#I know he has dog legs shhhh

[critter-of-habit]

Okay but where can I adopt oneS

#Big dumb doggo #Sabine Wren #Ahsoka #Ahsoka spoilers #Mine #Art #my art #is this the fastest I've done fanart?? maybe so! #my eyes hurt #ever seen a horse sitting? #thats what I reffed for this lmao #I know he has dog legs shhhh #SWart

[super-clearlysaltybouquet]

The one With The Heat Wave (1/2)

 Part 1/2

Wolfstar x reader      Sirius Black x reader      Remus Lupin x reader      Sirius Black x Remus Lupin      Sirius Black x reader x Remus Lupin 

Established couple (throuple), Hint of possible Poly!marauders x reader to come?

Feel free (after reading) to let me know where you guys would like part 2 to go…

Summary: Reader is very (sexually) frustrated, it’s also far, far too hot out

Warnings: Sexual Content (but no smut…yet)

Some fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

The heat wave started a week ago. And it had been a week since either of your boyfriends had touched you. 

You’re sitting in between them in one of Bins’s history of magic lectures, right at top of the cascading auditorium, both the farthest row away from the ground - and your terribly boring lecturer. Everyone’s breath is coming out in tight puffs and long sighs, and that smell of sweat hangs heavy in the air. 

‘You’d think they’d take pity on us’, Sirius says, aggressively fanning his face. He’s more pink than he should be, and his face is dotted almost entirely in perfectly round baubles of sweat. 

‘Surely this classifies as youth endangerment’, James chimes in from the row below you, and you can almost imagine the steam sizzling up from the top of his head. It’s far too hot, and everyone in the room but the ghost is feeling it. 

‘Didn’t McGonagall say something about a charm on the walls to cool the air down?’, Sirius asks to no one in particular.

‘We’re in bloody Scotland Padfoot, there’s no way she was being serious’, Remus pants, sparing Sirius a glace that somehow manages to be equally sympathetic as it is exasperated. The heat has got everyone on a short fuse. But worst of all neither of the boys have touched you beyond tight chaste kisses, and gentle pats to skin in almost a week. Since this hellfire decided to settle above ground. 

Remus has got his sleeves rolled all the way up. His muscles and vascular veins are more than poking out from his now near-translucent white school shirt. You know some of the Hufflepuff girls two seats over have noticed too, most definitely fanning themselves over more than just the hot air. It’s almost as nauseating. The smell isn’t helping either. The perspiration of the other 30 students in the room pales in comparison to the men right next to you. Their smell, the heavy breathing, and the undoubtedly sticky bodies beside you keep your mind entirely unsettled. Drawing your thoughts helplessly back to nights, and days spent in beds, bathtubs and broom closets. You hear your overworking heartbeat in two places at once, as blood rushes to your head and then all the way back down again.

‘Shhhh quiet, I can’t hear what he’s saying’, you chastise, motioning to Bins, your only hope is distracting yourself long enough to wait out this dry spell.

‘Sweetheart, no one can hear what he’s saying, he’s been mumbling for the last half hour’, Remus says.

‘And even if he wasn’t with the way everyone seems to be breathing like rabid dogs in here that would surely drown him out regardless’, Sirius adds, placing a gentle hand on your exposed thigh. The head rush is instant, like huffing a pack of cigarettes, or being doused in ice cold water. Then Sirius is retracting his hand back to fan his face. Leaving you to contemplate the newfound wetness between your legs. These slivers of contact were all you had to go on over the past week. Light touches, grazes and slip ups here and there. Far too minimal and devastatingly un-satisfying. It made your head spin, and your fingers tingle. You'd put on a brave face, but the waiting game was finally catching up to you.

‘I really don’t feel well’, you say, furrowing your brows together, gripping the wooden chair beneath you tightly. Desperately trying to bring balance to your very out of balance mind and body.

‘You and me both Y/N’, Sirius says under his breath, before turning to take notice of your genuinely sickly state. In an instant he’s fanning you instead, desperately, and with both hands.

Remus turns to look at you, and he isn’t able to hide his concern. 

‘Ohhh, my baby’, he coos, clasping his hands on either cheek to wipe your sweat away. You cross your legs in an instant.

‘Is it all too much for you?’ he continues, and you nod desperately between his hands, gripping onto his wrists to keep them there. It’s strangely counterintuitive. It’s the hottest week the Scottish Highlands have seen, probably ever, and you’re in despair to be touched. When you should really be shrinking away from any skin-to-skin contact. Somehow their attention is your salvation, the eternal cool to the blistering heat. 

Remus leans down to nip at your neck then, stealing a sweet kiss and a quick bite to the skin, soothing it with his tongue. And you fucking moan in your history of magic lecture. You’re reaching delirium, you really can’t be held accountable. Thank Godric, amongst the room full of overheating, whining students it isn’t particularly out of place. But even if someone pulled you up on it, you’re not sure you’d be embarrassed. Sirius’s hand returns to your thigh, gripping much tighter than before, sliding the tips of his fingers ever closer to the hem of your ruffled school skirt. Oh, they've definitely caught on. You start whimpering, practically shaking with need. ‘How about we head back up to the dorm? how does that sound?’, Sirius whispers in your ear, and you nod frantically. Remus is just looking at you, his hands still softly clasping your cheeks. His eyes gone black; pupils widened beyond belief. 

‘Just a reminder, public indecency is a crime’, James quips sharply from the row in front, his body contortioned to look at you from behind him. He sounds more frustrated than he does humorous in his remark, quite out of character for him. You’re not sure how long he’s been watching you three. Lost in your daze. He looks more out of it than he did just a minute ago, and his eyes lock onto yours. His lips are bitten, with sly traces of shredded skin, and he’s most definitely panting, as Sirius put it earlier: “like a rabid dog”. Your two boyfriends glance between each other, subtle knowing smirks gracing their lips.

‘Jealous, Prongs?’, Sirius tests, leaning forward endearingly, so the ends of his longer hair fan over James’s face.

‘Oh fuck off’, James whispers in defeat, and the tinge on his cheeks looks more like embarrassment than a just hot flush - as he turns his head back to face Bins at the front of the hall.

Remus and Sirius keep their eyes on one another for a little while, taking in James’s outburst. Some sort of silent communication takes place between them, and from the way you read them oh so easily you know they’re saying: ‘we’ll talk about that later’. 

Their attention returns to you. ‘How about we head up then, dove?’, Remus says, and you know it’s not really a question. 

‘y-yeah…’, you whimper, moving to stand as Sirius has already hastily packed up all your things on your behalf, slinging your bag over his shoulder. Remus keeps a firm hand around your waist, guiding the three of you out through the back of the lecture hall.

#poly!wolfstar x reader #wolfstar x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x remus lupin #remus lupin x reader

[grogusmum]

Hi my sweet friend Hazel:

It’s been a rough week, and I wondered if for your Slumber Party Saturday, you could write me a little “He .oves me so he’s gonna hold me while I cry and make me feel better ficlet with the Pedro man of your choice?

(but NOT Max Lord.)

I hope you know how much you’re loved!

Quica! I'm sorry this is coming to you in the morning, I was getting sleepy, and I wanted to give it the attention it deserved (so many typos in some of last night's answers 😬)

Okay, I am thinking this is a job for Frankie.

Every Day's A New Day

FRANKIE MORALES x READER

What a week. Nothing was going right, and you were at the end of your tether as you drove home Friday after work, so glad to be done. You turned into the drive, gravel crunching under your wheels, but Frankie's ancient truck wasn't in its spot. You checked your phone for messages, saying he'd be late, to find nothing. With a hitched sigh, you wearily hauled yourself out of the car and made your way up the walk.

"Hello?" You called somewhat flatly to house at large. Raffi came running tail wagging, and you gave a watery smile. "Hey boy."

You leaned over and gave the little dog's large ears a scratch as you plunked your bag on the bench and kicked off your shoes.

You made your way to the kitchen and Raffi followed behind, but not with the intensity of a dog looking for his evening meal after everyone has been away - just then the door from the garage opened and Frankie walked in wiping his hands with a shop cloth, a smile breaks warm and wide.

"You are home!"

"Yeah, the truck needs some babying," Frankie tucks the cloth in his back pocket, then his face falls as your eyes well with is a weeks worth of unshed tears, " oh hey, it looks like you need some too!"

Frankie opens his arms, and you tuck yourself as tightly to him as you can. Then his arms, strong and sure envelop you.

"Shhhh," he murmurs, "quireda, I've got you."

Your tears come, finally, freeingly, in the safety of Frankie's embrace. And he just holds you as you cry, kissing your hair and murmuring sweet words, rocking you gently, as he hums a song you can't quite make out yet...

"...love you more today than yesterday, but, darling, not as much as tomorrow..."

You give a small smile and give Frankie a kiss, humming with him.

"Do you want to talk about it," he says after you give a shuttering breath.

"Yeah, but not yet."

"Okay, let's go and get you on the couch."

"I don't want you to let go," you muffled voice comes from his shoulder.

"Oh no, I'm not letting go. You're going to sit right down on my lap."

Frankie leads you into the airy living room and plunks down on the couch arms, never leaving you. You give a little laugh as you both go down. Your legs across his lap, your side tucked into his broad chest.

Frankie's arms tighten, and his mouth roves gently over your neck.

"So, how can we turn this week around?"

🐟🧢🐟🧢🐟🧢🐟🧢🐟🧢🐟🧢🐟

I hope this brings a smile to your face, and you have a better day today than yesterday, and even better one tomorrow 💚

Song: More Than Yesterday by Spiral Starecase

#slumber party saturday #q³ in my inbox #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #comfort ficlet

[stiffyck]

Random Scar thoughts, but we should just make him as any mob in the game at this point. (Which, i think you've done, actually lol)

Pig/Piglin/Zoblin/Hoglin? He's got the ungligrade legs, he's taking potions to stave off the zombitication in the overworld, he's constantly forgetting them and respawning in the nether, and hes TRYING HIS BEST DANG IT

Cow/Moobloom/Mooshroom? It changes from season to season. in S7 the mycelium resistance kept trying to add mushrooms to him. He's absolutely living his life in the more open planes and centaur friendly setup of S10.

Chicken/Parrot? Avian/elytrian scar. Big wings. Constantly broken and unpreened feathers. Gem has to hunt him down to preen them. Bonus points if scar is 🤏 thiiis big.

Cat/Ocelot? What else is there to say.

Wolf/Dog? Reddog gets a new packmate! We can assign him the new dog types at random. Big tail wags. Very protective of him and his, ya know? Sleeping on his back in front of the fireplace.

Bat? He never lights up his builds because he just cannot tell that they are too dark. he's got great night vision. also bat scar gets to hotguy people upside-down while startling them in caves and I just think thats neat.

Dolphin/axolotl? We just love mermen. He keeps losing limbs as an axolotl and not batting an eye because its gonna grow back anyways.

Sniffer? Big man. fuzzy man. BIG. NOSE. Need I say more.

I can keep going, man. I just don't want to accidentally give you a freaking essay lmao

YES I LOVE ALL OF THESE.

Scar as a piglin brute specifically is so funky to me. I have an au with him and I've drawn him a bunch in the past. I should draw him again. He's so silly.

The cow one is so cute with the mushrooms. The idea of grian and the rest if the mycelium resistance trying to grow mushrooms on him is so funny sivkejgwjg I love that. He should be friends with the moobloom mumbo I drew a while back.

Chicken and parrot are both good options but consider: vulture scar. Or kiwi scar. Kiwis have teeny tiny wings okay. Consider that. No one even knows scar is an avian because his wings are tiny

Cat or ocelot scar is a classic. Silly little cat boy.

Dog or wolf scar would be so cute. He'd be wagging his tail 24/7.

Bat scar... extra hotguy action. That would be so fun.... consider: the reason scar is so clumsy is because his eyesight is worse and he relies mostly on his hearing and echolochation which isn't the best for him since he's still also partially human.

I don't like dolphins but axolotl scar would be so silly.... the whole bit recently on one of his streams where his hand doesn't show uo after grians prank kills him? Scar not even realizing he lost an arm until someone points it out to him.

SNIFFER YES. BIG NOSE. BIG FLUFF. I need to draw the nifflins again... scar is a piglin in that au but shhhh

Anyway I love all of these

#asks #gtws

[cloudcountry]

assigning the ikepri characters love languages with my very limited knowledge of their characters because i thought it would be fun PART TWO

(part one: ikevamp)

sariel had me stumped for like twenty minutes HELP!!! i literally have no idea but uhhhhh hm. acts of service maybe. BUT ALSO WORDS OF AFFIRMATION but not in the cheesy way, in the way where he likes praising mc when she does something well C:

nokto seems like he’d be really touchy or just praise the people he cares about a lot. i’m leaning more towards praise, so words of affirmation? but honestly this man is an enigma i don’t understand HELP

leon is so physical touch coded...i am not sure what it is. he just seems like such a sweetheart that would love holding his lover and swinging them around and touching them in any way he could. very tender vibes :((( he seems so kind.

chevalier.....HMMM CHEVIE..............maybe quality time??? since he doesn't really seem to find other people all that interesting or like spending time with them. since he likes spending time alone, his time might be precious to him and sharing it with his lover could be a big deal. idk HELP

licht is a hard one but i guess physical touch? maybe? but im also getting an acts of service vibe. i know literally nothing about him though except for the fact that his route is really really sad.

clavis has the unfortunate love language of making you horrendous food (okay so yes i might have looked through my friend’s playthrough of him but that means NOTHING okay i still don’t know anything about him SHHHH) ANYWAYS an actual love language...physical touch maybe? i remember seeing somewhere that he's a leg man LMAO

rio is NOT debatable. he is words of affirmation. but yk, whatever love language you want him to have he will have. but seriously just from the prologue alone i’m convinced if words of affirmation had a definition it would just be his face.

jin seems like he would be all for physical touch!! i feel like he's one for words of affirmations too but i think he’d like holding his partner...kinda like leon but with less puppy dog energy???

yves seems like he loves giving quality time!! i’ve played a little bit of his route so obviously i know a bit more about him than i do the others right now but he takes time out of his day to make sure the mc is comfortable. just spending time with them is enough and i think that’s so sweet :C

luke is kinda tough too but i think he’d appreciate quality time? he seems to like being alone for the most part and honestly i can picture him just spending time with his lover whenever he can. he’s another one that seems really sweet honestly :C

gilbert’s love language is killing people for you /j but um actually i think maybe. quality time? vio HELP. i think he likes reading so maybe reading w him in the library. i dunno he’s got me stumped.

keith seems so sweet :(( um i think!! words of affirmation!! he seems like someone that would think he might hurt you if he touched you, so physical touch doesn’t feel right to me. he does seem like the type to whisper a soft “i love you” or hold pinkies.

silvio screams gift giving and i don’t know if this is because nobody else has given me gift giving vibes or because he seems like a rich brat type BUT. gift giving methinks. he jingles and jangles and maybe you should jingle and jangle with him

#auburn talks ikepri <3 #ikepri #ikepri yves #ikepri gilbert #ikepri rio #ikepri chevalier #ikepri clavis #ikepri silvio #ikepri leon #ikepri sariel #ikepri nokto #ikepri jin #ikepri luke #ikepri keith

[threadsun]

Anonymous Asks: "Bondage with a little bit of non con, reader has a turn with "breeding" bo?"

Yes!!! Let this puppyboy get bred!!!

Content: noncon to dubcon to enthusiastic consent, bondage, breeding kink, heat, gn!reader with a dick, mild somnophilia, handjob, fingering, anal, creampie, use of words like pup and Alpha

It’s only fair, really.

All the times he’s tied you up. All the times he’s growled about putting a litter in you. All the times he’s treated you like his personal breeding bitch.

And now he’s whimpering so cutely in his sleep, all curled up in bed next to you. How can you resist? He can’t really blame you. Not when he’s making the whole bed warm, his face flushed, panting and needy.

His heat.

He’s hinted at it before. Dropping mentions of it in conversation. But he’s never really talked about it much. All you know is that he has a heat cycle. And… well, the internet’s certainly taught you what that means~

Your biggest obstacle is finding where he stashed his rope. One you’ve got that, it’s only a matter of gently tying his wrists and ankles to the bed, legs spread for you.

He’s just so cute like this! His cock is so hard, the head flushed and dripping precum already. He’s pink all over, hot to the touch, and squirming every time your fingers brush his skin.

You can’t help yourself. You wrap your hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. It twitches in your palm and he stirs, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he tries to figure out what’s going on.

Your name slips from his lips as a confused whine, hips bucking involuntarily into your hand. He tugs at the rope binding him to the bed.

“Puppy, what’s happening?” His hands clench as you roll your palm over the head of his cock.

“Shhh, just be a good boy for me,” you soothe him in a gentle voice, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Your hand keeps stroking him firmly as you speak, “you’re in heat, pup. Your body is aching to be bred. So I thought I’d help!”

Your words draw another whimper from him. He can feel it. The heat inside him, burning him up. Desperate to be touched, to be held, to be bred. He hates it. He’s always hated his heat. He’s supposed to be an Alpha! He’s meant to be the one doing the breeding, not the one getting bred!

“It’s okay, pup.” You feel Bo tense as you circle his hole with fingers, slick with lube. “Just relax, let your Alpha take care of you~”

“No…” The word is gasped out, more a moan than anything as one of your fingers gently works its way past his tight ring of muscles. “No, no, no! I’m the Alpha!”

You can’t help but laugh. It’s so cute! He’s usually such a big, tough dog. But right now, he’s just a needy little pup who needs you to breed him. Even if he doesn’t realise it yet.

“Alphas don’t go into heat though, do they?” Your voice is a slightly patronising hum. “That’s okay. You’ve got a real Alpha here, ready to breed your tight little hole.”

“No no no…” It’s hard to believe he doesn’t want it, when his hips buck into your hand and his hole clenches around your finger so tightly.

You ease a second finger into him, starting to stretch him out. He’s so receptive, physically. His body is just begging for you to get your cock in him, to breed him like he deserves.

“Shhhh, it’s okay pup. It’s okay, good boy.” He can’t help but melt at your praise, slowly starting to give in to how good it feels.

You finger him open gently, stroking his cock with your free hand as you prep him to take you. He’s so cute, the way he squirms against the restraints, tears welling in his eyes as his hips move against you.

“Please…” it’s a desperate little whine in the back of his throat, his ears pinned back as he gives you his best puppy eyes.

You swear under your breath, kneeling between his legs and spreading slick lube over your cock. You press against his tight hole, leaning down to kiss him as you push in.

He moans against your lips, welcoming your tongue into his mouth as you bottom out in him. You have to take a moment. He’s so hot and tight and you don’t want this to be over too soon…

“Fuck, pup.” You sigh out against his lips, still stroking his cock as you give a slow roll of your hips. He tugs at the ropes again, whining for you. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Another plea slips from his lips, and he doesn’t seem sure if he’s begging for more or begging for you to stop. It doesn’t matter. Your puppy’s in heat, and you need to help him~

And fuck is he hot. The way his eyes roll back when you thrust your hips just right. The way he pants and whines, grinding his hips back against you. The needy keen of your name falling from his lips over and over.

“Gonna breed you, pup~” You speak between sloppy kisses, tongue delving into his mouth each time. “Gonna fuck a litter into you.”

It’s something he’s said to you so many times when your position was swapped. But something about hearing it from you makes him gasp, arching his back and bucking his hips into your hand.

“Please~” It’s clearer this time. He’s begging for more. Begging you to fill him.

Filthy things come from your mouth. You’re not even paying attention to what you’re saying, too busy pounding his tight little hole so you can fill him.

He finishes first, your cock pounding against his prostate, spilling warm cum over your hand. With a few more thrusts, you bury yourself deep in his hole and cum as well.

He gives little yelps and whines as you fuck your cum deeper into him for just a moment. Then you collapse onto him, holding him close to you.

“Good boy… You took me so well…” You can feel his body cooling off under you, the flush fading as his heat subsides. His need to be bred is satisfied for now.

You untie him, pressing soft kisses to the marks left behind by the rope. Now it’s time to be gentle with him, to care for him while he recovers.

You wrap your arms around him and let him nuzzle against you. He’s so warm and cosy, no longer uncomfortable from his heat. You let your lips settle against his forehead.

