake your head. “I can do them. Are they that bad?” You’re a little offended. You try to keep up with that.

“I want to do them,” he says. His voice has gone dark again. Authoritative. Insistent. He sets everything down on the table nearby. “Stand up.” He unfastens your jeans. Tucks his fingers into the waistband of your new panties for a moment, just letting them rest there. The fabric is still scratchy, coarse in its newness. You’re both still unfulfilled. You’d left things that way in the shower.

He pulls only the denim down. Tugs it over your unrestrained ankle. You know the routine. A brief respite. Socks removed. The metal device replaced. He drapes a towel for you to sit on. You’re now sideways on the couch, your bent legs hooked over his thighs. He rests a hand on your shin.

You don’t shave outside the shower often. It’s so much easier to do inside. It’s messier this way. Even with the precautions he’s taken. The water spills off your legs and soaks into the towel. He massages the gel against your skin, pausing just below your knees. There is a soft rasp of sound when he drags the blade along your flesh. You find yourself nearly holding your breath. A task that has always been tedious suddenly become erotic.

You lose track of the dialogue onscreen. The restraint briefly removed once more just long enough to properly shave. Back on again. He’s completed your lower legs. Dragged the wet wash cloth over them. You can still feel residue from the gel. You’ll need to rinse better afterwards.

Now he’s at your knees. You feel a knick open your flesh, the new blades pressed a little too deeply. The wet cloth wipes the blood away but it returns just as quickly. William bends to lick it.

You suck in your breath. Your center is on fire.

Level with your thighs. His hands spend a great deal of time lingering on the inner aspects. Teasing you just shy of where you need him. The hair here is sparse. You mainly have to maintain from your knees on down. But you don’t protest. Not even when he cuts you again. Your inner thigh. You don’t think it’s accidental this time.

His face is smooth against you when he samples you again. So, so close now. You want to shove your crotch against his mouth.

The security guard straightens. Grabs a handful of the side of the lace material. Jerks down and you lift your hips to aid him. The panties now dangle somewhere along the first few links of the chain. You’re spread wide open, the seam on the edge of the cushion digging into your buttocks.

Your chest heaves, watching him, waiting. You keep the hair neatly trimmed there. You realize he’s going to remove it all now. Shave you smooth and bare.

“Hold very still,” he says, the first words he’s uttered for awhile. The cool water shocks your warm sex. Some lather. The razor drags over your mound. Brisk strokes. Efficient. Impatient. He wants what will come after. The labia are trickier. Holding. Trimming along the folds. He is careful. Wipes you down, slides a finger over your groin, in the space between your outer lips and your inner thigh. Satisfied. You’re more sensitive than ever with the absence of pubic hair. Everything is now pink and raw and new. His mouth closes over your freshly shaved pussy.

You whine, your pelvis automatically lurching forward. It is a hundred times better than the previous night. A thousand. You siphon through his hair. His fingers dig into your spread thighs.

You realize the razor has been abandoned on the cushion beside you.

His tongue circles your clit and strokes the folds. He fucks into your entrance with it. Your rock against him. The sounds his mouth makes against you are obscene. Slurping. Devouring. He slides a finger inside you. You wish it was his cock. You’re senseless against him. He’s right. You do want it. He sucks your flesh. A wet pop of noise when he releases whatever he’s clutching: your clit, your labia, a section of inner thigh, the finger he withdraws before he slots that along with a partner inside of you.

You stretch around him. It’s more than you’ve had before. You feel the digits curl inside of you. Searching for that secret dip in your hollow, where you’re most sensitive.

“Please make me cum. William…it’s…I…”

You don’t even need to be instructed to beg this time. Your body is already pleading against him. The angles of his face dig into you: the sharp point of his nose, the wings of his cheekbones, the strong jut of his chin. All of it drilling against you. Obliterating logic and reason. You want, you want, you want. Tighter and tighter. The pressure builds in your core. His tongue strokes your clit and his fingers caress your secret space and that’s it, you’re there, crying out, your body wracking against him.

Afton tastes like you when his mouth crushes yours. And shower gel. And sweat, running salted over his skin. You begin to reach down his torso but he traps your wrists. “Later,” he says, his voice hoarse. He draws back, panting. Your eyes fall to the razor again. Back to him. He’s seen. He knows.

The opportunity has come and gone. You’ve squandered it. You’re not sure you could have done it. Probably wouldn’t do much damage with the blades angled as they are. They’d be better off removed from the handle.

Could you really hurt him?

***

The mall is eerie after hours.

You think your hear strange noises. The dim lighting makes it seem like there are things moving in the shadows.

You’re still grateful for the respite from your captivity.

The air is clearer here. You draw in deep lungfuls. You’re eager to stretch your legs, keeping pace with William’s long strides. He’s bound one of your wrists to his. The zip tie is snug, pressing into your flesh. A reminder that you are not truly free. That you belong to him.

“Why did the restaurant close?”

You’ve finished a second lap of the second floor and are now on the escalator. He leads you to a fountain area with several benches surrounding it and you sit beside him. You can smell the soil of the potted plants nearby. They’ve been watered recently.

“It’s a long story.”

“I have plenty of time.”

“Not tonight.”

You let the subject matter drop for now. The sound of the moving water is soothing. You’ve tossed coins beneath the surface before, watching the metal sink and settle onto the aqua tiles, making a secret wish.

You feel something pressed into your unrestrained hand. Circular. Metal. Textured. Larger than a real coin. A Faz Token.

“Make a wish,” he says quietly.

You flick the token into the fountain. There is a soft splash before it sinks. William duplicates the process, his own coin going perhaps a little further, a slight delay before the telltale sound as it makes contact with the water.

“What did you wish for?”

“You’re not supposed to say. If you do it won’t come true.”

He chuckles softly. “Do you believe that?”

“That there’s some sense of magic in the world? Maybe. I used to believe, anyway.”

“It’s easier when you’re a child, isn’t it? So full of wonder for the world around you. So full of imagination.” William sighs. “How different the reality is when you become an adult and realize it’s been all smoke and mirrors. Nothing but deception all along. I wanted to change that. Wanted to bring back some of that wonder and magic. It’s there, just not the way I’d expected it to be….”

He falls silent. You wish you could see his features better.

”Was that a test today? Earlier, when…you left the razor there on purpose, didn’t you?”

”Yes.”

”So I passed the test, then?”

”You’re out here, aren’t you?”

”What if…if I had tried…”

”Then you would not be sitting here beside me right now.”

You swallow around the implied threat. “I would have…I wanted to…you didn’t have to take me, you know. I would have given myself to you.”

”It wouldn’t have been the same.”

”Why not?”

”You need to understand the ache of it. It transcends just desire. Craving or longing aren’t nearly adequate enough notions. When you allow yourself to be utterly consumed by it; burned clean through. Made anew. Then you’ll know.”

Another long pause. You’re not sure you understand everything he’s saying. You decide to ask a different question instead. “What did you wish for?”

“I’ve already gotten what I wanted.” You feel a hand on your cheek. His lips touch yours.

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #dave miller x you #dave miller x reader

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featherandferns · 11 months

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JJ smut with prompt 19 plsss

19. Make me.

Hi lovely! Sorry for the delay and thank you for your patience! This is a little short but I hope you like it <3

Content warnings: sexual content

storeroom - prompt 19

“You’re such an asshole!” you seethe at JJ.

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, petty to the max. “And you aren’t?”

“Why can’t you take your job seriously?” you hiss. “They’re actually paying a decent wage and folks here are paying a lotta money for a decent meal, and you’re slacking on the job.”

“You’re not my fucking manager, okay?” JJ snarls, stalking towards you. “You don’t getta tell me what to do and what not to do. You’re a waitress, alright? So you better pucker up princess and pull the stick from out of your ass.”

“Watch your fucking mouth blondie,” you spit.

You square up to him as if you could lay him out in a second on the storeroom floor. Clearly sending the two of you to top up on supplies for the function tomorrow, after hours, wasn’t the smartest move from your supervisor.

JJ Maybank was a dickhead. He seemed to know which buttons to push with you to have you foaming at the mouth and blowing steam out your ears. He seemed to enjoy pushing them too. Did so until you were at your breaking point with him and his stupid face.

