#/its more like a prompt but. shhhh.

[dorkwingdad]

Wes and Kyle are the same person, split by a device similar to the Phantom Dreamcatcher, which is why they both go to such extremes, in this essay I will-

[ccscocoapuffs]

Caught- Mark Hoffman Smut

PROMPT: Coming to visit Mark in his office usually goes one outta two ways. first option, you bring him some homemade dinner, you talk to him for a minute, kiss him a bit, then be on your way or you come in sit on his lap, tease him, and then he bends you over his desk and has his way with you. Today was an option two kinda day. I think it's safe to say I shouldn't have visited Mark at lunch wearing this skirt. Then again maybe it was the best choice I've made all day. I had simply just walked in and sat down in the detectives lap while he remained on the phone for a few more moments. When the moments had sense past, before I could even greet him with a kiss like I always do, He had lifted me up and bent me over his desk. " Little slut, did you wear this skirt for me?" "You know I did, I wanna look pretty for you" "Yeah is that why you ain't got on no panties?" Mark's hand tailed up underneath my skirt slowly rubbing through my already wet folds. "I just now touched you and you're wet, are you that much of a slut for me?" "yes..." Before i could finish my answer, I felt a sharp sting come down on my ass. " Yes what, princess?" *Smack* "Yes sir" *Smack* "Good girl" I heard the sound of Mark undoing his belt and couldn't help but clench my thighs together for the much needed friction I'm craving while I wait. Mark smacked my ass once more turning it a bright shade of red from the repeating blows he had been giving me. "keep your fuckin glegs open, you understand me?" "Yes, sir" "Behave, or ill make you walk out of this fucking office with cum dripping down your face". I felt Mark slowly push the tip of his cock up against my folds, slowly sliding it through them over and over. "Mark....please" "please what?" "fuck me...". Mark slammed into me without warning and began to thrust over and over again into my dripping heat. I couldn't help but to moan at the feeling of him stretching my walls open. "Shhhh now princess, you don't want the others to hear you now do you?" "no....F-fuck". Mark's fingers traveled down to my clit and began to furiously rub the aching bud while his other hand pulled me by my hair till I was flush against his chest. "You're so wet for me, when I get home later, I'M gonna put you over my knee and smack this ass till its bruised....fuck you're tight". Mark began to go deeper and deeper with each thrust, each one bringing me closer and closer to the edge I have so patiently longed for. "Awww are you gonna cum already, Princess? I'm not fucking done yet". Just as I fell on the verge of my orgasm, Mark pulled out of me. "Marrrrk! no! i wanna cum, please let me cum!" "poor babygirl.....daddy will let you cum sweet pea, I wanna taste you first, is that alright with you?" "mmmhmm".

Mark turned me around and sat me on the edge of his desk before getting down on his knees. If there's one thing in this world Mark Hoffman is good at, it's eating pussy. Hence why I couldn't help the damn near scream that came outta me when he shoved his face deep into my pussy. Between Mark's fingers pumping in and out of me and his mouth endless sucking on my clit, my orgasm came past approaching. My stomach tied in knots that ached to be released. "come on baby, cum for me". I couldn't hold on any longer as I let go, my juices coating Mark's face and fingers as it dripped down my legs and to the floor. "Hey, Hoffman do you have those files finished for-" Before my eyes had even opened from the intense release i had just felt, Detective Rigg had walked into Mark's office unannounced. "oh fuck.....umm....I'll just...I'm sorry....bye now" "The files are on my desk, Rigg" "I'll uh get them later." The detective quickly slammed the door shut and ran off down the hallway. " oh my god I can never walk back in here again!" "Oh please it's just Rigg, what's the odds of him walking in again? besides I love it when you come see me on my breaks, It's nice to see you, especially on days I won't be home till later" " Fine, i'll keep visiting but If Rigg walks in again either we never fuck here again or it's just bad luck" "Here's to hoping for epic bad luck".

A/N: EpIC BaD luCk, also I was lowkey super insecure to post this because I haven't wrote a fic in so long. hope you Hoffman Hoes in enjoy it!- sincerely, CC a fellow Hoffman Hoe.

[ravennaortiz]

Happy please... 23, 32, 34. Is this right? Sorry, my first time?

This is perfect! Happy has been making the rounds in the inbox the last couple of weeks lol.

Lets see so we have prompts 23:You are more than a one nightstand, 32: Your mine and 34: Say It. Hmm, where to go with these.......lets go down a sweet/comforting Happy path.

As always 18+

Feel

"Just say it!" you screamed as tears poured down your heated cheeks as you smacked the small box off the table. The clattering of the pregnancy test skittering across the floor was the only sound aside from your heavy breathing. You squeezed your eyes shut as you gripped onto the table ,your nails gouging the smooth wooden surface, trying to ground yourself.

How could you have been so stupid. Stupid to think the silent man in front of you actually cared or wanted you. That the last few weeks between the two of you had meant anything more than a way for him to get off. That he would help you with this life changing event that he had a part in making.

"Just forget I ever came here. I can do this on my own" you whispered as your voice cracked as you grabbed your bag from the counter. Stalking out of the kitchen and into the living room you tried to hold back the sobs but failed. Dropping to your knees as the world crashed down around you. You barely had time to react as you felt strong arms wrap around you and pull you into a warm hard body.

"Shhhh, its okay. Breathe baby girl" whispered Happy as he rocked you. "I got you. I want you. Your mine." he continued as he mentally kicked himself for having been distant. He had let his fear of letting someone in almost wreck the most beautiful soul he had ever known. "You're just saying that. You just wanted" you started to speak but your sobs choked you off. "You're more than a one night stand. I promise you" soothed Happy as he picked you up and carried you to his couch.

7 Months later

"Your mine. Beautiful just like your mother" whispered Happy as tears welled in his eyes as he looked down at his beautiful baby girl as you lay asleep in the hospital room.

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Catboy Scaramouche

Warning: mature, catboi things.

🎨Cr: ~~pls tell me if you know so I can add it.~~

This was the very first scara fic prompt I made and... Well decided to post it rather than let it rot in my notes lol.

"now go down slowly" he whispered by your ear, his breath intoxicatingly warm. Hands on your waist.

"hn.. nghh... ah..." Your hole had taken in his dick inch by inch as you moved your body lower to take in all of him. It was especially frustrating for you to take in the head slowly inside you, taking your time, shaking legs and ass. It took him a lot of his self-control to not immediately pull you down to his lower body. His cat ears were twitching as your eyes were drawn to them.

"Hm~?" He hummed voice shaking slightly. "I might be being too nice seeing you're able to focus on my ears" his cleanly cut nails dug into your back slightly to divert your attention as he hated when you stared too much at his cat features.

"Doesn't it feel so nice to have me inside?" It made you go crazy that he hadn't yet started thrusting as he usually would have done, sliding him in your cunt.

"Shhhh... -ah don't I feel so big inside you?" shushing your whimpers his right hand stroked the bulge of his dick inside you, going up and down, up and down, not showing any sign of stopping soon.

"My you came even though I haven't moved, did my voice turn you on?" His left hand caressed your hair as he gave you that cheeky smile.

"Or maybe did my lewd words catch you off guard~" He licked your chest purposefully avoiding your nipples to stimulate you. Eyelashes were long and shaded against his beautiful eyes as he looked up at you.

Sucking on your chest he leaves a mark, humming in satisfaction at the small proof that you were in fact under him. "I think I've teased you enough for now, don't you think..." It wasn't a question persay, not that he'd stop at anything you said at this point. He pulls out and thrusts in groaning his hands now intertwined with yours. His tail would sway in between the gaps of your thighs as you shivered at its softness against your skin.

"Faster?... Hmnph.." His thrusts get faster at your provocation. "Ah I really love when you cry like that~" your more than positive reaction encouraged him more as he thrust deeper into you as if not wanting this to end nor to leave. "What do you think about that now huh-" his voice stops as you tighten around him.

"So... Tight... Hah... Do you want me that much?"

"Don't worry I'll cum inside you in a while hm?" You clench even tighter around him as he releases. Your walls couldn't help but achingly feel at its own throbs. "Despite you closing your hole so nicely there's still so much leaking out" he mutters to himself, a finger sliding through your clit to feel your wetness. "What a sopping mess you are" his hoarse voice struck a chord within you as you cried his name.

"More? You're quite the greedy whore" he says with a slight growl in his voice as he took a longer moment this time outside of you before hitting your cervix in one swoop, it seemed the closeness between you two wasn't enough as he turned you around to fuck you from behind. "Feels good? Of course it does bitch who do you think is all over you right now." His incessant thrusting wouldn't stop until he let out another wave of semen into you.

His name on your mouth had you reeling him in as he gave you an animalistic kiss almost as if it wasn't a kiss but a visual representation of what he would do if he could actually eat you up. "Enough? That isn't even everything yet, when has two rounds been all we've done, you're dreaming" he hardened at your pleading somehow even more encouraged by your cries and moans, moving his hands over your chest.

"You're not escaping any time soon" he whispers by your ear.

He's honestly so bbg. Got lazy to get creative w the fonts or italization stuff LMAOOO.