“Such a good boy.”

#dachabo #bo x reader #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine #dark side of the sun #crosspost

[mj-skyair-star]

█🕹️👾🎮Chapter 5: Trouble░▒▓█

March 29th, 2036, Saturday, 6:23 a.m. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "No fair! You have a dog to pull you up that dang hill while I have to stop and run up!" For the past five minutes, he's been complaining about it.

He shouldn't have asked for a race in the first place anyway, hehe. He'll get over it eventually, don't worry.

We were skating down the road to my house casually. I teased him about his loss for the past five minutes as well.

"Well, what can I say? You were the one who wanted to race me. You just didn't think this through," I slyly told him as I earned back an annoyed huff from the boy.

The five minutes had evolved into ten minutes of Oscar complaining (I didn't mind any of this, and on the plus side, I was too focused on bragging about my victory in my head.) However, we soon ended up going completely silent... awkwardly... Oh, I don't know. Oscar spoke again. I thought he was going to continue complaining about his defeat.

Turns out I was wrong. He moved on to something else instead.

I told you he'd get over it.

"So... Does that mean the stuff we packed was unnecessary? Since we're heading to your place to tell your neighbours about our family going missing out of the blue,"

"Pretty much. I even asked myself about that, hehe," ok, maybe some short conversation.

We were much quieter than I thought... or should I say too awkward?

Pew!

Just as I skated past Oscar, I heard a crushing sound. My board stopped at the same time as Winter. As I turned around I saw Oscar on the ground... Damn, I actually jinxed it... And there begins my panic.

"Oscar!" I got off my board and ran over to him (with Winter following behind). The blonde-haired boy sat up and held his left knee close to his chest as soon as he felt pain in his leg. He hissed in anguish, gritting his teeth as if he didn't want to shed a tear. "Are you alright!?"

"Yeah... Ah, I'm fine..." He answered while he let go of his knee to see how severe his injury was, which turned out to be more serious than we expected.

He has a large scratch, large enough to start oozing blood than a little amount, something I'm not a fan of.

"Press your knee as hard as you can, so you don't get blood dripping down to your feet. I'll get my first aid kit," Oscar listened to my order and used both of his hands to press down the cut as hard as he could, preventing any single drop of blood from touching his white socks by laying his leg down flat (having to lead forward slightly to keep the blood pressure in).

Meanwhile, I took off my aqua bag, placed it down then unzipped the bag to pull out the first aid kit to take out the bandage.

"Hehe, I guess we both thought of packing a first aid kit, huh?" The blonde laughed, trying to brighten the mood, but I was already not too thrilled.

"I figured this would happen, you are very lucky that we didn't skateboard down a hill, you would've gotten more injured than this, without a helmet," while I looked through my bag, I also took out my drink bottle.

Because there was quite a bit of blood, I cleaned it with water. As soon as I saw that there was not much blood oozing out, in a hurry, I bandaged Oscar's injury. The bandage might get a bit damp because of the water but oh well, it's all on him anyway.

"You know, you could have told me that you ran out of wipes? I would have been happy to lend you mine," I didn't say anything. I was a bit too upset at him for his stupidity that he wasn't bothered to wear a helmet, despite that he doesn't have injuries on his head, but still. And now I notice that he has some blood smeared on his palms, ugh. "... I also see your point now... Please don't be mad at me. Next time I'll wear my helmet without thinking I'm an 'unfallable' boy, hehe. Besides that, it's not my fault that you jinxed me," I stared at him... A bit more of a glare, actually. Even if he's remorseful.

"Unfallable is not a-"

"Shhhh, let the word have its moment,"

"... Ok. Whatever."- I rolled my eyes- "You're lucky I have a brother who has a helmet," I told him with a slightly displeased mixed 'happy' smile. I don't know if he was listening or not because Oscar just pulled out a drink bottle from his bag, and dripped some water on his hand to wash off the blood. After he was done, he put the green bottle back again. Just as we placed our bags on our backs. "Let's get going-"

"Hold on," I raised my eyebrow just before I was about to stand up.

Winter tilted his head and made an 'arwo' sound in confusion.

"What is it now?"

"Something or someone shot my wheel," Oscar said suspiciously. I'm sorry, what? He grabbed the board that was behind him to have a look at his wheels. I watched. Our eyes widened when we saw the front wheel of the board... burned, smoking and glowing a deep, hot red. My friend didn't look too pleased about it when he examined it. "It looks like some sort of laser gun that shot it," he told me, becoming slightly angry.

By the looks of this board, something made my stomach turn upside down.

"A-Are you sure?" I've become a little freaked out about this.

"Can a bullet burn a wheel?"

"Well... no-"

"Exactly! Now I have to buy a new one..!" He dropped his board harshly and crossed his skinny arms like an agitated toddler wanting lollies.

"You can just ride my skateboard with me..." I suddenly suggested...

"Why did I think that!?" I realised immediately and swiftly turned my head away from him.

My cheeks grew pink. It's just a ride, I know, but a boy riding a skateboard with a girl? That just seems like something a cool couple would do, right?

"On second thought, we'll just walk..."

"Um... A-Alright?"

***

Ten minutes later. (We're still on good terms by the way, and I've moved on).

"Do you feel like we've been followed?" Oscar asked in a suspicious tone.

He stopped and looked around the area. Me and Winter did the same.

Here we are on an open road surrounded by trees, bushes, and free land on either side of the road. The sun is about to rise soon and... We probably won't see anyone unless... God, I hope it's not TS (The Slayers).

Although, admittedly, I did feel like we were being followed too...

"Um... Y-Yeah..." I am getting anxious.

God, when will this nightmare end?

All of a sudden we heard movement coming from the wild bushes... Our heads shot around the forest in a dash. My gut felt like it was carrying sacks of bricks. I know it's a trap...

"Oh no. NO! This is not happening!"

"Let's just go," I groaned fearfully and grabbed his wrist so I could drag him away, but he was too heavy and strong to budge.

"Hang on Iris, I got to check something out first," he couldn't take his damn blue eyes away from this bushland! Of course, curiosity took over. He's just like his dad! "It could be an injured animal," he went on.

"If it was an injured animal we would have heard any sounds of pain from them!" The blonde-haired boy glanced at me with a slight annoyance on his face.

"Can you please stop trying to drag me away?" Why did I stop? "And can you let go of my wrist?"

"Nope," I shook my head rapidly. I am not letting him step one foot in there. I have a remarkably uneasy feeling about all of this! And how is he so chill about this!?

"Why? All I'm going to do is look around and then come back. Why are you suddenly like this?" I ignored the last bit and tried to convince him not to go.

"You might get hurt in there or-or-or a snake may bite you out of nowhere-"

"Iris, you're being so stubborn about my safety," my friend laughed which made me frown a bit and grow red. "C'mon, it's only a quick check," I thought for a moment before I had my answer.

"... Okay, fine, but on one condition,"

"That is..?"

"Winter is coming with you,"

"Fine by me," I let go of his wrist and Oscar pulled out his yellow cricket bat that was sticking out of his camping bag. He handed it to me. "If anything did happen, you got your defence," he grinned before disappearing into the hollow forest along with Winter.

"... We're goners for sure..."

I felt like there were so many eyes watching me... As if it were safe to strike me. My back shivered from those feelings.

"Just be careful down there!" I called out.

"We will!" He called back. After him, Winter barked.

... Now I'm alone again... I stare fearfully down at the forest. Fear grew in me even more than before. I remember how scary it was when I was alone... outside...

***

I might lose it.

They've been gone for nearly five minutes. This worries me way too much. They should be back by now.

"How long does it take to do a 'quick check' huh?! What if something happens? What if a wild animal attacks them? What if the villains- Calm down, Airis! They'll be back soon..." And yes, I began to have some fearful thoughts about the possibility of what might happen to them...

Now, explain, why do I get a weird feeling that someone is right behind me..?

...

I-I-Is that... heavy breathing... That I can h-hear..?

... I did not want to believe that, even though I already have...

I turned around, but no one was there... I made sure I had a proper look around. The sun was already rising slowly so I guess it made me feel a little better than the dark.

"... Huh... I could have sworn there-... I'm just paranoid right now?" Maybe I am, but I can't be too sure that I am just being paranoid and that my mind is just playing tricks on me because of the fear I have experienced so far.

Uneased, I turned back to the forest for a second time, on the lookout for my dog and that impulsive boy. Still no sign of them... My whole body would have drained out the colour by now.

"What the heck is he doing down there?" I mutter, tightening the yellow bat out of stress.

Snap!

My body shot up and froze right away. That definitely sounds like someone is right behind me.

Holding the bat higher, closing my eyes, and tightening my grip even more, I let out a shaky breath and-

BANG!

SWUNG THE CRICKET BAT IN THE NICK OF TIME!

OOF!

My hazel eyes snapped open until they were as wide as a ping-pong ball.

I discover what I hit or shall I say, who I hit... that I might be doomed to.

It was a leaf colour bot that had a dark green mohawk-looking metal, a spiky bracelet around his neck and both of his wrists... and his bright yellow eyes stared at me in light anger- I HIT SCRAP METAL!

"Oh CRAP!" I watched him stand up and... cackle? Huh??? (I also felt very small because of his height. Scrap is, I think, around six feet tall. I'm only five point two).

"I mUsT aDmIt, YoU hAvE a PrEtTy GoOd AiM aNd SeNsE," he said, glitching.

Since I'm dreading it, I don't know what to say! This guy is bad news!

I noticed something as I stared at him in complete fear... The front of his metal mohawk hair... He's missing a piece... Why is that relevant, Airis?

"W-What d-do you w-want?" I stammered, clutching the bat dangerously tighter than before, which caused him to cackle again.

"TrYiNg To Be BrAvE, hUh? HoW cUtE," Scarp mocked as he began to walk towards me with a smug smirk, a large one.

As soon as he approached, I took a step back every time he got too close.

"I-I know you guys were following me before," he smirked wider.

"AnD wE kNoW yOu KnOw. If It WaSn'T fOr YoUr... DoG... We WoUlD hAvE gOtTeN yOu By NoW,"

"What?" My expression immediately switched to confusion. "Why he is telling me this? And what does he mean...?" It did take a lot of brain cells to click.

A gasp escaped my mouth as my heart dropped. I was in mega shock to even think of that! It spread like wildfire.

"YOU KNOW WHERE I LIVE!?"

"HA! I fIgUrE yOu'Ll rEaLiS- OW!" The bat hit him across the face, caused by me.

Once again. As clear as day, I'm absolutely resentful.

HOW DUMB IS THIS ROBOT DUDE!? IS HE AS DUMB AS DRILLBIT AND QUINN!?

I hit him multiple times, making me want to dig under someone's skin.

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO RUINED MY MUM'S GARDEN!"

SLAP!

"OW!"

"YOU TRAPPED MY HUSKY IN THE SHED!"

BONK!

"OW!"

"YOU TRY TO KIDNAP ME!"

SLAP!

"OW!"

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY FAMILY-!?" Scrap Metal caught Oscar's bat before it got to him, again... Fury retreated for fear to replace the spot. I realised what I'd done... I snapped again, didn't I? Did I mention before that you don't mess with Scrap Metal? He growled at the same time as about to get up on his feet again. Rather than look at the road, his head turned toward me, giving me the impression that he was losing his marbles. I was also shivering, I was frozen in place. Scrap has an enormous crack on his face, across his eye. His yellow eyes shot a fierce glare into my soul. I knew I was in massive trouble... My grip of the bat loosen while showing the bot the 'Yeah, I fucked up' look. "Ah, ha, ha, ha, sorry man, I guess I lost it just like... You... were..?" Smiling out of apprehension, I told him. Bad call. Scrap began growling like a very angry lion and snatched the cricket bat off my weak grip and threw it pretty far from us... My hazel eyes and head watched the yellow bat as it landed in some bushes... far behind me... What a throw, a very.... strong one... Instantly, I turned back to Scrap Metal who looked like he was about to jump on me and rip my head off. Well, when I said 'was about to jump on me,' he literally did but missed since I dodged. As I was about to run, something or someone grabbed me from behind. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" I began kicking the air and jiggling to get off someone's clutches.

Of course, it failed.

Eventually, I 'calmed' down enough to look up and see my captor was- Drillbit..? Has Scrap Metal and Drillbit switched bodies or what?? I didn't hear a single footstep from that chubby bot. That explains why my feet can't touch the ground.

I panicked again as he lifted me up in the air like some trophy.

"I got her!" The dumb bot in the TS member cheered like a five-year-old that won a game without knowing that one of your family members lost on purpose, for you to win.

That's something I kinda like about him.

He's less mean.

Admittedly, he's my second favourite cinnamon roll I know. The poor guy has to join the TS... Yeah... That might be a not-so-good time to talk about that.

At some point, my dark brown hair would have zoomed straight up like Winter's freaked-out moment, except, it’s tied down in pigtails.

The rest of the group emerges from their hiding place. My panic levels are really jumping up and down today. Is that a bad thing?

"Drillbit, stop holding her like she's a toy! Lower her down now!" It was Cybel who demanded, like the sassy 'queen' she is.

I knew Drillbit from the back of my head. As a result, he did as he was told even though he would have felt hurt by the way she said it.

"I did not expect this to happen, then again, we have her," the leader of death comments as he comes towards me and Drillbit- Ohhhh, hell no! Anyone but him! This guy is way more intimidating than Artron himself! I shook unnoticeably, unnoticeable to anyone. "We finally have you in our clutches, you'll be a great asset," I looked away from him in terror, not daring to stare him in the eyes. I can tell he's now in front of me...

"Please be a dream, please be a dream, please be a dream, please be a-" Unexpectedly, he cupped my cheeks and forced me to look at him.

Oh no! I stared into his three eyes!

"Greetings, Airis Gamer~" He greets in a devilish tone, smirking viciously...

I swear, I'm liable to cry at any moment. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[kaizoku-gary]

Flowers

-"Baby, aren't you tired from running through my mind all day?"

Pairing: Franky x Robin

Genre: fluff, romance

Word count: 1730

Warnings: none

Summary: Franky wants to confess his feelings to Robin but not before finding the perfect gift for her.

A/N: based on the prompt "flowers" by @frobinfandays.

Pre-timeskip.

Read it on AO3

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"Franky? Is everything alright?" Usopp asked while entering the shipwright's workshop with a worried frown on his face.

"You seem a little... anxious." He added noticing the way the cyborg checked the clock on the wall every few seconds.

"What?... No... Yeah... I'm... I'm fine." Franky replied with a brief smile, trying to appear as chill as possible.

"If you say so... Why did you call me?" Usopp asked sitting in front of Franky, his eyes studying the cyborg's expression as if he was trying to read the other man's mind.

"I'm finally doing it, my friend!" Franky answered too excited to be able to cover it. "But I need you to help me find something first." He added closing the distance between both of them. The flicker in the cyborg's eyes told Usopp he was much likely going to regret helping him.

"You know we will be arriving at the next island in half an hour, right?" Franky whispered. His gaze locked on his friend. "I've heard this place has the most beautiful flowers in the whole world, and I need you to help me find the best of them." The cyborg concluded and waited for his friend to answer. His legs bounced lightly as he did.

"What? Why do you need flowers?" Usopp couldn't help but raise his voice in a mixture of surprise and confusion. Then it hit him. Oh...

"Is it because of Robin?" Usopp's voice was now barely audible. "Are you gonna give her flowers?"

"Yeah, but not only that. I'm finally confessing my feelings to her." Franky replied with a smug smile on his lips, before letting out a long sigh as he rested his back on the sofa.

"WHAT!?"

"Shhhh!"

*****

"No, you don't get it! They are not suuuper enough." The cyborg said the flower pot back on the display table with slight disdain. A hint of growing desperation in his voice.

"I still think we should have brought Nami with us." The sniper said crossing his arms in front of him. His feet were already hurting from walking all day. "You know they're very close friends... Even Chopper would have been of more help!" He was starting to sound desperate too.

"But you are my friend..." Franky made a pause, looking at Usopp with his best puppy-dog eyes.

"Fine." The sniper sighed after a moment, letting his arms fall to his sides. "We'll keep on searching... But only on this street!" He added pointing his index to Franky's face for emphasis.

"Suuuperrr!" The cyborg replied throwing an arm around Usopp's shoulder before they left to the next florist shop.

*****

"Okay. This is it, Franky," Usopp said tiredly dragging his feet. He was so tired he could fall asleep right there on the cold floor. "I'm sorry, but this is the last shop we're checking today." He added while opening the door.

Both men stepped inside the shop and did the same thing they had been doing the whole day: Usopp would check a side of the store and Franky the other. Once one of them found a pot of promising-looking flowers, they would call the other and ask for a second opinion.

After the first two hours, all the flowers started to look the same to the sniper. He was tired and hungry, but wouldn't forget himself if he gave up so early. After all, he always thought Franky and Robin would make a good couple and was more than happy to help it become true.

"Hey, Franky! Check this out!" Usopp finally called when he found a group of flowers he had never seen before. Maybe it was his tired brain playing tricks on him, but he could swear each flower was changing colors to the rhythm of the faint melody coming from the speakers distributed around the place. The cyborg appeared by his side a second later.

"Suuuperrr!" The sudden victory yell coming from Franky had the same effect on the sniper as a cold shower after three cups of coffee; he was alert now. A group of customers turned their heads around to meet them with disapproving gazes.

"You found them!" The cyborg yelled again, lifting the sniper from the floor and squeezing him between his arms. "I owe you one, my friend."

"So... You got the flowers... What's... next?" Usopp asked while trying to free himself from the cyborg's tight embrace.

"Well. First, I'm gonna invite her to go for a walk; maybe buy her a coffee at the town's square." Franky said putting Usopp down. "Then, when the right time comes, I will give her the flowers and tell her how I feel." The cyborg concluded and a shiver traveled down his spine. Saying his plan out loud made him feel slightly dizzy. He couldn't elude it anymore. It was finally going to happen.

"It will be alright, Franky," Usopp said noticing his friend's uneasiness. "I'm sure Robin feels the same about you. I mean, you guys flirt all the time. Isn't it obvious enough?" He added with a smile while patting the cyborg's shoulder.

*****

The crew was staying at a modest beach house until the Log Pose was done resetting. It was a small place with two big bedrooms, a wide balcony overlooking the sea, a narrow kitchen, a nicely illuminated bathroom, and a cozy living room.

After laying the now asleep Usopp on a sofa, Franky found Robin admiring the sunset from the balcony.

"Hi, Robin," Franky said casually leaning against the rail next to the archaeologist. Her eyes moved from the ocean to the cyborg, and her lips curved in a warm smile.

"Hi, Franky," She replied softly. Her tender tone combined with her big blue eyes staring at him made the cyborg weak in the knees.

"I was wondering... Do you have any plans for tomorrow evening?" Franky asked while having a hard time controlling his racing heart. Please say no. Please. The cyborg thought to himself as he waited for an answer.

"Maybe," Robin replied a little too fast for Franky's liking. "Since we will be staying on this island for only two days I wanted to go out and explore the woods," Robin added. "I'm not sure when I will be back."

Shit. Franky felt the sudden need to sit on the floor and cry.

"Do you wanna come with me?" Robin asked moving closer until their arms were lightly touching. Her eyes moved back to the ocean but her attention remained focused on the man beside her.

"I'd love to." Franky couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh.

*****

Right after breakfast, Franky and Robin were ready to start their adventure. The archaeologist took a small backpack with a notebook, a couple of art supplies, and a bottle of water. Franky was in charge of carrying their lunches in his bag; attached to it was also a mysterious metal box he told everyone contained a set of carpenters tools. He was surprised as the explanation did keep his friends from sneaking a look inside.

"You look stunning," Franky said to Robin once they were outside and the bright sunshine brought out the archeologist's colorful but classy outfit. The wind played softly with her long silky black hair and the cyborg couldn't help but stare at Robin as if he was witnessing the birth of a goddess.

"Thanks, Franky," Robin replied blushing at the cyborg's words. "You look very handsome as well," she added with a wink. This time it was Franky's turn to blush.

A few moments later they reached the limit of the woods. The vibrant green shades of the trees contrasted beautifully with the bright blue sky, and they both stood there for a minute in complete awe.

