#i want his thighs to crack my skull sorry

[sea-shelly]

Not only the tits. Don't forget his thighs!!

Bestie I am never not thinking about Max Verstappen's thighs

[ragingbookdragon]

She blinked in her drunken haze at the bartender who nudged a glass of water towards her; her brows drew in confusion, and he said, “Look if you want to keep paying, I’ll keep serving, but you look like you need a ride home rather than more drinks. Drink some water and find a ride.”

Throwing a poor thumbs up, she watched as he walked off and she pulled out her phone, thumbing her password in so she could go to her contacts; his was one of the first and she managed to press call, laying the phone down on the bar, her head laying atop it. They picked up on the second ring.

What.

“Lt,” she slurred. “Will you come get me?”

You’re drunk, aren’t you?

It was rhetorical, she knew that, but she responded anyway. “Yeah, drank too much.” She closed her eyes. “Will you please come get me?” she smiled when she heard the annoyed sigh come across the line. “Pleeeeeeeeeeease,” she whined.

Pay your tab and I’ll be there in a few minutes.

“You’re not going to pay it for me?”

You’re pushing your luck much farther than how much you think I actually tolerate you.

“You tolerate me more than most.”

Whatever.

The line went dead, and she fished around in her pocket for a few bills, laying them on the counter as she lifted herself up and headed for the door. As she stepped out into the night, she drifted to an enclosed corner and sat down on one of the paved bricks that extended from the outside wall, shutting her eyes as she rested her head on the cold stone. She listened as people walked past her, taking in the laughter, the random bits of conversation, sometimes arguments, and breathed deeply as her brain rolled around in her skull.

It wasn’t until she felt the shift of the moonlight from her face to shadow that she cracked an eye open and gazed up at the masked man glaring back at her. “Hi, Lt,” she murmured, and he didn’t even blink.

“C’mon.”

He turned and started walking towards the parking lot when she whined and said, “You aren’t even going to help me up?”

His feet stopped on the pavement, shoulders lifting up and down before he spun around and walked back over, holding out his hand.

“Thank you,” she chirped and took it, letting him pull her up; she didn’t let go of his hand as they walked and at one point in her drunken stumbling, he stopped and let out a tired sigh, bending his knees to kneel beside her. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Get on,” he retorted, and she looked between his face and his back.

“You mean on your—”

“Get. On.” He growled and she hurriedly draped herself on his back, letting out a startled noise as he stood up suddenly, large hands clasped on the bottoms of her thighs as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She blinked as she rested her head on his shoulder and murmured, “Wow, the air is so clear up here.” She heard it, the slight snort and she couldn’t help but smile as he carried her. “Lt?”

“What.”

“Thank you for coming to get me. I know I’m a pain in the ass.”

“At least you’re self-aware of how much a major pain in my arse you are. Bigger than Soap is on his worst days.”

“Now that’s just plain mean,” she mumbled, sniffling slightly. “I’m sorry.”

He stopped again and turned his head, looking at her. “I’d rather you be a pain in my arse than be nothing to me at all.”

She gazed at him with wide eyes, unable to stop her mouth from flopping open and he looked down then back to her eyes. “Really?” she asked in disbelief.

“You might be the biggest pain I’ve ever had the displeasure of having, but you’re my pain and I intend for it to stay that way.”

Her mouth shut and she melted against his back as he continued walking, gingerly snuggling closer to him, knees hugging his hips, arms tighter around him as she joked, “I love you too, Lt.”

“Nope, we’re not there yet.”

She paused, then wondered aloud, “You think we’ll ever be there one day?”

It was a long moment before he finally murmured back, “…yeah, maybe one day, pet.”

[seattlesellie]

dads best friend!abby scenario cause why the hell not.

cw: sexual themes mdni, age gap, abby’s a cocky but charming asshole, power dynamics-ish? : ・ෆ・┈・┈・ᕱ⑅ᕱ・┈・┈・ෆ・ :

— "Oh and honey? Doctor Anderson's coming over for dinner" Everything felt oppressively hot and everything felt impossibly tight. The food seared your tongue, humid steam rising from the vegetables on your plate causing your throat to constrict and your eyes to sting with tears. Your right hand was clenched in a tight fist, left hand gripping your fork like it might grow legs and run away if you let go of your grasp. Your tights were itching relentlessly, tank top strap kept sliding off of your shoulder and built itself a home down your arm. Your lipgloss felt too sticky and your palms too clammy, you felt agitated, uncomfortable and way too goddamn nervous.

