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All Bark and No Bite 06

The moment so many have been waiting for...

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Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

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Series Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, verryyyy nsfw, chan x reader, OT8 x reader, A/B/O, m/m/f smut, possessive! SKZ, possessive! Reader, anxiety and depression, reader is a CRYBABY, fluff, angst, virgin!reader,  cursing, violence, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, Sub reader x mostly dom SKZ, misogyny and sexism, Ateez are depicted as terrible people (sorry Atiny!) 

Chapter Warnings: Crying, nsfw content, Smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, fingering, mating, biting, begging, blood play(?), blood in mouths, reader is in heat, super possesive! Chan, knotting, angst, anxiety, cursing, tension in the pack, yelling, drama, Lee know being a dick

WC: 4.1k

MDNI 18+

Disclaimer: The names and faces used here are just that, names and faces, and in no way reflect the real people the characters were designed after. The views and actions of these characters do not reflect the real Stray Kids in any way shape or form. This is all for fun let’s keep it that way please. 

You were dying. You were sure of it. The fire you felt in your body was killing you. You didn’t even register it when Chan gently placed you on his bed, suddenly overcome with the pure scent of him. 

“Alpha…It hurts.” your words coming out slurred.

He was by your side, one hand running through your hair, the other keeping a steady grip on the mattress- to keep himself grounded so as to not to do anything rash. 

“M’ here Omega. It’s gonna be ok.” His pupils were dilated the biggest they have ever been. 

“Hurts so much Alpha. Please please make it stop.” You were pleading -begging- him to make it better. There was one thing in particular you wanted. One word playing in your head on a loop. 

Knot

Knot 

Knot 

Over and over again, it was making you delirious. 

Your whole body was on fire. Boiling  through your bloodstream and radiating out of your skin. So hot you couldn’t breathe, the flames engulfing your lungs. I guess that's why they call it a heat. 

Chan had been excited to work you through your first heat together, he just thought he would have more time beforehand. No time like the present, though. 

“I’ll help you, omega. Your alpha will always help his sweet omega.” He cooed at you, his body slowly moving over yours, caging you under his built frame. 

The second he was settled over you, your arms shot up and forcefully pulled the back of his head down, capturing his lips against your own. Chan let out a grunt of surprise, not expecting this shy girl to be the one to take the lead. It’s not his style, but he would let you have it this one time. He would have plenty of time to train you later. 

You lifted your hips, looking for that bit of friction- any bit you could get. At the brush of your hips against his own Chan let out an almost inhuman growl. If anyone else had heard him let out that sound they would have pissed their pants, it was so deep coming from a place inside of him he didn’t even know existed . 

He let you grind into him while he savored the taste of your mouth. Your whimpers like music to his ears. When he had his fill of your mouth (tho really he never will) he sat up and hastily removed his shirt from his body then literally tearing into your tee shirt ripping the garment in half. He was more than eager to see all of his pretty omega. Your pants were next to go, seeing the same fate as your shirt and joining it on the ground. 

“Alpha.” There was that begging tone again, “Knot. Need it.” 

“Fuck baby. Ok ok Alphas gotcha” He shimmied out of his own bottoms, throwing his pants and boxers to the floor beneath. 

To say Chan was good looking was an understatement. He was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. His whole body toned from his years of discipline, his muscles rippling as you rake your nails across his abs. His cocky smirk gave his face a boyish charm but his sharp teeth reminded you he was a predator. 

And you were his prey. 

“Oh pretty girl. You have no idea of the naughty things I want to do to you.” He licked his teeth. 

“W-wan’ it Alpha. Wan’ it all from you.” Your words still slurring together in your plight. You would give him anything he wants. Your mind, body and soul - all of you, just MAKE IT STOP. 

Chan couldn’t hold back any longer, your words causing his self control to snap. His hands gripped your body, fully allowing himself to grind against your sex drawing helpless moans from you. 

Yes 

Yes 

YES

It felt so good, but it was not enough. You needed more. 

The alpha gripped you by the face then placed his finger against your bottom lip before slowly inserting the digit into your open mouth. He pressed down on your tongue as he collected the saliva that was accumulating, then pulled it out of your mouth and brought it down to your pussy. 

Chan used the finger to swipe through your wetness, the immediate sounds of your slick filling the air. 

“Fuck Baby you’re so fucking wet. Who made you like this, Omega?” He asked rhetorically. 

More tears escaped you, “A-alpha. Always you, my alpha.” 

Chan inserted his long finger into you, a wet gasp escaping you at the intrusion. Now it was his turn to moan. You were just so tight. Fuck, how was his cock going to fit? He would make it fit. 

“So good. Need more, Alpha. Need your knot.” Your eyes were pleading. Chans mouth left stray kisses down your chest, coming to your breasts where he took one of your nipples between his teeth, giving it a sharp tug. You felt a strike of pain at his actions, but it also felt so good- to be touched by him. 

“Mmm are you sure Omega?” He teased between bites, alternating between the two mounds. 

‘Perfect for feeding our children’ Chan could see it now, you with your breasts full of milk, leaking all over the place while you waddle around the house, his baby growing inside of you. The thought alone could make a grown man cry. 

“Yes!” You humped into his harder in response. 

“Ok baby. Alpha will give you what you want.” 

Chan grabbed his cock in his hand and rubbed the tip through your slick, collecting some of the drippage, before slowly pushing into you. 

The moan you let out was one of pure ecstasy.  Never in your life had you had something so big inside of you before. If you thought you were seeing stars before, it was nothing compared to now. Your nails found purchase in his shoulder blades, the indents turning red at how hard you pressed into him. 

“Nnnngggg '' Chan isn't faring any better. Since the moment he smelled you he had wanted to take you this way. 

“N-n-need you, alpha.” You choked out through sobs of pleasure. 

Chan buried his face into your neck, breathing heavy in your ear.

“Tell me you’ve never done this before, Omega. Tell me no other man has ever touched you like this. That no one else has taken you this way.” Chan needed you to say it, to feed his ego. 

“Tell me I’m the only one. Then I will give you all of me.” He nipped at the skin on your neck, so close to your mating gland. 

You answered without hesitation, “Only you, Alpha. Never anyone else. Only you.”

At your confession Chan growled, something absolutely primal escaping his body. The need to mark you as his feeding into his frenzy. He brought his hips back as far as he could, letting his tip just barely leave your hole, before thrusting into you harshly, his hips snapping into yours with vigor. 

“Fuccckkkk, Alpha. Please, please, please” You didn’t know what you were begging for, just that you couldn’t stop. The sound of your slick filled the room, as well as the smell of your combined scents. The liquid was literally dripping out of you, coating both your thighs and Chans balls. There was no room to care, though. Not with the way he was fucking you so nicely. His cock fit perfectly inside, filling every inch as if he was made for you. He was. 

His movements didn't slow at your whines, in fact they only increased. He was pounding into you like a rabid animal, letting you draw your pleasure from his body and in return feeding his primal urges. 

“ Gonna claim you Omega. Gonna let everyone know who you belong too.” He looked into your eyes for any hint of an objection but found none. You were too far gone to respond but somehow managed to nod your head, baring your neck in submission, waiting for him to claim his prize. 

At your submission Chans’ eyes glazed over and he opened his mouth to reveal those sharp canines. No more warning was given as he dove right for your neck, his teeth slotting over your mating gland and biting down. Hard. 

The sensation was otherworldly. You thought it would hurt, preparing for the pain that never came. Instead all you felt was intoxicating love. You felt loved, and wanted, and cared for. Like everything Chan felt for you was pouring out of him and into you. Without warning you came around his length, fluids spraying out of you and coating Chan's abdomen. 

The alpha released his hold on your neck after a few seconds, his tongue smoothing over the bloody mark left behind. His thrusts never faltered still, his driving into you gaining intensity as he neared his own release. Once your neck stopped dripping he pulled back from your neck, his lips covered in your blood. He pushed himself back on his haunches and hoisted your hips up further, his grip bruising your hips. 

Chan was panting as he spoke “ I am never letting you go. I have ruined you for anyone else. This pack is all you need, all you’ll ever need. Soon you won’t be able to breathe without us, Omega.” 

You had completely succumbed into a subspace, floating through nothing and everything all at once. You’re only thoughts consisting of him. 

“Wanna bite…” You mumbled out. “Wanna claim my Alpha.” The words were escaping you without you even registering you said them. 

Chans felt his knot start to inflate and he leaned down once more, “Do it. Claim me, Omega.”

In your daze your teeth found his neck and you bit down, his blood now filling your mouth. 

As your teeth sunk into him, Chan came inside of you. His knot inflated fully now, keeping him from thrusting any further, holding him against you. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck! Perfect little omega, love you so much.” 

His cum filled every crevice inside of you, coating you completely and spilling out around his cock. It was pure warmth. You were sure you would never tire of this feeling. 

When Chan had given you every last drop he tried to catch his breath, his lungs feeling like he ran 10 miles at full speed. 

You were slowly coming out of that mind space, now needing the comfort only your alpha could offer. You brought your hands up to rest on his cheeks, and inched your face closer to his until your mouths met again. The blood both of you had on your mouths mixing together on your lips, the taste of iron taking over completely. It wasn’t an unwelcome taste, but something about it felt dirty. Dirtier than the act the both of you had partaken in mere seconds before. 

Chan was the first one to pull back, you whining trying to keep his lips locked on yours. 

“Enough of that, Omega. Gotta’ make sure you're ok.” He gently rolled your head to the side to take a peep at the bite left behind. He let out a low whistle, “fuck, got you pretty good. M’ sorry baby.” He peppered kisses all over your face as an apology. 

“It’s ok alpha. Wanted you too.” Your clarity was returning to you slowly, your heat having been satiated for the time being. His thick knot kept you close to him. Suddenly all of your past actions were flooding your brain, the humility creeping on to you and you hid your face in his chest, a quiet sob emanating. 

Chan gave a noise of shock and the sudden appearance of your tears. Though he shouldn’t be surprised. His sweet girl seemed like she was always crying. Still, he had to make sure you were ok. 

“Aww baby, why the tears, huh?”

“M’ so so sorry, Alpha.” You sniffled, words muffled by his skin. 

“Sorry for what my love?” He was genuinely confused. 

You sniffed a few more times , trying to catch your breath before responding. “I’m sorry I acted that way… before with the other boys. I had no control over my own body, it just came on so suddenly. I know that’s no excuse but I really am so so sorry Chan. I would understand if you didn’t want me anymore. No one would want a sloppy Omega.” 

Your words filled him with a fury, harshly gripping your cheeks and turning your eyes to meet his own. 

“Did I say I didn’t want you, Omega?” You shook your head the best you could in his grip. “Then why would you think such a thing? I don’t blame you for what went down. I know you’re a sweet, shy little baby. And sweet girls would never behave that way on their own volition” Not yet anyways. 

The alpha gave you a quick peck. “No one will blame you or be mad. Especially not me. So stop saying shit like that. Like I already said - I am never letting you go. You are my true mate, were made for me. You belong to me now. Right omega?” He used your head to nod up and down. 

It was a possessive statement, and would have made any sane person want to run for the hills, but for some reason it just made you wet again. 

“Yes Alpha.” You whispered in lust, the intensity starting to return,  “I belong to you.”

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The pack members took shelter at what they called the ‘safehouse’. It was a small apartment sized home at the very edge of the property. They used it when one of the alphas went into a rut or if one of the members just needed some space for some reason. The space wasn’t really suited for more than one, maybe two, people at most. But it was this or camping and at least this place had a small kitchen and bathroom. 

There was tension amongst the guys. A lot of them replayed the events of the day in their own minds. It had been a few hours since the incident. In his shame, Jeongin locked himself in the bathroom refusing to come out no matter how much Hyunjin had begged. Hyunjin, Felix and Seungmin had been filled in by a teary eyed Jisung. 

Jisung was in a daze. He had been sitting on the porch since they arrived, just gazing out into the trees that surrounded the estate. The crystal tears every once in a while cascading down his rounded cheeks. He felt like it was all his fault. You were with him when you went into heat. You were with him when Jeongin went for you. Fuck, it was him that took you straight for the young alpha. ‘I should have warned Jeongin. I should have called him and told him to get the fuck out of the house.’ 

The first thing Jeongin did when he got to the safehouse was lock himself in the bathroom and take the hottest shower possible, he needed to rid himself of your scent. Needed to scrub you off his skin, if he didn’t he was sure it would cause an early rut. That is the last thing he needed right now. The boy was filled with deep shame. ‘I can’t believe I acted like that’ he rested his head against the shower tile. ‘How will I ever face Chan again?’ He truly didn’t know what to do, so he will do the only thing he can do right now. Stand here under the cooling water, and wallow in his mortification. 

Minho, on the other hand, was fuming. To him all of this ordeal was avoidable. Aren’t omegas supposed to be able to sense their heats coming? And how convenient it was that you happened to have said heat almost as soon as you got there. To their home. A home full of unmated men. 

Chan had also filled him in the night prior, about Hongjoong and you being promised to him. Something about all these circumstances didn’t sit right with the beta. He didn't hate you, he knew deep inside that you had no ill will, he's pretty good at sensing that kind of thing in people. Minho just can’t help but be defensive over his pack. And is wary of things disrupting the peace within his pack. He isn’t an alpha, but Minho can be protective like one. He had tried to comfort Jeongin but the alpha had made it clear he didn’t want to be bothered at all. It was breaking Minho's heart. 

Changbin was outside trying to exercise the stress away. He felt the best option for him was to sweat your smell off of him. Really, working out was his answer for everything. He was fairing well enough, though there was a little part of his brain itching with the knowledge there was a pretty omega in heat not too far away. Best to ignore that little bit of information. 

The three remaining betas were at a loss for what to do. It seemed like everyone else was in their own little worlds, replaying what had happened over and over. Felix was trying to cook something up for the pack. His motto is food fixes everything so that's what he will do!

 Hyunjin had eventually given up on his mission to comfort Jeongin, his pleading being in vain, so his next target was Jisung. Hyunjin skittered outside and crawled into Jisungs lap, bear hugging the younger man. The moment Jisung registered the warmth he broke into a sob- burying his face into Hyunjin. “Its ok Sungie. That must have been a lot for you to handle by yourself.” Jisung nodded, the hiccups beginning. “You did such a good job, you got her home safe. You know that means the world to Chan.” At the mention of their leader Jisung cried harder. 

“It’s my fault, Hyun.” Hyunjin shook his head to disagree but Jisung continued “ I should have warned Innie. I could have called him or something.” 

