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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Heartstopper

AN | What can I say? I’m a sucker for him. So here we are…we have some best friends to lovers goodness here! Enjoy🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 4k

Masterlist | Main

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“What are we doing Friday night?”

“I have a date on Friday.”

The two of you spoke at the same time, and you stared wide eyed at him while he chuckled nervously, drumming his fingers against the countertop. You rocked back and forth on your heels before taking a step back and creating a pointed distance between each other.

“But we…we always hang out on Friday nights,” the mixture of annoyance and sadness made you sound so whiny. Fucking pathetic. You scratched the back of your neck awkwardly as he seemed to look anywhere but your face, “I just…assumed. We’d said we’d go see that new movie.”

“Well, I mean, we - all of us were going to go,” he shrugged, his nonchalant tone making this even worse, “you’ll still have Robin, Nancy, Munson, the kids.”

“Yeah,” your breath caught in your throat as you just tried to play it off. There was no reason that he needed to know about the odd mixture of feelings settling low in your stomach, “of course.”

“You understand, right?” his eyes finally met yours, as the two of you looked at each other for a few long moments. His gaze was piercing and you felt like he could see right through you, “it’s just that Allie asked me and I figured…why not, ya know? No reason not to.”

“Allie,” you repeated the name as your stomach churned and you felt like you could throw up. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Allie; she’d always been nice, kind, funny, pretty, all of it. She was a perfect little package. That was the worst part - you couldn’t even dislike her. Or blame him for saying yes. But the feeling it brought up was…strange, “wow. Yeah, no, totally. I-I’m sure that’ll be great.”

“You don’t like her?” he raised an eyebrow as you fervently shook your head, feeling your face flush with warmth, “what’s up with you-”

“I like Allie! She’s…great,” you insisted, your voice pitching up several octaves and making you sound like you were seconds away from crying. You were, “she’s, ugh, great.”

“Are you…okay?” he asked and you just nodded, giving him a tight lipped smile that felt as fake as it probably looked. He was going to see right through you. He was going to know…fuck. You were jealous. Plain and simple. You were jealous of Allie getting to go on a date with Steve, potentially kissing him, potentially fu- no. You were definitely not going to picture that, “babe-”

“You know, I’m late,” you lied as you pointed to your watch before stumbling your way to the door, “I’ve got umm…that thing. I’ll see you around Stevie.”

You ran out the door and over to your car without casting another look back towards Family Video. You were breathless, your chest in pain from a combination of the wild beating of your heart and that stupid, dumb feeling of heartache.

What had you expected? You’d never made a move, neither asked once asked him on a date date, never let him know you truly left. You couldn’t blame him for being in the dark about your feelings. Steve was allowed to go on dates, he was a free man. Hell, you’d already had feelings for him when he was dating Nancy and you hadn’t felt like this. Nancy was your friend, and while you had been jealous, you were happy, even if it meant your own heart breaking. If Steve was happy and Nancy was happy, that was all that mattered. But you’d been secretly overjoyed when they’d broken up. And yet still hadn’t made your move. It really shouldn’t have been a surprise that he was going on dates again.

“Fuck,” you groaned at yourself as you hit the steering wheel. The stinging pain spread throughout your hand immediately and only made everything worse. Warm tears had pearled up and run down your cheeks before you knew it, causing you to cry loudly, “fuck, fuck, fuck!”

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“That was…something,” Robin stepped out of the back, a twizzler in her hanging from her mouth as she raised her eyebrows, “and by something I mean painful. That hurt me and I wasn’t even involved.”

“What are you talking about?” sure, it had been…something but Steve hadn’t quite put all the pieces together yet, “she must be feeling…off or something. She gets weird sometimes, I dunno.”

“Steve, you just broke her fucking heart,” she groaned as she shoved his shoulder, causing him to make a small sound of protest. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, unable to find the right words, “did you not…get that?”

“It’s just one Friday night,” he shrugged it off and turned to organize some of the rental returns. She grabbed his arm and shook her head. She really liked Steve, but damn, he was stupid sometimes, “there’ll be plenty of others…”

“You don’t get it, do you?” She was incredulous at how he didn’t realize that you were in love with him and the fact that he didn’t understand that he was in love with you too. She muttered something under breath that sounded a lot like complete idiots before throwing the last of her twizzler away, “Steve. She was jealous. Of your date. With Allie.”

“Oh,” he said as he nodded but then what she had said hit him all at once, “oh? Why would she be jealous? She’s my best friend.”

“You really don’t get it, do you? How can you be so blind?” she was laughing, both at how annoyed she was by both of you and how utterly sorry she felt that you both were foolish, “Steve. She’s jealous because she’s your best friend. Because she doesn’t want to be just your best friend.”

“Robin, just say what you’re getting at,” he ran a hand through his hair, mussing it even further than it already had been. How was she even friends with a fool like this?

“She’s in love with you,” she reached over and patted his cheek just as the door opened again and a new customer strolled in, “you’re such an idiot sometimes, Harrington.”

Robin left his side to greet the customer as he stood there, dumbfounded at her words. No. No. She had to be wrong. There was no way that you loved him. You loving Steve Harrington? The idea was almost laughable. You were the pretty, funny, smart girl and he was…your dumb but handsome other half. Oh. Oh. His other half. He’d always considered his other, and better half. You were the first thought on his mind in the morning, often at night, and so many other times of the day. You were the first person he turned to whether it was for something good or bad. Holy shit. You’d always been.

The revelation hit him like a ton of bricks as he paced around behind the counter. All those thoughts and feelings and everything…it had always been love. For you. Because he was in love with you. He thought back and realized he’d never once had the same intensity of feelings for Nancy. Even when he thought he was crushing on Robin, she hadn’t come close. Granted, he did love both of them, but he’d never loved someone like he loved you. Fuck. Steve Harrington was in love with you.

And Robin had said you were in love with him.

“No way,” he smacked himself on the forehead when he’d realized just how blind he was. To his own fucking feelings. And to yours. Maybe. If Robin turned out to be right. Which she sometimes was. But you…how could you love him? You were you and he was just…Steve, “fuck me.”

“Finally put it all together?” she called from across the store as he just waved her off, “took you long enough!”

If Robin was right, then he’d was sure he’d just royally screwed things up. He had to figure out how to fix it, if he could fix it…if you even wanted him to fix it.

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“Hey Eds,” you grinned as soon as you saw his mop of messy curls. You were waiting outside for the boys to finish their Hellfire session, sitting on the hood of your car as they ran out in excitement. You walked over and gave him a hug which he effortlessly reciprocated. You’d always liked him, falling into an easy friendship with him over the years. He was, surprisingly, one of the most reliable and present people in your life. Just like Steve. Fuck. Steve. You’d almost forgotten about him.

“Hey,” you liked his smile, it was all dimples and teeth and softness. It was a nice smile. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive. If anything, he was much more your type than Steve was, “what’s up? You’re looking at me all funny.”

“Do you wanna go out with me?” you asked softly as his eyebrows raised up in surprise.

“We hang out all the time…”

“Like a date,” you blurted out before shrugging your shoulders and looking away in embarrassment, “like a date with me and you. A, umm…date date?”

“Oh…kay,” he was grinning now, watching you in amusement. Eddie, despite what people often seemed to think, was a smart man. Plus, he also wasn’t blind. He knew you were Steve’s in all but name and that you had him wrapped around your finger as well. He did find you attractive and everything and sure, he knew if you hadn’t been so gone for Harrington, he might have asked you out too, “why are you asking me on a date?”

“I dunno,” you flailed your hands lightly, “just a thought. God, I made this awkward didn’t I? I seem to be doing that a lot lately. Sorry, Eds.”

“You’re fine,” he had a smug little grin on his face. He reached up and put a finger gently under your chin before turning your face up to his, “listen. I totally want to say yes, but I, being a man of superior morals, can’t say yes.”

“Eddie-”

“You’re attractive, you’re smart, you’re nice. Probably too good for any of us,” he insisted softly, “but I know you don’t like me like that.”

“You’re hot-”

“I know,” he grinned cheekily, “you’ve told me that many times after a few drinks when you weren’t trying to make out with me. But you know…there’s the whole…Harrington thing.”

“There’s no…there’s nothing with him,” you sighed as you grabbed his wrist, trying not to cry, “I’m just his friend.”

“For now.”

“For always,” you took his hand and held it tightly in yours, “he’s going out with Allie on Friday. And knowing how perfect and wonderful she is - I want to hate her but I can’t - Steve will fall for her in seconds. Or someone else. Just not…me.”

“You’re so blind,” he laughed, his shoulders shaking as he tried to calm himself down. When you looked at him in confusion, clearly not following what he was getting at, he stopped, “wait. You really don’t…you don’t know Harrington’s in love with you?”

“I - what?” you looked at him with such wide, worried eyes that he immediately grew serious, “Steve’s not in love with me, Eds. Don’t joke about it when you know how I feel about him.”

“You think - you think I’m joking,” he scrubbed a tired, ringed hand over his face as he shook his, “everyone knows, but you apparently.”

“Eddie.”

“Listen,” he held up his hands to signal his innocence, “I’m just telling the truth. I would never lie to you. I-”

“Can we hurry this up?” Dustin shouted from the car as you both flipped him the bird, “there’s pizza at home!”

“You wanna grab dinner on Friday? We can ditch the kids after the movie and then talk,” he suggested as you nodded slightly. One of the kids honked the horn as you sighed heavily, “you better go before they lose it. See you Friday.”

“See you Friday,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek before turning around to the car, yelling at the trio in the backseat as you climbed into the driver’s seat.

Eddie waited there until you drove off, waving at the younger boys. He shook his head in amusement, laughing to himself, “oblivious idiots.”

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Even though your hot date consisted of a bunch of young teenagers, along with a too cozy couple in Jonathan and Nancy, and the chaotic duo of Robin and Eddie, you’d decided to dress up. You’d been feeling off all week, well aware of the reason why, but couldn’t shake yourself out of it. Sure, you could theoretically just have called Steve, gone to his house, or work to talk. But you found yourself doing the exact opposite. You’d ignored his calls, and whenever he stopped by your house, you pretended you weren’t home. At one point he’d climbed up to your window and tapped on it, but it was late enough to pretend you were asleep. So you did just that, thankful that you’d had the forethought to lock it for once.

