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latent-sense-of-loyalty · 3 months

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Ch. V

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October 7th 1893

He did not expect what would actually happen, agreeing to accompany her on this… excursion? He had known about her extracurriculars for some time, nearly impossible to hide broken bones and cuts from his gaze. Plus explaining anything like that to the nurse would have her permanently grounded here. Lenore trusted Aesop enough to keep the secret, and she knew the only way it would break is if it went too far.

They were very close to that line.

He saw her emerge from the bridge, fixing her black gloves. He deduced that her school uniform was not exactly the best attire for such a task, instead opting for a simple black shirt, vest, and trousers. Her overcoat bellowed in the fall twilight breeze, Aesop for a moment unable to form a thought. She looked like an Auror, she reminded him of his prior co-workers, strong and down to business. She looked powerful, beautiful. For the moment, Aesop forgot she was his student.

Immediately Aesop banished the thought, shaking his head and collecting himself as Lenore approached. She looked him up and down, a small smile appearing in her face. "Just… going to wear the same thing you usually do?" He was taken aback, looking down at his usual attire.

"I'll have you know that I wore almost this exact attire while I was an Auror." Aesop did his best to sound stern, but even he could not hide his growing amusement. "I think it works quite well. You can never go wrong with perfection"

Lenore couldn't argue, he did wear the robes and suit well. Very well. Well enough that she found herself admiring how well he wore them recently. For someone out of the Auror career for some time, he found a way to keep himself fit. It made her indulge in a dangerous curiosity.

"Well, anyways," She cleared her throat, approaching him more as they both stared out into the night sky. "I'd say we best get a move on. I received an owl that they plan to move the cargo tonight from the Clagmar Coast." As she began to walk, something came to her head, a very large something that filled her with concern.

"Professor Sharp… pardon me for asking, because I don't mean to question your abilities whatsoever," Judging by the expression in his eyes, Lenore was already treading on dangerous ground. "But…. Your leg… I dont want you getting hurt."

Aesop chuckled at her concern. "You do not need to worry about me." He reached inside his jacket, visiting out a flask.

Lenore almost choked. "Drinking?"

"No! Merlin’s beard, do you think I'm a drunk Miss Arkanos?" He was half offended by the statement, but something about her shock made him try his best to hide the smile fighting its way through. “Something I have made myself to help with the pain. It will not heal it per say, just give me some relief for a short while.”

“You still haven't found anything.” He could hear the concern in Lenore’s tone, her eyes deeply sympathetic. “I’m sorry professor.”

“No need,” He waved his hand dismissively. He recalled a few times she had stayed behind to see if she could be of some help finding a cure with him, both of their efforts still in vain. But it was one of the few things he could keep some kind of false hope for. “All you need to know is that I can still be just as agile as you.”

Something about the smile appearing on Lenore’s lips made his stomach flutter.

“We shall see.'' Before he could get in a rebuttal, she made a loud whistle into the night air, the sound echoing through the valley beneath them. For a moment, Aesop just stood there, confused in the silence.

“Why would you whistle for the broom-” before he could finish a large gust of wind nearly pushed him over, the visage of a large white hippogriff, flying directly above of the pair, softly landing beside Lenore before nuzzling into her neck. Only then did he notice the carcase of a weasel in her coat pocket, Lenore feeding the Hippogriff before scratching its neck. When she looked back to Aesop, she could not help herself, giggling at his shocked expression.

“What, I'm sure back in your days at Hogwarts they also had Hippogriffs.” She could almost hear the sound of his eyes rolling as he walked towards the creature, dipping into a low bow. Lenore stepped away, giving the chance for Highwing to inspect the man before giving him a bow. Seeing Aesop bow like that, she could not help but have a blush grace her cheeks. Quickly she turned away, doing her best to regain some composure before she heard the man clear his throat. She could see the shit eating smirk on his face.

“For your information, miss,” he leaned in, giving her a nudge as his hand ran over the snow white feathers, “I was actually quite good in Care of Magical Creatures.”

“Oh really! Based on your charm and general demeanor, I would think you were the post popular among all the Jobberknolls.” Aesop was shocked to see Highwing let out a huff, stomping its talons into the dirt. For a moment, he let her words sink in before letting out a laugh.

Not only had this been the first time she had ever heard any kind of laugh like this from the man, it was the first Lenore had seen a look of pure joy on his face. His laugh was strong, nearly like a bark, yet contagious. She could not help but join in herself. As he calmed, Lenore could suddenly feel herself be lifted from the ground, Aesop helping her onto Highwing. When she looked down, she could see another look in his eyes she had never seen, and this time she could not tell exactly what it was. But it made her body light up like a candle.

“Be good, girl.” his voice rumbled with a low timbre, one that shook Lenore to her core. Aesop hoisted himself onto the creature, Lenore feeling his chest now flush against her back. Her brain was falling apart, barely able to form a coherent thought other than ‘him’.

“Shall we go?” his breath fell against her neck, Lenore thanking the stars that she was mostly covered, her skin now covered in goosebumps.

With a simple command and direction, Highwing had taken flight, soaring high above the loch as they made their way towards the coast.

For most of the flight, the two remained in a blissful silence. It had been years since Aesop had seen anything like this, the countryside and hamlets all around him. It all took his breath away, his eyes wide with wonderment. A part of him could not help but let out a breathless laugh at the spectacle of it all. Only when the ocean started getting closer in their sights, did Aesop realize how he was holding himself around Lenore.

For the entire flight, Lenore had been in some kind of delirious haze, thankful Highwing knew where she was going. Aesop’s scent, even with the wind against them, completely surrounded her. Lenore could barely be able to remind herself not to grip onto Highwing’s feathers too tightly. Never had the professor been this close to her, the closest being him looking over her shoulder in the potions classroom. Lenore knew it was wrong, but the whole situation felt so strangely intimate to her. That thought alone is what she assumed compelled her to say one of the stupidest things to ever grace her brain.

“U-Uh…. You know… It was my eighteenth birthday on the third of September.”

Aesop swore he nearly fell off of the Hippogriff, the jerking motion of his body jumping making the creature squawk in protest, the professor steadying himself. Her comment had come completely out of nowhere, and he then realized exactly what their proximity was, his body lighting like fire on gasoline. His response started with a choked cough, trying to regain some control in this situation.

“Well… um… a good belated birthday to you, Miss Arkanos.” he cursed himself on such a weak response. He sounded like an utter fool.

Thankfully for the both of them they were nearly at their destination, Highwing lowering herself towards the beach ahead, sharp rocks poking out form the sides of the mountain, giving them some kind of cover. As they galloped along the beach, Lenore could feel herself starting to tense, her mind now settling into her fighting headspace. Aesop could feel it too, a feeling he had not felt since helping the woman and Professor Fig. the potion had done its work, his leg feeling like it had before the injury, just a little lamer.

Soon enough, they could see an orange glow ahead, the distant sound of muffled voices making the hippogriff slow. They could hear the sound of crates being moved, animal whimpers, and waves breaking against something on the shore. Lenore could see a way into the ocean, a large galleon bobbing on the water. Slowly the two dismounted, sneaking up to the outcropping of rocks. With hushed voices, both cloaked themselves in Disillusionment, climbing the outcrop and peering over into the camp.

Quickly, Lenore noticed it seemed to be a camp of about fifteen, tents just finished being packed as they loaded their supplies onto the boats waiting at shore. Cages seemed to be on the far side of the camp, loaded with what seemed to be an infant thestral and six Kneazle. From how they were organized, it seemed they were to be the last loaded onto the boats. Silently, Lenore pointed to the cages, then to a few barrels still hanging around the dismembered camp. Grabbing his sleeve gently, they both slipped behind the stone.

“I can take the way around to unlock them. On my signal, draw them to those barrels in the back. We can blast once they are close enough and provide cover for them to escape.” Aesop immediately wanted to debate the plan, thinking the risk would be far too great. She would be out in the open while he stayed in cover.

“I'm not about to be tucked away and hidden with this. Besides, I can apparate. Let me take the riskier job. I'm not about to put you in any line of fire.” She knew from his tone he was not about to back down, Lenore just letting out a sigh as she nodded in agreement to his plan. Before she could climb over, Aesop grabbed her hand firmly, pulling her towards him until their faces were merely an inch apart.

“If anything goes the wrong way, you will get out. Even if it means leaving me behind. Don't take any unnecessary risks, understand?” Lenore could hardly breath, only nodding in response. He squeezed her hand, finally letting her go as they made their move.

Aesop made his way on the outskirts of the camp, thankful his leg was not in pain as he kept to his crouch. He inspected the faces of the poachers, trying his best to memorize them all in case he had the opportunity to take them in. He could just make out the blurred form of Lenore climbing over some of the rocks, sliding down to hide behind some crates. The tumbling pebbles had made a few turn their heads towards the noise, Aesop taking the opportunity to move himself faster towards the cages. Two guards were in front, more interested in their own conversation than the animals themselves. He was thankful, as he inspected the cage and animals, that the locks were simple enough to break open. The only problem was, the sound of the metal rubbing together as they unlocked would definitely alert the two younger men before him. Looking around, Aesop saw a pile of rocks to his left by the water, slowly moving to pick one up, throwing it into the water gently.