“Nobody blames you Sung. Not a single person in this pack would dare put you at fault for anything. You did right by your pack. Chan trusted you with her and you did what you had too. When we eventually go back home I know he will tell you the same thing.” 

That seemed to perk up the younger beta, the tears coming to a slow stop. “Y-you think so, hyung?” 

Hyunjin nodded without hesitation. “Absolutely. It will be alright.” Jisung nodded along, hugging the older boy tighter. 

Seungmin was sitting on the small sofa in the living room, observing Minho who sat a few feet away scrolling on his phone with a scowl upon his face. Seungmin wondered if now was a good time to ask just what Minhos' problem had been. It was obvious something had crawled up the elders ass but Seungmin wanted to know what. Yeah the events of today are mildly inconvenient, of course he would rather have his own bed versus an air mattress but it's really not a big deal. And Jeongin would get over it soon enough. So what was Minho's problem? 

“So what’s your deal?” 

“Huh?” Minho looked up from his phone with a confused expression. 

“I mean, I know this kinda sucks and was a shitty situation but something has been up with you since yesterday sooooooo…” Seungmin gestured with his hands for Minho to explain himself. 

The elder beta rolled his eyes, “Nothing is wrong Seungmin. It’s been a stressful day, is all.” 

“Yeah fucking right. What about yesterday? When you called Y/n a ‘situation’?” He used air quotes around ‘situation’ for emphasis. 

‘Dammit, I should have worded it better then to avoid this shit.’ Minho thought bitterly. 

“Well if you can’t fucking tell Seungmin, she has become quite the situation now, hasn’t she? Look at what happened to poor Jeongin! Not to mention Han and Changbin.” Minho had been trying to keep his voice down but couldn’t help the slight raise. 

Seungmin scoffed, “They will all be fine. Those guys are more resilient than you think they are. It was a learning experience for everyone - next time will be different.” 

“Maybe next time she can give us a fucking warning.” Minho mumbled, not intending for seungmin to hear. He did anyway. 

“So you’re gonna blame her? She just met her true mate, not to mention all the stress she’s been in ya know , having to flee her fucking entire life. So yeah I imagine her hormones are all over the place.” 

The elder beta stood in fury, “How are you just so ok with all of this?! How has none of what’s occurring bothered you?!” 

“Why would our leader -our alpha-finding his mate bother me? Why would it bother me to know we now have the missing piece of our pack? I have no issues with her. Hell, I even like her. And I can say pretty confidently that the other guys like her too. So it seems the stick is only up your ass, Minho.” Seungmin stood too, he started this argument and he won’t back down. 

It seems both guys forgot Felix was a few feet away, listening to the entire conversation with baited breath. 

He had a bad feeling this would escalate if he didn’t get involved. The small beta appeared between the two with his hands up to diffuse the tension. 

“That’s enough from you two!” Felix was trying not to tremble at his own assertiveness. 

“Felix this doesn’t concern you.” Minho tried to shoo him away. 

“My pack mates are fighting, of course it concerns me.” Felix turned to Seungmin now “Why don’t you take a walk, please. Go clear your head.” Felix gave him pleading eyes. 

Seungmin looked like he wanted to refuse but only gave a sigh and a nod before calmly walking out the door, but making a show of letting it slam behind him. 

Minho let out a breath when the younger boy had exited. Felix now had turned his attention to only Minho. “ Can we have a calm discussion about what exactly made you feel like this, min?” 

Minho sighed, plopping back into his chair and putting his head in his hands. 

“It’s not that easy, Lix. There’s so much going on in here I don’t even know where to begin.” 

Felix being the sweet boy he is, came to sit on the armrest beside the older boy, and began to rub his back in comforting circles. “ You can tell me anything. I could tell since yesterday you haven’t been yourself. I just wanna help you Min.” 

At his words Minho unloaded all his thoughts and feelings onto Felix. Every doubt, every concern, all of it. Felix listened intently, letting Min get out everything that he has been holding on too. 

“I see where you’re coming from. It’s a big sudden change for our pack. And it definitely comes with some challenges. But it’s nothing we can’t handle.” Felix was trying to help as much as he could. “I really think once we get past this hurdle, our pack will be more unified than ever!”

“Don’t take this the wrong way Felix, but I feel like you're only saying that because you want a turn with her next.” Minho griped. 

Felix looked hurt for a second but didn’t let it faze him much. “Hyung, if you got to know her I think you’d change your tune. I got to spend some real time with her yesterday and from what I've seen she is actually really great. I’m not going to sit here and lie and say there’s not an urge for me to sleep with her because there is, but if she wasn’t an omega I know I would feel the same way about her.” Felix leaned into Minho. “All I’m asking is that you give her a chance. Don’t let this one slip up ruin your relationship with her. If not for me then at least try for Chan. He’s a good leader to us and he deserves your effort.” 

Minho knew Felix was right. He didn’t want to admit it but the younger beta spoke some sense into him. There was one thing still bothering him, though. 

“What about if the Ateez pack comes for her?” 

Felix didn’t seem worried, “If they come for our omega, they will see just how strong our pack is. They won’t lay a finger on our girl.” 

“Chan would kill them first.” They spoke in unison, then looked at each other and burst into laughter. 

A/N: Finallyyyyy getting into the dirty stuff!! Also I sincerely apologize for the angst :'), it gets better!! at some point.. Thank you for reading!

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Synopsis:: Neteyam is horney and careless, so he fucks you in the open for everyone to see. Maybe his friends join.

Pairing:: Neteyam x f!omaticaya!reader

Authors note: again it's literally just smut. Neteyam is aged up around twenty same as reader!!! If you don't like exhbition of sex, do not read it.

Content warning:: mature

Word count:: 1.9k

General tags:: smut, Neteyam x reader, p in v, fucking, fingering, sex in public, sharing is caring, light exhibition of sex, choking kink

Walking around the village, I was preoccupied by the things I still had to do. Bringing the animals we hunted to the cookers and making sure they were being prepared for dinner, I went back, feeling satisfied. My feet dragged me across the central place, on my way to the hut as Neteyam came to me. His steps were hurried and fast, capturing me in his arms.

“Hey, ma fyole.” He greeted before letting me down and I grinned, turning in his arms, about to make my way to our nest. “Hey.” I said, moving my footing along the ground, stepping out of his reach. But Neteyam took a hold of my hand, whirling me back against his chest, my back pressing into his warm skin.

Neteyam pushed his body against mine, making me feel his rutting erection on my backside. He groaned quietly as he rubbed himself against me.

“Neteyam.” I said quietly, trying to look out for people coming our way. “What are you doing?” I asked, pushing him slightly away from me. His hands stayed on my hips, gripping them before bringing me forcefully back to his crotch, making his dick press into my ass.

“Baby, I need you so bad.” He mumbled and brought his canines into the side of my neck, drawing blood as he sank them into my flesh. Rutting against me, my heart beat painfully in my chest, my eyes spinning around because we were still on the central place of the village and Neteyam was literally dry humping me from behind, for anyone to see. Na'vi passed by, seeming unfazed by Neteyam's reaction, walking past us without so much as a glance.

“Been thinking about you the whole day.” He said, pushing his hand under my cloth covering my cunt, his long fingers making contact with my clit, massaging it, pressing hus thumb to the heated bud.

“Neteyam.” I breathed, my hand coming to shove his away, already curling around his forearm. He growled, cubbing my pussy with his hand, other one coming around my throat to squeeze it.

“Fuck baby, I waited the whole day, I ain’t waiting any other second.” He snarled, ripping the cloth away from me, letting it dangle of off my waist, before inserting two fingers into me.

“Teyam, everyone can see.” I mumbled, trying to hide the pleasure frizzing through my veins, crossing my legs together to hide my bare flesh.

“Let them see.” He chuckled. “Let them see, that you are mine.” He voiced out, huskily, whilst roughly parting my legs, spreading them and pushing his third finger inside me, stretching me, hitting the sweet spot inside me, making my toes curl into the hard ground beneath us. It stretched me so, so good and I was wet, my stomach feeling heady and hot all over, my walls clenching around Neteyam’s fingers. His diggits pushed in and out of me, dragging them slowly against my inner walls, making me feel every push, every single tiny movement of his fingers curling and digging inside of me, doing everything to get me as wet as possible.

“But Nete- “I whispered, trying to voice my concerns about being seen, but his hand went around my throat, squeezing hard, so that it was hard for me to breathe, eyes watering as i took in the wobbly figures crossing our path. Body shivering under his control I gasped for air, trying to show him I needed it to breathe, but he kept his forceful hold onto my neck, inserting his fingers faster into me, sending me into a frenzy of heat.

“One more word, and I will do worse than fuck you in public.” He rashed out, scissoring his fingers inside me, making me whine. “That’s more like it, my little dirty whore. Secretly liking when people can see how I push my dick inside you and fill you so good you can’t breathe. So shut the fuck up and take it.” He said, hurrying his fingers out of me, whilst bending my body forward, so he could easily thrust himself inside me with one shove. Feeling so damn full right now I wheezed, breath rushing out of my chest as Neteyam began to fuck me from behind, bringing my arms behind my back, so he could loop his under them, making me arch onto his cock, holding me in place. His feet pushed in between mine, making me spread my legs for him wider, presenting him easy access.

“So pretty.” He mumbled as he pushed into me, hard and fast, making me stumble forward if not for Neteyam to hold me back by my arms. His skin smashed against mine, creating a loud slapping sound, making me lose my mind quickly enough. The sensation of a rough fuck was nothing compared to the fact that we were still out in the middle of the central place, where everyone would gather for food, for meetings, for everything. And he was fucking me right here. My eyes darted around, heart pounding in my chest at the anxiety to be seen, heat rising into my cheeks at the humiliation of it. But I could not stop the needy whines from escaping my throat every time Neteyam forced his way inside, his dick pounding into me. My boobs whipped to the tact of his thrusts, making them a heavy weight on my front. Neteyam’s hand came down on my ass, slapping the flesh raw, leaving his handprint on it, making me yelp under his rough touch.

“Teyam.” I murmured, trying to step away from him, because he was making me feel so much at once, pain and pleasure and adrenaline and excitement and fear and humiliation. “We need to stop.” I said, breathless, a lush flush blooming across my chest and cheeks.

“Oh, but baby, we’ve only just started.” Neteyam grumbled, ramming inside me, and I swear I felt him in my stomach, filling me up with his cock without any remorse. “Just look at you, little pussy sucking in my cock so good.”

I whined as his hand came to my boobs, pushing the cloth from them and fingering the nipple of them, making it stand under the treatment, stimulating my sensitive parts. Neteyam’s balls slapped against my ass, creating a hot feeling around my backside, the flesh an angry red already. It didn’t stop Neteyam from slapping on my ass countable more times, making me whine and moan beneath him, secretly enjoying the rough side of him, domineering me. My pussy was dripping wet and I knew Neteyam knew, the damp sound every time our crotches met was enough to add to the fact. It felt so, so good and I could feel the release was near. Ramming my pelvis against his, Neteyam pushed deep inside me, my eyes widening at the hard, strong angle, making my legs quiver with the force he entered.

My breath grew uneven and loud against the silent central place, letting my whimper sound brash.

“Tey-, so close.” I moaned as he crushed my pussy with his dick, nearly making me lose my mind. Neteyam’s hand came around my throat, squeezing and titling my head back against his chest, arching me back on him even more. I mewled out, toes digging into the ground, as I suddenly heard voices.

“Neteyam- “I said, voiced panicked and loud, knowing they would come across the place to get to the other side of the village. “Neteyam, someone is coming.” I said again, more urgent, but it didn’t seem to faze him all that much, just letting him press his body against mine harder, his arms pulling mine back at him with more force, as if he thought I would escape him any second.

“I don’t care.” Neteyam panted, shoving his cock inside of me, my release nearly forgotten as my eyes darted across the place, seeing the figures rounding the corner, making my heart stop. Neteyam’s friends locked eyes with me, their eyes going from shocked to heavy gazes as they ogled at my half naked body, which was still filled up with Neteyam’s dick. They made their way over to us, making their steps slow and small, so they could look at the show they were getting. Some even cheered on Neteyam, who had a smug grin on his face, as he pushed into me, sending me closer and closer to the edge I did not want to fall over, now that someone was watching.

“Go for it Neteyam.” Itako said, grinning at me as he was bold enough to come in front of me, watching as my tits bounced with every thrust he delivered, seeing the sweat trail down my throat and on my upper lip, staring at the place where my mate and I were intimately joined. I bit my lip furiously, trying to stop my moans from escaping, as everyone of the four guys seemed fixated on the sound leaving my lips every now and then. And then Neteyam spoke.

“Itako, do me a favour and play with her clit a little. She needs it to come and I want to bring her over the edge.” I felt so damn shocked that a disbelieving noise escaped from my throat, making Neteyam and his friends laugh.

“It’s okay babe. He’s just assisting in giving you pleasure. We’re going to take good care of you. Just come for me.” He said, letting his tongue trail along my neck and a needy whine slipped past my lips. The guys clinged to the sound, Itako's hand moving itself across my sensitive bud and my legs shivered as he pressed his thumb along it, moving it in circles, spreading some of the wetness on it, before beginning with the torture.

Neteyam’s thrusts slowed, him rather fucking deep and hard, than fast and it made me slide forward with each shove, more into Itako finger rubbing my nub. Mewls left my lips, my walls quivering around Neteyam’s cock, leaving me breathless and I moaned as a shiver of pleasure moved along my body, goosebumps covering my skin. Neteyam slapped onto my butt again, making the flesh wiggle underneath his grip, as he shoved it out of the way for better, deeper access.

“That’s it baby.” Neteyam murmured, not even fazed by the presence of his friends, just continuing to fuck me. My moans grew louder, and I knew I couldn’t hold any longer, especially when Neteyam moved from deep and hard to fast shoves. It made my body quiver in his arms and with one last flick on my clit from Neteyam’s friend I came hard onto Neteyam’s cock, my muscles tensing up as I came, feeling wetness between my legs squirting out, making me lose control over my body for several seconds before coming down from my high, feeling Neteyam’s pulsating cock inside me, filling me up with his cum. As he pulled out, I felt limp in his arms, breath uneven and hard, as my pussy still clenched around nothing, feeling both of our cum joining together at my cunt, leaving everything creamy and damp.

Neteyam took me in his arms, talking praise as his friend said their goodbyes, telling him they would see him soon.

“You were such a good girl, babe. Fuck, so good. Even taking Itako’s hand whilst fucking me. So brave, baby.” He mumbled as he walked us to our nest, laying me down before laying next to me.

