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　ー　Feelings　ー

11th Doctor

(feat. 10th Doctor)

Summary: You didn't expect to meet the Doctor with a totally different face.

Author's Note: Hey! I am not super pleased with this. However I hope you enjoy it. Bare with me, I am getting better at this. :)

You cheerfully exited the TARDIS skipping down the cobble stone street. The Doctor couldn't help, but smile while his eyes shined all the love he held for you. You just didn't see it, maybe you were too afraid to.

"So, what are we doing?", you asked curiously turning to face him. You were in London shopping for something.

"I just need to buy some-", the Doctor came to a stop raising a finger to his chin. He seemed to be in deep thoughts.

It was rare because usually he was all over the place and you needed to watch out his hands that moved almost as fast as his rambling. So this quiet moment was something new.

"Blimey...", he muttered under his breath.

"You forgot again?", you asked smirking at his sarcastic smile to you. You skipped back to him and took his hand.

"Let's explore and maybe it will find us", you told him and pulled him with you.

The Doctor couldn't ignore how nice your hand felt in his, your hand was comforting, you couldn't get lost when you held his hand. And you tried your best to calm your beating heart and thoughts. The Doctor was your safe place, he gave you comfort.

If you only knew that the feeling was very mutual.

You two have dated for a while now, but you both were a bit afraid. The Doctor was already afraid of losing you and you were afraid of the pain it would cause him. You two hadn't kissed yet, the tension and idea lingering in the air, making it thick to breathe.

Sometimes the tension felt suffocating, so many emotions, but no one said anything.

The love you held for each other was evident, but neither of you had said the three magical words.

I love you

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You and the Doctor were exploring a huge market that was packed with people. At some point you two got separated. The panic was filling you, suffocating you. People were hitting your shoulders and making you lose your balance. All the sounds and people yelling seemed to quiet down, like the time had stopped.

Closing your eyes and trying to stop hyperventilating you prepared for the fall waiting for the hard ground. However you felt someone taking you in their arms.

"I got you", someone said with a comforting voice. Carefully you opened your eyes meeting warm looking brown eyes that had a hint of concern in them. However the thing that struck you was the fact that his eyes were oddly familiar. The man carefully helped you to your feet.

"Please, can you help me away from-", you quietly asked, but stopped when a person almost knocked you over again.

"Yes, let's get you away from here", he stated determined to get you away from the crowd that seemed to cause you your distress.

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Finally you found a quiet sideway and you leaned against a wall breathing still a bit unevenly.

"Are you okay? Can I help?", the man asked awkwardly, you were reminded of the Doctor. Your Doctor always wanted to help everyone, often forgetting himself in the process.

Doctor!

"I need to find him", you muttered closing your eyes trying to steady everything, your body and mind. The world was spinning and you could see black dots.

Why did you agree to this trip? The Doctor was your safe place and only he could get you through these situations.

"Find who?", the man asked and finally you took a good look at the man.

He was wearing Converses. Why? He had a light brown faux-suede duster coat on and he had a tie. Your Doctor always wore bowties. How would he look with a tie?

The man was odd, but at the same time you felt something familiar.

"Thank you so much, my saviour, what is your name?", you tried to joke, but you felt awful.

The man perked up and apparently tried to make himself look important because he raised his chin and pushed his chest out a bit.

"I am the Doctor", he announced flashing a charming smile.

"No, you're not", you said furrowing your brows.

A smile on the man's face faltered and turned into confusion.

"What?", he asked, that was not a reaction he was expecting.

"You are not the Doctor", you repeated nervously and tried to get away from the man.

"You are from the future? Do you travel with me?", the man asked with curiosity, but kept a distance between you two. His eyes were honest, just like your Doctors.

They also held the same wise look in them. Could he really be? He once mentioned something about regeneration.

Carefully you walked closer to him. The Doctor watched curiously what you were going to do.

You lifted your hands up close to his face. You waited for permission. The confused man didn't say anything so you gingerly touched his face. Your face breaking into a toothpaste commercial smile made the man's hearts skip a beat. He could see how much love your eyes hold for the future him, for him.

"So you have always been handsome, but not ginger", you whispered your voice a bit shaky from the unexplainable emotion that was in your throat.

A small chuckle escaped his lips. "And who you might be?".

"I am not sure if I am allowed to tell you that", you answered a bit cheekily making the man grin.

You carefully took your hands away from his face suddenly craving to find your Doctor.

"Y/N!"

You both turned to see where the shouting was coming from.

"Doctor!", you yelled back tears streaming down your face, however they were happy tears.

Finally down the alley ran a tall lanky man who was nothing like the skinny spiky haired man next to you.

His brown wild hair was messier than usual, probably from him running his hand through his hair in stress. His green eyes were frantically searching for anything that would indicate you would be hurt.

"You are okay, you are okay", he rambled pulling you to his arms. He buried his face to your neck inhaling your scent.

"Blimey, I was so worried. I will never let go of your hand again", he muttered taking your face in his hands.

"I am okay, Doctor. Nothing bad has happened", you reassured him bringing your hands on top of his that were holding your face carefully while his eyes scanned you throughout.

"I love you so much Y/N, I cannot lose you", he confessed voice thicker than usual.

Before you could even answer to him, his lips captured yours. Regardless of the storming emotions the kiss was gentle and loving.

It made you weak in the knees. Oh how many nights did you imagine what this moment would be like, how this would feel. You needed to admit that it felt better than you could have ever imagined.

After a moment you two pulled away catching your breaths.

"I love you too Doctor, with all my heart", you whispered making the Doctor smiling brighter than the sun.

"What are you doing here?", the Doctor asked after a moment of silence.

"Oh you-", you looked where the past version of him used to stand. However the skinny man had disappeared into thin air.

"I just needed to get away from the crowd", you explained, it technically was the truth.

He accepted your answer and took your hand smiling giddily.

"Let's get back to the TARDIS"

"That sounds great", you responded leaning against his side resting your head against his shoulder.

Near the TARDIS you felt eyes on you. Turning around you were met with brown eyes that seemed to shine brighter than the stars you had seen.

You blew him a kiss and winked before disappearing into the TARDIS.

The Doctor watched as the TARDIS disappeared. Oh how he wanted to find you. He didn't know you, but he could already feel how you were a missing piece from his soul.

He really loved you already.

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"Why on earth did you wear sandshoes?"

"Oi!"

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Perfect Match

English is not my first language, please be kind

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•Warnings: oral sex, fake relationship, talking of sexual themes, piv, smut.•

Modern!Aemond x Fem!Reader

Part One -> Part Two -> Part Three -> Part Four -> Part Five

For as long as they had been together, Aemond never remembered her in his room. She actually has never been there at all.

She had been at her house to meet his parents, show them what a perfect couple they were, but they left to go out after that.

So he could understand her confusion when he pulled her in his car, and passed her house.

“Aemond… where are we going?” She complained as she leaned back on the seat, her drunk ass getting whiny.

“To my house.” He responded coldly as he kept driving, his eye fixed on the road. She hummed as she tried to get comfortable on her seat. Her dress kept riding up as she moved, but she was too drunk to care.

“Why?” She asked then. Aemond sighed and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

“Because I said so. Now shut up.” He grunted as he massaged his temple.

He pulled in the parking spot of his house and got off his truck, going to open her door and helped her out. She stumbled a bit, but he kept her tightly by her hips, preventing her from falling on her face.

“Take off those damn heels if you can’t walk in them.” He sighed as he knelt on the floor to take them out of her feet. She leaned down and put a hand on his shoulder and another on the top of his head to keep her balance as she chuckled.

“Now you’re going down on me? That’s fair…” She smiled as she laughed, leaning back on the car as soon as he took her first heel off. Aemond rolled his eye as he moved to the other heel.

“No. Just stay still, for Christ sake.” He scoffed as he finally managed to take her other heel off.

“Oh, come on…” She chuckled as she spread her legs and pushed his face between her thighs, moaning just for the contact. He growled as he grabbed her thighs tightly.

“We’re outside.” He said as he pushed his head back and looked up at her with a glare, showing off his annoyance.

She looked down at him with her drunken smile, her eyes filled with lust and desire. He growled at her face and lifted one of her thighs on his shoulder, pressing his nose to her clit through the fabric.

She was so drunk he could make her come in a few licks.

He pushed the fabric aside, diving his tongue to her core, lapping at her with hunger, thirst.

He raised her thigh over his shoulder, pushing his face further, sucking her clit hard, until he felt her shaking slightly, her hands flying in his hair as she pulled them.

“Oh, baby…” She moaned. “Yes, yes – Make me come -” She gasped as her hips jerked, her core rubbing against his mouth as he did his best to keep his mouth on her clit, following her movements. He managed to catch a glimpse of her from his position, her mouth open, her eyes closed and her brow arched.

He knew that expression perfectly.

He knew she was close.

He slipped two of his fingers inside her, she moaned surprised, but more turned on by the new sudden stimulation as he gently rubbed her walls with the tip of his fingers, giving her just enough to come on his tongue with a strangled moan.

“You’re lucky you weren’t very loud.” He sighed as he stood up, letting her leg down and looking around them.

They were covered by the car anyway, but a little check couldn’t hurt.

He took her hand and led her inside the house.

It was an old manor outside, but his parents completely modernized the inside.

He glanced back at her as already at the entry door, he could hear the voices of his parents fighting once again, but she seemed too lost in looking at the furniture to actually hear them.

Aemond clenched his jaw as his parents' voices kept getting higher, pulling his girlfriend more forcely, trying to get her to his room before she could start to ask questions.

If their parents knew that someone other than their children had witnessed one of their nasty fights, they would have gone crazy.

But she wouldn’t move.

He was seriously getting angry with her, and he was ready to grab her and throw her over his shoulder if necessary 

She finally stopped looking at the ceilings and looked at him.

Straight in the eye.

She smiled.

Compassion.

Understanding.

He did not expect… that. It left him stunned, frozen. 

She took the lead, and started walking upstairs, where she would have expected his room to be.

Aemond got back to himself as she was about to walk past his bedroom, so he silently and gently tugged her back, guiding her to his door and letting her inside.

There was only a faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the windows

Aemond moved to switch the light on, but she grabbed his hand before he touched the switch.

“I like the dark.” She said gently, her voice was soft.

So soft.

He never heard her talk to him like that, not even when they played the perfect couple.

It tugged something in his chest. He didn’t even know it could have happened to him again.

He liked the dark too.

They both moved, they both walked towards each other, until their bodies were pressed together and their mouths were on each other.

It wasn’t their usual make out rough kiss. It was gentle, even if deep, soft even if messy.

He felt her hands slide in his hair, messing them up as she pulled him closer, trying to slip her tongue as deep as it would go. He wrapped a hand on the back of her neck in return, securing her close as he squeezed her bottom with his other hand.

He brought her home to fuck her raw on his bed, slap her ass, choke her as she came.

Those thoughts were far away as he slowly pulled down the strap of her stupid pink satin dress. They were away as he gently laid her on his bed,  as he caressed her whole body, gently, feeling every curve of hers.

For once, he didn’t feel like ruining her.

He laid on top of her, moving her hair off her face as he leaned back down to kiss her again.

She was only wearing her panties under that dress, no bra.

He quickly pulled his shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the room as he moved back down to kiss her neck, her jaw, feeling her back arch against him, her chest rubbing against his.

He widened her legs enough to fit between them, grinding slowly against her core as they kept kissing. They both let out a sigh at the pleasurable friction, their kiss getting more intense as she lowered her hands to his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper, trying to free him from his confines. 

She slipped her hand in his boxers and she slowly started to pump his cock, slowly, caressing him gently, squeezing the tip whenever her hand passed over it, making him breath in deeply every time. He caressed her neck, moving slowly to her breast, gently caressing every inch of her skin as he slowly started to jerk his hips towards her hand, his own moving to her stomach, then inside her panties. He pressed two fingers on her clit, circling it slowly, putting enough pressure to see her eyes roll in the back of her head. She used her free hand to cover her mouth as her own hips started moving, accompanying the movements of his fingers, trying to get more, trying to bring herself again to the brink of another orgasm.

She moaned softly, her sounds muffled by her hand as she started to pump him faster, squeezing him more as his fingers circled her pearl quickly, making her back arch and her head lean back.

“Come for me.” He whispered as he looked at her. “Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”

She did just that.

Her eyes shut closed as a whine escaped her lips, her hand tightening around his length as her hips trembled, letting them fall back down on his bed.

He guided her hand away from his cock, kissing it before bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking them as he looked at her in the eyes.

The dim light of the moon made the sight of her purely ethereal, her mouth slightly agape and her pupils dilating at the sight of him made him feel a warm feeling inside his chest.

He leaned down, resting on his elbows at each side of her head, and he kissed her again, gently, slowly.

He felt like he had all the time in the world.

He didn’t want this moment to end.

She kissed him back just as gently, wrapping her arm around his neck and playing with his long hair, her legs spreading at their maximum as she pressed her hand on her lower back, pulling him closer.

Aemond grabbed his cock and passed it over her core before pushing it inside her, resting his forehead against hers.

She breathed in shakingly as she felt him, splitting her walls apart, making space for himself inside her.

She didn’t even have to adapt anymore.

It was like she was made for him.

It was like he was made for her.

A perfect match.

He wrapped his arm above her head, keeping her still as he slowly pushed all of his length inside her, panting.

He liked it hard and fast.

He liked to fuck.

But he couldn’t remember sex feeling any better than it did at that moment.

She put a hand on his cheek, looking in his eye as he started to move.

Slow, soft and gentle.

She let out a low moan as his cock caressed her walls, his tip hitting the right place where she felt the most pleasure, making her breath hitch and gasp every time he reached it.

They didn’t talk.

They didn’t know what to say.

Words were futile at that moment.

There was nothing their eyes weren’t already saying to each other.

He moved his face beside hers, both their mouths were at the other ear level, they could both hear their breath getting heavier as he moved just a little bit faster. Her foot moved to caress his calf as her hand moved on the back of his head, caressing it. He tightened his arms above her head making her nuzzle between his neck and shoulder, keeping her close to him as he felt his orgasm reaching him faster than he expected.

She whined in his neck, her arm tightening around his neck, bringing him even closer as she clenched around him, squeezing him in her warmth, like an encouragement to fill her up, to let himself go inside her.

He moved faster, the head of his cock touching her sweet spot with more intensity, her moans raising of volume as she pressed her forehead against the side of his neck, her thighs trying to close as she reached her orgasm.

He turned his head so he could hiss her, swallowing every sound they made as they came together.