Immediately their attention was grabbed, one of the men making his way to the water's edge. Taking the advantage, first making sure the coast was clear, Aesop grabbed the other in a choke hold, quickly incapacitating him silently. He moved the body behind the cages, taking the advantage to unlock the first cage, the baby thestral quickly taking flight.

Just as he was about to get to the second lock, he had heard one of the witches in the distance yell out, a red barrel flying through the air and the night being erupted into an explosive flame. ‘Shit!’ was the only thought crossing Aesop’s mind as the night erupted into spells flying. As fast as he possibly could he unlocked the other cage, Kneazles scattering into the frenzy. Frantically he looked for Lenore, spotting her as she rolled out of the way of a bombarda, sending a poacher flying into the ocean. Without thinking, muscle memory took over for Aesop, joining in the fray. A few wizards he quickly incapacitated, his wand quickly freezing them. Lenore noticed straight away where Aesop was located, taking the chance to flipendo, the wizards flying into the cages behind, Aesop locking them in.

He knew they were completely outnumbered, even if the fight was turning in their favour. They both could see the other wizards trying their best to flank the two, boxing them in as best as they could to bombard them with attacks. Taking the chance, Lenore let burst a ring of fire around her, buying them the chance to try and run, the whistle coming from Lenore breaking through the screams of the ignited poachers. Aesop did his best to keep stunning the others, needing to buy them as much time as it took for Highwing to appear. His fear only kept growing as he saw Lenore get knocked back into a boulder, head colliding and breaking the skin. Aesop could feel something take over him, sending a flurry of confringo spells to knock the man out. He rushed over to Lenore, moving her to the other side of the boulder as more spells were thrown their way.

“Are you alright?” his voice was desperate, peering over to send more attacks. Lenore just nodded, shaking her head as she grabbed Aesop’s shoulder.

“I have an idea! I need you to lure them to that large outcrop we came over!” Aesop wanted to shake her, tell her they weren't going to win this if they stayed, that this was far too dangerous for the both of them. But the look in her eyes, the sheer determination, was enough to sway him. With a squeeze of her shoulders, she saw Aesop apparate towards the outcropping, most of the wizards going after him. Lenore came out to try her best to corral them towards the wall, flames erupting around her as they were driven back enough. Before they could realise her plan, Lenore began to fling the last of the red barrels towards them, the explosion making the wall break away and collapse. Some were caught in the stone, others trying to apparate towards the ship, sustaining enough damage from the two.

As if by luck Highwing had made it, landing by the cages as she cried out. The two made eye contact as they began to run towards the hippogriff, knowing this was their chance. But something caught Lenore’s peripheral. One of the wizards stepped out from behind the boat, locking his sights on Aesop. His limp had gotten worse, the potion clearly wearing down as he nearly made it to the cages.

It only took a split second after seeing the glow of red from his wand to steer Lenore away from Highwing, heading directly to Aesop himself. She could hear him yell out in pained confusion, but as he saw her sprinting, she could see the glow now across her face. Before he had any time to react, Lenore barreled into the professor, taking his coat by the lapels and using all of her strength to throw him behind her, her eyes locking with the wizard just as the crutiatus curse hit her.

Lenore could only take the second to remember the attacker, quickly apperating away before her body erupted into unimaginable torture. Aesop heard the scream shatter the night around them. Without hesitating, he grabbed the woman, carrying and hoisting her onto Highwing as she writhed and screamed out in terrible pain. He was barely on the creature when it broke into flight, trying to get away from the chaos as soon as possible. Lenore writhed against him, tears soaking through his jacket as he cradled her to his chest. It killed him seeing her like this, all he wanted was to take the pain and make it his own. Her beauty was painfully distorted, body now seizing as the red aura of the curse surrounded her.

Aesop just held her, whispering soothing words in her ear as he rocked her, Highwing trying her best to fly as fast as possible back to the castle. It was not much of a relief, but at a point halfway through their flight, he could feel Lenore go limp in his arms, most likely blacking out from the pain. It was the only relief he could give for now, his heart pounding in his chest. For the second time, he felt as if it was his fault someone he truly cared for got hurt by something that was meant for him. The only reprieve was that, by sheer luck, it had not been the killing curse. Now, Aesop could only wait.

Lenore did not know if she was lucky or not, to have felt the effects of the curse before. This time however, it felt far worse. She wasn't sure if Sebastian had cast it wrong before, but this time, she had thought she was going to die. When she went unconscious, Lenore thought for a very brief moment that there would be relief. She was very wrong. But at one point, she felt it disappear, the ice cold fingers of slumber dragging her down.

The first thing she noticed as she began to come to again, was that Aesop’s scent surrounded her, the warmth of bedsheets weighing on her body blissfully. For a moment, Lenore thought she had died. If this was her afterlife, she would take it. But slowly she started to feel the aching bones in her body, especially the pulsing pain on her head. She wanted to move, to get up and see what happened, but her body felt as if it had been replaced with lead. For now, she opened her eyes.

The first thing she noticed was the firelight dancing off the wooden ceiling. The room was warm, the smell of earl grey mixing now with Professor Sharp. Professor Sharp….

“Shit!” she gasped out, bolting upwards until a pain caused her to double over in pain, moaning out. It was then she saw the Professor himself, sitting in a large armchair in front of the fire. At the sound of her getting up, she could see his concerned expression landing on her, quickly standing. He commanded her to lay back down, limping over to a desk with a potion kit, grabbing a vial before limping to sit on the end of the bed. He reached to the side table, Lenore only now noticing the porcelain cup. He poured the vial inside, swirling it around before lifting the cup to her lips.

“Drink.”

Lenore did as she was told, the sound of his voice filled with his own pain and concern. As she felt the earl grey tea run down her throat, she felt her whole body go into a blissful numbness, all aching dissipating the more she drank. It only took a minute before the contents of the cup were gone. After he placed it beside her again, she wished for it to be brought back, the tension now piqued as they sat together. Lenore did not know what to say, and she knew the Professor was just as lost for words. But she had to try.

“Professor… I`”

“Do you know what could have happened? What… What kind of extremely dangerous risk you took doing this? You’re lucky it was merely a cruciatus curse that hit you.” He was not about to mention how it was meant for him, how he was supposed to be the one defending her. “Miss Arkanos…. If you had died…” Aesop felt himself getting choked up, the thought nearly making him sick. He did everything to try and keep some composure, but without thinking, he looked to Lenore, his hand reaching to trace the cut on her head.

Lenore felt her heart tear seeing the pain in his eyes, hating that she caused this. But she would not change the outcome. Lenore knew, if the situation happened again, she would take the curse for him a thousand times. Her hand slowly reached up to touch his. His hand was rough, calloused from years of work. The hairs were a peppered grey, matching his beard. She could feel him tense from her touch, but he didn't make any kind of move to retract it, both of them just looking at each other. When he spoke again, she could hear the fear laced in his words, the desperation as he pleaded with her.

“Please…. Lenore. Do not ever put yourself at risk like this again.” her chest tightened with guilt, her hand squeezing his own.

“I won't sir…”

Aesop took that as enough of an answer for now, his hand falling away. He could feel his chest fluttering again, heart racing. He created some distance to regain his thoughts, pouring the both of them another cup of tea. Helping her sit up, he placed the warm porcelain in her hand, moving a char to sit beside her.

“You know, I will say, your fighting skills are amazing. You can hold your own better than some Aurors I worked with in my day.” Lenore felt her chest swell with pride, his praise almost euphoric to her ears.

“But…”

“But?” Lenore’s head snapped towards the man, brows knit in confusion.

“Your skill in stealth is horrid. Like I said, you were lucky things panned out mostly in our favour, but you need to work on trying to be as silent and hidden as possible. Not every situation can take such a bombastic approach. You will put not just your life, but others at risk.” His voice was hard and stern, just like how he would reprimand and scold anyone in class. It made Lenore shrink down into his bed more. Only then realizing where she was.

“Professor is this your… room?”

Aesop nodded, sipping more of his tea. “I could not just bring you to the Hospital Wing after everything. Both of us would have had hell to pay. I'm lucky nobody saw me carrying you here.” Lenore felt her cheeks warm, the thought of her being carried by him making her feel lighter.

“Thank you sir… for everything.” Her eyes met his again, her hand reaching to squeeze his own. This time, he tensed at her touch, her skin leaving a beautiful patch of warmth. For a moment, they stared into each other's eyes in silence, Aesop not noticing that they had gotten closer together, their faces again just inches apart.

What broke them from their trance was a knock at the door.

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Aesop had not realized he had fallen asleep in his chair until he heard the knocking across the room. Trying to rub the sleep from his eyes, he took notice that the fire was now reduced to burning embers, the private room mostly dark save for the lamp beside him. Papers scattered everywhere on the table before him, haphazard notes taken from the recent development in the case from Ominis. He was lucky Sirona had let him use the room for the past while.