Was it pretty and childish? Absolutely. But you weren’t ready to face him and have your heart broken. Because you were positive that as soon as you told him ‘hey, dumbass, I’m absolutely and irrevocably in love with you,’ he would laugh in your face and think you were joking. Your heart couldn’t handle that. Instead you broke your own heart by simply ignoring him.

So by dressing up, you figured that might lift your mood slightly. It did, and combined with spending time with your friends, you did feel a little better. Plus, the movie wasn’t as terrible as you’d thought it would be. All in all…okay.

Once you were all out of the theater, you nudged Eddie’s arm as you said your goodbyes to the rest of the group. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders without a second thought and started leading in the direction of the diner that you both loved. It was shitty, run down, and completely sketchy, but they had the best pancakes and milkshakes in Hawkins so it was worth the risk.

You were halfway there when you heard the shout of your name from across the street. You thought you’d imagined it until you heard Eddie’s name too. You stiffened as you both stopped and turned to look for the source of the voice. You already knew who it was long before you even saw him.

There stood Steve Harrington, hand in hand with Allie Miller, watching you with a scowl on his face. You heard Eddie giggle likely as you pinched his side and cast a small wave at Steve to placate him.

“Move,” you hissed at Eddie, nudging his hip with yours in a desperate attempt to get away from Steve. He took his sweet time, and of course, Steve and Allie had made it over to you within moments. Fuck. You were going to kill Munson for that later.

“Hey,” Steve’s eyes flicked between the two of you as you politely said hi to Allie, “what’s ugh…what’s going on here? Thought it was movie night?”

“The movie finished,” you shrugged and willed the ground to open and swallow you whole. You did not want to do this right now. Or ever. But life had a strange way of forcing its will upon you, “just grabbing dinner.”

“Just…the two of you?”

“Umm…yeah?” your whole was warm and you felt bad for Steve’s poor date. She had no clue what was going on, unlike the rest of you, “is there a problem, Steve? You’re the one that didn’t come out with all of us.”

“Are you on a date? Is that what this is? The two of you are going on a date together?”

“No-”

“Yes,” you insisted over Eddie’s soft no and you heard him sigh lightly. You knew he was trying to get you to tell Steve how you really felt. But you weren’t ready. You just…couldn’t, “yeah, we’re on a date so we’re just, umm…gonna go. Enjoy your evening.”

“Wait - you can’t just…”

“Is there a problem, Harrington?” Fuck, Eddie was mentally begging for the two of you just to get it over with. You were so close but both so damn stubborn. It was a quality that he loved in both of you normally, except right now.

“I…no,” he tried to keep his expression nonchalant, “not at all. The two of you want to date, that’s fine. Who am I to stop you?”

“Right, so we’re going now,” you tugged on Eddie’s hand and hurriedly pulled him away before anyone could say anything else. You sighed heavily as Eddie tutted at you, “don’t say a word, Munson.”

“It was the perfect opportunity,” he insisted, “he was practically staring me to death. He reeked of jealousy!”

“No,” you felt tears of both confusion and frustration well up in your eyes, “Eddie, can you please just drop it? Let’s just get dinner and forget this ever happened.”

“Y-yeah, sure,” he swallowed thickly and he suddenly felt horrible. All he wanted was his friends to get over whatever little game they had going and to finally confess their feelings. Fuck, he wasn’t into overly sentimental stuff, but even he was rooting for it to happen, “whatever you want, princess.”

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“Robin? Are you ready to go?” you walked into Family Video without a second thought as you’d promised to pick her up after work so the two of you could get snacks and have a movie marathon. It was a cold, rainy day and nothing sounded better than getting under a pile of blankets and eating to your heart’s delight. When you didn’t hear anything, you rapped your fingers across the counter, “Robin?”

You heard someone coming from the back but to your shock it wasn’t Robin.

It was Steve.

You panicked immediately, your heart racing as you contemplated just running out. He wasn’t supposed to be here, Robin had said he wouldn’t be. He was supposed to have the day off. But there he was…right in front of you with an unreadable expression etched onto his handsome features.

“Hi,” he said softly as he held up his hand in a small wave. You hated this, this awkward and foreign feeling hanging between the two of you, “Robin’s not here. She was off earlier.”

What the actual fuck. No way. There was no way…she’d planned this. She’d totally schemed to get this happen. You had no doubt Eddie had been right there with her.

“O-oh,” you looked at the floor, “she, umm, she told me she was off now. We were supposed to have a movie marathon, but ugh…I’ll go.”

“How’s Munson?” you looked up and met his eyes and found out that he’d almost closed the distance between you, leaving just enough space to be appropriate. Was he…could Eddie have been right? Was he jealous?

“Eddie’s good,” you nodded, “umm, we’re all hanging out again on Friday. Game night at Nancy and Mike’s. I dunno if you were planning on coming by or whatever now that you’ve got…what’s her name.”

“Allie,” he replied, although you were both well aware that you knew her name.

“Right,” you cleared your throat before moving towards the door, “I, umm…see you around. Maybe.”

You were out of the door and in the middle of the rain before he could say another word. The universe was definitely conspiring against you as the downpour increased on your trek across the parking lot. You’d go home and change and then kill Robin and Eddie. You hoped the two of them had enough sense to at least pretend to be sorry for this mess.

“Wait!” you heard Steve’s voice before you turned around and found him running towards you, “it’s raining too hard! You shouldn’t be driving right now.”

“I’ll be fine!” the two of you almost had to shout at each other over the sound of the pouring rain. Both of you were already drenched at this point, “go back inside, Stevie! You’re already soaking wet.”

“I’m not going out again with Allie!” When did he get so close? He was standing in front of you, only a small gap between your bodies as you found your heart beating rapidly, “are you going out again with Munson?”

“Steve,” he reached up and brushed a few wet, stray locks of hair gently out of your face. His fingertips ghosted against your jaw, “I wasn’t on a date with Eddie. I’m not dating him. We’re just friends.”

“Then why did you say you were on a date?” his face fell slightly as you just shook your head, already feeling the tears stinging at the back of your eyes.

“Why aren’t you seeing Allie again?”

“You know why!” a crack of thunder roared in the distance as you almost jumped into his arms, “you’ve always known why!”

“Stevie-”

“You’re the only person that’s ever been allowed to call me that,” he insisted, the corners of his mouth ticking up ever so slightly, “I hate when anyone else calls me that. I’ve always hated that nickname.”

“Why do you let me do it?”

“You know why,” he repeated as he leaned in closer and you found yourself doing the same. Even in the pouring rain you could smell his delicious cologne clinging to him, mixing in with the sweet scent of skin. It was intoxicating and all consuming, just like everything about Steve Harrington.

“Tell me,” you insisted softly, “please, I need to hear you say it. Why aren’t you seeing her again?”

“Because she’s not you,” his hands found the sides of your face as he gently cradled it in his large, warm hands, “why aren’t you dating Munson?”

“Because he’s not you,” you wrapped your fingers around his wrists and let out a shaky breath. When you allowed yourself to meet his eyes, you found him watching you with the same soft, dopey expression he always had for you. Oh. It was because…oh. He never looked at anyone else like that because -

“I’m in love with you,” his words rang out loud and clear against the pounding of the rain and crackles of thunder in the distance. Your mouth opened lightly in surprise and shock at actually hearing him say those words. You’d pictured this moment at least a thousand times in your head, but none of these scenarios were ever like this, “I-I feel like an idiot because I just realized that. I’ve always known, you but it never fully clicked until-”

“Robin and Eddie,” you finished for him as he nodded in agreement, “I don’t know whether I’m happy or mad at them right now!”

“Can I kiss you?” you knew the moment was coming but his softly spoken question still managed to make your heart beat wildly as you just looked at him with big doe eyes. You leaned in and closed the little bit of remaining distance, crashing your lips onto his. Steve was taken aback for just a moment, but quickly realized what was going on and kissed you back, pouring every single unspoken word into the kiss, trying to get you to understand just how he felt.

You both pulled back when you were breathless, grinning at each other like fools. He pressed his forehead against yours as a wistful little sigh escaped from your lips. Holy shit. You’d just kissed Steve Harrington. Your best friend, your biggest supporter, your…everything. He’d kissed you back. He wanted to kiss you. He was in love with you.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to top this moment,” he laughed, that easy sound reaching your ears. It had been too long since you’d heard that sound.

“What? You mean running after me and kissing me in the rain?” you teased as he touched your face and gently brushed his thumb over your cheek, “that’s pretty romantic, Harrington. You could always try though!”

“For you?” he leaned and pecked your lips a few more times, trying to memorize the touch and taste of your lips, “I’ll always try.”

A few flashes of lightning illuminated the sky, quickly followed by rumbling thunder, causing you to cling tightly onto him.

“Let’s get inside!” he insisted as laced his fingers through yours. You marveled at how perfectly your hands fit together, “you’re gonna get wet.”

“I think it’s a little late for that Stevie,” you grinned, “hey.”

“What?”

“I love you, Steve Harrington,” his face practically lit up at your words and that alone made everything worth it, “even if you are an idiot sometimes. You’re my idiot!”

“I love you,” he promised, “you’re my girl.”

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deathsimage · 1 year

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Awakening (part 3)

Ghost x Reader (18+ / NSFW)

Part 2: here

Description: essentially Ghost obviously hasn’t been intimate with anyone for a long time, until now. With you. You awaken a beast in him, practically turning him into a hungry alpha that can’t keep his mind off of you.

Content: cock warming, piss kink, fingering, over stimulation, squirting

Note: this is by far the nastiest part so get your pearls to clutch (last part btw)

Grasping a glass of bourbon in his hand with his mask pushed up just above his nose to toss back the burning liquid down his throat to extinguish the fury in him; but it wasn’t working.

You knock on his door, only hearing silence. He’s ignoring whoever is at the door, assuming you, Soap, or Price. You just knock harder, practically beating on the door. “Simon! I know you’re in there! Talk to me!” Still nothing. Thankfully you’re trained in breaching so you just kick the door open since it was locked. Obviously surprised, Simon turns to see you, silently staring at you.

“Simon what the hell was that?” You slam the door shut behind you. He’s still silent. You walk up to him and punch him in the chest. “Simon talk to me!”

He glares down at you, completely unfazed by the hit to his chest. “you didn’t hear what they said..”