[birgittesilverbae]

soft dads au - the first time she calls ava mom? or like they have libby play hooky and take her on a fun day to the beach or something

thanks for the prompt! didn't mean to write another sickfic, but @princington and I had already discussed the When of the first "mom"-ing so here we are

//

"Don't want you. Want Ava."

"Shhhh, darling, Dad's trying," Beatrice hushes, bouncing in place. Libby's getting too big to be held like this, now, but it's still instinct for Beatrice to cradle her, to clutch her close, to be there in every way her own parents never were. "Lil? Did you get hold of her?"

"Not yet, love." Lilith's sitting on the floor, leaning back against the fridge door, rubbing at her brow with the heel of one hand, the other holding her phone to her ear. She looks as exhausted as Beatrice feels, stretched thin by a night spent trying to soothe Libby back to sleep. 

Another of those bone-rattling coughs works its way out of Libby, and she presses her face into Beatrice's shoulder with a pained cry. 

"Shhh, darling, bàba's got you. You're okay." She rubs circles on Libby's back, still bouncing, always bouncing, one foot to the other.

"Want Ava," Libby repeats plaintively, her hand tugging at the neck of Beatrice's sweater. 

"Lil," Beatrice repeats, a little desperately. She's not sure how much more she can take, not when Libby's so closely echoing her pleas from those first days after the divorce had been finalised. "Can you take her?"

Lilith scrambles to her feet. "Of course. Hey, Libs, you're gonna come with Dad now, okay?" She tugs the compress from Libby's forehead, presses the back of her hand to the skin. "Can you swap that out, please?"

Beatrice complies on rote instinct, wets a fresh washcloth and wrings it out, passes it back to Lilith. Lilith catches her wrist before she can pull away. 

"It's not you," she says quietly, shifting Libby more firmly onto her hip and reaching over to thumb at the tear Beatrice hadn't noticed welling up in the corner of her eye. Her words are punctuated by another harsh cough, another weak "want Ava".

Beatrice presses a kiss to the pad of Lilith's thumb before guiding her hand to Libby's back. "I know it's not– I know. I just need some air. I'll go give Ava another–" She's interrupted by the doorbell chime. "Or let her in, I guess."

Ava's on the doorstep, hair in disarray, face still creased from her pillow, swimming in an overlarge hoodie Beatrice recognizes from Lilith's closet. "I came as soon as I got Lily's text," she explains. "Didn't want to answer calls while I was driving. How's she doing?"

"Still asking for you."  

Ava nods, scans her face. "How're you doing, Bea?"

She huffs out a weak laugh, waves a hand. "Oh, you know. Fine. I'm fine."

"Hey, it's gonna be okay, babe." Ava darts up onto her tiptoes to kiss Beatrice's forehead. "I've got you."

//

"Hey," Lilith says softly, bumping Beatrice's hip with her own. "Brought you something."

Beatrice glances down to find Lilith presenting her with a mug of tea a rich caramel colour, the perfect balance of Earl Grey and milk. The #1 emblazoned on the ceramic sits warm beneath her fingers. "Thank you," she murmurs, pushing off the door frame so she can lean into Lilith's side instead. Lilith's arm comes to rest around her waist, habitual as breathing. 

"Haven't heard Libs cough in a while."

"Ava's doing a good job of getting her settled." And she is, and Beatrice is trying desperately not to feel jealous of the ease with which Ava had swept in and cajoled Libby back under the covers. Or of the ease with which Libby had complied to her request, after spending what had felt like hours pushing back against Beatrice. 

They're curled up together now, Libby tucked in under a pile of blankets, Ava lounging beside her. One arm is cradled under Libby's head, and the opposite hand pins open a well-worn copy of The Little Prince. As Beatrice watches, she lets the book fall closed and lightly taps Libby's nose with the spine. "Time to sleep, Libs."

Libby says something back, inaudible across the room, and Ava's entire body goes still. Beatrice tenses up in concert with Lilith, ready to leap into action, but then Ava's looking towards them, eyes shining with tears above a brilliant grin.

'Mom', she mouths, free hand going to her chest, she called me 'Mom'.

[anamelessfool]

For One Creature's Sake (pt 1 of 2)

(AO3 Link) GEN | Primo & Young Copia

Submitted to @cirrus-ghoulette Whump Month Prompt. June 9: Phobia

Family Drama, Phobias, Young Characters, Brotherly Affection, Caring, Family Bonds, Time Skips, Hurt/Comfort

"Shouldn’t a three, four year old be talking more?" (This is actually an excerpt from my upcoming fic!)

1979

Primo and the little boy named Copia waited until the dining hall had cleared after dinner to have their meals. Sister Agatha, head cook, smiled at them across the hall from her place scrubbing the range. “I can’t thank you enough again, Sister,” Primo said, returning her greeting with a wave. He hiked Copia further up on his hip, carrying him over to a corner table. He placed the boy on the bench next to him and gave his fluffy hair a pat. The first time he had brought Copia down for a meal the boy had cried hysterically, the noise of crowded dinner conversations bouncing off the walls overwhelming him.

“Anything, sweetheart,” Agatha said. “I saved this for you.” The old cook carried over a small tray of leftovers, setting it down on the table. “And how are you, little one?”

Copia’s brow furrowed, his big eyes staring at her with suspicion. He brought his arms to his chest and squeezed himself. Agatha tilted her head. “No talking yet?”

“I coax it out of him, occasionally,” Primo replied. “But it’s mostly just repeating what I say. Jogs his memory, I guess. Shouldn’t a three, four year old be talking more?”

“Look at you, doting on him.” Agatha smiled quietly. “He’s gone through a lot, in a short time. Just be patient with him.”

“Secundo is already planning on teaching him piano,” Primo chuckled. “Says Copia’s actually pretty intelligent. Can read a little, apparently. But we can barely get him to eat or speak.”

“That boy Secundo is eighteen going on forty five.” Agatha shook her head. “Everyone’s a project to him. Gotta lighten him up, Primo.”

“Sure, let me add that to my list. Tack it on,” Primo sighed as he cut the chicken breast and carrots into small pieces.

“A little bit at a time. Copia may surprise you. But don’t get too excited, that may scare him back to square one,” Agatha said.

Primo flashed her a tired, thankful smile. “You’re a gem.”

“Anytime. Let me know when you want to darken my door and man my grill again, handsome,” Agatha replied with a friendly wink. Primo laughed back. The cook returned to her kitchen chores, leaving Primo and Copia alone to eat in the quiet.

Primo attempted to hand the boy a fork, but Copia ignored him, making an attempt to reach for a piece of the meal with his hand. He leaned too far forward and slid under the table, uttering a small surprised yelp. Primo lunged for him and pulled him up into his lap. “We’ve got to solve that,” Primo muttered to him, and handed the boy a bread crust to gnaw on. Copia finished the piece and started grabbing the food with both hands like a desperate little rodent. “Hey, slowly!” 

”Slowly,” Copia parroted back, his mouth muffled by food. Primo pulled the plate away and put his hand on the boy’s shoulder, sighing. He was grateful the boy was too small to see his worried frown. Too much had happened lately, too many loose ends and lost trails surrounding this Copia kid to count. He couldn’t walk away from his promise to find out where Copia’s mother had gone, and the thought of sharing with her what had happened to her child kept Primo up at night.

“Ahh! Nooooo!” Copia started to howl, scratching at Primo’s robe, kicking his legs.

Primo hugged the boy close. “What is it, shhhh…”

Copia vigorously pointed at the far corner of the room. There was a cabinet there, set in the shadow of a column. A piece of bread sat abandoned a few feet away. Copia fell into a sniffling silence. After a few minutes of quiet, something below the cabinet stirred and cautiously emerged into the light, padding softly towards the food on the floor.

It was a rat.

Copia shrieked again. The rat sat back on its haunches, rolled and scurried under the cabinet. Primo held Copia’s head in his hands, watching the little boy struggle with hiccuping breaths. “It’s okay, it's just a little rat,” Primo whispered. He saw the rat bite on the boy’s cheek, healing slowly but healing well. It would be a scar, but not too big. “They're just as afraid of you. You're both so little.”

Copia slammed his body against Primo’s chest. “So little,” he said with heaving breaths.

“Everything is so much bigger. Even you. You're bigger than him.”

“I’m…I’m bigger?” Copia blinked furiously, looking up into Primo’s eyes.

Primo smiled down at him, petting his head. “Much much bigger. Very scary.” Something clicked in the little boy. His eyebrows twitched, his eyes searching. His mind must have been grappling with the concept of his own self being scary to another creature. “Even if you're not, you may seem scary to somebody else. Hold on, let me show you.” He picked up Copia, putting him on the bench beside him. He stood up, taking a piece of chicken from the plate.

He walked over to the cabinet, dropping the meat on the floor and softly moved back to the bench. “Now let's watch and see,” he whispered, putting Copia back on his lap, his hands enfolding the boy protectively. “Be quiet, he's shy.”

“He's shy,” Copia whispered back, fascinated.

There was a few more minutes of silence then the shadows stirred. The rat cautiously returned to the light, sniffing the air. Copia grabbed Primo’s hands and Primo pulled the boy closer into him. The rat stepped across the floor and examined the meat, bringing it into its paws, settling in to eat it right there in front of them.