His lips latched onto mine softly and I knew I couldn’t be mad at him, knowing it had felt good all along. I knew Neteyam’s friends had talked about me being his mate a lot, probably including our sex. But I found myself actually liking the idea of Neteyam talking about me, naked and ready for him, only for him, others only able to touch me if he allowed.

“They wanted to see you.” He said, confirming my suspicion, making me grin.

“Hopefully I impressed.” I said, leaning into his touch.

“They better fucking are, because I won’t share you again.”

“Hmm. Fuck me any way you want, Teyam. I will always love you either way.”

“And I you, y/n.”

[bippiti]

anla j.s

anla [trv] — to yearn for

synopsis when jake goes through the heat for the first time, who's better to go to than you?

pairing na'vi! jake sully x omaticayan! gn afab reader

things to note set in the first movie, the reader takes neytiris role & teaches him the omaticayan ways

wc 1k

when jake was first learning the omaticayan ways, he would often come to you with different questions and thoughts. He'd ask you about the plants, the forest, the food, and more. even after he became fully na'vi, he'd find you with more inquiries.

but when he found you deep in the forest, you knew something was amiss. you could feel the heat radiating off of him and see the sweat covering his forehead; his hands were shaking as he bought them toward you

jake was a mess. he had been riding his ikran when he felt this wave of something hit him. he felt warmth spread over his body, and as he got off, he only had one person on his mind.

you.

and now that he had found you, his head was getting light. seeing you, your hips, your face, your eyes.. it was too much. you were too much.

you knew what was wrong almost immediately; males that are of age but haven't yet mated go through tìsom. it's eywas attempt to push them to who they are meant to be with. apparently, it was you. you couldn't deny the feelings you had for jake. spending almost every day together for the last few months, you had found yourself falling for the dreamwalker. that didn't matter right now; you had to take care of him.

he knew you were trying to explain something to him, but it was falling on deaf ears. all he could think about was you. how you'd look without your loincloth on. how you'd look on top of him. how you'd sound while he-

you clapped in front of his face, pulling him out of his thoughts, and you sighed. him finding you was a sign from eywa; you couldn't just ignore it. standing up, you grabbed jake as you made your way to the tree of voices. once you got there, you kneeled among the purple and blue flowers.

"you finding me while you're in tìsom was a sign from eywa jake. it means that we are meant to be mates. my heart has already chosen you, but you must choose me too" you look up at him, tail moving faster than you'd like it too. you were nervous, but you doubt he'd pick it up in the state that he's in.

"I've already chosen you, too," he whispered, bringing his hand up to your cheek. you welcomed the warmth and grabbed your queue. following you, he did the same. as you made tsaheylu, you closed your eyes. you could feel him, feel the warmth spreading across your chest, into your stomach as you began to get drunk off him.

you connected lips, his tongue brushed yours as you began to grind down onto him. his hands fell down to your waist, and you could feel his nails press into your skin; the crescents they formed were a welcomed pain. your moans were silenced as his lips began a feverish assault on your lips. he was rough. too preoccupied, you didn't notice his hands snake to the knot in your top, silently undoing it. once you felt it become loose you shrugged it off, and he took a moment to bask. he finally had you. you in your full glory. lips puffed, eyes glossy, he had you.

seeing the way he was watching you brought back memories of when you had begun to teach him

jake was still new to pandora, a baby. in your words, at least. whenever he was walking in the forest, he was mesmerized. apparently, on earth, they had lost most of their greenery, much of it being synthetic and chemically engineered. he would reach his hands up to touch the Loreyu and would always smile when they would collapse into themselves. his childlike awe of pandora only increased over time. Pandora was a gift that kept on giving, and its beauty never ceased to amaze him.

you were the best thing pandora had given him. you were his home; he never had to be afraid of you judging him. no matter how stupid his questions or rash his decisions, you would be there with him. and now that he had you on top of him, kissing him, he could die a happy man.

the kisses he left on your neck began to trail down to your collarbone, leaving purple marks in their wake. as he trailed his lips down to your chest, swirling circles onto your nipples and massaging the other. your breathing started to get uneven, and your hips started pressing onto him harsher. you let out a moan as he bit down. the smirk on his face was evident as he brought you down onto the cool soil. he continued his path down, past your naval and stopping at your hips.

he glanced up at you, hands still on either side of you. a silent ask for permission. you raised your hips, and that was all he needed. he hastily began to undo the knot, groaning when he was met with the smell of you. he couldn't wait; he needed to be inside you

your breathing got uneven as he started rubbing his tip up n down your folds, collecting your slick. you felt yourself become full as he slowly pushed himself inside you

-

you don’t know how long jake had had you pressed into the soil, you honestly couldn’t care. you had cum more times than you could count, and his pace was unrelenting. with each thrust of his hips he met your cervix, and you felt your head grow light at the feeling.

his fingers dug into your hips as his pace began to accelerate again. you felt the familiar coil forming in your stomach as you moaned out.

jake brought his head down to your ear as he began to whisper sweet nothings to you; each thrust had you seeing stars, and as you let go you felt him coating your walls

-

as you were settling in with your new life with jake, you hadn’t been feeling the best, you had become faint many a time and food you used to love suddenly tasted like ash

you had gone to your mother the tsa’hik about it, and after a prick on your neck you looked up to see her smiling at you

eywa had given you another gift

an pls lmk what you think! likes, comments n rb r always appreciated🫶

tags @stevesdick @ellabellabus07 @neytirls @your-left-sock @xferik

[mummydommythe3rd]

Once again, this story features a real image and true story from @soft-honey-sub5 and @soft-honey-dom2

"What's wrong sweetie, is there something yucky in your diaper? Did someone have an accident?"

You blushed and shivered with humiliation despite the burning hot sauce-laden oatmeal they'd stuffed into the back of your diaper.

"Is it burning?"

You nodded and bit hard in your pacifier. The heat seemed to increase with every second.

"Good! That means it's working! Soon you'll have learned an important lesson!"

You just whimpered and sucked a little harder on your pacifier. They were right. You'd taken your diaper off without permission to avoid a mess, and now you were quickly learning that there were FAR worse things that could be in your diaper.

"Does it burn...here?" They asked, pressing hard into the seat of your diaper.

"MMGHGHGHL!" You screamed into your pacifier as a massive amount of burning, spicy mush squished upward inbetween your burning cheeks, filling them completely. You pawed uselessly at the full diaper, but your fluffy mittens just slid uselessly off the slick rubber diaper cover.

"Have you learned your lesson?" They asked.

You nodded emphatically, tears starting to form in your eyes as you felt your skin blaze with a rapidly forming diaper rash. You'd do and say anything to escape this hell.

"Oh, you might think you've learned your lesson, but these things take time. We'll see if you think babies should remove their own diapers tomorrow morning."

"Tomhgollow?!" You gasped around the rubber bulb. Surely they wouldn't keep you in this torturous state overnight! They had to be joking!

"At least, baby. If you're good I'll let you go into the store to buy some diaper rash cream. Afterwards maybe you can take it off!"

You felt like you were falling. You already knew that tomorrow morning you'd be waddling into the pharmacy to buy the awful cream...and everyone would know it was for you. It'd be hard not to, what with the massive squishy bulge around your crotch.

You felt like kicking, screaming, thrashing, ANYTHING, but every move you made just shifted the burning mush, rubbing it deeper into your sensitive skin. One thing was certain. You wouldn't EVER even DREAM of removing your diaper again!

[bagopucks]

T. Zegras - Stand By Me

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Trevor Zegras x Reader, platonic Jamie involved in one bit.

Requested✨

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning(s); general angst, the reader has an auto immune disease called lupus, one mention of blood, sorta-kinda-maybe smut if you squint.. but like.. not really.

I did some research, but because I didn’t want to cross any boundaries and be too wrong, I didn’t go into much depth over anything. I listened to too much Billy Joel while writing this. I’ve decided Billy Joel love ballads go well with Trev.

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Trevor Zegras as the world knew him:

The aggressive, egotistical, hotshot hockey player. Rough and tumble, always mouthy. The loud, constantly moving, big expressions and huge personality kind of guy.

Trevor as I knew him:

A kind, gentle, considerate boy. Who made sure he set my pill organizer out for me every morning before he went to practice. Who made sure we were always stocked up on prescribed lotions and ice packs. And would spring up from the couch at the first sign of a fever. And learned how to cook on nights when I was in so much pain I could hardly move.

It took forever to get officially diagnosed with lupus. Trevor had been there from the beginning, when symptoms first began. At first, we hadn’t thought much of it. I passed off body aches for period or ovulation issues. I assumed the rashes were allergic reactions, and the fevers were just random waves of California heat. We had been oblivious. When things got worse, I began seeing a doctor.

Test after test had been run through. I was prescribed various medications, some of which helped and others didn’t. But the ones that did help, never lasted long. Eventually, it got to the point that Trevor feared leaving me home alone. Especially on the days he would wake up, and I would be unable to pull myself out of bed. I hated it. He hated it. We feared the unknown.

As much as it overwhelmed me, I knew it overwhelmed Trevor too. All the road trips, calling me, feeling horrible for leaving and saying how he wanted me to call somebody at home if I needed them. He was scared, but it was knowing he wasn’t in control that freaked him out. I assumed that’s why he became so observant and vigilant when we finally did get a diagnosis. Because at last, he could control things. Not everything, but some things.

Trevor hadn’t been home the day I got the diagnosis from my doctor, but it gave me time to really figure things out on my own. I knew little about the autoimmune disease, and as much as I loved Trevor, I knew his endless questions would only overwhelm me more than this new information already did. So I did my own research, allowed myself time to process and cry. Come to terms, and eventually begin working on a game plan for myself.

When Trevor did come home, it was a process of sitting him down on the couch and talking him through it all with everything organized on my laptop. Trevor tried so hard to understand, but I knew it would be a lot of trial and visual learning for him. And I had been right.

“So.. so, this is what you have?” He pointed to the computer screen. I nodded. “And.. it’s permanent?”

“Yeah, babe.” Trevor nodded. He tried to understand. What did autoimmune mean? What was Lupus? Why did it have to have so many big words attached to it?

“So.. where does all the treatment start?”

“Do you have to take medicines?”

“Are you gonna be okay?”

“We can still be together, right?”

“This is a lot.”

I answered most of the questions, at least the ones I knew answers to. The others I promised to answer when I knew what to say.

Trevor got so tense with himself when he was home. We used to be a pretty rambunctious couple, but after I got prescribed blood thinners, and the body aches got worse, a lot of that changed. Trevor became far more timid around me, and at first he was as gentle as a toddler when touching a newborn baby. I helped set the pace for what was okay and what wasn’t.

“T, lemme see that ribbon.” I reached across the living room floor. I tried to snatch up the red ribbon before his hand flew out to take it.

“Let me curl the ribbon.” Something I had always done during Christmases. But it involved open scissors.

“Trevor, it’s fine…”

“Yeah but.. what if you cut yourself? Just teach me how to do it.”

Outside and inside of the bedroom, we set paces together.

“Should I- maybe…” Trevor shifted, causing me to groan. Worst time to ask questions is when you’re already in somebody.

“Trevor.. you don’t have to be so gentle.” I reached up to rest a hand on his forearm. “Why don’t I take the lead this time?” He relented and turned us over. He feared hurting me even when he didn’t do much.

“I’ll be fine, okay? Just pay attention. I promise I’ll tell you if it ever hurts, or if something is wrong.”

I’d always told Trevor that he did extremely well, but he wasn’t perfect. I didn’t expect him to be. And accidents happened.

“Babe?” Sometimes the rashes simply broke out over night.

“Trevor, Shh.” I tried to roll away from him, but when his fingers ghosted over the irritated skin on my face, I gasped at the feeling.

“Fuck- T!” I scolded, my eyes opened immediately.

He hated when he felt like he messed up. I hated when I scolded him for things he didn’t mean to do.

“…I told Jamie you weren’t feeling good anyway, so he went out without us.” Trevor had been rambling for a while, both of us in the bathroom doing our own thing. He was busy grabbing an extra roll of paper towels from the cabinet under the sink. I was trying to brush my teeth. I attempted to step out of the way when Trevor harshly pushed the cabinet door shut, but the corner skinned my calf anyway. I gasped, and managed to choke on toothpaste in the process.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” Trevor was frantic all evening over my leg, apologizing over and over. After we got the arguably minimal amount of bleeding to stop, he still peeled back the bandages every so often to make sure everything was okay. I had to tell Trevor we were wasting bandaids.

The days when I felt absolutely disgusted with myself were the worst. I hadn’t lost all my hair, but it certainly thinned. And I hated looking in mirrors when my rashes got so bad that my skin would crack and bleed. Showers became hell. Trevor started to take them with me more often.

“It’s okay, baby.” He ran his hands through my hair, never commenting on the tiny strands that would remain on his hands long after he pulled them away. I stood tucked into his chest, arms folded up between us, fully enveloped by him.

My flawless boyfriend.

“I know it irritates.” Washing my body was the hardest on days when the rashes were all over. The dry skin never took well to the water, even if it provided a momentary relief.

There were days Trevor wouldn’t even bother with a washcloth. He would put the body wash on his hands and run them over my body from top to bottom. It made me cry. I would never understand how one emotion caused him to completely shift his personality around me.

Love was a powerful feeling, I suppose.

Love turned Trevor from a rambunctious loud, abrasive guy. Into a completely devoted and caring man. A gentle, expressive, and considerate man.

“We’re almost done,” he whispered as he ran his hands down my legs, kissing the patchy skin on my calves and ankles. I found the rashes were always the worst on my ankles after I wore shoes for long periods of time. The tongues of said shoes always rubbed my skin uncomfortably. I had to buy longer socks to help with that.

After Trevor finished lathering my body in wash, he’d trail his hands back up and all over. Sometimes I was lucky enough to sit on the lip of the tub while he shaved my legs. Times when my body hurt too bad to stand very long, or even bend over, he offered to help. Those moments he often found it easiest to make jokes and cheer me up.

“Haven’t mowed the lawn in a long time, eh?” He mumbled with a cheeky grin as he knelt in front of me, pulling my foot up onto his thigh while the other hand reached for my shaving cream. I giggled and ruffled his wet hair. Sometimes I found his comments embarrassing, but he was a guy. He was bound to find the weirdest statements amusing.

“I love you so much, T.” I whispered while his nose was scrunched and his brow was furrowed, face inches from my knee as he tried hard not to cut it with the razor. Hands that used to pinch and gently smack me when he was teasing or play fighting. Hands that used to throw me around like a rag doll after I challenged him to a wrestling match, now so light and tender. Like I was fine china.