“So? You’ve never cared what people say before”

“It was about you.”

“So? I don’t care.”

“I do!” He snapped

“..why?”

“No one talks about my girl.”

Silence..

You smirk up at him “..your girl?” You say as you step up closer to him, placing your hands on his chest.

His chest is rising and falling with deep annoyed breaths, but within a second his glass of whiskey is thrown to the floor and his hand is around your throat, his foot sweeping your feet from under you in one swift motion, pinning you back against the couch. His mask is moved up just above his nose from where he was drinking, now only inches away from your face.

“Yes. Mine.” He practically growled, causing you to shiver

“Yeah…yours.” You look up at him with longing, waiting for him to kiss you. “I’m all yours Simon..you can have me.”

His lips finally crash into yours, his hand leaving your throat to help the other hand working on your pants to get them off. Within a few minutes the only sound to be heard is the squelching of your pussy against his fingers as his two middle fingers slam into your cunt. “Your pussy belongs to me. Understand?” He growled

“Yes Simon!” You’re practically shaking, back arching off the couch as he holds your chest down with the other hand, his hips between your legs to keep them open while he fingers you relentlessly.

“uh uh. Yes, what?”

“Yes sir! My pussy is yours Lieutenant!”

“That’s my good girl”

The sensation of his palm smashing against your clit every time his fingers slammed back into you made stars spark in your blurred vision. Your toes curled as your legs were forced open by his hips that your knees were bent over. Back arching up off of the couch, your nails dig into the skin of his biceps as your body shakes, high pitched whimpers coming from your lips as you feel yourself reach your orgasm.

He’s chuckling, looking down at his hand that’s glistening even more than it would be normally from just the slick of your cum. Your brain isn’t processing what happened yet, your mind still foggy from the world shattering orgasm you were coming down from.

“Simon?..” you say breathlessly, confused as to why he’s chuckling. Does he find your dumb fucked state cute or someth- oh..oh, you feel it now.

“tt, tt, tt.” He clicks his tongue as he shakes his head “such a bad girl, squirting all over daddy’s couch and even my jeans.”

You- you squirted on him.

You feel your face heat up with embarrassment until his fingers leave your pussy, making you whimper at the empty sensation. Watching him lick his hand clean like he was savoring the most heavenly taste to ever touch his tastebuds, made you blush even harder if it was possible.

“Im sorry sir..” you whisper

He chuckles and looks down at you until he realizes you’re actually embarrassed. “Oh baby doll, no it’s perfectly okay. In fact, I love it.” He gets up off of the couch, kneeling down and pulling your hips to him, pulling your legs open to lick up between your folds, slurping up all of your juices. This made you yelp at the overstimulation, and just from the pure lewdness of the sound from his lips and tongue attached to your soaking pussy.

“Such a good girl for me..” he says as he gets up, lightly tapping the inside of your thigh. “But you still threw a punch at your superior officer. So, in the floor, on your knees. Now.” he commanded, his erection obviously painfully pressed against the zipper of his jeans.

He won’t let you put your panties back on or go clean up, he loves the sight of you like this, especially knowing it’s from him just makes him higher than any drug ever could.

You’re on your knees in front of him with his cock in your mouth, your cheek laying on his thigh as he just watches tv. It’s been an hour or so of him just making you hold his cock in your mouth, not allowing you to do anything else or he yanks your hair and lightly slaps your cheek. He stretches his arms and he groans, looking down at you as he moves to grab the back of your neck. “Sorry love..but I gotta piss.” You start to pull yourself off of him so he can go to the bathroom but his grip tightens, making you look up at him confused with your mouth still stuffed with his cock.

“I didn’t say you could move.”

Your eyes widen, a deep blush on your cheeks as you know where this is going, but the little purr you give against his cock gives him the green light. Letting himself release inside of your mouth, the liquid draining and dripping from your mouth that’s suctioned around his cock, running down the base of his cock and down his balls. Your eyes watered a bit at your mouth and throat being so full, but your eyes fluttered up to his, his palm pressing against your cheek. He lets out a small moan at the sight, wishing he had recorded it to save it forever, but that’s okay, because this wouldn’t be the last time. He exhales deeply at the release, his palm resting on your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing over the soft skin.

“Good girl..you can get up now. Let’s go clean up. You’ve earned it.”

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justasussybitch · 1 month

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Picturing LFL au where Luke did manage to escape with Shiera that day. Imagining Luke offering to inter Aemond on driftmark rather then have him killed.

Everyone thinking it’s some weird guilt thing or a devotion to the seven he must’ve found in captivity (obviously no one knows the extent and assumes most rumours spread by mushroom are obviously false (side note George making the drunken lecher having more truths versus the oh so pious Septon Eustace is something I can 100% see)).

Luke just enjoys having the say of whatever Aemond eats or wears. The fact that he’s the only person who can decide if the terror of the riverlands lives or dies is something he probably thinks of whenever he’s having some trouble with sexual intimacy ( though no one would know about the extent to his occasional internal struggles with his past not even Rhaena). anytime he remembers his abuse that’s only been shared with (maybe Rhaena??) ,Jace or Daemon (who would have a bit more of an idea of war time practices in Westeros) he remembers that he has Aemond in his hands not the other way around.

Balancing never seeming weak again and being this loving brother/son/heir that once came so easy to him. Then him and Rhaena having her six daughters like canon (for Rhaena) and him making the eldest heir like he fought for but always in the back of his mind that men are not safe from other men in war time but especially not women. Just whole other bucket of trauma for him to deal with. Especially after he started praying to primarily female deity figures during his own s/a and captivity.

Probably spoilers if anyone has ever read my own fic but I quite enjoy Luke claiming Cannibal trope (now a trope, at the time I started publishing my fic in October 2022 there was crumbs to eat but thankfully we’re feasting now as lucemonders!!). Arrax being this pearlescent dragon who was swift and growing every year symbolising Luke himself growing from this unsure boy into someday maybe someone more sure of himself then claiming cannibal a dragon rumoured to be strange enough to devour its own kind, pitch black and monsterously older than the Iron throne itself. Just a very silly and lazy way for me to bring this visual of loss of innocence tho I defend myself in my mind that GRRM probs wanted Arrax to evoke that when he made him Pearl white with golden chest to die when he was 13 along with Luke.

Not even getting into the fun interactions with Aemond. Maybe Luke is still keeping this love act up for some fucked reason in his head and has Aemond convinced he’s alive out of love. Or if history changes yet again and Aemond has the injuries of Rooks Rest instead of Aegon (like the rumours his dick broke) after the war kicks off later, how Luke would manipulate his way into topping him (the thing he’ll think will “cure him” of his nightmares and traumas. Not how that works bookie but I understand even being raised by a polycule in this time would not save him from the patriarchys nonsense lol)

Even better him visiting winterfell with Jace and stumbling upon his brother and Cregan and watching their interactions (Cregans fucking Jace’s “cunt” and still sees him as a man??? Talks about loving Jace’s cock despite being the “man” in their relationship) just completely breaking apart his ideas of what he’s internalised m/m relationships being.

I wouldn’t change a thing of LFLEFE of course, it’s perfection. it’s always fun to read someone’s work and wonder of the “what ifs” (which is what I do between chapters of fanfiction too as you’ve seen from my delirious asks before lol) and how the characters would shift and change when the butterflies wings change to a different direction.

At that point in the story Aemond has already planted this cruelty in Luke (not in general, we see him freely empathise with people even when not knowing them like the servants entering the chambers after shieras death) that Luke has to foster against Aemond in his mind to survive the ordeal. It’s a coping mechanism for him that allows him to continue the charade. The satisfaction of tricking Aemond is probably what kept him alive through much of the uncertainty.

A scene of the new show Mary & George where the main character who usually tops bottoming with his enemy after (falsely) professing love just to fuck with his mind and get one final “I’m the one who won here. Go fuck yourself” literally gave me this vibe and I don’t know where it could possible fit in this “au” lol. Luke taking back his own asshole in a way idk that’s so silly hahah

Luke taking his own feelings of self loathing and low self esteem and sharpening them into a weapon to use against Aemond? Art, chefs kiss!

Sorry this got so long I was inbetween tasks and kept forgetting how long it was 🤣

some very mild spoilers for the themes/arcs i have planned for the series

a friend had already recommended Mary & George to me, but this definitely confirms i need to watch it also, 100% get it. i constantly have to restrain myself from writing canon divergence fic of my canon divergence fic. to the point that, if i do manage to finish the series in a reasonable time frame, i may very well cave and do just that. (personally, i like to think that if Shiera lived, she would have become a sailor). tbh if anyone, for whatever reason, wrote a 'what if' fic based on any fic of mine... well, i think that's kind of the highest honour a fic writer could receive, isn't it? so it's a practice i fully endorse.

westerosi gender is 100% something i want to explore/am exploring in this series. especially in relation to sexual violence being so gendered in the setting, to the point that being raped is almost feminising in the eyes of many of the characters. lfleye!Luke 100% identifies as and will continue to identify as a man in the series. but his experiences now means he identifies *with* women far more. as you've noted, Luke is a very empathetic character. while not many characters will acknowledge it in-universe, Luke is extremely strong as a character, and thats proven with how his experiences have increased his empathy rather than diminished it. it's so tempting to be 'strong' after being 'weak' by inflicting abuse on others and exploiting whatever societal power you have, especially in a setting like Westeros. but a really big part of Luke's arc is going to be to a refusal to do that, and to continue to identify with the abused (women, lowborn, etc). (some of my interest in Theon as a character actually comes from a similar place)

this is a roundabout way to say that, yes, if he had six daughters he would be Stressed. but those six daughters would be very, very lucky.

at the same time. lucemond in this series is Toxic. with a capital T. and i'm not going to let Aemond have all the fun with that. if Luke ended up in the role of captor, it would be delicious. because he would 100% find comfort and satisfaction in asserting control over Aemond, even as he felt shame for it. or, alternatively, felt shame for *not* feeling shame for it.

and oh. oh boy. Luke being confronted with an actual heathy (for hotd) m/m relationship, not just in the abstract of Laenor but in the this-is-happening-right-now-in-front-of-me of his brother, would also be an experience for him. probably one he needs. in general, Luke is definitely going to try and get a better understanding of sexuality, and his sexuality specifically, in the next fic. whether he succeeds...

and Cannibal!!!! gods, i adore Cannibal. i do remember him being kind of unpopular, at least among some of the more active fan creators, but i saw this analysis about how he represents the dance--black scales, green eyes, eats his own kind, disappears at the end--and i've been obsessed ever since. he's definitely going to make an appearance so he can bring that symbolism (amongst others) to the table, whether Luke claims him or not. (i decided in 2022 whether Luke was going to claim a second dragon or not, and if yes then who, and while it is foreshadowed in the fic, and in some of the comments, i'll at least pretend i'm maintaining the mystery). what's the name of your fic? bc i would love to read some Luke & Cannibal.