“What? You want me to stop putting you in your place?”

“I want you to stop talking full-stop, so I can get maybe a moment of peace in this Goddamn restaurant,” you bite back.

JJ smirks, cold and cruel. “Oh yeah? Make me, princess.”

You glower at his face. His stupid, handsome, gorgeous face.

You can’t say why, or when, or even how, but you and JJ are suddenly kissing. He seems taken aback, stumbling forward, pushing your back against the precariously balanced boxes of napkins and tea lights. Pulling back, eyes wide and mouth somewhat agape in shock, you and JJ regard each other a moment. Eyes flicking over features; breathing heavy and disjointed. There’s a moment where you both seem to debate whether or not this is the right thing; debate saying this out loud; then simultaneously agree on one common thought. Fuck it. You’d always thought JJ was kind of attractive. Well, more than kind of, but there was no way in hell you’d ever tell him so.

The make-out that follows is filthy and messy and confusing. JJ ends up with his back against the wall with you pressing against him. You both groan as his hard-on rocks against your crotch.

“This is a bad idea,” JJ says. His hand creeps under your shirt, messing to undo your bra.

“Definitely,” you pant. Your eyes are fixated on his lips and you can’t help but kiss him again, sinking your teeth leisurely into his lower lip for just a second.

“Fuck,” JJ groans. He yanks your shirt over your head and you shuck off your unfastened bra. Impatient, JJ palms at your breasts. The fact that both of you are on the clock, in the restaurant’s storeroom seems to be of no concern to either of you. “We should probably stop.”

“Probably,” you mumble. You unzip the fly of his work pants (they’re so fucking tight on him it’s almost criminal how good they make him look) and slip a hand hastily into his boxers. JJ stammers out a moan as you rub at his erection. Something shoots through you, be it attraction or hate. The two lay on a thin line.

“I don’t even like you,” JJ stammers.

You look up at him with that. Hooded eyes and swollen lips, he’s rosy cheeked and overtly horny. Squeezing at the head, making him moan, you can’t help but smirk.

“You sure about that, blondie?”

JJ stares down at you. His white button-up is still fastened and it’s unfair. You want to see him – all of him. Nobody should be allowed to be this attractive and this much of an asshole. The world is full of cruelties.

You continue working him with your hand, grinning malevolently when you feel him throb under your hold, already getting close. Men are so fucking simple.

JJ sighs. There’s a twitch of a grin to his lips, mirroring yours, and there’s this thrilling, terrifying thought that comes to your mind as he takes you in, like a predator observing its prey.

He’s going to wreck me.

#jj #jj maybank #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj drabble #jj maybank drabble #jj x reader drabble #jj maybank x reader drabble #drabbles #prompts #19 #obx #obx drabbles #outer banks #outer banks drabbles #obx fic #outer banks fic

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theemporium · 6 months

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Ok more werewolf!dando (canon concept of being a wolf in this world: you usually don’t get your heat until you meet your mate - it can happen but it almost never does)

you’re being dragged out of the house by the elbow, asking Daniel what the hell is going on, getting pulled out the door when suddenly you hear Lando whimper at the loss - your heart shatters and your stomach drops at the sound, which you realize you had only heard before when you were a little girl holding your brand new cocker spaniel puppy and tripped and fell while holding him, the sense of betrayal from a sweet little creature that trusts you to care for it seeping into your bones

you realize that Daniel’s eyes are on you and hardening by the second, willing you to ignore the mewls and cries, and you can only say “how can I leave him like this, Danny? I think he needs me? He’s breaking my heart, I think I have to go” and yank your arm away to walk back into the house

“What about what I need? What about my mate, my bond, my *relationship*? I can’t let that little mutt jeopardize the life we’ve built together just because he’s got the red rocket!”

You hear Lando cry again, this time even sharper and more desperate, and a shiver runs down your spine, almost as though you’re being gravitationally pulled to the green-eyed pup, and spit back at Daniel “imagine what it would be been like if I had ignored you when you used to need me like this! you forget so easily that you used to cry like that too, used to leave my skin black and blue from your mouth and your hips, but now we’re grownups, right? Now I sometimes totally miss you being in heat because you’re a big wolf who *has himself under control* but god fucking forbid I should want that closeness! Carlos can’t give it to me, Max sure as hell can’t! God forbid I should miss the days where I was the center of your world and the solution to all your problems! I bet you didn’t even know that I’m ovulating right now, so that must be why -“ you were cut off by a particularly plaintive yelp “I have to go. I’ll get Max to drive me home”

Now it was Daniel’s turn to feel his heart sink, sitting down in his car to drive home and realizing that all the things he did with the intention of making your life easier, all of the things he did to make himself as close to the nice, normal human boyfriend he thought you deserved were chipping away at your self-esteem and he had been so oblivious as to totally ignore what you needed

he turns off the car and walks back into Max’s house to find you on the couch with Lando, carding your fingers through his curls and telling him “I don’t think I can let you take my clothes off until I have a real talk with Danny about it, lovebug” while he thrusts into the swell of your jeans-clad hip and hums as he sucks a line of bruises down your collarbone

Daniel clears his throat to get your attention and asks in a small voice “are you two ready to go home?” and Lando’s face lights up with the understanding that he wasn’t bad or wrong for feeling like this and that Daniel was at least open to accepting his feelings for you

clambering off the couch, Lando approaches Daniel cautiously as his elder gives him a once-over and says “it looks like she’s your mate too - I will teach you everything you need to know but you have to swear on the lives of the pack that she becomes the star you orbit around starting now, do you understand?” the pup nods vigorously and runs to the backseat of the car

after a ride that felt like an eternity, you unlocked the door to yours and Daniel’s house and immediately find yourself body slammed against the nearest wall under Lando’s weight, with Daniel coming up behind him to tut “now, don’t you think we ought to let our sweet girl freshen up for a moment while we get to know each other a bit better? Come into the bedroom with me” and a pair of giant green eyes lock on your man’s smiling brown ones all the way there

you take the few minutes you’re afforded to slip into a prettier bra and panties that actually match and to spray yourself with a perfume you hadn’t worn in years but that was your favorite when you and Daniel met

you hear the wet sounds of Lando kissing marks down Daniel’s torso, groaning as long fingers grasp his hair and gagging as he attempts to lower himself throat-first onto Daniel’s cock

taking that as your cue, you step into the room and say “easy there, Tiger, we’ll work you up to that one” and immediately have both of their attention, Daniel standing up to take your hand and kiss it and lead you by it to the bed, sitting down and nestling you between his legs

“Alright, puppy, show us what you’ve got” he smirks, and Lando looks at you with eyes blown wide for the okay to move - Daniel mumbling under his breath what a good boy he is for waiting - latching himself to the skin of your chest and almost howling at the feeling of his rock hard cock rubbing against your lace panties and whispering “anything?” when you tell him he can do anything he wants to you

He gets overwhelmed, wanting simultaneously to thrust into you and to suckle on your chest and, in his panic, he freezes until Daniel offers to get you ready for him and asks you to get on all fours over top of the pup, who cries like never before at the sight of your tits dangling in his face - when you give them both the go, he latches on like a man starved and Daniel starts drawing stars and secret messages over your clit with his tongue all the way up until you collapse, convulsing on top of Lando as you come

Daniel leans down to plant a kiss on Lando and says “good work, pup, do you want to fuck her or for me to fuck you as your reward?” and Lando meekly asks if he can have both, to which Daniel grins broadly and tells him that of course he can

while you recover, Daniel works Lando open, clucking over how lucky he is to take the anal virginity of such a sweet boy and asking if he wants to enter or be entered first - the pup wants you on your side first, so he can wrap himself around you and suck on your neck as he braces for impact, and that’s exactly what he gets

when you’re all collapsed into one sticky, heaving, fucked out mess twenty minutes later and Lando is already asleep between you, you lean over and whisper into Daniel’s ear, “so, can we keep him?”

bless their wee hearts

#cece answers #werewolf!dando #dando.thots

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almacambiondaughterofsaleos · 2 months

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another idea for adams character

Adam wiped out the blood from his eye as he crawled out of the hole.