Speaking of which.

“Sir? Just checking in to see if you needed anything.” Sirona’s voice was heard on the other side, a slight bit of concern tinging her words. She also must have come to realize how much time Aesop had spent here. A sudden clap of thunder outside shook the rest of the dreariness from his mind, Aesop clearing his throat.

“No, I am fine, Sirona, thank you.” He tried his best to sound as awake as possible, but even he couldn't hide all of his exhaustion .

“Alright, I am just serving the last few stragglers before closing up, will you be staying the night?” Shit, Aesop did not realize exactly how late it was. Staring through the window, he could see the night had indeed descended, Aesop letting out a sigh in frustration. He had not meant to fall asleep, but he knew he would be too tired now to go anywhere.

“Yes sorry, just give me a moment, I'll be right downstairs to pay!” he called through the door, scrambling to find his coin purse. He heard Sirona call and say to take his time as her footsteps retreated back down into the tavern, The Auror now letting a groan out in frustration. He had been pouring over these notes for two days, sending owls to Ominis to see if he would have any other clue to where Lenore could have gone. Ominis could only assume she would want to be as far away from any loved one as possible, hence making sure her tracks were covered. The only tip off was that they both knew that Lenore had a hard time keeping away from comfort places, which to the two of them, gave the hope she was somewhere in the Hogwarts vicinity. He and Ominis both remembered how much she stated that she adored the area, how it was a second home to her. On an investigative side, it did make some sense to him about her hiding in plain sight. But since Ranrok and Rookwood, Auror presence had gone up exponentially.

And that was the problem he faced with this whole scenario now. Anything that would have made some kind of sense, made little sense at all once it had some holes poked through.

Just as he was picking up the coin purse, his body was thrown to the floor, the building shaking beneath him as he heard Sirona yelling out, mixed with furniture breaking. It took him a moment to understand the situation, quickly making his way to the door. He could see a confringo blast outside through the doors, a figure racing out into the downpour, a few wizards running after them. Aesop didn't waste any time, taking his flask out for a swig as he raced down the stairs, veering to the side door that let him out into the alley. The pounding rain muffled most sounds but he could hear the shouting of the attackers run right past, Aesop on their heels. Quickly, he incapacitated one, the others now realizing they were being flanked. Aesop was lucky enough for a couple Auror’s who were stationed in Hogsmeade to be coming from their sides, most scattering. He called out orders to them as he continued to run forward, more concerned about the figure those wizards were chasing. It had taken a moment to catch up, just seeing the first figure turn around to wave their wand, a piece of stone from a wall flying through the hair to collide with the wizard's face. Aesop could hear the skull crushing on impact, knowing the wizard was probably killed instantly.

“Shit!” the other wizard cried out, turning back to the figure. “I'll get you for that bitch!” As the wizard raised his wand, Aesop felt time go still for a moment, his heart dropping.

He had seen magic like that before, seen someone wield their wand like that, and as the thunder clapped above them, he saw the figure, now on the hill, raise their wand to the sky. Aesop tried to run towards her as fast as he could, but just as he was about to pass the attacker, the figure's wand shone a brilliant blue, illuminating their face as a lightning bolt was brought down from the sky, almost incinerating the attacker. The force of the blast throwing Aesop back, his body colliding with a wooden cart. In his blurred vision, he could see the figure hesitate for a moment before they aparated, Aurors now descending on the scene. As they tended to Aesop, others checking the bodies to confirm death, he felt his chest light up again, and hope flooded through him.

The figure, as their magic illuminated their face, had been one of an old woman. Yet their eyes. Eyes of blue with vibrant green flecks.

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wheeler-beretta-harwood · 2 years

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The best way to describe me on my period is that It’s a full moon since I’ve gotten bitten and it’s my first time transforming into a werewolf. I’m happy, than mad, next thing you know I’m hysterically crying and eating a 10 pound bag of Swedish fish and drinking a liter of cola watching princess diaries, while Eddie Kingston brings me offerings of chocolate and soda before hiding in the living room. What is your aew boyfriend doing for you.

Did I shamelessly use this to write some fluff for my sweet boy? 100% yes. He'd be such a good sport.

In the few months we have been dating, Cash has figured out my pattern. It's like a clockwork, really. It all starts 4 days before my period hits.

For two days, I am ridiculously horny. The way he blinks and breathes makes me lose my mind. Basically the fact that he has a pulse turns me on. So we have sex at least three times a day, even more if he lets me have my way. I apologize for being so needy and clingy, but I can't help it. That's the fun part for the both of us.

Then, for another two days, I am ridiculously bitchy. The way he blinks and breathes makes my blood boil. Basically the fact that he has a pulse pisses me off. So he tries to stay away from me as much as possible, and when I snap at him for no reason whatsoever, he is a true gentleman and sucks it up. I do realize at some point how shitty I am treating him, and apologize for being so moody and mean to him, but again, I can't help it. Every once in a while, I cry while telling him I am sorry. That's the shitty part for the both of us.

And then, my period hits. It's okay the first, maybe even the second day. I am my normal self, or at least as normal as I get. And we live our lives in peace.

At some point, the cramps start. Bad cramps. Really painful cramps. So when Cash sees me standing there, writhing in pain while one of my hands is almost digging into the wood of the doorframe, he walks up to me, wraps his arms around me from behind and tenderly kisses my neck, his beard softly brushing my skin. "Do you want your hot-water bottle, Sweetheart? Maybe some cuddles?" He asks as he gently rubs my stomach.

My first reaction is to lean against his body and sigh. There is just always something about his embrace that makes me relax and feel safe. It feels like nothing bad can happen as long as his arms are around me.

"Oh God, yes please. I'd love that." I feel him smile against my skin before he takes my hand in his and we walk over to the couch.

He presses his lips on mine before mumbling that he'll be right back. In the meantime, I grab the soft blanket and wrap it around my body, eyes flinching in pain every now and then.

He returns a few minutes later with my hot-water bottle and places it underneath the blanket, on my lower stomach before crawling under the blanket as well. His arms snake around me again and I nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

"Want a hot chocolate? Ice cream? A sandwich?" He asks after a few minutes. My lips are ghosting along his neck until I reach his jawline and pepper his face with little kisses until I reach his lips. "Nope. I just want you." I whisper against his mouth before kissing him.

He grins and runs his hand along my back. "Already back to being horny?" The amusement in his voice makes me smile.

"It's not my fault you're this handsome. It has never happened with my exes. Not to this degree. So you're the one to blame." I retort before running my hand along his chest. Then, I get serious. "I'm sorry, though, I know I am a lot to deal with."

He chuckles before pulling me closer to his chest. "Don't you ever apologize for wanting to have sex with me again. I happily comply, Baby. It's actually a great workout." His other hand gently rubs my stomach, and I can't help but smile at him. Our lips are magnetic, because we simply can't keep them off of each other. So what started as an innocent kiss soon turns into a messy make out session. And I am not sure if it is the warmth on my stomach or the magical feeling of Cash's touch, but soon, all the pain caused by my cramps vanishes.

I honestly think it's the latter.

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casspurrjoybellbittner · 3 months

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Wreckless - Not My Daddy

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

My week has sucked... I got poked, prodded and sucked 'not the good kind' on Monday morning which left me six hours of a very long afternoon to try to get caught up... I failed.

Tuesday was such a clusterfuck of suck 'also the bad kind' that I don't even want to think about it.

The highlight was Jesse, my head of accounting, giving his notice.

At least he won't be hitting on me anymore even though it means I have to go through the hiring process again.

With what time? I need to clone myself.

I almost made it to Emmett's last night but ended up staying very late and doing a conference call with Taiwan that started at eight pm.

The fact is that I put some things off last week in order to spend more time with him and this week, they bit me in the ass 'again, not fun'.

But today, today I'm going to see Emmett come hell or high water.

I've already told Megan I'm leaving and that she should too and I'm currently setting my phone to go directly to voicemail... Done.

I almost forget my bag but ten minutes later I've said my good-byes, told two people I met on the way out of the building that I will talk to them tomorrow and managed to make it to my car.

Closing the door feels like I just got away with something and maybe I did.

I should stay another hour but I'm mentally fried. There aren't any parking spaces, someone must be having a party or funeral.

I park two blocks away and regret not texting Emmett as soon as I get out of my car.

I will be fine... Positive thinking.

I make it to Emmett's gate without incident and Mrs. Lewis gives me a small wave.

"Hello ma'am."

I step inside, drop my bag, slip out of my jacket which I hang on the peg and then freeze.

Emmett is... Emmett is... his hair.

I mean it's mostly his beard but that's hair too, really.

I mean, WHAT?

"Emmett. You..."

He strokes his smooth chin.

"Didn't I tell you? Yeah, a couple of days ago."

I'm staring but I can't help it.

"What? I showed you a pic, you said you liked my face."

"I... I do."

He's right, he warned me when we first met that he shaves for the summer.

I guess I just didn't realize how disarming it would be.

I have no idea why I'm upset, I shouldn't be.