#asks #tft #lflefe #efelfl

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swagferret · 3 months

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so i've been seeing a whole bunch of you guys make theory posts about who the new Hermits for season 10 might be, and i'm gonna pitch a wildcard, crackpot last-minute theory to you guys:

what if one of the new hermits is WaxFraud or InfiniteDrift?

hear me out.

so we know that there's a good chance that one or both of the new hermits is not well-connected or close friends with the main hermitcraft squad because Doc has said that he doesn't know them super well, but that the new members are ALSO close enough to the hermits' friend circles that Jimmy Solidarity knows who they are and is excited about them.

now obviously, this could be a streamer we already think of as hermit-adjacent, like Joel Smallishbeans or Skizzleman. but what really got me thinking was someone suggesting AdieCraft as a potential new hermit. why did Adie pique my interest? because I skimmed his youtube and realized that he was part of the Legacy SMP.

if you don't know, Legacy was a smaller survival server that several current Hermits and their wider friend groups were involved in a few years ago. Jimmy, Pearl, Gem, Skizz, fWhip, MythicalSausage, and ZloyXP were all Legacy members (aka Legates) at one point.

Most of the big mcytbers left Legacy by the end of season 2 for different servers like X-Life, but Legacy SMP ran for three seasons, and notably, Adie and Zloy stayed Legates on season 3. Legacy season 3 also added a bunch of new streamers, INCLUDING WAXFRAUD.

So there is a record of WaxFraud collaborating with big Hermitcraft-adjacent people and it's not impossible that the hermits have been interested in adding him; Wax is an extremely skilled hardcore builder, after all. I've also caught Eret liking posts I've made on here talking about Wax's content, and even though Eret isn't a hermit herself, she is a builder who knows a lot of well-connected mcytbers. This could mean that WaxFraud is much better known than we think in the upper circles of MCYT.

But Ferret, you may be asking, what about InfiniteDrift? Why do you think she's a potential new hermit?

Well for starters, Drift and Wax are friends. They were both members of the One Shot SMP, and they were also both members of the Bloodlines SMP alongside THREE MORE former Legacy members: Brookella, Sevaris, and Mr. Beardstone. Drift has also been very open about being a fan of Hermitcraft, much like Gem was before joining. Drift also applied for MCC Rising 2 with some of the other Bloodlines members, so we can assume that Scott Smajor has heard of her, at the very least.

Is this copium? Probably. But there's still a non-zero chance that the Hermits know who WaxFraud is, and there's also a non-zero chance that they know who Drift is. Which means there's the slightest of slight chances...

You never know! ^_^

#blah #hermitcraft #hermitcraft s10 #hermitcraft new members #hermitcraft theory #waxfraud #infinitedrift

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presidentbungus · 9 months

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Marcel has a way of getting things done, no matter what anyone else really wants to do about it. Tavish isn’t all too sure how he ended up here, one of two seated on a luxury private jet, chugging a steady stream of cocktails he’s already forgetting the prissy names of, using up vacation days he hasn’t had since the lawsuit, but every time he looks up at Marcel sitting across from him and slowly poring through a pile of travel magazines it just makes sense.

And well he knew what he was getting himself into in the first place—you can’t really trust a lad with a watch collection, who fancies sunglasses indoors as a slick and appropriate fashion choice, to not want to spring a trip to somewhere stiff and wealthy at nowhere, equator at every feasible opportunity.

What he lacks in natural cuteness the man makes up for in the strange ability to make anything and everything sound like the most important, life-changing thing you’ve ever considered doing. Not to mention all the well I’ll just go on my own, Tavish, another lonely soul adrift in the whirlpool of solitude, Tavish, and you can stay here and keep working since I know that’s more important to you than anything else, anything at all. And so, curse his natural susceptibility to guilt, Tavish found himself here about an hour later, since all his things were conveniently already arranged in a suitcase on his bed. What a surprise.

Something about dating the French. Marcel looks up at him, and slowly outstretches one expertly fitted leather glove across the aisle, sets it down on his hand, and says: "Tavish, mon beau. Look at this."

And then an awkward shuffling-around of the magazine he's holding with only one hand, until Tavish can see a limp page advertising--well, he assumes it's advertising some sort of spa getaway, using a lot of words he doesn't really recognize, and a completely unrelated picture underneath of dolphins turning in the waves. "The Pacific Pearl package," another pertinent tap at a flowery subsection, "one of the highest-reviewed couple's massage experiences on the continent."

'Highest reviewed'. Tavish knows he's talking it up but on the off-chance he's not he decides it's not worth the risk of breaking his poor wee heart. "Mmm. Wow," sucking down something green out of a cocktail glass. Tastes like watermelon. "That sounds great."

And here Marcel's eyebrows pitch just a little bit and oh, here it comes. "Of course, we would have to give up bungee-jumping if we wanted to slot this into the schedule--"

"Nope. Good try." There it is. "Bungee-jumping is non-bloody-negotiable." Tavish sets his glass down on the table so he can point accusingly, since Marcel's still rubbing treacherous circles into his other hand. "You gave me two… experiences to plan," god he hates that word, "and by god, we're stickin' by 'em. And that also goes for--"

"Scuba diving. I'm aware." Marcel wilts, just a little. "With the sharks. And the jellyfish. And the--"

"Anemone, killer minnows, flesh-eating sandskippers, vicious brain-melting amoebas, I know, Marce."

"You need to relax, mon coeur. Not… get your adrenaline pumping out in the wild. That's all I'm getting at."

Tavish sighs. "I can relax and have a little fun repeatedly jumping off cliffs, those two things aren't mutually bloody exclusive. And you," he says, triumphantly, "you gotta live a little. I can't be the only fun one in this relationship. It's stiflin' me growth as a person."

"I'm fun." Marcel rears back, maybe genuinely offended, though of course you can never tell with him. "I'm very fun."

"Well let's prove it, then."

Marcel opens his mouth, and then it flops shut and he leans back against the seat, pulling his hand back and crossing his arms.

It might be a bad time, but Tavish quietly adds: "Thoughts on parasailing?"

"You're on thin ice."

"Understood."

#this fic is going to be finished with 2 more parts and im going to post it on ao3. i swear. it's going to happen. i swear #i have if i dont post writing ill explode disease theres no cure. except post writing #ive been writing so much recently but the probelm is i have not been writing so much of like 1 individual fic it's been 12 different ones #tf2 spy #tf2 demoman #demospy #bomb voyage #i think thats their ship name #tf2 #bungus snippets #if anyone wants to beta read for me or at least be my noble cheerleader who yells at me to get to writing please reach out. i would kiss yo

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dclovesdanny · 4 months

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Y’all are giving me so much serotonin so here’s another prompt.

I want the dynamic of Ellie treating Vlad like a sperm donor, phantom as a dad, and Danny like a step dad. Like she calls Vlad her father and openly hates him, calls phantom her daddy and gushes about him all the time, and Danny as her papa, and gifts him a T-shirt that says ‘I’m not just her step dad, I’m the dad who stepped up’(you know those shirts)

This all continues after they find out Danny is Bruce’s bio kid(I’m going he was a friends baby, and they asked the fentons to take care of him) The entire Wayne family had witnessed this dynamic.

This cultivates into Alfred asking Danny to bring phantom and Ellie for family dinner.

#dc x dp #misunderstanding #funny #prank #Ellie #assumed pitch pearl #Danny Wayne

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roryintheir90s · 4 months

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*rubs my hands together evilly* the au I planned out is a mirror birds one, where Martyn is in empires season one. I haven't done much with it until....today lol

It starts when Martyn, who's literally just some guy, washes up on the shore of the Codlands. A few cod children find him, and they take him to Jimmy, who immediately starts nursing him back to health.

Martyn can't really remember how or why he ended up there, but he assumes his ship crashed. So he stays with Jimmy, who is more than happy to have him there. They think he's form Mythland or the Grimlands, since he has some instinctual prejudice against the cod (that Martyn gets over quickly)

They grow close enough for Jimmy to bring Martyn around to the meetings, and everyone can see how head over heels they are for each other <3. Martyn also becomes good friends with Pearl and a few others. Lizzie and Joel love having him around and give him their seal of approval/the shovel talk. Oh and Sausage seems ro recognize him...for some reason...>:]. Maybe Martyn wasn't on that boat for any good reason....

He and Jimmy start dating like....halfway thru the season <3 and martyn won't leave him, even when sausage talks to him and jogs his memory (spoliers it is Not Good). They love each other too much for that <33

Talking about it has made me excited to write ahhh

Dude, I have like the biggest grin ob my face rn bc of this. If you're going to write it I am so gonna fangirl over it.

Especially since the start of it all gives me huge little mermaid vibes <3

Oh oh, something I can pitch up to you a little, which ofc u don't need to include, but imagine if you added some cultural differences between the two, making them learn more about eachother that way

#any askers???#hollowwish

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bo-bo-bean · 11 months

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Memory Cluster

It hurt.

That’s all Flippy could describe at that moment. He remembered cheering on his neighbor and best friend in a swimming race. He was destined to be the loudest to cheer when he won.

He did find it weird his legs were red, but maybe it was his swimming suit.

Waving the flag, he give his biggest smile to Lumpy. Lumpy put his goggles on and then a gunshot was heard. He remembered it well for some reason. It sounded so familiar, as if he heard it just earlier that day. Then… it went dark.

He didn’t know how long he would have seen the pitch black in his vision, but something happened unfortunate occurred.

A pain so indescribable through his stomach. Something burst from his back and all the way out his belly. His nerves were telling him over and over on how much pain he was in. He assumed it was a pole or something, given that what went through him was thick, cold and hard to the touch. His intestines started to rummage inside him as his body fought back nausea with great intensity.