Blood. His blood. The first mortal blood in all of existence. And… it was in his eye.

These… these children had actually cut him. Hurt him, and more than once.

Physically, at least.

Spitting out a tooth, he caught sight of his reflection in a pool of sinner blood as he pulled himself up, clear as a cracked mirror, and it was a face (so normal, the sort he knew that no one could ever pick out of a crowd) he had not deigned to really look at in millennia gazed back at him. When had he last taken off his mask?

He felt his fingers dig into the ground as he looked up, looked at all of those who had dared to stand against God's Plan, against these exterminations. Sinners, Hellborn and that fucking princess the serpent's fucking spawn.

He saw them, all… glaring at him, over the sound of angels dying.

Glaring. Angry, as if… he was in the wrong here!? AS IF HE WAS THE ONE BEING JUDGED!?

He spat out a mouthful of gold blood. "You… don't look at me like that, you… you fucking sinners! At least end this! Kill me! You! You of all creatures don't get to just play the fucking mercy card!"

The spawn shook her head. "We're not going to kill you. Because we're not like you."

The world seemd to crack in the back of Adam's mind, and red flooded his vision. "Are… are you fucking serious right now? YOU!? YOU FUCKING THINGS ARE THE ONES JUDGING ME!?"

He swept his bloody gaze over the sinners in the crowd. "NONE OF YOU WOULD EXIST WITHOUT ME! WITHOUT HER! Paradise… was lost! We lost paradise when those fucking serpents that this fucking princess of yours slithered out of… when they whispered in her ear! In my ear! And yet I still loved her, loved all of you, even after that first bite! We lived to let free will live on, when we could have (should have) just offed ourselves the moment Uriel slammed the gate in our faces! Our fault, but we did it out of love once it started rolling and… and then came THIS!"

He swept a bleeding hand out wide over the bloody sky, the Ring of Pride. "THIS IS WHAT YOU ALL CHOSE TO MAKE OF IT! YOU ALL CHOSE, and you keep choosing, over and over again! As above so below! Cannibals, rapists, liars, murderers, warmongers! And… and I'm the bad guy here!? You think I enjoy doing this!? I'm not the monster here! You think I want to keep killing my children, year after year after year!? And only because that fucking, smarmy serpent and his whore ASKED FOR THIS!?"

The spawn's eyes widened, and yet he could not take any satisfaction from even that, that her daddy had neglected to tell her about that little factoid.

Still, she rallied, that FUCKING LOOK back in her red eyes. "Then why are you the one leading this!? If you hate it… then you could just stop."

At that, Adam felt the rage slip out of him, crystalize into something cold. "Because I've gotten a lot of experience when it comes to disowning wayward children, you little freak. This… this is the bed you and all your little friends made. Don't start pointing fingers just because there are suddenly nails in the mattress."

Yeah, Adam learned a long, long time ago that actions have consequences, and it doesn't matter how much you regret them or wish things were different or whine and moan, you have to live with those consequences and carry on. This is a man who lost everything, not only for himself but for every single one of his descendants. Consumed by bitterness and guilt to the point where he can delude himself into thinking his actions against his wayward children are justified, enjoyable even, until confronted with his own misery and he snaps.

#helluva boss #vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical #vivziepop #vivziepop criticism #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #anti-vivziepop #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critical

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applesontheground · 1 year

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hi! could you write some patrick bateman smut where he edges a sub reader, makes them beg to cum and basically gives them false hope that he’ll allow them to, before he ends up just edging them again? if not, it’s completely fine! tysm!

hi anon! i'd be glad to do this for ya!

we'll both be sorry 💼

NSFW | Word Count: 845 | Patrick Bateman x AFAB Reader (no gendered pronouns used)

contains edging, spitting, slapping, overstimulation, masochism, biting, humiliation, as always mr. bateman comes as his own warning

You tried to take a breath to speak, to cry for him to let you have it. Like an under stimulated animal with a plaything that wasn’t doing anything for him, he was staring through you as his hand merely pulled back and forth, no finesse to how he was playing with your clit or even how his fingers would sit within your walls in the slowing motions.

He was almost sneering, like it was nothing to him, and you weren’t sure when he had stopped enjoying this. Did he even enjoy it to begin with?

You were thinking a thousand reasons as to why he should at once, your breath picking up in place of the rush of murmurs you had been giving mere moments ago. He’s never had a problem with losing restraint, what’s a little slip to let you fall apart? Didn't he want to see you a goddamn mess on his floor?

When you finally mustered the function to speak, the only thing that came out was a low complaint: “Y-ee-eeees? Are you stopping? Come on, come on-“ His hand fell from your body, still soaking as his palm then collided with your face. While the movement was instant, bending away from him from the force, your reaction was buried under another long pause. The burning was the kind that made you bear your teeth, face stinging fiercely like the soft wings of a moth to an uncovered flame. Your muscles were clenching hard to try and chase a ghost of the high that it released.

You nearly crossed your eyes as you whined, “Patrick, you fuck-!”

His thumb, index, and middle made a V to secure your jaw, turning your head sharply to look him in the eye. “Shut the hell up before I sever your tongue from your mouth.” Every punctuation was accented with his other hand coming up to twist the delicate skin of your nipple, and you withstood the pain with a brittle shiver, falling to silence again.

Like an attack from all ends of the spectrum, you relished in how much you were hurting: your face was hot from impact, jaw ached with a trembling pressure that he wouldn’t let up on until someone’s bones shattered, and your pussy was still aching. You didn’t even consider it’d make a difference if he kept teasing you or would graduate to fucking you tonight. The high was falling from grace fast, but you only clenched at the cold air he had left to quell your needy sounds.

“Nasty whore, you like it when I hurt you? Where did the self respect go? It's like your dignity was left at the door.” He grated, interest as piqued as it had been at the start. You merely responded with a sick huff in his face, “If biting you didn’t get my throat slit, I’d fucking do that too.”

He glared again. Then, he held his forearm up to you. “Don't be a coward, then. I’ll let you if it keeps you quiet.” You lunged with little hesitation, and even though he had insisted on it, you knew to keep the slobber at a minimum.

Suddenly, your clit was being touched again, his ministries returned to at a miserable pace that you knew he would only work up just to let go of again. The journey was worth it, teeth sinking into his pristine skin and earning a quiet moan from deep in his chest, like he was willing back his own need to tear you apart just to let you feel him and relish this moment.

Almost like he was trying to make up for something that'd never come. He saw the defeat in your expression, the teeth in his arm grinding slightly as you groaned into his breaking skin, yet they were only marks. You weren’t breaking the skin if he wasn’t going to throw your Hail Mary.

Still, his hand came back up to hold the back of your head, curious to how long you’d stay connected to him in such a way but ready to wrench you off should he see necessary.

“You’re fucking barbaric.” He spat again, making you whimper in that hedonistic desire to even take the hurt if it meant he was giving you attention. “I’ve never seen someone so ready to sink their teeth into another like this.”

You now glared up at him, biting harder as he merely smirked at the predicament forming. Still, you could see the hint of an inconvenience, a slightly pained cringe in the way his eyes creased; his hand flexing as he began to push his elbow into your throat.

When you gasped at the sudden intrusion to your windpipe, he suddenly craned his neck, not kissing but instead exerting a force against his own tongue to spit on yours.

“Dirt.” He muttered. Still, when he released your neck you merely gasped again, eyes boggling as you didn’t even care that he had stopped rubbing you.

His scrutiny was enough to keep you pinned down for weeks.

#patrick bateman x reader #american psycho x reader #slasher x reader #requests #slasher requests #slasher fanfiction #notsfw #✏️#💼#anon corner

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aotearoa20 · 5 months

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Foresight Strength.

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He’s unsure exactly what woke him in the dark of night. He didn’t watch over Tyelkormo when he slept. The phantoms always come under the shimmering glow of Telerperion, when no one else is there to witness them. So he had left Nerdanel and some of her handmaidens to the few hours of the day where the boy actually rested.

But this time he woke with a prickling in his stomach and couldn’t even think to rouse Nerdanel as he slipped out of bed. He stalked down the corridor as quiet as he could manage until he reached the nursery door. It was just slightly ajar, a long beam fireligot peering through the crack.