He does look good, hell he is maybe even hotter now although I'm not sure how that's possible. It's just...

"So what is it? Need a few minutes to adjust?"

He closes the distance between us and takes off my tie, then starts unbuttoning my shirt while I just stand there.

Maybe I'm in shock.

Maybe it's just my crappy, busy week and the fact that I thought everything would be better and easy once I got here and it's not, somehow.

It should be, it's just hair but everything is wrong, too.

"Finnegan?"

I try to look up at him but can't.

I kick my shoes off and find myself pouting, boo-boo lip in full effect.

He puts a finger under my chin and I lift my head but stare off to the side.

"What's wrong?"

"I missed you," I mumble. "And I've missed you."

But now he's not him, somehow, now he...

"You don't look like my Emmett."

I hate the words, hate how desperate and whiny they are but they're the only ones I have to try to describe the craziness going on in my head right now.

"Oh," he says gently, pulling me into a hug.

"I see. Well, Finn, do I sound like daddy?"

He does, even with my head nuzzled into his neck he does.

"Yes."

He maneuvers around and kisses me gently, then lets me hide again.

"Do I kiss like your Emmett?"

"Hmm."

I've missed kissing him... a lot.. it's been too long.

"I promise that I still taste like daddy, too but you'll have to wait until the morning, my baby boy."

He pulls me tighter against him.

"Do I feel like your Emmett?"

God he does, yes.

"Yes and you smell like him too."

"That's right, that's right. And guess what? I can still take care of you, too. In lots of ways, Finn. You'll be okay, just trust me but I'm proud of you for telling me what's bothering you."

It was hard to admit that I was so upset by something so stupid.

"I know it's stupid, I'm sorry."

"It's not stupid, we're both new to this and I didn't realize it would bother you. I learned something today. Now, are you hungry?"

I am, I'm absolutely starving but I'm not sure if I need him or food most.

"Yes."

"I want you to get out of those pants and then I'll be right back to kiss you properly, all right? I was gonna ask you about this later but maybe it'll cheer you up. What do you think about going to the Zoo on Saturday? Does that sound like fun?"

The Zoo? In as much little space as I can manage?

"Yes."

I throw my arms around his neck and hug him.

"I love animals. I didn't know there was a Zoo here."

"The Baltimore Zoo is really nice but if you want to make a whole day of it we can go to D.C. They have pandas. It's huge though and honestly I prefer the Baltimore zoo since you can walk it without dying but I'll leave it up to you to decide."

Decisions, decisions.

"If we do the smaller zoo does that mean we'd have time and energy to play after?"

"Yes it does, Finn. I'd have lots and lots of time to play with you. I have something new I want to show you, would you like that?"

Well that more than answers THAT question.

"I think so, daddy. It's going to be a great day, I can't wait."

"Good, I can't either. Do you feel better now?"

"I do, thank you Em. Sorry I was so sad."

"Don't worry about it, darling. I'm going to go work on dinner, you can get comfortable."

"Okay."

I spend the rest of the evening deep in little space.

We have an amazing dinner and afterwards I build my Lego car and play with Marten.

He tucks me into bed and then reads me two chapters of Percy Jackson because he says I deserve it... It's bliss.

The next morning I wake up as I'm being rolled onto my stomach.

Emmett yanks down my undies and uses a knee to spread my legs.

I am instantly, a hundred thousand percent turned on.

"Shhh, I know you want to choke on daddy's cock but I have a present for you first. Would you like a toy, Finn?"

Oh, he's going to, oh.

"Yes Sir."

"Relax, here you go."

The lube is chilly but the toy, whatever it is, isn't that big and slides in easily.

I'm not sure why him pulling back up my undies is so invasive or wonderful but it is.

"Such a good boy. That's it. Ready?"

"Yes Em. That feels good."

He turns on the vibrations and I'm glad he's holding me down because I jump at the sudden stimulation.

"Oh."

"There you go, that's what you get for being such a good little cocksucker. Now get down there, I know you want it."

I do and he rolls onto his side and so do I, slinking below the covers.

God my ass feels amazing, how have I never used a vibrator before?

I can feel it the whole way in my balls.

I want him to be rough because I won't last long and I want to come while I'm choking on my breakfast.

"Teach me master."

That should do it and it does.

He pushes in deep, pinning me against the bed as he fucks my face with abandon.

"That's it, fuck yes Finn, take it."

He's moaning and muttering under his breath as he fists my hair, every ounce of the sweet, considerate daddy from last night now funneled into something much different yet just as good and desperately needed

"I've been saving up for you for days... knew you'd need it.... Gonna flood your mouth.. choke you with it, babe... are you ready?"

I am but I'm not and true to his word I gag and sputter, my own balls erupting as he shoots deep down my throat.

Maybe I'll make it through the day now, I feel ready.

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9x01 | requested by Anonymous

#Rick Grimes #*#rg #S9 #I wasn't sure if you legit wanted that scene giffed or just Rick 😁#if you wanted the scene i can do that too just ask #i defaulted to being a trash goblin #god this did not want to color at all #hiding Fuzzy Daddy in the dark is a felony #i looked it up #HELLO MY GORGEOUS OLD MAN #still want to rub his head like it's a crystal ball and i'm a cheap ass fortune teller at a county fair #don't lick your lips pls richard #pls #just want to hide in his neck and nuzzle into the santa beard #Papa Bear 🐻💕#excuse me but The Nose™#check.....check.....yep this look still has me open like Motel 6

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matbaerzal · 2 years

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how about mat wants to shave the playoff beard but knows you’ll miss it so you ask him to eat you out one last time before he shaves it (i would kill to have that face in between my thighs)

Sorry for the waiiit, ik the playoffs were agesss ago 😅 let's post this as a manifestation that we get to see the beard again sooner rather than later ✨ I have yet again put my trust in Grammarly so pls excuse any typos

Warnings: pre-established relationship, smut, beard burn, eating out, multiple orgasms, a hint of biting, squirting (oopsie), and some sweet aftercare to wrap it all up... I just went for it with this one hehe Words: 1,6K

"Babe?" you hear Mat shout from the bathroom.

"Yeah" you reply as you make your way over.

"Have you seen my razor?" he's squatted down looking through the bathroom cabinets, running a hand through his hair.

You bite your lip, you'd been dreading this moment and as he looks up at you, you avert his eyes and shake your head.

"No?" he arches a brow at you, slightly amused at your behavior - he knows you too well.

"No" your voice is weak as you drag the word out a little, you don't trust yourself to form a bigger sentence. He stands up and walks closer to you. "So you have absolutely no idea where it could be?" his arm reaches out to brush over the skin on your shoulder, you feel almost shy under his gaze knowing you'll have to admit to him that you hid his razor last week.

You huff out a breath, "I'm not telling you"

He lets out a surprised laugh, "is that so?"

"I'm not ready yet" you shake your head, bringing a hand up to run through his beard to emphasize your statement.

"Well, I am" he gives you a soft smile.

You know you can't stop him from doing it, you know he needs to - for more than one reason. One of them being Lou's stupid rule, another being that he needed to let go of the playoffs.

"I know" you sigh, looking fingers still scratching at his beard, starting to miss it already.

His smile grows a little before he leans in to kiss you. "Now where did you hide it?" He says. "In my sock drawer," you admit, kissing him in an attempt to stall him. When he tries to break the kiss you chase his lips, grabbing onto his t-shirt to keep him close.

He breaks the kiss again, but as you let out a moan in protest his lips find your neck - his beard tickling your skin giving you goosebumps.

"How about I give you a little something to remember it by, hmm? make it last a couple days?" he murmurs into your ear.

You lean back to look into his eyes, checking if he's being serious.

"How does that sound?" he smirks, knowing exactly what you think about it.

You're nodding before you can gather yourself to speak - "yes, please". You've barely finished talking when he lifts you up by your waist, making you squeal as you wrap yourself around him. He carries you over to your shared bed. He gets on his knees on the bed with you in his arms still, attaching his lips to yours as he lowers you down on your back gently.

He sits up, grabbing the back of his t-shirt, taking it off smoothly. You set your weight on one of your elbows, reaching out to admire his toned chest with your other arm.

He grabs your hand, kissing your palm before placing it on his cheek making you feel his facial hair as he leans down - "focus, baby" he winks. His lips are on yours again as he works on undressing you, only breaking the kiss when he has to. He nuzzles into your neck once you're naked underneath him. And as you lay your back down on the bed you move your neck to feel more of him, feeling him smirk against your skin.

He's leaving kisses as he makes his way down your body, making himself comfortable between your legs. He gives you teasing kisses on your bare thighs, making sure to rub his cheeks against them, scratching your skin, which has you moving your hips in desperation - getting wetter by the second.

"Mat, please"

He smiles into the skin on your inner thigh, kissing his way closer to your center, "this what you want?" he ghosts his lips over your pussy, so close you can feel his breath.

"Yes"

You moan out as he licks through your folds, he wraps his arms around your thighs, making sure they're close enough so you can feel his beard on your skin as he sucks your clit into his mouth with a groan. You grab ahold of his hair, biting your lip into your mouth as his tongue works against you.