They kept grinding against each other until they calmed down, Aemond let himself fall on his side on the bed, bringing her with him. He moved his hand on the back of her thigh and hoisted it up around his waist so he could stay inside her.

When he opened his eye he found her already looking at her, her lips parted, her breathing still ragged.

She moved closer, silently watching him.

None of them dared to look away from the other, until eventually, they both fell asleep in the other’s embrace.

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Alastor x Fem! Reader {soulmates} Part Pilot

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies you also die. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes.

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The hair on the back of my neck rose half a second before something hard hit my head. I couldn't see anything but I could still feel when I hit the pavement. I rolled onto my back and tried to kick up at whoever was there.

Multiple hands grabbed me and dragged my across the hard ground. I felt my strength slowly coming back with my sight. There wasn't much to see as three dark figures towered above me. My back cracked when they slammed me into the wall.

One of them grabbed my jaw and dug their fingers into my cheek. I tried clenching my teeth but they easily pried my mouth open. I tried flicking my wrist but the rocks under my feet barely moved. They had hit my head so I couldn't use my magic. Now they were trying to drug me. Keep a mage discombobulated or high and they can't use their magic.

One of them had their entire weight on my legs and the other had my arms pinned against my side. They slipped a powder past my lips and clamped my mouth shut. I took a deep breath before they pinched my nose. I had only seconds before I passed out and they could get the rest of the powder down my throat. It was already soaking into my tongue and cheeks. I tried scrapping it against my teeth.

The weight on my feet disappeared. I tried kicking them but there was nothing but air. I pulled my leg up and dug my heel in their groin. They fell back and slammed into the wall behind them at an inhuman speed. I reached for the last attacker's eyes and dig my nails in. He let go and jumped over me as if to run. I immediately spat on the ground and wiped my tongue with the back of my hand.

I looked around at the dark alley. Everything was starting to double, the colors a wild red and blue. Some of it had gotten into my system. I saw two men laying still on the ground, the other running for the bright road. Something flew past my face and strikes him dead center in the back of his head. His body fell limp.

"Are you alright, my lady?"

I turned over my shoulder to see Alastor, the Radio Demon, towering above me. His eyes seemed to glow in the dark alley and his coat was as red as blood. I knew he was tall but he looked even more terrifying in person. His long, red fingers were outstretched in a kind gesture.

"What do you want?" I demanded.

"Is that any way to treat your savior?" He moved his hand closer, edging me to accept his offer.

"Why would you help me?" I rubbed the back of my head and winced. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. He stood a full head taller than me but he seemed oddly skinny. He didn't have the muscle I had.

"I know rumors deem me a dark light, but I can assure you I'm still a gentleman at heart. How could I let those fools continue their assault?" He wiped his hand on his coat as if I had some kind of germ or disease on me.

"I didn't ask for the help so I'm in no way obligated to do anything you ask," I said. I looked down to examine my hands because that was better than staring at his terrifying eyes. I lost my balance and fell backwards into the wall.

He grabbed my wrist and roughly pulled it up. I tried pulling it back but he held on painfully tight. I could picture him using his sharp teeth to slice it off in one bite. But he didn't. He dropped my hand and grabbed my chin next. He turned my head as if examining my neck. I tilted my head back and pulled away. I slammed into the wall again but tripped on my own feet, landing right on my tailbone.

He leaned down and grabbed my face again. I tried digging my nails into his wrist but my strength had disappeared. The drug was taking full effect now. "Let go of me, demon," I spat. He used his other hand and dragged a claw down my cheek. I cried and tried pushing him away with my feet. He stepped back, his smile never fading. I covered my bloody cheek and stared him down.

I had managed to stay free for five years. I wasn't about to fall into another mage's trap. I wasn't going to go back. I would rather die trying to escape the Radio Mage than go back. I knew his patience was thin and nothing immoral was off the table for him.

He reached up and touched his cheek, his claws coming back with a dark liquid. He looked down at his fingers before slowly meeting my eyes. That's when it clicked. I felt a rush of cold reality over my body. Matching cuts. A soulmate match.

I put both hands in the ground and pushed myself up. I ran down the alley, jumping over my attacker, and bolted for my home. I tripped several times but nothing was going to stop me. People stared at me as if I had seen a ghost. They didn't know that I had seen worse.

Everything hurt by the time I reached my apartment. I hadn't seen him since the alley so I hoped that meant I had lost him. I fumbled with my keys, struggling for several minutes to get the small key into the lock. I fell into my apartment and slammed the door shut with my feet. I turned the lock and crawled into the corner of the living room. I hugged my legs and stared into the dark apartment. Everything was spinning and unnatural colors jumped out at me. I felt jittery, like everything inside me was buzzing.

I stayed there for several minutes, waiting for the inevitable knock at the door. What was I thinking? I had just led the most powerful mage on this side of the country to my doorstep. I should've hid somewhere else. He of all people could follow someone without being noticed.

The only tell of time was the old clock on the fireplace mantle. I stayed in the corner for nearly forty-minutes, unmoving. Time seemed to be past uncharacteristically fast. I blamed the drugs on that. How long before this wore off, again? It wasn't the first time I had ingested this type of drug. It was the drug they used to keep mages from using their magic.

I finally found the courage to stand. I flipped the light switch and walked along the wall to the bathroom. I fell against the sink, clinging to the edge just to keep myself up. For such a small amount it was having a huge effect on me. Had the drug gotten stronger or had it been that long since it was used on her?

I turned on the faucet and gulped down the cool water. I splashed my face and tired to blink away the bright colors. No amount of drinking or splashing could return me to my normal state. I practically choked on the water and finally turned it off, grabbing the towel off the rack and pressing it to my face. I carefully straightened my feet and tried standing up. I felt more sturdy on my feet now. This meant that I had passed the peak of the drug. I was on the hill down to my normal state.

I let out a sigh and hung up the towel. I looked at my red eyes and saw another pair behind me. I screamed and spun a cast back at him. I slipped and fell into the old tub. I slipped into the corner with my hand outstretched. The faucet dug into my spine. He practically glided into the small room.

"Don't come closer!" I yelled. "My accuracy gets better every time."

"Your Slight magic stands no chance against me," he mused, "but I appreciate the confidence."

"The fuck do you want?" I demanded again.

"Should it surprise you that I want to meet my soulmate?" He tilted his head to the side.

"If you kill me you also die," I reminded him.

He chuckled. "I know how the magic of soulmates work, my dear." He stepped close and held out a hand to me. "If I wanted you dead, I would have done so already." The deepening of his tone didn't make me want to accept his gesture any more than already. "I'd like to have a civil conversation, if you don't mind."

It was another moment before I slowly laid my hand on top of his. He was careful to wrap his claws around my hand and didn't roughly pull me to my feet this time. I stepped out of the tub and let him lead me out of the room. He finally let go of my hand, gliding to the small fireplace and lighting it with a snap of his fingers.

He perched himself on one of the chairs and motioned for me to sit in the other one. I quietly obliged, my eyes never once leaving his smiling face. His trademark cane seemingly appeared in his lap.

"What do you want?" I asked less aggressively this time.

"My my, you're a distrustful soul aren't you?" He leaned his cheek on his hand.

"With my history you would be too," I said.

"What do you do for a living?"

"Anything and everything. Really anything that pays me."

"A tradition-breaker I see," he said. "Most women your age are attending school or doing housework for a master or husband."

"Let's just say I'm not well liked."

"Did you know those men?" he prompted.

"No, but they probably knew me."

"Does that happen to you often?"

"It's not frequent but it's not possible to avoid either," I answered. My clasped hands were sweaty and my cheek pinched from the dried blood on it. He was still sporting the same cut on his own cheek, clearly visible in the firelight.

"What did they want with you?" He was sitting straight again with his legs partly crossed and his hands clasped in his lap. Everything in me was tense and conscious. My hair on the back of my neck was standing up. I needed to get the demon out of my house.

"I used to belong to a fight ring."

"Lovely." His tone suggested anything but that. He looked down at his watch and let out a short sigh. "My my, it's sure getting late. We should be heading back."

"We?" I stood up just as he did.

"I can't leave my soulmate in danger, now can I?" He stepped closed to me.

"I know how to go under again," I said quickly. "I'll be leaving town and changing my appearance. No one will know it's me again."

"Then I wouldn't be able to find you again."  His eyes grew brighter the further we walked away from the fire. I bumped into the kitchen table and tried to put it between me and him.

"I'm sure this will scar and you'll be able to tell it's me." I pointed to my cheek. "Or I could just let you know where I go. That way you know where I am."

"If I bring you with me I'll always know where you are." I found myself staring at a shadow the second his claws touched my shoulder. I turned and he shoved me into the wall by my neck. "Besides, I of all people could keep you safest." His claws squeezed my neck.

"I feel qui-quite safe, I'm okay. I-I assure you." I casted a forced smile up at him. The room seemed to darken around his bright red eyes.

"I'm sorry, dear, it's not a request." He slipped his hand behind my neck and pulled me against him. He slammed his cane down on the ground with a cold THUD. His hand moved behind my back as the floor disappeared from beneath my feet. I instinctively grabbed at him to keep myself from falling. Wind whipped my hair around but I didn't dare let go.

My feet abruptly touched solid ground and the wind died down. I carefully let go with one hand to move my hair out of the way. Around me was a dark forest and the sound of waves crashing was apparent, as was the smell of the sea.

His chuckled vibrated through me and I jumped away. "Where the hell are we?" I turned around to see a dark mansion sitting on the cliff's edge. It's pointed roofs sliced through the light blue of the set sun.

"Welcome home, dear," Alastor said as he walked past. I spun in a circle, seeing nothing but forest and ocean. How far were they from civilization? For his reputation, probably hundreds of miles. Maybe even thousands. I crossed my arms and rubbed them to keep warm.

I turned around to see him waiting for me. His smile was still plastered to his face but his teeth weren't showing this time. He was leaning on his cane, if you called his stance leaning, at the base of the porch steps. I clenched my teeth and forced my feet to take one step after another.

Once I had reached him, he put a hand up to stop me. He tried to touch my forehead but I jerked back, my knees nearly buckling underneath. "Relax darling," he said, "I can ease the drug effect." I forced myself to be still as he swept his palm across my forehead. My vision cleared and the bright colors disappeared. I felt more stable but my magic was still out of service.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Home, dear." He turned and walked into the old house. I looked around once more before following him. Inside looked as dark as the outside. The door slammed shut and the lights abruptly lit up at the snap of his fingers. The house's true colors came through - a deep purple and velvet with dark wood accents.

To the right was the living room that held the warm fire and large windows. To the left was the dining room with what looked like stacks of old furniture and other timely pieces. Did he collect things?

"You don't..." I hesitated, "you don't think...that you can keep me here for the rest of my life."

"I do." He spun his cane and slammed it into the wood flooring. "Because just as you said, lovely, if you die, I die. You have made a name for yourself just as I have. You should be thanking me really," he said walking past me.

"Thank you?" I scoffed.

"I'm doing you a favor. No more of this running from town to town nonsense. Now you have a place to call home and don't have to worry a hair on your head about living to the next day."

"I'd prefer freedom over a fancy cage. I've survived on my own just fine for twenty-one years of my life. I'm no housemaid."

"Then let me put it simply." He stepped dangerously close until I jammed my heels into the door. He leaned down so his yellow teeth were inches from my nose. "You will remain here for the rest of your life, whether you like it or not." The room began to darken. "I have my ways of keeping people in their place. We may share scars but we don't share pain." His face contorted unnaturally and his eyes looked less humane. I felt sick. "You should remember that when you think of defying me. I'm called the Radio Demon for a reason." He abruptly stood up and the lights came back. "Sound good, darling?"

My shoulders fell with my spirit.

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Luke castellan x chubby!fem!reader. 18+ Drabble

Request: Luke x plus size smut im begging taking out anger from like loosing capture the flag on the reader plsss -anon

Warnings: smut content, minors not allowed, rough f*ck, Luke being aggressive and dominate, slight degradation, hair pulling.

“that’s it,” his hoarse voice growled into your ears, “fuckin’ take it.”

Luke’s hand kept itself on your hip and gripped the fluffy skin, and the other keeping your leg help up as you tried to balance yourself over the table.

you didn’t participate in capture of the flag, being a child of Aphrodite you didn’t find it your style, but you cheered your boyfriend on every time. However this time for the first time in a long time, his team had lost.

And boy was he enraged at losing. When you went up to him you saw how tight his jaw clinched together and gritted his teeth, the sword in his hand was kept in a tight grip. He was huffing and puffing and you knew he could hurt someone if he wanted to in that moment.

But being the amazing girlfriend you are, you offered comfort to him and a sweet smile but he wasn’t having any of it. He glared at you for a second then tugging your arm away and you were forced to follow him.

and that’s how you ending up here. Gushing around his cock that bullied your insides and not caring if he was too rough with you. He was tugging and squeezing every part of your body, and sinking his teeth all around. The pretty skin he loves to kiss was now covered in bruises and red marks, or his bitemarks.

Luke had tendencies to fuck you rough sometimes but never this hard, and out the blue. He would start slow by kissing you softly or rubbing up you body to get you going, telling you beautiful you looks. And if he was to be rough with you he’d start off slow by reaching his hand up to your neck, tugging you around or giving your ass a few smacks.

but he jumped right into it with his teeth nipping at yours and pushing you against anything he could find. his hands practically ripping of your clothes and slapping your pretty tits to see them bounce.

Even when you whimpered and whined he didn’t care.

“I can’t fucking believe it,” you felt his tip brush up against your spot, “I lost- To ares kids of all fucking-” a pleasured moan left his lips cutting him off.

you pout your lips while gripping onto the dusty wooden table under your. Each time his hips slammed into yours you could hear the wet sounds your pussy made and could feel your juices running down your thigh.

“Such a little whore, taking my cock so nicely without any warning.” He forced you back into him causing you to let out a small scream after you tried to bite your lip for being too loud. his movements stopped for a second and let his dick rest in your warm walls.

you whine and try to look back. You grind your hips against him, trying to get him to start moving again but this seemed to piss him off more.

your face gets pushed down into the table as he let your leg fall back onto the ground. you yelped as he started to pound into you making the table move into the wall. your body jiggled against him, something he loves so much. If only he could see it all.

“So greedy, I just lost and you’re whining like a bitch in heat? You will take what I give you, I’ll fuck you cunt as much as I want tonight. Cry, whimper or plead. It doesn’t matter to me what you do,” he leaned down and took a fist of your hair, pulling your head back as his body pressed yours against the table.