Inside he could see the figure silhouetted against the warm light of the dying embers. His back was turned to him but he could see his hands running along the carvings of the mantle piece. Sharpened nails squealed as they dragged along the wood, the sound causing the baby to stir in his sleep. The visitor’s head tilted just slightly to the side as he turned to look.

Fëanáro knew he should go into the room but his limbs felt stiff and unwieldy. He breath came out in short bursts but he didn’t know why. The elf had done nothing after all.

He did stare at sleeping child strangely. He, who looked so much like his own mother and it seemed only grew into her likeness as he grew older. Perhaps, he hoped, this one was spared the same nameless fate of his brothers.

His hand reached down, running along the baby’s cheek, careful not to wake him. It left rusty brown smudge along his face and Fëanáro suddenly felt ill. The stranger’s eyes widen and he let out a thin, breathy laugh. There was something wrong with the his smile as his hand moved to his hip.

“What do you think you doing?” Fëanáro sprang forward. The vision looked up at him and bared it’s teeth. He saw the flash of a knife and with speed he hadn’t known he possessed flew across the room.

He barrelled into him, shoving him into the wall and pinning his arms against it. The knife was oddly long and cruelly barbed. But well crafted, his mind supplied unhelpful. He watched as the elf’s gaze flitted across the room before landing back on him. His scowl melted into another uncanny smile and he bowed his head.

“They shall say to you he will be great. They never said I’d be good.”

Fëanáro had expected him to growl as he spoke. Else that his words would be sharp as his nails or the teeth they whispered past. The visions speaks with a voice like honey. Softly like he knew he’d be listened to and saw no need to raise his voice. Feanaro could feel the power behind the words and ignored it.

“Stay away from my son.”

“Atar,” he said chiding, “Am I not your loyal son? Everything I have ever done, all of it, was for you.”

He twisted his wrist, gently trying to entangle himself from his father’s grip. He slammed his hand back with enough force to make the elf drop the blade, or so he thought. He now recognised the blood on his fingertips and dried in flecks across his face.

“You don’t understand!” he grunted, and for the barest moment he looked afraid, then his expression morphed into one of burning earnestness, “There is something wrong with him.”

Fëanáro searched his pale silver eyes for some reason buried there, some awareness of the madness he was suggesting.

“Trust me,” it whispered and for the most terrible second, Fëanáro couldn’t help but consider his words. , “It would be better if he never lived!”

“Hold your tongue if you have nothing but poison to speak!” Fëanáro spit some of his own power into his words and the boy’s mouth clamped shut. He could have sworn the creature rolled it’s eyes. With far greater strength than his lithe body betrayed he flung Fëanáro off him. The prince stumbled back to avoid the blade swings down by his face, and landed hard to the ground.

“He shall kill your sons!”

Fëanáro brought his hand up to the side of his face, his fingers coming back red and sticky.

“What- ”

It was barely a deep enough to be called an injury but Tyelkormo stared down at him in horror. The blade in his hand clattered to the ground and Fëanáro watched as he seemed to crumple in on himself.

“He… I. I didn’t mean to… I… I’m sorry - I don’t,” Celegorm slid slowly to the ground and murmuring apologies and names Fëanáro had never heard.

He hesitates a moment before shuffling over to him. Careful to block his view of his son, he put his arms around the boy. Tyelkormo is also crying in his crib but Fëanáro didn’t risk glancing at him. He won’t remind the weeping elf of his proximity to the child.

“Turkafinwë…” He said softly, running his hands through his hair as he sobbed against his shoulder. He is shivering and warm as ghosts should not be. The cut on his cheek stung a little but dread pooled in the pit of his stomach. These were more than just visions, they could touch this world - they could harm his children.

“I’m sorry,” His son said to him before turning to mist on his arms, “I… ruined everything.”

#foresight au #feanor #turkafinwe #tyelkormo #celegorm #silmarillion #tolkien #my writing #silm au

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eastwindmlk · 5 months

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Prompt 7: Bet (798 words). @prongsfoot-microfic Very quickly turns NSFW, so press at your own risk

It was a simple bet, really. A ‘boys will be boys’ sort of thing. Besides, everyone made questionable bets with their best mates. There was nothing strange about that. Even if the bet might be perceived as such by others. That is what both he and Sirius had agreed on.

Still, sitting across from his best friend with his hand down his pants.

“And we are sure this isn’t weird?” He asked, looking at the mirrored posture. Sirius was slouched back, legs wide and one hand moving down the front of his briefs. “How is this weird? We’re just seeing who can last the longest.” He replied, winking across the abandoned dressing room. A venue they agreed would not be too intimate.

The problem was, there was something exciting about it too. Just the thought of slagging off and having a shag in the dressing rooms had his cock half-hard. Even if this was his best mate.

“How are we going to know the other isn’t cheating?” Sirius asked suddenly, shifting against the wood, trying to her more comfortable. “Like, no dry hands or just pretending.” He added for clarification.

Making a questioning sound somewhere in the back of his throat, James thought it over for a moment. “Right,” he hummed, licking his lips before nodding with determination. “Simple. We’re both going to be naked. Or pantless, at least.”

“I am not going to sit here in just my shirt. Full nude or bust!” The rebottle made him snort. “Interesting wording, Padfoot.” James teased, pushing himself up to pull the shirt over his head. “And what about the dry hands?” There was a prolonged silence as both of them stripped. He was still standing, his boxers unceremoniously hanging from his ankle when the solution came to him. “I’ll spit on your hand, and you’ll on mine. Then we know what the other is working with.

As he said that, his eyes took in Sirius’s body, slowly drinking him in. The moment he turned 18, he started to collect ink. His skin was marked and adorned with new designs whenever he got the chance. It made James want to reach out and trace their lines. But that was not why they were there.

Something James had to remind himself of quite sternly. In part because he did not want to lose this bet. The idea of getting his hands all over Sirius had him strangely worked up. In a way that was not productive at all, not right now. Feeling his cock now fully hard, flopping against his stomach.

There was a beat where he could have considered his next words, but he didn’t. Clearly. Because his next words were: “Maybe to make it fair, we should see who makes the other come first. Since, you know, we know what we like and what we’d want to avoid.” James paused, swallowed and offered a smile. “Seems fair.”

Not expecting Sirius to echo him. “Yeah, seems fair.” A faint blush colouring his cream cheeks. Both osculating for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. Mouths opening and closing as they both worked through it.

“Sit down?” Sirius motioned awkwardly to the bench, and James nodded in response, lips pressed together as he moved. Both of them sat there, thighs pressed together, nude and hard. Moving at the same time to spit on their hands before locking eyes. ‘Are we really doing this?’ Was the silent question asked, and both of them decided that it couldn’t hurt.

After all, this was just a bet being conducted fairly. Even as they both swallowed a groan, hands wrapping around the other. Heads leaning against the cool tile behind them.

James was careful at first, making long, even strokes, trying to get a feel for him. Building up to something. Making a note of how long he was, how girthy. Modest compared to him. A good size, though. How his sounds were throaty and keening, hissing as his thumb swept over his head, smooth and curved.

Sirius, on the other hand, was not going to let himself be distracted by feeling him up. He was pumping, fast and almost reckless. Just the way he’d go about it himself, near utilitarian. Making him groan, a guttural sort of sound. Hissing as too soon, he felt the muscles in his stomach starting to tighten in a familiar way.

James tried to keep the same pace, but he couldn’t. A litany of curses started to tumble from his lips. Almost instantly losing their bet when Sirius, the cheat, leaned down, lips pressing to his shoulder and whispered. “If you just lose already, I might let you finish me with your mouth.” The purr of his voice rattled through James and made him explode all over his hand.

#prongsfoot #prongsfoot microfic #sirius x james #james potter #sirius black #spicy content

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rataticaisdreaming · 6 months

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day 2 - fusion @intrualityweek

Summary: When Remus and Patton can’t stop fighting, the mind decides to give them a chance to be in each other's shoes.