“He's got little hands!” Copia shouted, and the rat visibly jumped and rushed back under the cabinet. “I scared him. He's got little hands, doesn't he, Primo?”

Primo gripped Copia tightly, stunned. It was the most the boy had ever said so far. He swallowed, trying to hide his excitement. “Yes, little hands, like you.”

Copia reached for a piece of bread off his plate, then pulled and kicked in Primo’s arms. “Let me down!”

Primo obliged, trying to keep his movements even. His heart was pounding. Copia walked hesitantly over to the cabinet and dropped the bread. He scampered a few feet away, sitting down on the floor, watching and waiting.

“Don't touch him,” Primo said quietly. “Just watch. You have to give everyone a chance, okay.”

Copia nodded then settled into a focused stillness. In a moment more, the rat returned. The creature froze, eying Copia, but then saw no danger from the boy. It walked over to the bread and grabbed it in its mouth, turning tail and trotting back to the safety of the shadows.

Copia looked over to Primo, his face bright, his mouth in an excited smile. He’s smiling, he's actually smiling, Primo thought, his throat becoming tight.

“He's got little hands and little black eyes,” the boy explained. “Little dark eyes like me.”

“Yes…yes he does,” Primo agreed, his voice cracking as he struggled not to cry. “Come on, come eat the rest of your dinner.”

Copia pushed himself off of the floor and scampered back to Primo, attempting to mimic the rat’s movements. “Get the traps, we have a big one over here!” Primo laughed, grabbing Copia and swinging him back into his lap. “He’s awful hungry too. Look at him eat!”

Copia grabbed a piece of his dinner and nibbled it close to his face. “We will be here for hours if you eat everything like that.” Primo pet the boy on his head once more, wiping tears from his eyes. “But I’ll be patient.”

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[sweet-lost-husbands]

Seek Forgiveness

Prompt from @marchtothefuckingsea: you all like the trope of character being so delirious from their injuries that they don't realize someone on their team trying to help them, so they fight back, but I offer you: Character, delirious, weakly fighting someone trying to help them, but they finally recognize who it is and they fight even harder.

Hurt/Comfort

I absolutely loved writing this! Hopefully you enjoy reading this, please feel free to give any advice as well.

Word count: 3k on the dot 🫠🫠

Summary: Reader gets hurt on a hunt and she is forced to rely on someone who has hurt her in the past, to save her life.

Warnings: Serious injury, blood, broken bones, extreme gore, restraints, potions, accidental torture?? but only to save her. Reader is scared of Castiel.

No usage of y/n.

Italics are the character's thoughts

It was a simple mistake- and yet an unforgivable one. That was the irony to it. 

I limp forward, slowly catching my breath as I walk. I hold my cold hand against my abdomen, Warm blood leaking through the gaps in my fingers and the fabric of my clothes, coating my body like a blanket as gravity beckons it down. I know I needed to put more pressure, but I can’t bring myself to do it. 

I take another sharp painful step, when something crashes into my side, and I'm thrown to the unforgiving floor. I hear the snaps before I feel the hot pain that explodes in my ribs. My lungs gasp for a single breath of air but it seems to fall short.  

I have been in this situation once before; it gives me back memories I try deeply to forget.  

Then something is on me, clawing at my flesh. I recognise that smell anywhere, the blood thirst- the unholiness. A vamp. 

I fumble with the machete, begging my numb fingers to work. My heart pounds in my chest and ricochets of skull, so loud that I plead for moment of silence. 

My fingers grip around the handle and gain just enough leverage to sever its head with one flick of the wrist.  

I collapse backwards, coughing and spluttering as the world spins and blurs. An all too familiar metallic taste erodes my mouth. All my limbs ache with exhaustion. My eyelids feel heavy, and my mind begins to drift into unknown places. 

I almost reach the blissful darkness when an agonising burst of pain brings me back. I scream, thrashing against the sudden pressure on my abdomen. My muscles tense and I arch upward, whimpering as the force increases.  

Take it away take it away takeitaway 

Water brims in my eyes; I twist my hands up and latch around the unknown arm, in a weak attempt to pry it off. My vision smudges and I can't see their face. They take the moment to increase the pressure even more, so that now I'm sure they are pushing their whole weight against it. I let out a strangled cry and can’t stop from writhing beneath them. 

Stop it, pleaseee 

“Shhhh, I know it hurts.”  

I barely make out the words because they are clouded by a layer of fog. Briefly, a feeling of warmth floats over my forehead, then disappears again, followed by some faint muttering.  

“Leave. Me. The. Hell. Alone.” I pant, continuing to push at his arms, anything to get away. When all fails, I start to turn in on myself, but he manages to keep me in place.  

Please 

“Hey, easy, easy, don’t move!” 

I can’t.  

One hand continues to put too much pressure on the wound while the other starts skimming over my skin, looking for injuries before coming to rest on my shoulder. 

“Oh god, your cold. We have to get you out of here.”  

Before I can protest, he pulls me into sitting and drapes my arm over his shoulder to support my weight. I let out a weak sob at the movement, doing what little I can to resist. A moment later, I am hoisted up. 

It starts with a few steps, but my side screams at me, and I try to double over and lay back on the ground.  

“Crap.” I hear him say, as he repositions my arm to keep me standing.  

He reaches under my knees and across my back and pulls me into his chest. I weakly shove at it, squirming from the shift in my ribs. 

No no no no 

“I know, I know.” He says something more, but I don’t mange to make it out. 

The next few minutes go by slowly. Each step moves me, and I can't do anything to stop it. At some point my eyes flutter shut. Yes, darkness. But a sharp pain blossoms as he purposely jolts me awake.  

I gasp, once again trying to free myself but he only tightens his grip.  

“Stay with me. Don’t you dare close your eyes.” 

“No....” 

“Yes.” His voice is firm like an order. “Yes, and if you don’t, then I'm going to have to force you back again. And you don’t want that do you?” 

“No.” 

“Good.” 

Eventually I feel him ease his arms that secure me and delicately place me down on something soft. Hopefully a bed but I'm too tired to care. Where am I? 

Hands glide over my face and cup it. I try to wave them away, but they don’t budge. A blurry figure is pulled into my eyesight and just for a second, I am able to focus enough to recognise the face. Cas. 

Damn it, I should have realised earlier. Not him. Anyone but him. He’s going to hurt me again. 

Suddenly I pull every tendril of remaining energy from my body to fight his grasp and propel myself away. The cool floor meets my face and I scramble weakly along it. Whimpering and curling up in a ball, tears adding to the already blood-soaked floor as my limbs finally give out. I’m aware that I'm shivering but its only when I look ahead and see a mirror, do I realise how pale I actually am. 

A finger taps my shoulder, and I can sense his presence next to me. 

Please don’t hurt me 

“Go away!” My voice strains. 

“You know I can’t do that.” He brushes a stray strand of hair from my face and forces our eyes to meet. It almost catches me off guard; I see something there that I have never seen before. Pleading. 

Why? 

“Don’t you dare.” I whisper but he ignores me and tries to slide his fingers to the hem of my shirt. I bat his hands away once more. 

“Stop fighting me!” His head is tilted in pure concern. 

Why does he care, why is he different? 

I start to mumble a response, but a coughing fit quickly wracks my torso. Cas acts quickly, bringing my head up to rest on his lap until it subsides. From there, he lifts me onto the bed and lays me out flat, which I instinctively start to curl.  

“I can’t heal you but let me help.” 

“No, g’t aw’y fr’m me. Anyth’ng b’t your help.” I slur. 

“Okay.” His voice is laced with remorse and heartbreak. “Then you leave me no choice.” 

First, he grasps my arm and gently tugs it away from me, securing it with rope; the next is my other hand and then both my legs, until I am fully outstretched. I almost can’t stand it; the pain intensifies. I feebly yank on the restraints, trying to get free myself, but they are unyielding.  

I only notice that Cas had left the room when he returns, holding a med kit. He sets it down on the bed-side table and starts taking things out and positioning them in a certain way. “I’m sorry but I’ve already caused you enough pain and if you die and I had a chance to save you......” He trails off. “I won't be able to forgive myself.”  

He pauses, taking out a wad of gauze and a bottle of alcohol.  

In the haze, I almost miss the stray tear making its way down his cheek. “I’m not going to hurt you.” 

“You d’d.” I rasp, narrowing my vision on what he is doing, with an expression of horror on my face. Don’t put me through more pain, just let me go, why can't he let me go? Surely, he can see that I don’t want this. Surely.  

I pull at the restraints again. 

“I know.” He purposely hides his face so I can’t see the sadness in his eyes, “And yes, while it may have been true that I was under a spell and couldn’t help it; I am sorry. I will do anything to make up to you, but first let me help.” 

Nothing manages to leave my throat as he turns back to me. Was that true? Was it not his fault? I feel the blood drain from my face. Last time he had tortured me and left me for dead, I was lucky that Dean made it to me in time. After that I became a hunter to stop things like what happened to me. But maybe Cas wasn’t a monster- not anymore. 

“Stay still.” He says and gives me a sad smile; like he hates what he is about to do. I feel his gentle fingers at the hem of my crimson-soaked shirt, and he carefully lifts it up. 

He grabs a few things. “This will hurt...... I am truly sorry.” 