He makes sure to move his head, making the skin on your thigh feel rough from the scratching, your senses overloaded between the slight pain and immense pleasure.

You start to feel it in your stomach, tightening your hold on his hair as your mouth opens in a silent moan. You know that he knows when he starts sticking to one motion with his tongue with determination. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you cum on his tongue, pressing your thighs even closer around his head. He doesn't let up when you start to feel too sensitive, making you moan his name in protest.

He breaks away only to say "you can take it, I've got you" before he's moving one of his hands to your entrance, the other stays locked around your thigh as he pushes two fingers in. He knows you'd let him know if it was too much to handle. His tongue is relentless against your clit as he hooks his finger into your sweet spot making you come undone again shortly after.

He stills his fingers, keeping them in you as he finally looks up at you. You moan at the sight of him, his lips are red and swollen and his beard- you clench down on his fingers when you see it. Your arousal is spread around his lips, making his facial hair glisten.

"That feel good, baby?" he smiles, you bite your lip and nod. He rests his cheek against your inner thigh starting to move his fingers again once your breathing's evened out. Your skin is already burning from the friction, but it's drowned out as his fingers move in and out of you. You sit up a little and reach a hand out to cup his cheek, feeling your wetness on him, he doesn't take his eyes off of yours as his thumb finds your clit.

"Mat-" you sigh out,

"Yeah, that's it" he encourages, his eyes growing impossibly darker as he takes in the glow your sweat has left on your skin. He can feel your pussy get wetter and wetter as he fucks his fingers into you. As your back falls back onto the bed you grab your chest, your skin tingling when he wipes off the wetness around his mouth on your thigh before nipping at your skin.

Your breath quickens again, and he feels you pulse around his fingers - he looks down to see them disappear into you. His eyes move between your pussy and your face, a smug expression growing on his face as he makes an observation.

"You're gonna squirt, aren't you?" he coos.

You furrow your brows in pleasure, unable to reply as you moan out. Your vision blurs as his fingers move just the way you need them to, back arching as you feel your orgasm approach.

"there you go, pretty"

You feel your pussy gush around him, hearing him groan as you can't keep your eyes open, pleasure taking over your whole body. You can hear how wet it is as he removes his fingers to rub your clit, making you gush again. As you try to close your legs he removes his fingers from your center, kissing your thighs, stomach, hips, anywhere his lips can reach as you start to come down. He moves up your body, taking you into his arms to have you cuddled up against his side. he leaves soft kisses on your face, smiling as he sees your blissful expression despite how tired you might feel now.

When you finally open your eyes he's looking at you with a soft smirk - "might have to consider growing it out again before the season starts if that's what I get".

"Yes, please" you let out a small laugh, your voice croaky as you nuzzle further into him.

He kisses your temple "m'gonna draw you a bath, ok? be right back"

You nod, closing your eyes again, hearing him turn the water on. another moment passes before he's back, helping you out of bed and into the bathtub. It's not quite full yet, but he stays by your side until it gets to a level where he can join you without it spilling over the sides. He turns the water off before leaning in to kiss your lips.

"I'm just going to change the sheets quickly - because someone made a mess all over them - and then I'll be back"

Your cheeks flush with warmth, biting your lip. "Sorry" you drag the word out.

"Don't be" he laughs, "I love it when you squirt for me, you know that" he gives you one more kiss before going back to your bedroom. He comes back in no time, already undressed, getting into the bathtub behind you. You lay your head back on his shoulder, and smile as his beard tickles your skin softly when he kisses your neck. His hands wrap around you to rub the sensitive skin between your thighs.

"Gotta get some lotion on that after" he murmurs.

You nod, humming in agreement. "There's some in the cabinet there" you point nonchalantly.

"Yeah, I know where the lotion is" and you know he rolls his eyes playfully even though you can't see it.

"Well, you didn't seem to know where your razor was" you tease.

"Who's fault was that, eh?" he tickles your side making you jolt with a laugh, splashing some water over the edge of the bathtub in the process.

#op:smut #op:blurb #op:w #mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal smut

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fandomn00blr · 2 years

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Happy birthday you lovely person you!

And the prompt "Sugar and Spice" seems just perfect for your Morrigan/Blackwall pairing, which is one pairing we don't see very often!! Or any other pairing you might prefer, really, it's your birthday so you decide!

Have fun!!

Thank you thank you thank you @cleverblackcat!

This one was fun, and I hope not too goofy. lol. These two can sometimes tend toward a little too much spice, so it was nice to give them a bit of silly/sweet too, and it's a direct follow-up to the other Morriwall prompt I wrote here for Blood Lotus, which canonically, has hallucinogenic properties, so...

Morrigan/Blackwall, Day 3 Sugar & Spice (and Molasses!) from @14daysdalovers’ list of prompts!

“I think it's probably bedtime for Gobs of Giggles,” Bull announces, hoisting Sera up off the ground by her elbows just as she’s about to roll into the fire.

“Wheeee!” she exclaims. “Is this what it’s like for you, Morriwitch? He says you can change into things. Creepy birds, bats, probably…"

“Dragons, perhaps?” Morrigan smirks.

“Yeah!”

“And you believe him?”

“Well…of course!” Sera sputters. "Look at him!"

Morrigan leans back, eyeing Blackwall like they've only just met. "You shouldn't be so trusting of a man who hides so much of his face behind a beard..."

"Hey now!" Blackwall chuffs, reaching his hands greedily around her waist and pulling her into his lap so he can nuzzle it against her.

"Gross!" Sera laughs, kicking at the air beneath her feet.

“Let’s fly you to your tent," Bull says. "These two look like they might need a bit of time to themselves.”

Morrigan cranes her neck around to see that Blackwall is grinning at her like an absolute idiot.

"Do I want to know what’s on your mind?” she asks him.

“You look like you taste like molasses.”

"So the answer should have been 'no,' then." Morrigan shakes her head, smiling. “Still feeling the effects of the blood lotus, I see...”

“Nah. The scales are gone.” He lets one of his hands wander from her waist to her behind, grasping a handful of leather armor and the wool beneath it, mostly. “No tail, either.”

Morrigan laughs, a low husky chortle. “Pity…”

“Let me lick you,” he huffs into the back of her neck.

“Excuse me?”

“Just a little taste…?”

“Oh, Thom…” she sighs. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to beg for it this time. I wouldn’t want you to get the idea that I can be so easily swayed by your questionable charm after just a few sips of tea."

“My dearest lady witch…” He reaches for her hand and pulls it close to his lips. “May I?”

She tugs her hand away and stares coolly at him, but the illusion of indifference is spoiled by the reflection of the embers of the fire burning low and hot in her eyes. “I believe I told you to beg.”

“Morrigan…” he ducks his chin and looks imploringly up at her from beneath his bushy eyebrows. “Please?”

"Hmm…” She scoots away from him to hide her amusement, but he knows most of her tells by now — the way she raises the shoulder closest to him as she clears her throat is an invitation to play. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

Blackwall slides off the log, looking a bit like molasses himself, and falls to his knees in front of her with an irreverent smirk.

“I need to taste you," he whines as he presses a kiss to the top of her hand. “I may very well die if you deny me this…” he says a bit louder as he presses another to the inside of her wrist. “I beg you to let me pry that dark, dusky sweetness out of you with my — “

Morrigan’s eyes go wide as his voice grows even louder and she reaches forward, covering his mouth with her hand. "’Tis enough!" she hisses as she falls forward right into his arms, trembling from her own stifled laughter.

Blackwall presses his tongue obscenely between her fingers.

"Augh!" She pulls her hand away. "Why must you be so...so…"

"Irresistible? Handsome?”

"I believe sloppy is the word I was searching for.”

Blackwall frowns, feigning disappointment. "And you don't taste anything like molasses…”

"I never said I did,” she snorts, but goes quiet when she sees the sudden mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"More like…" He leans forward suddenly and licks her cheek. "Charcoal. And..."

He smacks his lips together and Morrigan recoils from the sound so close to her ear and his searching tongue, but he keeps her close with both arms tightly around her now.

"If you lick me again, I swear to whatever gods you believe in I'll — “

She freezes as Blackwall sticks his tongue out and drags it to the tip of her nose. "Bog water! That's it!" he declares triumphantly.

Morrigan shoves at his chest, and he falls back against the ground with a grunt. She looms over him for just a moment, trying her best to look more formidable than amused, and lowers herself into a kiss when she fails at this. But it’s her tongue that does the exploring this time, aided by gravity and a more-than-willing partner.

"Well, you taste like a liar." She pushes herself up off of him to catch her breath. “And a fool," she concludes.

Blackwall bucks his hips up against her. "Your tent or mine, m’lady?"

"Neither…" Morrigan stands up and offers him her hand. “Come with me…my tea is finally starting to take effect, and I wish to find out what the stars taste like tonight.”