Pairing: Platonic Intruality (he/him for both)

Word Count: 1397

Warnings: Verbal fights / Hurt/Comfort / Intrusive thoughts / Remus being Remus / Cursing / Mention of sex

“Those are awful things, Remus! You should think of more cheerful… innocent stuff!"

"Oh yeah, because everyone wants to live in Care-A-Lot, daddy-o."

It has been like this for weeks now. Patton getting more and more distressed at Remus’ outbursts, which have been more common ever since the last major issue Thomas faced. Their fights seemed personal and within their own bubble, seeing as they were right next to each other. Janus and Roman had no problem ignoring them, it was so childish and unnecessary that not even Virgil was affected by this. It was getting annoying though. Once everyone left those two to bicker alone, Patton frowned and sank down to his room. The duke was so unsettling! It wasn't so difficult to keep your thoughts to yourself and keep things nice and decent.

Throwing himself to the stuffie filled couch, he reached for an old blanket and his Tender Heart teddy bear. A wave of sadness filled him, tears silently fell from his cheeks into the blanket he was holding so close. Everything felt like too much.

He hated arguments so much. The loud voices and negative feelings made him feel so small and overwhelmed. The need to just get out, get out, get out. How he closed his eyes and just prayed the tears wouldn't come out, this is not the time for big emotions. He just wanted to hide and make the feelings go away.

━

Well, fuck him. There he goes again with his big mouth and inability to just shut the fuck up!

No one wants to hear you anyways.

He is trying! He really is! Just spit out the mild ones so his head guts will be at ease until he comes back to his room. That’s exactly what he did… then why was today so difficult?!

You were never meant to be one of them.

And why the fuck is his brain not shutting the fuck up?! He just wanted some rest for God's sake.

You should impale yourself with the bed's wooden poles.

Just get in a onesie, what if you get tangled up and suffocate?

Get in bed and under the blankets, you should have hate sex with the others.

Hug your emotional support octopus stuffie and feel them hug you back… oh, the ways they could crush you to death.

Just close your eyes… It will be okay in the morning.

Except it won't be. It will be this over, and over, and over again until you die. Alone and in pain and no one will care about you…

━

"We need Patton. It's clear to me this issue needs his emotional expertise."

A quick hand gesture is all Logan needed to make the moral side rise in his spot. Eyes shut tight and in clear distress, softly bouncing on his heels.

"Sorry kiddo, your old man just needed a little rest. Felt more tired than a hooker after an orgy."

What… in the world?

The room falls silent and everyone is suddenly looking at him. Roman and Virgil look at each other stunned, eyes so big they seem ready to pop out. Janus scoffs in disbelief, like he finally heard how much of a petty bitch he is. Logan adjusts his tie, looking down at the floor, maybe he’ll find his worth somewhere in the dust. Thomas looks like he just saw a puppy being shot in front of him.

Wow, this little mind of his is not slowing down, is it?

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I didn't know why I said that… must be reaaally out of it! Maybe I just need some coffee and breakfast to get myself back on track." he said, awkwardly tiptoeing his way to the kitchen.

No one knew how to react to what just happened, so Roman spoke first.

“Maybe all that time with my brother is messing with him, speaking of him.” he said as he summoned Remus with an annoyed frown “Where is my copy of Princess and the Frog?”

Remus rose in his spot and stared at his twin like a deer in headlights, after a few seconds, he answered.

“I'm pretty sure I placed it back on the shelf.” he said, timidly hugging himself.

“Well, it's not there!”

The escalating tone made Remus flinch and look away, that seemed to be the wrong thing, because Roman spoke again.

“I swear in the holy name of Julie Andrews, Remus, if you did something to it…"

"I promise I didn't! I- I'm sure I placed it on the shelf, maybe I can help you find it! Just… Please lower your tone."

Roman was taken back by his response, his brother looked on the verge of tears. He has never seen the duke express himself like that. Weirded out was an understatement,

Before he could say anything, Patton came back and…

"Well, I can safely say the dishwasher liquid does not, in fact, taste like lemon and oranges."

Something was wrong.

━

"You will not leave this couch until you figure out what happened, do I make myself clear?"

It had been ten minutes since Logan left them there. Ten full minutes of distressed bouncing on his seat, eyes shut as he tried his hardest not to voice his thoughts. After what felt like an hour, Patton couldn’t take it anymore.

"Remus, all these thoughts… are they yours?" he said in a small voice Remus barely heard. "They are horrible…"

“I know they are!” he yelled, causing Patton to flinch. Upon seeing the reaction, the creative side broke down.

"I hate all of this! It all feels like too much!”

Patton’s knowing smile made him feel warm and troubled. A question popped into his head. He scooched over a little bit and started to fidget with his sparkly sleeves.

“Do you feel like this all the time?"

Patton looked up and sighed.

"Mhm"

"Do you get these thoughts all the time?"

Remus looked up with slightly red eyes.

"Yeah…"

"I never realized how much pain you were actually in… I thought you said those things to annoy us…" he started, receiving a soft laugh from the duke "But they are like a swarm! I need- I need them out!"

“Shh, it's okay. They will calm down, here, tug this string."

The moral side did with a tired hand, when he let go, a soft “quack” came out of nowhere. A tiny duck dropped from the air into his lap.

"Heh… And where did this little guy come from?"

“Little gift.”

A small giggle escaped from Patton’s lips and he changed his posture, visibly calmer and less tense. After working some courage, Remus decided to speak as well.

"I never knew you were feeling this much… It's suffocating. Every emotion feels fucking intense and it hurts! How do you live like this?"

"I just do… Comes with being the heart, I guess. My room helps me, it calms me down when it gets too much."

"Huh. Do you think I could… hang out there sometime?"

"Sure! Janus and Logan have been very insisting on the whole "finding a distraction" thing. We could do a puzzle together or watch a show."

"Yeah… I'd like that."

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It has been like this for weeks now. Remus learning to use his inner voice, mindful of how loud noises impact the other’s emotions. Patton started to listen to Remus' ideas and ignored the ones that were plainly intrusive thoughts.

By the end of an afternoon discussion, they were already looking at each other in anticipation.

They sank down and arrived at Patton's living room. There was an unfinished puzzle on the coffee table as well as board game boxes laying on the side of it. Remus picked the neon green notebook and glitter pen and sat down next to the moral side.

They summoned popcorn, sodas and m&ms. Even some lemon slices for Remus. Whenever he got unwanted thoughts, he would write them down. Patton would hug his teddy bear, as a silent sign that they needed to slow down for a bit, when the emotions got too intense.

It was working for them. They also made a mental note to never anger the mind again. It would be fantastic to see Roman get all of Virgil's anxiety, but Remus was a good brother and decided to write that thought down for now.

#rat's fic #rataticaisdreaming #nothing like a fic that was written at midnight 😌✨#will probably revisit this one 🤔#really want to explore this idea further #sanders sides #remus sanders #patton sanders #intruality #intrualityweek2023 #intrualityweek #intruality week #sanders sides fanfiction

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icallhimjoey · 1 year

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Only Temporary

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joe needs a temporary living space, and you happen to have a spare room to let. One plus one equals two, baby.

CW / disclaimer: rpf (don’t read if this makes you uncomfy), fem!reader, swearing (lots), fluff

Author’s note: this is the last part, sadface. The summary didn't need adding onto, I don't think. Also, we all hate Tom and we all love Eddie, join our club. (rewritten 15 nov 2023)

Wordcount: 3.5K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“Bye!”

Your goodbyes were short and dispassionate.

A quick wave at the door with everyone still sat around the breakfast table, enjoying conversation, and having second helpings of whatever they liked most.

It felt a little like thanking your dentist and telling him goodbye after you had him prod around in your mouth for forty minutes.

You knew each other on another level, and it felt like there should be heartfelt hugs, but that wasn’t the relationship you had with your family.

Instead, you’d taken two bottles of water from the fridge for your drive, walked past the table and said “That was fun, guys. See you on the next one!” and hadn’t even bothered to stop by the door as a chorus of goodbyes from the table saw you out.

Joe followed suit and it was only minutes later that you were back in the car, on the road together, on the way back to your flat.

You recounted the morning, and Joe saw you sink into the seat like you hadn’t relaxed in weeks.