There is a slap of elastic gloves being put on and then he nears. I feel as he places one hand a couple of inches above the wound, which I realise is to keep me in place.  

The moment the alcohol-soaked gauze skims over my tender skin, I screech, lashing out, fighting the rope bound around me. It burns like my whole abdomen is lit aflame. 

Can’t get free can’t get free cantgetfree 

My body trembles as Castiel begins to push it in further to clean it. I struggle against him, pushing back into the bed as much as I can, but it doesn’t help. Nothing stops him from taking his time to thoroughly sterilise it. I jerk at every movement of the gauze- back and forth, pushing in the skin, not failing to get right into the corner. Each inch forcing it way through my tender flesh. I cry from the pain, still tugging at the restraints and recoiling against Cas’s hands, completely helpless to free myself. 

“Easy, easy, almost done.” He says as he wipes the wound one last time and pulls away. 

Sweat trickles down my forehead and I visually relax, panting. 

“I’m sorry but that had to be done.” He says over his shoulder as he fiddles with something else in the med kit. “Dean and Sam will be here by tomorrow evening, but you’ll bleed out long before they get here; I'm going to have to stitch it.” 

“Nooooo pleaseeee.” I whine. 

He lays a comforting hand on my shoulder and starts rubbing soothing circles. “Trust me, I don’t want to do this either. I would give anything not to have to hurt you again.” The way his words quiver like there is a lump in his throat, sells the line. 

He waits a little longer and then lets my shoulder go and brings the needle and thread to the bed-side table. 

“C-cold.” I stutter. 

“I’ll get you a blanket once this is done.” 

Castiel places the same hand on my chest again but this time, he applies a little more pressure. “Don’t move if you can help it, it could cause me to stitch all wonky. I know this isn’t ideal, but we can’t waste any more time. Please forgive me.” 

I flinch the first time the needle pricks my pale skin, then still. I stifle my groan which soon turns into a quiet sob as he continues relentlessly. I am barely aware of him muttering hush apologies to me at every groan, cry and beg. 

The pain expands though my side with each new stitch, constantly lingering. I try to focus on the ceiling, but it doesn’t distract much, since there is no way to not feel the movement of the needle. God I hate needles. 

"Stop tensing the area I'm trying to stitch." Cas orders and clamps his hand down a little more. 

“Yeah, well if you, AAGH.” He hits the spot which is the deepest and it causes me to jump. 

“I told you to stop moving!” 

I nod and clench my hands until the knuckles are white, to stop myself from wriggling. 

“You know,” He starts his next stitch and pinches the skin together, ignoring my wince. “You are quite remarkable; a thousand others would’ve passed out long before this step.” He threads it through and ties it.  

My skin is so tight around the wound, and it feels like a white-hot sting that won’t go away.  

“Holy Shit!” I swear, as a sudden burning rushes through the wound. He puts the alcohol on the table and gives be an apologetic smile. "You could have warned for that." 

He shrugs. "Sam says it’s better without a warning."  

I whimper as he places a large bandage over the top and starts clearing everything away. 

“It’s done for the time being.” He comforts, and lightly kisses me on the forehead. “You can sleep now.” 

I feel my head finally lull to the side and I allow myself to drift off. 

~ 

When I open my eyes, my head throbs and the world spins. I see Cas and for an instant my mind takes me right back to when he was a monster, and I bolt up. 

He rushes to my side and to pushes me down with his angel strength. 

“Hey, hey, it’s just me. Slow down.” 

I relax in his arms once I realise.  

“There.” He soothes, shifting so that I am lying flat, but his voice soon turns serious. “Stunts like that could tear your stitches.” He peels the bandage back and takes a look. “But thankfully it hasn’t.” 

He pulls the blanket back over me and carefully holds a glass of water to my lips. “Slow.” He says and tilts it a little. 

I hadn’t realised how thirsty I was and start to lap it up. He pulls away and I chase after it, but he continues to hold my clamp down on my shoulder with one hand. 

“Slow.” He repeats and brings the cup back. I do what as he says until it's gone. 

I wiggle my feet enough to find that he must have taken the restraints off while I was out. 

He takes a seat next to the bed and squeezes my hand. It's so warm. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Like I've been stabbed.” 

Cas smiles. “How do you really feel?” 

I sigh. “Tired, everything hurts.” 

“I’d assume that’s normal considering what you’ve been through.” He tilts his head towards my ribs. “When you're ready, I need to take a look, okay?” 

I swallow thickly. “Okay.” I chastise myself at how the words break in my throat, I know he's only trying to help. 

A shudder escapes my lips as Cas’s warm fingers skim over my ribs. I hold back a choked cry as he presses into them, testing the bones. By the time he finishes, I am as far away from him as the bed allows. 

“A couple are broken; I'll go get you an icepack.” 

When he re-enters and positions the icepack over my sides, his face has saddened like he isn’t telling me something. 

“What is it?” I ask. 

He doesn’t hold back. “There’s been a slight delay with Sam and Dean, they won’t be here for a few more days. We are in a small cabin out in the woods, it's not safe here. The vampire's that did this to you could be back with the rest of the nest.” 

“Oh.” I manage to say. 

He wipes a finger over my face to stop the tears. “We need to leave but we can’t do that with the condition you're in now. And I can’t heal you because they used a blade warded against angels.” 

“So, what do we do?” I take his hand and intertwine our fingers. 

“You know I don’t want to put you in more pain than I have to.” I can feel him shaking now; he's scared. 

“Cas.” My tone is slightly louder than I wanted. 

There's a pause. He readjusts his trench coat like its uncomfortable. “There may be a healing spell that could help but I'm told that the procedure will be...... unpleasant, to say the least.”  

His whole face screams regret but I surprise him with my answer. “Do it.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah..... I trust you.” 

~ 

“Okay.” Cas says, more to himself than me. He places the neon purple potion on the table and undoes his belt. “Open,” he commands, “It should help with the pain.” 

I reluctantly take in the leather and bite down. 

“I have to restrain you now. If you mess with the potion even a little, it could prove faulty and there is no way in hell, I'm putting you through this twice.” 

I give a slight nod and he starts tying my limbs with rope. I get more scared by the second, I can already hear the rhythmic beat of my heart. This time he also adds some rope over my thighs and chest so I can move even less than before. 

Once he’s finished, he fetches the potion and hovers over me. 

“If you have somewhere you find soothing, go there in your mind.” 

Then he begins, first removing the bandage to expose the wound then pours it in. 

A blazing burst of pain explodes through my body, everything feels like it's on fire. Then his hands are on me, rubbing it as deep into the wound as possible while I strain and fight to get away from the hands that are hurting me. He manages to shove it through the gaps in the stitches so it can travel deeper. I scream and cry around the belt, every muscle tensed so much that it cramps. I can feel as every rib welds itself together and every cell in the wound presses until it's all combined.  

When all the pain finally simmers, relief washes over me. Cas whispers comforting words and praise as he undoes the restraints and pulls me into a hug. I am too weak to resist the movement, but I don’t want to, its sweet and warm. He saved me. 

“You did so well,” He soothes. “I am so proud of you. Are you okay?” 

“Yes,” I answer simply, “I am now, and I forgive you.” 

[whumpy-bi]

“Shhhh. Don’t move. I got you.”

Prompt from @redd956

Whumpee felt like he was sinking into the cold metal of his cell, the sharp pain from his shock collar still making his entire body twitch. Was it still on? Or were these more aftershocks? It was hard to tell, after a while. The dim lights swam around above him as his vision refused to come back into focus. With some luck, maybe he’d pass out and get some sleep…

The door was sliding open. Whumpee tried to push himself up, tried to move, roll over, anything. But he only writhed and groaned with the pain still running its course through all his muscles.

Hands were hovering over him. He made another effort to speak and move, preparing to fight off Whumper—he never won, of course, but Whumpee had decided a long time ago that he’d die fighting. A soft voice caught his attention, though, as a familiar face began to slowly fade into clarity.

“Shhhh. Don’t move. I got you.”

Caretaker. Caretaker was here. His best friend was here for him.

“I can’t…”

“No, don’t worry, Whumpee. I got you. C’mon, let’s get you up.”

[yikes-00]

Smut prompts:

“Don’t tempt me.”

Please? 😋😋😋

Hello!!! Thank you for the prompt!!! Also i don’t know what it is about this specific group of words, this also ran away from me!!! I hope you enjoy!!

WC: 580

Rating: E/Explicit

Tags: Public sex, exhibition, frottage, praise kink, mild competency kink, pool table sex (I’ve always wanted to write this so this might come back!)

AN: Good vibes and happiness!!! Hope y’all enjoy and are having a good day!

“Don’t tempt me.” 

Jake smirks. His eyes look up through his lashes at Bradley before he straightens up. It’s a call back to a time before. A time when their words were weapons and used to hurt. 

“You find me tempting?” Jake asks. His voice low in his throat as he walks around the table slowly.

 Bradley’s eyes track him like a wolf tracking its innocent prey. A story with warnings that Jake forgets because being in the wolf’s crosshairs is exactly where he wants to be. Jake raises a brow as he rests his weight on his pool stick. 