You felt consumed.

You didn’t know why.

Sure, Doctor Anderson was attractive, with palms twice bigger than yours. She wore a tight fitted muscle tee that had you squinting then turning your head around fast enough to crack your neck, noticing a goddamn six pack poking through maroon fabric. And yeah, she had an intoxicating scent of pine and wood and a hint of pepper that made your eyes nearly roll back inside of your skull, voice silky smooth, thighs firm and muscular, eyes icy blue, a smile that made you melt and all that stupid jazz,

but none of these things were a good enough explanation to why you were feeling this way — dazed, stupid, all bothered.

She sat down on the dinner table’s leather chair in a manspread as if she owned the place, and her thighs bulked up even more, veins of her arms becoming more prominent. She always knew what to say, and when you cracked a joke about orthopedic surgeons she cheekily told you to “watch it” — which made you thickly gulp and sheepishly smile down to the floor like your idol from age thirteen just told you they want to marry you and have you forever.

You needed an ice bath, but she also wouldn’t stop goddamn looking at you, even when you made it clear that eye contact with the surgeon, your father’s best friend, was a task that you apparently couldn’t manage to complete.

Her look made you nervous, and when she narrowed her eyes you nearly choked on a carrot, and when your father asked you “What’s wrong, kid?” you couldn’t even answer because what was wrong — was that you had to cross your legs together cause of some aching down there, and what was wrong is that his best friend made you feel like you were losing your mind at 9pm with a fork glued to your palm.

So you lied.

“M’just... tired, I guess” you murmured, then fake yawned, then internally cringed at yourself for performing the worlds fakest goddamn yawn.

“Already?” he voiced, shifting his gaze towards a visibly amused Abby. “Quite the night owl, that one... usually”

"What can I say, dad, loooong day" answered you, with a syrupy voice she wanted to stick her fingers inside and lick.

Abby chuckled, then smirked at you even though the response wasn’t directed at her. Then, she looked over to your father who was gnawing on some overcooked steak.

“She’s a kid, needs to get her sleep”

You scoffed, which made doctor Anderson poke the inside of her cheek with her tongue. “What...?” she murmured cockily, cracking a toothy grin. Your tights felt tight again, glued to your hot flesh, then you realized why they fucking call them tights because dammit they really are tight.

“I'm not a kid, can, y’know... drink, and stuff. Plus... M'busy, with... College"

You sounded like a damn idiot. All Abby did was chuckle and tilt her head back slightly, leaning further back in her chair.

“T'aw, I know, What'ryou studying again? Fashion science?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. That bitch.

"Sorry I don't wanna go to medical school and spend seven years of my life sticking my hands down a corpse"

So you didn’t go to your room after that, caught up in a whirlwind of proving a point. You stayed stubbornly with your feet glued to the floor and listened to Abby and your father ramble and yap on about work shenanigans. Usually, you’d semi doze off at this point, go on your phone and occasionally throw a snarky remark, but this was different. She was different than any of his other friends. Abby was actually funny, she didn’t brag too much, and if she did it faded quick cause she really was that good.

Abby threw a reference to a book you thought no one else had read except for you. You timidly lifted your gaze and remarked, “Oh, i read that book, actually”

Abby smiled and flattened her hands on the wooden table. “Smart cookie, huh? Did you like it?”

You batted your eyelashes like a kitten seeking more strokes at the praise, not noticing that body language of yours.

But she did.

You talked about the book for a solid ten minutes. Your father was the one, surprisingly, to go on his phone and faux-snort when he felt excluded from the conversation ran by two intellectuals and a giant elephant who goes by the name of "Tension", in the middle of the room.

Abby made you laugh and she made you think and she listened to your anecdotes. It made you buzz with electricity, and it made you yearn for her attention.

it also made her long for yours.

Your father interrupted by showing Abby a picture from work. When her eyes lowered to his phone, she shot you a lingering gaze and a smirk. You, feeling a rush of heat to your cheeks, shyly looked away.

It was tight everywhere all over again.

So they talked more about work, Abby’s patients, their coworkers, Doctor Martha’s chicken pot pie, Doctor Johnson’s bizarre antics, the glass door no one bothered on calling to be fixed, blah blah blah, an endless stream of chatter.