“Tonight you’re just a hole for me to fill.”

[dipperscavern]

ugh my most fave account in the whole WORLD can I ask for bathing w Jon??? Doesn’t even have to be smutty (tho I wouldn’t complain) just like spending time with him after a stressful day, maybe a massage, maybe some ogling idk 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

most fave account in the world… you’re just saying that… [batting my lashes] absolutely u can!! thank u for the ask <3

jon snow x fem!reader, set after the battle of the bastards

jon’s not sure who’s blood he’s covered in anymore. dirt & grime cling to him like moths to a flame, and he’s exhausted — in all senses.

it’s emotional, being back in winterfell. it’s halls echo with the haunted laughter of the ghosts that once roamed them, and jon can almost feel the memories etched onto the bricks under his fingertips. how many feet have walked these halls?

he knows winterfell it’s just a castle, a place that’s been here & will remain here long after he dies. he knows it’s the people that make a place a home — knows the castle doesn’t take sides or have favorites of its inhabitants, but he can’t help the feeling of possession that licks up his spine. a strange sense of family, like the castle itself has been waiting to hold them all in its walls once more.

and, he feels a sense of pride. accomplishment. finally does he have back that which was taken from him and his family when the realm fell apart. he’s been guarding the wall for years, and he vows to guard winterfell with the same ferocity.

he thinks all this while he stands at the window of his old room, watching the banners of flayed men be cut down & replaced with direwolves. bolton’s, cut down. replaced by starks. a hot bath awaits behind him, waiting to wash his sins clean, but he hasn’t so much as looked at it yet. he feels so much, all of it all at once. grief, shock, pain, nostalgia — all which make his head spin.

the adrenaline of battle quickly disappears from his system, making his knees buckle as he leans against the windowsill. little black spots dance in his vision as he tries to regain his balance. rickon chipped a tooth on this sill, he thinks. the memory uncomfortably squeezes at his heart.

as his brain assesses he’s not in danger anymore, various injuries now come to light. the ache of his knuckles, bruised & wet with blood. whether it’s his or ramsays, he can’t be entirely certain. his legs hurt, his arms hurt; the cuts on his face scream as dirt mixes with the open wound. he can feel the plethora of grime in his scalp, and the strain of his hair being pulled back. he should- needs to be back out there, checking on his men, surveying winterfells grounds, helping with the cleanup — but he can’t do that until he gives his body some respite. he needs relief, but where does he even start?

he’s smoothing a hand over his jaw when the door opens, and he turns to see you. you exhale, visibly relaxing at the sight of him as you close the door. your eyes rake up and down his body, seemingly checking for any mortal wounds. he understands, you lost sight of each other as soon as the battle started. well, you lost sight of him as the entirety of the bolton army ran at him full speed.

“Sansa said you’d be here.”

albeit less than him, you’re covered in the aftermath of battle yourself. while relieved to see you, jon doesn’t have the energy to respond, meeting your eyes with a tired look & nodding. you smile at the sight of what he’s leaning against, moving to join him at the sanctuary of his window.

“Rickon chipped a tooth on this sill.”

when he thought of it, it hurt. but when you mention it, it only makes him smile — huffing out a breath of laughter.

“Aye. He did.”

you look out the window for a moment, relishing in seeing the stark banners hang once more, before reaching a hand up to cradle his cheek. you have it angled to not touch any of his cuts, and the small gesture makes him only fall more in love with you, if even possible.

you look at him for a moment, and then move to reach for jon’s gloved hand. he almost pulls back at the thought of sullying your clean hands with his own, caked with blood both metaphorically & physically — but he fails to realize you took lives today too. your hands are just as sullied as his own, but never in his mind will they be equal. either way, you don’t seem to mind, eager to reaffirm the idea that he’s okay by feeling him under your hands.

you begin to slide off his glove, and he winces at the exposure of his bloody knuckles. they’re bruised, skin partially cracked from the force he used to have a conversation with the bolton bastard. your brows pinch, muttering an apology as you toss the glove on the floor & move to take off the other.

he looks at you as you work, and he suddenly feels a surge of emotion. how lucky is he to have someone that understands him so? you know what he needs even when jon himself doesn’t, and he has to resist the urge to interrupt you by pressing a kiss to your temple. he settles on allowing the corners of his lips to quirk up in a small smile.

even in his gratefulness, he can’t help the thought that lingers in the back of his mind. the thought that he should be out there, tending to the wounded or helping in some other way (as if he wasn’t part of the fight to win back winterfell). anything other than remaining warm in the castle halls while there’s still work to be done. he can’t help himself, and eventually voices as much.

“I should be out there.”

“Sansa has it.” you say, not even glancing at him as you begin to fiddle with the buckles of his outer layer.

sansa. he thinks back to the spoiled princess that left winterfell, and now to the politically-savvy ruler that’s been left in her wake. from what he’s seen, she’s become strong, and if you say she has it — she has it. he selfishly relishes in letting someone else take the lead, even if only for a moment.

he feels exhaustion beginning to settle in, taking root deep in his bones. the prospect of you, a bed, and warm furs currently entice him more than any offer of gold or jewelry, but he knows it’ll be long before he can get what he desires. he decides to compromise, settling for the present until time calls for sleep.

once you get his outer layer off, he begins to strip himself bare. he has no care for you seeing him, you’ve both been as naked as your name day before the other countless times — who is he to hide from you now?

as the dirt, sweat, and blood that were trapped underneath his clothing get released, the reprieve is palpable. his skin appreciates its liberation from the suffocating fabric, beginning to assuage its protest.

eventually, he steps in, sinking into the bath & letting the hot water turn his mind off. his eyes flutter shut at the instant soothe it provides, and he’s thankful to have all his uncomfortable clothing off. his injuries sting at first, making him grimace, but they eventually calm down. he’s vaguely aware of you approaching behind him, moving to sit on the stool handmaidens usually use to assist their lord or lady.

your hands come to fuss with his hair, untying the portion of it that’s held back. the tension that snaps free from his head has his brows knitting, a shaky exhale falling from his lips. your hands run through his curls, lightly scratching at his scalp. the ache of it is delicious, and goosebumps litter his body at the feeling.

you look down at jon, a light smile adorning your face at the sight of his relief. watching the bolton army swarm him had your chest tightening, uncomfortably compromising any hope of air entering your lungs. you watched as ramsay paid his debt for his transgressions, as jon lost himself in his anger, and as sansa snapped him out of it. and truthfully, horribly, you’re just glad he’s alright.

you lean forward, resting a hand on the edge of the tub as your head leans against his own, tipped back. your other hand comes over his shoulder, finding purchase on any skin available to you. you’ve done this dance before — almost losing him, and then having to convince yourself he’s okay again. you can only do that by feeling him through your fingertips, greedily soaking up his touch like vultures during winter.

you both don’t need words. you became fluent in the language of your comfortable silence long ago.

you sit there for a moment, relishing in his presence, his touch, being in winterfell again. you look to the window, thinking of all there is to be done, and sigh. you need to get back out there. you press a kiss to his temple, then retract, moving to stand up. the water lightly sloshes around as jon looks at you.

you lightly caress the back of his neck, looking down at him. “I should return. Offer assistance where it’s needed.”

you move to walk off, but jon catches your hand. “You could join me,” he says. “If you like.”

you look to him, your gaze accidentally flickering to his chest. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and you look away. you never did have any resolve when it came to jon.

you squeeze his hand, then turn to start undressing. you didn’t even realize how uncomfortable you were until you started shedding your layers, freeing your irritated skin. your head drops down, and you run your hands through your hair. gods. how long had you been fighting?

you don’t notice how jon’s gaze is trapped on you, mapping the expanse of your body. if he’s ever doubted the existence of the gods, your presence reaffirms that belief. you were hand crafted, created with the intention to embody beauty in human form. if you asked of him absolution, jon would pray — kneeling before you as his altar.

you discard your clothes, moving to step in opposite from him. you’re fairly unharmed, other than the few small bruises that litter your body. the hot water enveloping you is everything and more, and you mutter a “Gods..” as you sink in. jon’s gaze hasn’t left you once.

you sigh. “It’s strange. Being back.”

jon only nods, looking out the window, expression becoming distant as he recounts the experiences had in the safety of these walls. hide and seek games that lasted well into the night. sneaking into the kitchens. archery and sword training. nan’s old ghost stories. your shared first kiss.

the last thought has his lips quirking up in a smile, returning his sight to you only to find you already looking at him. he leans forward, arm outstretching for you.

“Come here.”

he reaches for you, and you oblige — letting him turn you around & pull you to his chest. the water sloshes as you both move, getting more comfortable than you’ve been in weeks.

his touch has always been grounding, anchoring you in a way you weren’t made to understand. right now, it’s just you and jon in your own world. no sickness, no death, no cruelty. only serenity, and you think you could stay in this moment forever. still, you know you can’t, and that the aftermath of battle awaits just outside the old wooden door.

but, for now, you both lay against the other — gaze trapped on rickons’ sill as the banner of the wolf flies once more.

[penelope-potter]

Small Box~

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! Owl Hybrid! Reader

Summary: You and Alastor are about to renovate the Hotel after the Extermination, so you tried to repair what you could. Including the big wooden closet, Charlie got from her Dad. Since she's Incredible sad that it's broken you two decided to help her. Unfortunate that the closet closed you two up inside.

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"It's all broken..." Charlie looked at her old closet, close to tears. The other residents and you watched her quietly as she went around the wooden doors and tried to push the broken hooks back in the right place. She looked so sad. "Charlie-" "It was from my Dad..." Charlie didn't let her girlfriend finish her sentence. Instead she turned around to look at us. "...I always hide in there as we played hide and seek." She wiped a tear from her cheek. "I'm sorry it-it's stupid. It's just an old closet-" "No i'ts okay." You said, stepping closer. "I know how it feels when something what's important to you got crushed." You gently stroke her back and smiled. "We can try to put it back together if you like. We have so much material left. With a few new screws this will look like new." Charlie smiled, her eyes all watery. "Really?" "Of course." "Well my dear don't you cry no more. I'm pretty sure that (Y/N) and I are perfectly capable of repairing this old...fond thing of yours." Alastor suddenly appeared behind you as you turned around, and froze. It was something in his presence that leaves you thrilled. His appearance screamed 'stay away from him' but all you could feel was the desire to come closer to him. The only thing what was not as terrifying as anything else, is his voice which was somewhat soothing. You know about his 'no touching' rule better then anyone, but as someone who was very touch starved, this was hard to control. Especially when you were so close with everyone else.

But you liked him, so you stay away from him as far as possible, only admiring him from afar. Only when he's talking with you you jump in, but you never found the courage to talk to him directly. That he's now dragging you both in this boat is more than nerve wrecking than you could have imagined. You stood there awkwardly, while the others came up with excuses to not help you both. You glared to Angel who was only grinning like an idiot as he shut the door behind you two. You sighed. "Alright dear! Any ideas how to start with this old thing..." He lifted the door with his cane and raised an eyebrow, his smile never fading. It bites on your tongue to tell him that he basically could just miracle the damage away, but you remain silent. It wouldn't be right for Charlie. You wanted to repair it the real way. "Well, How about we do something about the shelves first? They are loosen and look like they're about to fall every second." You said and walked in the direction already, he still stood there and watched you as you tried to pull them out. "Shit." You cursed as you couldn't found the grip to pull them out. They were smashed into the back wall and as you already were about to come up with a solution how to fix that, you could hear footsteps behind you. "Here, let me help you sweetest." You could feel the flush of your cheeks as he leaned against your back and grabbed the shelve with both of his hands, incredible close to your own. His back was pressed against you and you froze as you could feel every muscle of him flex. You was used to his touch when he wanted to. But this was something new. "Come on pull!" You jumped a bit but pulled, as at the same time you could feel his breath against your neck. You tried your best to ignore it but this whole situation made your hands sweaty so you lost grip of the shelve and bumped into him once more. He held you at your arms, steadied you for balance as you jumped away from him. "Sorry!" You said in a high pitched voice and turned your head away from him. The heat unbearable in your head. "I-I think we should try to rip them out from underneath it...o-otherwise we won't be able to pull them out." You babbled and took a step into the surprisingly huge closet. You looked up and tried to figure out how to push the shelves out as you could feel him next to you again. "It's alright dear. You look kind of nervous. Is everything alright?" You hit your head as you wanted to come up again. "Y-yes! Of course..." "Then tell me, why are you so nervous right now?" He titled his head like a freaking dog. "I'm not I was just careful. I know that you don't like to be touched. That's all. I don't wanted to make you uncomfortable..." You said embarrassed- suddenly very aware of how awful kind of a joke you made of yourself.

He laughed, which made the whole thing not easier for you. "Oh darling don't be silly. It's alright when it's you." He leaned forward and you stepped back until your back hits the back wall. "Very funny..." You smiled crooked and turned around to get a hold of the doors. "Well maybe we should-" "Is that the reason you are avoiding me dearest? Because you are scared of me?" He teased. "I'm not scared of you, I just don't want to cross your boundaries that's a way of showing respect!" You snarled back at him, he still smiling and looking like he was enjoying all of this while you still fumbled over the door. "How adorable...but it makes me kind of sad to see you being so touchy with the others but me..." You tried to ignore him as he stepped into the closed next to you, you letting the axes swung back into place. "I did it-" Your sentence broke as the doors of the closet swung back, pulling you two inside. "Shit!" You cursed and could hear Alastor fall back on the side and you tripping over his feet. The next thing that happened was that the closet fell back with you two still in it, and you two collapsing and ended up tangled with each other on the floor. "Outch..." You said, he groaning. You needed a few seconds to bring the picture into place, and the shock ran through you like a thunder. You fell directly on top of the demon, the doors right above you keeping you both shut in itself like a cage. "Oh fucking hell, I'm-I'm sorry I'll get us two outside of this thing..." You apologize and tried to push you up finding a spot for your hands other than his chest, but failed miserably. You knocked your elbow against the doors but nothing happened. "I think it won't open..." He said, but instead of anger in his voice, it was calmness. "Yeah I see that..." You sighed and blinked. The little gap between the doors let a bit of light in so you could see him smile teasingly. "Well, since we're stuck in here, this is a great opportunity to get along with each other." You only hovered a few inches above him, trying you best to bring so much distance between you as possibly as he grabbed your hips pulling you onto him again. You were glad that it was so dark in here so he couldn't see the red in your face. "You're shaking. God you are such a sweet thing..." He sung as you only gripped the collar of his coat tighter. "Stop teasing me!" You said, he chuckling. "You like hugging don’t you?" He sung and let his claws wander over your tights. It brought shivers down your spine. "Alastor..."