#dragon age #birthentine's bits #14daysdalovers #morrigan #blackwall #morrigan/blackwall #morriwall #day 3 #sugar & spice #blood lotus #part 2 #my writing #the witch & the warden #the witch and the warden

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I don't know if you're still on hiatus or not but if you're not can you do a fluffy scenario with Sean and Doe Eyes loving in each other. You can add a little angst if you want. (I'm just in that soft mood. Softer that Sean's hair.)

I HAVE RETURNED. Sorry for the whole oh yeah I'm gonna write and then died I was just going through it😬😬. I think I might make some smaus with Kvva gang after this because I've been obsessed with those but I also have alot of requests so 😳. Anyway was feeling in a fluffy mood so!

It was like any other day. You woke up to find Sean gone ,probably out in the woods, and went to the kitchen to make you both some breakfast. Sean had really grown on you. He was actually pretty funny and super cute which was a major plus and his hair ohhh it was so fluffy and fun to play with. Breakfast wasn't hard to make you just scrambled some eggs and made bacon and voila you are chef. Filling up two plates you set them on the table and conveniently Sean came back inside right as you set them down. He walked into the kitchen with a hand behind his back and smiled when he saw you "Good morning doe eyes" he said softly with love in his eyes as he walked over and gave you a short kiss. "Good morning Sean" you responded giggling at the sign of affection. These soft moments always made you giddy. It was like a scene straight from a romance novel or movie. You paused and narrowed your eyes "What are you hiding from me" He smirked and showed you a clenched fist "Why don't you guess" he teased and you ,of course, took the challenge. You pretended to think stroking your imaginary beard lost in thought before pointing your finger to the sky in an aha moment "I have no idea" you exclaimed. Sean snorted "Very creative" he jabbed before opening his hand. You took a step forward to peer down into his hand and settled there was a decently sized crystal. You gasped and he gently handed it to you so you could hold it up to the light. "Oh Sean it's so pretty! Thank you I'll add it to my collection!" You exclaimed before wrapping your arms around his neck. He held you back and you nuzzled into him before pulling back and giving him a sweet kiss. "Now come on we don't want breakfast to get cold" you teased.

Sorry this is so short! I'm kind of in love with it though I hope it meets your expectations! If not let me know and I'll write another!

#Sean #Kvva #Sadistic yandere #Please I'd die for Sean

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peppermintquartz · 2 years

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(Probably a one-shot but we'll see)

White Collar

Neal/Peter, Peter/El, El and Neal are friends

"We need an in," Peter Burke says and rubs the bridge of his nose. It's the new glasses he has to wear these days. "Jones has been digging and all we got is that he has a penchant for vintage cars."

"Friedman is canny," Clinton Jones says, as he helps himself to a second serving of lasagna. "El, this is delicious! It's so much-" He sees Peter's warning glare a little too late "-different from the lasagna I had the last time I was here."

"I updated the recipe is all," Elizabeth demurs. "Had some input from Geoffrey." She keeps her tone bland and friendly but there is no mistaking the warm mischief in her wink at 'Geoffrey', aka the 'late' Neal Caffrey.

Jones clears his throat. "It's good to finally meet you, Geoffrey Neil Anderson."

"The pleasure is all mine," Neal says and lifts his glass of Malbec in a toast. "To friends, new and old."

Peter tries to hide his amusement and mortification as he drinks. It's a calculated risk, letting Jones into the Big Secret, but it wouldn't have been fair to keep something like Neal's return hidden from one of the most loyal agents Peter has ever worked with. The next person getting an invitation to the Burkes' new house would be Diana.

It's still unreal to him, some days. Peter sometimes wakes up pressed to a warm, lean body that's mostly muscle, and thinks "it's that dream again", except it isn't a dream. It makes up for all the nightmares he's had of Neal dying, painful and alone, when he can kiss the man who conned them all and feel just how much Neal loves him.

Elizabeth likes having Neal nearby - just next door, in fact - and if they have a door joining the two houses, no one needs to know. She knows Peter is trying to work out an indemnity deal for Neal who recovered so much Nazi treasure, but he's torn between revealing that the death was faked and letting Geoffrey Neil Anderson live as he is.

Elizabeth prefers the latter. She has never liked the tracking anklet, and the distrust people have of Neal Caffrey rankles. Besides, she likes having Geoffrey as her little secret. Some of her acquaintances are already whispering about the art restorer Elizabeth is having an affair with. ("He comes to her events and escorts her to gallery openings. He even went to the opera with her! I mean, how much more obvious can they be? Not that I blame her - he's much more handsome than her Fed husband." She's having the best of Peter and Neal and she is selfish enough to want to keep it.)

Later, after Jones teased Neal on his new bearded face and went home, Mozzie returns with EnToo, the miniature Neal now armed with a new toy his size that he swings around. When the wand gets to Peter's belt, it starts beeping loudly. When Peter glares at him, Mozzie shrugs. "It's a metal detector, Suit, not a bug sweeper. He's just a curious kid."

"I think it's good to encourage curiosity," Neal says, to forestall the diatribe he can see Peter about to launch into. "And it's time for bed. Come on, EnToo."

Neal hums as Peter slots himself into bed behind him and snuggles back sleepily. "I thought it's El's night."

"One of her clients just called with an emergency so I thought I'd go where I'm wanted more." Peter kisses the back of Neal's neck. "Hope you don't mind."

"No, it's good. I like when you come to me, but I have a lot of walking to do tomorrow so we're not fucking," says the younger man.

Peter pretends to sound disappointed, but he also nuzzles into Neal's curly hair and his fingers tweak Neal's nipples, so he's not that dejected.

"I was just thinking if you want me to shadow that Friedman guy."

"Neal, the last person I want to think of when I'm in bed with you is Isaac Friedman." One large hand slides around Neal's hip and gropes him slowly. "I'd rather be busy with other matters."

"Mm. Sounds really good." Neal sighs extravagantly and turns around to lie on his back, cupping a hand around the back of Peter's head. "Remind me to talk to you at breakfast about the case."

Peter smiles down at Neal's beautiful and drowsy face. "Deal."

"I've heard that name before," Neal tells Peter over cereal the next morning, both of them dressed for work. El is sleeping in after firefighting a venue emergency all night; she has an event later and needs to be alert. "Tell me what you got. Maybe something will twig."

"Isaac Friedman? All I got is from a file. A month ago, his cousin Maxwell was murdered in a nightclub in Los Angeles, along with his bodyguard. Isaac was the one who called the police because he was calling his cousin and couldn't get him. But there were too many suspects and not enough to pin anyone for the crime," Peter says, opening the case file. "His sister is now the CEO of the Friedman empire. Takeout packaging and condiment packs were the foundation of their wealth, now they have their fingers in everything from perfume to pad thai."

Neal grins. "Cute." The smile disappears. "Maxwell... Maxwell..." He closes his eyes and leans back, displaying the inviting column of his neck. Peter thinks it's unfair that he has to be on this side of fifty to enjoy Neal, but he would never have compromised Neal or himself back when Neal was his CI. No matter how much he wanted to.

"Tyler Breeze."

"What?"

"Maxwell Friedman was a close friend of Eddie Briesman, who you may not have heard of, but Eddie is the older brother of Tyler Breeze."

Peter frowns. "And who is Tyler Breeze?"

With a fondly resigned sigh, Neal taps into his smartphone and slides it over. A good-looking blond man dressed in Calvin Klein briefs and a pouty smirk gazes back at him. "That's Tyler Breeze."

"He's a model."

"And a Hollywood darling, the victim of a sex tape expose, an entrepreneur, fashion influencer, and currently dating a very gorgeous hunk of tall, dark and handsome," Neal finishes. "Oh, and a great kisser as well as a very kinky lover."

Peter raises his brows.

Neal shrugs. "I was trying to get a Wesselman from him. But he was so sweet that I didn't." When Peter continues to stare, Neal sighs. "Okay, fine. I was warned off by Tyler's dom." Off Peter's blank look, the younger man mimics a whipping sound. "As in BDSM. Finn can be... intimidating. Plus, he knows the name I gave Tyler wasn't my real name. So I went to con Eddie instead."

Peter wants to delve further into Neal's past acquaintances, particularly with a BDSM-loving minor celebrity, but decides to get back to the topic. "So you know Isaac Friedman?"

"We've never met, but I've met his cousin. An entitled, arrogant ass who thought he was God's gift to humankind. Maxwell talked a lot about his family and how they were all leeches."

"Charming."

"Right? I circulated within that circle for a couple of months before I came to New York, so maybe I could, I don't know, reach out to Isaac, send my condolences?"

Peter hums and stands, taking his and Neal's cereal bowls to the sink to wash up. "We have to engineer an occasion for you two to meet and chat. Isaac is suspected of racketeering, but we don't have solid proof. If you can get close enough to change out his phone for long enough that we can mirror it to our own devices..."

"Peter, I'm not a CI any longer. I can't do that. Legally."

"Well, what if you, say, found a misplaced phone that you handed to a member of the staff of the event? Whatever happened between you finding the phone until it is returned to the owner is not your business and you know nothing."