And you listened, you listened with rapt attention, every ounce of your focus aimed at the prospect of another one-on-one conversation with Abby. Each time the older woman casted you with a quick glance, you flushed even harder. You waited, and waited and waited but your father was a blabber mouth, and you were oh so impatient,

you began mindlessly kicking the wooden table's legs.

Your sock-covered feet shifted restlessly from side to side, then you tucked them beneath your chair and resumed kicking, the movements gaining force. You curled your toes and continued to play with the table's handles. Abby winced, but you didn’t pay her any mind. You kicked again, with more force now.

You sighed.

Abby cleared her throat, and her cheeks suddenly bore a faint crimson blush. You couldn't help but notice, hm, must be the red wine finally catching on to her form. Ignoring, you kicked again, and the doctors back straightened and she stiffened in response. Your father asked her a question, and Abby… stammered.

“Yeah, that guys… uh— yeah”

You rested your chin on your hands and lightly tapped your fingertips against your cheeks thrice.

Then you kicked again, harder, you were bored and restless, waiting, give me some attention, Abby —

And then, you felt a pair of shoes encase your feet, ankles creating a cage around yours. It was then and only then that you had the startling realization: you hadn't been kicking the table at all. Instead, you had been unknowingly engaged in a game of footsies beneath the table with a goddamn world class surgeon.

And oh god did you want to die.

And oh god did abby sport a shit eating grin on her face that only you seemed to catch.

You froze, not even able to release your feet from her iron like grip. Unmistakably, she didn’t seem to release her grip either. So she kept them there, caged and locked.

“Alright,” your father sighed and cleared his throat. “Got some cuban cigars in the yard, shall we?” he gestured towards Abby, who was still holding your feet in her tight grasp.

“Yeah, go ‘head, I’ll just clear the table” she murmured absentmindedly. So kind and polite, huh?

You father chuckled and tapped abby on her shoulder, as he rose from his sit and straightened his back. “Nah, let the kid handle it”

Abby shot you a glance. Your pupils were dilated and your chest heaved rapidly up and down.

“She's not a kid, remember?”

Abby let go of your feet and you rose from the chair with such haste, you nearly had whiplash. When you lifted your plate, staying mute, looking like a deer caught in headlights as your father paced towards the yard, Abby gazed at you, and her eyebrow arched up in utter amusement.

“You uh, play soccer, by any chance?” quipped her, crossing her arms on her firm hard muscly chest.

You gulped.

“Huh?”

Abby lifted her wine glass to her lips, taking a sip that left a glistening sheen on her bottom lip. A chuckle escaped her.

“Jus’, y’know… with all the kicking, and everything. I mean, take a girl out for a drink before you do all that, yeah?”

You stood in shock, you didn’t speak, didn’t mutter a word, merely humming in response. Abby grabbed the plates from your hand, and then she grabbed the salt.

She furrowed her eyebrows and huffed. “M'just ’joking, smart cookie. If you wanna play, let's play"

Then you heard your father’s voice down the hall.

“Sweetheart?” he paced closer as Abby walked towards the sink. He leaned over the wall,

“forgot to mention it to you but, Abby’s staying over for the weekend”

[symbiomancy]

MASSAGE —ryomen sukuna

summary: Step-brother Sukuna is good with his hands. Why not take advantage of it when no one's home? It's just an innocent massage, after all.

cw: stepbrother!sukuna, stepcest, grinding/thigh riding, pet names

wc: ~1,1k

also on ao3

“You’re good with your hands,” you say one afternoon when it’s just you and him. Your mother and his father are at work, Yūji is meeting up with friends to go to a movie, hell, even the neighbors might have left town—it’s just you and him.

Sukuna looks up from his phone, face impassive.

“My back hurts. You’re good with your hands. Simple math.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen how you sleep; how do you even bend like that? It’s unnatural.”

“I’m very flexible.” You hold out the bottle of massage oil to him and shake it impatiently. “Please?”

He considers it for a moment, then rolls his eyes and places his phone on the small table next to the couch armrest. You grin, bright and wide as he accepts the bottle.

“Sit,” he says, spreading his legs, half-expecting you to pull out the ottoman underneath the coffee table. Instead, you straddle his thigh, facing away from him. He jostles his leg for good measure and you almost tip over, latching onto the thigh you’re sitting on to not fall. A laugh bubbles from his chest, low and smooth and rich.