"You don't need to be afraid of me. You are far too dearly to me to kill you. I grew fond of you dear." He let go of you, spreading his arms as much away as possible in this little space you got. "No false formality's. Go ahead, we will stuck in here for a little while until they find us.” You started at him in this almost completely dark box and hesitated a bit before you raised an eyebrow but slowly placed your head on his chest. “You could just do one of your magic tricks and get us out of here.” You said, ignoring the fact that your head is burning and you were suddenly very aware of where your body’s touching. His chest rose relaxed up and down, but his heart pondering in his chest. You could feel the vibration from his laugh as he lay a hand on your back. “Oh yes I could. But I think the King of Hell layed a little magic trick on it, so it’s blocking my powers.” You raised your head to look at him. “Really?” You asked surprised as you could feel his nose was just a few inches away from yours. “Sorry…” “No need to.” He sung and his grin grew wider. Fucking tease. “And yes dear, so I think it takes a bit of time for the others to find us.” “They will ask us why we didn’t called for help.” “Oh we tried but nobody heard us, so we just waited…” He let it sound all so easy, when in reality every inch of your body was heating up as he shifts slightly to change into a more comfortable position. His legs were spread to make way for your own, and you could feel his hip bones against yours. You tried desperately to ignore the fact of feeling every body part about him right now and just tried to steady your breathing. “Oh so stiffed up. Tell me dearest why do you act so nervous around me? What’s the matter? Do I frighten you so much?” He asked and you let out a shaky breath. “No. Like I said before I just wanted to respect your boundaries. Plus I don’t know if you’re just playing with me and now I went straight into your trap and I’ll regret it once we get out of here…” You muttered the last part but it was enough for him to hear it anyway. Even though you were right about it, he was shocked that you thought he would do that to you too. He sure was teasing you and invaded your personal space often, but this was just the way of showing you he cares. Somehow. You couldn’t know it, he realized now. “I’m offended that you think so low of me…” He started, as his hands wandered to your hips again. You gasped and he chuckled. “I guess since nobody’s going to hear us I can say it to you directly.” He started and his gaze wandered over your face, taking every inch in his view. The bit of lights which falls in, was enough to let you appear like a holy thing that got lost in hell. Some gem he found in a rotten place and now he’s going to pick it up, not letting anyone who ever dare to lay a finger on it go away with it. You were far too pure, too kind and far too good hearted to let anyone else find you. He would keep you close to him. If you would only let him. “Don’t you see it in the way I’m always close to you dear?” He titled his head as far as he was able to.

“...you were just too busy trying to make up space for me that you couldn’t see that I was just asking you to come a bit closer.” His words slapped you like a brick. He actually wanted you to touch him? Be close to him? “Why didn’t you just told me?” You asked offended. “Why didn’t you just asked either?” You sighed and dropped your head on his chest again. “So you don’t mind my presence like the others?” You asked, a slight smile appearing on your lips. He grins mouth closed while he trailed his nails down your spine, which makes you shiver. “No, not at all. You just have to ask and I’m yours.” You laughed a bit. “What’s so funny?” “I don’t know. I desperately search for intimacy in others, but no one really felt this right like this one.” Silent was filling the space you were in and you already thought you did something wrong as he gentle took your head in his hands for you to look at him. “Oh dearest…” He started, his claws wandered over your cheek. “Although I despite physical touch, I might catch myself liking it a bit more now.” You eyes widened as his own started glowing. Your heart starts to race as the wrinkles on each side of his eyes started to get deeper as he laughed. “Only when it’s you of course.” You couldn’t do anything than just stare at him. “Uhm...I don’t know if I can believe you Alastor.” You said, he shook his head. “Why, of course you can. Let’s make a deal…” You instantly pushed away that your back hit the door. “I won’t make a deal with you.” “No not with your soul silly.” He waved it off and grabbed your hips again to pull you down on him. His voice suddenly very close to your ear. “I assess that words will be enough to keep your promise.” You almost forgot how to breath. In which kind of situation did you brought yourself in for fucks sake? Despite the strange atmosphere you couldn’t deny the fact that he had this effect on you. You would let him do anything in this moment, but you were still aware that making a deal with him won’t be on the list today. “And what kind of deal should that be?” You asked, still uncomfortable to use that word in front of him. “Let me think...you have the allowance to touch me every day. It must be a different spot and the time how long it last will increase each time. You don’t have to ask me for that.” You raised an eyebrow, his eyes lost the shimmer of red and you scanned his face in the darkness, in hopes to find the wrong intention. “And what will it bring to you?” You asked, he raising an eyebrow. “Excuse me-”

“I mean: you don’t have to do this. Where is the ‘But’?” He laughed a bit before pressing you against his chest, so that you could barely breathe. “My advantage is, that I’ll have you close to me for a little while without you running away anymore.…” He smiled softly and it made your head swirl. Was he serious? “You’re lying.” “I’m not darling. I adore you but I think you got the wrong picture of me.” He titled his head. “I would never do harm to you, so you don’t have to worry. I just want to know you better.” He looked at you for a while until his gaze lowered to your lips as you could made out in the dark. “I guess I’m not very good at courting…” For the first time there is something in his acting that just don’t make sense. Suddenly he’s all flustered, you could swear he even blushed a little, and his expression similar to a little boy in front of his first crush. You were amazed by him in every way possible and you were sure that you wanted to find out more about him too. How his real self was. Because you are pretty damn sure that there is another version of him he just doesn’t show to anyone. “I like that.” You said, he caught you smiling genuine for the first time since you were stuck in here. “Like what?” “Your true self.” You said, leaving him speechless for a moment. His hands innocently fiddling with the end of your shirt. “Oh but this is my true self dear.” You smiled crooked. “No it’s not. You may be smiling all the time, but I’m able to read eyes Al. You don’t have to pretend that you don’t have a side you just don’t want to show everyone. And that’s okay. Totally. I get it. Because...when we’re already about telling the truth to another… I want to learn more about you too.” You titled his head and allowed yourself to admire him and his startled gaze for a moment. “There is a reason I respect your boundaries. And I don’t know if you know this, but it’s because I really like you. But when it’s as important to you as it is for me to trust you more, then you might as well show me the real Alastor. And I will show you my true self too of course. But only if you let me.” He looked at you bewildered and came up to fully hug you. “Alright. I wonder how this will work out for us dear. It’s a deal.” You smiled. “Yeah it’s a deal then. Sadly I can’t shake hands right now…” “Oh there a many ways to seal a deal sweetest…” He raised his head and as you were about to ask him how, he already pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes snapped open as green light flashes the inside of the closet, so bright it brought you to close your eyes. You could feel him licking your bottom lip and the vibrations running wild inside you so you let him in. Your hands were shaking as your tongues danced together, and he could feel it so he took your hands into his and pressed them on his chest right there where his heart sits. You let go of each other, panting and the green light only a mist left. “I look forward to our little deal.” He winked at you.

“Now dearest, make yourself comfortable.” Your head dizzy from the kiss and speechless, you saw how pleaded he looked, dreamily placed his head back and his hands stroking yours a last time before wrapping his arms around your body. You lied your head on his chest again and relaxed. He sighed, almost in relief as you slowly relaxed. Even if you wanted to say something you wouldn’t have brought it over you right now. Suddenly you felt tired and his warm, soft body against yours was like a piece of heaven in this old closet in hell. It was the thing you always wanted to feel. The intimacy you needed. And he gave it to you. You only hoped he was serious and not just wanting your soul. But you trusted him. And if this would be your downfall, then you might as well accept the hell you grew fond of. The loud exciting voices which rang through the thick walls of the closet were only a distance sound for you both as you felt yourself slowly drifting into sleep. You never manage to fall asleep this fast and you couldn’t care less, because you only heard the demon’s fast beating heart.

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Finished! You wanted the small space trope, so you got the small space trope! This turned out a bit shitty so I'm sorry if it's not like you thought it would turn out. :(

[lovelyjj]

"I want only you." with jj maybank from the prompt list ??

Jealousy

jj maybank x reader

wc: 1.2k

JJ was going from girl to girl. He was having one-night stands. He was hooking up with every touron in sight. Truth be told JJ was trying to fill a void. He loved you and he was sure you didn’t love him back. He felt like he wasn’t good enough for you.

It was another party at some kooks house, how you and your friends, the pouges, got invited was a mystery. You were having fun dancing and drinking the usual partying scene.

You were getting yourself another drink when you saw him. You saw JJ talking to a girl that you didn’t know. You felt a pain in your chest at the sight. You didn’t know what was being said but you could bet 100 dollars that he was flirting with her.

The drink you got was a mai tai. It entered your system and made you a little buzzed. The idea of having to watch JJ flirt was nauseating. Therefore, you decided to wander upstairs.

You passed by a couple who was making out on the top of the stairs. You wandered down the hallway and tried a few doors but they were all locked. Eventually, finding nothing entertaining you decided to head back downstairs. As you turned around you were met with a hard chest.

“Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t see-“ you started.

“Rafe.”

“Hiya princess, what’s a pretty girl like you doing up here all alone,” Rafe smirked.

“Nothing I was just looking for the bathroom,” you spoke quietly choosing to lie instead of telling him you were just wandering around.

“Second door on the left,” Rafe pointed.

“Hey and maybe when your done we could get you another drink!” Rafe shouted as you walked towards the bathroom.

The bathroom was nice but you didn’t want to be in there long. You simply did your business and walked back out to the party. Rafe was leaning against the wall, waiting for you.

“There she is!” Rafe gestured towards you outstretching his hands.

“Yeah yeah yeah so where’s this drink you promised?”

“Come with me,” Rafe put his arm around your shoulder and led you downstairs.

When you reached the kitchen, Rafe pulled out two mai tais from the cooler. He handed you one and whispered in your ear, “drink up.”

You did as you were told and before you knew it you were on your fourth. You were standing around talking to Rafe about random things when you see JJ racing towards you and Rafe.

He got right up in your face and started yelling.

“What the hell do you think your doing?!”

“Drinking,” you slurred.

“With Rafe?” JJ accused.

“Yeah with Rafe, you were too busy eye fucking that poor girl,” you spat.

“Right so you keeping tabs on me now?” JJ questioned.

“No but you have no right to be jealous when all you do is hook up with other girls,” you shouted.

“Oh that’s rich. I’m not jealous, I’m just surprised your hanging out with this kook.”

“Why do you care?”

“Because I care. I care about you ok?! Is that so hard to believe? Rafe is bad news,” JJ yelled.

“You have a funny way of showing it,” you pointed your finger at him. You went to take a step towards him but you lost your balance and fell forward. JJ caught you thankfully.

The proximity of you and JJ got you flustered. The alcohol already was making you flushed you didn’t need to increase it. You could smell the alcohol on JJ’s breath, it was hitting your face.

“Thanks,” you acknowledged for catching you.

“No problem,” he breathed.

“If your little cat fight is over, I wasn’t done talking to y/n,” Rafe cut in.

“You know what Rafe, be my guest. Screw this I’m out of here. Hang out with whoever you want,” JJ stormed off leaving you drunk on his aroma. The few seconds that you were that close to him left you feeling dizzy.

“I’m glad that we’re finally alone,” Rafe expressed.

“Thanks for the drinks but I have to go,” you spoke quickly.

You wanted to find JJ and talk to him anything to continue to be around him but you had no luck. He was gone. You wondered if he found a girl to go home with. You hope not.

Kiara was the one who got you home safely because you were too drunk to do so yourself and you tried asking her about JJ but she knew nothing. When you finally made it to your room, you went to bed that night hoping JJ’s jealousy was real and that he wasn’t hooking up with a girl tonight.

——————

You woke up with a terrible hangover. You had a bad headache and you were feeling nauseous. You wanted to hide under the covers and never come out.

The day was bright and sunny, making you cringe from all the light. The headache you had didn’t help. You were sensitive from the light due to your hangover.

You want to check your phone and realized you had a text from JJ.

JJ: can we please talk?

Y/N: yeah I guess so.

JJ: come to the château.

The walk over to the château wasn’t that bad but your head was pounding. JJ was outside waiting for you.

“Hey you came!?” JJ stated.

“Yep.”

“Ok just listen and let me speak first,” JJ demanded.

You nodded your head.

“About the party, seeing you with Rafe made me really angry. I was super jealous and I know I have no right to be jealous but I was. I wanted to punch the living daylights out of him for even looking in your direction. You make me feel things I never thought I would feel. I think I’m better with you in my life, and I love you.” JJ finished.

You were shocked by his speech, you didn’t expect him to say that at all. You stood there thinking how to respond to that with JJ looking at you for an answer.

“How will I know that you’re loyal?” you asked.

“I want only you,” JJ replied.

“Do you mean that?”

“Yes, I mean every word. No girl could ever compare to you.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“So all those girls you were with mean nothing to you?” you raised a brow.

“I was only with those girls because I thought you would never love me back. I was being stupid and careless.” JJ explained.

“It really hurt me to see you with them.”

“So you were jealous?” JJ smirked.

“What No i- maybe,” you pondered.

JJ laughed and you were excited to see him so happy.

“Listen JJ I’ve always loved you,” you started.

JJ let out a sigh of relief, like he was holding his breath waiting for you to tell him that you love him.

“Good.”

“Can i kiss you i’m dying over here.” JJ pleaded.

“Yes.”

JJ grabbed your face and placed his lips on yours. The kiss was heated and frantic. You were relieved that he was kissing you. JJ was eager. Your lips were crushing together. JJ’s blood was rushing through his veins. JJ’s hands were cupping your cheek.

When the kiss was over both of your were smiling.

“Come back here,” JJ spoke.

You grinned into the second kiss. JJ moving one hand to your waist to pull your body closer to his. The other hand moved to your neck.

When it was over you were both breathing heavy.

“it’s just you and me against the world.” JJ acknowledged.

“Yep.”

[norrizzandpia]

Grow As We Go (Hurt Me Once Part 2) (OP81)

Summary: Maybe they didn’t miss the childhood best friends to lovers trope?

Warnings: angst, but a happy ending 🤭🤭

Note: Awww i loved this little series also SIDE NOTE just to point it out Hurt Me Once was Y/n speaking to Oscar but this song Grow As We Go is Oscar speaking to Y/n 🧡🧡

You say there’s so much you don’t know. You need to go and find yourself. You say you’d rather be alone cause you think you won’t find it tied to someone else. Oh, who said it’s true that the growing only happens on your own? They don’t know me and you.