Trevor also learned that dab-drying worked better for my skin than rubbing the towel all over my body after showers. It got the job of drying done, but it was far easier on my body.

I loved the tactic, but what I loved even more was the little sounds he’d make while he did it. They always made me laugh. Trevor always found a way to make our abnormal routines funny or cute. He always wanted to distract me from the fact that our lives were different.

After he’d finish drying my body, he’d whisk me away into the bedroom and how I felt usually dictated what we did next.

If I was tired, we’d take a nap. In pain, he’d give me one hell of a massage. The occasions I ended up horny? Trevor fixed that too.

And through Trevor’s learning, Jamie picked up on things too. When Trevor was on road trips and I was stuck with Jame, I learned I could lean on him. He was always one call away when I needed him. Even if it meant yelling across the house.

“Jamie!”

“I’m coming!” His thudding and rushed footsteps always endeared me.

“Hey!”

At times he’d find me on the floor.

“Hey, what happened?” He rushed to my side, helped me up slowly, and assured himself that I wasn’t injured.

“Guess I just can’t walk today…” I mumbled, embarrassed. The joint pain was always the worst to handle when I needed to be active.

“Alright.. what do you need to me to do?”

I found that Jamie was still on the ‘what do you needs?’ While Trevor already knew seconds in advance. And Trevor was far more confident with my illness than Jamie was.

He’d often text Trevor on my bad days to let him know. He’d also sit with me on the couch, never too touchy, not wanting to cross any lines. But when we’d sit at opposite ends -watching anything on the tv- occasionally, he’d pull my feet into his lap and gently rub them or my legs.

When Trevor would return from those long road trips, he’d always see me and tend to my needs and profess his love, before asking if I needed new pills, or if I needed him to stop by the store for anything. He’d been a domestic disaster before I got my diagnosis. Now, he was one of the most domestic guys I knew.

“This is it? Everything on this list?”

“All the groceries we need for the week. Yup.”

“Okay.. did you ask Jamie if he wanted anything?” I smiled and nodded. We were always taking care of Jamie.

“The store bought cookies are for him. And the purple Gatorade.”

“Okay. I’ll be back. Then I’m making dinner.”

Those words brought a huge smile to my face.

“Can’t wait, Trev.”

Sometimes I would go with him, but only on days when I felt on top of the world. Usually I tried to spend those days going out, but Trevor was always afraid I’d overdo it.

On those good days when he turned out to be right, he never told me so, or shook his head or laughed at me. He’d simply welcome me home with open arms and a sympathetic expression. Because he knew how much I missed my normality. How much I missed my old life.

And often times when I dwelled too much on that, he was always there.

“You’re beautiful. And I love you so much. And I’m happy with where we are right now. I’m happy to look after you, and love on you, and I’m happy you let me stand by you.”

His confessions were often spoken whispers in the darkness of our bedroom at night. Or on the rooftop. He hated when I went up there alone, but he still found me there from time to time.

He sat behind me, pulled me against his back between his legs, and wrapped his arms around me.

“We’re doing this together. I’ve been here from day one, and I’m not leaving now. I’m already in too deep.” He smiled. His breathy laugh would make me giggle.

“I’ve already seen too much.” He added with a playful touch of horror in his tone. I reached behind myself to slap his chest. I knew he was genuine. I knew he loved me. And I hoped he would never leave me. He always told me he was there until our last days on this earth. Until we both ceased to exist.

“I promise I’m sticking around. Me and Jambo. But mostly me.”

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[sillygayrants]

Eddie came into family video everyday to talk to Robin. It was a regular occurrence. It started off every week or so, and then every couple of days, and now he was bringing her lunch. Every. Single. Day. Steve thought this was unacceptable.

Now he knew that Robin was his best friend, and she was allowed to like other people just fine, but there was something about Eddie that itched under his skin, like a bad rash he couldn’t get rid of, or a heat pooling at the pit of his stomach.

He would walk into the store everyday at 1:30 on the dot, not a minute earlier or later, with a brown bag that said “Robin, my love” or “my beautiful wife”, or something just as stupid, and he always passed it to Robin with a big, stupid, idiotic smile on his face and she would always give him a little peck on the check as a thank you.

He would lean over and rest his stupid forearms on the desktop, showing off his stupid tattoos and all his stupid rings and bracelets. The latter clanging around while he made extravagant movements to match extravagant stories.

Sometimes he would play with his hair, or twiddle with a necklace, or run his fingers up and down his forearm. Steve was starting to realise he paid a lot more attention to Eddie than to, well, anything else.

Everything had been normal, up until the day it was 1:39, and Eddie hadn’t shown up.

Steve wasn’t worried, he refused to be, he just sat there at the cash register and thought about whatever it is he usually thought about that didn’t include Eddie, which he found wasn’t a lot.

So of course, he didn’t breathe a sigh of relief when the sound of jangling bracelets and big platform boots came tumbling through the door.

Steve looked up, expecting the usual sight of big brown eyes staring towards Robin, waiting to tell her his most recent adventure, and instead found those eyes on a a beeline straight for him, and arms holding two large paper bags.

Eddie dumped one of the bags right on the counter in front of Steve, who strained his eyes to read the “stevie, baby” written on the side of the bag, with a little cartoon heart next to it.

“I never see you eat lunch.”

Steve realised he hadn’t said anything for at least 30 seconds before he head Eddie say that. He looked up at him. “What?”

“I’m in here everyday, at lunch time, and you never eat, just sit there. I’ve been coming here for 3 months for godsake, how have you not withered away, turned to stone and dust.” That last bit was accompanied by flailing arms.

Steve was in shock, his mouth felt too dry to speak and his belly was doing that stupid thing it did whenever Eddie showed up, but this time 10 times fast.

“Eddie,” he finally managed to get out, “my lunch break is at 12, I’ve, uh, already eaten.”

Big doe eyes widened impossibly further “oh.”

There was a weird silence, one that shouldn’t be weird. If it were any other one of his friends he would’ve laughed it off by now or simply just taken and eaten the food, but then again, none of his other friends were Eddie.

“I’ll just put it back in the fridge at home, it’ll be leftovers for me” Eddie said and hands reached out to pick the bag right back up before Steve’s hand was on his forarm, and he took the bag right back.

“Is that chicken? I can smell chicken.”

“Yeah it’s a chicken sandwich, I made it with mayo and there’s some salad on the side if you wanted it”

Steve stared up at Eddie again, who was now playing with his hair.

“You made it?” Steve’s mouth felt dry.

Eddie just nodded, and watched Steve reach into the bag and pull out the food, talking a bite out of the sandwich and humming approvingly.

“It’s really good, thanks man. You did a perfect job on the chicken to mayo ratio, like PERFECT”

Eddies cheeks dusted pink and he was now making little plaiting motions in his hair.

Steve wasn’t sure when the little thing his belly did when Eddie was around had become a comfortable warmth spread throughout his body, something almost easing, or soothing might be the word for it. Whatever it was, Steve liked it.

They just stared at eachother, an unspoken pact or, something, that this was nice, that they could get used to this.

Until there was a voice to the left of Steve speaking up, “I’d like my food now dickwad”

(P.s GUYS IM SORRY IF THE END IS RUSHED I LOWK DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT PLEASE TELL ME OR REPOST AND GIVE TIPS. Anyway this started off as a completely different plot line and I completely spiralled off so now I need to go write something about that 😖😖)

[ohforficsakelibrary]

Dominica

Summary: He’s like this sometimes. When his demons curl their talon-tipped fingers into the back of his skull. That’s when he replaces them with yours.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!Reader (OC forthcoming)

Word Count: ~1K

Rating: Explicit 18+ (smut) / Minors DNI

A/N: This was itching at the back of my brain and when I finally wrote it I realized that I hadn't so much written the reader as I had a character that I cooked up over a decade ago. So enjoy living in her skin for a moment? More to come if you'd like. Series started over here.

“Frankie, Frankie, Francisc-OH…”

Words panted into the night. Sent up like a prayer to a god who had unceremoniously abandoned you both at the moment of birth.

More trouble than they’re worth, these two.

Frankie has you folded between him and the wall in a filthy back-alley behind a bar in Dominica, air so thick with the humid scent of garbage that you’d choke if Frankie’s cock wasn’t hitting just so.

Thigh hiked high on his hip, one of his massive hands splayed across your lower back as nails of the other fight to cut ruts into the cinder block beside your head.

Meeting his thrusts as best you can with what little space he leaves you.

His teeth are clenched so tight that they threaten to crack if you don’t first.

He’s like this sometimes. When his demons curl their talon-tipped fingers into the back of his skull.

That’s when he replaces them with yours.

One hand scratches at his scalp while the other braces against his shoulder.

Not to stop him, you’d need only to say the word.

For delicious leverage, my dear.

He needs the fight in moments like this.

I have a lady. And a baby. He’d breathed into your mouth the first time this had happened, his statement punctuated by the clink of his belt buckle.

And I have a man more dangerous than you.

But does he make you moan like this? Frankie had leaned over you, strong fingers slipping through your slick until a cry ripped from the back of your throat.

Does he love that pretty mouth like I do, princesa?

Don’t call me that, Francisco.

Does he need to open you up like this, gatita? He had slipped his tongue into your mouth and two fingers inside your aching heat as you purred a smile against plush lips.

No.

No, Frankie holds that record. 

But Frankie knew what he was doing all those months ago. Moving slowly, tentatively then. One delicious inch more with every roll of his hips until he had nothing left to give.

As is Frankie’s way.

But the way he’s rutting against you now brands you with the texture of the wall. Hard enough to scrape a rash into skin.

Surely his knuckles must be raw where strong fingers have moved to cradle your skull.

“Gatita.”

“Frankie.”

He grunts your name, the one he knows you by, in response and buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“Come for me baby. You take me so well. Let me feel that pretty pussy. Gatita, come for me. Let me feel how much you want me inside of you. Make me…” Frankie babbles into your ear between nips at your damp skin.

Make him. Unmake him. It's all the same.

You breathe his name as he thrusts to the hilt, grinding his hips against yours to press his pubic bone against your clit, hand clamped over your mouth now because he knows you’re incapable of being quiet in the seconds before you start to clench around him. He keeps you there with little circles until he feels you grasp fistfuls of his hair and gasp against his fingerprints.

He waits until that first flutter before he lets go. Slamming into you three, four, five more times before a cry rips from his throat, loud enough to deafen you to the music on the other side of the wall.

He’s incapable of being quiet too.

You didn’t forget. You wanted to hear it.

The shattering.

He lets out a few more groans with each subsequent stutter of his hips, each softer and more breathless than the one before.

You indulge him, allowing a moment to bury his nose in the dip at the base of your throat, humid breath dampening the black cotton of your sleeveless t-shirt.

If you could stay like this, god you would. A moment stolen is a moment earned. But you’re both half-naked in an alley with one gun and two knives between you and only one of you has the coveted Stars and Bars’ Get out of Jail Free or Risk International Incident card this go round.

And it’s not Frankie. Frankie has a girlfriend and a kid and a coke problem.

Actually, two of those things are gone, and they took the third with them.

“We should,” you start, running a hand through ash brown curls. Bringing him back from wherever you sent him.

“Yeah,” he huffs.

“Pope will be wonderi…”

“Pope will be wrapped around some girl whose name he can’t remember,” Frankie mutters before an obscene sound chases the words from his throat as he pulls out of your gripping heat.

You always try to keep me there, gatita. He’d told you once.

Apparently your cunt is a little bit in love.

Your head wasn’t convinced.

Your heart wasn’t allowed a say.

He lets your leg down but keeps his hands on your hips, careful to be sure you’ve got your feet. You quickly step back into the other leg of your shorts, shimmying your underwear up to catch the drips of him before they sluice down your thighs. Your fingers dig into his back pocket for your packet of Parliaments as he fastens his belt, popping one between his plush lips before giving him a light as he tucks himself in.

You had excused yourself for a smoke and Frankie had excused himself with the excuse of bumming one.

If you went back in smelling of each other instead of tobacco, well. You wouldn’t be the ghost Santi’s contacts whisper about.

Attention to detail did that.

Frankie passes the cigarette to your lips as you make sure your pockets are tucked while he combs his fingers through your hair to smooth you out.

“Seven minutes,” you exhale with smoke as you look up from your watch. “Not bad, Francisco.”

He’s earned the cigarette back.

“Punctuality is a virtue,” he murmurs as the cigarette dangles from the corner of his mouth.

“That’s patience.”

“Nah, wasn’t good at that one.”

The grin that spreads across your face warms his blood far better than humid night air. You fit his cheeks in your hands to better drink from liquid brown eyes and guide him to your mouth once again.

Francisco.

Here. In this moment. For right now.

Your Francisco.

_____

Santiago looks up from where he has his arm around a lovely young woman’s shoulders when you both return to the table.

A lovely young woman who wasn’t there nine minutes ago.

“You’re a little sweaty there, Fish.”

“It’s fuckin’ hot out there, Pope.” Frankie mimics his tone as he flops into his plastic chair and stares the other man down.

Your eyes flit between the men before you knock your knuckles against the table to snap them out of it.

“I got the next round, boys. Whatchya got here, sweetheart?” You ask pointing to Santi’s acquaintance’s glass.

“Mount Gay with Coke.”

“Done.”

“You didn’t ask what we want,” Santi whines.

“Tequila with a side of Corona and lime,” you toss over your shoulder on the way to the bar.

“She’s good.”

Frankie nearly chokes on warm beer.

You’ll never know how good, brother.

You’ll never fuckin’ know.