Was he moving? He could feel some of his insides start to slip out through his back as the blood was beginning to pool through his fingers, down his arms and sleeves, up across his chest, surrounding his neck like a scarf, down his legs, between his toes. Blood everywhere… The metallic smell of it made his now destroyed stomach churn.

Before long, he felt his body shoot down the pole like object, his intestines clinging to it and being forced out. His body became lighter, more chill, more numb… then the true darkness settled in. Finally the pain was gone, but he wished he knew what happened. Or he would… if he wasn’t dead.

“Flippy!”

Something shook his body with a worried pace. Another person seemingly grabbed his ear and shouted in it.

“Flippy, ami!”

He gasped, his eyes opening. On instinct, he put his hands over his stomach but… it was just his fur and flesh. No guts, no foreign object, no pain.

“... what…?” he wheezed. His fur was riddled with sweat, skin clammy and cold, hands shaking. Was he in the hospital? How? How could he survive such a horrible feeling? Eyes darting around, he took in his surroundings slowly. A tent, it seemingly filled with other people in war uniforms in beds all around him. They had no limbs or missing facial features, some having a bloodied blanket covering them. It all seemed… familiar.

The smell was full of death and dirt, the sound of gun shots and screams being heard. Usually, he would lose himself and most of his senses at the sound, but there was no reaction. There was however a response to his death he encountered that he felt he was part of. Even if he was alive and seemingly well, there was still a lingering sensation tugging at his insides.

Pushing someone aside, he fell to the ground, coughing three times before he puked all over the dirt and grass. He felt someone rub his back.

“Get it all out…” they said softly.

His neck felt strained as he took those orders, coughing until he vomited more. Once there was nothing left in his system, he sputtered and panted, trying to get in some air. The person who patted his back stopped and he saw a weathered canteen in front of his vision. Greedily, he took it, poured some water in his mouth, sloshed it around and spat it out before going in for a sip to swallow.

“Are you okay?” a second voice asked. They were the same voice who shouted in his ear.

“Y-yeah,” he nodded, staying on his hands and knees. “I think so…”

“Jesus, you had us scared…”

They both helped him up, Flippy now looking up to see who assisted him. However… he instantly felt as if he would puke again, scream, and faint all in that order. Seeing this, the two put him back on the bed. “You’re pale as pearls…! Don’t you remember us?”

“Monsieur, you look as if you see a ghost…”

“It’s us… Sneaky and Mouse KaBoom.”

He couldn’t believe his ears. His eyes, they can trick him, but his own ears? They wouldn’t lie to him. They’ve been trained to hear the smallest of noises. Now he knew they were both telling the truth.

“... no,” he shook his head. “No… it cant’ be… it… can’t…”

The chameleon started to look worried, taking the seat next to him.

“Heh, you must’ve hit your head really hard.”

“Are you having more nausea?” Mouse asked, noticing Flippy clutching his stomach.

“Y-yeah let’s not entice it,” Sneaky offered, taking his hand gently. He put Flippy’s hand to his side. “You okay?”

He wanted to pass out. Wake up and be back to… wherever he was. Where was he before? He only knew where he is now; he was back in the war. Back before the operation that changed his life forever, that caused so many blackouts, waking up to massacres. That’s ALL he remembered; the blood and organs flying on blacktops and parking lots as if they were only graffiti. Him showering with a widened drain to clean off the bits of brain, watching the water at his feet turn red. But all of those visions seem to fade more and more until he could barely even think of the faces, if they had any.

Noticing their reaction to his silence, he took a deep breath in to get his heart beating again. Should he tell them? Or was it a bad dream? A horrifying, terrible, awful bad dream. No, a dream shouldn’t last that long and have faces that came again and again.

“How long was I out?” he decided to inquire.

“Just an hour,” Sneaky answered. “You ran into a snare trap and smacked your head on a tree.”

“There’s a bump right here,” Mouse told him, touching a spot on the back of his head. He winced at it being touched, then he heard a smack.

“Don’t touch it!” Sneaky chastised.

“It can’t just be an hour…” he whimpered. “That was so much longer than an hour… It had to be a coma…! Or an awful memory, but… it’s impossible because you’re right here… That… you are here. You’re right next to me, not… what happened…?”

“You’re… not making any sense,” Mouse hesitantly stated the obvious.

“Had a bad dream?” Sneaky wondered.

“Heh, I remember having those… aaahh mémoires…”

“I don’t even know if I can even call it a bad dream,” he shook his head. “It’s more like a nightmare of… something. I just remember-”

“Sneaky! Mouse KaBoom!” a voice boomed. The tent flap opened, revealing a rhino commander. He walked in, Sneaky and Mouse standing up and saluting.

“Sir!” they both greeted.

“How’s Private Flippy?”

“Private…?” The rank brought fear for some reason. Something about that word made his blood run cold, but what could it be?

“I think he’s having some memory issues, sir,” Mouse explained. “He woke up, puked and when he heard our names, he turned pale.”

“He was also clutching his stomach an awful lot.”

The rhino nodded. “At ease,” he commanded. They took their seats next to each side of the bear as he bent down in front of Flippy. “What is your name?”

“P… private… Flippy,” he answered. He glanced over to his shoulders, seeing one arrow, not three. … why would he expect three? He wasn’t a commander, was he?

“Where are you?”

Flippy was stuck on that one. He glanced around, seeing the beds, a shelf of medical supplies, medics rushing back and forth, carrying various tools or limbs.

“I think a medical tent.”

“You ARE in a medical tent,” he nodded. “Who are these two by you?”

“Sneaky and… Mouse KaBoom,” he looked at the two on either side.

“Good. And what war are we in?”

“War…?” his eyes widened in shock. Why was that so disturbing? Why did he feel absolute fear? Was he new? No… if he was new, he wouldn’t be a private, but a rookie. That meant he passed training.

“Yes,” he slowly said. “You’re in a war; the Tree Town Battle. Jesus, you weren’t kidding when you said he became pale.” He felt his forehead. “... well you’re cold. I suggest you have bed rest until tomorrow, I’ll ask you the same questions again. Sneaky, get some extra rations and water. Mouse, keep an eye on him.”

“Yes, sir,” they answered in unison.

Sneaky and the rhino went out as Mouse propped up Flippy’s legs on the cot.

“Aaand… there. You… look pretty terrible,” he chuckled. When he didn’t laugh back, he frowned and hopped up on the end. “What’s going on in your head?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I think I’m trying to put the pieces together, but none of them fit or they change entirely.”

“Well explain it to me,” he offered.

“I… don’t think I can…” his ears flattened. “Even if I could, I don’t even know if I want to hear myself say it.”

“Just try,” he urged. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

“Heh… famous last words,” he grinned a little. Seeing his humor staying, Mouse beamed back and then gave a stance to show he was listening. “... I feel like I woke up from a coma. I think I was doing… something. Maybe important, but then it all went black. I got this intense pain in my stomach, like my insides being pulled out slowly, but I didn’t see anything. But… there was something before…”

“Something?” he wondered.

“Well… a lot of things,” Flippy admitted. “But what was weird was you two… I feel like you two shouldn’t be here.”

“Very rude, continue,” he humored.

“I think… you should be dead.”

That made the rodent silent. He stared at Flippy and then scooted back from him a bit, reaching in his pocket. “N-no no! It’s not a threat. I had a dream you guys… died, I think.”

“Aah I see,” he sighed out, relieved. “So, do you remember how I died?”

Flippy scoured his mind, trying to remember. There was a reason why they died… There was a knife… a pizza for some reason… he threw the knife… didn’t he? No, he didn’t, not at first. The second time, he did… but at…

“Sneaky…” his eyes were now pin stricken pupils.

“... Sneaky killed me?” he crossed his arms. “If this is because I stole his rations, that is not fair.”

“No, he didn’t… I think…there was pizza and… a knife?” he looked at his paws. They were clean, but a vision wiped across his view. They were covered in blood, he had a spine and a pair of ribs… and then his hands were gone, with only sharpened bones taking their place. “No… I didn’t…”

“You… didn’t what?”

What should have been fear turned to distress and then agony. He saw drops of salt water fall before his vision blurred and turned hot, as well as his cheeks and ears. “F-Flippy…! Y-you’re crying…?”

He felt a lump in his throat start to suffocate his airway. He shakily gulped in air and let it out in a whimper.

“... I’m sorry,” he exhaled. “I… I had it for a second…”

“It’s okay…!” the rodent scooted back towards him and took his paw, holding it and caressing the top of it with his thumb. “You’re feeling sick, I think is all. Once you get some food, you’ll be juste comme la pluie…”

Any memories he had before seemed to vanish in that instant. Maybe it WAS just an awful dream. One that was too unfair for his head, but at least now he was awake. He would be okay, maybe.

Sneaky came back with an MRE pack and a fresh canteen.

“Here, I got your favorite,” he gave the pack and water to Flippy. “Lentils in masala sauce. I was even able to heat it up for you in secret, so shush.”

“Thanks,” he tore open the pack, taking the spoon that was taped to the side and dug in.

“He all good?” the reptile asked the rodent. Mouse nodded.

“Bad dream,” he explained.

“Don’t say it like that,” Flippy chuckled, his mouth full a bit. He swallowed, happy to have his recently emptied belly becoming full of something. “You make me sound like I’m a wimp.”

“Ehh you are a bit,” Sneaky snorted, patting his head. “But thanks to your wimpiness, Mouse and I are excused from patrol to make sure you’re okay. So I suppose we owe you one.”

“Oui!” Mouse cheered. Immediately, he dug into his pocket and pulled out some cards. “Gin rummy?”

“Deal me in…!” Sneaky boasted, getting on his knees. “Winner gets dessert for the week.”

“Haha, I’ll take that action! Flippy?”

“Be prepared to lose, fellas,” he finished his bagged meal.

As Mouse dealt the cards out, Sneaky looked at Flippy.

“So… how do you feel about our mission coming up?”

“What mission?” Flippy wondered.

“Against General Tiger,” he responded. “We’re gonna try out your plan with the pizza and knife?”

“Oh, he was just talking about that…!” Mouse gasped. “Looks like you didn’t lose any important memories…!”

Something should have clicked. Something should have given off warning bells, opened up, anything. But Flippy only smiled, forgetting his dream entirely.