His footsteps stayed frozen outside his front door, a sunken feeling in his stomach. He didn’t even know how he got home, disassociating during the drive after Y/n slammed the door on his face. Oscar knew he had to be feeling the worst kinds of sadness, but, as his eyes stayed on the door in front of him, he felt nothing.

Y/n was gone. He tried to get that through his head, but it still seemed outrageous because that was never supposed to happen for them in his mind. They were supposed to be with each other, be together, grow with the other throughout the entirety of their lives. They were Y/n and Oscar. No one knew them like he did, no one understood them like he did.

Or so he thought.

Conflicting, self-deprecating thoughts rushed in his mind as his hand smacked against the wood, trying to gain balance as he got lost in himself.

A creak was heard before his body was flying forward, losing the balance he had been trying to maintain. He stumbled forward, almost falling face down onto his family’s wood flooring whilst his mother yelped out at the sudden movement.

Once settled, and that means Oscar was leaning against the wall looking disheveled and defeated, his mother came up to bring his face in her hands.

“Osc? What happened?” She said in a worried tone, although she had an inkling as to why her son couldn’t even look her in the eye.

With his gaze trained on the floor, he whispered, “She shut the door on me, mom. She left me.”

Nicole had been mad at him, sure, but the sight of his darkened eyes and trembling lips had her maternal side overcoming the bitter one. Sweeping him in her arms, she gently shushed him as he began to choke up and cry.

“It was my fault. This was my fault. I could’ve stopped it. If I would’ve just told her how much I loved her, she would be happy. I would be happy. We would be happy.” He rambled, short inhales of breath at random times as he tried to sort through his pain.

Nicole nodded her head in understanding, “I know, Osc. I know, but you can’t beat yourself up over this. There’s no point.”

He pulled away to look into her eyes, the sight of his bloodshot ones making Nicole wince, “But, there is a point! It’s her! It’s Y/n! Of course, there’s a point because I love her!”

He shoved his head in his hands as his mother put a hand on his arm, the voices in his head quieting as he spoke softly, “Why couldn’t she just grow next to me? Why does she think being alone is what’s holding her back from changing?”

Nicole shook her head, “I don’t know, Osc, but this might just be what she thinks is best for her right now. You need to respect that.”

“Of course, I will, but it still hurts to know that she thinks I’m holding her back.”

As he began to make his way toward the stairs, Nicole bit on her lip as she hesitantly asked, “What are going to do about Lily?”

She watched as he stopped, his back to her as he thought over his answer. Taking a deep breath, Oscar began walking again whilst saying, “I’ve tried to mask my feelings for Y/n for so long. It’s not fair to anyone to continue doing it. Especially Lily.”

—

I don’t think you have to leave. If to change is what you need, you can change right next to me. When you’re high, I’ll take the lows. You can ebb and I can flow, and we’ll take it slow. And grow as we go. Grow as we go.

Her mind got away from her as she stood in the empty coffee shop. Flashes of Oscar and his face right as she shut the door on him haunted her at every moment. Part of her wishes she had just taken what he was telling her, taken the fact that he loved her and ran with it, but the other part of her, the scared part, wondered if doing so would ensure her heartbreak.

This was the kind of back and forth she had to listen to everyday, all day. She wasn’t doing any growing. She wasn’t changing or evolving in the way she thought she would without him. All she was doing was missing him, whether he loved her or not be damned.

“Oscar, black coffee with milk!” The booming voice of the barista interrupted her thoughts as her brain caught up with the name and order. It was either the biggest, cruelest coincidence or Oscar was in the same coffee shop as her.

With the same name and same order she had continuously gotten him for years prior, her eyes searched around the room. Excluding the baristas and her, there was only one other person in the shop, standing in the middle of the store. She met his eyes, his already being on hers, as they both did a once over of each other.

He was too struck to move, his body simply standing limply as he stared back at her. The coffee he had paid for getting cold by the second, he watched as she walked up to him slowly.

“Osc?” She said quietly.

The nickname was like a knife to the stomach as it brought him back to all the times she had said that very nickname while laughing at his joke, but, now, she says it timidly, hesitantly, nervously.

“Y/n,” He breathed out, sounding relieved. Almost as if he hadn’t been surviving without her.

He knew that to be true, but she didn’t and he wanted to keep it that way.

“How are you? How is everyone?” She asked, a small smile on her face as she remembered his beloved family.

He nodded slowly, “Good. They’re good.”

She smiled bigger, something that warmed his heart, “And you? How are you?”

His eyes left hers, trying to hide the utter sadness he had been feeling without her, “I’m- uh, I-”

She looked down, nodding, “I get it. Me too.”

His head tilted, “I miss you, Y/n. If you need to change and do your thing, I’m all for it. I want to support you through that. This is something we can do together and I want to try. I know you do too. If changing is still what you need, do it next to me.”

His quiet whispers provided the privacy they needed to have this conversation as she willed herself to fight the strong feelings for the man in front of her off.

“I don’t know, Oscar. I was being honest that night when I said I couldn’t do what I needed to do with you in my life.” She countered even though that sentence wasn’t fully true. This time apart had proven one thing: she couldn’t get him off her mind long enough to even think about herself.

“Look at me and tell me you don’t miss me too. Look at me and tell me you don’t wonder what we could be.” He pressed, wanting nothing more than to tilt her head toward his and force her to look him in the eye.

She shook her head as the barista called her name and she swiftly picked up her order. Before she could fully get passed him, he latched onto her arm and turned her around, saying, “Lily and I are done.”

She nodded, shrugging off his hold and making her way toward the door, “Sorry to hear.”

He watched her frame walk away through the window, muttering to himself, “That’s not something to be sorry about.”

—

You won’t be the only one. I am unfinished. I’ve got so much left to learn. I don’t know how this river runs, but I’d like the company through every twist and turn. Oh, who said it’s true that the growing only happens on your own? They don’t know me and you. You don’t ever have to leave. If to change is what you need, you can change right next to me. When you’re high, I’ll take the lows. You can ebb and I can flow and we’ll take it slow, and grow as we go. Grow as we go.

His call came in at 2 AM. Thankfully, she was already up, thinking of him and all they could’ve been. Her shaky fingers pressed the green button as the call connected and she put it to her ear.

“Y/n?” He said brokenly.

“Osc?” She whispered back, knowing whatever was happening, he was incredibly vulnerable.

“I’m sorry I called you. I know you’re trying to move on from me and I’m probably making it worse, but what am I supposed to do without my best friend? You’ve been the biggest part of my life for the whole thing. I can’t just forget about you like you’re asking me to.” He said, putting his heart in her hands.

“Oscar…” She didn’t know what to say because, frankly, she was struggling with the same thing. It was proving to be harder than she anticipated, moving on from him and the irrevocable love she held for him.

“You’re not the only one. I’m 22 just like you. I have so much to learn and so much to grow from. We’re both in the same spot. We can do it together. Why are you fighting us so hard?” He challenged, knowing him loving her back wasn’t the problem.

She sighed, “Because, Osc, what if we don’t work out? What if we date and then break up? Then what?”

“We stay best friends.” He said assertively.

She scoffed, “Come on, Oscar. Be real here. We wouldn’t and you know it. We would break up and never speak again because, then, we’d be ex’s, not ex-best friends.”

He breathed slowly on the other side of the phone, clearly conflicted by her arguments, “But, Y/n, I’ll always love you, whether we’re ex’s or ex-best friends. You don’t ever have to leave. Just give it a shot. Give us a shot.”

She met him with the silence, “I have to go, Oscar. I have homework I need to finish.”

Her abrupt change of tone told him he had found what was wrong. She was scared. Scared to get hurt: scared to put herself in an even more vulnerable position; scared to give him her heart.

“It’s 2 A-” He was cut off when she hung up on him, effectively shutting him out again.

—

I don't know who we'll become. I can't promise it's not written in the stars. But I believe that when it's done, we're gonna see that it was better that we grew up together. Tell me you don't wanna leave cause if change is what you need, you can change right next to me. When you're high, I'll take the lows. You can ebb and I can flow. We'll take it slow and grow as we go.

He was fed up, done acting like they weren’t just tip toeing around each other.

They loved each other, that much was clear. Being scared, he understood that, but he wasn’t about to let her throw the idea of them away and him with it.

It was Friday night as he sat and stared at his phone, willing himself to call her and convince her of the fact that she shouldn’t be scared when it came to him. However, when the dial sound went out and he was met with her voicemail, it hit him.

It was Friday night. The night they would go out to the movies, just them two, and wander back to the other’s house. He couldn’t dare to dwell on the fact that he had ruined that tradition by bringing Lily and he, sure as hell, couldn’t dwell on the fact that Y/n had probably been going back there every week on Friday in the months they’d been apart.

His car wasn’t fast enough. His foot on the pedal, down to the floor, as he swerved through traffic. Yeah, it was incredibly dangerous, but he was a professional driver and he was in love, so what the hell.

Finally, after ages, Oscar pulled up to the infamous theater. He sat in his car as he looked toward the spot they always met and, sure enough, her y/h/c hair was blowing in the wind as she stared at the doors. His heart plummeted. This place had been one of happiness and falling in love, but this whole time he had allowed her to make it into a symbol of their separation, of his mistakes.

Jumping out his car, Oscar’s legs spanned the concrete quickly. He watched as her peripheral vision picked up on his chaotic form, her eyes glancing up to meet his before contorting in confusion.

When he reached her, she continued to look at him in a perplexed way as she said, “What are you doing here?”

He shook his head as if it would organize the thoughts bouncing around the walls of his head, “You can’t be here without me.”

Her forehead wrinkled further, confusion deepening, “What?”

He sat down beside her, on the bench where he had realized he loved her in a way that wasn’t friendly years ago, “You can’t be here without me. We’ve made too many memories here together to have them be tarnished by the shit that I’ve pulled.”

“Oscar-” She started, but he interrupted her.

“No, Y/n, let me finish. I don’t know what’s in store for us or what the future holds when it comes to me and you. But, I do know that if we continue to live our lives without each other, we’ll both regret it. Even if we do fall out of love, which would actually have to be you falling out of love with because I won’t ever stop loving you, we would’ve given us a shot and no ‘what ifs’ would be able to linger. Don’t you see what I’m trying to say? It would be so much better if we just stuck together and found out.” He took her hands in his as he looked at her, giving her everything he had, “Tell me you don’t want to leave. Tell me that what you said that night about needing to fall out of love with me isn’t true anymore. Tell me that you love me too. Because, I know, we can find a rhythm. We can find a way to be together while giving you the space to be your own person. That’s a healthy relationship, Y/n. We can be that. I know we can. It’s just a matter if you care about us as much as I do.”

She smiled at him, her head cocking as she whispered, “Are you done?”

He nodded, “What I was going to say before you interrupted me was that I don’t come here to tarnish the happy memories. I come here to remember the happy memories. I’m here every week because when I sit here, I think about the times when things were simpler, when we weren’t fully aware of the fact that we loved each other. As much as I miss those times, I wouldn’t trade them for the feelings I felt when you first told me you loved me that night. This place is a symbol of the way we’ve grown together and it’s helped me to understand that we’ve been growing right next to each other this whole time. Being scared isn’t an option anymore because you’ve had my heart this whole time. Yeah, there were some bumps in the road, but you’ve kept it safe and protected it for the most part. I’m all in with you and shoving you away doesn’t make sense anymore.”

He stared down at her, his smile slowly growing on his face as she finished, “Of course, I don’t want to leave.”

He breathed out a sigh before pulling her into his arms and whispering how happy he was that she had given him another chance.

“I love you,” He said in her ear while she breathed in his scent.

The two pulled away far enough that Oscar could look her in the eyes and silently ask her if he could kiss her. When all she did was smile back at him, he leaned in and reminded her of the reasons why she needed to stay.

Why she wanted to stay.

The couple sat there that way, tangled in each others’ arms, for the hours to come. Kissing lightly and basking in the beginning of their journey together, Oscar thanked whatever God that was out there that she had found love in him enough to agree to grow as they go.

Grow as we go.

Grow as we go.

Grow as we go.

End.

Tags: @sunnytkm23 @luvrrish @oosnapitskat @mehrmonga @f1enthusiastsstuff @piastrisize @au-ghosttype @sopheeg @cxcewg @strawberrychita @loveforyeonjun

Ps. the comment on Hurt Me Once where it was like “i thought education would hurt me but here we are” I CACKLED AND LOLED that was too good fr im sorry to whoever posted that i would tag you but im too lazy to go look after spending hours on this 🥲

[kelcemenow]

Drive Me Crazy - Chapter 6.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1438

Warnings Strong language, the intention of violence and a whole heap of protective Travis!

Huge thank you to the Anon who sent this in! They had such amazing words to say about my writing which I massively appreciate and then to top it off, had an incredible request for me! I only have experience with mechanics in the UK, so I’ve tried my best with this one! “I just recently got interested in Travis K. X reader stories and wanted to let you know, I read all of yours as quickly as I could. They are so well done and I couldn’t help but laugh/giggle and feel through each word you typed out. You’re doing amazing and I’m so glad to have stumbled onto your page. If you have any space for a request, I’d be curious about what Trav would think about having a military (like fighter pilot) or engineer or mechanic girlfriend. I see a lot of stories with him paired with models/singers/social media individuals (which are phenomenal!) but just wondering how he would be with a more tomboy like girlfriend!”

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

"Who's Jordan?"

You winced as you rose from the bed, grabbing your deep red satin robe from the corner of your door, "He works at the shop with me."

"Okay?" Travis said, his voice indicating confusion.

"I don't know why he's here." You mumbled quickly as your fingers fumbled with the ties, "He must be wasted."

Travis held himself up with an elbow, watching carefully as you stepped towards your front door. The cool hardwood flooring gave your skin a slight sting as your feet made contact. You paused for a second, your hand ghosting the handle, before pulling the door open.

Jordan was leaning against the wall, his head lowered to the floor, his balance unsteady. You glanced over your shoulder and looked to Travis, rolling your eyes and shrugging your shoulders quickly.

"Jordan?" You said impatiently.

His head quickly snapped up to meet your gaze, his expression vacant, "Hey, you took ages." His slurred speech was enough to confirm your suspicions.

You took a small step forward, holding the door open with your foot, "What are you doing here?"

"I was out...at a bar. And I lost my phone so I couldn't call a cab."

"You want to use my phone?" You pointed your thumb over your shoulder.