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[biteofcherry]

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Petals

Bucky Barnes x female reader

summary: When cleaning post mission scene you notice seemingly innocent, but fascinating flowers. Getting close to them results in something worse than a rash. 

warnings: sex pollen; slight dub-con due to sex pollen (but otherwise consented); unprotected sex; fingering;

Fringe Benefit Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x female reader x Steve Rogers; stucky x female reader

summary: You hope that your solid plan to pay back your brother’s debt will be accepted by the dangerous businessmen slash mobsters. Steve and Bucky see holes in your plan and offer you a different solution.

warnings: dark Steve Rogers dark Bucky Barnes; dub-con; manipulation; forced orgasm; blowjob; deepthroating; power imbalance; explicit sexual situations; praise kink; breeding kink;

Ruby Deux Masterlist

Dom!Bucky Barnes x submissive reader x Dom!Curtis Everett

summary: It was always hard for any partner of yours to accept that though you were sweet and nurturing, and soft all around, you had desires that were anything like it. Tenderness and gentle love making rarely worked for you, as your mind always flew away to fantasies of being chased and forced and taken in most primal ways. You knew the community of Ruby Garden won’t be judgmental of your desires and you hoped to find a play partner who would match with at least a dose of it. You never expected to find yourself trapped between two beefy men, who make your fantasies seem bland compared to the reality of primal, raw way they take you.

warnings: D/s dynamic; power imabalnce; primal kink; chase kink; DPing;

Echo that thunders

Bucky Barnes x female reader

summary: The life you and Bucky built has crumbled. Or so you think. But maybe some ruins can be reconstructed, if true love is given a chance?

warnings: angst; lots of feels; hurt/comfort; divorced couple; mention of past infidelity; marital problems; both Reader and Bucky are self-blaming and self-punishing idiots; and obviously are still deeply in love; they need therapy and I encourage that; reconciling intimacy

A splash of courage

Bucky Barnes x female reader

summary: Getting caught in the rain with Bucky.

warnings: none! 😱 a tiny dose of nudity and a hint at smut, but overall it’s just pure, sweet fluff

Filled Mission

Bucky Barnes x female reader

summary: You catch baby fever after holding baby Morgan. Bucky can’t say no to your needy pleading for long.

warnings: none; pure fluff with lots of terrible puns; mentioned breeding kink, but nothing explicit happens

untitled mountain guide Bucky Barnes drabble

Bucky Barnes x female reader

prompt: “You stole all the covers and got me cold, so it’s only fair I steal your underwear and get warm inside you"

Demolition Duo Masterlist

Ari Levinson x reader x Bucky Barnes

summary: Ari and Bucky are your friends, but this summer they push your friendship a little further. You feel helpless against them, but do you even really want to fight them?

warnings: power imbalance; dominant Ari Levinson; dominant Bucky Barnes; slight degradation; consensual (sliiightly edging on dub-con)

Just the tip

Bucky Barnex x female reader

summary: The night before Bucky ships off to war, you spend the night together.

warnings: unprotected sex; barebacking; Bucky is a lethal charmer

Summer Entrees Masterlist

summary: A triptych of three summer drabbles focusing on heat-induced, pool fun. Each drabble is with a different character.

Bucky + What do you like? drabble

Pic inspired drabble

[nightinjapan]

❄Aw this was so fun and sweet to make!❄ ❄Thx for the ask, Anon^^❄ ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡ ❄Warnings: Unprotected sex, Cock warming, Dom!//but sweet^^//Pro Hero! Deku, squirting, cream pie (s), idek LMAO

♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡ ❄Winter Love~ ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡ Izuku opens the front door entering his shared apartment with you. He had brought in a few bags of groceries and some snacks you requested. He wore two jackets because he hated being cold and it was a pure blizzard in Japan tonight . "I'm home!" He yelled in his usual cheerful tone but it was clear he was freezing cold. You jumped up from the bed and ran to him like a child "Izuku!" you hugged him tightly not caring about the snow on him "How did you get home?! The storm is so bad, are you ok?!" You worried for him when he came back as always. It could be summer and you'd ask him if he got a heat rash or something. You knew being with the number one would make you this way and you hopped he didn't mind it. He took off his jacket layers so he could wrap his strong arms around your body properly. "Oh I uhh.. I took the bus.. but I stopped at the store to get a few things and walked the rest of the way.." he held the back of your head placing a tender kiss on your cheek with a whisper "I missed you!" You smile and after his soft lips met your cheek you melt.. There isn't anything in the world better than his kisses and hugs and cuddles and- HIM "I missed you too..." the wind hits the windows again making that sound you hate and you hide your face on his chest "w-when will the storm stop..?" he just walked in and you barely even let him leave his things at the door. You're spoiled and he loves all of it. He kisses your forehead and after putting away the groceries he picks you up walking to your shared room. He's a very cuddly person. He loves the feeling of your embrace. He sets you down onto the bed "I haven't seen you all day and I wanna cuddle.." he pouts climbing into the bed with you. You opened your arms making grabby hands after pausing the TV and turning it off "Gimmie my number one big baby" He smiled softly as he cuddled into your soft chest warming up to your embrace "mmmn.." he hummed softly. You smile and wrap your arm around his neck and put a hand on the back of his head "my 'zuku..." you coo out softly. As you were about to wrap your lefts around him you notice something... You're wet... your eyes widen a bit as you close your legs trying to think of why you're so turned on my cuddling and it makes you feel like a pervert... But then you look down at Izuku's body... All close to you... His welcoming sent and soft skin touching yours.. You're in heaven... You just pull the comforter over you both so he wouldn't notice what was going on. He looked up at you clueless as to what was on your mind. Little did you know he was thinking the same. His hand made it's way down your waist "I'm cold too.." he whispered as he kissed you softly before pulling back to speak "Mind Warming me up..?~" he raised a brow referring to intimacy. You two obviously know each other like the back of your hands.. especially what you're both into in bed. Izuku is surprisingly a freak in the sheets but.. he wanted to take it easy for tonight. You don't know nor understand how this man can read your mind but he always does some how. You blush softly and move your hand that was resting on his soft grass like hair "Of course not..~" you remove your panties and go to pull his boxers down just enough so that his beautiful cock is let free "It'll cost you though..~" you teasingly say and are honestly messing with him. He looked over at you with a pout "I bought you snacks thoughh!" He playfully whined resting a hand on your thigh. You sigh and roll your eyes. You can never resist his pout face "ugggh... Why do you have to be so cute?- yeah you did.. Alright you win.." you smile at the little play time you two just had but get back to work. Shifting so you're ready to go. After kissing his soft freckled cheek you grab his length aiming it to your wet entrance and slowly start to go down on him with huffs and soft moans "h-hnnah..~ mmmm...~"

He lifted his chest with a soft moan as he pulls you down, his body shivers "s-so warm..~~" he huffed "s-stay just like this.. don't move yet.." he seemed to really enjoy just feeling your walls engulfing him. You get surprised off this but after your hips meet you stay there panting softly from how big he is. Your walls fluttering round him and you always wonder how your little cunt takes him on fully. Of course he had to train and molt your pussy to be his but even still it surprises you "m-mmmmh...~ aaaaaahhh...~ mm...~ 'L-Love you..~" you kiss his lips softly. He presses his lips against yours making his way down to your neck "Mmmn.. Love you s-so much..~~" "love y-ou more...~" You enjoy this moment of embrace because who knows what tomorrow holds.. What if he has to go on another month to 5 month mission? He came back to you today but what if...- Just what if.... with out knowing as you go into deep thought of the negative you hold onto him a bit tighter as your eyes start to fill with tears you lowly sniff and start to hiccup because of it... You try to keep these sounds down but it was already heard by him. He softly rubs your back "(Y/n)..? Baby..?" He took notice to your sudden distress and held you closer wrapping his strong thighs around you keeping you in place as he ran his fingers through your hair "Shhh.. you're okay.. You're alright.." he comforted you with his soft words, You wipe your tears and melt into him again. "'m...s..sOrry.." you look at him and hold his cheek "you're s-so... you just..." you exhale "such an angel... I.... don't ever w-want'lose you.."

His eyes widen before he looks at you sympathetically "Love.. that won't ever happen.. I'll never, ever leave your side.." he cups your cheek "I will stay.. and I will fight with you until we retire.. and even then I'll still be here.. always.. even far apart we are still together.. in here.." the hand on your cheek moved to where your heart is. That touched your heart so much that you have to bite your lip in effort to not sob on him "oh, Izuku..." you start to smile softly "sometimes I... feel like I'm just dreaming..." You put your hands on his chest "there's no way you're real... you're too good for this world and for me...." you let out a slight laugh still trying to stop your previous emotions you both nuzzle noses lightly for a second. He let's out a soft chuckle "likewise.. sometimes I think you're too good for me.. but.." he grinds slightly up against you with a soft moan "I'm the luckiest man on earth to have you.. I'm so lucky that you're mine..~" his voice became slightly higher and more erotic. "hah..~" You get reactivated lust being your only feeling as all your worries start going away remembering your man is inside you. You start to whine wanting him to move more "hmmnn...~ Izzy...~" you say in a pleading tone. He leans into your ear with a soft and desperate whine. He spoke "Ride me, Baby..~" he held your hips with his scarred but gentle hands. You feel a shiver go down your spine as you let out a tiny moan from his demand. You move an inch and it made him brush on your gspot "n-nAh..~" you put your dainty hands on is chest and sit up. You slowly move up off him and watch as his huge member leaves you letting out lewd sounds as it turns you on having a bit of self pride that you could take him on despite your body size difference "mmmhh...~ ' f-feel so..~ big I-Izu...~ so..~ hahnnmm..~ big f-for me...~" you manage to mumble out softly. He smiled looking up at you with a lovesick gaze "J-Just for you..!!~ Only you..~ Nnnhh..!!~~" he moans bucking his hips upward. You hated to do this because he might whine from it and you can't stand that cute face of his... But you wanna see him go crazy. You keep the same.. s l o w... l o n g... pace as you let out moans and get embarrassed from the sulking wet sounds that filled the room "h-mmm...~ aaaaaah....~" you start giving him high praises to push even further "m-m--ah..!~ my Izuku..~ m-my strong...nnnh..~ number one hero...~ my Deku..~" you say to him in the most cutest yet lewd voice you could pull from your voice box. He looks up at you biting his lip intensely. He moans out "Y-You know what that does to me.. that voice of yours..!~~ I-Im warning you..!~" he whined. You act dumb and look at him innocently "Wh-What do you mean..?~" you close your eyes moaning in the same tone. His breathing becomes more uneven as his cock twitches "That tone you're using..!~" he bites his lip harder. You were on thin ice and you knew it so you keep going because its not like he can grab you like a feather and do his way with you, right? "mhg-mmm..!~ ' j-just my normal vo-ice...~ a-AHa..!~" you whine "c-can't get enough o-of...!~ y-you..!~ s-o powerful..!~ A-H..!~" you're acting, yes but you'd be saying the some things in your normal voice too. "Babyy..!!~" he warned again, a lustful gaze clearly in his eyes for you. He licked his lips hungrily. All you do is made a loud enough moan to over due his voice "hn-!~ AaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAaaahaaaaah...!!!!~ y-you fit me s-o p-perfectly..!~" "That's... it.." he growls flipping positions pinning you beneath him with a feral look in his eyes "you know exactly what you're doing.." he huffed in a low, lustful tone "you asked for this..~" he immediately starts pounding you deep and rough letting out his most Erotic lewd sounds ever. He's completely lost himself in you.

Your eyes widen and before you could open your mouth to speak you scream "I d-AAAH..!!~ O-OH G- IZ-AAAAGH..!!!!~" you grab one of his arms and use your other hand to cover your mouth shut knowing the neighbors will hear you "MMMMH..!!!~ MMNGH...!!!~" even still your muffled moans are bouncing off the walls as tears start to fill the corner of your eyes and drool sneaks past your hand. He huffs "l-let me hear you..!~" he whines and lifts your hips up a bit and starts to drill you hitting your gspot perfectly but carefully. You calmed down for the few seconds it took him to reposition you removing your hand slowly "h-hm--nAHAH..!!!~" then you get shot back up to heaven as you grip the sheets in effort to not give him a scratched up back "Z-HnGHA..!!~" forming words becomes a thing of the past.

He keeps an arm holding you up as he uses his hand to rub your clitoris " 's o-hn..!~ o-okay, sweetheart..!~ d-don't worry about th-e neighbors..~ f-focus on me..!~ sing f'me (Y/N)..!~" he pants and the coldness of the storm outside melted away from the both of you the heat from the activeness from you both in the air. You mewl and whine, your head rolling back as you do focus on him. You can't help but focus on him. He's inside you, speaking to you, his sent in the air. then you begin to feel something "A-AAAH..!!~ Z-ZU-..!~ EH..?!~" you see a knot every time he pulled in and out your eyes widen. Its him bulging you. You swear to god he's grown MORE since a few minutes ago. His eyes stayed on yours until he noticed you looking "Y-You feel that, baby..?~ mmmh..!~ s-see how well y-ou take m-me..?~" he cranes over to give you a cheek kiss reminding you that he's still your sweet bean but he's about to push you further and after getting back up he gives you a lustful stare "Look at me, honey..~" You try you're best to look at him even though everything's hazy blushing hard off his words "H-HMMH..!!~" "let's see h-how much of a mess you m-ake for me..~" He does this one...particular... yummy... HARD thrush of his hips RIGHT on to your gspot and keeps his eyes on you. You gasp and the next thing you know before you can even make a sound you're gushing. Squirting and cumming on him like a broken dam. Then when it hits you you whine and scream louder than you have all night "IZUKU-AAAAAAAAGH...!!!!!!~ NAAAAAAAGH...!!!!~ A-NGEEL..!!!!!~" you looked at him in the beginning of it but mid way you throw your head back closing your eyes as tears fall you forget to b r e a t h. He goes over the edge with all your wetness "NN-AAAH..!!~" he wraps him self around you and tenses up. after he comes down from his high he starts giving you soft kisses on your lips "mmmn..' love you... so much..." he whispers between kisses and soft pants his wet from sweat green curls touching your forehead. You shiver but not from the cold as you come down from heaven to meet your Angel as a panting blushy mess "z-zu..." you whine "y'm-ade me squirt.." after shifting so you're on top of him again he softly chuckles and caresses your cheek "it's okay, baby... I love your little messes..." You get flustered and pout "Stoooop..." you hide your face on his chest as you begin to get tired. He gives a soft smile and goes starts to get shy about something "u-uhm...mm... (Y/N)..? Wh--at if we- talked about having...- kids?..-" he stutters out a bit. Your eyes widen with a tiny gasp as he asks you the thing you've been wanting to ask him for so long. You knew more nights like this one were to come on his off days~

[starzzach]

this is probably chronologically the third part. and by probably i mean i don't know :)

part 1 here, 2 here, 3(?) here!

Charles has some doubts. Carlos is the answer.

—

Some days are good days.

Today, however, is decidedly a very shit day. In all fairness, it's another shit day in a never-ending saga of shit days. Charles wishes he could say he's surprised.

And, look, Charles knows. Of course he knows. The team had been understandably concerned after practice, worrying over him like a group of annoying mother-hens, asking him if he was sure he wanted to continue, over and over and over again.

Most annoyingly might have been Carlos, pelting reason after reason at him until Charles had nearly shouted him out of his room. Really, he hadn't meant to curse him into not being able to race, but at least then he had a reason to continue.

A little selfish, a little mean. "Ferrari needs to enter a car," he'd said.

Carlos' face had been unreadable. "Of course we do."

"Will you stay?"