“And?” you asked Joe, whose eyes danced between the road and you.

“Any regrets on offering to tag along?”

“The sand in my underwear says yes,” Joe joked, making you laugh.

You couldn’t deny that you’d had fun, but you knew it was mostly because Joe had been there too.

You were not going to tell him that, though.

Obviously.

“You’re going to have to come to one of my family get-togethers next, to teach us your family’s way of playing football,” Joe said, and he reached over to squeeze your knee before quickly pulling his hand back to grip the steering wheel.

You felt the skin that he’d touched burn.

Joe cleared his throat loudly, and you didn’t know why it suddenly felt weird in the car, but for some reason, it did.

In a bid to fan away the fluttery feeling in your stomach, you turned up the radio and let music fill the car to help drown out the thoughts milling around in your head.

You tried to convince yourself that it was all figments of your own imagination, but you couldn’t even look at Joe’s hands with his fingers curled around your steering wheel.

Tight grip. White knuckles.

Shit.

Stop looking.

So, you sipped from your bottle of water, hummed along to the music as casually as you could, and looked out of the window at the rolling hills, thinking of what you were going to wear later for your date with Tom; the man you should be thinking about right now.

The air between the two of you remained tense, but you ignored it.

Said nothing, until after about half an hour, Joe decided against better judgement to just spit out what was on his mind.

“Don’t go,” he suddenly said, right as you were about to gulp down a mouthful of water, making you cough and wheeze for air as some of it found its way down your windpipe.

“Shit, I’m- fuck, I’m so sorry,” Joe reached over a hand, eyes darting between you and the road, unsure what his hand would do to help you.

You swatted it away fast as you coughed, water dripping down your chin.

“Don’t go where?” you spoke with a constricted voice, and you used both your hands to wipe at your chin, your sleeves now spotting sizeable wet patches on either side.

Charming.

“I don’t- ugh…” Joe winced at himself. “I don’t think... Tom’s not, I don’t think he’s a good guy,”

Um.

What?

You stared at Joe who now kept his eyes firmly on the road ahead of him. It was easier to get out what had been plaguing him for a second without having to look at you.

Joe went on to explain how he’d seen your neighbour earlier that week, walking into his building across the road from you, with another woman, how he had then decided to stay out of it, but that now... he felt like he had to tell you, so at least you knew.

You know, before actually going on your first date with the literal man of your dreams.

You remained silent all throughout Joe’s monologue and felt the urge to escape the car grow within your limbs.

There was no chance of escape, though, obviously.

You were going down the motorway at sixty miles per hour.

Joe could literally go on and talk for all he was worth, and you’d just have to sit there and listen to him as he spewed things about your neighbour that you didn’t want to hear.

“People have siblings,” you reasoned immediately, all defensive. “And friends.”

“They were making out a lot for siblings, I think,” Joe’s voice was soft, but it felt like he was making a joke, and it had anger bubbling up your throat.

“You’re overstepping.” You sternly said, because he was.

“Sorry, I’m just trying to… I don’t know, protect you? I guess?”

You didn’t appreciate that.

“I don’t need protecting.” You huffed.

“I just thought you should know.” Joe’s eyes glanced at you, seething beside him, and he regretted even bringing it up at all.

“Okay, thanks for telling me then. Can we please talk about something else?”

You didn’t talk about anything else.

The rest of the drive home was silent, and as you stared out the window, you let resentment grow inside of your chest.

Even when you tried to forgo it by trying to phone your friend, who you still hadn’t talked to, you got her voicemail.

Again.

Fucking bitch.

You had to actively remind yourself you had a crush on Tom. That was who you were: a jobless, single, dumb old idiot with an orange tomcat who had feelings for her neighbour who lived opposite you and drove a range rover. You’d had those feelings for ages and they were a part of you now.

But then Joe moved into your flat and had the audacity to just go ahead and change all of that?

You realised your anger was mostly aimed at yourself, which in turn only angered you more.

Come on!

You’d actually bagged yourself a date with your neighbour, who was meant to be the love of your life, and now Joe was telling you that you should be careful of him?

All kind, and sweet, and charming?

What a dick.

Your thoughts ran rogue, and you knew the underlying feelings present, but were set on not facing them.

Not right now.

You had a date tonight, for fuck’s sake. With the man you’d been lusting over for months. You weren’t going to let Joe screw that up for you.

When you pulled into your street, Joe stopped the car outside your flat.

“Head inside, I’ll find a parking spot,”

Ugh.

He had to stop.

You stomped out of the car like a grumpy teenager and slammed the door a tad too hard.

Inside, you immediately locked yourself in the bathroom for a proper everything-shower. You made sure to wash and condition, several times, to exfoliate every inch of skin on you, and to shave every single strand of hair from the ears down.

Because who knew who was going to be seeing what tonight, you thought.

You weren’t one to bare all on the first date, but the way Joe had pissed you off, you almost wanted to get into Tom’s bed to prove Joe a point.

Except, doing just that was probably only going to be proving Joe right, in this case.

So, then the shaving became an act just for yourself, just so you’d feel smoother.

And sexier.

Perfect reasoning for a perfect date with the perfect man.

It just... it was annoying you that you couldn’t remember the colour of his eyes, the way you could remember Joe’s.

“You ruined it!” you yelled into your house as you walked from the bathroom to your bedroom after you shower.

“What’s that?” Joe’s voice travelled from the living room where he was cradling Eddie in his arms like a baby.

“You ruined it before it even had a chance to properly kick off!” and you slammed your bedroom door shut, leaving Joe to read between lines he wasn’t sure he was even reading correctly at all.

The piles of clothes in your bedroom took a minute to tidy up. Finding something for you to wear took even longer.

When you eventually ventured out to head back into the bathroom to get started on your hair and make-up, you found Joe, standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall, facing your bedroom door.

How long had he been there?

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” Joe said when you did your best to ignore him. You strode past him, stepped back into the bathroom, and started taking random make-up products from your bag which you placed on the ledge by the mirror one by one.

“Have the best time, yea?” he then said and reached for his jacket from the coat stand.

“Where you going?” you hated that you asked it.

“Pub,” was all Joe said, and neither of you said goodbye as Joe walked out the door.

It was eight o’clock on the dot when the doorbell rang. You’d been fanning yourself with your hands as you’d walked back and forth between the kitchen and living room for the past thirty minutes. Barefoot, because postponing putting your heels on meant you’d stand to wear them longer.

Eddie had taken notice of your frantic movements and meowed at your loudly from up on the kitchen table, a spot he knew very well he wasn’t allowed to be.

You were too busy trying to wave cool air onto your chest to help fade the blotches that had formed there, and unfortunately for Eddie, you didn’t have time to pick him up and nuzzle into his fur like Joe had been doing earlier.

“Tom,” you said, smiling your sweetest smile when you opened the door to a man holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Thomas. I go by Thomas.”

Oh.

Funny way to greet you...

The problem wasn’t that his way of saying hi to you was to correct you on his name; it was the juxtaposition you immediately noticed between him and Joe.

You remembered how Joe had corrected your friend when she had tried to call him Joseph, opting for the more informal shortened version of it.

Tom, Thomas, however, seemed to be of a different breed.

Strike one, spoke a voice inside your mind that you immediately tried to shush.

He did bring you flowers, after all.

“Oh, sorry. Thomas, hi. Come on in, I’m just finishing up,” you stepped aside and let your neighbour into your flat. Your flat, which had looked fine before but now seeing it through Thomas’s eyes, felt like a complete pigsty.

You silently cursed at yourself for not having put your heels on before Thomas had rung your doorbell so you could’ve immediately left, and quickly dashed off into your bedroom whilst Thomas stepped foot into the living.

“Oh, jeez,” You could hear him exclaim, and when you joined him, you were met with Eddie who seemed to have doubled in size and was glaring at your neighbour.

Thick tail shaking high up above his arched back and with ears flattened back against his head, he looked just about ready to pounce.

“Eddie!” You tried, but Thomas let out a nervous laugh.

“Cats tend not to like me much. Doesn’t help that I’m allergic,”

Shit.

Strike two.

“Eddie tends to not like humans,” you justified. “Trust me, it’s not you,” you tried to convince yourself as much as you tried to convince Thomas.