Jordan sloppily adjusted his messy, brown hair before reaching out for your hand, "Or I could...stay here?"

"I don't think that's a good idea." You retreated away from his grasp.

His eyebrows grew closer together, his confusion clear, "Oh come on...don't play me like that."

"I'm not playing you like anything, Jordan." You smiled politely and confidently stepped towards the door to block the entrance way, "I think you should go."

Jordan stumbled as he took a step, his eyelids drooping, "All this time... you've been flirting, leading me on-"

"Woah, that's not true." You held your palm up as Jordan grew closer, "We're friends, remember?"

Jordan's face twisted, his head swaying from side to side, "Are you fucking serious? I thought we were...you know? You...you let me crash here?"

"One time, Jordan. Because I didn't want you to drive home after 12 beers."

His hand grazed your hip, "You flirt with me...at work...and shit...now you're-"

An anger was beginning to build up in your chest, "Jordan, we're friends."

"Girls don't have friends that are guys!" He said with a short laugh.

"I do."

"You watched as "Yeah, well. You're not a normal girl, are you?"

"A...normal girl?" You failed to hide the hurt in your voice.

Jordan, unaware of his poor choice of words, sighed before muffling his next incoherent sentence, "Yeah, a normal girl. You know what I mean? You don't make an effort or anything, you don't wear heels or nice dresses...like, it's fine-"

"Jordan, stop."

"But, I know you. No one knows you like I do. We would be perfect." He closed the gap between you, "And I mean, I don't see any other guys knocking at your door." He exhaled an arrogant laugh, his tongue placed firmly in his cheek.

You rolled your eyes slightly, not enough for him to notice and heard Travis moving softly in the bed. As you checked over your shoulder, Jordan followed your gaze, his demeanour immediately changing.

"Shit. That's fucking...Travis Kelce." Jordan shook his head as a small laugh escaped his lips, "You've got to be kidding me."

"Okay, time to leave."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jordan repeated, his voice louder.

As you pulled the door inwards in an attempt to close it, Jordan struck the surface with his elbow, forcing his way inside. Travis immediately leapt out of the bed, quickly making his way to your rescue. You noticed that he had already put his boxers back on, presumably anticipating his interference.

"Alright, buddy." Travis said calmly, replacing your hand on the door with his own.

Jordan seemed to cower in Travis' presence, shrinking in size figurately and quite literally. His cool and loose physicality switched for stiff and hunched shoulders but his intoxicated brain couldn't stop his mouth.

"Hey. I'm not your buddy." He retorted.

Travis smiled at you before turning back to Jordan, "The lady said no. She would like to leave, so why don't you be on your way."

His stern words sounded more like an order than a question and your heart gently fluttered as you watched your knight in shining armour defending your honour. Your emotions quickly flipped to dread as Jordan puffed his chest up and took a couple of woozy steps towards Travis.

"So, you think you can just muscle your way in, getting her tickets and sending her flowers, why? Because you're famous or something? Look, if you just want to fuck the girl, why are you going through all of this effort? Is she really worth it?"

Your chest quickly stung and a redness was flushing to your cheeks. A part of your brain knew it was the alcohol talking, but it still pained you to hear these words coming from someone who you considered to be a friend.

Suddenly, Jordan's hands were pressed against Travis' solid chest, shoving him slightly backwards.

"Jordan? What are you doing?" You hissed.

Your widened eyes quickly flashed to Travis, who did not seem phased at all. Instead, he simply rubbed his beard down and cleared his throat, keeping eye contact with Jordan.

"I don't think you've thought this through. You see, you have two options. Either you keep at me and I end up throwing your sorry ass out of this apartment building, possibly ruining any remaining self-respect and friendship with Y/N that you got left." Travis' gruff voice was clear and concise, it was more than enough to turn you on. "Or, you turn away and leave now, deal with a killer of a hangover in the morning and arrange an apology in the way of a delicious meal at a very expensive restaurant for my girl here." He nudged your arm with his as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, you mouth gaping open in absolute awe.

Jordan stayed still, processing Travis' words before his head rolled backwards and a loud sigh left his lips, "Fucking...whatever, bro."

He started to turn away but Travis spoke up with a deep growl, "Hey. I'm not your bro."

Jordan's eyes flashed slightly with fear, before half closing as he stumbled away from you both. You stood in silence as you watched him disappear into the stairwell, the door clanging behind him.

You exhaled loudly, not realising that you had been holding your breath for a significant length of time. You felt as if your legs were about to give up on you, but before they had the chance, Travis' arms were enveloping you and bringing you impossibly close to him.

"Are you okay?" He said into your neck, your hair marginally muffling his words.

Your fingers began to graze the stubble on the back of his head, your face buried in his chest, "Oh yeah, I'm fine. That shit happens all of the time."

Travis pulled you away and held you at an arms length, his eyes lowered in concern, "For real?"

"Travis, I'm joking." You smiled, "Just trying to lighten the mood?" You shrugged your shoulder which were still held firmly in his large hands.

His eyes creased into a smile, "Oh baby, I can think of a better way to do that."

His voice growled again, making your knees weaken as he leaned in to gently place a kiss on you forehead. Your feet were swiftly swept up from underneath you and Travis carried you impressively towards your bedroom, your legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his waist. Your surroundings darkened as you entered the bedroom and Travis gave your ass a gentle squeeze as he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed. You bent your knees and straddled his waist, ending up face to face with him.

Your hands moved to cradle the sides of his jaw, "Thank you."

The corners of his full lips barely raised into a smile, but his eyes glittered, "No problem."

You could feel his hands clinging to your back, his fingers tracing circles into the satin fabric that was covering you. A small shiver rolled over your body and you took your bottom lip between your teeth. Travis' eyes flickered to your mouth and his eyebrows raised.

"Did that turn you on?" He said with a surprise.

You rolled your hips a little, "Maybe. I don't know? I just felt...protected."

Travis' mouth moved into a wide grin, as he breathed a laugh, "Hey. I got no issue with that."

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[twistedfics]

𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒚

Dabi (bnha) x AFAB!reader NSFW

3.3k+ words

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hi! this story is 18+ and contains dark content. read at your own risk.

tags/warnings: ⚠️ non-con/dub-con, degradation, dacryphilia, licking, cum eating, overstimulation, fingering, forced breeding, dabi threatens to hurt you, mentions of somno, kinda yandere, dabi's so horny he's literally crazy, afab with mention of body parts, no pronouns but dabi calls reader his gf

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summary: dabi isn’t sure what he was hit with, but he is sure of one thing. he wants you, and he’s gonna get what he wants.

You woke up to a cold breeze flowing through your bedroom. The room was almost pitch black, the only light coming from the open blinds of the window behind you. Did you forget to close the window again? 

You rolled over to face the window, preparing to get up and shut it tight but when your gaze met the wall behind you, you froze. Or rather, your gaze met the one of a man who was standing just in front of your now open window. Inside your room. 

You sat up immediately, pulse quickening as you scrambled towards the other side of the bed, furthest from him. The man didn’t move, he just watched. The city lights from outside dimly lit just behind him. You couldn’t see his face, but something seemed off about him.

“W-who are y-you? And what a-are you d-doing in my room!?” Your voice shook with fear. So much for sounding threatening. 

The man laughed, a quiet, little, breathy, laugh that shot even more fear through your heart. You thought the voice sounded familiar, but lost all train of thought before you could pinpoint it when the man took a step towards your bed. 

Immediately your flight or fight reaction kicked in and your brain finally decided that you should be running rather than trying to question some creep in your room. All you had to do was get over the other side of the bed and get out the door.

But your plans did not work.

You quickly scurried backward on the bed as the man took another step towards you. In the split second when you turned your body, ready to jump off the bed and run towards the door, he was on you. 

You were trapped lying on your stomach, hand still outstretched in the direction of your bedroom door. So close.

The man sat on top of you, straddling you as he pinned you onto the mattress. With him this close, the scent of him surrounded you. The scent of smoke and burned flesh. He had a hand pressed against the back of your neck, forcing your head down. His other hand landed near your face, supporting his weight, and your eyes widened when you saw it.

Light from the window reflected off the man’s hand. The staples on the man’s hand, buried in his skin. 

A whisper in your ear confirmed it. “What's the matter, baby? Didn’t recognize me?” He laughed again.

Dabi. Your boyfriend Dabi. You knew that voice was familiar. But what the hell was your boyfriend doing creeping around your room? Why was he acting so fucking weird? 

Something wasn’t right. It didn’t feel right. Knowing the identity of the man wasn’t calming your fear, no. It was making it worse.

“D-dabi? What the hell are you doing?! Get off of me!” You thrashed around and his hand on your neck quickly grabbed one of yours as you tried to reach back to him.

“Woah, settle down. What, I can't come see my girlfriend now?” His tone was teasing and you couldn’t help but feel it didn’t sound like your Dabi. But you knew. 

You took advantage of the fact that his hand holding you down was preoccupied and quickly flipped yourself around underneath him. The fast movement seemed to catch him off guard, and he leaned back a bit in surprise.

His piercing blue eyes met yours and you knew something was definitely wrong. Dabi never looked at you like that. Everything in you told you to run. 

You took your chance and pulled your legs up before he could blink, kicking him in the stomach as hard as you could. He gasped and lost his balance, allowing you to slip free from beneath him. You aimed another kick in his direction, for good measure, as you clambered off the bed and immediately made a beeline for the door. 

You reached your bedroom door, throwing it open in your haste. It slammed against the wall, rattling the items on your shelves as you ran from the room. You didn’t once look back.

It didn’t take long for you to hear Dabi’s boots on the floor behind you. You kept running, surely you were faster than him, especially with your head start. But why the hell did this hallway feel so long?!

You turned the corner into the kitchen at such a high speed, you actually slid. Quickly regaining your balance, you pressed on to the entrance to your home. You were almost there. Just a few steps from the front door. You didn’t have a plan, you just needed to get out. Away from him. You’d figure the rest out later.

You were almost there. And then you felt a weight against your back as Dabi tackled you to the ground. 

You hit the floor hard. You just barely managed to catch yourself enough to stop your face from smacking into the tile. The wind was completely knocked out of you and you gasped for air as Dabi pinned you down once more. 

“Shit, and you almost made it too. We’re not gonna let that happen again, now are we?” You felt tears prick at your eyes as he spoke lowly. You were so scared. Why was he doing this?

“Dabi p-please. Please, j-just let m-me go. Please, baby. Let me go.” You felt defeated. You were crying now, trying desperately to wiggle your way out of his grasp. But it was clear he wouldn’t let you pull a stunt like that again. 

“Nah. Can't do that. I need you right here, yeah? So be a good girl and behave for me.” You continued to struggle against him, his words making you cry harder when you finally felt it. He was pressed against your back, holding you in place, and right against your ass you could feel him, poking through the material of his pants. He was so hard. 

You were starting to hyperventilate now, anxiety shooting through the roof. He wasn’t going to do what you think he’s going to do, right? The thought terrified you, and you shook your head and tried to kick your legs out again. It seemed he had learned from his past mistake, though, as he now had your legs tightly pinned down with his own. 

“Dabi, W-what’s wrong with you? W-why are you d-doing this?” 

“I dunno. Just felt like it,” he had pulled your hands behind your back, holding your wrists together. He was speaking directly in your ear, his hot breath making you shudder. His other hand pulled your hair back a bit. “Got hit with a quirk of some kind. Guess it had… side effects.”

He punctuated his statement with a roll of his hips, pressing his erection harder against your ass. 

Oh god. This was happening.

“So pretty when you cry,” he mumbled against your ear, and you scrunched your face up as he kissed down the side of your face towards your neck. As much as you wanted to enjoy the gentle touch, the hands tugging harshly on your hair and bending your arms back behind you made it rather difficult. 

“S-shut up. Stop it, please,” you begged, whimpering when he licked a stripe up your neck.

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that~” his lips were so hot against your skin, “It’s just me.”

It was not just him. Something was so incredibly wrong. What kind of quirk could have hit him to make him do this?

You knew he was a villain, but this was crazy. He wouldn’t do this to you. There’s no way. This wasn’t the man you knew.

Or was it? Was he capable of this the whole time? Was he just waiting for the right moment?

You were seriously starting to doubt your relationship.

You gasped loudly as Dabi bit down on the space between your shoulder and your neck. He laughed at your reaction, and you felt more tears spill down your face. You couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering as he repeatedly rolled his hips against your ass, grinding his cock right into the space between your thighs.

His bulge was rutting right up against your core, the force of his thrusts uncomfortably shoving you into the hard tile of the kitchen floor. Despite the discomfort of the floor, and the entire situation itself, you could feel yourself beginning to grow hot, wetness beginning to stain your underwear. 

The hand in your hair unexpectedly let go, your head slamming against the floor from the loss of support. The hand that previously had a hold of you slowly traced down your body, fingers groping at your ass before reaching between the both of you to slip into your clothes.

You bit your lip, whimpering as the man above you slipped a finger between your folds, lighting rubbing against your entrance, collecting slick as he went.

“Well, would you look at that,” that breathy laughter sounding in your ear again, “You’re soaked. And I thought you didn’t like this?”

“Sh-shut up,” you muttered, burying your face against the ground, admitting defeat.

“Hah, don’t tell me you actually do like this. Is it a fetish of yours, huh? You getting off to this?”, He leaned in closer to you, mouth pressed against your ear so closely that you could feel the moisture in his breath when he whispered against you. You tried to turn your head away but to no avail. He followed your every move, “You getting off to the thought of me raping your little body, right here on the floor?”

A sob left your throat as more tears poured down your face. He pulled back from your ear to bark out a laugh, staring down at your trembling body with amusement swimming in his eyes.

“Such a weirdo. And I thought I was the freak.”

You felt hot all over. His words were humiliating, and yet you could still feel your empty pussy clench in response.

God, you hated this. 

“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll fulfill your twisted little fantasies,” the finger tracing up and down your slit finally slid into you, and you cried out at the intrusion, “Just like any good boyfriend would.” 

He teased you with his fingers, pushing into you achingly slow, just to pull out the same way and repeat it again, over and over. It didn’t take long before he added a second. Slowly fingerfucking you as you cried and whimpered, clenching tightly and, you realize with horror, wanting more.

He teased you the whole time, whispering disgusting things to you that you could just barely hear over the loud squelching of your own cunt. You could feel him growing impossibly harder against your thigh, cock twitching in his pants at almost every sound you were unable to stop yourself from making. 