"Who else will make sure the strategy doesn't fuck up your race?" he'd said jokingly, but he didn't look very pleased about it. Charles understands too much to be angry at him for it.

Realistically, they could have never gotten away with swapping out the drivers anyway. But, for a few fleeting moments inside the car on the verge of total exhaustion, he'd wished they'd found a loophole of some sorts.

How he regrets it now (not really). He's not confident he'll be able to get up ever again. He's completely drained down to his bones.

"Brought your favourite," Carlos announces, padding into the room and joining Charles on the bed, sitting cross-legged next to him, poking his side. "Come on, you need to eat."

Charles deeply inhales – the smell of the pasta carbonara, not Carlos, of course not Carlos – and decides he hasn't committed enough fuckery yet today. He eyes the box in Carlos' hand. "'S not my favourite."

Maybe it's a little mean, a little selfish for him to want Carlos' stomach to drop at least once today to Charles' fifty – but his words have his intended effect, because Carlos does, in fact, look crestfallen. "But, you said..." he falters, trailing off.

"You are my favourite," he says, trying to grin teasingly, though he's hardly sure he even has the energy left. It probably comes out as a grimace but Carlos looks at him... he looks at him as if he's the most beautiful thing in the world.

It's dangerous, the game they play, he knows. It's dangerous, the way Charles' omega soars when Carlos' eyes light up. And, yet.

Yet. They will have a baby. Charles will have a baby that looks like Carlos. If he had any doubts about it all, the time to bring it up would have been at the start of this thing, when it started two years ago. It would have been then.

The time isn't now, when Carlos' fingers are twisting themselves in Charles' hair, petting him in a way Charles has a hard time letting even his mother do. It isn't now, Carlos dragging him into his lap and feeding him slowly, free hand inching up his shirt to trace comforting circles on his back.

It isn't now, Carlos whispering "Want to nest?" into his neck, and it slowly dawns on him that maybe they're both needing comfort and Charles hasn't nested in months and never with someone else outside of his heats, but Carlos is asking.

"No," Charles replies, and just like that, his fingers start to itch with the urge– the urge to build a nest and curl up in it, and worm his not-quite-boyfriend into cuddling him in it, the urge to do all of the stupidly domestic things Charles has sworn he hates, has sworn he would never do. Especially not with Carlos.

Carlos is asking, and Charles has never wanted like this.

The urge itches, like a rash Charles just can't seem to stop scratching at, despite his fingers being perfectly still. He's sure if he closes his eyes again he could paint a very pretty, very tempting picture. Carlos looks at him knowingly, and, pathetically, it's all it takes for Charles' normally iron-strong resolve to crumble. "No, sure," he amends, his voice on the edge of pleading.

"You have an appointment in two days," Carlos says later that night, a note of regret in his voice. "I have to be in Madrid."

Charles' nose scrunches in distaste. He doesn't like going to his appointments in general, let alone the ones when Carlos can't come, but it's important to know the baby's health or something. "Maybe it died after the race, and I don't need to go," he suggests. "I know I almost did."

Carlos' fingers still in his hair. "Don't say things like that," he says tensely. "It's not a joke."

"Bad things happen to me."

"The baby isn't a bad thing."

"Of course not," Charles mutters, but he feels uneasy, too. The miscarriage scare a few weeks ago hadn't exactly provided comfort to his doubts. The fact that he'd never wanted a baby before Carlos hadn't helped either.

But, before Carlos is key. Because Charles does want a baby now, with Carlos. He wants their baby. And maybe he's a little scared as to how much he wants their baby.

(How much he wants Carlos.)

Charles feels his face get hot, and reminds himself over and over again it's just the pregnancy, it's just the race, it's just the damn baby.

Tentatively, he covers Carlos' hand with his, guiding it lightly to his stomach. Carlos takes the hint, intertwining their hands and gently caressing the skin of his belly. Charles' whole body starts to relax, their bubble of safe away from the rest of the world.

Two days later, Charles gets the confirmation that the baby is, in fact, not dead. It's healthy. Healthier than most. "Little baby," Carlos murmurs over the phone, far, too far, sounding fond. "Our little baby."

Charles' omega sings a happy song, and if he was far along enough for the baby to be kicking he's sure he or she would have. Like parent, like baby, he thinks faintly, closing his eyes and imagining Carlos beside him.

Some days become good days.

[seiya-starsniper]

For the writer truth or dare: 🍄 (favourite ship headcanon), 🔪 (weirdest research topic) and 🪲 (add 50 words to your current WIP and share)? 💜

Cecil I adore you 💖💖💖 Let's get to it!

🍄 (favourite ship headcanon)

Ahhhh it's so hard to pick just one! I think probably my favorite one is the widely accepted headcanon that after Dream and Hob reunite in 2022, they meet frequently after that 🥰🥰 Whether that turns their relationship romantic or stays platonic, I'm always delighted to see it!

🔪 (weirdest research topic)

Oooooo that's a good one! It's probably the time I did research on snake penises for wrap me up nice and tight (love me all through the night)....I stared at A LOT of snake genitalia trying to nail down the physical description 😅😅😅

🪲 (add 50 words to your current WIP and share)

So I wrote a little more than 50 words, but! Have another snippet from my omegaverse forced marriage wip 🥰

“No, it’s not,” Robert insists. “I—look, the contract I took on, it wasn’t just about wanting to put distance between us. I thought—I thought you spent your last heat alone, or somehow, with someone else, and it—it bothered me more than it should have, so I made a rash decision,” he explains. “I really should have known better, considering you where in heat when we were married.” “Oh,” Dream replies, feeling suddenly shy and pleased. “Well, uhm, now you know the truth of the matter then,” he finishes, unsure of what else to say.  “I do, and I’m more glad for it,” Robert says earnestly. “I know it won’t be easy, but if you promise to be honest with me about what you need, I’ll do everything in my power to give it to you. For the baby. And well—for our friendship too.” Dream smiles. “Thank you, Robert. I’d like that.” The alpha wrinkles his nose. “I’ve never liked the name Robert," he says, "but I suppose I never gave you the opportunity to know that before today. All of my closest friends call me Hob.” “Hob?” Dream asks incredulously. “Why would you willingly name yourself after the stove?”

[rebornologist]

♡ Misc. Kokuyo Gang Headcanons ✧

Ken is averse to showers for multiple reasons, but one of them is because his body has adjusted to a very... sparse shower routine. Anything heavily scented irritates his nose, and many soaps will even give him rashes. He would rather die than to admit that he can only stand using unscented baby soap.

He sleeps better with something pressed against him, like a wall to his back, while hugging a pillow, or with his face in the crevice of the couch. It might stem from him growing up sleeping in crowded accommodations… he would love one of those human-sized dog beds.

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Chikusa built his own signature weapons, and his hands are rather dexterous. Just think about all the yo-yo tricks he is capable of. He doesn’t enjoy using computers at all, the digital screen and blue light actually hurts his eyes, but his typing speed would be impressive if he had to use a keyboard. He learned to touch type fairly quickly and has good hand-eye coordination.

He enjoys working with rubik’s cubes and has gotten really good at it. He has red-green colourblindness, and he really didn’t like asking people for the difference between “this shade and that shade” when it came to the cheap cubes with stickers and paint that would chip and peel off. One day, he will get himself a nice colorblind-friendly cube, but he hates splurging so he just copes for now.

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M.M. is quite extroverted and loves to pick people’s brains. She especially loves dressing up in her best outfits to go to jazz bars and gather all sorts of intel (and coins) from the patrons there. It has a mix of her favourite things: dancing, a classy atmosphere, rich people that she can chat up to charm their wallets open, and she occasionally actually plays her clarinet for people.

She doesn’t like the way that Fran speaks French and finds his regional accent atrocious. To that, he speaks French just to annoy her, even when she replies in Italian or Japanese as a way to say “that’s enough, please use literally any other language that we both know please.”

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Chrome has befriended the local stray cat colony and a murder of crows. They all leave little gifts on the doorstep for her, ranging from small coins to dead mice. She gets more than a little flustered at the latter but understands that it’s just in their nature.

She is not an adventurous eater and has her safe foods that she will turn to just to curb her hunger. She used to run purely on being in survival mode but has since learned to keep snacks in her bag just in case. The few things that she does make for herself, she has gotten really good at.

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Fran tends to zone out, and usually no one can tell because his face looks exactly the same as when he’s completely present and aware of the current moment. The only way you can tell is that sometimes, at the end of a mission debrief, his eyebrows raise slightly, and that’s him realizing that he absolutely wasn’t listening and has no idea what they’re doing now.

When it comes to social deduction games, he’s the best one out of the gang. Mukuro used to be the reigning champion of Kokuyo gang board game nights, until Fran came along.

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Mukuro enjoys browsing vintage and oddity stores and collecting unique jewelry. He has pieces that incorporate teeth, bones, furs, and hides of various animals.

He’s fairly adventurous in almost every aspect of the human experience and is open to trying any food at least once (granted it doesn't.. kill him, but he’d probably find a way to come back from it anyway), trying different crafts, and consuming different media. However, he’s learned that he doesn’t particularly enjoy most craft-related hobbies, and rarely has the free time to read or watch anything to the end unless it’s fairly short (but he would tear through a good book if given some leisure time).

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Chrome, Fran, and Mukuro all run cold. They’re the ones always turning the heat up in their shared spaces, while Ken, Chikusa, and M.M. complain about it being too hot and to mind the energy bill.

[eldritchwhispersofficial]

so apparently Brian Haight wants to be a RN and now I headcanon that Brian Thomas knows how to do medical stuff except he has no fucking license but does it anyway Tim gets his leg broken by Alex? Bam. Brian's got that fucker splinted and cast with DOCTOR levels of professionalism. No hospital necessary. Brian's got you covered. Jay accidentally slices his hand open while trying to get tapes out of Alex's shitty car? Bam. Brian's got you covered. He keeps medical gauze and isopropyl alcohol on him AT ALL TIMES. That sucker's wrapped up tighter than a baby in a blanket. Alex having the WORST migraines of his life, probably due to Operator sickness? BAM. Drink this weird smoothie for instant headache relief. Brian's got you covered. Seth has a heat rash from Alex-

THIS POST HAS BEEN HIJACKED, FUCKERS. :D

ANYWAY BRIAN THOMAS ILLEGALLY DOING MEDICINE IS 1000X FUNNIER IF YOU DO A CROSSOVER WITH ALL THE OTHER SLENDERVERSE SERIES.

NOAH GOT FOOD POISONING FROM THE SHITTY DEAD BIRDS? BAM. BRIAN SWOOPS IN WITH EXTRA-STRENGTH PEPTO.

JEFF GOT SET ON FIRE? BRIAN LEARNED NECROMANCY.

LITERALLY EVERYONE IS CRYING OVER THEIR BAD MENTAL HEALTH? BRIAN EVOLVES INTO THERAPIST.

REBLOG THIS WITH MORE HILARIOUS MEDICAL THINGS FOR BRIAN TO DO.

[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

Redemption Arcs

What -- Nobody is past hope and everyone deserves a redemption arc. You finally talk with big brother Shane following you catching his flirting with unreceptive, scared Lori.

When -- in between season 2 episodes Chupacabra and Secrets. In the Slowpoke Series, after Thank you, angel

Relationships -- You and Daryl are the canon compliant slow burners of the series. In this chapter, Shane gets vulnerable.

Perspective -- 2nd person

Pronouns -- n/a

TWs -- some language

Word count - under 5,000

Masterlist -- Shiny and Official one here and Chronological one here

What small but good news do you have? -- been wanting that maturity label off Invisible, tugging strings Part 2 since April, and it was finally successfully removed without glitching back again! (took about 9 removals to stick)

If you are a new Slowpoke and haven't read any other stories in the series yet, I recommend reading He hasn't been himself before this one!

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Carol first takes another sip of tea, holding the mug by the base to heat up her fingers. “It sure got cold last night.”

She says this with one of her smiles she makes to try hiding her upset. It got very cold last night—and her Sophia didn’t even have long pants on when she was chased off.

This’ll be her fifth day lost, if she’s still alive.

Echoing Daryl’s insistent belief that she can be found alive, you voice the possibility that “With all the farmhouses in this area, she’d know to head up to a barn loft to keep warm.” A barn is probably where she’s been this whole time, you’re thinking. Provided there was nothing dead in one, that’s where you’d want to hide.

Carol reverts back to the original subject, finishing telling you, “But, um, to answer you, no, he stayed asleep the whole time I was there.” She’s blinking tears away. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything about her daughter.

You’d woken up later than usual, on the Greene’s couch, after Beth and Maggie began coming downstairs. Following a flurry of good mornins during which you remembered where you were, you blindly stumbled in your blanket toward Daryl’s room, met Carol coming inside with a steaming mug of tea, and you intended to check with her how Daryl’d slept after she took over monitoring him last night.

As soon as you opened your mouth to ask—lo and behold, the man in question wobbled out of his room, wrapped in a blanket like you were and citing the need for a toilet.

You hadn’t been sure if he was okay walking without a chaperone, so you hooked your good arm under his and started to help him.

He got all grumpy at that, then told you how he remembered throwing up yesterday right after his first fall and wanted to know if it was bad.

Well, he got more grumpy after you asked him through the bathroom door to tell you if his boxers had blood in them or if there was any red or brown coming from the front, red or black coming from the back.

Really, you’d changed babies with diaper rash who complained less than that mangy hick did over a simple medical question. Lucky for you, Patricia overheard and took over.

Now you’re inwardly making fun of yourself over having felt so silly with those butterflies in your stomach last night when Daryl accidentally ca—

“—As she headed in there with him a few minutes ago, the first thing out of Patricia’s mouth was how minty the room smelled,” Carol softly giggles, taking another sip of her tea. “I think the smell is stuck in my nose.”

“Mine, too. I like it.”

When asked about the mint, all you’d told Carol was that you’d given some of the muscle rub and the peppermint oil to Daryl to help. You just didn’t specify that it was via…massage. You felt that detail might could’ve been misconstrued.

Especially given that poor dude was so out of it that: he accidentally called you ‘angel.’

It’s not deep. At most, Daryl was having a temporary bout of Florence Nightingale Syndrome, but the highest likelihood is that it was simply an injured person (him) being exhausted and loopy, therefore misattributing the giver of pain relief (you) to an angel.

You never thought you’d feel glad he went back to normal today, all grumpy and grating. It’s a relief that the butterflies in your stomach who plagued you yesterday are all gone now.

Carol calls your name and jiggles your wrist, and you blink. “Sorry, what?”

“Your brother’s coming over,” she repeats—and you’re already hightailing it.