Neal fights his knowing smirk and loses. He gets up and kisses Peter, giving his ass a good pinch just because he now can. "Now that I can do."

#white collar #case fic #ship fic #neal caffrey/peter burke

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hyakki59 · 3 years

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Eren Jaegar - Feels like home

(I don't own the picture)

Imagine the world of Attack on Titan, but the attack of Colossal and Armor Titan never happened when Eren was a kid. Actually the walls never broke. Eren grown up in peaceful times and also never did the injection to cause him to be a titan. So he wasn't having the 'Titan Shifter' power.

Eren was a young adult now and he had met you. You two were together and had the opportunity to know each other under serene circumstances. Each of you had grown up into the nature. Of course, you were inside the walls but inside of walls were many places like the countryside.

So, going to the main point, one day, you, Eren and his father were supposed to go and collect woods and also to cut some of them, so you could carry them. In other words, you were about to help them out. Jaegar family was also going to let you stay at their home for the night after the work.

It was a cold winter, that's why the three of you were going to gather woods so it would be possible for the family to light a fire for the fireplace. Generally, fire was useful, because with it anyone could cook and also could heat water for the bath. So, going back to the story, the three of you were working the most of the day.

You had axes with you and seeing Eren cutting woods with an ax was 👌. What I mean is that he was having his sleeves rolled up till his elbows and he was also having his long hair in a bun. I don't know, seeing a well-built man doing a work like this, his body and muscles moving, is not a nice view? Change my mind.

On the other hand, you were carrying some woods in order to put them in the carriage that you had with you. While you were walking with the woods on your hands you were staring at Eren. Eren did for a second a pause to wipe the sweat from his forehead, while he was also heavy breathing. He noticed you staring and looked at you giving you a big smile.

When he smiled at you, that startled you a little because you thought that he catched you staring. You shook your head, gave Eren a small smile and continued your work.

The hours passed and the night was reaching out the sky. The three of you stopped your work and took the way of returning. Grisha was up to the horse and you and Eren were sitting on the carriage. You were all really tired.

Once you returned to their home, all of you prepared the table for dinner. Carla had made a hot soup, suitable for the cold night. The four of you enjoyed the dinner around the table. After you finished your food, you and Eren helped with the dishes.

"I heated the water, it's ready for the bath. Now, Y/N will go to take a bath, ladies first."

Carla announced to the two of you, who were washing the dishes together.

"What I pity I can't join you"

Eren whispered to your ear by coming close to you. Heat rose to your cheeks. You didn't say anything, just looked at him sidely and with sly eyes. And that's how it happened, you did a bath first and then headed to Eren's room.

While you were entering the room, Eren was lighting the cuddle near his bed with a matche at the same time. When Eren turned his head towards you he looked at you stunned. You were wearing a nightgown and having your hair down. You were so cute and beautiful in Eren's eyes. After he admired you, he approached you and shoved his face between your neck and shoulders while he rested his arms to your waist. You too rested an arm on his chest. He did a motion with his head, his nose caressed your skin

"Mm, you smell so nice, baby"

He said to you and you giggled. At the same time, he lowered his arms resting them at your butt cheeks. He gave a kiss at your skin where he nuzzled

"So soft"

He added and squeezed your butt cheeks. Your eyes widen from the sudden squeeze. Eren leant back, having a smirk on his face, and he looked you up and down. His eyes fell on your chest

"What? No bra for the night?"

He said pinching very lightly the side of your one boob.

"Heyyy!"

You said hiding your chest with your arms

"Of course not! It's impossible to sleep with it!"

You said that like you were complaining but you were also saying it with a playful tone.

"Hmm, I like the idea of it"

Eren told you raising his eyebrows with the 'hmm' he said and he was also having a sly-playful look.

"Now, I'm gonna take a bath, I won't be late. Lay on the bed and wait for me."

He said winking at you. You smiled shyly at him and headed towards the bed while he left. You shoved yourself under the blankets and covered yourself, having a smile on your face. You got yourself comfortable and your body started to relax. You were so tired because of the day, that it was like the bed was dragging you down. Your eyes were closing.

It didn't took long for Eren to return from his bath. Once he entered in, he headed immediately to his bed where you were lying. He also shoved himself under the blankets, his body approaching you. His one arm rested on your waist and he leant to your ear

"Are you sleeping sweetheart?"

He asked you. You had indeed closed your eyes but hadn't really fallen asleep.

"Hm? You here?"

You said trying to come to your senses from your almost sleeping state. You turned yourself so you could face him. Eren had already placed his head to the pillow.

"Got tired, baby?"

He asked you caressing you from your hip to your waist

"Mm"

You nodded

"You?"

You asked him too

"I'm okay"

He answered smiling, but the truth is that he was tired too, his eyes were dropping. You looked each other observing your faces and then your faces got closer. Both of you kissed each other stimultaneously, giving a slow kiss and long at the same time. It was the first time in the day that you gave each other a normal kiss. Only one kiss wasn't enough though, you continued to kiss each other with closed eyes, and each kiss was having more passion. When you both took apart Eren took a deep breath

"So bad, we can't do anything further today"

Eren said rubbing your butt cheek with his arm. Actually, you couldn't do anything because his parents were in the next room. And when you and Eren were having sex, the word 'gentle' wasn't in his dictionary, but only the word 'wild'. It wasn't an appropriate time for you to get nasty.

"Let's better sleep"

You added. And that wasn't difficult to do, because you were both very exhausted. While you were both closing your eyes, you shivered because of the cold air. Eren noticed that

"Are you cold?"

He asked

"Come closer"

He said and you both got even closer to each other. Your head was under his chin and Eren's arm wrapped around you, he also wrapped his one leg with yours. Eren's eyelashes dropped, his mouth slightly open. You on the other hand didn't close your eyes immediately. With your finger you caressed gently his chest, which was going up and down because of the breathing. You were thinking how your day was.

"Eren.."

You suddenly said

"Wha..?"

Eren asked you, he was almost sleeping

"It was really nice today"

You said to Eren.

"Mm"

Eren just said, himself going back to sleep. You then turned a little your head up trying to look at him as much as you could, because you where under his chin, and started caressing with the back of your fingers his jawline. You were able to feel his short beard that was starting to grow. Then you stopped

"Eren.."

You said for one more time

"Wha do ya wan..."

He said sleepily with his eyes closed. You wanted to say to him 'I love you' but it was too cliché, but you said it inside of you. You never added something else, because you fell asleep in Eren's hug. Eren was left with a question mark in his head, what was that that you were going to say? He neither said something else, because he fell asleep too. You were sleeping so peacefully inside Eren's arms, that was really feeling like home.

#aot character x reader #aot fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #eren x reader #eren jaegar x reader #eren fanfiction

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bards-witcher · 5 years

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What about a fic of your favorite ships at Pride since Pride month is in less than a day? You don't have to rush it and finish for the first day. Just post anytime in pride month or maybe next year 😂😂 Thanks in advance!

So I kinda did this?? and I’m sorry this took so long, but I really wanted to get this out before the end of June, next year I might try and do something more pronounced, so sorry about that :(

Anyway, I hope you like what’s here anyway, the main pair is WildOhmToonz and the others more implied, but you can still figure it out.

He couldn’t keep the smile from his face as his eyes scanned the massive crowds around them, sitting atop Tylers’ shoulders he bopped his head a little to the music, having already been chastised when he’d tried to dance a bit more vigorously, causing him to almost topple them both.

Tightening the rainbow flag he had draped across his shoulders, he then weaved a hand through Tylers’ hair to keep himself steady as he brushed his other hand through his own hair, looking at the glitter now coating his hand before reaching out towards Luke, however, the other man quickly noticed him and moved away.

“The fuck did I say about the glitter, Ry,” He could barely hear the shout over the music but and he couldn’t help but laugh as he instead wiped the glitter off into his beard, careful not to smudge the rainbow stripes he’d painted on.

“You’d better not be putting that shit in my hair either or I’m droppin’ your ass” He laughed again before tightening the hand he still held in the taller man’s hair, already swearing to himself that he’d get the other two covered in glitter before the day was through.

The two of them were more subdued than him in their looks, the both of them simply wearing casual attire with the Bisexual flag draped across Lukes’ shoulders, barely able to make out the Bi colors painted high on his cheeks from the sunglasses he was wearing, whilst Tyler simply had the rainbow colors on his cheek, the flag around his own shoulders representing them both in the crowds.

“Luke, can you kiss Tyler for me and promise him I won’t put anything in his hair…yet”

The older man just rolled his eyes up at him before he moved in front of Tyler and leaned up to kiss him, his smile softened at the sight, the overwhelming noise of their surroundings fading away around him as he watched the two of them.

He moved the hand from Tylers’ hair to tangle into Lukes’, keeping the two men pressed close together, tugging harshly at it and feeling Tyler’s chuckle as Luke moaned into their kiss.

With a smile, he loosened the hold on Lukes’ to return to his task of watching out for their friends who were supposed to be joining them.

When he’d first mentioned to the group about the three of them were going to pride, the others had been quick to tag along with them and given that Tylers’ house could just about house them all it was a done deal.