The party is in full swing. Two miracles with a Hail Mary rescue tends to make the liquor flow and people a little more loose. No one notices them as they stand in the corner by themselves. Two friends buried under years of egos and words that landed wrong. 

“Yeah,” Bradley says as he lifts his drink to his lips. His eyes glide down Jake’s body. “I do find you very tempting.” 

Jake smiles. A small huff leaves his lungs and he turns back to the table. The shot is there and all he needs to do is shoot straight. 

Warm hands land on his hips. A thumb dips under his shirt and slides along the skin above his jeans. 

“Bradshaw-“ 

“I say I find you tempting and you stick your ass up,” Bradley says in a low voice. He leans over Jake’s body encasing him. His lips brush against Jake’s ear. “What did you expect I would do?” 

Jake tries to hide how his body arches into Bradley. His hips tilt up as he lines up the shot. Bradley’s hands slide up, higher over Jake’s abs, nails scratching along the skin. Jake’s eyes flutter. 

“Bradshaw-“ 

“Shhhh,” Bradley tsks. His hips roll subtly against Jake as he grinds himself against Jake’s ass. “Be a good boy and line it up and shoot it.”

Jake lets out noise as the praise makes him a little hotter. 

“You like being good?” Bradley asks. His hips grinding harder as his hands crawl up Jake’s body stroking his skin. “My little hero likes knowing he’s a good boy?” 

Jake nods. His hands shake and he gives up any pretense that he’s trying to make a shot. 

“You are,” Bradley assures him. He slides his hands out of Jake’s shirt and presses down on Jake’s back, bending him over the table. The hands are back on his hips and he rocks harder, rutting against Jake’s ass through the clothes. “You are so good. So pretty and talented and saved my life.” 

Jake whines. The party swallows the noise and no one looks over and if they do they turn around giving them their moment. 

“Such a pretty boy for me that’s all mine,” Bradley growls out low in his throat as he leans over and presses his lips against Jake’s ear. 

Jake is hard. It’s uncomfortable and unfulfilling but the words whispered against him push him closer to the edge. Jake’s legs shake as he presses back and lets Bradley take. 

“Come for me,” Bradley says quietly, “come for me and let me take you home and love you right.” 

Jake keens and lets go. His orgasm slams through him and he’s flipped over. Bradley’s lips are on his, hands holding him and grounding him. Bradley pulls back and stares deep into Jake’s eyes. 

“My pretty little savior,” Bradley says as his thumb strokes Jake’s cheek. 

[babyjakes]

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event | whumptember 2022

prompt | nightmare

pairing | boyfriend!ransom drysdale x reader

warnings | soft!ransom ofc, reader has a bad dream but doesn’t remember it, just very fluffy, sfw daddy!ransom vibes (reader uses a teether sometimes after her nightmares just bc she’s an anxious chewer), “babybug” makes its glorious return ;^)

word count | 337

how about!! a reader who has recurring bad dreams but she usually doesn’t remember them or remembers very little 🤔

ransom knows about them and probably sleeps a little lighter without even trying bc his body just feels the need to stay alert in case his baby needs him 🥺

maybe one night she wakes up screaming, which immediately rouses ransom from his sleep as well. “baby, baby, hey- what’s going on?” he flicks on the lamp on the nightstand and looks over, his heart breaks when he finds reader on a tear-soaked pillow with a wild and terrified look in her eyes

“oh honey, come here. shhh,” poor girl’s shaking like a leaf as he lays back down and pulls her into his arms, rubbing her back soothingly while he shushes and dotes over her

“shhhh, babybug- you’re okay. was just a dream, bunny. not real, not real” she starts chewing anxiously on her pajama sleeve and he has to carefully remove it from her mouth, kissing her nose in the process “hey silly girl, let’s not eat your clothes. you want a chewy from the freezer?” ran always keeps a few baby teethers in with the ice so she can have something to mouth instead of her clothes or her skin

maybe her eyes get big and fill with tears bc she thinks he’s gonna leave her there in the bed by herself to go get it “hey, hey, it’s okay baby,” he fusses, smoothing her hair back since it’s fallen messily in her face “you wanna go get it together? maybe we can snuggle up on the couch for a bit, turn on a show?” he knows sometimes just having the background noise of the tv helps calm her down

she nods carefully so he’s scooping her up in no time, carrying her out of their room and over to the stairs as she clings to him like a little koala 🥺 “c’mon, little bug. i gotcha, let’s go get everything ready for you”

[mondscheinprinzessin]

I just saw the prompt "shhhh, you're getting loud" and now I can't decide if it's funner if it's aleksi/olli being dumbasses forgetting that a curtain on a bus is not a wall or door, or aleks/joonas/joel (or any other combination of friends) playing mario kart in a hotel room and emotions rising high over blue shells and banana peels 😂

Both? Both is good. It's Aleksi/Olli, but the others are included in a platonic way. It's short but I tried to keep it funny.

Olli continued to giggle even as Aleksi kissed down his stomach, expecting another reaction from his boyfriend than him fucking giggling at him.

In response Aleksi lightly bit into the soft part of Olli’s belly, finally getting what he wanted - a surprised moan. Smiling he kissed over the spot, glad to have Olli’s attention on him now. But he should’ve known that it wouldn’t stay at one small moan, already after their first time did he find out that Olli wasn’t a particularly silent lover.

While it was a confidence boost every other time, Aleksi was now worried about gaining attraction from the outside.

“Shhh you’re getting loud.” Aleksi urged Olli to be more cautious but continued to slide his hand into Olli’s underwear. Not the right move to shut Olli up.

Startled his hand pulled back from its destination when the curtain to his bunk bed was pulled back with force, so much so that he was afraid for the hooks that omitted a cringing sound.

Tommi’s face appeared in Aleksi’s vision, the light behind him blinding him so that he had to squint.

“We’re on a bus. I can hear you.”

With those few words he disappeared again but left the curtain open, a clear warning to not carry on with their activity. The bulge in Olli’s underwear was inviting, but Aleksi didn’t dare to make Tommi angry by filling the small space with his boyfriend’s sounds as much as he wanted to. But the bear had spoken.

-

A nice warm shower was all Tommi had needed after the concert. While he wasn’t running and jumping around, playing his drums has left him sweaty enough to leave an imprint on Joel’s shirt after a quick congratulation hug.

But now the water was washing it all away, softening his muscles, and keeping him in a good mood. He caught himself almost humming a song as he switched off the water and grabbed for a towel, even big enough so he could wrap himself in it.

The content smile on his face fell away quickly as he noticed noises coming from the hotel room through the closed door. When he left for a shower Aleksi had been alone in the room. But he wouldn’t dare-

“You will feel so dirty after I’m done with you, you will need a cold shower to feel like yourself again.” He unmistakably heard Aleksi’s words, the implication of him saying that to Tommi’s pure childhood friend turning his brain upside down. He didn’t want to hear any of that.

And he couldn’t believe that Aleksi had invited Olli over for a quicky while Tommi was enjoying a hot shower. It was time for a real lecture.

The door was open in no second and Tommi built himself up in the door frame, trying to look as threatening as he could with only a towel around his hips and water dripping from his hair.

“Aleksi!” He yelled. “Keep your hands- ”

Three pairs of eyes looked at him astonished, none of which belonged to Olli. Aleksi, Joel, and Joonas were sitting on one of the beds, each with a controller in a hand and Mario Kart running on the TV. The music kept running while they all stared at each other.

Tommi has clearly been mistaken, and the situation wasn’t as dirty as he had it believed to be.

“Well. Carry on.” He said and turned to get back to the best spa treatment he would get for a while. He really needed a break; he thought as he closed the door.

[overwatchfics]

can we get some "character returns from a long mission" headcanons and just get some nice reuniting fluff? I'm honestly down to see anyone with this prompt so write for whoever you want! (if you want/need a specific character(s), maybe the shimadas? but i'm being serious when i say i will read no matter who it is lmao)

Character Returns From long Mission (Kiriko & Widowmaker)

A/N: I'm going to make another one of these with Reinhardt, I'm not remotely attracted to him in anyway, but I swear he gives good hugs. I chose Kiriko and Widow bc they are my fixation rn.

Kiriko

It had been a couple of weeks since Kiriko had left with her group to take out a Hashimoto armory, she had said the mission would only have taken a week. It had been three weeks.

You were just sitting on the couch getting ready to sleep, as you had been sleeping there for the last 2 weeks waiting for her to come home. The bedroom has been left un-touched simply because you could not bear to sleep in there with you.

The doorbell rang throughout your silent apartment, and you swore if it was Genji checking in on you for the 100th time you were going to lose it.

You look through the peephole of the door, but there was no one on the other side.

Maybe a package?

You opened the door and noticed that a box of a dozen doughnuts lay at your feet, a sticky note of a hastily drawn heart on the front.

Turning around, you notice a paper trail of familiar ofudas trailing into the hallway.

Setting the donuts down on the counter, you feel your legs carry you before your mind processes what your body is doing.

Following the paper trail, you open the door and step in, but no one is there.

The bed is littered with rose petals and a couple candles are lit around the room

Warm breath ghosts its way past your ear and a familiar voice is carried upon it.

Hey there miss me?

In seconds, you turn around and throw your arms around no other than Kiriko

You're definitely sobbing and if you're crying, she's crying too.