"Let's go," Robin finally broke the silence, giving Franky's arm a gentle squeeze before walking towards the trees. The cyborg shuddered at her touch.

"Sure," Franky managed to say while resisting the urge to hold Robin's hand.

A few hours later they were so deep in the woods that no sound coming from the lively city could reach them. It felt so peaceful and intimate that Franky couldn't help but close his eyes and take a deep breath. He was ready to expose his heart to the woman of his dreams.

"Is everything alright, Franky?" Robin asked softly, turning around to look at the cyborg.

"Yeah... Would you like to have lunch now?" He offered. Robin nodded with a soft smile and Franky began spreading their picnic blanket.

They ate in silence for a while, sharing flirty looks and warm smiles every now and then. Franky waited until they were done eating, took the metal box in his hands and another deep breath, then cleared his throat.

"Franky, what's wrong?" Robin's worried gaze met his eyes and the cyborg smiled softly, telling her there was no reason to worry.

"Robin," Franky said holding the box tighter. "There's something I wanna tell you," His voice sounded calmer than he thought it would. Robin remained silent. Her eyes never left him.

"I never thought I would feel this way..." Franky said. "Never thought I would meet someone like you," He continued after a long pause trying to fight back his tears.

"Robin, you are the woman of my dreams, and I've... I've fallen head over heels for you." He concluded. His stomach was in knots, but he felt strangely weightless.

"Franky... I..." Robin felt suddenly overwhelmed by her own feelings and tears began running down his cheeks. She never thought of finding someone who could understand her as deeply as Franky did, and she felt like exploding from happiness when she heard the cyborg's confession.

"I've fallen for you too." She finally said and the day suddenly became brighter for the two of them.

"Suuuuperrrrr!" Franky yelled with tears in his eyes before opening the metal box, revealing the most beautiful flowers Robin had ever seen.

"So..." The cyborg said grinning from ear to ear. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"Of course I do!" Robin answered with a laugh before leaning forward until her lips met Franky's.

"You just made me the happiest man on earth." Franky broke the kiss to take Robin in his arms and hold her tightly. They remained silent for a while wearing a peaceful smile on their faces and forgetting about the world around them.

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#frobinmonth2022 #frobin #franky x robin #one piece #nico robin #franky #usopp #this one took a while but I'm kinda happy with how it turned out #I hope you guys like it

[ptergwen]

How about a Tom blurb where u stay up and wait for him when he films late 🥺

awwwh please i made this a lil long cuz it’s a super super cute concept :,)

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tom 🥰

Hey love. We’re on our last shot, should be home soon

you

alright good luck!! i’ll wait for you 🤍

Read at 11:37 PM

that conversation was almost two hours ago. you’re guessing they’re having some trouble with whatever the scene is. tom told you the stunts for this film would be much more demanding, and in turn more time consuming. you know he’s working hard to perform as many of them as he can, as usual.

he’s been working day and night. literally, considering he left in the early afternoon and isn’t home yet. this was only supposed to be a day shoot. you can’t really be upset because it’s not his fault. it’s not easy to run around and do flips of all sorts for a continuous take.

as the supportive girlfriend you always try to be, you’ve decided to stay up for him. tom loves to tell you stories from set whenever he gets back. he’ll rest his head in your lap or hug you against his chest while he talks about his day. it’s a good way for him to unwind and a good way for you to get all the cuddles you missed.

plus, he’s the best storyteller. he could make quantum physics sound interesting if he knew what they were.

you’re currently sprawled across the couch with a fuzzy blanket around your shoulders. very comfortable, perfect place to chill for the night. you usually don’t get to spread out like this because tessa takes up most of the room. she’s on yours and tom’s bed now, probably waiting for you two to come in. poor tess.

you get bored of the lack of content your phone has to offer, so you shut it off. you lay it face down on your chest and close your eyes. your brain knows not to fall asleep, right? this is just a long blink. tom will be home any minute, and... ok. you can kill five of them by taking a quick nap.

tom 🥰

In the car. It’s ok if you didn’t make it x

good, because you didn’t. your nap turned into you passing out completely. tom assumes so since you haven’t answered by the time he’s thanking the driver. he makes a point of coming in quietly, that way he doesn’t wake you or alert tessa. it slips his mind that dogs have advanced hearing.

he takes one step and tessa comes running through the house. damn creaky floorboards.

“i know, hi,” tom speaks to her in a hushed tone, her paws almost tap dancing on the floor. he gets onto his knees to pet her. “hey-“ she jumps up and puts her paws on his chest. “hey, shhhh. quiet, tess. quiet.” he scratches under her chin gently and glances over at the couch. a grin sets on his face when he sees you.

tessa responds with a low growl, which earns more shushing from tom. he gives her his full attention again and cups her cheeks. “shh, love. it’s too late. you can’t-“

“tom?” you rasp, craning your neck to see over the couch. his attempts to not wake you did the exact opposite. he stands up after giving tessa one last scratch under her chin. she finally settles down on the floor. tom offers a smile, an apologetic one and comes over to you.

your blanket is half hanging off of you, hair a mess and sleep shorts ridden up. the combination is precious to him. there’s nothing better he could’ve come back to.

“did i wake you? ‘m sorry. tess must’ve heard me come in.” he’s still speaking softly as he takes a seat on the free cushion. you sit up against the arm of the couch with a lazy smile of your own. “it’s okay. stayed out here for you, anyway.” tom puts your legs in his lap, hands staying around your ankles.

“sorry about that, too. we kept getting the timing wrong for this one part-“ a yawn slips out of you before you can help it. you feel bad because you want to hear about his day, but he doesn’t mind. “i’ll tell you in the morning,” he chuckles out, giving your leg a loving squeeze.

“good idea. aren’t you tired, tommy?” you offer a smirk and reach your hands out for him. he eases you to sit up, then moves his hands down to your hips. “a little. wanna talk to you, though.” your hands resting over his, you lean in closer to him. “talk me to sleep. like, instead of singing,” you request and lay back again.

tom’s hands stay on you, his upper body laying on your legs. you’re okay with the blanket falling off you because he’s so much warmer.

“right here? not in bed?” he quirks an eyebrow and scans your face with those pretty eyes of his. “nuh uh. i don’t wanna get up.” you’re using the couch arm as a pillow, intently looking back into his eyes. you then close yours again. “talk about something that isn’t your day ‘cuz i wanna be awake for that.”

tom presses a kiss to your stomach, where his head is resting. he’s so lucky, so beyond lucky he’s yours. he’s so lucky he has someone to listen to his ramblings and be interested. he’s so lucky you’re here, fighting to stay awake for nothing other than him. this kind of love doesn’t come often.

“alright, uhm,” he starts off, thinking of something to rant about. like you said, he’s a big talker. a wide range of topics is up there in his mind. you let out a quiet giggle when he makes his thinking face. that inspires him. he nods to himself before continuing.

“you. i’m gonna talk about you,” his voice comes out soft like it did earlier. “me? oh, we’re talking shit?” you joke, his fingers digging into your sides. tom pouts at you. “no, all good things,” he assures you and leaves another kiss on your hip. “there are only good things.”

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland writing #tom holland smut

[nerdzzone]

-More Hearts Than Mine-

Summary: Raising a child is hard. Raising a child with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars is even harder. And raising a child with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars who you’re not actually in a relationship with is even harder still.

Especially when a global pandemic is sweeping the world.

With lockdowns and stay at home orders looming on the horizon, the uncertainty of their situation becomes almost too much for Whitney Taylor to handle. Chris suggests that they quarantine together to avoid any potential separations but, given what happened the last time they spent more than a few brief moments in each other’s company, that could cause more problems than it solves…

Chris Evans x OFC

Sequel to: Once Bitten - Twice Shy

Note: Again, just a reminder that all the information I have about covid restrictions in Massachusetts is from google, not first hand experience, so if something seems wrong please just go with it.

Part Three

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Part Four

If avoiding difficult conversations was an Olympic sport then it's pretty safe to say that I would have earned myself a gold medal by the end of the following week. It wasn't all that hard to do though as the exhaustion from parenting during a pandemic was hitting us both. Especially because the weather for the first couple of weeks of April was abysmal. It was cold, stormy and raining almost every day and we were all getting quite stir crazy from being inside constantly - especially our lively and spirited child.

So, it was a massive relief when the sun finally came out.

It was also a relief that it lined up with Grayson's third birthday.

He was going to have a very different birthday than previous years - as most people would over the next few months - but we wanted him to have fun and he was quickly tiring of all the indoor activities that we could come up with.

We set the living room up the night before after he'd gone to bed, putting up a birthday banner with several clusters of balloons, and there was quite the mountain of presents in the corner as most of our family members had sent their gifts in advance. I had hoped to wake up before him, but when I woke up to excited cheers and Dodger barking from downstairs, I knew I was too late. A quick glance at my phone told me that it was only six thirty, but clearly the excitement had gotten him up earlier than normal.

"Whoa, Dodger, Grayson, shhhh," I heard Chris warn the pair of them, his voice still raspy from sleep. "You'll wake up the whole neighbourhood."

I smiled and quickly climbed out of bed. Chris wouldn't let him open any presents without me, I knew that, but I didn't want to keep him waiting for too long.

When I got downstairs, a very excited Grayson was bouncing on the couch as Chris sat next to him, watching him closely with a smile on his face.

"Happy birthday!" I cheered, catching his attention.

He sprang off the couch and bolted towards me.

"Thanks, Mama," He shouted, throwing his arms around my legs and looking up at me. "I'm three!"

"You are!" I smiled as I knelt down in front of him and pulled him into a hug. "You're such a big boy now."

He let me squeeze him for another moment or two before wiggling free.

"Can I open presents?"

Chris laughed at his clear priorities, shaking his head as I stood up.

"Let's just wait for Uncle Scott," he suggested before glancing up at me. "He's putting the coffee on."

"Very smart," I nodded. "I think we're all going to need plenty of that today."

Grayson proved my point by grabbing at his balloons and waving them frantically, setting Dodger off barking again.

"Dodge!" Chris scolded. "It's just a balloon, buddy. Chill."

The poor overwhelmed dog hung his head and came over to me for some sympathy. I happily obliged, cooing some comforting words and rubbing his back.

"Gray, leave the balloons, okay?" I requested. "I don't think Dodger likes them."

Grayson frowned, but instantly let go of the balloon in his hand.

"Sorry, Dodger."

"It sounds like we have quite the party in here already," Scott commented as he sauntered into the room. "Shall we see what's in some of these boxes?"

"Yes! Yes!" Grayson cheered, running over to the presents. "What first?"

"Whatever you want," I told him, smiling as I went to sit on the couch next to Chris. "Do you need some help?"

"No, I can do it!" He insisted, making a bee line for the biggest box and quickly ripping the paper off.

We watched as he opened gift after gift, an ear to ear grin on his face the whole time. Just as he was at Christmas, he was incredibly grateful for every present from the Paw Patrol Lookout Tower that was almost as tall as he was to the dinosaur books that were more educational than flashy and fun.

But there was one gift at the bottom of the pile that Chris wasn't particularly impressed by. The one that my brother had sent.

Grayson opened it, pulling out a t-shirt first.

"What does it say?" He asked, holding up the shirt towards us.

Chris' jaw dropped as I stifled my giggles and Scott burst out laughing.

"It says 'Team Iron Man'," I read. "Remember how Uncle Rob was in a movie with Daddy where they had a big fight? Iron Man was Uncle Rob's character and I think Uncle Jack wants you to be on that team."

"Oh," Grayson smiled. "Okay!"

"Okay?!" Chris protested. "You don't want to be on my team?"

Grayson shrugged as he pulled something else out of the box from my brother.

"Look!" He shouted, his excitement clear as he held up a very fancy electronic Iron Man helmet. "I love it!"

I wasn't even sure that he knew what it was as he hadn't seen any of the movies yet, but his enthusiasm compared to Chris' displeasure was killing Scott and I.

"Oh, it's such a shame that your brother wasted his money," Chris said, his words dripping with sarcasm as he had a forced look of pity on his face. "Those things are expensive and Grayson is never going to wear it."

"I'll wear it!"

Grayson's insistence was followed by him putting the helmet on his head and another howl of laughter came from Scott as a look of betrayal crossed Chris' face.

"Your brother is a jerk."

His words were quiet so Grayson wouldn't hear and I smiled.

"What can I say?" I shrugged. "We're an Iron Man family..."

Chris shot me a glare, but turned his attention back to Gray.

"Well, if you don't want to be on my team then I guess I'll just have to find someone else to have the last present that I got for you..."

Chris was teasing, but Grayson whipped off the helmet faster than we could blink. He looked around, a puzzled expression on his face when he couldn't see anymore boxes on the floor and I shared his confusion as I wasn't aware of anymore gifts either. But the Evans brothers exchanged a knowing glance and I knew they were up to something.

"Maybe Miles would like it," Scott suggested. "He loves Captain America."

"Me too!" Grayson insisted, tossing the helmet aside as if it hadn't been his new prized possession moments ago. "He's my favourite!"

"Oh, is he now?" Chris laughed. "Doesn't take much to make you change your mind, does it?"

Grayson shook his head, oblivious to the fact that he was being teased, but Chris didn't torture him for too long.

"Alright, do you want to see what it is?"

"Yes, I do!"

Grayson leapt up, bouncing up and down with excitement, making Chris laugh as he stood up from the couch.

"C'mon then," he told Grayson, nodding his head towards the door. "It's this way."

Grayson scurried after his dad and I followed, my own curiosity piqued as well.

"What is it?" I asked Scott, but he just shot me a smirk.

"You'll see in a second."

I narrowed my eyes at his secrets and paused at the front door where Chris was waiting for us, his hand on the door knob as Grayson practically vibrated with excitement.

"Okay, close your eyes," Chris instructed. "No peeking!"

"I won't, I won't!"

Grayson covered his eyes as an extra assurance and Chris' grin widened even more as he swung open the door. I put my hands on Grayson's shoulders and guided him through it, seeing a shiny blue bike with a big bow on the handlebars. I felt a flash of worry at all the potential ways for Grayson to get hurt riding it, but there was no time to dwell on that as Chris told him to open his eyes and he gasped with excitement.

"A bike!" He squealed with joy, leaping off the doorstep and running towards it.

He circled it for a moment as if he was really trying to take it all in while I looked up at Chris.

"There better be a helmet with this present," I warned him. "I'm already imagining broken bones and missing teeth."

"He'll be fine," Chris assured me with a chuckle. "It has training wheels, but of course I got him a helmet."

I opened my mouth, ready to share some more potential disasters that could come from this - because even with training wheels he could still fall off or lose control and crash into a tree - but Grayson cut me off.

"Help me, Daddy! Help me!"

He was trying to climb onto the seat, but as I took in the sight of him barefoot in his pyjamas standing in the driveway, I stopped Chris as he moved towards him.

"Wait, why don't we have breakfast first?" I suggested. "We have all day to play on your bike, but you're not dressed or even wearing shoes..."

Grayson's face fell and I felt bad being the mean parent, but Chris nodded in agreement.

"Your Ma's right, Gray," he told him. "Let's go get ready and then we can come right back outside, okay?"

Grayson looked sulky, but reluctantly agreed as he walked back over to us.

"Hey now," Scott said, catching his attention. "No pouting on your birthday! We've got some chocolate chip pancakes to make! Unless that sad face means you don't want them anymore?"

His previous smile slid instantly back onto his face at the promise of such a sugary breakfast and the pep returned to his step as he grabbed Scott's hand before dragging him into the house.

-

I had no evidence to prove my theory, but by the time breakfast was over, I was almost certain that it would have been more relaxing to be in the middle of a hurricane. There was pancake batter all over the room and we practically had to pin Grayson to his chair to stop him from sprinting around the room with food in his mouth. It was a miracle that he got through the meal without choking.

It was impossible to be mad though when he was having such a good time. He'd had so much to adjust to lately, seeing him happy on his birthday was all that I wanted and I was willing to put up with a little more chaos than normal if it made that happen. Within reason, of course. I did stop him when he suggested that we put the entire bag of chocolate chips in the pancake batter and I did make him help me clean them up when he dumped them on the floor in protest of my ridiculous restrictions.

Once the breakfast circus was over, Chris whisked him off to get him ready to play outside while I helped Scott clean up the kitchen before going upstairs to shower and get ready myself.

When I came back down almost an hour later, I felt considerably less frazzled, but the sound of excited squeals and giggles echoing from outside told me the energy levels hadn't died down much. It really was a relief that he was having such a nice day though so I braced myself for more chaos and headed out to find them.

The sight that greeted me melted my heart completely.

Chris was running backwards across the driveway as Grayson rode towards him. He shouted encouragement the entire time, reminding him to keep pedaling and to look where he was going and cheering as Grayson rode past him before turning around and circling back.

"Look, Mama!" He shouted to me as he spotted me by the door. "I'm doing it!"

"You are, baby!" I smiled. "Good job!"

I sat on the doorstep and watched him ride in circles, proud of how fast he'd figured it out, but after a few moments, my attention turned to Chris.

There were few times since I'd known him when I'd seen him look as happy as he did in that moment. When Grayson was born, when he took his first steps and when he first said 'Dada' were probably the only comparable moments I could think of. He looked absolutely gleeful as he chased after Grayson, laughing as he passed him before dodging a different way and waiting for Gray to catch up before bolting off again. The sound of their giggles and shouts filled my heart so much that it genuinely felt like it was about to burst out of my chest and a feeling of contentedness hit me so hard that it almost knocked over.

It was a feeling that told me that they were all I ever needed. Those two boys, making each other dizzy as they ran in circles. Their happiness and love was all I could ever hope to have and moments like these were all I ever wanted to see. I wanted us to spend every weekend soaking in this kind of joy. I didn't want to fight and argue and transport Grayson back and forth every other week. I wanted to give Grayson what he deserved, I wanted us to be a family.

But as fast as that clarity hit me, the knots in my stomach were there to remind me that it wasn't just about what I wanted. It wasn't about what would bring us the most moments of delight, it was about what would provide Grayson with the most stability and being a family might do more harm to that goal than good.

It was a constant battle between my heart and my head, but I was starting to realize that my head was losing. I was clinging to my resistance with all I had, but it was slipping away. I knew I needed to talk to Chris, to sort out the fog in my brain, but for the time being, I pushed it out of my mind. This was Grayson's day and we didn't have time for anymore heart-wrenching conversations.

I was snapped out of my thoughts as Scott appeared from the side of the house on roller blades and the unexpected sight pulled a laugh from my lips as he sailed past Chris and Grayson and headed down the driveway.

"Gray, follow me!"

Gray nodded, frantically pedaling to catch up with his uncle as they sped off down the long drive. Chris watched them for a minute before jogging over to me.

"He got it so fast," he puffed as he fought to catch his breath. "He's a natural."

"The training wheels help," I pointed out, shielding my eyes from the sun as I looked up at him. "But it's fine because he'll be keeping those on until he's at least eighteen."

Chris barked out a laugh, shaking his head.

"No way," he smirked. "We'll have them off by next week."

"Not a chance. I need at least six months to get used to that idea."

"How about we meet in the middle and aim for three?"

"Hmm, maybe," I bit back a smile. "We'll have to see how many injuries he gets with the training wheels on first."

"He'll be fine. He's a champ," Chris grinned proudly. "We've got a pretty great kid."

"We do," I patted the step next to me as I made room for Chris to sit down. "I can't believe he's already three."

Chris accepted my silent invitation and sat down next to me.

"I know," he sighed. "It feels like just yesterday that he was born..."

"He was so tiny," I reminisced. "And you had those huge Captain America muscles."

Chris laughed as he nodded at the memory.

"I was so scared to hold him in case I accidentally crushed him."

"I was so scared of everything," I admitted. "It wasn't until he was actually born that it really hit me that we were completely responsible for his well-being and keeping him alive."

"We've done well with that though!"

"We have," I agreed with a smile. "He's alive and thriving."

"We make a good team."

He flashed me a warm smile that made my heart beat stutter and it almost stopped completely when he stretched out a hand and placed it on mine. His touch was gentle and the warmth of his skin flooded through me even more than the sun streaming down on us. It was a simple gesture, but it eased the heaviness that had been hovering between us lately and I was grateful. I carefully flipped my hand over so our palms pressed together and let our fingers interlace. His smile widened as he looked back out at the driveway, his eyes settling on Grayson in the distance who was laughing at something Scott said.