However, he feels they should’ve planned this out a bit better, that their friends should have all arrived the day before so that they could get here as a group but he supposed that by their random recording schedules it was clear that planning was not their forte.

What he didn’t expect was to feel hands around his waist tugging him slightly, and it’s with a shriek that he’s trying to cling onto Tyler, who’s still making out with Luke, the taller man’s hands quickly grabbing onto his calves to keep him in place before the both of them turned to face whoever had gone for him, a look of murder on both of their faces and he could see Lukes’ fists clenched at his sides.

Upon sight of the culprits though they quickly relaxed, in front of them were Anthony, Scotty, and Marcel, all dressed rather casually except that they each sported a rather garish pair of Pride sunglasses, with Marcel sporting the colors of the pan flag on each cheek.

Once over the initial shock that he wasn’t actually in danger, he aimed a bright smile to his friends, watching as Luke went forward to hug them, followed by Tyler who cautiously embraced each one in an effort not to make him fall.

“You’re like a fucking beacon with all that glitter in your hair, Ryan, or maybe it’s just cause you’re sat on this fucking giant” He chuckled a little as Tyler reached forward to smack Anthony’s arm, watching as the other man moved away in mock pain.

“Well you’re right about the fucking part, just ask these two” His cheeks turned red at the comment, ducking his head to hide his face whilst the other three groaned, all while Luke unashamedly leaned up to kiss Tyler again until their friends were begging them to stop, only doing so when he aimed a gentle kick into Lukes’ chest.

The two of them broke apart laughing, easily falling into what chatter they could over the music whilst he resumed his search.

Maybe Anthony was right in calling him a beacon, given that over the next 20 minutes they’re joined by John, Smitty, and Brock with Brian in tow.

He’s somewhat surprised at how full out everyone went, the two younger men having come out with rainbow everything, shirts, pants, shoes, hell Smitty even brought a rainbow wig, the both of them only just outdoing Brian who instead sported the Bi colours but had chosen to wear jeans as opposed to the offending coloured pants the other two did.

Meanwhile, Brock was more subdued, simply wearing a rainbow shirt as he kept an arm wrapped tight around Brian, chuckling a little when he heard Brock chastise the Irishman when he started to pass around cans of beer.

With that he returned to his search, the only two people left to join them being Jon and Evan, and after a few minutes finally spotting them in the crowd as they gradually weaved their way towards them.

He was about to wave in greeting and let the others know of their late arrivals, but he could just about see the two men press their fingers to their lips in lieu of telling him to keep quiet, and with a smile, he did so.

Whilst he’d tried to have been somewhat organized with the glitter he’d put on his body, he could see that Jon and Evan hadn’t put in the same care, patches of glitter and paint littering their hair, faces and clothes, having to keep back his laugh as he thought about getting them to help him glitter up Luke and Tyler, and perhaps one or two of their friends.

Apparently, they were already a step ahead, he watched them stalk closer to the still unsuspecting group, each with a bag in one hand, barely catching the glimmer of what he thought to be glitter in their hands, gesturing to the rest of their friends who’d seen them to keep quiet as they had done to him, all of them electing to drink from their cans to stop their smiles.

It was then he decided to grab a hold of Tylers’ hair, giving an appreciate glance to Anthony who was already moving behind the taller man, ready to catch him should he fall given his reaction to what was about to happen.

In the next moment chaos erupted, Jon had snuck up behind Luke and dumped the entirety of his bag over his head, his crazy laugh just being heard over the furious shouts of the older man who proceeded to put him into a headlock and mess up his hair, all while trying to shake as much glitter and confetti as he could out of his hair and onto Jon, however, it made little difference.

It was then that Evan quickly darted in front of Tyler, throwing his own handful of glitter into his face, the taller man already sputtering out glitter from his mouth, which had been open from laughing at Jons’ antics.

As suspected, Tyler jerked back, and for a moment it was reminiscent of being on a bucking bronco where he fully expected to fall, however, strong hands on his legs keep him in place, but he didn’t have to see Tyler to feel his silent fury.

Knowing he was free, for the moment at least, Evan then proceeded to make his rounds amongst their friends, half-heartedly trying to throw glitter and confetti at each of them until Brian finally managed to grab the bag off of him and dump whatever was left over the Canadians’ head.

He cringed a little at the amount of glitter he could see covering Luke, he felt like they would be clearing it up from their bed and themselves for what he was sure to be months.

With a final glance at the events happening around him, smiling again in excitement, he gave a couple of taps to Tylers’ head and then the other man was kneeling down so that he could awkwardly get up off of his shoulders.

However, before he could even take a step, he felt a hand grip his wrist and the next thing he knew he was in Tylers’ arms, a brief glance at the other man’s glitter-covered face all that he needed before he was laughing uncontrollably.

He watched the frown on Tylers’ face whilst he kept laughing, quickly reaching a hand up to keep the other man’s face away from him in an effort to remain somewhat cleaner, but the feeling of kisses being pressed against his neck made him jolt, giving Tyler enough time to lean down and kiss him.

The moment the taller man’s lips pressed against his own all fight left him, no longer caring about the sparkly mess that was sure to be covering his own face when they parted as Luke kept pressing gentle kisses across his neck, occasionally feeling a hand brush through his hair that he’s sure is from Luke transferring more glitter to him.

He was barely given a moment of respite when they parted before he was being turned and suddenly he was kissing Luke, with Tyler now nuzzling against his neck, paying no mind to their friends who he could hear making gagging noises at them.

However, Jon barrelling into Luke is what breaks the moment between them, a quick look to his left shows a couple of their friends looking rather sheepish, namely Marcel and Evan, suggesting that the other man had been shoved, something Luke didn’t care about as he once again tried to bring the younger man into a headlock.

“The fuck you do that for, Jon?”

“Cause you guys are being fucking disgusting with your PDA” They turned to look up at Scotty as he spoke, Tyler giving him the middle finger at which only got him one in return, whilst Lukes’ hold loosened enough to allow Jon to escape it.

“Yeah, you guys are bein’ fuckin’ gross, I don’t need to see my brother doin’ that shit” He chuckled a little at Jons’ statement only for it to turn into a grunt when he felt Luke grip at his cheeks, pushing them together causing his lips to purse so that he could do little else but make garbled noises.

“Look at this cute little face, ain’t nobody resistin’ that, besides, I don’t give a fuck what you guys think” With that Luke freed his cheeks from their prison, but kept a hand cupping his face as he leaned down to press a small peck on his lips, chuckling a little as he heard the groans from their friends.

“Everyone for leaving these gross fucks to go watch the parade say I”

He rolled his eyes at Anthony’s statement and the resounding chorus of I’s from the group, before he was grabbing Lukes’ hand to begin dragging him through the crowds and towards some of the stalls he’d spotted earlier when on Tylers’ back, only stopping briefly when Luke had leaned back to grab a hold of Tyler.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, taking in a constant stream of food and drink, and despite being on the verge of being sick by the continuous intake of food, he couldn’t help himself, using the excuse that it was a special occasion when Luke gave him a disapproving look and attempted to cut off the food supply, as if Tyler wouldn’t have smuggled some to him anyway.

At some point in the day he made it back up onto Tylers’ shoulders, much to the envy of some of his other friends with Anthony having to quickly intercept Smitty’s attempt at getting onto John’s shoulders, lest they receive the ire of the people around them who they’d already bumped into a couple of times in their venture, and instead having to settle for a piggyback.

It’s only when the day’s activities drew to close and the streets begin to come alive with lights and music as drinks flowed more freely, people becoming a bit too friendly with one another, that Tyler got them to leave with the promise of their own little after party back at his house.

He gives an appreciative smile at the other man, despite having had a great day out he was beginning to reach his limit, the constant bump of strangers against him was starting to aggravate him and set him even more on edge, the comforting arm around his waist from either Luke or Tyler, or sometimes both, the only thing keeping him sane.

Feeling somewhat exhausted after the day’s events, he was left leaning heavily against Lukes’ side as they walked to Tylers’ car, the older man having had enough of dragging him and instead picked him up, letting out a small giggle as he nuzzled his head against Lukes’ neck, wrapping his arms tightly around his shoulders whilst Tyler just rolled his eyes.

“You spoil him too much”

“As if you weren’t about to do the same thing, bitch” Tyler just scoffed at Luke before picking up his pace slightly, all whilst Scotty trailed after him saying that he could always carry him if he wanted to carry someone, only causing him to laugh again as Brian and Evan joined in the plead to be carried.

With a final smile he settled down in Lukes’ hold, pressing a small kiss against his collarbone which earned a small smile from the older man before he felt hands tighten around him, letting the voices of his friends comfort him into sleep, which he was sure to be teased about later, but he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment, far too content in Lukes’ arms with Tyler by his side watching over them.

#wildohmtoonz #ohmwrecker #cartoonz #iamwildcat #I hope you enjoy it :D #I tried to make it as fluffy as I could #but can you tell I've never been to pride before X(#bbs

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