After what felt like hours of torture, he finally sped up, thrusting his fingers in and out of you harshly, smiling against your neck as your sounds grew louder and more desperate. Involuntarily, your hips pushed back against his fingers, your body wanting nothing more than to chase your high, no matter what confusing thoughts your brain was having. 

You were so close, so close to feeling that hot coil in your belly snap when he pulled his fingers out of you. You whined loudly in protest, your eyes shutting tightly from the embarrassment of almost cumming in this situation and wanting to.

“Relax baby,” he laughed again, and it was seriously pissing you off, “I can't have you cum just yet. Nah, not until your stuffed full of my cock.”

He sat up behind you, then harshly pulled you up by your wrists that he still had a grip on. You were kneeling now, back pressed against his chest with your hands trapped between your bodies.

“Open.” He said, bringing his slick-covered hand up to your mouth, wet fingers pressed against your lips. You knew it wasn’t a suggestion, and hesitantly parted your lips before he roughly shoved his fingers in your mouth, nearly gagging you. You winced at the taste of yourself. “Suck.” He commanded, and you obeyed, “And if you bite, you’ll regret it.” You shut your eyes, trying to ignore his threat as you licked and sucked at his fingers, cleaning your own cum from his hand.

He watched you sharply as you worked, panting, his hot breath ghosting along your neck while once again rutting his hard cock against your ass. When you finished he pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a pop and pressed a kiss to your jaw. The sweet gesture reminded you of how he normally acts with you, and you felt tears pool in your eyes again with a pang of sadness. Would you be able to go back to that?

“I’m going to let go of you for a second. Run, and I’ll fucking burn you. Got that?” 

You pressed your lips together, staring straight ahead. He waited for you to acknowledge what he said, and once you nodded your head he gave you another quick kiss, praising you before finally releasing your wrists.

Your hands fell limply to your sides, you weren’t sure what to do with them. With your arms free from their previous position, you realized they were quite sore from being trapped like that.

Dabi placed his hands on your waist, sliding them down to the bottom of your shirt. Slowly, he pulled it off of you, tossing it somewhere in your kitchen. He wrapped his arms back around you, chest pressing against your back again as his hands came up to grope at your chest.

His hands were so warm, you couldn’t help but notice as he squeezed your tits, pinching your nipples harsher than necessary to pull a cry from your throat.

“You’re being so good for me. Wasn’t that hard, was it?” You wanted to punch him so bad. Wanted to kick and scream and beat the absolute shit out of him, and now with your hands free what was really stopping you?

Maybe the fact that he would most likely kill you, strike you down with his flames before you could even blink.

Or was something else keeping you in his arms? Something deep down in you, something that liked this.

You pushed the thought from your mind. It seemed better if you tried not to think at all right now.

Dabi gave your tits one last harsh squeeze before he pushed you back down against the tile. You shuddered at the cool feeling of the tile on your chest as he arched your back, maneuvering you into the position he wanted. Face down, ass up. This time, he left your hands free. 

He wasted no time pulling your shorts down, taking your panties along with them. He wrestled your clothes off of you, tossing them somewhere along with your shirt. 

With no warning his hand came down on your pussy, hard, the sharp sting making you gasp.

“Ha, you really are wet. You’re dripping, baby.” He had pressed two fingers against you, parting your lips to get a full view of you. Your whole body burned from the embarrassment of it all. 

“Fuck, babe, you better be ready. I can’t wait any longer.” 

You flinched at the clinking sound of his belt buckle being undone and felt him press up against you.

He took his cock in his hand, rubbing his leaking tip against your entrance. He gave no warning, thrusting into your cunt harshly, immediately burying his thick cock all the way to the hilt.

You screamed at the sensation, the sudden stretch burned so much you could have sworn he used his quirk on you.

He gave you no time to adjust to his thrusts, immediately pounding into you like a wild animal, crazy with lust.

The squelch of your dripping cunt and the smack of his hips on your ass could barely be heard over your screams. The pain began to mix with pleasure, the feelings so intense you thought you would explode.

Dabi hunched over you, chest once again pressing against your back as he groaned in your ear. He wasn’t usually very vocal, but tonight it seemed he couldn’t stop himself.

“Fuck, doll, you’re so goddamn tight,” he bit his lip, trying and failing to keep himself quiet, “God I can’t believe you didn’t want this. Look at you, screaming for my cock. You’re such a whore.”

His words went straight to your cunt, clenching tightly you heard him swear loudly. Your ruined orgasm from earlier had begun to come back with a new vengeance, hitting you just as rapidly as his thrusts.

“D-dabi, gonna- ah, gonna cum,” you warned him, barely getting the words out between your moans.

“Yeah? Knew you would, slut. Go on. Cum on my cock.”

Fuck, you forgot how much his words always affected you. Immediately the coil in your belly snapped, your orgasm hitting you so hard you saw white. 

You barely registered his moans about how tight you were while you came, only aware of the pleasure consuming you and the fact that he did. Not. Stop.

Your orgasm had only spurred him on more, rutting his cock into you impossibly faster. The overstimulation had you sobbing, your body giving up and going completely limp. The only thing keeping you up was his hands on your waist as you drooled and cried on the kitchen floor.

The slump of your body forced him to readjust, the new angle causing him to batter into that squishy spot inside of you, hitting it with every thrust. 

The angle of his cock threw you into hysterics, the stimulation was too much. Your body automatically tried for an escape, but you weren’t going anywhere. You were too tired and he was too strong. You screamed and cried your way through another orgasm, hands grappling for purchase against the hard floor so roughly that you almost broke a nail. 

“Ah, shit, you cummin’ again? Shit, shit, shit~ gonna cum, fuck!”

Somehow through the haze in your brain, his words registered to you and you felt panic rising through your chest. He never came inside you before and you weren’t on birth control. You felt fresh tears prick your eyes at the thought of him filling you up, you can’t get pregnant, you can’t, you can’t! 

“Wait! Wait, wait! Dabi no, not inside, not inside!” If he heard you, he pretended not to, his head thrown back as his hips lost all rhythm, a loud groan leaving his lips as he finally reached his peak.

You felt his dick twitch inside you as he came, searing hot cum shooting inside you. It burned, it burned so bad, and yet the warmth inside you and the stutter of his hips had you cumming yet again, still babbling your protests even as you came all over his cock for the third time.

His hips slowed but didn’t stop, and he ground his cock into you with a few more harch thrusts, fucking his cum back up into you.

After a moment he collapsed on top of you, effectively crushing you into the ground as you struggled to breathe. He stayed inside you, keeping his cum in your pussy with the weight of his cock.

You were beyond exhausted, and you felt your consciousness starting to slip away. It didn’t matter he still hadn’t pulled out, or that his cum still filled your hole, even though you wanted to kick and scream and cry. 

Your vision started to blur, eyes slipping shut against your own will. You couldn’t stay awake. 

Vaguely you registered more of that breathy laugh against your ear as you fought for consciousness.

“You fallin’ asleep? That's fine, I don't need you awake for round two~” Dabi’s raspy voice was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

happy birthday to the loml dabi god i wish he was on top of me.

anyways hey guys! ^-^ this took me forever to write but it’s finally done. dabi is my fav character probably of all time and i needed it perfect (< lost motivation halfway through)

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[loveanddeepspaceimagines]

Little accident

Rafayel x fem!reader School!AU

Characters are 18+

This was the only thing i had in my drafts ,it's shit but had to post something 💀

You and Rafayel have been friends for years, sitting next to each other in many of your classes. Ever since you had laid your eyes on him, you had developed a secret crush on the tall, handsome boy with purple hair.

One day, during a break between classes, your teacher assigned you two to clean the classroom. So that's why during last class You sat in your seat, eyes drifting to the clock on the wall, counting down the final minutes until the bell rang. Until you got to be alone with your crush.

When the bell finally rang, everyone grabbed their things, saying goodbyes before leaving while you sat waiting for Rafayel who had different class today.

After while he walked in grinning ," so partner you ready for work?" He asked stretching his arms, you rolled your eyes playfully "yeah,yeah, so ready" you mutter and he chuckles.

As you began to sweep the floor ,clean board ,you found yourselves joking around and teasing each other.

After while you decide to clean the top shelves bringing chair to stand on.

As you climbed onto a chair to clean the top shelf, Rafayel callously remarked, "Watch your step, or you might fall."

Your smile widened, playfully retorting, "And then, you'll catch me, right?"

"My arms are open," he responded, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You roll your eyes playfully cheeks tinting pink ,turning to continue your work. after few minutes of silence he spoke up, "soo, I've heard that you got a crush" he grins looking up at you and you froze eyes widening, laughing nervously .

"As if" you huff turning to clean the shelf. "Oh come on, who do you have crush on? You can tell me we are friends" he insisted

You bit your lip, anxiety building ,you turn around "i told you i don't like any-" before you finish your sentence you lost balance chair wobbling beneath you. In that moment, Rafayel lunged forward, his arms wrapping around you, the chair crashing to the floor.

The chair toppled over, sending you both to the ground. Your heart pounded as you landed on top of him, body pressed firmly against his. The room spun as your lips met in a brief, accidental collision.

For a moment, you froze, both unsure of what to do next. You tried to regain your composure, your cheeks flushed, as you tried to sit up mumbling apologies.

But Rafayel wasn't done. He pulled you back down, your lips meeting again, this time with purpose. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his tongue slip past your lips.

He broke the kiss, his eyes searching yours "y/n ,I've liked you for a long time. I know that you like someone else but i couldn't live with myself if i didn't tell you" he murmurs.

His confession hung in the air between you, Your mind raced, your heart pounding in your chest. You had no words to express the rush of emotions washing over you.

However, your body spoke for you ,arms wrapping around his neck as you deepened the kiss. Pulling away you murmur against his lips "You idiot, you are the one i like"

At your words his eyes widen grin forming on his face" Really?" He mutters and you nod.

At your nod He moves hand on your neck pulling you back in another kiss ,hand trailing down your side, taking in the curves of your body.

Suddenly grabs your hips flipping your bodies so he's on top of you now, "good, because you are mine now "he mutters leaning down.

[ohdearlingwhathappened]

A Pair Made in The Pits Chp 3.5

Summary: The aftermath of Y/n and Agent Fowler's Kidnapping back at the Autobot Base.

WC: 623

A/n: Have fun

First ... Previous

The base is silent. The kids have been sent home, allowing them to grieve in their own ways. The only child who remains with their bot is Miko, saying she doesn’t want to go back home to host parents who barely tolerate her, and she would much rather go for a ride with Bulkhead. Optimus leaves for his habsuite, exhausted by the turmoil from not only Megatron’s plans, but from losing two friends in the span of 48 hours. The normally proudly tall, strong leader now hunched, making his way down the halls half-sparked.

He broke his word. Again.

Losing his footing, Optimus leans against the wall to his left, pausing to recollect himself. His optics are shaky, unable to focus on any one thing, blurred beyond comprehension, and he’s sure if he had a set of lungs, they would be inoperable.

I didn’t keep them safe. I didn’t keep her safe. I didn’t keep him safe. I failed Cybertron.

I am no Prime.

“-imus. Optimus. Optimus!”

Startling out of his fraying state, the leader of the Autobots looks up and slowly focuses in on the worried look on his sparkmate’s face. Noting that he was looking up, he realizes at some point he’s fallen to one knee, still balanced on the wall. Using said wall as a weight-bearing source, Optimus lifts himself from the ground and closes his eyes, regretting anyone seeing him in such a state- he is a Prime and a Prime can not crumble.

“Ratchet, I apolo-”

“Up hup hup,” Ratchet shakes his hands, successfully cutting Optimus off. “As your physician, I am ordering you to get to your berth and rest after today… and as your sparkmate, I am asking you to talk to me.”

He wants to express his appreciation and gratitude towards his medic, but with the way Ratchet throws Optimus’ arm around his shoulder allowing himself to be leaned on for support, already going on about how he should be taking care of himself and to rely on him more, Optimus knows he’ll never be able to come up with enough words to even touch the surface.

Looking down at the one he loves the most, he quietly utters, “I promise, my Spark.”

And he swears to himself he will keep his word.

 Primus damn him if not.

* * * * * *

“Miko, I’m going to have to take you home at some point.” Bulkhead tries to goad the girl into finally agreeing to go home and rest. Said girl sitting in the passenger seat, blankly staring out the window, watching the desert sands fly by, her eyes drooping every so often.

“No. Just a little longer… we- we haven’t found her yet.” She whispers, her normal spitfire personality nowhere to be seen. Bulkhead rolls to a stop, conflicted on what to say. There’s nothing he can say or do to uplift her spirit.

“Miko, we don’t know where Starscream may have-. What I mean to say is, we don’t know where Y/n’s body is.” Bulkhead does his best to gently explain that they may never find Y/n’s body, knowing he’s failed when he feels the girl curl up on his seat, legs hugged tightly to her chest.

Another moment goes by before Bulkhead gets an idea, “You remember how I lost my friend, Cliffjumper? Well, since we couldn’t bring him back to base, we made a small site to remember him. I-I know it’s not the same, but you can visit it anytime you’d like.”

“...please?” She lifts her head just a smidge, something other than emptiness shining in her eyes since she was told about her first friend in the US.

By the end of the next hour, another rock structure stood by Cliffjumper’s gravesite.

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[dmercer91]

ik you just put out be alright with luca- and this idea is kinda similar

but a hughes sister who’s going to be a freshman this year, and she’s feeling lost because all her brothers are scattered. like luke had her at home, but she doesn’t have anybody

my brother wouldn’t admit it until the grave but if i left he’d be sad

i feel like jack, luke and quinn probably kept how much they missed each other pent up and figured reader would do the same and were not expecting how hard it hit her

cause she’s even more alone than they were, and it’s not like it’s her job like it was for j,

home, 4386

“hey, y/n/n! how was your first week? know it’s been busy for me but i miss-“

“lukey,” you sobbed into the phone, hyperventilating and hardly being able to see anything

luke’s eyebrows furrowed on the other side of the phone, stomach dropping with worry.