“Ready to go?” he looked like he couldn’t wait to get out of your flat.

At the restaurant, Thomas showcased how much of a gentleman he was. He held your chair out for you to sit, got champagne for the two of you and told the waiter it was a special occasion, not revealing it was just your first date together.

Thomas was all polished jawline, strong brow, dark hair, and he smelled divine.

Textbook handsome in his pale blue shirt, you thought. And, he drove a fucking range rover. This man had success written all over him.

You felt like you didn’t measure up.

Sat across the table from him, you tried to search for faults of his – just, any obvious imperfections – but just from looking at him, there weren’t any.

You, on the other hand, had many faults, and it was easy for you to list them in your mind:

- Your life was shit, for one - You left dirty laundry on the floor all the time - Your sofa was covered in cat hair - You barely ever flossed - You didn’t know how to drive your own car properly - You didn’t have a job, a pension plan or any savings left at this point - You left rings all over your own coffee table, you didn’t own any coasters - Your freezer hadn’t been defrosted in over a year - You had no idea what to do with flavoured olive oils - You unhealthily romanticized the idea of dating your neighbour - You had a crush on your flatmate - Shit. - You had a crush. - On your flatmate. - Shitting shit, shit.

You snapped back into the conversation Thomas was seemingly having with himself, because you hadn’t been listening at all.

You looked at your glass of champagne and downed the full thing in one go. The bubbles fizzed up into your nose, and you had to hold back a sneeze.

Thomas was talking about how he’d been plucking up the courage to ask you out for months. Hardly the right time to spray champagne all over him.

“There was never a right time,” he said. “We kept bumping into each other, but I was scared of looking like an idiot.”

He was saying all the correct words as you refilled your glass, tempted to just have a sip from the bottle itself, and had Joe not put the image of him making out with another girl in front of his flat earlier this week into your head, you would probably have swooned.

“You were scared?” you gave a condescending chuckle, not believing a word of it.

Had he seen you?

“Well, yea,” he said, and smiled at you. You were sure it was meant to be cute, but to you, it all felt brazen.

No, get it together, you thought.

You reminded yourself you were at a fancy restaurant, with a sweet man, who was very handsome. So, you talked about your weekend, your dad’s birthday, your awful stepmother, and with every joke you made, Thomas didn’t laugh. At one point he even went, “I don’t get it,” and left you to explain why playing football the way your family played it was more fun than boring old regular footy.

And then he still didn’t get it.

When Thomas excused himself to go to the bathroom, you sighed when you tried to pour yourself another drink from an empty bottle. You’d drank all of it, and Thomas hadn’t made you laugh once.

You squeezed your eyes shut tightly as you listened to your mind whisper: strike three.

Was it just Joe’s words that had slowly convinced you Thomas wasn’t who you had imagined him to be? You tried to convince yourself that dating several women at once was fine; you weren’t exclusive, this was only your first date.

But you weren’t actually fine with that.

You tried to imagine if you would’ve liked Thomas better if Joe hadn’t told you about the other woman he’d seen him with, but the mental image of Thomas stayed the same.

It was tainted now, and you wondered why you had ever even lusted after him to begin with. You’d been so head over heels for this guy, and for what?

You stared helplessly at the breadbasket Thomas hadn’t touched – “Too many carbs for me, but go ahead, have some,” – and you felt your fantasy of Thomas and you living together happily ever after fading fast.

When he came back to the table, you did the unthinkable before your mind could catch up with you.

“I need to leave,” you were on your feet before Thomas could even get a word in.

“Let me know how much this was, I’ll pay you back for it,” and without looking back, you marched out the door, leaving behind your dumbfounded neighbour who was left to scramble at what he had done wrong to have you walk out on him before the main course had even been served.

Instead of going home, you headed for the pub. It wasn’t a long walk, and with the large, angry steps you were talking, heels scraping against the pavement, it took no time for you to get there.

Walking in, the crowd was made of up families and groups of friends finishing up their Sunday roasts, as well as people stood around holding their drinks, double fisting large pints, having chats.

It was loud inside, and you scanned the room from the doorway until you spotted him.

There.

By the bar.

Pint in hand.

Talking in a group of three.

Actor friends, you were sure.

You beelined straight over to him, bumping into strangers’ shoulders as you went, and when you were just a few steps away, Joe saw you.

“Hey, what are you doing here? You seem–”

You silenced him by planting your lips right onto his, arms slung around his neck with your chest pressed up against him tightly. Joe didn’t try to resist – it would have been useless anyway. You had more champagne in your system than was good for you, and you were all riled up with emotions.

The poor boy didn’t stand a chance.

For a second, Joe was frozen. Unsure of what was happening. But then, behind you, one of Joe’s friends took Joe’s drink out of his hand and you felt how he took hold of you, wrapping his arms around, and how he started kissing you back.

It took a few seconds for the two of you to be making out like teenagers, and you heard people snicker beside you.

Pulling back, you glared at him.

“Thomas is shit.”

You kissed him again.

“You’re shit.”

Another kiss.

“Honestly, such a shithead.”

And another.

“I am,” Joe agreed, speaking into your mouth.

“The biggest shithead.”

Joe pulled you into him until your feet weren’t touching the floor anymore, and he felt the bar press hard into his back. You kissed roughly, passionately, in a way that would make anyone watching you uncomfortable until you had to pull back to catch your breath.

When your feet found the floor again, you suddenly pushed back forcefully and slapped Joe against his shoulder with a flat hand.

You were mad, still.

“What did you have to do that for?” what you accused Joe of, you weren't even sure, but your voice was so annoyed, and the frown etched deep into your face accompanied it perfectly.

Joe fucking loved it.

“How could I not have? You’re shit,” Joe said and was quick to pull you in for another kiss.

“You are such a shithead.”

And you agreed, sinking deeper into Joe’s lips as his hands found your cheeks to hold, and his hot breath caressed your face.

“This is the weirdest kiss I’ve ever witnessed,” you heard one of Joe’s friends say, who were both still stood beside you.

“Fuck off,” Joe spoke between kisses.

“Yea, fuck off,” you repeated, entirely unaware of who you were speaking to, and you felt Joe smile against your mouth.

You could both be shit.

Could both have shitty lives, because you were convinced that they’d cancel each other out just fine.

The sudden vibration in your pocket pulled you right out of the kiss, and back into the pub you were both stood in. When you quickly checked to see who was calling you – you were kind of hoping it was Thomas, just so you could tell him to fuck off as well – you saw it was your friend, finally returning the countless calls you’d made.

You shot your eyes up at Joe, who had also seen your phone’s display, and for a moment you contemplated not picking up. Sending her call to voicemail felt like the payback she deserved.

“Pick up. Tell her we kissed,” Joe nudged you and smiled, holding out his hand for his friend to pass him back his drink.

And you smiled back, because that was exactly what you wanted to do.

“I’ll see you back at the flat in what, thirty minutes?”

“Thirty minutes,” you repeated, all giddy and stupid when Joe winked at you as you started moving towards the exit.

“Bitch,” You answered your phone. “Guess the fuck what? I’m about to test-drive your plan B.”

"What?!"

And you almost skipped on your way home.

Life suddenly didn’t seem so shit anymore.

It could only go up from here.

the end

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demonic-hypocrite · 2 years

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Hello, obey me fandom! This time I’ve come to you with an au within an au, I think?. Two days ago I wrote a replaced!mc au where I mentioned that my Mc/Oc would become a public menace after unsupervised, even coming to eat demon meat and liking it, so, I was thinking about it all morning while I made breakfast, then decided I wanted to write it out.

So here it is, “MC becomes a public menace after being replaced!au” I used GN/You pronouns again.

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Lucifer had been called to Diavolo’s office; he was received by the Demon Prince’s worried face. Sitting in front of his desk, there you were, without a care in the world, munching on something almost as long as your body. Something red splattered on your face and uniform, after a long look he realised that the thing in your mouth, it was nothing other than a tail.

Insert minecraft advancement “How did we get here”.