“I guess not…!”

#happy tree friends #htf #htf flippy #htf sneaky #htf mouse kaboom #htf war journal #htf kapow #sad or ambiguous ending #again horrible french #curse maybe?#htf lumpy #lumpy mentioned #yeah this is just depressing and I realize it and I aint changing it #have fun reading it though!#gore #blood

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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So uhhhhhhh, I sat down to write smut and accidentally wrote relationship-establishing fluff instead? Oops.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I promise the smut is coming soon! 😭 My demisexual ass just got waaaaay too invested in the cuddly stuff and I needed to build up to the ~*spicier*~ bits.

Maybe two more after this so I can give each of the boys their own part? Please accept this humble appetizer in the meantime.

It’s hard not to panic as the cecaelia rushes towards you eagerly, some sort of inborn fear of toothy predators bearing down on you at high speeds causing your breathing to quicken and your heart to pound. As you start to try and struggle against the limbs restraining you, to back away from the creature swiftly closing the distance between it and you, you feel the arms around your waist tighten slightly. The one behind you shifts, grumbles, and suddenly you can feel the graze of shark-like teeth sliding gently across your skin. It’s not enough to draw blood, or even to hurt, actually, but it’s enough to startle you out of your oncoming spiral. Fight and flight are evidently out of the question - all you can do now is freeze.

The teeth disappear, replaced instead by a long, thick tongue - too long to be that of a human. It licks, soft as kisses along the same path the teeth had taken, and against your ear you hear a contented sigh. The creature at your back shifts once more, stretching like a languid liepard. Its tentacles coil more securely around you, sliding along your bare legs below your shorts, high enough to graze against sensitive places. You gasp involuntarily. They move again, coiling, slithering up and around and between your thighs, slick and smooth, and your traitorous body shivers in response as the tip of one teases your inner thigh to nearly slip into your shorts. All the while, the creature’s tongue continues to leave little kitten licks along your throat.

And of course it’s at this moment that the silvery one finishes its enthusiastic journey towards you and finally comes to a stop. It looms over you, grinning widely, and up close you can see that its scales are actually iridescent, like mother-of-pearl, shimmering in the light as the creature moves. Its eyes are like opals, shot through with little glittering flecks of gold and pink and green and blue; it’d be unfathomably pretty if it weren’t for the fact that the whole situation is utterly terrifying. You’re starting to understand, just a little, why all those sailors warned you about beautiful, deadly faces beneath the waves.

Unperturbed by your aborted panic attack, the cecaelia leans in close to your face. For a moment you’re afraid it’s looking for someplace to sink its shark-like teeth into, but instead it… Sniffs you?

It buries its nose in your hair, a happy little trill rising from its throat as it inhales long and deep, nuzzling against your temple like it’s trying to scent mark you. The one at your back makes an answering trill, and you can feel it nuzzling into the space between your shoulders.

(You’re not sure yet whether this is better or worse than what you’d been expecting.)

The one nuzzling your hair finally pulls back with a delighted chirp. This must be a signal of some kind, because the one nuzzling the nape of your neck rumbles in reply and suddenly you’re being lifted into an upright position, pulled into the creature’s lap. It shifts, its arms still wrapped snugly around you; as it leans down and rests its chin on your shoulder, you finally get a clear view of just what’s been holding you. Like you guessed, it’s another cecaelia - black instead of silver-white, tentacles the color of pitch and banded with rusty-red at the waist. The scales adorning its face, arms, and chest are the same kind of iridescent as its (assumed) podmate’s, with shifting colors that make it look like the sheen of lamp oil spilled across water. Its eyes and hair, however, are not black like you would have guessed, but instead that same shade of silver. The eyes are even complete with their own opalescent flecks of red, purple, green, and gold. Again, you think, ethereally pretty if not for the rows of teeth you know are hiding just below in its mouth.

The creature stares at you with a curious frown, tilting its head to the side. You stare back.

“H…hello?”

At your shaky whisper, both of the creatures are suddenly alert, the silver one practically vibrating with newfound energy. It claps its clawed hands together, teeth once more on full display. “You can speak!”

You blink. “...Wait, YOU can speak!?”

The oil-slick one at your shoulder makes a sound that might be a purring chuckle. “We can, yes.”

Oh. Oh THIS is weird. You hadn’t expected them to be… intelligent? No, that’s not quite right, they clearly are - very much so, in fact, if stories of their hunting tactics are anything to go by. Human, you think might be more accurate; you hadn’t expected them to be so human.

The silvery one scuttles closer, butting its forehead against your own. “I am Emmet! We are verrrrry happy you’re awake,” ‘Emmet’ intones - an odd sound when juxtaposed against its (his?) grinning face. “You were asleep for two days, we thought you might not wake up. Ingo and I took turns keeping you warm until you did.”

‘Ingo’ unwraps his arms from around your waist, but quickly replaces them with his tentacles. They wrap up and over your hips, dragging smoothly between your thighs again; you let out another gasp and unconsciously grind down, seeking friction.

(You don’t notice the way both cecaelia’s gazes turn just a little bit sharper, the gills along their necks flaring slightly.)

Ingo mimics his podmate’s earlier actions and presses his nose behind your ear, inhaling deeply. His hands make their way upwards, slowly running them up and down the length of your arms like he’s trying to warm you up - not that you need it, you’re suddenly feeling VERY warm. “Our treasure,” he purrs into your ear. (And OH, if that doesn’t cause your thighs to clench around the tentacle trapped between them.) “So beautiful.”

Emmet purrs right back. “Verrrrry beautiful.”

You feel your heart stutter in your chest. Despite the situation, you can’t help but be oddly flattered. How long has it been since anyone’s called you beautiful with such reverence? Has anyone EVER? And other than the brush of teeth from earlier, they haven’t harmed you in any way so far. In fact, you seem to be in pretty good condition for having been dragged out of the ocean and being unconscious for two days.

Still…

You squirm a little in Ingo’s hold. “Hey, so, not to sound ungrateful, but WHY did you save me?”

Ingo huffs, amused. “To keep you,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Right!” Emmet nuzzles his nose against yours. It’s cute. “What good is having a treasure if you can’t keep it?” he asks, and it’s sing-songy, like the answer should be obvious.

Emmet leans back and reaches behind himself and grabs a satchel you hadn’t noticed before, tied to his waist with red leather that matches the stripes around his hips. He scoots himself closer to you more properly, draping yet more tentacles across your legs. Several of Ingo’s own shift out of the way to accommodate him and you can feel them dragging over your suddenly too-hot skin. They travel upward, making room for Emmet’s, and push their way up under your shirt to rest just under the swell of your chest. Your breathing quickens as you become hyper aware of just how many places these two are touching you - so close to and yet so far from where you’d want a lover’s caress.

They’re beautiful, you think again. And surprisingly sweet. Is this all really so bad?

(And as you think to yourself, two pairs of slitted pupils blow wide, two sets of gills flaring once more as your body’s scent goes from fear to the beginnings of curious arousal.)

You can feel Ingo purring against your back, the rumble strangely comforting. Emmet’s you can actually SEE - the gill slits along his ribs vibrating slightly as he does. He finishes rooting around in his satchel, pulling out an overflowing fistful of glittering jewelry. Holding it up with a triumphant trill, he quickly presents his offering with both hands; four long strings of pearls in different lengths, dripping with deep blue stones. It must have once belonged to royalty, something scavenged from a king’s sunken ship. He eagerly shoves it towards you while letting out a series of excited clicks.

It certainly IS gorgeous - moreso than anything you’ve ever seen before - but you’re not sure what to do with it. And so, confused, you reach out and cautiously take it from his hands with a quiet, “Uh… thank you?”

Emmet snatches his hands back and claps them together once, a look of absolute JOY etched into his face. Before you can respond in any way, Ingo’s hands come up and cover your own. He guides them up with shaking fingers, (odd, considering YOU’RE the one who should be nervous here) until the necklace is draped across your chest. His touch moves back then, fumbling awkwardly with his claws until the necklace is safely clasped in place.

They pounce.

One moment you’re being cuddled and decked out in jewels fit for a queen, and the next you’re squished between two warm, scaled bodies as both cecaelias cling to you, purring loud enough to make your own body shake. Emmet nuzzles you; Ingo’s lips trace along the back of your neck and into the line of your hair. “Mate,” he breathes against your ear. “Treasure. Ours.”

“Pretty human, gorgeous mate~” comes Emmet’s voice from under your jaw where he’s placing little nips and kisses of his own down the line of your throat.

There are hands on your arms, around your waist, along your sides, dipping so low you can feel the tips of claws skirting beneath the waistband of your pants. You can’t tell whose are whose, too wrapped up in the feeling of your touch-starvation being quelled for the first time in far, far too long, and the whispering realization of what’s just happened.

The necklace had been a courting gift, and you’ve just accepted a mating proposal.

Suddenly you’re not in such a hurry to find a way out of the cave.

(To be continued…)

~Spark💥

SPARK BABY PLEEEASSEEE

FUCK THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOU, YOU GORGEOUS DARLING!!!

I love your brain💜💜💜💜💜 how wonderful, thank you.

You have nothing to apologize for! The build up just makes it all better!

And this is top tier writing! Ah! I’m just so in love!!!!

(Somebody boutta get drunk and it’s not off liquor👀)

#spark anon #ingo.thirst #emmet.thirst #pokemon hybrid au #spicy #smut #🔞🔞🔞

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spongebob-connoisseur · 2 years

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to you, what's your most obsecure/not-much-know fact about spongebob??? :O

Gosh that's tough. To me I feel like most of the facts I know aren't that obscure because I'm too far deep in this. I just assume what I know is common knowledge.

Also I don't remember stuff immediately unless someone asks something specially related to it.

- Spongebob's teeth is modeled after a child Stephen Hillenburg, he actually showed a picture of his kid self. He's got the spongebuck teeth lol.

Spongebob's walk is ALSO modeled after Hillenburg. There's a bit of this in the art book where it mentions how Steve was working with some of the artists to develop spongebob's walk and they realized he IS spongebob. Tho I feel like sponge is more of a mix of Hillenburg and Tom Kenny. Because have you SEEN the insane amount of energy Tom has in his stand up shows before spongebob?? He said he's ""never done cocaine"" until he did Shakes the clown but I seriously doubt that lolllll

- Mr. Krabs is modeled after a real person! Its said Hillenburg used to work at a sea food fast food place as a teen. But its also mentioned he had a boss there. A guy with red hair who used to be in the army and has an off-colored sense of humor but a relatively nice guy. Though Hillenburg specified the guy wasn't cheap. Mr. Krab's love of money is just a trait exclusive to krabs.