"Thank you," Chris sighed, his voice quiet and filled with genuine appreciation. "I don't think I've ever said it, but thank you for making me a dad."

His words almost brought tears to my eyes, but I shook my head.

"Chris, you don't need to than-"

"I do," he insisted, cutting me off. "He's the best thing that ever happened to me and he wouldn't be here without you."

"I could say the same," I pointed out, trying to ignore the way his thumb was stroking the back of my hand. "He gets most of his good traits from you too. His kind heart, his sensitive little soul, his loyalty."

"His infuriating stubbornness."

"He gets that from both of us," I smiled. "He didn't stand a chance with that one."

"Well, I hope he gets some of your selflessness," Chris informed me, glancing over and looking a tad sheepish. "Because, as much as I disagree with it and I wish you'd be a little selfish, I get that you're trying to look out for him."

I felt my palms start to sweat and I wondered if he could feel it. I resisted the urge to snatch my hand away from his, trying to play it cooler than I felt. He was watching me closely as I mulled over his words until I found the strength to speak.

"I'm not so sure that it's just him that I'm trying to look out for," I admitted, exhaling a breath that I didn't realize I was holding.  "I do think we have more to talk about, Chris, but I don't think this is the right time."

"You're right," he nodded. "I just felt like I owed you an apology after the other night. I let my feelings get the best of me and I came across a little harsh."

I was about to reassure him that he hadn't when the sound of honking interrupted our conversation. Our attention was pulled to the end of the driveway where two cars - belonging to Chris' mom and his sister - were pulling in as Scott moved Grayson and Dodger off to the side to let them past.

"Did you know they were coming?" I asked, surprised by the little motorcade.

"Nah, I had no idea," Chris shrugged. "We'll stay outside though, keep our distance."

I wasn't worried about that really, I knew all of Chris' family were staying very isolated and being smart about staying safe and we were technically allowed to have outdoor gatherings of up to ten people anyway with the current rules in place. I was surprised to see them though as we'd warned Grayson that he would only get to see most of his family over FaceTime. His excitement at that being untrue was clear as he frantically pedaled back up the driveway to greet his guests.

"Mama! Daddy! Look!"

I let Chris' hand fall away from mine as we stood, smiling at Grayson's excitement as everyone started getting out of their cars. They burst into a rousing chorus of 'Happy Birthday' making Gray's grin grow even more.

"Happy birthday, Grayson!" Lisa beamed as Grayson ran towards her full speed. He threw his arms around her legs before we could even remind him to keep his distance, but Lisa seemed unbothered by it. "Have you had a good day so far?"

"Yes!" Gray smiled up at her. "I got a bike!"

"I saw that!" Lisa matched his enthusiasm. "You're a lucky boy!"

Grayson shot her another smile before turning his attention to his cousins.

"Wanna try?"

His older cousins were probably too big, but Stella's hand shot up first and beat them to it anyway.

"That's really nice of you to share," I called over to Grayson. "But share your helmet too, okay?"

He nodded and struggled with the clip for a few minutes before Lisa helped him take it off and placed it on her granddaughter's head.

Once they were all happy, chasing Stella and Dodger around the drive way, the adults moved over towards us. Lisa was the first to speak, a guilty look on her face.

"I hope you don't mind us just showing up like this, but we couldn't stay away on his birthday..."

"It's great!" Chris assured her. "Don't worry about it."

"And Grayson seems thrilled," I added. "It's nice for him to have other kids to run around with for a bit."

We all turned to watch them as they played until Carly let out a laugh.

"Are Grayson's shoes on the wrong feet?"

I hadn't even noticed, but I laughed as well when I realized that she was right.

"Some days just getting him in shoes at all is a victory," Chris defended himself. "And today was one of those days."

"He's like the energizer bunny this morning," Scott joked. "I can't imagine what he'll be like after we get some cake into him."

"Just think how well he'll sleep tonight," Carly pointed out. "He has to crash eventually."

"I hope so," Chris smiled. "He had me up at six o'clock this morning, I need an early night."

That earned a laugh from the group as his siblings teased him about being such an old man, but I felt a pang of sympathy for him, knowing that he'd been up early with Grayson a lot lately. Maybe it was because we were at his house so it was what Gray was used to, but Chris was definitely the favourite for the early morning wake up call.

We stood in our little circle for a while, just catching up as we watched the kids, all of us enjoying conversation with someone other than the people we were locked up with twenty-four hours a day. It was nice for me to have some female company as well even though Lisa was very pleased to hear that her boys were pulling their weight around the house and not just treating me like some kind of live-in maid.

It didn't take long for the kids to get tired of sharing the bike, especially the older boys who were too big for it anyway, and soon they were swarming around us demanding that we all play a game. After being cooped up for so long, it didn't seem like a bad idea to get us all moving around a little so we agreed and set about the daunting task of finding something everyone was willing to play.

Eventually, we settled on capture the flag - girls against boys. Lisa decided she'd make a better referee than a player so the boys team had one extra member, but they had three children to our one so it hardly seemed like the extra person would cause any unbalance. 

The rules of the game were simple: each team had three flags in our 'end zone' at opposite ends of the large grassy part of Chris' yard and the other team had to try to steal those flags. We had to grab it and run it all the way back to our own end zone to score a point, but once it was safely 'captured' it couldn't be stolen back. If someone managed to snatch a flag, but was tagged on their way back to their end zone then they had to give the flag back.

Lisa was very firm in reminding her children that tackling was not allowed as the Evans siblings were fiercely competitive and it had apparently led to trouble over the years. Once the rules were all set, we took our places and started the game.

The teams were fairly evenly matched. The boys had more strength, but we had more agility and were much better at communicating and working together which led to us easily scoring the first point. While Stella distracted Scott, Carly snuck past him to snatch the flag and she tossed it to Shanna who faked a pass to Stella before throwing it to me to get it to the safe zone. It was a beautifully executed play that showed the boys we weren't messing around.

"Oh, it's on now," Chris called out as he sprinted past me.

Shanna bolted after him, but he managed to grab the flag and throw it to Ethan before she caught up. With all the other boys guarding him, he made it all the way back to their end zone without getting tagged.

"I think having a super soldier on your team is an unfair advantage ," Carly huffed, but Chris shook his head with a smirk.

"Nah, because we have Scott too so it balances out."

"Hey!" Scott protested. "I'll switch teams if you're going to be rude!"

Stella jumped for joy at that idea, pleading with him to come onto our side, but the rest of the boys voiced their protests and he decided that, as long as there was no more hurtful comments, he would stick to his team for now. I used their bickering as a distraction though as I snuck closer towards their unguarded flags. I managed to grab one before Scott noticed and called out a warning to the rest of his team, but when I took off running and Grayson charged towards me, I didn't have the heart to out run him on his special day. I slowed down enough that he wouldn't realize I was letting him win and groaned dramatically as he tagged me, making me give up the flag.

"I did it!" He cheered. "Daddy! Did you see? I did it!"

Stella had a disappointed scowl on her face, but everyone else was understanding as they watched Chris scoop him up onto his shoulders, chanting his name as if he'd just won the World Cup while he carried him back to replace the flag.

Their celebration was short-lived though as we managed to steal the flag again almost as soon as Chris and Grayson were far enough away from it. After another perfectly executed play, the score was sitting at 2-1 for us. The pressure was on after that as we only needed one more point to win, it ramped up the competitive spirit.

We were off to a great start in the next round. Shanna got the flag quickly, but Scott had her cornered almost immediately so she tossed it to me. I got about ten steps before Chris was on my heels and I was forced to throw it over to Carly. Chris turned and went to chase after her instead and without even thinking, I leapt on his back to stop him.

"Hey!" He protested, slowing to a stop despite how he was clearly unaffected by my weight. "Is anyone seeing this? This has got to be a foul! She tackled me!"

"I did not tackle you!" I insisted, clinging to his shoulders with my legs wrapped around his waist. "If it was a tackle, you'd be on the ground."

Chris wiggled around, trying to throw me off his back as Carly sauntered into our end zone with the flag.

"The only reason I'm not on the ground is because you're too weak," Chris argued before shouting to his mom. "That doesn't count!

"No, Mama," Grayson joined in, running over to us looking very disapproving. "No cheating!"

I laughed, but slid down from Chris' back.

"Sorry, I'm sorry!" I held my hands up as I apologized. "I can't outrun Captain America, I had no choice!"

"Well, now you lost the point," Chris teased me, shoving me playfully and making me stumble a step away from him. "So, lets keep it fair and stop trying to cheat."

I swatted back at him as I stuck out my tongue while Lisa made the official call that the point didn't count and Scott took the recently captured flag back to the boy's end zone.

Chris had a new twinkle in his eye as the next round started. He hadn't let me get very far away from him and I quickly realized that I'd made a mistake by antagonizing him. I would be useless to my team if he was on my tail the whole time, but he was a tank and incredibly fast so getting away from him was next to impossible. I watched helplessly as Scott and Miles easily took our flag and dashed it back to their end zone to tie the score.

"Chris!" I whined as I tried to get around him like I was a cornered puppy, trying not to get caught. "Get away from me, you big oaf!"

"Oh, wow," Chris chuckled. "Let's not start calling names and being mean."

I tried to dart past him again, but groaned as he blocked my path.

"You're infuriating!"

"It's all part of the game."

The smirk on Chris' face had my competitive side firing up as I could see behind him that Miles had snatched our last flag. Stella was hot on his heels though, so he had no choice, but to pass to Grayson who was coming our way. Was I going to stop my three year old son from scoring the game winning point on his birthday? Probably not. But I had to at least make my attempt genuine so I came up with a plan.

"Is that..." I squinted off into the distance on the other side of the yard. "Is that Dodger chasing a cat?"

My Oscar worthy performance had Chris spinning around to check out what I saw and it gave me enough time to bolt away towards Grayson who wasn't far away from winning the game for his team. I made it an impressive five steps before Chris figured out what I'd done and came after me. Grayson saw what was happening and dodged to the left so I followed, but my change of direction gave Chris an opportunity. The next thing I knew, I felt a crash against my hips before I was lifted from the ground and found myself dangling over Chris' shoulder.

I let out a squeal of surprise as I kicked my legs, trying to get down, but Chris had a tight grip on me and there was no getting away. The ease with which he threw me around wasn't at all distracting and there wasn't a single part of me that was revelling in his strength. Not at all.

"This is absolutely a tackle!" I protested, focusing my mind back onto my predicament. "Put me down!"

"If this was a tackle, you'd be on the ground," he mocked me. "This is payback."

I had a nice view, my head only inches above 'America's ass' so, swept up in the moment of playfulness between us, I reached down and gave it a smack. He yelped and jumped, shaking me as he did.

"Chris! Put me down!"

My demands were weakened by the giggles that I couldn't hold back, but thankfully Scott stepped in to help me regain some dignity.

"Alright, you two," he called over. "Can we get back to the game now or would you like us all to give you some time alone?"

A blush covered my cheeks as I remembered that his entire family was around us and was relieved when he lowered me to the ground.

"Games over," Chris called back. "Grayson scored!"

Grayson jumped up and down happily, but Stella had a scowl on her face.

"Nuh uh! When Whitney tackled you, it didn't count!" She pointed out. "Grayson's point doesn't count too!"

The joy on Grayson's face fell into a look of anger as he stomped his foot at his cousin’s claim.

"It does!" He insisted. "I did it!"

"Now look what you've done," I playfully scolded Chris quietly before shouting to the rest of the group. "I think we're going to have to let them have the point, ladies. I wouldn't have been able to catch up to Grayson even if Chris didn't cheat..."

Stella's jaw dropped in clear shock that I hadn't supported her protests, but to stop the war before it could start, Chris chimed in.

"Grayson didn't need my help to score that point, I shouldn't have interfered," he started. "But why don't we call it a game and go have some cake?!"

The promise of sugar seemed to quash any animosity between the teams as all the kids let out a shriek of approval at that suggestion and took off running back to the house.

"Oh, yes," Carly sighed. "Because what my children clearly need right now is more energy..."

"It's Gray's birthday," Chris shrugged with a smile as we all followed the children at a much more reasonable pace. "We have to have cake!"

"And if it wasn't his birthday then I wouldn't have let you win."

My taunting earned a bark of laughter from Chris.

"Let us win? Yeah, sure, okay. You just keep telling yourself that you're faster and stronger than me," he teased. "Whatever makes you feel better."

I shoved him, but he was braced for it and I ended up more affected by the impact than him which proved his point, putting a smirk on his face.

"Asshole," I muttered as I shook my head, but I couldn't hold back a smile at how nice our affectionate teasing felt.

-

By the end of the day, we were all exhausted. It had been a fun and very special day for Grayson so we were thrilled for him, but exhausted nonetheless. Gray fought his bedtime with all the will power he had, eager for the day to go on just a little bit longer, but we won out in the end and he made it to bed on time. Scott had gone to his own room while we were fighting with him and Chris and I parted ways shortly after to get some much needed quiet time of our own.

I found myself distracted though, when I was finally alone, as the importance of the day had me feeling sentimental. Watching Grayson grow up and hit these milestones was a joy, but it left me feeling a bit reminiscent of the years gone by. Years when he was even smaller than he was now, just starting to figure out the world and how to speak, walk and be a part of it. The time was really flying by and as I began to scroll through old videos of his first year of life, the nostalgia was almost too much to bear.

Eventually, I stumbled on a video that had distinct parallels of today.

It was a video of Grayson's first birthday when we'd given him his own little cake and let him go to town on it. Of course, as many babies do, he'd stared at it for a moment before smashing his face directly into it. It was adorable and tugged on my heart strings considering how comparatively neat his cake consumption was earlier that day. He'd grown so much in such a short time and I felt compelled to share my discovery with Chris so I dragged myself out of bed and crept down to his room.

There was a fluttering of nerves in my stomach as I knocked on his bedroom door, the feeling only growing as he called out an invitation to come inside. I did as he'd asked and let myself in, finding him leaning back against the headboard of his bed - wearing nothing but his pajama pants - with his own phone in his hand.

"Hey," he smiled. "What's up?"

"I found a video," I told him, standing awkwardly near the foot of his bed. "I was feeling a little sad about how fast Gray is growing up so I was looking back, watching old videos and I found one that I thought you might like to see."

Chris’ smile widened and he eagerly patted the bed next to him, encouraging me to sit. I took him up on his offer and settled in as I unlocked my phone and started the video.

"He was so little..."

Chris' observation came as the camera settled on Gray where he sat in his high chair. Chris was right next to him, a grin on his face as he chatted happily to our son despite the nonsense babble that he got in response. I appeared on the screen after a few moments, carrying a tiny cake as everyone started to sing Happy Birthday. Grayson had a look of confusion on his face as he looked around at the crowd, but his eyes widened when the cake was placed in front of him.

"Go on, Gray," I prompted once the singing had stopped. "You can taste it."

He needed no more encouragement and simply face planted right into it, popping up a moment later with blue icing from the tops of his eyebrows to the bottom of his chin. He had a huge, cheeky grin on his face as he looked at us and, just as he did in the video, Chris laughed next to me.

"Oh, man, it kills you, doesn't it?" He questioned before clarifying. "How cute he is."

I hadn't realized that Chris' arm had found its way behind me when he leaned in to watch until I felt his breath on my hair as he spoke and I couldn't resist leaning back, tucking myself under his shoulder. The whole day, the knowledge that my baby was growing up, had me needing some comfort. It was exciting, to see him learn and shift from a baby to a little person, but at the same time, I felt the overwhelming urge for time to stop.

"It does," I agreed, letting my phone fall to the bed beside me. "I can't believe how much he's changed since then."

"In some ways," Chris agreed, looking down at me with a smirk. "In others, he's still that goofy, reckless baby."

"If he's anything like you, he'll probably never grow out of being goofy and reckless."

I felt Chris' shoulders shake as he chuckled at my teasing and I was reminded of the last time we'd been cuddled up, in a similar position to this, in his bed. I felt a flood of warmth run through my body at the memory as I was suddenly aware of how close we were, aware of how good he smelt and how strong his hard muscled arm felt as I leaned against it.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"I meant it as one," I assured him. "I like that you're goofy. Your recklessness used to give me anxiety sometimes, when you'd always insist that you just had to do your own stunts on Captain America as if you really thought you were a super soldier, but I like that you're willing to take risks."

"Awe, gee, Whitney," he teased, squeezing me closer against him. "It was nice of you to worry about me."

"Of course I worried," I rolled my eyes. "Your muscles are bigger than your brain sometimes."

"Not anymore..." Chris held up the arm that wasn't currently around me and flexed his muscles, showing off a bicep that was still much larger than most even if it wasn't quite up to the Avengers standard. "I'm out of shape."

Against my own best interest, I turned slightly, letting my hand drift up towards his arm as my head fell against his chest. I traced over the bulging muscle and watched as tiny goosebumps rose up on his skin at the sensation. Skin that felt so soft under my touch and I felt his breath shift as he clearly felt the mood between us change the same way that I did. I felt emboldened by how amorous our emotional day had left me as I let my head tip back to find him looking down at me with the same intensity he had a few months ago.

My breath caught in my throat and I couldn't help myself. Despite every alarm bell going off inside my brain, I stretched up just enough to press my lips against his. For a moment, he relaxed. His shoulders dropped as my fingers curled around the arm they were just stroking, but then suddenly his entire body tensed as if he'd been shocked by a bolt of electricity. He jerked away, sliding out from under me and off the bed before I could even realize what was happening.

"No," he said firmly, pointing his finger at me the same way he did to Dodger when he was being naughty. "No, no, we're not doing this again. Not until we talk about it what's going on here."

I felt the sting of rejection so harshly that it almost brought tears to my eyes, but I knew he was right.

"I'm sorry," I squeaked out, my cheeks burning. "You're right. I shouldn't have done that."

My voice was shaking as I scrambled to stand up, the stunned look on Chris' face only adding to my embarrassment. We stood there, staring at each other with the bed between us, but he didn't speak and after a few moments of silence, my shame was overwhelming, kicking my flight instincts into gear.

"I'll go," I mumbled. "Sorry again."

I didn't wait for a response before darting towards the door, but Chris' voice stopped me before I could make my escape.

"Whitney, stop." He didn't shout, but his tone was firm and demanding enough that I froze on the spot. "We need to talk about this. We can't keep going on with it hanging above our heads."

I turned to face him, discovering that he'd moved closer and was standing by the foot of the bed. He was still a few feet away from me, but close enough that it felt almost suffocating and I bit my lip as I stared at his feet, unable to look him in the eye.

"I don't know what to say..."

"I can take it," he insisted, a hint of resignation in voice as he continued. "You've had plenty of time to think it over since our last conversation and you said earlier today that we needed to talk. If you're gonna turn me down, put whatever this is to bed, just do it now and get it over with."

I furrowed my brow in confusion at his words, my heart beating in my chest so fast that I could hear the blood pumping through my ears.

"Turn you down?" I questioned. "Why do you think I'm going to turn you down? I just kissed you."

"That didn't mean much at Christmas."

He had a very valid point and I felt another pang of guilt at how badly I was treating him. I was hot and cold, affectionate and withdrawn, unwavering in my decision one minute and unsteady the next. I hadn't spared much thought to how cruel that was and now that I'd realized, I couldn't hold back the frustrated groan that fell from my lips.

"I don't know what to do, Chris! I think I know what the right decision is. It's what always felt like the safer choice, but then there are times when that's just..." I paused, taking in a deep breath to work up a dash of courage. "It's not what I want."

Chris watched me closely as if choosing his next words very carefully.

"If the safer choice isn't what you want then it sounds like maybe you need to take a risk. You can't live your life making decisions out of fear."

My eyes narrowed. He was over simplifying the situation. That way of thinking might work if it was just the two of us, but with Gray in the middle, things were more complicated.

"It's not that straight forward."

I shook my head as I spoke, but Chris countered with a nod.

"Sure, it is," he shrugged before asking a question that almost stopped my heart. "Do you love me?"

I stared at him, opening my mouth to speak and then closing it again when the words didn't come. I stood there, gaping at him like some kind of ridiculous puffer fish, until I finally got a word out.

"What?"