She becomes your anchor as she holds you tightly to her, one hand rubbing your back and the other carding through your hair

You pull back and start to sputter, but it's hard through the tears

Kiriko pulls you back into her arms Shhhh baby, I'm here now, I'm here. I missed you too, those long nights out were too cold without you by my side

The two of you sway side to side lightly, and the candles continue to illuminate the room

Kiriko pulls her head back a little and silently kisses the tears away and wipes the streaks of them left on your face

She cradles your face gently in her hands and brings you in, lips meeting in a gentle kiss.

The way she kisses you, is delicate, like you were going to break under any pressure.

Her breaths get heavy, and the kisses become more fervent, her arms go to your waist as she leans over you further, dipping you onto the bed.

Your first night back together would be an unforgettable one

Widowmaker

You knew Amelie was going on her longest mission yet, you knew Talon missions also got delayed even further. She's been gone from her chateau for close to three months

Sombra was the only one sneaking you any sort of updates that she was alive, but nothing more. You appreciated the gesture, but it was never truly enough

Now you wait on the railing of the balcony looking out at the moon and the stars as they were your only company that you knew of.

You have an odd feeling of being watched, your gaze flickers to various parts of the chataeu, and you come up with nothing, instead you opt to make some hot to tea before going out on the cold balcony again.

Once finished, you make your way back outside, and sigh wistfully into your mug of tea.

The feeling of being watched still doesn't leave you, but at this point you're led to believe it's paranoia.

That is until you feel hit breath by your ear

Bonjour chéri~

You jump and run to see your lover, the Widowmaker with her visor fully activated, upside down on her grappling hook, a hand over her mouth in a poor effort to stiffle her laugh.

Forgive me, I simply could not resist, allow me to make it better

Amélie turns off her visor and it sheathed back in place revealing her glowing yellow eyes (She has glowing eyes and you can't stop me)

Still upside down, she snakes a hand to the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. You feel the stain if her lipstick against your mouth and it's a welcome feeling.

Amélie pulls away, rotates herself to where her feet touch the ground, and she offers you hand

Come with me I have something to you chéri. Be sure to hold on tight.

You blink at her and she just gestures her eyes towards her hand

You press into her side allowing her to pull you close, she grapples onto the rooftop, and guides you to a flat spot to where she has a spot set up with a blanket, a vase with a singular rose placed in it, a picnic basket, some candles, and a bottle of wine.

A light gasp manages to squeeze its way past your lips, you can tell she's put a lot of work into setting this up.

Then you notice the view of the moon and its ethereal reflection in the waters surrounding the chateau.

Amélie watches as you take it all in and she approaches silently and wraps her arms around you from behind, her chin atop your crown in a gesture of affection.

She feels your body begins to shake, and for moment Amélie begins to worry she messed up, that is until she feels a couple drops hit her arm and sniffles are to be heard. You started to talk about how you've missed her and how the bed has grown cold in her absence.

Amélie is quick to turn you in her arms, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe your tears with and proceeds to pepper your face lightly with kisses. She reassures you, she'll be home for a long while.

She dips you lightly, and let's her mouth lock with yours in passionate kiss thay has you helplessly leaning back into the arm that's supporting you.

Amélie pulls back slightly, pulling you to your feet and placing her hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the romantic set-up

Come on chéri, the wine will not drink itself.

A/N: <3333 I love My aim reliant girls

[phoebe-delia]

take my hand, wreck my plans

Happiest of wedding days to my darling friend, M. @makeitp1nk. You might not remember this, but a loooong time ago you said that the Taylor song that reminds you the most of your relationship is "willow," so when I set out to make your wedding gift/drabble, I knew what my prompt would be. (Ignore the fact I've technically done this song before shhhh that doesn't count).

Wishing you a lifetime of happiness. I love and adore you.

I knew everything about you, and yet nothing at all, back then. I knew your favorite food, the way you take your tea. I knew your birthday—though it was hard not to; it's practically a national holiday. I knew your pre-and-post Quidditch routines, the way you grip a wand. I knew every angry twitch of your scowl, every angle of your smirk, the force of your fist.

I thought I knew you, then. But now, you're so much more.

It was the silliest thing; you were just talking about crunchy peanut butter. The merits of it, its reputation compared to its creamy counterpart. We were at the supermarket, and you were holding a jar in your hand and talking to me, and it hit me with the force of a stunner that there was nowhere else on the planet I'd rather have been at that moment.

Which is strange and surprising to me, even now. I never knew that home and safety could be found in another human being. I thought those things were bought and built with concrete, with magic. I thought the best parts of life were tangible; had measurable value. But when I think about some of the happiest moments of my life—the summers I spent in lavish palaces, the decadent dinners, the extravagant shopping trips—I always end up remembering how you light up at calendars with puppy pictures. I think about the way you dance—only at home, only with me—using your entire body. I think about how you make my tea better than I can, at this point.

I always thought I knew the way my life would go. Growing up, I imagined moving into the manor with my future wife and sending my parents to live in a comfortable cottage in the south of France. I pictured lavish parties, poring over finance documents late at night, being doted on by house elves, and inheriting the respect of the wizarding world earned by my Father and his before him, and so on.

And especially when the war came and put that future in shambles, I tried to piece together the parts of myself and my life that I liked, and proceeded from there. I predicted years of struggle to earn a respectable standing in our world. I imagined being shunned, ridiculed, and possibly even in prison.

But then you—marvelous, heroic, stupidly-selfless you—walked into the courtroom and saved my life. Again. Wanker.

And you didn't stop there. It would've been enough just to keep me out of Azkaban; it was more than I deserved, or so I believed at the time. But you were persistent. You showed up at my tiny flat once a week; the one on the outskirts of Muggle London where the water heater only worked for an hour in the middle of the night, and the elevator was perpetually broken. You showed me Muggle currency, how to do my own laundry, and how to work a mobile.

You taught me how to shop at the supermarket. And made me my first peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

The idea that such happiness and joy are experienced freely is a preposterous truth for me to understand; and yet it's one I relish each day. It's one I don't take for granted.

You turned my entire world upside down and still made sure I landed on my feet, our hands clasped. You defied every expectation I had—for myself, for you, for the world. And you prove to me every day just how right it was that I was so wrong.

-

Read it on ao3!

[ipsen]

If Only

For @weektg! Hey, turns out I'm a big fat liar! Here's another piece by me for TG Week! wooo... Unsure what theme this is. Maybe "Regret" is a good fit? Maybe that can be next year’s prompt. No crosspost on AO3 this time; I might retool this for something later (shhhh)... Anyways, under the cut!

"If only I hadn't met Takatsuki."

The words on the page stared back at Hinami, telling her what she had known for some time now. If she hadn’t received that card with that number on it, she wouldn’t have been absorbed into the Tree as nutrients. She wouldn’t have killed so many Doves— so many people with families. She wouldn’t have been a part of the Tree’s scouting unit, and been falsely claimed as one of their best.

(She was just so weak, after all.)

Even if she had been separated from Banjou, if she didn’t have that white card—

Hinami tossed the notebook across the room. It hit the metal wall with a thump, and she leaned back against its mirror, staring up at the ceiling. She saw the camera in the corner, always watching her and always listening to her.

She wondered what it was like being the watcher instead of the watched. What was it like, seeing hundreds upon thousands of ghouls caged like animals with little to do besides draw, read, and write? She’d heard about wardens beating some of the detainees out of boredom, and that was how ghouls like Yamori were born, but they didn’t seem to be around in her time here. She was thankful for that much.

But… she was out of time. Aogiri’s ranks had changed too fast for her to keep up. Investigator Urie had kept bringing more and more unfamiliar faces, and each one had been another bump to her disposal date.

And now she knew the day she would die.

She hugged her knees, trembling where she sat.

I don’t want to die.

I don’t want to disappear.

I don’t want this.

I never wanted this.

Is this the price of strength? Is this my punishment?

The notebook seemed to stare at her across the cell.

If only I hadn’t met—

“We have a ghoul in custody believed to be the leader of the Aogiri Tree.”

Hinami’s eyes shot open.

What? Was that—?

She listened closer. Her ears and nose reached beyond her cell, ascending the levels of Cochlea. She shut out everyone inside, only focusing on the entrance. There were guards. Lots of them, wearing facial masks, carrying firearms loaded with RC suppressants. Leading them was—

No, no, focus. Who are they taking? Hats, suits, belts with firearms— restraints made of quinque steel. The type used in Cochlea. Wrapped around the body, like a straitjacket. A short individual, with shorter hair.

The unmistakable scent of hibiscus flowers.

It was her.

Takatsuki. Eto. Here. In Cochlea. Not on Rushima. Not with the others. Yumitsu, Miza, Naki— Ayato. Why? Why was she here? She let herself get arrested? For what reason? Hinami knew about the ongoing extermination operation. Was everyone in Aogiri— good and bad alike— going to…?

And then the one leading her to her cell. It was him. He was here. Hinami didn’t understand. After six months without visits, six months of wondering what he’d been up to, he’d finally returned here with— with Eto?

What was going on?