- uhh there's a proto-Dennis design in the spongebob tivia book! Neat stuff. Now we know how Dennis's hair looks without the hat.

- we all know Sandy is meant to be spongebob's love interest. Now that the Pitchbible is out. But there's more to it. One of the writers on the show suggested they'd be a love interest. I don't remember which. I think Sherm Cohen? Idk I read it from somewhere a while ago. Hillenburg did play with the idea but eventually decided it didn't fit the shows theme. He described it as "sandy being a strong female character for spongebob to be friends with, NOT a love interest" and since then was always adamant that Sandy is just a friend. Even now, one of the biggest rules in Spongebob is that spongebob can't have a love interest.

- Doug Lawrence fought tooth and nail to keep Plankton as a regular character on the show. Its interesting to know. Hillenburg wasn't planning on keeping plankton around because he felt the "stealing the formula thing" would get old if kept around too long. Nick was fully prepared to get a guest star to play Plankton. But he felt the character had so much potential. He was able to convince Hillenburg but it was tougher to convince the Nick executives until they actually had to pitch the episode "Plankton!" where he did the plankton voice. and you can tell, they immediately let him voice plankton and so the character got to stay.

- pearl was supposed to be a math prodigy. Its in the pitchbible. She was also meant to have a bigger role in the main cast. WE'VE BEEN ROBBED

There's more but this is getting long. I feel like I'm forgetting some but I'm splitting my braincells between typing this and bugging my sister so, uhh sorry this isn't as obscure as you'd hope.

#Ask #the spongebob connoisseur #spongebob #spongebob squarepants #sb #spongebon squarepants #spongebob meme

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quotemenevervore · 1 year

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I keep talking about the other parts I’m working on but hang on because I wrote this in like three days because I liked the idea

Content warnings: temporary unsafe vore, fearplay, injuries to pred, safe, soft g/t vore.

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He’d been chasing Dream down, the former not having shrunk yet. They’d agreed to do some training for the upcoming manhunts, and though neither of them really needed it, Sapnap felt that if he got to store his friend in the end then it was justified. At least then he wouldn’t have to deal with the nagging of ‘you can’t just store your friends all the time’. He’d been right on his tail, so close he could have grasped the back of the other’s hoodie, when suddenly he’d disappeared. Bewildered, the fireborn looked around, trying to see ender particles or a glimpse of the other, simply assuming that the other pearled away.

He was so, so wrong.

He saw a peek of lime green from behind a tree, and grinned, stalking towards it. “Oh Dream~” he called, smirking as the figure began moving away. The chase began once more, Sapnap not getting a close enough look at the figure he was chasing. It only occurred to him that he was getting led far away when he came across a temple, hesitating to follow the other inside.

It was exquisitely made, deepslate and quartz combined to make a beautiful structure similar to that of a jungle temple. But then the green hooded figure slipped into the temple’s entrance, and he stopped staring in awe to pursue.

Once he’d stepped inside, the temple became pitch black, and for a heart-stopping moment he thought he was encountering a warden several levels higher than he should. Even his night vision had been wiped out, and he quickly picked up a torch from his inventory and held it out. It helped, if only slightly, and he hesitantly began to search for the other. “This isn’t a funny joke, Dream. Come on.” He huffed, turning a corner and narrowly avoiding an arrow from a triggered trap. He cut the string quickly to avoid another arrow dangerously close to the head and continued onwards, the dim light from his torch being the only thing that kept him from pitch blackness. Turning a corner, he was almost blinded by a new light, one of the power levels of a lamp, or a lantern. It lit up a small chamber, completely made of black stone, with a lectern and book in the center of the room. As he stepped in, the darkness faded, and he could see properly again. The hooded figure he’d chased in here was nowhere to be seen, and Sapnap let out a frustrated groan as he looked around, trying to spot where he could have gone. Without a glimpse of the figure, his attention turned back towards the lectern, the book catching his eye. Curiosity got the better of the fireborn, and he stepped closer to look at the open page.

Instantly, the building rumbled, cracks forming on the walls and ceilings and raining debris down onto his hair. He didn’t hesitate to run, leaving the book and pedestal and trying to sprint to the exit. Something caught onto his leg, and before he hit the ground, his vision left him once more.

When he came to, he could tell was dangling by his leg, but..

hadn’t he passed out in a crumbling temple?

“Finally awake?” Only then did it register in Sapnap’s head the slight warmth radiating from the thing wrapped around his leg. Eyes snapping open, he was face to face (despite being upside down) with a gigantic, smiling mask. Unlike his friend’s however, the smile was made out of an X for eyes and a D for the mouth. Before the fireborn could even open his mouth, the mask changed, cracking and breaking in places to reveal a gigantic smirk beneath. “Perhaps you don’t recognize me?”

“…Dream?“ an amused hum was the first response he got. “Not quite. Most call me XD, though not many know me or tell the tale.” Sapnap did not miss the intention of the sentence, the fact that people didn’t say anything about the presence before him either from not living to speak of him or being too scared to. Trying to swallow his nerves, despite being upside down still, he debated what he could say to get out of this dangerous situation. “I can see how you became confused, though. We do look somewhat similar.

What I’m curious of, is why you’d follow me into a temple you know nothing of.” Fuck. “I told you, I thought you were Dream, my friend. We were training.” “Hm. Haven’t you ever heard the phrase, ‘curiosity killed the cat’?” “I have…” “Then you should be aware as to what comes next.” A wicked grin, sharp teeth the size of his arm, widened the face of the being before him, forcing himself not to shudder. “Accidents don’t count?” His voice was slightly higher thanks to nerves, and the other’s eyes narrowed, glowing a poisonous green. “Perhaps… we can have some fun. I’ll give you two minutes.” And he was dropped to the ground, choking back a yelp as the impact sent a jolt of pain through his arms. Forcing himself not to lose any more time, he took off into the foliage around him, trying to zigzag and push the god off his trail. Despite his attempts, the pit of dread in his stomach told him it was futile.

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“What happened to him?” Dream was watching the areas around him, desperately trying to see any glimpse of his friend. One moment, Sapnap had been on his trail, and the next it was like he vanished. He hadn't even gone that far since he’d lost sight of his friend. He began moving away from the point he lost the other at, walking forward and keeping a sharp eye out. At least, until he came across a structure he’d never seen before. And with it, a familiar presence made itself known to him.

Oh, shit.

He didn’t think twice before sprinting in the direction he felt its presence in, praying he’d be fast enough to save his friend from the clutches of the chaotic god.

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Sapnap was still running when he could tell that the god called the time up, and despite the exhaustion plaguing his body, he forced himself to go faster. He couldn’t stop, if he stopped he knew that he wouldn’t be seen again. His vision was beginning to tunnel, each breath stabbing at his lungs as his feet kept hitting the ground. He couldn’t tell how long he’d been running for, but he did know when fingers wrapped around his leg once more, the fireborn barely able to protect his head from hitting the ground before being tugged upwards.

He thrashed wildly, trying to get out of the god’s grasp, only to be lifted up once more with a tsk. “Funny, I thought you’d try harder to survive.” Fury filled the other, blood beginning to run hotter as his eyes flashed. “I fucking tried! You weren’t ever gonna let me leave!” The larger being looked at him with neon green eyes, contemplating his words before a wicked grin stretched out from under the broken mask. “The feisty ones are always the funnest. It’s been too long since I’ve last interacted with a mortal this interesting. Maybe I’ll keep you.” Suddenly the fingers released him, and he was free falling for a heart stopping moment before he was almost choked as the back of his shirt was grabbed instead. He was lifted closer to the being’s face, scrambling to try and grab at his shirt as he swore he could hear it tear. “Or maybe I’ll just eat you now.”

“Don’t!” XD froze, and Sapnap shuddered at feeling his cool breath washing over him. Turning his attention to the small voice, he was shocked to see- “Dream?” “Don’t eat him.” “Why not? I haven’t eaten in ages. What could you possibly want with him that would be more useful than what I need?” “Because,” the blonde forced himself not to falter at the harsh tone. “I was going to.” The fireborn froze completely, processing the words that just left his friend’s mouth. What? “Aren’t you a little small to do that?” When a verbal answer wasn’t received, he was brought even closer to the god’s maw, flinching when he was suddenly yanked back. The god looked angry as Sapnap started to process that he was not in his hands any longer, but Dream’s. He had to have used a growth potion and made himself larger, as he could fit in the other’s hand, just like if he had drank a shrinking potion.

A noise similar to growling echoed through the air. “If you’re going to eat him, get on with it, then.” The blackette looked up, unable to see his friend’s eyes and figure out what he was doing. He.. he wasn’t actually going to follow through with that, right? Surely he knew it would kill him. On Dream’s side, the unmasked terror in his friend’s eyes stung. Not all of it was directed at him, he knew, but it didn’t make him feel any better with what he was about to do.

Ever so hesitantly, the blonde raised him up, using his other hand to push his mask up just enough so his mouth was exposed. Sapnap usually had blood so hot it made poison ineffective against him, but he swore he felt it turn into ice as he was lifted closer and closer to the other’s mouth. “Dream?” No response, except for a light nudge of his fingers as he was gently pushed into the large, open maw. Before he could even orient himself, he was trapped, teeth sealed shut to prevent his escape. “Dream!” He tried to claw at the other’s gums, only getting himself squished to the roof of his mouth in retaliation. Writhing madly did nothing but make his exhausted body ache more, and help get himself soaked in warm saliva. He couldn’t even be thankful for the warmth melting away the cold of outside, too concerned with the fact that his friend apparently planned to eat him alive. He really wished he could put more trust in his friend, but he knew it was too dangerous. They were in the middle of the forest and he knew Dream wouldn’t immediately spit him out. If he got swallowed, he was done for. Desperately trying not to hyperventilate, he continued to yell out at his captor to release him.

And release him he did. Sapnap suddenly fell down as the other lowered his tongue, not given the chance to orient himself or do anything more than squirm before he was pushed back quickly and swallowed.