A smirk slid onto Chris' face at my floundering as he repeated the question.

"Do you love me?" He asked. "And don't say it doesn't matter or it's not important. Just yes or no."

I stared at him for a moment longer as a war between my head and heart raged inside me. Deny, deny, deny was what my head was screaming, but in the end the quiet reminder of now or never from my heart was what won out.

"Yes, I do," I admitted, proud of my voice for not breaking. "I always have."

There was a grin on Chris' face now, but my stomach churned because it didn't mean anything. As I said, I'd loved him all along and yet here we were, no better off.

"That's all that matters then," he insisted. "We can figure out the rest."

"But what if we can't figure it out?" I protested, crossing my arms as if I could somehow fold into myself and disappear completely. "What if it's nice for a while and then it all comes crashing down around us? What about Gray?"

He shrugged again. His whole demeanour miles away from my own. He seemed confident, hopeful, almost excited while I felt nauseous, terrified and paralyzed by fear.

"But what if it doesn't? What if it all works out nicely? Why are you so convinced that we wouldn't last?"

"Because you're you," I reminded him, my tone flat as I stated the obvious. "Hollywood super star, Chris Evans. And I'm me, a boring nobody. You could have pretty much any famous actress you want, the only person who wants to be with me is the creepy maintenance worker in our apartment building."

Chris looked taken aback as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What? I've never heard about this guy."

"He's just some weird guy who does the repairs," I shrugged. "He comments on my outfits and looks at me in this way that makes my skin crawl, but he's harmless."

"Doesn't sound harmless to me," Chris argued, crossing his arms as a thunderous look settled on his face. "Does he have access to your place?"

"No!" I assured him, but after my quick answer I realized that I wasn't so sure. "Well, I don't know. He might have a spare key, I guess. If most maintenance people do? They have to give me notice before they enter the apartment anyway."

"Unless he's sneaking in to perv on you."

"Chris! That's gross!" I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "Why would you put that thought in my head?!"

"I told you that you should have let me buy you a house," Chris huffed. "You're moving when all this covid shit is over."

"Oh my god," I groaned having flashbacks to our conversation a few weeks ago about him buying me a car. "All of this is so beside the point! We're talking about how you'd get bored of me and leave me heartbroken for some flashy Hollywood babe, remember?"

"Right," Chris nodded, letting his arms fall to his side. "But that's such a ridiculous idea that I thought it was hardly worth acknowledging."

His dismissal of one of my biggest fears sent a flash of anger through me.

"How is it ridiculous?" I snapped. "It's true!"

"You know me, Whitney," Chris sighed. "You know that my team had to practically force me into doing Captain America because I had one foot out the door of the whole acting gig and I hated the way Hollywood made me feel. Do you really think that I would give up a chance at a having family with you, someone who I really care about, for some wild, short-lived fling?"

His tone conveyed his disbelief, but he hadn't quite accurately interpreted what I meant.

"I think you'd regret it," I clarified. "I think that once the initial excitement wore off, you'd see that I'm nothing special and that I don't fit in your world."

Chris was looking at me as if I'd grown an extra head and I crossed my arms a little tighter around myself.

"We were friends long before Grayson came around and I've always thought that you were something special. Where is all this insecurity coming from, Whitney? Because I just don't get it."

I swallowed hard as I bit my lip. I felt incredibly vulnerable and the urge to run away and continue ignoring all my feelings seemed much preferable to standing here and analyzing them all, but I stayed strong. We were both adults and this was the only way to move forward. Whether it ended how Chris wanted or not, he deserved to know how I felt.

"I spent a long time convincing myself that you didn't care about me as anything more than a friend. I told myself that it was an insane idea because we're in two very different leagues so there was no point getting my hopes up. Then that night happened and I thought that maybe I'd been wrong, that it could be the start of a really good thing, but then you were gone by the time I woke up and you never called."

I barely choked out the last few words as I fought back the tears that were swimming in my eyes. An unmistakable look of guilt flashed onto Chris' face and he opened his mouth to comment, perhaps to defend himself, but I held up a hand to stop him. I needed to get it out or I never would.

"Then three weeks later, I found out I was pregnant," I continued. "I assumed from your silence that you didn't want to be with me and I knew that we were good together as friends so I kept my feelings to myself and spent the last three and a half years beating myself up for thinking for even one second that you would want to be with me."

"I did want to be with you..."

Chris was looking at me with those puppy dog eyes that he'd mastered and I sniffled as a tear slipped down my cheek.

"I know that now, but I can't just turn those thoughts off."

Chris sighed and rubbed his hands over his face before holding out his arms.

"C'mere."

I shook my head, wiping my tears as I worried that I'd fall apart completely if I stepped into his arms, but when he persisted and gestured me over again, I couldn't resist. I took the few steps needed to close the space between us and let my arms slide around his waist. He hugged me close to his body, burying his face in my hair as pressed mine into his muscled chest. We stayed like that for a few moments until Chris broke the silence.

"I'm sorry. I was an idiot," he apologized, his words muffled by my hair. "I should have fought for you. At the very least, I should have stayed until you woke up and I should have called, but I was scared too."

I felt more tears fill my eyes as I choked out a soft "I know".

Another silence fell between us before Chris spoke again, his words making my heart almost stop completely.

"I was going to propose." I pulled back at that confession, my eyes wide as I looked up at him unable to process his words fast enough to speak before he continued. "I called my mom up as soon as you told me you were pregnant. I wanted her to help me pick out a ring, but she talked me out of it. Said you'd think I was doing it for all the wrong reasons."

My heart fluttered back to life at the sincerity in his admission, but I nodded my head.

"Your mom is a smart lady," I told him. "I absolutely would have thought you were only doing it because you felt you had to."

"It wasn't out of obligation though," he insisted. "Maybe I was getting a bit ahead of myself leaping straight to marriage, but I cared about you. It was an opportunity to make it official, make that commitment and be a family. That's what I wanted."

I stayed quiet, resting my head back against his chest as I tried to take in all this new information. It was a lot to process especially when it directly contradicted the belief I had clung to for so long - that Chris and I would never work and for Grayson's sake we were better off apart. That assumption was so deeply embedded in my brain that it was hard to find the courage to take such a risk.

As if Chris could sense my lingering indecision, he continued.

"It's still what I want," he said softly. "Being here these last few weeks with you and Grayson as a family has been a dream come true. I wouldn't give it up for anything or do anything to jeopardize it if you'd just give me a shot."

The word 'okay' was so close to the tip of my tongue that it shocked me.

That was all I had to do, just open my mouth and agree and he would be mine.

My heart was pleading with me to do it, to take that leap and ignore any of the arguments against it that were running through my mind - especially now that those arguments seemed much less sound than they had a few short weeks ago. I was so conflicted that it almost physically pained me to have to make a decision and I couldn't help, but wonder how he could be so certain.

So, I leaned back and tilted my head so my eyes could meet his.

"How can you be so sure?" I questioned. "After how things have been these last few years, how can you be so confident in your feelings?"

"Because I love you," he told me plainly and with unwavering surety. "If you tell me right now that it's not what you want, then I'll accept your decision. But if there's a hint of a chance, then I'll wait as long as I need to. I've been waiting for years, thinking that I didn't even have a shot, I think I can wait a little longer now that I know that I might."

It was another heart wrenchingly honest explanation, another vulnerable admission, and something in the openness with which he spoke made me realize that over the last three years he had done nothing to earn any distrust from me. Even after the fallout from Christmas, he'd put his hurt feelings and pride aside to make things easier for me. He'd been sincere during every discussion we'd had since then and hadn't been cruel or impatient about my indecision. I had no reason at all, other than my own fear and insecurities, to assume that he was going to break my heart and tear apart our family.

He deserved a little bit of trust from me as well and a clarity washed over me as I finally knew what I had to do.

There were words I could have said, probably should have said, but I didn't feel like there was anything that would accurately portray how I was feeling. I settled for a more direct approach as I pressed up onto my toes and let my lips fall against his.

He tensed at first and for a brief, heart stopping moment, I thought he might push me away again, but he didn't. He relaxed, pulling me closer as my hands slid to cup his neck.

It was a soft kiss. A gentle, loving kiss, that I hoped conveyed what I couldn't figure out how to say. But when our lips parted and he leaned down to rest his forehead on mine, there was a concern in his eyes that told me I wasn't going to get away with it that easily.

"What does that mean?"

I bit my lip, staring up past his long eyelashes into his eyes. There was still a tiny voice in my head telling me to run, to stop being so foolish and leave now before I made a mistake, but my heart had found its footing now and wasn't going to back down. Listening to my head all this time hadn't made things any easier, so it was time to try something else.

"It means," I started, taking in a shaky breath. "I don't want to keep you waiting anymore."

Chris let out a breath of relief as a tentative smile slid onto his face.

"Really? You're sure?"

I swallowed hard and nodded my head.

"Yes," I breathed out, my voice thick with all the emotions swirling through me.

He dipped his head a touch lower until our lips were reconnected. It was a deeper kiss, more desperate than the first as his tongue slid against mine and his grip tightened on my waist, my nails scraping against the fuzz of his recently cut hair. I caved into him, clinging to him like he was a lifeboat in a storm until he pulled back to take a breath.

My chest heaved against his, the adrenaline of his touch and what this finally meant, almost too much to handle. I settled back down, flat on my feet and nuzzled my face back into his chest as I fought to calm my racing mind and just enjoy the moment.

"You really mean it?" Chris asked again, the shakiness of his voice filling me with another pang of guilt. "You really want to give this a try?"

"I mean it," I nodded against him. "Doesn't mean my concerns have all vanished in the last five minutes, but I...I think I need to trust you."

"I won't let you down," he murmured into my hair as he pulled me even closer. Another silence fell between us until I broke it with an embarrassingly large yawn and Chris' chest shook as he chuckled. "Do you wanna sleep down here tonight?"

As soon as he'd asked the question, it suddenly hit me how exhausted I was. Even just the thought of walking upstairs seemed like an impossible task when there was such an inviting, comfortable bed only steps away from where I stood. But a thought popped into my head that I couldn't ignore and I turned my head slightly so I wasn't speaking directly into Chris' muscles.

"What about Gray?" I asked. "He always comes to you in the morning..."

"Would it matter?"

His tone wasn't accusing or annoyed, but genuinely curious as sharing a child did add a strange new element to all this. I didn't really know what the best way to handle it was since Grayson didn't really understand our relationship or know how a typical family was set up anyway, but it didn't seem like the best way to introduce him to the idea.

"I think we should talk to him about it instead of just letting him stumble on us in bed together," I suggested. "But I think maybe we should wait a while?"

Chris' face fell as the look of worry returned.

"You want to keep this a secret?"

"I didn't mean it like that," I shook my head. "You can tell whoever you want, but I think we should figure things out, make sure things are stable between us before we try to explain it to Gray."

"Alright, that's fair," Chris agreed before leaning down to place another soft kiss on my lips. "I'll wake you up before he comes down."

"Okay," I nodded as I let my thumb stroke his cheek.

We reluctantly slipped out of each other's arms, but it was a brief separation as we climbed into opposite sides of the bed. Once we'd turned the lights off, we met in the middle and he pulled me back against his chest, letting me hook my leg over his hip as we settled against each other.

Chris ran a hand up and down my spine as he nuzzled in my hair.

"This feels nice..."

"It does," I hummed. With the darkness around us, the quiet that had settled in, I felt encouraged to say something that I'd felt I should have said long ago. "I'm sorry, Chris."

I felt him tense.

"For what?"

"For messing you around so much," I admitted. "Especially at Christmas...that wasn't cool."

"If I had expectations, I should have laid them out before anything happened." His answer sounded rehearsed, as if he'd spent a long time convincing himself of that fact. I wasn't entirely sure it was a fair statement, but he continued before I could question it. "I can understand where you were coming from, but I promise I won't hurt you."

I felt a pang of uncertainty because that wasn't always a promise that could be kept, but the sincerity in his voice gave me hope. I placed a soft kiss against his chest as his hands slid up under the loose shorts I was wearing to cup my bum.

"I love you," I mumbled against his skin.

"I love you too," he replied, making a feeling of warmth flood through me. "Thank you for giving me a chance."

I sighed happily as my exhaustion had my eyes fluttering shut. I wanted to stay awake, to keep this moment before the brightness of the morning could bring any doubts or second guesses, but I was powerless to resist as sleep overtook me.

-

Part Five

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[zonna-c]

Perfume Disaster

warning: soft/safe vore story

Zonna thought she had made it clear to Asmo to not spray anything near her! After all the trouble she and Satan had went through testing the different perfumes, colognes, lotions and face creams on her back to see which one caused her to break out. Just so Asmo could hug her without her breaking out a rash.

But no, he was just so excited about these new perfumes that smell “oh so good “ he had completely forgotten about her allergy as he sprayed it on her and himself before she could stop him or run away, she had to admit it did smell good like mint mixed with honey?...something sweet, But it was a little strong. She sniffled trying hard not to sneeze and she pulled away from Asmo covering her nose “Oh Zonna I completely forgot I am sooooo sorry!” Asmo whined as she started her sneezing fit sounding more like a kitten than a human sneezing

“I-it achoo f- aa-ine s-shower” Zonna mumble mid sneeze as she walked away to her room leaving Asmo in the hallway as she slammed her door close before jumping into the shower making sure she scrub off the perfume, “well on the bright side Asmo can wear that one, it didn't break me out it just strong.” Zonna grumble after the shower towel drying her hair when Asmo came in.

“I'm so sorry!” Asmo said wrapping his arms around her

“Blow dry my hair and all is forgiven.” Zonna said with a huff, all the brother knew just how much she hated drying her hair, and her bad habit of falling asleep with her hair still soaking wet. Mammon had made it his job to dry her hair before she fell asleep ever since Satan said that humans can get sick if they got to bed with wet hair even though it's a myth!

“Of course.” Asmo said happy as he when to grab her hairdryer having her sit on the floor well he sat on the bed brushing through and blow drying her long brown hair he was careful around her ears making sure he didn't grab her earning as he brushing till her hair was dry and fluffy" there we go like it never happen.” Asmo purred as he put the hairdryer down

“No more perfumes,” Zonna grumbled as she got up sitting down beside him, flinching back when he leaned in closer to sniff her “w-what? Are you doing?”

“You smell really good.” Asmo purred, how had he not noticed how incredible she smelled before? He leaning closer his hands coming up to grab her shoulders easy pushing her down onto the bed as he leaned down close to her neck inhaling her scent “really you smell…, delicious.” he purred into her ear before licking her neck giggling at her little yelp as she shivered

“Asmo!” she growled trying to push him off her “NOT Funny, g-get off!” she grumbled as he didn't move.

He purred pulled back to look at her face “please, let me eat you.” he begged giving her his best puppy dog eyes she blushed looked away from him

When she saw that look in his eye she realized something was seriously wrong. It was like that time with Diavolo and that pudding! But instead of wanting to love her, he wants to eat her! This was sooo much worse! “Asmo no” Zonna said sternly pushing against his chest trying to get him off so she could make a run for it but he wouldn't move “Bad Dog stay!” she shouted the pact makes him freeze up before collapsing beside her unable to move. She quickly got up running out of her room as he called after her begging her not to go.

Now that she was outside of her room she had to deal with the other brothers! She didn't think about that, she just wanted to get away from Asmo! Where could she run to? She couldn't go outside the other demons would rip her apart so no help from the angels or Diavolo. Lucifer! Lucifer has held out against other spells so, maybe, he wouldn't try to eat her? That was her only chance it seemed as Beel rounded the corner coming back from the kitchen. The normally gentle giant was smiling happily eating a sandwich before he saw her. She nervously took a step back from him “sorry beel got to run!” she said and quickly turned to bolt down the hall when he stopped in his tracks sniffing the air drool running down his chin as he quickly gave chase.

She would have screamed hearing his thundering footsteps behind her as he called after her, but she was busy running for her life. Lucky for her there was music coming from the library Lucifer's hidden office! She quickly and suddenly turned into the library banging into the door frame but made it inside and ran to the secret door banging loudly as she watched Beel try to run into the library too only to wipe out and run into the wall “L-lucifer o-open the door!” Zonna shouted, feeling like she was in a horror movie pushing herself against the door as Beel got up and marched up to her looking more like a starving lion than the gentle giant she knew.

Just before Beel could grab her Lucifer open the door and Zonna quickly slipped into the room hiding behind him “what going on?” Lucifer asked as she pushed him out of the way hiding behind him. As Beel growled suddenly in his demon form glaring at Lucifer since he was now in the way of getting his little human snack.

“Give her to me.” he growled

“Asmo sprayed some new perfume on me. I think that’s what causing this, Amso wanted to eat me too but I got away from him, and then I ran into Beel in the hallway.`` Zonna said with a yelp running to the other side of the office as Beel tried to push passed Lucifer and grab her even though Lucifer easily pushed Beel back closing the door, it was scary. hearing Beel roars of frustration as he banged on the door only added to her panic.

“Don't, worry he won't get in.”

“So you're fine?” Zonna asked backing away from Lucifer as he tried to walk over to her tell her back hit the wall causing her to jump looking back as he trapped her against the wall gently grabbing her chin making her look up at him as he lend down breathing in deep

“Mmm…, I will admit you do smell temping, but unlike my brother I won't try and take a bite.” Lucifer purred his chest puffing out with pride as he said that, letting her go walking back to his desk

“Good cause I don't think I can outrun you and Beel.” Zonna said grumbled trying to get her legs to stop trending. looking away from Lucifer trying to calm down and stop blushing before taking a sit by the fireplace

“So do you know what this new perfume Asmo got was called?” Lucifer asked with a sigh as he pulled out his phone

“Umm no but I am sure he posted it on devilgram.” Zonna said before patting her pockets grumbling about leaving her phone in her room with Asmo

“What did it look like?” lucifer asked

“A, purple liquid in a crystal ball looking bottle?” Zonna said as she thought about it

Lucifer found the picture and sent it to Barbatos asking if he knew anything about this perfume's effect on humans. “I guess you just have to stay here with me to tell us to figure this all out.” Lucifer said with a sigh rubbing his forehead, setting his phone down as he started to work on the stack of paperwork trying to distract himself, easily tuning out the Beel as he begged and banged on the door.

She stayed by the fireplace staring at the door, only relaxing when Beel finally stopped banging on the door, it seemed he gave up, or maybe got too hungry and went back to the kitchen, either way she was just glad he stopped. She got up and picked out a book to read, as they waited for Barbatos to text Lucifer back, moving to sit down as far from him as possible. She sat down on the rug by the fire glancing up at him every few seconds making sure he was still at his desk but as time went on she relaxed getting wrapped up in the story she was reading.

Lucifer barely noticed the scent at first grumbling about his brother's lack of self control as he easily brushed off the temptation working on his paperwork but the longer she stay the more he noticed it, he huffed looking up thinking she had moved closer but no she was sitting on the rug still happily reading her book. He shook his head going back to his paperwork only looking up when his phone beeped, putting his pen down picking up his phone reading the text smiling to himself text Barbatos back, a mischievous smirk on his face as his stomach growled hungry he got up, and easy walking over unnoticed by Zonna

Zonna was so wrapped up in her book that she didn't notice him slowly sneaking up on her tell he was behind her wrapping his arms around her burying his nose into the nape of her neck

“L-lucifer!” she shouted dropping the book “let go”

“No,” he growled as he sat down behind her stretching his legs out around her moving her so her back pressed into his chest holding her tight

“Your hurting me can’t breathe.” Zonna said as she squirmed he wasn't but she didn't like the feeling of be trapped

“Lier,” Lucifer growled resting his head on her shoulder

“You feeling ok? Maybe you should go get some air?” Zonna asked, feeling him shake his head no, and they fell into silence only broken by Lucifer's stomach growling loudly sending a shiver down her spine “sounds like you hungry maybe you should go get something to eat?” she said with a nervous chuckle

“Why would I do that when you're right here?” Lucifer purred “A delicious, scared little human already wrapped up in my arms, what could be better than that?”