—

Hinami heard Ayato and his unit arrive on the property. He found Banjou, Ichimi, Sante, and Jiro too. They were going to attempt a rescue. Away from Rushima. Away from Yumitsu, Miza, and Naki. Aogiri was falling apart.

The Tree was rotting. 

The alarms went off, and the fighting broke out soon after, but the one who opened the entrance to Hinami’s cell wasn’t Ayato, or Banjou, or anyone she might have expected.

“I’m sorry it took so long,” Ken said, with a familiar sad smile on his face. “Let’s get out of here.”

Rage. Joy. Sadness.

All these emotions and more flooded Hinami’s system. Ken… was back. He was back, but… He seemed so much sadder. He seemed so much more stuck. Because she recognized that smile on his face. It was the same smile he gave her before he left her.

She staggered to her feet.

What should she say? What should she do? It was him. She should be happy. This was what she wanted, right?

She stumbled across the cell.

But Sasaki… Sasaki seemed happy too. He had friends. He had a family. He was loved and respected in the CCG. But for Ken to return, those things had to be taken away. Because Ken was someone who slingshotted into the past. Ken was the type to overcompensate, make up for the past by sacrificing the present.

Hinami slapped him. Hard.

“Why… are you here?” she asked slowly, failing to hold back the tears in her eyes.

Why haven’t you learned?

“You’re…”

You’re just doing the same thing again, aren’t you?

“Y-You’re an investigator…”

You’re leaving me.

He didn’t say anything for a moment. The alarms continued to blare. Humans and ghouls continued to fight each other, continued to kill each other, with no one winning in the end.

Leaving all of us.

“This is my last job,” he finally said. “We should go…”

She heard the reaper a few floors above, swinging his scythe. Ayato was engaging him. With him were two others. If she concentrated, she could almost believe they were—

She took a shaky breath. “How are we getting out?”

He led her down the hall, and told her about the drainage port. They ran for what felt like hours. The halls all looked the same, enough to drive one crazy.

She stabbed a strange investigator. He smelled like a pâté, but he also smelled like Ken. There wasn’t enough time to dwell on it. They kept running.

Ken left her. Again. She sank against the wall. Still weak. Still helpless. Still—

“Hinami? Hinami!!”

She looked up again, and it was Ayato. He ran to her, and she almost thought he was gonna hug her, but it never came. As always, he just put his hand on her shoulder, and it meant everything.

“Sorry I’m late…” he apologized with a smile. “Let’s go home.”

Hinami nodded and looked at who he brought. She froze. She had been right.

“T-Touka…” she whispered. “Yomo…”

Yomo looked just like she remembered, if a little bit beaten up. And Touka… Touka was beautiful. Like a butterfly unfurling its wings. She seemed so much stronger. Stronger than Hinami.

If only I—

Touka came up to her, raised her hands, and pinched Hinami’s cheek. “Idiot,” she said simply, grinning.

No need for words, or punishment, or anything. Touka was just glad she was safe.

The tears flowed freely. “I-I’m sorry…”

But reunions couldn’t last too long. They reunited with Banjou, who gave one of his nostalgic bear hugs, then headed to the compactor room after disabling it. Once they were through, they were free. Hinami would live. Her punishment was over.

The compactor room was so much larger than she imagined. As she ran, Hinami wondered how many ghouls had met their end being crushed by the quinque steel cylinders. How many quinques had been made. How she might have screamed when she was sandwiched between them.

… She heard something. Black suits, and someone she thought she had killed.

Typing.

Undoing.

Reactivating.

The cylinders came to life and rushed forward. Hinami turned to Touka, Yomo, Ayato, Banjou, Jiro, Sante, Ichimi, the Gas Masks, the remnants of Aogiri, as the space closed, the air rushed out of her lungs, the end result— 

Footsteps. Lighter than air, almost like a bird taking flight.

A familiar flash of green inserting itself into her vision.

The sound of crunching steel, and the crackling of kagune.

No one died. Everyone was safe.

Amidst the ruins of quinque steel and kagune, Hinami looked up at a familiar, massive kakuja. Ayato caught her before she could fall from the shock.

“Why would Eto…?” Banjou wondered aloud, before shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter. We gotta go, guys!”

But Hinami kept staring. Maybe to Banjou, it didn’t make sense. Maybe even Ayato couldn’t understand it. Because they didn’t know. You can’t understand what you don’t know. You can’t understand what you don’t spend time with.

In hindsight, it was so obvious.

For a moment, she was fourteen again, sitting in a coffee shop and wondering why Shuu was taking so long in the bathroom.

A flash of green entered her vision that day, and gave her a ticket down the rabbit hole.

“Hinami,” Ayato said, patting her. “Let’s get going.”

“I think Kaneki… is the type of person who wants to be loved.”

She blinked. “R-Right…”

She gave the kakuja one last glance before she ran.

If only…

[chirp-a-chirp]

Court of Darkness: Puppy Love

Fandom/Main Characters: Court of Darkness - Toa, Knight, MC

Secondary Character: Lance

Couple: Toa X MC (MC named Carla)

Word: ~1000

Sugar/Fluff Level: 10/10 *Would you like some coffee/tea to go with your cup of sugar, dear reader?

Description: Knight and MC give Toa a puppy for Holy Night (aka Christmas). Puppy inspiration picture below!

Part of Tis the Season for Love Content Creation Challenge - Fluff Prompt @voltage-vixen

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“I think it’s best for you to explain yourselves.” 

Toa stood in his room, looking sternly at Knight and Carla, who sat guiltily on a couch. For the past two weeks, Carla and Knight had been acting strangely. Carla repeatedly refused Toa entry in her room. Normally a diligent student, Carla asked for extensions on multiple projects. Toa had seen Carla and Knight more and more together with no clear reason as to why. Toa’s patience came to an end when Knight had served subpar tea not once, but twice in the past week. Today’s tea was accompanied with a strange hair in it, to the mortification of Knight. 

Knight squirmed under Toa’s piercing blue stare. Carla peered at Knight and said, “I think we can’t hide it anymore. Tomorrow is Holy Night. Perhaps we should give Toa his gift now.”

“…No real reason to hide it, is there?” Knight admitted. “I did put a bow on and all.”

“Gift?” Toa was surprised at the turn the conversation had gone. Beyond customary gifts from fawning courtiers, Toa did not receive gifts from others. The admonishments Toa had prepared never left his lips. As if on cue, a loud howling emerged within Knight’s quarters. 

“Ahem. What is that?” Toa raised his eyebrows. 

“Arooo!” The trio turned their heads as Knight’s bedroom door shook from excited scratches. 

“Shhhh! Down boy, just like we practiced!” Knight whispered frantically. 

“Knight, he can’t hear you if you’re whispering,” Carla muttered. 

“He cannot hear you, but I certainly can,” Toa said. “So, again, I ask, what is—“ Toa did not complete his inquiry. Knight’s door burst open as an overly eager medium-sized dog with long sandy colored hair and floppy ears bounded towards Knight and Carla. The dog, which had a leather collar and giant blue bow around its neck, jumped on the couch in-between Knight and Carla, wagging its tail happily. 

“Surprise!” Carla beamed, hugging the dog. “Sandy, you finally get to meet Toa!”

“Dogs do not belong on the couch,” Toa intoned. “Why does it smirk at me?” 

“The dog’s name is Sandy Toa,” Carla insisted. “And he’s not smirking, he’s smiling because he’s happy to see his new owner—you!”

Toa pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing as he sat in a nearby chair. Now at eye level with the dog, Toa stared at mutt and said, “I was most serious when I said no dogs on the couch.” The dog obediently jumped off the couch and sat down, tail still wagging. Toa turned to Knight. “Sandy?”

“We named him Sandy for his sandy-colored hair,” answered Knight. “We weren’t sure if Sandy was a boy or a girl at first, because his hair was so long and matted. But then we groomed him and discovered he was male.”

“Decidedly male,” added Carla. 

“Oy! Do you have to say it like that?” Knight admonished, cheeks reddening. 

“Its sex has been established,” Toa affirmed. “So has where your time has been preoccupied these past two weeks, I take it.” 

“Lance found him alone in the woods and gave him his collar,” said Carla, scratching Sandy behind his ears. “Sandy has no owner. We’ve been training him so he’d be ready to greet you properly.”

“Sandy, go get your dish!” Knight encouraged Sandy with a pat to his side. Sandy bolted to Knight’s room and returned back with a beautiful silver dog dish in his mouth before dropping it to the ground. 

“A gift from Prince Roy and Grayson,” said Knight. Toa picked up the bowl, pleased that the bowl did not come adorned with flowers like most Invidian silverware. “Prince Lynt promised to nap with Sandy if he ever had trouble sleeping. And Fenn said he’d…” Knight scowled. 

Carla chuckled. “Fenn said he’d rescue Sandy from your lectures with extra playtime.” Toa shook his head. “We will not be indolent like Lynt is. We must do our fair share of work Sandy.” Sandy continued to wag his tail. Knight swore the dog nodded at Toa. Carla grinned as she saw Toa smile softly. 

“And if anyone plays with you, it will be one of the three of us in this room.” Sandy barked enthusiastically at Toa’s statement. “It seems Sandy has met the other princes.”

“Yes,” said Carla. “But Lance has spent the most time with him. He’s helped a lot with the training.”