See? Not angelic in the slightest, you can’t even face your own brother without wanting to cuss him out or shove him.

Kudos to you that when Shane calls your name and adds a, “G’morning,” with it, you respond neutrally with “Mornin’. Gonna grab my mp3, be right back.”

“You comin’ with us to the highway today, check for our girl?” Shane calls before you’re inside.

“You know it.”

“We leave in 10.”

“’Kay.”

He starts chatting with Carol as far as you can tell as you stride into the house. You suppose you have to get the music player, now, so you won’t be a liar like him. You know he's trying to get on your good side, what with his "our girl," stuff.

Knocking three times on the door to the room Daryl’s in, you await a response.

“Yeah, s’fine, come in,” he answers on the other side of it.

Opening the door, you’re met with the strong smell of mint and find Patricia still there with him, checking his pupils again as she greets, “Hi, sweetpea. I’d ask how you slept, but seein’ as you’re yawning and were still asleep on the couch 15 minutes ago…” She grins where she’s crouched in front of Daryl.

“Might will nap later,” you admit. “I’m just here for my music player.”

You just now recall that you’d meant to bring Daryl some of his stuff this morning. Toothbrush, pillow, PJ pants, that sort of thing.

Which means you’ll have to go back outside sooner, which means you’ll need to face your brother sooner.

You make a quick prayer for guidance, slip the mp3 into your pocket, and make for the door.

When you think you feel Daryl looking at you, you snap your eyes up in challenge.

He looks away so quick you nearly miss it. And the really nice nervous thrill that shivers through your belly is hopefully the last of the irrational butterflies. It’s one more thing to deal with, and toward Daryl of all people?

Mp3 in your pocket, you exit the house and begin to walk quickly toward Daryl’s tent. Your brother leaves Carol and follows at your pace despite his slight remaining limp.

He asks how you slept.

You shrug. “Could use more. You?”

“Better than I thought I would. Still up for target practice when we get back?”

“So long as I ain’t the target.”

His steps slow, and when he goes to speak, there’s hesitation. “Been talkin’ to Dale or was that one of your jokes?”

“I think it was a joke. What’s that about Mr. H?”

“Ain’t nothing, Y/N.” He stops walking altogether and puts his hands on his hips, moving his hand to muss his hair and instead meeting with the new buzzcut.

“What do you want, Shane?”

Your brother licks his teeth. “For you to just listen.”

Grimacing, you resume walking. “What do you possibly have to say to defend yourself?” you curse under your breath, even though you know you shouldn’t.

Continuing to follow you, he insults, “High and mighty today, are we?”

Your throat goes tight either from offense or because you’re so upset at what he did. Then, eyes growing moist, the anger turns to a type of sadness you can’t place. “I’m scrapin’ the bottom of the barrel here, Shaney, help me out.”

Your brother doesn’t say anything other than an apology until you two finish the walk to Daryl’s tent.

“Why we here, anyway?”

“Gettin’ Daryl his toothbrush and things,” you mumble.

It’s when you bend to unzip the door that he crouches and puts his hand on your arm. “Y/N. I meant what I said yesterday. The three people I care about most in this world are you, Lori, and Carl.”

Your turn to lick your teeth. “And Rick.” You unzip the door flap and look for Daryl’s stuff to bring him. His pillow isn’t very clean-looking.

Shane doesn’t seem to acknowledge what you said when he goes on, “And I’d do anythin’ to keep you three safe.”

“And Rick,” you say again, more pleading. “Please help me understand what’s going on with you and him.”

He starts looking not quite at you, then at anyplace else.

“Tell me the truth,” you warn. “You’re lookin’ all around the way you do before you lie.”

“Rick nearly got Carl killed and nearly got you killed. Because of that, nearly got me killed, too, if it weren’t for Otis. And Otis’ death is ultimately on his hands, too, not mine.”

After saying Otis’ name, he has to swallow and close his eyes. He probably won’t ever shake the guilt that Otis sacrificed himself so Shane could get the respirator back.

And now, opposed to seeing in your brother someone unfamiliar and scary, right now you see him clearly, and see that he’s broken in two.

You want to understand better, but you don’t yet. With only a light stress-stutter, you ask “Why are you saying Rick did all that?”

His nose twitches. “I’ve learned that Rick can’t make the tough decisions. Tough decisions save lives.”

“Tough decisions?”

“If we had gone to Fort Benning, instead of the—the CDC?” His anger bubbles up. “C’mon, Y/N, what the hell was he thinkin’? Going to a government building in a city the feds themselves napalmed, to the goddamn Centers for Disease Control,” he mocks, smiling in bitter disbelief. “A place what had mile-high security even before the world fell apart.” He rubs his head again as he coughs, “Y/N, he took the whole group, he took his family, his wife and child, into Atlanta? He knew what the city was like, yet he chose that, risked us all, instead of someplace we knew would be safe.”

You stare at the ground and don’t know if you’re supposed to say anything or not, so you don’t.

Shane sounds less angry, but more disgusted. Jealous, too. “Lori ain’t my wife, Carl ain’t my son, but I kept them alive for Rick, in Rick’s honor.” Then, he quiets. “And because we loved them. I love Lori and that boy so m…” he trails off, knowing he’s just been very honest. The hard lines on his face soften, and his posture sinks just enough for you to notice. “Then, this asshole waltzes back alive, takes ’em on back.”

He presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut. “And now Jacqui, Sophia, and Otis; now three people are dead because of him and his choices. And look at you. After comin’ that close to getting shot as bad as Carl was, you’re out there breakin’ your body more and more every day on this goddamn wild goose chase for a dead little girl—you think I’m stupid enough to believe your stitches had to get ‘redone?’ I saw Carol washin’ your bloodstained shirts, Y/N, it—hell, and now, even Daryl almost died from this bullshit. All because of King Rick, his-his inability to—” He cuts off, finally exhales, then sinks his head in his hands and rests his elbows on his knees where he sits in the dirt across from you.

There’s an uneasy, sick feeling in your stomach, and your body feels weighed down.

“Please say somethin’, Y/N, anything.”

Unprepared, you stumble through, “I-I’m happy you, uh—it’s good you unbottled that.” You stare at the grass and wipe your eyes. “M’happy that you told me.”

“You’re happy I dumped all this shit on you?” he says in attempt to make light of something heavy.

You copy his attempt. “Better out than in.” After a few moments of silence, you then murmur, “I’m happy to share the weight, I love you.”

“Y/N.”

You raise your eyes to where he sits. He’s got the same lost look on his face you’ve seen a lot of in the past handful months after the world fell apart. Like that night at the CDC, when he’d broken down crying. When he’d escaped the hospital after trying to rescue Rick and thinking he’d died. When he’d come back with a respirator but without Otis.

“I know it’s wrong, blamin’ him.” He rubs the top of his head the way he does whenever he’s upset or thinking too much.

“That you know it’s wrong is a good thing.”

“I know I’m wrong,” he whispers. “But I don’t think it matters. Or that I care.”

“What do you mean?”

“If we wanna survive, we need to make hard choices.”

Your tone of voice bites. “Like Lori told you yesterday, it’s easy to cut losses and not help. Easiest damned thing, Shane, so that’s enough about ‘hard’ choices.”

He doesn’t snarl back. He barely reacts, in fact.

Voice gruff, he mutters, “I’ve slid, Y/N. Real far down. Done some awful things.”

“You can choose good ones next time,” you offer simply.

“Sometimes the good ones are awful things, if they mean savin’ lives.”

A twinge of dread roils in your belly. “Justifying wrongs make them worse.”

“You sound so damn naïve sometimes, kid.” He rolls his eyes before tucking his head between his knees. Yet, he next asks, “When does somebody get too far gone?”

“That limit doesn't really exist. Nobody’s past hope.”

You see his chest expand and deflate with controlled breaths. And you’re about to stand up and bring Daryl his things when he says in a low voice, “Y/N, tell me about the rope thing again. And the drowning thing, too?”

Your brow creases. He wants you to repeat those two scenarios?

“Okay,” you answer, even if uncertain why he suddenly wants to talk ethics.

First, you call to mind the details... “There are, um, people on a rope that’s hangin’ off a cliff. The rope is breaking and will break, and those clingin’ to the rope will all fall and likely die unless the person on the bottom drops off. Now, the person at the top of the rope or in the middle can’t drop off in the bottom person's place, ’cause that’ll knock off those below them anyway and lead to more death. And it ain’t fair, but for the person on the bottom, is it their moral obligation to let go. And it’s…” your throat goes tight again. You think you’re starting to understand why he asked you to tell him this.

Still, you go on: “It’s morally acceptable and, and even the duty of the person directly above the lowest person to get them off the rope in-in-in order to save lives—Shane, I don’t wanna finish.”

“The person above them can sever the rope, they can even kick the person off,” he says for you, but not in a prideful way. He’s quiet and somber, a thousand-yard stare in his eyes. To you, he says, “But this thing with Sophia, I ain’t saying Sophia was at the bottom.”

His demeanor lowers your defenses, and you finish the scenario. “Only because the rope will break and lead to more death unless the weight is lessened is why it's permissible for the bottom person to let go or even get pushed off, but only because the rope will break and this is known. What the other people or person above them on the rope cannot do is directly kill the person on the bottom in order to make them let go, even though the end result might will end up the same. To directly kill a person is not right and is always evil, even if the end result will be the same.” You try to remember the exact wording that you’d learned. “‘Direct killing is morally permissible only for cases of self-defense against a direct, real-time aggressor who is intendin’ to kill or grievously harm you or another.’”

Shane’s eyes are glassy, the lost, scared expression still clouding his face. “Repeat the drownin’ one, too? Please.”

He looks so sad.

“Two p-people are drowning, but one is, uh, climbin’ onto the other to keep their own head above water. The person being used as a life raft can and should fight off the person, because otherwise they will accidentally be drowned. What they can’t do is, y’know, like, shoot the other in the face or shove them into the jaws of a hungry shark.” Which was your inappropriate grasp at making light, ugh, that was in really bad form. “Sorry,” you apologize, then speak like a grown-up: “The person bein’ unwittingly drowned cannot hold the other guy underwater to drown them instead, even if it’s to get them to stop. ’Cause again, to directly kill is evil. Unless the other person is a direct aggressor because they want you dead or harmed bad, in which case it’s self-defense.”

He sniffs and takes a deep breath. Shane’s eyes don’t have that thousand-yard stare anymore, now they simply look pained.

“Y/N, I don’t feel like myself,” he admits under his breath. “I haven’t. Can hardly recognize myself sometimes, but it’s as if I…” He throws his hand up. “I know I’m wrong but still don’t think it’s wrong.”

“This about Rick, Sophia, or Lori?” you ask. "Or Otis?" pops into your mind and out of your mouth.

“All of it, I reckon, I-I don’t know, I can’t…” His hand cups his mouth and trails down to his chin. “What I want with Lori I know is wrong. Y/N, I keep tryin’ to convince myself she wants me, loves me. That I deserve them ’cause I’m better for her and him.”

The news about the new baby tears through your insides and scatters your thoughts. “She does love you, just not in that way. And that thing about ‘deserved,’ that’s gotta go, man,” you respond, not that it’s helpful.

Nodding, he grunts, “I know.”

“Not that that helps much,” you apologize. Shane used to go to your eldest sister for this kind of thing. They were closest with each other. But that line, that idea about ‘deserving’ them because he’s better for them…that’s bad, it’s very bad.

Then, from the campsite, you hear Andrea shout “Five minutes, Walshes!”

Neither of you speak as a warm breeze sweeps over the field and across the yard.

Your big brother looks to you as if he’s a small, scared kid.

“Y/N, what do I do?”

So, you tell him the most concrete advice you can think of. “You go check the highway. Do a quick sweep of your grid. Host target practice like you and Ricky have planned, teach me more fightin’ moves like you had planned.”

He’s nodding, lost in space. “What about tomorrow?”

You lift one corner of your mouth sadly. “Check the highway. Do a quick sweep of your grid. Target practice, chores, work out. Normal stuff. Take it one day at a time. Things’ll get better, or you’ll get stronger. Either way.”

Shane wipes his eyes and blinks away any trace of having gotten emotional. “This what you had to do all them times you wanted to die?”

A cold spreads from your middle. “Do you want to die, Shaney?”

“No. I don’t wanna die, hell no, I just—” he inhales, holds it, exhales. “I don’t know what’s goin’ on with me.” He massages his neck with one hand. “Y/N, it feels like I’m either another person or I’m going batshit.”

That he’s suffering isn’t good, but hearing him say that is, because it means that he sees the problem, too.

“I’d be more concerned if you didn’t think there was somethin’ off.” You swallow and make yourself say, “I trust you.”

Now he’s shaking his head. “I don’t even trust myself right now.”

“That’s why you have me, loser.”

Shane smiles a little when you tell him that. Next, he stands, and appears to lose himself in thought again as picks up what you grabbed from Daryl’s tent. Then he freezes.

He puts the things back down, and sits again. “Y/N, I may have to go for a little while.”

“Where, a fuel run?”

He clasps the back of his head. “Away.”

Away? “Where’s away?”

“Away. For just a while.”

Away as in…leaving?

“Because of this Lori thing? Shane, there’s—”

“—It’s…more complicated than that—” he interrupts, but you interrupt right back, “—B-Because of Rick, then? What?”

“Kettle off the burner, Y/N.”

You hold in what you were going to say and count to five.

It doesn’t do the trick. “Man the hell up and get it out of your system.We can’t leave them!”

“Not ‘we,’ me. I can. It’s just for a little while, honey.”

Now he’s calling you ‘honey?’ He only does that when it’s serious.

You try to smile and play it off as if he’s just confused and needs encouragement. “Don’t act so dramatic, loser,” you tease. “We don’t have to go. Things aren’t good in some ways right now, but th-they will get better.”

“Not ‘we’, ‘I’. I think I do. I’m serious, kid.”

“Well, I, if-if you go—Shane, come on, I can’t let you go without me.”

“You can.”

“Shane. Stop, I don’t like this.”

He doesn’t stop. “If the person on the bottom has get cut off or drop off so the rest won’t fall—”

“—That is not what that means and you know it!” you push back. What is going on?

He appears to check himself. “I’m sorry, I—” He holds up a hand. “Y/N, I think me leavin’ awhile is what needs to be done. Lori does, too—no, don’t say anythin’ else about it, we won’t get nowhere.”

“You don’t need to cut yourself off. We don’t need to cut you off. That, that scenario was for a literal life or death situation, not whatever’s goin’ on here.” It’s like you can’t inhale enough.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, you’re right,” he soothes. “But I do need to leave—”

“—No, if you get ‘cut off’ or, or jump or whatever, I’m jumping down with you. You get that, right?” you almost shout.