“L-Lucifer that's not funny” Zonna whined trying to pull his arm off her

“Am not joking, you always smelled so delicious, this amazing Beel hasn’t eaten you.” he said matter of factly one of his long strong arm wrap around her middle easily held her in place, as he run his fingers through her hair with the other hand “your just so small, and fragile looking, even though you proven your not, it hard not to see you as a little fragile kitten needing to be protected.” lucifer whisper sweetly in her ear sending a shiver down her spine

“Then you should protect me, not eat me! D-Diavolo will be mad if you k-kill me.” Zonna almost whispered trembling

“Oh, shhhh, easy zo, I don't want to hurt you.” Lucifer purred in her ear, stroking her back. “I just want to hold you close, closer than I ever have before. Safe away from my brothers, hidden away from the world. Away from everything but me….. Hidden away from everyone but me, you’ll be safe and warm, and I'll be nice and full…, till I let you out of course.”

“H-how can ea-..., that, be safe?” Zonna asked with a yelp and shivered feeling his warm tongue lick the side of her neck leaving behind warm drool as he purred his stomach growled hungry, his hold tighten as she squirmed trying to get up and run away as he calmly played with her hair with his other hand as though she was sitting still not at all bother by her trying to wiggle away

“Come know, I am one of the most powerful demons in devildom. Do you really think I don't know a few spells to keep you safe?” he scuffed

“Your brothers will be mad!” Zonna grumbled still trying to get away from him

“They don't have to find out.” lucifer purred easy holding her still “I wouldn't tell them if you don't” he said with a chuckle licking her again drool running down her back this time as he hummed

“W-what about….b-barbatos! You texted Barbatos, what if he and Diavolo stop by to help stop the perfume's effects?” Zonna said confidently like she had found a loophole.

Lucifer chuckled. “He texted back earlier the effect will get worse and stronger before they get better so it would be best to keep you locked in a room all by yourself for the next 12 or so hours, so I doubt he will stop by to see you unless he wants to eat you.” Lucifer purred, breathing in deep “You smell so good, but you taste even better.” his warm breath washing over her back

“P-please stop, you're scaring me lucifer.” zonna whimpered

“Why are you so scared? You want to be eaten don't you? You get so flustered when we threaten to eat you, I didn't miss the way you stare. You do want to be eaten don't you? Lock away deep inside, away from everything surrounded by warm darkness only hearing my heartbeat, breathing, my voice rumbling around you. What's so bad about that?” Lucifer purred happily as she relaxed against him.

“You won't take no for an answer will you?” Zonna sigh cover her blushing face with her hands

“No.” Lucifer chuckled happily playing with her hair knowing he was winning the argument

“And I can't leave, because your brothers have no control over themselves and I have nowhere else to hide.” Zonna whined

“Correct.” lucifer purred happily licking her neck again cause her to jump

“Though I could use the pact and…., just make you leave, wait out my time here.” Zonna mumbled quietly, yelping as Lucifer hugged her tightly from behind burying his head into her neck grumbling/growing into her shoulder waiting for her to command him to leave. “Lucifer let go.” she commanded him, he grumbled as he was forced to let go waiting for her to tell him to leave but she just turned around to face him and chuckled, reaching up to ruffle his hair. “But.., how can I do that? When you've been trying to convince me to trust you, I don't think I would be able to face you ever again if I kicked you out now.”

“So, you’ll let me eat you?” lucifer asked picking up his head as she looked away from him playing with her hair

“O-only if you promise it's safe and you let me pet your wings for as long as i want after.” zonna said somewhat hesitantly

“Deal.” Lucifer purred happily kissing her forehead before mumbling a spell she shiver feeling the spell wash over her, a little surprised when he asked her to close her eyes before he started saying another spell a wave of dizziness washed over her, she reached up rubbing her head as the feeling disappeared she blinked looking up jumping when she saw just how big lucifer had become. Really she had been the one to shrink down about a foot tall. “I would have made you smaller but I thought keeping you bigger would help you not freak out as bad and it would be nice to have a filling meal instead of a snack.” lucifer purred

Zonna was shaking slowly back away tripping on her own feet falling down having second thoughts about this whole idea know that she was so small jumping when his stomach growled

He hummed slowly moving to lay down his huge fingers moving closer gently rubbing her back trying to calm her “easy little rabbit, it’s ok”

She huffed but found herself relaxing into his fingers maybe cause of the silly nickname or the fact he didn't snatch her up but gently rubbed her back instead “touch one curses book, you guys are never going to let that go are you?” she grumbled flinching when he moved closer

“Nope, you were such a cute little bunny and now you don't touch any books without gloves do you? Smart little rabbit.” he purred leaning closer one of his fingers reaching up to rub the top of her head ruffling her hair, he seemed to be in no hurry to eat her

“I would rather not end up feeling like I'm walking on ice, slipping on the hardwoods or getting dressed up in pink stuff against my will by Asmo again or Belphie crushing me in his sleep.” Zonna grumbled but somehow completely relaxing into his warm hand and lending into the gently head rub even closing her eyes loving the attention and warmth his hand provided

Lucifer smirks, she was just so trusting she always seemed to let her guard down around him “You smell so delicious.” Lucifer purred, licking his lips trying hard not to drool.

Zonna froze up, he was watching her so intensely now, she shivered leaning back into his finger as he leaned closer licking her check, she closed her eyes letting out a squeak as she cured herself. Right lucifer wants to eat you, her instincts screamed at her to run to get away from the dangers predator but before she could even try to run his fingers curled around her waist easy picking her up as he sat up his other hand coming up to his collared shirt skillfully untying his tie and unbuttoned his shirt top two button never breaking eye contact with her as she pushing at his fingers trying to pull them off her hips kicking her legs

“Ll-Lucifer I changed my mind! l-let me go!” zonna squeaked shivering when she looked down at the ground his growling stomach made her look up seeing him frowned down at her he started to move her down to the ground but before he let her go he suddenly moving her up to his face his other hand coming up gently grabbing her thrashing legs

“Oh? well it's too late for that.” lucifer purred eye half open seem the perfume had taken a hold of him as he opening wide stuffing her head inside before she could protested

His hand moved from holding her waist to grabbing her arms, holding them down to her side, one finger running up and down her back soothingly as he licked her face, his loud purring drowning out anything she tried to say.

She struggled wanting to scream, to command him to spit her out but he was drooling so much it was hard not to drown let alone say something. She yelp when he push her farther into his mouth swallowing her head and shoulder his lip closing around her middle still holding her legs still but he let go of her arms not like it did her any good in the little space she had in his mouth and his lips and teeth to slippery to get a good grip and she felt gravity shifted as he tilted his head up gulping loudly around her already to her hips happily licking her middle lucky for her, her thick leather jacket protecting her from get tickled but she wiggled with what little room she had. She froze when she felt something press against her head, she felt it again figuring out that he was rubbing at the bulge she was staring to make in his neck before gulping again his rumbling purring stop as she was know blocking his airway as his licked at her legs she could know clearly feel his fingers as he rub at the bulge she was making in his neck. Her head already passed his collarbone she could hear his heart loud and clear thumping quickly as he gulp down her legs way faster than the rest of her at some point his must have worked off her shoes since she felt her bare feet get licked only once before he gulp she giggle involuntarily from the lick glad he didn't stop to savor the last of her, since her feet where very ticklish but hating every second of being upside down, squeezed down his tight hot throat his loud rumbling purred returning as soon as he caught his breath and only got louder when she was pushing into his belly which stretching it out a little with how big she was. It grumbled happily around her almost like it was welcoming her. She wiggled and struggled first to get upright then just to show how mad she was about this, she kicked and wiggled stretching as much as the stomach would allow trying to make lucifer uncomfortable hate that he had just gone ahead and eaten her when she told him to stop.

He sighs, closing his eyes, licking his lips, leaning back with a sigh. Before lying down on his back both hands rubbing his struggling bulging stomach loving the way she moved and pushed against his fingers his tight button up shirt and vest made it hard for her to move around and helped hide the bulge but most would be able to tell especially when she moved around making it look like his vest had a mind of it own but he felt so good to have her all to himself he purred loudly curling up on his side hugging his belly his was red as a tomato and was just glad no one could see him purring like a cat all curled up on the floor, why hasn't he done this sooner? She tasted so good! He wished he could have savored her longer but he had run out of air. She felt so good in there so filling…,

“Lucifer!” she shouted breathing hard pushing against his hands

“Hmmm?” he hummed. Her shouted derailed his train of thought, and slowly snapped out of the happy fog that had clouded his mind. He looked down at his middle, sitting up when he felt her shaking he pauses hand hovering over his belly before he mumbled “You're perfectly safe in there Zonna.” he voice soft barely above a whisper as he looked away from his belly curing himself for losing it to the perfume effects as he rubbed his belly gently slower than before trying to calm her, and was relieved to feeling her settle down breathing hard trying to catch her breath he didn't even notice that he was still purring as he gently rubbed at her.

“BAD DOG” she growled, making him freeze up feeling the pull of the pact, his body ready to do whatever she commanded but she didn't say anything or move for a long few seconds making him panic a little, before she laughed, she…, was laughing at him.

“And what do you find so amusing?” Lucifer growled glaring at his middle, how dare his human laugh at him.

“Oh nothing, it's just funny how much you just freaked out and you finally stop purring…, while for a minute..,” she said since he had started up again as soon as she laughed, she giggled to herself as he cleared his throat loudly and stopped purring “awww, are you embarrassed? You sound like a kitten” she giggled running her hand down the front wall coaxing another purr from him “oh? Does someone like belly rubs?” she cooed like she was talking to a dog sure he scared her but now that she was in his belly there wasn't much she could do about it and nothing was burning or hurting so far so why not tease lucifer like he had with her?

“Do you find this amusing?” lucifer growled his finger twitching wanting to rub back but he stubbornly keep them at his side biting his tongue to stop himself from purring as she rubbed but his stomach growled happily round her.

“Yes I do, the tables have turned now I get to mess with you!” Zonna said with a chuckle and she knead gently against the soft, warm wall instead of rubbed feeling him wiggled around a little before the purrs returned tenfold she yelp and gravity suddenly changed as he flop down on his back his hand rubbed and pushed against her as he seemed to be almost rolling around on the ground. “Who is a good boy? Who loves belly rubs? Who loves belly rubs?” she teases as she moved around kneading different part of his stomach making him purr and laugh as she wiggled around talking like how she would to a puppy not expecting a answer

so when Lucifer almost shouted “ME!” she lost it laughing hard. She stopped kneading, grabbing her own stomach as she laughed so hard she snorted a few times and just couldn't calm herself down since every time she stopped laughing she thought about it, and a new wave of laughter washed over her as Lucifer inside glowed a dark blue.

Lucifer froze curled up on his side hugging his middle, his purrs coming to a stop as he listened to her laugh and snort his face aflame. As he grumbled to himself his pride took a serious hit. “Am glad you're having fun since I'm not letting you out till I want to.” Lucifer purred, patting his belly as he slowly picked himself up from the floor as she slowly stopped laughing only giggling a little. Which came to a stop as soon as he cleared his throat. “As fun as that was, I need to get back to filling out paperwork, so if you are so kind as to not move around like that again, unless you want to be punished when I let you out.” lucifer said as he straighten his shirt brushing himself off before picking up her little black boots from the ground his one hand stayed on his belly as he walking back to his desk sitting down placing the boots on the table with a sigh running his fingers through his hair before picking up his pen and starting to get back to work.

Zonna sighed knowing not to push her luck, as he got up his stomach calming down the glow wasn't as intestine and was known a softer blue as he purred softly, since he wasn’t moving she guess he had gone back to work she huffed hating that he could go from a purring mess on the floor to calm and collected. And just ignore her. She smiled as Lucifer purred louder, feeling his hand rub at her as she wiggled around just trying to curl up and get comfy which wasn't too hard since the walls wrapped around her holding her gently. She settled down gently pressing her hand out against the warm soft wall “ lucifer?” she called, hearing him humm in responds “Did you know that your inside glows blue?” she asked

“No, how would i?” lucifer huffed as he worked of his paperwork

“Yea i guess so, but it’s pretty.” Zonna hummed ‘drawing’ on the walls with her finger just making random shapes making lucifer purr before she froze up and groaned loudly grumbling to herself

“What's wrong?” lucifer asked

“Oh nothing, I'm just wearing a Leather jacket and sitting in a puddle of drool.” Zonna grumbled

“The protective charm should protect the jacket too.” lucifer sighed

“Yea but how do you get drool out of a leather jacket?” Zonna grumbled “And it way to hot in here for a jacket” as she unzipped it trying to cool herself off a little before giving up and wiggling and squirming in the small space to get the jacket off sighing in relief once she finally got it off and relaxed back down

“A little warning before you squirm around, please, Zonna.” Lucifer growled glaring at the dark pen mark half way up the paper he was just finishing filling out before sighing throwing it in the finish pile

“S-sorry.” zonna mumbled jumping at his harsh tone holding her jacket close. He sigh rubbing at her as he felt she freeze up, smiling as he felt her relax into his rubs as he finished his paperwork in silent his one hand never leaving his belly as he lost track of time but did notice that zonna stop moving around only little twitch or a little kick he stop work looking down at his belly only then did he notice that she had fallen asleep he smiled gently patting his belly before getting back to work.

But the peaceful silence could only last so long as a loud banging came from the office door. Lucifer grumbled to himself not wanting to get up and disturb zonna but whoever it was wasn’t going to stop banging so with a sigh he got up and walked over to the door only opening it a crack to see it was mammon it looked like he had just gotten back from a photoshoot “what it is?” lucifer growled trying hard not to purred as zonna rolled over in her sleep

“Asmo and beel said something weird happened with zonna and she with ya?” mammon question trying to look passed lucifer into the room

“That correct asmo perfume made her smell too tempting, asmo and beel both wanted to eat her so she hid away from everyone.” lucifer said with a sigh keeping the door almost closed making sure mammon couldn't see his bulging middle and hoped zonna would wake up or call out in her sleep as he talked to mammon

“Where?” Mammon asked looking lucifer over noticing that his tie and collar where undone but he didn't look like he had fallen asleep at his desk or even a little tired so there was no reason for him to look so disheveled, mammon crossing his arm taking a step closer to the door trying to look passed lucifer as glaring at his older brother something wasn't quite right but mammon couldn't put his finger on it

“I put her in my room.” Lucifer said confidently lying through his teeth know that Mammon was closer he could smell Zonna scent on Lucifer breath he growled

“No ya didn't” Mammon growled shoving the door open “I smell her on ya breath!” he growled, throwing himself onto lucifer who stumbled back not expecting mammon to ram into him the sudden moving started Zonna awake “you ate her?!?” mammon shouted

“No so loud mammon.” Lucifer growled back shoving mammon down to the floor quickly closing the door hoping the whole house hadn't heard mammon outburst.

“What happened?” Zonna asked pawing at the front wall panicking did he say mammon? That was the worst person to find out! He can't keep a secret she’d almost prefer Beel find out over mammon!

“Mammon freaking out over nothing.” lucifer growled glaring at his wide eyed brother as he gently rubbed his belly feeling Zonna settle back down and lean into his touch

“S-sss-she alive?” mammon stuttered

“Of course she is, I wouldn't kill her.” Lucifer growled rolling his eyes of course mammon would think the worst. Mammon sighed in relief glad she was alive before grumbling to himself pouting “what is it known mammon?” lucifer huffed rubbing his forehead

“I should've been the first one to eat her!” mammon growled

Lucifer smirked “well if you would have been doing your job as her protector you would have. Though I would have had to punish you for doing so, maybe be glad you didn't. “Lucifer growled and covered his middle with his hand as mammon just kept staring. “And Mammon if I hear the others talking about this…, let just say Cerberus will have a new chew toy.” mammon yelp nodding his head and quickly leaving lucifer office before he got strung up to the chandelier again

“I don't think he's going to be able to keep this a secret.” Zonna whined as lucifer sat back down

“Guess I will have to share my little snack.” lucifer sighed sadly

“HEY, I'm not a snack!” Zonna growled

“I’m sorry, You're right your not a snack your definitely a meal.” lucifer purred licking his lips his stomach grumbling in agreement as he rub at her

“I HATE YOU!” Zonna huffed

“Love you too bunny.” Lucifer purred sweetly

“I AM NOT A BUNNY!” Zonna shouted as Lucifer chuckled getting back to work.

#safe vore #soft vore #shall we vore

[hello-neighbor-three-aus]

All Mystery characters lines

💙 Eric's lines:

"Shhhh he's heard."

"Hey!"

"I got an idea."

"Watch out!"

"Run!"

"Yes! I found it!"

"Hey follow me!"

"Mr. Roth!!"

***Using his weapon at Mystery Nicky***

"Take that Mr. Roth haha!"

"My badge is sharp like a needle!"

***When getting captured***

"AGHHHHHHH!!!"

🤎 Annie's lines:

"Oh!"

"The key is in this room!"

"Hello?"

"Follow me please!"

"I'm scared..."

"I don't want to die..."

"Yes! I found it!"

"Oh no it's Mr. Roth!"

***Using her weapon at Mystery Nicky***

"Sorry Mr. Roth!"

"Say cheese!"

***When getting captured***

"AHHHHHHHHHH NO PLEASE!!!"

💚 Tiffany's lines:

"Haha!"

"What's your deal?"

"Simp!"

"Are you scared or something? Hahaha!"

"Aw shit!"

"Hell yeah! There the key baby!"

"Fuck it's Mr. Roth!"

***Using her weapon at Mystery Nicky***

"Break a leg!"

"Smoke bomb!"

***When getting captured***

"HEY! LET GO OF ME! I'LL! I'LL KICK IN YOU IN THE NUTS!!!"

💚 Theodore's lines:

"Holy peppermints!"

"Want a piece of candy?"

"Lollipop, lollipop."

"Uh oh!"

"Hot diggity dog I found a key!"

"Behind you!"

"Mr. Roth!?"

***Using his weapon at Mystery Nicky***

"Bull's eye"

"Hey! You miss a spot!"

***Distracting Mystery Nicky****

"Heyyyyy! Come and get me!"

"Haha follow me! I bet you won't catch me!"

"Yahoo!"

"Hey!"

***When getting captured***

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"JUST GO AND RUN!!!"

🤎 Maggie's lines:

"Hm?"

"Anyone in here?"

"COOKIES!"

"Key found!"

"Do you like cookies"

"Oh snap!"

"Eee it's Mr. Roth!"

***Using her weapon at Mystery Nicky***

"Got him!"

***When getting captured***

"HAVE MERCY!!!!"

💛 Jack's lines:

"Hey follow me!"

"I'll keep you safe!"

"Huh!?"

"Leave my friends alone!"

"Found one!"

"Take me instead!"

"Run its Mr. Roth!"

***Using his weapon at Mystery Nicky***

"It's that all you got?"

"You can't even pass some sweet moves like me."

***When getting captured***

"AGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"

💙 Sam's lines:

"I got an idea what to build!"

"Is that all the pieces?"

"Let's begin to build!"

"Found a key!"

"Wait... Something doesn't feel right..."

"Ugh!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

***Using his weapon at Mystery Nicky***

"You can kiss my toolbox!"

***Using his and his sister's trap at Mystery Nicky****

"We got him!"

***When getting captured***

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

💙 Samantha's lines:

"Hey! I know what we're gonna build today!"

"Let's just hope we didn't forget a piece."

"Time to build!"

"Got a key!"

"Hmmmm... I got a bad feeling about this..."

"Agh!"

"Run! Run!"

***Using her weapon at Mystery Nicky***

"Harder than at my toolbox!"

***Using her and her brother trap at Mystery Nicky****

"Bingo! We got him!"

***When getting captured***

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

🤍 Mary's lines:

"H-Hi..."

"We're good for now..."

"H-He's getting near!"

"Quickly follow me."

"Found a key... Yay..."

"Everyone he's here!"

"Go!"

***Using her weapon at Mystery Nicky***

"A special delivery!"

"Stranger danger!"

***When getting captured***

"PLEASE!!!"

💖 Brittany's lines:

"This place is a mess."

"So what are we looking for again?"

"Whatever..."

"Ugh! You're so annoying!"

"Found the stupid key or whatever."

"All about me! Me! Me!"

"Agh what the heck!?"

***Using her weapon at Mystery Nicky***

"Powder boom!"

"Lipstick Taserrrrrrrrrrrr!"

"Now you're beautiful!"

***When getting captured***

"HEYYY!!!"