Outside, Dream glared at the god, feeling guilt claw at him from his friend’s blatant fear. He wasn’t screaming anymore, and he was too wet to attempt to set himself ablaze and hurt him, which Dream was thankful for. But the frantic yet faltering movements of the other was all he needed to know how badly he’d scared him. “Are we done here?” “I suppose, since I have to find a new meal now.” With that, the god was off, and Dream counted to ten before using a splash potion of shrinking. Frantically, he tore through his inventory to find the purple potion, downing it as fast as he could.

Sapnap was scared, betrayed, but most importantly, pissed. How dare Dream throw away all their history just to piss off a god!? The second he was released from his throat, he lashed out, clawing at the nearest wall. Instantly, he felt the walls tense up and his captor yelp in pain, only making him swipe more at the walls around him. He was only interrupted when a new liquid joined him, surprised to see it wasn’t a healing potion, but a purple liquid. An unhappy growl rattled the organ as the potion began absorbing into the walls, and Sapnap didn’t have the luxury of thinking for more than a second about it before throwing himself back into attacking the walls around him.

If he had thought about it, he may have recognized the mint smell to it, or the fact that drinking it seemed to upset the user’s stomach. He would have been able to piece it together that he wasn’t in any danger. But it wasn’t like he could stop, panic and adrenaline forcing him to continue. He knew he was hurting his friend, but he didn’t want to die.

“Sapnap!” His friend’s panicked yell reached his ears, and he faltered only slightly. It was enough for his surroundings to help significantly smaller, robbing the shrunken man of the ability to move. It did not rob his voice, however. “What the fuck, Dream!? Do I really mean this little to you!?” “Sap, stop, you’re safe, just stop clawing.” Looking down at the wall pressed against him, he could see the blood dripping from the wounds he’d inflicted. Gritting his teeth, he bit back, “Why should I? To make myself an easier meal for you?” “You’re not! You’re not going to die, you’re not even going to get hurt! You really don’t recognize the potion?”

Potion? There was a good amount of it left in the organ around him, and only then did he recognize the scent and color of it. He.. really wasn’t in danger. His friend wasn’t trying to kill him. A shuddery breath left the smaller, very similar to the shaky breaths he could feel his friend taking. Looking back down at the wounds as his space increased again, he couldn’t help the guilt that flooded him. “Do.. are you going to drink a healing potion?” “Can’t. Once I drank that potion, I lost the ability to absorb anything until I drink milk to deactivate it.” “..oh.” “It’s not your fault, Sapnap. I can’t really blame you for your reaction.” “Still. I.. should have trusted you more.” “You know good and well if I had claws I would have done the same the first time you stored me. Granted, they’re different circumstances, but.. yea.”

Sapnap couldn’t do much about the wounds he’d inflicted, but there was something he could try to make them stop bleeding, at least. “Dream?” “Yea?” “Do you want me to try and cauterize the scratches?” There was a long period of silence, and he could tell the other had stopped moving. “I.. don’t know. How badly do you think it’ll hurt, if you can even do that?” “I’m hoping not too bad, I wouldn’t know. I can’t use fire, but I can heat my core temperature up as high as it can go, maybe it’ll stop the pain?” “I.. no. Because it could open back up when I let you out and it’ll just be worse. I’ll be okay, I just gotta get back to base. Just sit tight.” It’d be easy to, honestly. His exhausted body relaxed near instantly, and through his attempt to settle his breathing, his consciousness flipped off like a light.

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For the first time, he wasn’t woken up by being released. When he did wake up, it was on Dream’s couch, clothes dried and back to normal size. And when he woke up, George was sitting on the chair across from him waiting for him to awaken. “Good morning.” “Morning?” He tried to prop himself up on his elbows, wincing at the soreness of his body. The brunette rolled his eyes. “It’s actually evening. I’d say we have supper waiting, but Dream couldn’t really eat so I didn’t really make anything.” Sapnap cringed at the reminder of what he’d done. “Fuck, I don’t know how I’m gonna make that up to him.” He ran a hand through his bangs, looking down in shame. “Nothing, really. He’s not mad, and he doesn’t blame you. I don’t either, he told me what happened.” “About that fucking weird guy in the forest?” “You mean XD?” Sucking in a breath through his teeth, he nodded.

“Why don’t I make us something to eat? We can talk a little more about XD after we get some food in you.” As George stood and headed to the kitchen, the fireborn began to do the same, only for his communicator to begin ringing. Opening it up, he didn’t even get a chance to say hello before a loud yell disrupted him. “Where the HELL are you!?” “I’m at Dream’s.” “You went over there this morning! Why haven’t you said anything to anyone!? Karl’s damn near having a panic attack and I’m stuck in Las Nevadas! I had to send Wilbur to go get him!” Guilt flooded his body at the avian’s words. “I.. sorry, Q. It’s been a fucking rough day, I promise I’ll make it up for both of you when I can get home.” The rough shape of his voice seemed to snap the other out of his anger, and his next sentence was spoken much softer. “Not tonight?” “No, I just woke up, and I’m really sore. I can barely move. I promise I’ll tell you both what happened.” “Shit, man. Just take care of yourself, okay? I’ll stay home tomorrow so I can be with you and Karl, okay?” “It sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow, I love you.” “I love you too. I’ll tell Karl for you, okay?” “Thank you.”

The call ended quickly after that, and George came back into the room with a sandwich. “Something easy, I don’t know how well you’re doing after everything today.” “Thanks, George.” “You’re welcome.” Now that the other was sitting up, he sat down beside him. “So, I encountered XD a while back. At first I thought he was just a curious god, kinda like how Foolish was when he first came to our SMP. But when I tried to leave, he knocked me unconscious. He wanted a toy. I’d been missing for like a week, with him treating me like an expendable doll before Dream found us. And he was pretty pissed.”

“That’s why he came to find me so quickly, because he knew who it was?” “Yeah. It’s not my first time dealing with him.” Sapnap’s head snapped to the side to look at the blonde who’d just walked in. “How’re you feeling?” “Better. I got a healing potion, so I’m alright.” He took the other seat beside the fireborn, a bittersweet smile on his face. “XD’s kinda fucked up in how he thinks of humans. I’ve tried talking with him about it, but he just got mad at me in return and treated me a similar way he’d treated you. I knew he was gonna take an interest to you, so I had to get you out of there by any means necessary.” “And George?” “George isn’t brave enough to try taking on a god by himself.” “More like I’m not stupid enough to.”

“I’m sorry again, Dream.” “It’s not your fault, Sap. Don’t even worry about it. We have plenty of healing pots. You didn’t even do nearly as much damage as I thought you were going to.” “So now what? If he’s coming back this quickly, then there’s no way any of us can just go wandering about.” “At least I know for sure he won’t come after us in a larger group. Why do you think we haven’t seen him anywhere near the manhunts since we’ve added more hunters.” “But what about when me and Sapnap need to go back to Kinoko kingdom? We can’t just stay here.” “He shouldn’t bother you guys if you use the nether trails, I can walk you two to the portal if you want me to.” “I mean, I planned on staying here tonight but if you want me to go-“ “No, you can stay, George. But I probably should go home, the boys are worried about me.” “Understandably so. You sound like shit, Pandas.” “Here, Sap. I’ll walk you to the portal and call Karl-“ “No, Quackity called earlier and said he’s panicking. But I should be able to run into Wilbur in the Nether, he had to go check on him because they’re not letting Q leave.” “Alright, I’ll call Wilbur then. Let’s go.”

As they set off from the house, Sapnap couldn’t help but look around warily as they walked, despite the confident aura his friend had. He’d pulled his communicator out and held it to his ear. “Hey, Wilbur. I hear you’re on your way to Kinoko.” A beat passed, and Dream then responded. “Can you meet me at the nether portal? Or, the one in the nether at least? Sapnap’s heading home but he’s still not in good shape.” They walked up the steps towards the nether portal, and Dream sighed. “Thanks, Wilbur. We’re going through now.” Ending the call, he noticed the other’s hesitance, holding a hand out for him. Taking it, they walked through the portal together.

~ ~ ~

The door was opened softly, Wilbur calling into the house before stepping in. Karl was curled up on the couch, in his human form and eyes a dark blue. Tears had long since fallen, but his breathing finally had evened out. “Wil?” “I brought someone.” “Is it Q?” He hesitantly uncurled, eyes meeting with the tired eyes of the fiancé he’d been so scared about. Flashing an icy blue, he jumped off the sofa, running into the fireborn’s arms. “I’m sorry I scared you, Karl. It was a rough day, I meant to come back sooner.” “What happened? You didn’t even reach out to us.” “I.. can I wait for Q before I tell you? I'm sorry, I just.. don’t want to say it more than once.” Looking at the other, he felt his tension ease as the other’s eyes became a sympathetic and loving rose shade. “Of course. I can tell you’re tired.” “I bet you are too.” “I’m going to go back and see if I can get Quackity to come home. I know they’re gonna be mad, especially with him taking off tomorrow, but this isn’t about them.” “Thank you, Wilbur.” The revived man offered both of them a smile. “It’s the least I can do. You two have a good night.” “You too!” A happy golden took over the other’s eyes for a minute, as the other took his leave. Sapnap was tugged towards the bedroom, and he didn’t fight it, letting the other help him lay down and trying to find a regeneration potion for him before laying down himself. He gratefully took the potion, drinking it down before he settled into the taller’s arms. And in the morning, when he woke up and found his other fiancé cuddled on his other side, he smiled despite the discussion bound to come. He knew, with his fiancés and his friends by his side, he wouldn’t have to worry about what happened the previous day.

Bonus: Sapnap was laying on the grass near the prime path, relaxing with Dream and George. “Out of curiosity..” peaking both of his friend’s interests, he continued with his question. “I’ve always woken up when someone was letting me out. So, how come I never woke up when you let me out?” Logically thinking, he’d have to be released similar to Quackity releasing him. “Oh, that’s because I went in to get you out.” Sapnap sat up to look at the brunette after the causal way he said he let Dream eat him. “I’m sorry?” “Yeah, I shrunk and Dream tied a string around me so I could get you and he could pull us out without hurting himself worse.” The shock on his face was enough to pull a chuckle out of George, and Dream joined in. “This isn’t our first time doing this, Sapnap.” “…What?”

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