“You mean Ira wanted regular progress reports on the pup,” grumbled Knight. 

“Lance wanted to make sure he was doing well,” Carla stated. “Every time Lance came by, he had a new flavor of jerky to give Sandy. My room is filled with jerky—smells like it too.” Carla laughed. 

“So that’s why you wouldn’t let me in your room.” Carla nodded as Toa gingerly put out a hand for Sandy to sniff. 

“The pup is quite friendly and food motivated.” Knight placed a piece of jerky in Toa’s outstretched hand. Sandy gently took the treat in one bite.      

“So, this creature is Prince Voleri in dog form.” Toa extended his other hand towards Sandy. The dog extended a paw to Toa, tongue wagging. “Excellent manners,” Toa said to himself.

“He’s not exactly like Rio,” said Carla. “Sandy is friendly with mostly everyone. Except Guy.” Carla chewed her lip. 

“And Jasper.” Knight grimaced. “We came across’em while walking Sandy a few days ago. He growled and barked furiously at’em until they were out of sight.”

Toa took his hand away from Sandy’s paw and started patting his head, his smile brighter than before. “You clearly have superior tastes. Good boy.”

“W-we didn’t teach Sandy to be rude to Guy and Jasper!” Carla insisted. 

“So his dislike for them is instinctive.” Toa nodded approvingly. “It speaks to your superb character Sandy.” Toa took both his hands and started tickling Sandy’s ears and the back of his neck. “We will get along quite well.” Sandy wiggled happily at Toa’s touch, licking his hands. 

“We will have to work on that,” said Toa seriously, wiping his hands with a handkerchief. “There is only one person I’d allow a kiss like that from, and she does not slobber.”  

“Toa!” Carla’s face burned furiously, earning a rare laugh from Toa. 

With Sandy, the stoic prince now had another outlet for love in his life. It was a Holy Night he’d never forget. 

[marinerainbow]

Wheezy's face was absolutely slack, and his fingers twitched at his sides; Shiny (Scratch that, no one-) had ever seen him so beside himself as he came to the realisation that she... was the one who brought him back.

(For context this is meant to be about that idea that Shiny turned Wheezy into a ghoul ^^ But you can make it whatever you want!)

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As soon as those words 'Is it even a girl??' came outta Buckman you only had one important question for him as he straightens up and immediately startles at your extremely dubious expression aimed directly at him; Because, sorry sorry, but- Would that make a difference???

(For context, again- I've been thinking a lot about that one bit in 2001 Maniacs with Lester and Jezebel, and Buckman leaning down to check if Jezebel was a female sheep- as if that would might make thus union better somehow 😂😂😂 I dunno its just so ridiculous it cracks me up XD )

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Poppy absolutely positively could not feel her legs in that moment, that the Evil freaken Queen took up her paw in her hand and shook it, saying how she (Grimhilde, the Evil Freaken Queen- ) enjoyed the cartoons that she starred in years ago; All Poppy could think was that she's just as pretty in person!-

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"Y/N, darlin', take me back, please cher, I- I'm begging you- one more chance; Just one more, sweetheart, I promise I wont mess it up this time." - Dr Facilier

Some random ones for you to pick from! If none of them do it for you, that's totally cool; Just giving you some options!

Aaaahhh thank you so much anon (who I totally don't know the identity of)! These prompts are absolutely amazing! I've been thinking about 1 and 3 all day honestly XD

Also, gonna go with paragraphs and not sentences again because I can't restrain myself to just five sentences. I think in general I'm just gonna go with paragraphs XD

Warnings for mentions of... Uh... Well, if you've seen 2001 Maniacs, or read the prompt, you know what's going on between Lester and poor Jezebel. I didn't direct that movie, anon and I are just making comedy from that scene. And cursing.

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"You... 'Yer the one that did this to me?"

For the first time in a long time, Shiny felt the skin on her back crawl from the ice cold glare in the ghouls eyes alone. If it weren't for the fact that she could very easily make him combust if he made a move towards her, she would have been scared for her life. Not that she'd admit that out loud, "Ok, Wheeze, I know I screwed up. How 'bout we talk this out over a couple of dri-"

"Talk? You- You can't just talk this out." His tone was below freezing, and one hand at his side balled up into a fist. But he didn't take a step closer to her like she was preparing for. Instead, the other hand pointed an angry finger at the witch, "You brought me back when I was at peace! What the hell were you even tryin' t'do out there!?

"I'll tell you if you can calm yourself." The woman fired back as she got one of her personal jars and a couple of glasses out. She tried not to sound too harsh, though; she couldn't exactly blame Wheezy for freaking out over this discovery. Especially since witches usually only summoned the dead to try to use them in some way, "Look. I can assure you, I had no nefarious intentions that night. But I can't explain if you start losin' your head. So sit down, have some moonshine, and listen with your ears and not your emotions. Kay?"

Shiny kept a straight look on her face as she offered one of the glasses to him, while Wheezy continued to glare at her for a moment... There was no sign of teasing or trickery that he could see, "..."

Finally, the ghoul just grabbed the jar- not the small glass she offered- from her hand and took a good swig out of that before silently making his way to her couch. He could hear her mumble, "I guess I deserve that." Behind him, and rummage for a separate jar before following him.

(Shhhh this is totally five paragraphs. Five plus one is still five in writers world XD)

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When your oh-so-beloved mayor looked at you like you just sprouted two heads, it took everything in you not to smack him upside the head when he asked innocently, "What? What'd I say, darlin'?"

"What did you- George, why would it make any difference if that poor sheep was a 'girlie'!?" You exclaimed in a huff. You've been a citizen of this town for literal centuries, witnessed many horrific jubilees all these years, yet this was possibly the most disturbing thing you've heard in a long while. Next to finding out what Harper kept under his bed, "Lester should be kept away from all our animals! No matter if they're boys or girls!"

"Hey! I ain't hurtin' Jezebel! I wouldn't even dream of it!" Lester insisted, and you couldn't help the pursing of your lips and the roll of your eyes as you slowly look towards your sweethearts' unfortunate son.

"Lester, you're the accused. Not the lawyer. You don't get to make any objections." Lester just stared at you slack jawed, looking like he was struggling to wrap his head around what you said. When he and neither of his brothers- who had just been standing back watching this shit show go down- didn't say anything, you turned back to Buckman, "Now-"

"Well, can I be my own lawyer?" And at that, you just threw your hands up and stormed off to help Boone in the kitchen. Honestly, you were this close to joining the northerners. They have made some pretty good points over the years...

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Poppy's eyes were wide as she stared back up at the fellow toon- The Evil Queen! Was shopping at her store!? And she knew insignificant her!? If this was a dream, she didn't want to be woken up! Realizing she was just staring, the rabbit shook her head and hoped to god that her stutter wouldn't rear its ugly head now of all times, "Y-You are? You're a f-fan of mi- my work?? I... Wow! I-I have no idea wh-what to say! Th-Thank you so much Miss Grim- I mean my lady!"

... She must have sounded so stupid to the Queen. But if she did, the woman made no indication of that. In fact she- oh lord, was that a smirk?? She felt like she was going to faint! "There's no need for formalities. Now, would you care to assist me? I haven't been to this shop before."

Ok. If she was shot dead right now, Poppy could die happy. Grimhilde wanted her help??? "Y-Yes! I-I'm more than happy to a-assist my la- Miss Grimhilde! You mentioned y-you wanted velvet, right?"

...

Poppy had no clue how she managed to hold herself together for so long- especially since Grimhilde wanted to enquire about her previous career! But once the queen left the store, she knew she couldn't go back to her station right away. She had to tap out, "Um... H-Hannah? Could you t-take over measurements for a moment? I-I need to... F-Fetch something from the back."

Thank the lord. Her coworker was willing to help. Though that knowing look really didn't make things any better. Nevertheless, Poppy rushed to the nearest door that led to the stock room, continued on until she reached a far corner where she was certain no one would hear her... And then let out all the excited squealing she had been holding back for so long, "She knows me!!!"

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You sighed as you remembered those last words from your love. The last time the two of you had spoken in a long time- if you can even call it that. You had been so enraged with Facilier that you just packed your things and left.

You couldn't believe him at first. How he took advantage of innocent people. How he trapped them to feed their souls to his friends in exchange for granting their wishes. Sometimes, in ways that they never even wanted in the first place. You knew he practiced voodoo. You knew he didn't much care for the higher class, and you did agree that they needed to be knocked down a few pegs- but not like this! Just how many lives did he ruin that had nothing to do with his position in life?

But... You miss him. Facilier wasn't just the love of your life. He was your friend. You two hadn't known each other all your lives, but you had been with each other through thick and thin within the comparatively short period you two were together. It felt like the two of you knew each other in ways nobody else on Earth could. You had let the shadow man in, and you couldn't push him out. No matter how hard you tried.

Which was what led to you here. Walking down the still familiar alleyway, passing by the still dead tree in the center of this hidden space in the city, knocking on the chipped purple door, and tearing up at the sight of your other half as he looked so shocked to see you, "Sweethe-... Y/N?"

"Hey there... Cher."

(What happens next? You decide~)

I hope you like these! I think this'll help a lot with the writers block. Thank you! ^^