💜 Isabella's lines:

"Can someone pass me a bottle of water?"

"I bet this gonna be funner than playing basketball."

"Whoa!"

"Strike one, I found a key!"

"You sure you know where you're going?"

"Heck!"

"Take cover!"

***Using her weapon at Mystery Nicky***

"Play ball!"

"Strike!"

***When getting captured***

"WHHHHOOOOOOOAAAAA!!!"

💙 Peyton's lines:

"Careful this stuff is dangerous."

"Always be sure to wear goggles and gloves for safety."

"I'm great at building stuff."

"Careful!"

"I got a key!"

"Hmmm... I don't know."

"Oh no!"

***Using her weapon at Mystery Nicky***

"You need a needle shot!"

"Ha! My little robot is stronger then you!"

"And that's why I wear goggles."

***With Sam and Samantha***

"I can help you guys."

"Just need a upgrade."

"Let's get to it!"

"Nice! We got plenty of time!"

***When getting captured***

"AGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

💜 Olivia's lines:

"I got some stuff in my backpack if anyone needs some."

"Hmmm... My backpack is pretty heavy..."

"I need to get rid of some stuff."

"Hey!"

"Got a key!"

"What the?"

"Aw crap..."

***Using her weapon at Mystery Nicky***

"Whoopsie daisy."

"There, more space in my backpack now."

"Hope you know how to read!"

***When getting captured***

"AHHHHHHHH!!!"

💚 Amy's lines:

"Hehehe!"

"I love drawing so much!"

"All done!"

"Hehe, he will think will just standing there or hiding badly hehe."

"Gotta a key!"

"Hey look out!"

"AGHHH! Jeepers!!"

***Using her weapon at Mystery Nicky***

"Hehe that's gonna leave a mark!"

"Oops missed a spot."

"Now you're a cat!"

***When getting captured***

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Kid Glorma and Kid Catasto's line written by @groriatrevi10xx herself. 💙✨🐰

💛👑-Glorma Lines...

"Angels will help us... God will help us..."

"Love is stronger than any Evil..."

"Oh, I found a key... Thank you very much God..."

"Movie princesses are weak, I'm not... I'm strong..."

"Don't cry, don't worry... I'm here, nothing will happen to you while you're by my side... I'll protect you..."

"There is no evil that can overcome good!..."

"I can hear you Mr. Roth, no one can hide from me..."

"For all evil, a good piece of hope is the solution!..."

"Mr. Roth, I can hear you crying... Why do you let that Demon hurt you?..."

"There is still goodness in your soul, I know..."

"Come on! Smile... We won't win if we're in a bad mood!..."

"Does anyone need help?... Because this princess is available to help..."

"God is with us, he will guide us..."

"An Angel never gives up for the Darkness, I will not give up!..."

"I'm very strong and you can see it..."

****Using his Weapon...****

"Sorry..."

"I didn't want to hurt you, but it's necessary..."

"Come on Mr. Roth! If I can fight you... You can beat that Demon... Don't give up!..."

"God, give me strenght..."

"Angel attack!..."

****Using his Skill...****

"I think I've shown you that Princesses are not weak..."

"It's not time to give up, I can with this and more!..."

"God give me power!..."

"Oh, this is so easy!..."

"It's time to work!..."

****Being captured...****

"May God forgive your sins..."

"I still believe in you Mr. Roth, I know you're still there..."

"Don't look at me like that, I could never hate you..."

"I forgive you..."

"You've caught me! I guess it's alright... You've done your best..."

💚☕-Catasto Lines

"Les démons sont maufvais... Mais je suis le contraire..."

{Demons are bad... But I'm the opposite...}

"Derrière moi !... Ce fou revient..."

{Behind me!... That madman is coming again...}

"Je peux te voir Roth ou plutôt, Démon... Je peux te voir, je sais que c'est toi... Je ne t'ai pas manqué?..."

{I can see you Roth or rather, Demon... I can see you, I know it's you... Didn't you miss me?...}

"C'est impoli de ne pas accueillir ses invités... Dommage..."

{It is rude not to receive your guests well... Too bad...}

"Il y a encore de l'espoir, je sais qu'on s'en sortira..."

{There's still hope, I know we'll get out of here...}

"Je peux te voir, je peux t'entendre... Je suis toujours là..."

{I can see you, I can hear you... I'm still here...}

"Les bonnes manières d'abord..."

{Manners first...}

****Using his Weapon...****

"Je ressemble à Raiponce avec cette casserole..."

{I look like Rapunzel with this pan...}

"On dirait que quelqu'un est blessé..."

{Looks like someone is hurt...}

"Je ne suis pas un ami de la violence, mais c'est nécessaire..."

{I am not a friend of violence, but this is necessary...}

"Désolé d'être impoli, mais c'est toi qui a commencé..."

{Sorry for being rude, but you were the one who started...}

"Je viens de l'enfer, juste pour être ton nouveau cauchemar..."

{I've come from hell, just to be your new nightmare...}

****Using his Skill...****

"Derrière moi!..."

{Behind me!...}

"Je suis le Fils du Diable !... Affrontez-moi immédiatement Démon de la Peur..."

{I am the Son of the Devil!... Face me at once Demon of Fear...}

"Tu es faible!..."

{You are weak!...}

"Tu n'apprends jamais la leçon..."

{You never learn the lesson...}

"Personne ne sera blessé pendant que je suis ici!..."

{No one will get hurt while I'm here!...}

****Being captured...****

"Félicitations! Vous m'avez attrapé... Mais ne vous sentez pas spécial, vous êtes toujours un Démon inutile..."

{Congratulations!, you've caught me... But don't feel special, you're still a useless Demon...}

"M. Roth, vous m'écoutez toujours... N'abandonnez pas, je sais que vous pouvez gérer ce Diable..."

{Mr. Roth, you're still listening to me... Don't give up, I know you can handle that Demon...}

"Je crois toujours en toi... Je te pardonne et tu le sais..."

{I still believe in you... I forgive you and you know it...}

"Pourquoi souris-tu ?... Tu es toujours un loser..."

{Why are you smiling?... You're still a loser...}

"Pour être honnête, je ne t'ai pas vu venir..."

{If I'm honest, I didn't see you coming...}

Kid Chuck's line written by @mochi-chan-2006 my dear little sister. 😇💙☁️

💚💙 Chuck's lines:

"Hey!"

"I got lost!"

"I'm here!"

"The key is there!"

"I found!"

"Be careful!"

"Help you?"

"Be careful Mr. Roth !!!"

***Using his weapon at Mystery Nicky***

"You'll get my first aid kit in your head!"

***When getting captured***

"AAAAAAAAAA !!! Help me !!!"

#hello neighbor #hello neighbor au #secret neighbor #mystery #secret neighbor au

[imnotwolverine]

The Accidental Family - Chapter 6

Henry Cavill x OFC - multi-chapter

< Chap 5 | Chap 6 The Birds & The Bees | Chap 7 >

Disclaimer: smut and fluff

Word count: 2.463

Author’s note: This chapter leaves the question of how much Kal knows of the birds and the bees by this point.. enjoy the read! 

(Link to my Masterlist)

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Phoebe steered the van onto the driveway of the house Henry’s parents currently lived in; a house better described as a mansion, a nice garden wrapping around the back.

A treat to find in the London suburbs.

‘Woa..nice place.’ Henry leaned forward to get a better look at the red shutters that were all opened to show a row of paned windows, no life to be found inside.

‘Yea. You bought them this house short before Sam was born... So they could be close-by.’ Phoebe killed the engine and looked at Henry as she removed her seatbelt. Henry remained seated for a bit, eyebrows furrowing in thought.

‘And I didn’t get..us..a bigger house? Let me guess, I refused to move from my Mews home?’

Phoebe laughed, her hand patting his knee. ‘We BOTH decided to stay, mkay? Cosy living and all.’

They got out of the car and, hearing the cheerful sound of children behind the house, they decided to go for the garden straightaway, arms linked together as Henry followed Phoebe’s lead. He enjoyed her touch - it calmed him.

The garden was just as magical as Henry could have expected from his mother’s green fingers; luscious grass stretched in the back, with a sea of spring green and flowers running around the sides, some small fruit trees having just started to blossom above the excited faces of the children that were running to and fro.

‘HEY BABIESS.’ Phoebe exclaimed, the kids coming hollering at the sound of their mother’s voice.

‘Mommy! MOMMY!’

But, there was one kid missing. Henry looked out to see Sam squat down at the edge of the grass, his little tongue poking out as if he was really focused on some yet-to-be-determined little task, fingers hidden behind the plants. Henry smiled gently, and walked out to greet his oldest, the young boy completely oblivious to his father’s presence as he created a little fist over one of the flowers.

And that was a bad decision.

Within moments a flood of tears burst from the four year old’s eyes, a painful little hand clutching tightly around the dead body of the bee that had stung into his little palm.

Henry could hear Phoebe call out, feet rushing over the grass, but Henry was first to aid, large arms swinging up the little man into a hug, a soft voice soothing the pained cries of poor Sam.

‘Hey, hey..let me help you.’ Henry gently coaxed the child to open his palm, the bee falling into the bushes as Henry regarded the stinger that was stuck right in the middle of the pinkish little palm.

‘Oh, shhhh.’ Henry pulled Sam a little closer to his chest, his large arms forming a little hammock for the kid to hang in, his eyes finding Phoebe, who had now also come over, her hand sweeping through Sam’s chocolate curls.

‘Oh, baby!’ Phoebe pouted, but Sam was inconsolable, big fat tears falling down his cheek. ‘You had ouchy? Let’s get you fixed up.’ She cooed gently, before hinting at Henry they best get inside.

Minutes later they sat in the kitchen, a box of first aid appliances scattered over the kitchen table, Henry’s parents out to entertain the other kids while Henry sat on one of the chairs with a quiet Sam huddled into the warmth of his chest. The stinger had been quite professionally removed by his mother, but even after she had pressed all the kisses to his little hand and face, he wouldn’t leave his father’s embrace.

‘I just tried to help..’ Sam finally mumbled, quietly sniffling into his father’s white T-shirt.

‘Did you now?’ Henry brushed a soothing hand through Sam’s curls, the boy taking a shivery breath.

‘And then he bwit me!’

Henry chuckled ever so quietly, his eyes finding Phoebe who was stacking the first aid materials back in the plastic container. She winked at him and then looked back at Sam, who kept his watery blue eyes aimed at his father’s arm.

‘Well, not really BIT you, I bet. But when bees feel nervous, they can sting with their stinger.’

‘But IT HURT.’

‘Yes, stingers hurt.’ Henry was met by Sam’s confused expression, big blue eyes looking up at him. ‘You see, the bee was probably really scared of you. Because you are SOOO big, and he was only sooo small. It’s better to be extra gentle and careful with such small animals, you see.’ Sam blinked up at his dad, listening quietly. ‘Especially bees.’

Phoebe now squatted back down before Sam, her hand brushing over the hand that was now covered with a cooling pack. ‘Hi sweetie.’

But Sam was not in the mood, his face pulling into a pout before he quickly ducked back into Henry’s chest.

‘Ohhh okay then.’ Phoebe pouted in playful hurt, earning a smile from Henry, his heart swelling at the feeling of making this kid - his kid - feel safe. This wasn’t a nephew or niece. This was HIS kid.

Hoisting Sam up a little higher, Henry pressed his nose in Sam’s curls, his nose inhaling the sweet scent of shampoo and fresh air, Sam’s little voice bringing out a soft hum as his free hand curled into Henry’s shirt.

‘WIEEEEEEEE. I’m a BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.’ Piper came running in, followed by Max, the both of them leaving muddy prints all around the kitchen table as they flailed their arms like little birds.

‘LOOK MOMMY-MOMMY-MOMMY!! FLYING!!’  

‘OI. Piper! Max! What did I tell you about dirty shoes?!’ Marianne came storming after them, little Cole perched on her bony arm.

Sam also looked up, his eyes perking up at the sight of his brother and sister having fun, his sorrows quickly forgotten.

‘Alright, time to get up.’ Henry offered, but Sam remained seated in his lap a moment longer, expecting blues looking up at Henry.

‘Are you still my daddy? Granny said ..eh…’ Sam’s shyness won over as he quickly hid his face behind a hand.

‘Hey..’ Henry pried the hand away with his large paw, a gentle smile curving on his lips. ‘I am. A little bit of a confused daddy, so I WILL need your help. But I am your daddy.’

Sam nodded in understanding and gave a simple: ‘Okay.’ Before climbing off his dad’s lap and joining the other kids who ran back out the backdoor again, thereby leaving yet another trail of muddy shoes all the way through the hallway.

‘OH..dammit.’ Henry bit his lip, making Phoebe laugh aloud.

‘Oh, trust me. That’s nothing yet hahahaha.’

--

‘Ha, that was nice.’ Henry pulled the door closed, Phoebe having walked a little ahead to greet a very excited Kal in the narrow Mews hallway.

‘It was,’ She smiled and shrugged out of her coat, walking back towards the door to put it onto a hanger, only to be halted midway reaching, as Henry twirled her around and offered her one of his big bear hugs. ‘OH..okay.’ She chuckled softly.

‘Hmm,’ He hummed, nuzzling his nose into her hair, his nose sniffing in the scent of her hair and perfume. Not too sweet. A pinch of something woody. And warm. And.. He pulled back ever so slightly and before Phoebe could ask him what was the matter with him, he pressed his smooth warm lips onto hers, earning a delightful little hum from her in return.

‘Mmm, well hello there.’ She chuckled as they shortly broke their kiss for Henry to also shrug off his coat.

‘Hi,’ He grinned, unceremoniously dropping his coat on the floor before he lifted her up in his arms, hands grabbing for her butt.

‘Hen!’ She squealed in delight.

‘What?’ He asked innocently, though his dark eyes completely betrayed where this was going - and it was quite new after what only had been a little fooling around on the couch.

With a gentle brush of her fingers over his cheek, Phoebe let out a little sigh. ‘Are you..you sure? I mean..’

Henry lowered her with a growl, his bodyweight pinning her to the jackets that were hung behind her, their limbs now entangling with the vast pile of scarves and heavy wool. ‘Stop talking.’ And with that he caught her lips in another searing kiss, hands dipping beneath the material of her sweater, hot fingertips blazing a trail until he found the cup of her bra; nothing special, just a T-shirt bra, and yet Henry couldn’t help but let out a hungered whine.

‘You wet for me?’ He whispered in question, pushing his groin into her hip, only to find something truly wet; a dog nose that was pressing in between his legs.

Phoebe gasped in shock, eyes widening at the intimate intruder. ‘KALLLL!! AAHHHHH!’

Kal huffed a gruff sniff before he pulled back and whined a little instead.

‘He needs a walk.’ Phoebe breathed, trying to calm the hot pink that was spreading over her cheeks.

‘He’ll have to wait a moment.’ Henry grumbled, pressing another fierce kiss on her lips as he picked her up, her legs now wrapping around his hip before he started to ascend the staircase next to the jackets. ‘There’s some pressing matters that FIRST need attending.’

‘At least open the backdoor.’ She breathed as he made it to the landing, her fingers grasping into his curls as she pressed a kiss to his lips.

‘Can’t it wait?’

‘Oh no. And neither can I. Now hurry.’

In a flurry of fast moving legs, Henry bolted downstairs, his hand flicking open the backdoor, which Kal eagerly pressed through to do his business, after which Henry clawed his way back up the stairs, feeling slightly out of breath before he got back in the bedroom, finding Phoebe hopping around in an attempt to get out of her jeans.

Henry smirked at the sight of her buttocks jiggling ever so slightly with every hop, his hands catching her hips as he used her awkward position to push his groin into her behind -  like the tease he was.

‘Hen!’ She whined, rolling her eyes at his antics. ‘A little help.’

She fell belly flat onto the bed as he did just that, his fingers freeing her from the obnoxious jeans, followed by the flimsy material of her cotton undies, leaving her in naught but her bra. Looking over her shoulder, cheeks burning red in a mix of arousal and embarrassment, she saw Henry quickly removing his shirt, hands fumbling with his belt which didn’t seem to co-operate.

‘C’mhere,’ Phoebe said, pushing up from the bed to make quick work of the metal and leather obstruction, her palm grazing eagerly over the bulge that stood proud beneath the roughness of his jeans. Looking up from the edge of the bed, her eyes met another pair of blown-out blacks, the both of them panting like they had just ran a marathon.

‘What do you like?’ Henry breathed.

‘Everything. Anything.’ Phoebe unclipped her bra and fell back onto the bed, begging him to crawl on top of her.

But he didn't. Instead he kneeled down on the floor, fingers racing up the insides of her thighs, eyes studying the smooth flesh that jittered beneath his fingertips, his tongue soon to follow, a hot slow pace dancing over her squirming legs.

Henry grinned into her response, her hands gripping for the sheets beneath her, eager little keens and moans escaping her begging lips.

Dipping in closer to her core, he spoke again: ‘And you like this?’ He pushed her legs over his shoulders before he delved in, a honey sweet tongue lapping at her petals.

‘Sto-stop -- HA -- talking.’ She squealed in delight as he made a good show of the things he hadn’t forgotten; he had always been a pleaser, his tongue and fingers alone making her ache for him at any time of the day. How she had missed him all these long months, fearing she’d never get to feel this again. 

‘Okay-okay. Get up here.’ She tugged at his curls.

Obediently he did just that, his large frame crawling atop her, jeans still clinging tightly around his arousal.

‘I want to feel you.’ She breathed, bending forward to undo his buttons, only to clash with Henry’s head as he wanted to do the exact same.

‘Ou-aa.’ Henry grabbed for his forehead, chuckling softly as Phoebe clasped her hand in front of her mouth.

‘OH I’m so sorry. I--’

Henry quickly kicked off his jeans and boxers, head shaking with mirth before he grabbed for her hand, removing it from her face. With his hungry gaze he begged for her attention, their eyes interlocking as he lowered himself on her, noses touching as he shimmied his hips a little, feeling the snugness of her legs wrapping around his hips.

‘Ready?’

Phoebe chuckled, pressing forward to kiss him. ‘Please.’ She whispered into his lips, giving him the one answer he needed before they renewed a union that once started all messy - grabby hands and smeared make-up in a bathroom stall at an after party.

--

‘Oi! We’ve been in the line forever. Would you hurry!’ A fist knocked restlessly on the bathroom door, making two hot faces look up as they fumbled with their buttons and zippers after one very steamy little rendez-vous. 

Henry laughed and shook his head. ‘Now ..Bee, that was...’ 

‘Stop talking.’ Phoebe winked and turned around so he could fix up the long zipper that ran over the back of her silvery mid-length dress. 

With careful fingers, the alcohol making his head buzz, Henry tried his best to not catch any skin as he pulled up the zipper, his left hand pushing away the golden locks that cascaded casually over Phoebe’s shoulder. 

Letting out one more sigh he realised he might have just made a stupid mistake. They had so much fun tonight; from the moment her friend had dragged her through the door - his eye easily catching her, to now, here. Why was he so stupid-stupid-stupid not to wait a little? Be a gentleman. Wine and dine her? Be a ...

‘And: stop thinking.’ Phoebe turned on her high heels and winked at him. ‘I leave first, then you. You’ve got my number..but..don’t feel pressured if...’ A sudden shyness laced her last words as she noticed the slight red lip-shaped smudge of red she had left on his blouse.

Tell him? She pondered it for a moment, but then decided that she might as well leave a little gift for him, since he totally ruined her panties moments earlier. 

‘Ciao.’ She winked, unlocking the door and disappearing into the crowd. 

By the time Henry walked out of the bathroom stall, he was welcomed by some very unwelcome white flashes, eager paparazzi having somehow managed to get into the establishment, ruining what could have been such a good night. 

Again Henry cursed himself; he should have never, ever, ever..UGH.. - Stomping through the wall of photographers he looked out for the golden drop of hair that had lured him in only hours ago. But she was gone. And for a moment he wondered whether it was the alcohol or something else that made his stomach flutter like a butterfly had been caught in his chest. 

'Fuck.’ 

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Birds do it, bees do it

Even educated fleas do it

Let's do it, let's fall in..