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You were in the RAD cafeteria, since the demon brothers had moved to being the new human’s bitches you started to spend your lunches with other people, like the purgatory gang and the royals, but today you decided to spend it at the cafeteria with some fellow classmates. You were shittalking some of the most annoying teachers and complaining about midterms getting closer, but relieved that this was your last year at the academy. After all, it had been two years since that fateful day Diavolo kidnapped you off the human realm.

Suddenly some demons got you attention by flipping your food tray, causing your red devil-chilli snake stew to splatter all over the table and yourself, you didn't pay much mind to it, you could clean yourself with magic after all, but the demons decided to keep pestering you, remarking on you apparent abandonment. Jeez, you have been here for 2 whole years but it seems that some demons still didn’t know that you weren’t an easy prey.

“What? Are you gonna cry now? Gonna call the brothers? GUESS WHAT SIDE DISH! THEY’RE NOT GOING TO COME TO SAVE YOU NOW!!” Yelled one of the demons bothering you, turning into his demon form which had a lizard tail. Using the fact about how you were ‘thrown away’ to try to intimidate you, classy really, your expression only being a resting bitch face which only made the other demon more angry. You were tired now, not being able to rest even at lunch, so you decided to show them who's boss, standing up from your table and grabbing his tail.

With one strong yank, it came off, the demon winced a little and looked worried now, you looked at him dead in the eyes and brought the tail to your face, you opened your mouth as wide as you could and gave it a big bite, making sure your teeth were showing when they sliced through the soft gummy like meat. It was just a scare tactic, you planned on spitting it out and giving it back to the demon, but you didn't. The meat was sweet, in both texture and flavor it reminded you of a mixture of coconut and lychee, so tasty and juicy you couldn’t stop yourself from going in for another bite, forgetting your surroundings and ignoring the horrified looks you were getting.

It wasn’t until barbatos shook your shoulder and urged you to Diavolo’s office that you came back to the land of the living.

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Back to the present now, Lucifer looked at you, half annoyed and half horrified “Look Mc I know that you want attention but-” “I don't want your attention” You said going in for another bite, the juices of the meat dripping off your maw as you diverted your attention back to the tail. The avatar of pride stared at you in disbelief, ‘They’re acting like Beel’ he thought as you feasted without a care. He sighed “I don’t know why you keep bothering yourself with them my lord, they’re clearly not worthy of it, Mc should at least explain themselves to you at least if they’re going to pull stufflike this”, shared Lucifer looking at Diavolo.

“But look at them, it’s kinda cute don't you think?” He said with a nervous giggle “They’re like a baby with their favorite bottle” after a nod of approval from Barbatos and a raised eyebrow from Lucifer, Diavolo decided it was now time to interrogate you for your actions. “But going back to the point, MC!” he clapped his hands to get your attention. “Could you please explain what happened?”.

“Oh yeah, some guy threatened me on his demon form” you said calmly, as if it was an everyday thing, getting a concerned look for Barbatos and continued with your explication “He threw my lunch and that’s how I got dirty” gave a little bit of relief to the three demons in the room. “Then I yanked his tail off” the relief went away “I just wanted to intimidate him but I never knew demon meat was so tasty~♡” It was as if you were eating the most delicious meal you’ve ever had.

As for this occasion, both you and the demon got detention and had to write apology letters to each other, safe to say the demon who was harassing you was strongly opposed to having detention in the same room as you, and you? You just wanted his tail to grow back again.

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I wrote this one out on google docs and towards the end of it I didn’t know how to make longer saklkslakls, anyways! I wrote this 3 obey me scenarios 3 days in a row because it’s the weekend but I really enjoyed it. I want to try doing it next week too but I’ve run out of inspiration for little drabbles.

I definitely want to make my own replaced!au with my oc Logan, because the story I have in mind is much different that the one I wrote about my replaced brother!au. First thing, Logan is kind of a Gary Stue sadly, I admit it. Being that I made him really powerful and immortal because Solomon took him in as his student and one they he took Logan to meet death and the absolute madman challenged death to a 5D chess with interdimensional time travel, for funsies, even tho he didn’t know how to play it either and won? Out of pure luck except he didn’t win but he did? It’s exactly as confusing as it sounds but Death was mad and decided that he would never reap Logan’s soul Jack O’ Lantern style.

So he never is in real danger ever, except when he is because as I mentioned he did die two times after this. The first time was after he moved out of the house of lamentation into a cabin in the woods near a lake and a mountain zone, closer to the Demon King castle than the house of lamentation. This was after he had graduated from RAD and a year after the arrival of the new female student, so around the start of his fourth year on the devildom. Anyways, he keep in constant constant with the royals and purgatory gang and one day there's like, an actual threat for the devildom he is really worried for them and even if he has come to hate the brothers, the devildom has been more of a home to him than the human realm ever was so he insist on helping and gets “killed” in the process.

He doesn’t actually die but it counts as a death because his body was mostly destroyed and spent 3 months in a coma regenerating having a lucid dream of what could have happened if he never went to the devildom and woke up with mixed feelings. After he wakes up with his mental health finally collapses, 3 months before the death was the “brothers start to regret replacing mc after they went away” stage but now it’s been a total of 6 months with a death added on top of that, they all have clinical depression.

For the next year Logan is treated as a war hero but the only thing he wants is for people to stop trying to invite him places because he is tired and wants to just sleep for another 3 months, so he used Death as an excuse like, “Oh yeah sorry I have plans with Death on this date I can’t go to your tea party lady rose so sorry again bye” except Logan and Death do hang out and get close. After his fifth year on the devildom it’s finally time for Diavolo’s coronation and the assistance is mandatory, but the female exchange student tries to make a scene of seducing Dia now that he is the king and Logan is just tired™. So he asks death to spirit him away as a joke, Death the madlad rips his heart off in front of everybody and tells them they are to blame, as they did not do enough to keep Logan happy, and that his soul and body were his now.

The other human gets yeeted into superhell, aka she is taken back to the human realm and after 2 months of everyone begging death to bring Logan back Death tells Diavolo privately that he will bring back Logan only if he turns him into a demon. Now death had been keeping Logan’s physical body on a glass coffin while his soul was on a pocket dimension living on a cabin in a prairie full of flowers where he was healing himself metally, Death visited every now and then and telling him how the other were doing when Logan asked, ‘Worrying about them even after all that’s happened, how could they leave this beautiful soul alone?’ was what death thought.

The ‘Turn him into a demon’ plan was actually suggested by Logan himself, because he felt like a change of body would be better for his mental health, coming to hate his current one filled with scars both mental and physical, the only one he thought about keeping was one going vertically through his left eye, it had been made by Lucifer one time Logan stepped in between him and Mammon while they were fighting, but rather than seeing it as a reminder of something painful he saw it as a reminder of his strength, as later he gave a matching one to Lucifer when he pushed him too far with treating him as a defenseless human even if he had lived on the devildom for 2 years at this point.

So two months later from the date the plan was suggested, Death took Logan’s body to Diavolo to start the process turning him into a demon, after it was finished Logan woke up, he really liked his body as now it all had a barely distinct hue of blue, his favorite color, his scars were gone and his demon form was a mix from his favorite animals: Ram horns, crow wings and the tail of a jaguar. Now after the time he had to heal and grow as a person, he was finally ready to forgive those who loved him before and love him now. BUT NOT AFTER A LITTLE PRANK !! 11!!1

He is still himself after all, holding grudges was one of his bad traits and will be, forever. So he has Diavolo introduce him in front of the student council as his new secretary because Lucifer has had too much work for too long. Hi, his name is Harrison. Nice to meet you. Little bitch acts oblivious to the brother’s pain filled longing stares, pretending to someone else, letting in the know that he actually is Logan to the royals and purgatory gang and cries with Luke because he is so happy to finally be able to be there for him and be his dad again.

So everyone is acting like this time they replaced Logan with “Harrison” and the brothers got mad because they suffered so much by making that mistake but now everyone was acting as if that didn’t happen. So when they did have a full breakdown Logan did decide it was time to tell them the truth and accept their apologies and finally reunite with his whole family again.

But I’m not good at writing so that story may never be written properly (˘◡˘๑) Also this post was supposed to be a scenario and turned into my oc ramblings dskdksdk

Goodnight ☆

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