“y/n? where’s mark, or dyl. anyone home?” you’d grown particularly attached to mark during his and luke’s freshman year, so during the summer it was decided that you’d get mackies old room in the house so that he could watch over you

quinn had lectured him, jack followed his behaviour all summer, corrected things he didn’t like, and luke dug into him for two straight years about how he’d entrusted him with you whenever one of he or one of his brothers weren’t around

“i don’t understand how you all did it,” you blurted, ignoring his question and taking a deep breath, jaw hurting from how hard you’d been clenching it

“are you at home, are you safe?” it was jack, sounding alarmed

“yeah, rowdy,” you whispered, being able to have both of them bringing you a little comfort. you tried to take a few more deep breaths, but it was like your throat was closing

“where are the guys?” luke cut in, restating his earlier question

“i took- i took a bus, to the lake house. i’m sorry, i-. m’ sorry, i needed home, but it’s not.. not home, you’re home,” jack and luke shared a look, concerned for their youngest sister

“miss you so much. how did you- how?? i feel like i’m a chore to the guys, i don’t have anyone, i need you,” they could hardly understand you, your low tone and cries muffling your words nearly beyond comprehension

the boys couldn’t truly answer the question. jack had never been at school. his rookie year was tough, but he wasn’t balancing class, and you and luke were always visiting

on top of that, he’d been anticipating it since he was young

luke had you. you were in michigan with him for the majority of the time, at a nearby high school.

you had hockey, on top of class, and none of them were nearby. visits would probably be limited, cause the all star break was hardly a break for them.

it wasn’t like last season, when you could fly up with luke every once in a while to spend the night and soak up time with jack.

quinn had been calling you every day, notably your most protective brother. you didn’t want to make him feel like his efforts were for nothing, so you didn’t tell him how you were feeling.

“i can barely skate, i’m not producing, i got a d on an assignment from history of mich sports. i’m falling apart without you,” you rushed out, sniffling harshly to try and clear your airways

“i’m so lost,” you finished, your head thudding against the wall you’d been leaning on.

“it’s gonna be okay, y/n/n. i’m gonna call mark, yeah? he’s like a fourth older brother, he’s got you. he’ll come pick you up and j and i are gonna call you every night. quinny can join too, we’ll facetime. he’ll see you next week when he’s in detroit, and the devs will be over there in no time, i promise,” luke soothed, jack silently agreeing

“ok?” you wiped your face, breathing still uneven

“ok,” you whispered,

“i love you, y/n/n.”

“i love you too, moose. n’ i love you, j,”

“love you, mini, get some rest on the way home for me, and call mamma, alright?” you smiled at the nickname, one he’d given you when you guys grew into your playing styles and he deemed you a copycat

you mumbled a promise into the phone and let them hang up, hugging your knees to your chest.

[razorblade180]

9 days of Lancaster Day 1: Training

Ruby considered herself an honest girl. Maybe a light fib every once and awhile but she really tried speaking her mind often! She meant it when she said she wishes to be a normal girl with normal knees. However, as Jaune flipped her onto a sparring mat, the next words out of her mouth made her wish seem like a lie.

Ruby:I am better than this outcome! I’m a natural born fighter, so why is this so hard!

Jaune:You really weren’t kidding about your hand to hand skills. I’m not even good.

Ruby:Lies! We all can’t be roommates with a ninja and learn cool skills!

Jaune:Yeah but…YOU have a ninja roommate.

Ruby:….

Jaune:…And a martial arts sis-

Ruby:Shut up! *springs up* Again! I’m focused! I will get you.

Jaune:Ren said most things come down to balance and timing. Try not rush this.

Ruby:I’d like to point out my weapon gives me reach and an immaculate pace. Without it you’re like two of me.

Jaune:Yeah but you’re amazing. I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it soon enough.

Ruby:Your kindness has no effect on me.

Jaune:Pin me and I will buy lunch. If you lose then you do it.

Ruby:You’re on!

Without hesitation, a flying kick went past Jaune’s head. He barely had time to put his hands up to block a flurry of tiny but rapid fists.

The pressure was short lived when Jaune threw a punch that forced Ruby to weave. Darn his long arms! She put all her concentration into bobbing left and right, successfully avoiding slower but powerful blows as she worked the ring. Lunch was on the line and it wasn’t looking too good for her. She had to really think about her attacks. She was faster but Jaune was no slouch. It all comes down to timing.

Ruby noticed his right shoulder move back and began ducking as Jaune sent a right hook. As she ducked, Ruby made her move; a right uppercut was headed his way then immediately pulled back as he went to block. The faint worked! Ruby twisted her body into a left jab aimed right for his face! Unfortunately, the blow failed spectacularly. Jaune raised his right palm and caught it! No way he predicted that! Ruby immediately went for right but was once again caught and both arms were raised above her head. She refused to give up her free lunch!

Both of them made their move. Ruby went to knee him with her right but wasn’t expecting him to lean her body backwards. She quickly lost balance and her leg was caught with his left hand as her wrists became pinned by his right against a wall. She hadn’t even noticed how far back they moved during the fight. Did he purposely lead her over here!? The proud but surprised smile on his face told her yes. Ruby couldn’t help but pout as he chuckled.

Ruby:Ren has taught you too much.

Jaune:Lunch is on you today.

Ruby:This is clearly a draw.

Jaune:Rubes, you’re pinned.

Ruby:Last time i checked, your arms are full. Looks like we both can’t properly attack. I call that a draw~

She confidently huffed. That was until their little stare down slowly grew closer.

Jaune:You really think I’m out of moves?

Ruby:Pr-Prove me wrong.

Why was she stuttering? Now was not the time to show weakness to the enemy! Cobalt eyes grew ever larger as they got closer to pools of silver. The grip on her wrists became a bit more firm, as well as his fingers behind her knee. Escaping the pin suddenly felt more like a suggestion than a need, and Ruby was so thrown off right now all she could think to do was close her eyes and wait for his “attack”

After what felt like an eternity, a soft press against her forehead connected with his own before leaving. Suddenly her limbs were free and she felt his presence back off. Ruby opened her eyes to see her friend looking completely the other way with his ears as red as her cape l; and her face at this point.

Jaune:See? I could’ve headbutted you.

Ruby:Y-Yeah…right. I can’t argue with that. *rubs head* Lunch is on me.

Jaune:Let’s call it here. Also… I will but dessert.

He briskly runs off, leaving Ruby to stew in the moment. She didn’t know what was worse; that he might’ve been going for a headbutt from the start but she clearly puckered up, or the fact she could still feel his grip on her. Either way, she was dying inside.

Ruby:(Why does hand to hand have to be so close?!)

[teyums]

Reader singing happy birthday to neteyam all though the na’vi don’t celebrate birthdays.

stop this is too cute. i imagine our sweet teyam would be so overcome with emotion he wouldn’t even know how to handle it :(

“Happy Birthday!”

pairing: neteyam x fem! na’vi reader

warnings: none! just cavity inducing fluff

wc: 1.7k

“What do you mean no one’s ever sung you happy birthday?” The question flew from your mouth unbelievingly, brows creasing together and hands balancing on either side of your hips to match the displeased look on your face.

Neteyam’s birthday was tomorrow, yet when you mentioned how you missed when your parents would sing to you back on earth for your special day, he looked at you as if you had three heads. ‘Sing? Why would they sing?’

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You knew the na’vi didn’t really celebrate birthdays, they instead insisted on being grateful of the gift of life everyday through praising the spirits. But you hadn’t expected to find out that while Jake had previously been human— like you had been at one point— that he rarely sung his kids a happy birthday. He celebrated many of his own birthdays in his years back on earth, but sung it to all of them at most, twice. All of them, except for Neteyam.

When Lo’ak was born, he stopped seeing Neteyam as what he was, a kid. But as an extra protector to share him and Neytiri’s responsibility— as the oldest child.

Neteyam learned briefly about the human tradition from Norm and Max, who would always hand him a makeshift birthday card whenever they saw him next out of pity due to Jake’s absent-mindedness. He cared only for his children’s physical health and keeping them alive, instead of their emotional well-being.

But he never knew that people were supposed to sing you a song. And now that you had told him, he felt a pang in his chest and he didn’t know why. It was silly, really. He was na’vi, not human. So why did he care? He felt embarrassed for even being slightly upset at what he’d missed out on his entire life.

The soft spoken boy remained seated on the hammock as you stood in front of him, leaned back against the wall and looking up at you with his arms folded over his chest. He just shrugged at your question. Mocking carelessness and genuinely thinking that he convinced you. But his expression told another story. “Nope, never.” He said cooly, tearing his gaze from yours after he spoke.

You pouted at his stiff expression, knowing he always tried to put on a brave face whenever the two of you would talk about something that bothered him. “But your birthday is tomorrow, my love… Don’t you want to do anything special? Even something small?” You asked, a gentle hand smoothing over the flyaways that sprung from his slightly grown out braids.

“Nah,” He sighed and shook his head, quickly putting on a chaste smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s okay, really. I don’t care about my birthday, it’s just another day.”

You bit the inside of your lip, shrugging skeptically before nodding once, bringing the conversation to an end. “Well, if you say so.” You said.

Just another day, my ass.

You awoke the next morning to see Neteyam still fast asleep beside you, smiling to yourself at the way his cheek was smushed against the round of your shoulder. Soft snores escaping his parted lips, a bead of drool soon to follow. Quieting your laugh so you wouldn’t wake him, you carefully peeled his hands from your waist and slipped out of bed as gently as possible, tip-toeing your way out of your hut.

He was usually a light sleeper, so the fact that he didn’t even stir when his body lost contact with yours was a blessing in itself.

The ikran ride to the lab didn’t take nearly as long as it would have if you had walked. The two familiar scientists met you outside when you arrived, greeting you briefly before handing you the small box of materials you requested. The box was comically tiny in your hands, and you lifted one of the flaps up to take a peek, smiling once you saw what was inside. You thanked them, quickly strapping the box to the back of your banshee before mounting and taking off into the air once more.

You landed at the usual clearing where you and Neteyam would often have picnics together. Looking around at the small, circular field in front of you, tall trees with low hanging branches decorating the outskirts as you brainstormed ideas. You set up everything as quickly as possible, breaths slightly labored from the fast pace in which you had to work. Nodding in satisfaction to yourself, you smiled and hurriedly made your way back home.

You exhaled deeply as you neared the entrance of your hut, stepping in and eyeing the room. You sighed in relief once you saw Neteyam was still asleep, lying on his back and his arm still outstretched from where you had been. You neared the hammock, leaning over him and lightly nudging his shoulder with a coo of his name. “‘Teyam, ‘Teyam… Wake up, my love.” You watched his eyes flutter open, meeting his dazed expression with a soft smile.

“Hm?” He appeared confused, looking over to his side where you always were when he woke up and raising an eyebrow. Wondering how he hadn’t woken up from your apparent absence, then staring back up at you as you extended your hand out to him.

“Can you come with me please?”

He exhaled heavily, stretching his limbs momentarily until he heard one pop. Then nodding in silence before sitting up and drowsily swinging his legs over the edge. He never was a morning person, always more quiet than usual upon waking up and you found it both hilarious and adorable. He planted his feet to the ground and stood up beside you with a weighted sigh. You smiled when he took your hand, turning on your heels and gradually leading him out the door, giving him time to gain his bearings.

The familiar, grassy field wasn’t a far distance at all, so you decided the two of you would walk instead. To build suspense and anticipation. You wanted this to be special.

You finally heard his gruff voice chime in from behind you after walking for a minute or two. “Where are we going?” He questioned, his voice sleepy and his posture slightly hunched while he allowed you to pull him along the path, blinking his eyes a few times to adjust to the bright morning sun.

“Somewhere…” You trailed off, spotting a landmark you appointed yourself and halting your strides, turning to face him. You were almost there. “Cover your eyes.” You grinned, not missing the way his head dipped slightly to the side in annoyance, as if asking you ‘are you serious?’.

“Go on, cover them.” You repeated, adding on a quiet ‘please’ in a sweet voice that made him give in instantly.

He sighed, nearly slapping his free hand over his face to cover his eyes, holding your hand tighter and willing himself to trust that you wouldn’t lead him into the trunk of a tree.

“No peeking!”

“I’m not.” He sighed, choosing his steps cautiously once you resumed your trek to a destination unknown to him.

You stopped shortly after, placing a gentle hand on his stomach as a signal for him to stop as well. He came to an unbalanced standstill, keeping his grip firm on your hand.

You stood next to him, nearly bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet as you grasped onto his bicep with your right hand, the left one intertwining with his fingers while you held his arm. “Okay, go ahead and open them.”

He pulled his hand down apprehensively, allowing his eyes to open and peek over his fingers before he pulled them away completely.

“Happy birthday!”

A small gasp could be heard from the man above you before you shrugged your body under his heavy arm, letting it rest over your shoulder as you hugged his side and began singing. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,” You sung softly, rhythmically rocking the both of you side to side.

He blinked in shock, staring with a dropped jaw ahead at the vast display of balloons and streamers tied to the trees. Decorations of green, blue, and purple. His favorite colors and the familiar hues of his beloved home which he cared for so deeply.

“Happy birthday dear, Neteyam! Happy birthday to youuu!” You finished slowly, quickly snapping your head up to look at him when you heard his breath stutter. Your brows furrowed at his tearful expression, instantly releasing your hold on him in fear you had done something wrong. Maybe you should’ve listened when he said he didn’t want to do anything.

“Oh no, no, no! Don’t cry!” You stepped in front of him when his shoulders shook, looking up at him apologetically while your hands struggled to figure out where to hold him. How to comfort him. You’d never seen him cry before. “I’m so sorry, Nete’. I didn’t mean to-“ You nearly shrieked when he swooped down to your height, strong arms hooking below your bottom and hoisting you up into the air.

Your hands quickly grasped his shoulders as your feet left the ground, trying to pull back from him to get a good look at his face. “Neteyam?” You questioned, anxiously. Hastily and haphazardly stroking the back of his neck as a last resort to soothe him.

He embraced you tightly, sniffing softly as he pressed the side of his face against your chest. “Thank you, so much… No one has ever made me feel special on my birthday.” He said, voice wavering as he spoke. You felt his body relax, a vast contrast to his previously agitated demeanor, before he saw everything you had done for him. Only previously irritable at the thought of spending yet another birthday uncelebrated— completely unaware of your plans.

Your expression softened and you used your hands to hold his face, it being flushed from crying. The corners of your lips downturned, your heart aching as you stared into his tear-filled amber globes. “Oh Neteyam, my love. I was afraid that I had upset you…” You whispered, using your hands to wipe the tears from his damp cheeks.

“No,” He shook his head and chuckled shakily, appearing sheepish and a bit flustered as even he hadn’t expected to become so emotional. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than I am right now.” He smiled big, his tears now reflecting those of joy.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, a relieved beam spreading across your face to match his. “Well, birthday boy, are you going to make a wish?”

He touched the tip of his nose to yours, gently nuzzling it with heavy lidded eyes. “I’ve already got what I want, right here.” He hummed, closing the gap between your awaiting lips.

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