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Chap 7 >

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Why Does God Need A Starship? (Live Reaction):

I always thought Sybok was cool and interesting and NOW I’m sure! You know it’s times like these that I’m grateful I kinda came back into the Star Trek fandom on my own, because I don’t have to deal with Opinions of older/louder Trekkies. This one kinda has a lukewarm reputation but I’m getting the vibe that I’ll genuinely enjoy it.

Yet again Bones is serving up some LOOKS damn! Look at these elder gays! Spock has rocket boots, amazing. “Because it’s there” and then falling off the goddamn mountain is such a James Tiberius Kirk thing to do 😂 “HI BONES!” These guys omfg. OH MY GOD SO WE DO SEE CAITIANS OUTSIDE THE CARTOONS?? Hell yeah! Also pole dancing to no music, is... weird. Lmao. Also okay I’m sorry Sybok is cool! Sybok is cool and interesting and I really like him! (Not morally obviously dude is shady as all fuck, but a cool dude nontheless!) Always fascinated by Cult Leader type villains, especially when they point out valid criticisms about the society from which they came (important distinction is that the CAUSE is not vilified, but the person and their means, something M****l has largely forgotten)

Awww I may ship Hikura, but Uhura & Scotty are also cute as hell!! Awwwwwww!!!! Old married couples can be so freaking cute. Chekov & Sulu are LOST ohhhh my god this is hilarious, these two idiots. Also can we talk about how Koenig’s eyebrows are slowly gaining sentience and Takei aged like fine wine? Lol. THE HOLY TRINITY OF ELDER GAYS ARE CAMPINGGGG! I’m- oh my god they’re so cute. “Marshmelon” this is cute as hell oh my god. They’re indulging and messing with Spock at the same time I’m dead! They’re singing ohh my god this gonna give me cavities with how sweet it is!!!

This Klingon dude is frickin ROCKING the eyeliner! Bruhhhh was the frickin spotlight necessary! Leave the gays alone SHHHH they’re SLEEPING!! Lmao. Yo I’ll be real this movie starts incredibly slowly but I seriously do not mind, it’s relaxing to not have to worry about missing important details if you look away for a second, it’s nice. WAIT? Does Jim’s shirt say GOT MILK?!!? Oh no, it says go climb a rock, oh thank god [“fatty milkers” flashbacks]

Seriously McCoy is just radiating so much old southern lady/gay energy in this movie and I love it so freaking much “if you ask me (and you haven’t) this is a horrible idea” he sounds like my North Carolina living Meemaw. Wow you can see Spock low-key taking psychic damage from seeing Sybok 😲 V’tosh Ka’tur of the highest order huh? Still disturbing that his government literally cast him out, that’s a red flag 😬. What happened with Sybok is probably a lot of why Spock was pressured to be as Vulcan as he was, I’m sure Sybok was a massive scandal/shame for Sarek, and knowing him, he’d end up making that his kids’ problem not his 🙄

Oh neat!! Chekov is in the in the captain’s chair. Oh this is the song they replaced Nichols’s voice for 😤 but also GIRL THAT WAS BADASS AND THAT SONG WAS A BOP! Quick question, wow these “alien” horses are somehow even worse than the unicorn dog (also it’s a desert planet, wouldn’t it be better to have, like, alien camels or something?) This dude’s Klingon is freakin impeccable btw! He’s really got the vibe down! Jim did you forget how fuckin bananas strong Vulcans are??? Sybok went like 😡☹️ when Spock pointed that laser rifle at him 😂😂😂 again even tho I know Scotty and Uhura are married but it’s scenes like getting held hostage right there where they radiate such POWER COUPLE energy GAWD! 🤩

Stay out of this Bones we’re having a lover’s quarrel! Jim is taking fucking psychic damage from this entire conversation lol. Okayyyy whatever Sybok is doing is definitely some kind of mind control type thing, that shit is creepy af no thank youuuuuu (spores anyone?). Oh my god Spock & Jim are so married lmao, that “I’m sorry” Vulcan kiss in the brig man Aw. (Oh man Magic’s of mega-tsu got devani mixed by that comment lame!) SCOTTYYYYYY!! YAS!

Yay rocket boot glomp! Lmfao! Sybok needs to brush up on his earth history Columbus did NOT figure out the world is round 🙄 Ah Scotty being like “listen, you’re not okay rn so I’m not really down for whatever you think you wanna do right now it can wait until you’re right in the head again” and they could’ve not done that and it would’ve been creepy (especially by today’s standards) but they didn’t! And that was awesome!

Bones being skeptical and has every right to be! He’s faced down would be gods and would-be messiahs before! Also I’ve seen people judge Bones for being the first to cave but Sybok totally did that shit to him without consent! He didn’t go back on his beliefs, Sybok forced him to! BONES PROTECTION SQUAD IS HERE AND ITS ME! Oh Bones, man, poor babeyyyy (fuck Sybok!) 😭😭😭 OH MY GOD BONESSSSSS Sybok leave him alone! Goddamnit! Leave him alone!

I think Jim can see Spock’s Sybok induced vision cuz they’re ✨Bonded✨ (it didn’t seem like they could see Bones’s, other than what Bones was doing). JIM KNOWS SO MUCH BETTER! ITS HOW HE BEAT THE SPORES ITS HIS CORE! I UNDERSTAND AND LOVE HIM FOR IT!!! Spock 😍😍😍 he’s like, you’re bullshit happiness pill doesn’t work on me cuz I am whole for the first time in my life, and I love my husband, and I already learned my lesson decades ago 💚🖖🏻💚 (who knew how important the character development from This Side of Paradise AND Return To Tommorow would be??? Hell yeah!)

I love Scotty so much 🥰 hardcore badass Hufflepuff from beginning to end! Also I hope Sybok appears in SNW that could be really really interesting if they do it right! ITS GOD (derogatory) REVERE HIM! Oh here comes that legendary question!! “What dies God need with a starship?” Red flag don’t call Jim a creature! Oh shit god has laxer eyes oh no lmao! Bones snaps out of whatever Sybok did to him when “God” hurts his friends and we LOVE HIM FOR ITTTT! Awww Spock & Sybok and be saaaaad, oh shit! Into the lightning to fight a mirror of yourself like Lazarus in that one episode!

OH SHIT THE KLINGONS ARE HERE! Oh damn Spock just swore a cuss the right way, at a Klingon General no less! General dude just went “caotain tell Kirk you are sorry!” LMAO! NOT IN FRONT OF THE KLINGONS 😂😂😂😍 KISS DAMNIT!! God this whole after scene is so good, maybe the god is the friends we made along the way. “I lost a brother once” you also lost SAM dummy, I know you were just telling Spock you love him but still. SHUT UP SPOCK IS PLAYING ROW ROW ROW YOUR BOAT ON HIS LYRE??

Okay, seriously, I unironically love this movie, it might be my favorite out of the ones I’ve seen so far actually. TMP felt like the movies getting their sea legs, but it was slow and messy, it wasn’t as thought provoking as it wanted to be (aside from Spock’s wonderful arc in that film). WoK & TSFS are amazing for drama and angst and Spirk content, but they weren’t really asking the big questions Star Trek is wonderful for. Then The Voyage Home is just plain silly and fun and wholesome. But this, this movie had depth! The whole premise is “what is god and is there is one?” I LOVE that as someone who has a very complicated relationship with spirituality. I also already loved the TOS episodes This Side of Paradise, Return To Tomorrow, The Omega Glory and The Way To Eden, and this movie had the best of those concepts! Sybok was such a fascinating antagonist/anti-hero and I hope we get to see him explored more on screen one day, even if it’s just through Discovery/SNW flashbacks. It may have started off slow and it’s not without its flaws but this felt like the Star Trekkiest TOS Star Trek movie so far!

#star trek #star trek v: the final frontier #the final frontier #why does god need a starship #star trek tos #tos liveblog #liveblogging #Sybok

[necros-writing-stuff]

Leighton and Kylar (separate, both male) fucking a delinquent who's been making his life hell into submission?

Concerning the younger au: Leighton taking pity on Kylar because when they see Whitney bullying them they get flashbacks to Bailey shoving them around, like Whitney being taken under Bailey's wing.

NSFW below (tw for non/dubcon, Kylar's breeding kink disregards gender, mostly hurt no comfort)

Kylar

They're sick of it.

The shoving, mocking, yelling.

Kylar has put so much effort into showing their love - they fucking stole expensive chemicals just to make blow-darts to keep you safe and yet you still call them a creep.

You still threw him in the pool, stuffed him in lockers. One time you had leaned in like your were about to kiss him, only to turn and bite his cheek.

You wanted to play rough? Kylar can play rough.

You can't fight back bound like that. Even as you squirm on the floor of your bedroom, hogtied and gagged, you look at him in disgust.

But he'd timed it well. No one was around to help you, just the two of you in this private space. It would be enough.

Cutting your clothes from your body had sent a rush up Kylar's spine, not really caring if it knicked the skin underneath as he did so, just excited to finally touch you unabated.

You keep screaming, mouth stuffed by your own underwear and a tape covering.

"Shhhh, you'll like it, you'll see," he coos, gently rubbing his hands up and down your thighs and spreading them wide so he can see your sex fully on display.

It's wonderful. So inviting and perfect for him.

"Oh!" Kylar yells out, before rushing to a bag and bringing back lube, "I almost forgot! Silly me."

He's generous with the load as he fingers you, small hands slickening you up in a reluctantly pleasant way.

He can't wait, can't stop himself getting his cock out and lining it up with your hole. He doesn't have time to be gentle, you could be interrupted at any minute.

Your body goes stiff from the stretch as he pushes in, back arching even further off of the floor in an attempt to create distance between your hole and the freak's length.

It's not meant to be like this, he's not meant to be able to abuse you.

But here you are, being used as a human fleshlight by the guy you mock daily.

Little shocks of pleasure shoot through your body, the friction good.

His dick feels huge, invading every inch inside of you. He won't stop babbling about how you just need to be shown your place, how you just need to be shown that being bred and stuffed by him is how you should be.

He's delusional, kissing your skin as he hammers away, even claiming he loves you and that you love him back, he knows it.

"This is my first time, you know?" he breaths into your neck, hugging your limp, aching slightly turned on body close as he fucks into you. "I always knew it would be you, ever since that school trip to ice rink all those years ago."

The ice rink? When you'd been fucking eight? You'd grabbed him as he fell and said "Be careful," before skating off. That was it? That's when this all started?

How long has he been planning this?

You start crying now, reality of the situation setting in. You're completely at his mercy, he could hurt you so bad if he wanted to. He already was.

"You're crying because you're so happy, right? That I'm going to fill you up? You're gonna make me a Daddy, you know?"

What a delusional freak.

You whimper when you feel something warm fill your insides, Kylar yelling out on top of you before his sweating body collapses over yours.

Theres a tiny moment of disappointment that you didn't finish, but you push it down as soon as it registers. You can't think like that, no matter what.

"I'm going to take you home, so we can be like this forever," he strokes your cheek, kissing your chest. He looks so reverent.

The last thing you see is him pulling out some needle and jabbing your arm with it.

Leighton

What a brat you are, stood on top of the dinner tables riling up the other students.

A smaller kid was lying on the floor, holding their face and crying after you'd sucker-punched them for groping.

Right in front of Leighton.

Now you're trying to hide behind your fellow students, but they're not looking happy to stand in his way.

The crowd parts as he approaches, letting him reach up and snatch you by the collar, dragging you from the table even as you claw at his hands.

You don't stop struggling even as he pushes you into his office, calling him every name in the book as you do so.

"Let me go! You old, perverted, ugly-"

He fists your hair, shoving you face first into his desk. It's hard enough to hear the slap of your cheek hitting the polished surface.

"You really need to learn to be quiet," Leighton stands behind you, rubbing his crotch against your ass. You can feel his hard-on through your uniform.

No amount of squirming gets you loose from the grip on your hair, nor the one bending your arm behind your back.

"Fuck you!" you spit, kicking out. It's useless.

Leighton lets go of your hair and starts shuffling your uniform down your legs, exposing your tender flesh. You hear the shuffle of his belt, feel him press back into your skin and rub.

You're breathing is hard, you might be hyperventilating, you just want to go.

You hear a hacking noise, then feel fingers press against your hole, wet with want you can only presume is spit.

"Say you're sorry. Tell me you're sorry and I'll be gentle," Leighton whispers into your ear, teasing you with his long digits.

"N-no," you defiantly whimper out, trying to fight off the shudder that shoots up your spine.

One finger pushes in, then another, slightly aided by the saliva. There's a brief sting, but the rough petting of your insides feels good.

Why does it have to feel good?

Your hips jump, pumping against the wood you're pressed to. Then the third finger is added and it burns.

"Last chance. You're going home limping either way, choose whether it's from pleasure or pain," it's a horrible ultimatum.

But you don't want to be hurt. You don't want to cum, either. And you don't have to, you can just have it so he gets what he wants in a way that doesn't hurt.

"... 'm sorry."

"Louder," he demands.

"I'm sorry!" you lift your head from the desk and look him in the eyes, hoping to sound as convincing as possible.

The green stare looking down at you is sharp. It's like a hawk, a predator watching prey.

"Good."

Leighton spits more into his hand, using the foamy liquid to wet his cock before he spits on yoru hole as well.

You clench your eyes shut as he pushes in, biting your lip and trying not to cry out.

It still burns, but its not bad. You can adjust, if he let's you.

And he does, for a few brief seconds Leighton seems happy enough to simply enjoy your heat.

But his hips start snapping into your ass regardless, pap-papping echoing through the office.

Heat blooms in your stomach, you're still not sure if that's good or not. But its better than bleeding.

Hot breath hits your neck, the headmaster panting like a dog from the fast pace he keeps.

That heat builds, muscles tensing in your stomach. The drag of Leighton's length tantalising even as you're wishing him dead within your own mind.

You're moaning. You're letting him use you - being good, so he let's go of your stiff arm to keep your hips still.

The pace only increases now Leighton can shift his weight, man jackhammering into you with no regard for your poor hips slamming against his desk.

It's shameful of close you are to cumming, horrid that that old pervert is the one drawing it from you.

You finally snap, trying to hide that you're having an orgasm by going stiff and biting your lip. Leighton isn't fooled.

"That's it, good girl/boy. I'll have you addicted to my cock by the end of things."

Leighton pulls out, pumping his dick in his hand as he sprays his hot seed all over your ass and back.

"Don't forget you have detention tonight, too."

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Drunk

@lostmelody123

Emotion: Joyful. Characters: Any of the batkids. Word: Drunk

There was a squeaking sound in the manor. No, not a squeak. More of a… yap. A yipping, yapping noise, and so far in the distance that at first Bruce brushed it off as echoes from the bats. But as he ascended out of the cave into the manor, the noise only increased instead of decreased.

So no, it wasn’t the bats.

As Bruce ventured further into the manor, searching for the source of the noise, he wondered where everybody was at. The only one he was able to find right away was Alfred, who was chopping up cooked chicken in the kitchen. (Strange, considering the time of night, Bruce thought at the moment, but brushed it off as perhaps Alfred preparing a meal for tomorrow.)

“Alfred, have you seen the kids?” he asked.

“Everyone arrived home about an hour or so ago, Master Bruce,” Alfred replied,” None worse for wear.”

‘Well that didn’t sound too bad,’ Bruce thought, though a bit surprised. “Really? No fights? I could’ve sworn Jason mentioned they were going out for drinks tonight…” Then again, it was entirely possibly his second eldest son could’ve been pulling his leg. Neither Tim nor Damian were old enough to drink and Bruce couldn’t see either of them willing to go bar hopping with their older brothers and sister.

Alfred went back to chopping up chicken into teeny tiny pieces. “No fights,” he reaffirmed.

“Well, where are they?”

If he didn’t know any better, Bruce would’ve sworn he saw an infinitesimal smile on Alfred’s face. “They’re around here somewhere, I’d imagine,” was all he said.

Thoroughly confused, Bruce left the kitchen, off in search of that ip-ip-ip sound.

It was only when he reached the parlor that he realized the noise actually was. “Puppies?” he blinked in astonishment, which quickly turned into a mix of annoyance and anger,” Boys!”

No reply came, of course, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t follow the sound of yipping puppies all the way from the parlor to the family wing. The closer he got, the louder it became, intermixed with telltale “Shhhh!”s and “Quiet down, Theodore.” (Theodore???) Until finally he stopped in front of Dick’s room. For politeness’ sake, he knocked on the door three times. Also because he really found the panicked cries of “Oh shit, it’s Bruce!” highly entertaining.

“Quick, think of something!” Jason hissed loudly, though he probably thought he was being quiet.

“What do you suggest we do? It’s not like was can pretend we’re not here and hope he goes away.” Damian, ever the pragmatic.

“Tim, you’re the sneaky bastard of the family. Do something.”

“Why do I gotta do something? This is all Dick’s fault.”

Bruce knocked on the door -loudly, with the flat of his palm- three more times before throwing it open.

The sight of all five of his children with their arms full of puppies was both expected and yet still surprisingly jarring. As was the wide eyed, deer in the headlights look each and every one of them had. Yes, even Cassandra. Who he could admit, looked absolutely adorable with a golden retriever puppy snuggling in her arms and chewing playfully on her fingers.

(Jason was, unsurprisingly, trying to gently wrestle a pillow away from another one)

“Father, we can explain!” Damian was the first to speak up, but it was Tim who finished for him.

“It was Dick who brought them home!”

Dick… Richard John Grayson, his eldest son and who at one point was assumed to be the most mature of all his children… had nothing to say for himself.

Though that might have been because he was currently sitting on the floor, getting run over by no less than three puppies and giggling up a storm. “Dick…” Bruce shook his head, exasperated,” Where on earth did you get eight puppies?”

With giggles intermixed by random hiccups (was he drunk?), Dick sat up and grinned at his dad. “San-Sandy down on 64th,” he answered,” She had puppies! Well, not her really, but her dog. Her dog had puppies, Bruce! And they’re so cute and her apartment’s really small and you know puppies need a lot of room and exercise and running around and a small apartment isn’t a good place to raise seven puppers.”

“She was gonna bring them to the pound, Father,” Damian interjected, sounding absolutely horrified by the prospect,” The pound.”

Even Tim wholeheartedly agreed with him. Which says a lot considering they don’t agree on anything. “Have you seen that place, Bruce? They have way too much of an overcrowding issue as it is.” Bruce peered closer at Tim; were his cheeks redder than usual?

“So it was really you two who had the idea to bring them here?” he asked suspiciously.

“They’re mine!” Dick shouted suddenly,” I’m taking them all home with meeeeeee!” He fell once more into a fit of giggles when one puppy jumped up to nip at his face. Bruce could only watch in growing defeat as Dick fell backwards onto the floor and got promptly run over by puppies.

He sighed,” Dick… son, you can’t take eight puppies home with you to Bludhaven.”

“I can and I will!” came the slurred reply,” I’m a-” Dick hiccuped,” I’m a grown man and yuuu can’t stahp me, Brooose!”

‘How much has he had to drink tonight?’ Bruce wondered idly, then looked to his other children for help.

(He really should’ve known better)

“He’s not keeping all eight, B,” Jason reassured. It was not particularly reassuring, as when Bruce glanced over on the bed, Cassandra was carefully tying a blue ribbon around one puppy in place of a collar and Damian was still repeatedly calling the one he was holding ‘Theodore’.

‘Oh no, don’t tell me…’ His eyes widened upon realization, but before he could voice his absolute refusal, Jason hefted up on pup under his left arm,” Meet Fuzz…” Then a second puppy under his other arm,” ….and Buster.”

As if on cue, Buster howled at Bruce.

Tim was no better than the rest of his siblings. Of them all, he’d picked the calmest of the pups, sitting quietly on the bed with it sitting peacefully in his lap. “Leslie’s been telling me to get a therapy dog,” he said quietly, but with that wicked gleam in his eye that said he knew exactly how he was pulling at Bruce’s heartstrings.

“I don’t think this is what she meant when she-” he started to argue but then made the mistake of looking at Cass.

Without breaking eye contact, she leaned over and ruffled first Tim’s hair, then the puppy’s head, and said,” It’ll be good for little brother.”

‘I….’ He could only open and shut his mouth without saying a word. In the end, he could only accept defeat and retreated from the room without a word.

(An hour later, Alfred found him in the library searching for any books about dog training.)

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