He shakes his head as if he pities you. “This is why I didn’t tell you before.”

“You’re fixing to blame me for my reaction to my brother deciding to cut himself off from his family and risk his neck, goin’ off alone,” you pause to inhale, “because of a bad breakup, when now dead people walk and eat the living?”

Catching your breath, you watch as your words hit home.

Briefly, he covers his eyes in what looks like shame, he winces, then makes a quiet apology and says, “I’ll give it time. Ain’t like I was planning to leave tomorrow.”

Your shoulders slump. “How long you been considerin’ this?”

The way he opens his mouth and closes it without speaking is the first warning. The second is how he begins by softly calling you,“honey,” again.

“I was plannin’ to leave…over a week ago. Been planning it awhile,” he confesses.

The words sink in while you sit and blink.

It’s the next thing he says that feels like a sucker punch.

“It got cancelled when Carl got shot, but now I think I gotta…anyway, Lori knew. Dale knew, too. Andrea.”

Noises turn fuzzy and your brain grows quiet. You exhale the breath you forgot about and cover your face with your hands. They all knew? Lori knew?

You regain yourself when your brother goes, “Honey, I’m sorry.”

“Shaney, you ain’t serious.” Not one of them mentioned this to you. Did they not care?

“I don’t think they knew you were in the dark about it,” Shane assures you as if he could read your thoughts. “What’s more is I don’t reckon they thought you’d come with.They wouldn’t want you to go.”

You force yourself to exhale again, you keep forgetting to breathe.

“I’m sorry.”

“I forg—no, this is too much, this is so much,” you finally burst into tears. “I’ll forgive you, but I-I need a few hours.” Inhale, exhale. “Shane, I am so fuckin’…hurt!” Stupid. You feel so stupid. Blind and naïve and stupid.

“Take your time. God knows I took mine in fessing up.”

You sniff as much as you can, seeing as Daryl most likely doesn’t have tissues in his tent.

Shane was planning to leave, and at least three people knew about it. But not you, his own family.

The man has fallen low. Betraying Rick and Lori wasn’t enough, not caring about Sophia wasn’t enough; turns out you’re also somebody he doesn’t care about.

Maybe him going away is best, the hurt part of you shrieks. Good riddance!

And once he learns about the baby, this whole Lori thing will blow up if you can’t defuse it, and you don’t think you will be able.

The question he asked you earlier replays in your mind.

“When does somebody get too far gone?”

“I don’t believe that limit exists, man. Nobody’s past hope.”

Goddamn, you’re so tired.

Head against your bent knees, you don’t care why he’s going into Daryl’s tent. You don’t care about what he’s holding out to you, either, and you move away from whatever it is.

“All he had was damp paper towels,” Shane murmurs. “Please, take one.”

“I’d rather blow my nose on your shirt, for all I care,” you hiccup.

Andrea calls your names again. “Y/N, Shane, time to go!”

You don’t move.

Shane doesn’t move, as much you can tell from where your face lies hidden on your knees.

And, like much of this past week, you didn’t see coming what would happen next, what Shane would do. That your big brother would be so...penitent? toward you that he quite actually would remove his shirt and hand it to you?

You blink in disbelief, then find yourself close to smiling. “I can’t actually blow my nose on your shirt, you goon.”

The chicken noises he makes change your mind.

“You dick, I’m gonna actually do it. Then I’ma burn it, I ain’t makin’ nobody clean up what’s in my nose.”

“It’s cool. I deserve worse.”

The word still rubs you the wrong way. “What you deserve is a redemption arc,” you sniffle, and then cannot help but add this minor dig, “And a week without a razor might would do you good, so you’d have to suffer through havin’ chest hair again.”

Shane quietly cracks up, then, yeah, you really need to wipe your nose, so you really use his shirt after he adds how it’ll help his guilt.

When you’re good, you twist your mouth at him. You’re still hurt to the bone, but it’s easing. “You were just aching for an excuse to strip, weren’t you?” you rib.

“Mmhm. Just need me an audience and some Boyz 2 Men in the background, and I’ll be all set.” Grinning at your gagging reaction, he holds out a hand to help you to your feet. And, once he’s picked up Daryl’s pillow and begins to walk back with you, he calls you by your nickname.

His expression looks sad again, and the way he asks makes it clear he wants advice. “What else can I do to get whatever this is out of my system? Do better?”

This is also unexpected, so you bend to pick up some wildflowers. Clover, Queen Anne’s lace, and some smaller yellow ones and some daisy-looking ones. Standing up, you lift your good shoulder in a shrug. “You know how it is, sometimes we gotta fake it ’til we make it.”

He’s asking you advice. His square little sibling.

“What’re the flowers for?”

“Otis. Gonna pop them on his cairn on the way back.”

A cloud seems to pass over him. There are a few moments where nothing is said as he follows you to the rock pile.

“I’ll act right about Sophia,” he promises softly.

Even though he’s admitting his wrongs, the upset flicks on again. You reimagine pulling a tea kettle off the heat before it starts to whistle. “And you’ll give Lori space, and get her out of your head.”

Your brother grunts in assent. “I will.”

“A lot of space, hear?” you mutter while plunking the flowers on the memorial and picking up the pace to get to the SUV. “And stop flirting when you see you’ve upset somebody, that’s the biggest part I didn’t get. She looked frightened, Shane, you had to have seen her back away and cower. Is that who you are now?”

“No,” leaps from his mouth, followed by a sober, quieter, “No.”

A loud clash that was most definitely the cooking pans that were stacked to dry on the chair sounds from the campsite. You hear Lori and T-Dog laugh as you get closer.

“When you used to get all sad, what did you have to do?” he wants to know next.

“For me, it was more of a wait until things leveled out. I had to go through the motions a lot, kept myself distracted. Got help, which was the key part.” You toss his old shirt into the campfire as you two pass it. Glenn stares at you very confused, prompting you to mime him taking off his shirt and tossing it into the fire, after which you look back at him as if questioning why he isn’t also burning his.

“Distractions, okay.Guess I’ll, um,” Shane thinks aloud. As you two pass the clothesline, he takes one of his off the line and pulls it on. “Guess I might will start doing daily runs again, while we got a safe place.”

You smile politely. That advice used to annoy you a bit, too. Exercise does help, though. “Nothin’ gets it all out of your system for a while quite like a run.”

“Mm, literal and figurative, dependin’ on how hard you run.”

You scrunch your nose and pout. “Ew.”

“As if you wouldn’t have made that exact joke if I hadn’t first, weirdo.” Shane lifts a corner of his mouth before he lets himself smile big. It looks like a real one.

The words replay again.

“When does somebody get too far gone?”

“That limit doesn't really exist. Nobody’s past hope.”

You let yourself smile a little, too.

“I’ll run these inside to Daryl, you and the girls hop on in the car, then we’ll roll. And,” he says loud enough that Carol can overhear from where she stands holding the ragdoll. “Ground rules: Sophia gets shotgun if we find her there today. Cool?”

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Pillow Princess

Author’s Note: Yes, I know it’s been years but I’m getting through my first job and I’m going to grad school so cut me some slack.  Here, you filthy animals!  Special thanks to @black-is-beautiful18​ @macfizzle​ @khoicesbyk and @misswonderfrojustice​

Warnings: Cursing, sexual content - Don’t like, don’t read.  18+ only.

_

J’onn exhaled in annoyance as he flew the javelin back to the watchtower.  You, the sugary root of his exasperation, had spent the last hour ranting about how he “was too overprotective” and “never let you defend yourself.”  It wasn’t his fault he had to save you after Cheetah almost sliced you into ribbons.  

You were gifted with strength and speed that almost matched that of Wonder Woman and you had the power to teleport on top of that.  Too bad Cheetah nicked you on your side before you could ‘vanish’ out of her reach - a nasty wound which J’onn had to cauterize with his heat vision after dealing with her.

“Are you even listening?”  You asked him angrily.

“How could I not?  Your complaining shall be heard by everyone in the galaxy.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Yes,” J’onn snapped, “Excuse you for not listening to my instructions and reading Wonder Woman’s report on Cheetah.  If you had, you would’ve known she is as fast as you if not faster.”

“You know damn well I hate reading!”

“Of course, unless it’s an erotica,” J’onn replies, not looking at you.

Your mouth flies open with an indignant gasp and J’onn smirks with brief satisfaction as you cross your arms and steam quietly.

The rest of the flight was silent.

_

“Hey guys,” Flash greets as he and Superman approached, “How was the miss-”

“Ask him,” you huffed angrily as you stormed past the two.

J’onn clenched his jaw at how disrespectful you were.  He had told you about that.

“Rough mission?”  The Man of Steel asked.

“Rough day in general,” The Martian replies, shaking his head.

“Vanish seems pretty pissed off,” Flash comments.

“Well that’s what happens when you aren’t careful during a mission,” J’onn says, brushing past them, “I’ll see you both later.”

_

You sat in silence as Batman gathered supplies to patch you up.  You couldn’t let Cheetah get the drop on you again.

“You look constipated,” Batman comments.

You gave him an annoyed look, one which the Caped Crusader was unfazed by.

“It’s true,” he said, bringing bandages and alcohol over to where you were.

“...The mission was rough today,” you relented.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning J’onn won’t stop babying me,” you huffed.

“I find that hard to believe.”

“How come?”

“Because you’re rash and hot-tempered.”

“That is not true!” You argued as he finished bandaging your scratched arm.

Batman gave you a knowing look and you sighed.  Okay, maybe you were.

Then, J’onn walked in.

But you weren’t about to let him know that.

“I can take it from here, Batman,” J’onn says.

Batman nods and leaves the two of you alone, being sure to give a look on the way out.

J’onn quickly gets to work without a word and you let him.

“You can drop the attitude,” the Martian says as he dabs alcohol on the already-healing wound on your stomach.

“I will drop it when I feel like it,” you hiss venomously.

“I’m gonna dismiss that as post-battle jitters,” J’onn says, smirking as he intentionally presses the alcohol-dipped cloth on the wound.  

It wasn’t enough to hurt you.  He knew that.  It was enough to get on your nerves.

“Fuck you!”  You shouted at him.

Black Canary and Green Arrow just so happened to be walking right past the Medbay during your outburst.  The look in J’onn’s eyes when he saw them was enough to make them continue.

J’onn took another exasperated breath.  Breathe, he told himself, Count to ten.

Calmly, the Martian laid the cloth down and leaned over you.

His two green arms guarded both sides of your body as his lips laid against your ear.

“You are so far out of line right now,” J’onn whispered in your ear, “You are already in enough trouble and if you don’t fix that attitude, I’m going to take off this belt, drag you in front of everybody in the mess hall and spank you until you cannot sit.  Is that what you want?”

“No.”

“That’s what I thought.  Now be quiet and let me finishing cleaning the wound you earned.”

_

Once J’onn was done, the two of you headed home.

The route back to your apartment was more quiet than the one back to the Watchtower, only this time you were grateful for the silence.  The two of you slipped indoors unnoticed and you dropped your bag and coat on the couch before wordlessly heading to the shower.

The memory of you removing your costume was swiftly replaced by the feel of warm water hitting your sore muscles.  All of the day’s trials and tribulations were forgotten as you cleaned yourself.

A familiar set of hands settled on your hips as you let the hot water rinse your breasts.  You tipped your head back further as J’onn made his way up your back with the soapy washcloth and the gently wrung it out, intentionally brushing his fingertips along your spine.

Whether his fingers were outside or inside of you, you could not deny that the Martian was gifted with his hands.

J’onn used his right hand to pull you to him, allowing his left to run up your stomach and to briefly clutch your breast.  The way he would play with your nipples was your favorite.

Just when you were finally getting into it, J’onn stopped.

The Martian got out of the shower and grabbed his towel before heading off to your room.

Indignance washing over you like the hot water, you quickly turned the shower off and marched into the bedroom.

“What the fuck was that?”  You snapped.

“What was what?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me, you jackass,” you snapped, “You left me high and dry.”

J’onn finished drying his neck and smirked at you, “You don’t look dry to me.  Perhaps you’re just upset because Veronica misses me.  Does she miss me, (Y/N)?”

You glared silently as the cold air hit your skin, amplifying the iciness of the droplets cascading down your hips and stomach.  Your lady parts pulsed at his arrogance.

You hated how he was right.  J’onn hadn’t been inside of you for two weeks.

J’onn sat down on the bed and smiled.  Of course he looked unusually large because of his size.  But given the two years you had been together, that was normal to you.

“Come here,” he said.

You walked up to him.  Not needing any more direction, you handed him your towel.

The energy between the two of you seemed to wash over the room as J’onn rubbed the towel over your skin.

His eyes never left yours as his fingers brushed over the scar on your right breast.

You took initiative and closed the distance between the two of you.  J’onn’s lips wholeheartedly received yours and you pushed him back onto the bed.  His hands grabbed your ass as you crawled on top of him.

Then, you stopped.

“What’s wrong?” J’onn asked.

You slowly crawled off him and sunk down in front of him.

“(Y/N)?”

“Take off your clothes,” you ordered.

“But-”

“You haven’t taken care of me in a whole ass week,” you snapped at him, “Looks like I’ll have to do it myself.”

J’onn smiled as he shifted out of his clothes.  His muscles elongated as you stretched over him.

You always loved his true form.  It was long, angular and he showed it only to a select few - one of which was you.

You wordlessly rubbed between his legs and J’onn took the cue.  Using his shapeshifting, he unsheathed the most private piece of himself and you took him in your hands.

The pleasure leaked into his red eyes as you jacked him off and a sigh escaped his lips.  You kept a steady pace until J’onn rolled you both over.

“What are you doing?” You asked him.

“You don’t get to put yourself in danger and then touch me how you please.  Touching is for good girls.”

“But-”

The look J’onn gave you silence you immediately and your eyes stayed connected as he spread your legs apart.

He then feasted on your pussy, sucking it like crab legs.

Your moans filled the room as you felt the Martian’s tongue extend into you and lick out the arousal.

‘That’s it, pillow princess,’ he whispered in your head, ‘Feed your boyfriend.’

You cried as J’onn stopped eating you out just before you were about to cum.

J’onn smiled down as you and you glared at him.

‘Fuck you,’ you mumble to him, unable to keep the smile off your face.

He pulled your front to meet him, putting your legs over your shoulder.

‘As you wish, dear,’ the Martian purred.

You did not walk straight the next morning.

_

Yes, yes - I know.  I’ll be writing more.