“Dickhead,” you mutter, sitting up straight again.

“I can refuse service if you’re not nice to me, you know.”

You sigh, long and drawn out. “I’m sorry. Please, can I get a massage?” Though you don’t wait for his reply and hike your flimsy shirt over your head, draping it over his other thigh.

Sukuna allows his fingers to skim the length of your spine, from your tailbone up to the base of your skull, feeling the grooves and dips of the vertebrae under his fingertips. He maps out the beauty marks littering the expanse of your skin, tries to commit it to memory.

“Where?” He tips a small amount of massage oil onto the palm of his hand and rubs it around his palms. It smells like vanilla.

You place your hands on your waist and press your thumbs on either side of your spine. Sukuna makes a sound of confirmation in the back of his throat and pushes your hands away, placing his thumbs where yours just were. He presses down, hard, and you make a sound, somewhere caught between a hiss and a moan, hands clamped around his thigh again for stability.

He begins working the knots in your lower back and then you moan, actually, audibly moan—it slips from your lips so freely and he likes it, he wants to hear more of it, drawn out and loud. He needs to hear it again like he needs water. The sound sends a jolt straight to his cock. It twitches beneath the layers that separate it from your pretty pussy. Oh, it’s pretty, he just knows it.

His hands slowly glide up your sides until his fingertips ghost the curve of your breast. He hears the hitch in your breathing—like music to his ears, he wants to hear it over and over and over again until it's committed to his memory—but he doesn’t withdraw his hand. Instead, he lets his hand explore further, cupping your breast from below, a finger swiping over the nipple. You buck against his thigh with a low whine.

“You like that, baby?”

“Y-yeah.” Your voice cracks and you hastily clear your throat.

His other hand finds your other breast and he swipes a thumb around and then over each nipple. A small, broken gasp escapes your lips. Your back arches, grinding your covered pussy against his thigh. Sukuna stills, flexes his thigh muscles, and eyes the not-so-subtle circling motions of your hips.

“Yeah?” He palms your tits, pinches the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You recoil, back arching even more, pussy dragging against his thigh, nails clamping into his flesh so hard Sukuna sees white for a fraction of a second. He can feel the damp patch on your panties and he breathes in slowly to keep his composure from slipping, from pouncing on you like an animal in heat.

He repeats the motion and he’s rewarded with another gasp, this one half a whine, and you fall back, resting against his shoulder.

Sukuna adjusts himself and leans his chin on your shoulder. His mouth rests at the shell of your ear now.

One hand dips from your chest, travels down towards your navel, dragging the massage oil along. He can feel the stutter in your breathing in the still and tacky summer air. He doesn’t stop, goes lower, lower, lower, stops where your skirt begins.

His hand finds purchase on the plush of your thigh, fingers sliding up, under the fabric, and stop just shy of your underwear. You buck your hips again, desperate for any friction.

“What?” He teases, his hot breath caressing the side of your cheek. “Need something?”

“Please.” You nod rapidly. “Please.” Your breaths are heavy, eyes bleary, mid fuzzy with desire.

“Good girl,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear.

Your cheeks warm at his words—so warm and so close he can feel the warmth radiating from your skin. His fingertips ghost over your clothed pussy, just barely applying any force, then over the hem of your skirt, up your body, dragging along the grooves, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His hand finds its place on your breast again, so soft and plush and he breathes in the sweet scent of your strawberry body wash, nose pressed into the junction between your neck and shoulder. Fuck, you’re intoxicating. His cock twitches in his pants, throbbing like he’s about to cum in his shorts—

Voices.

Strange voices draw him from his reprieve. They filter in through the open windows, a female voice arguing with Yuji’s.

Then there’s a key jiggling in the lock on the front door.

Sukuna snatches your top from his thigh, presses it to your chest, and gently pushes you upright. You stand on shaking legs for a moment before the click of the front door’s lock sends you dashing towards the stairs across the room. You reach them just as the door swings open, three voices filtering inside.

“Dickhead!” You shout before you disappear up the stairs and slam your bedroom door.

Yūji pauses as the door falls shut behind him, Nobara, and Megumi, and crosses the few steps from the hallway into the living room. He looks at Sukuna, lying on his stomach on the couch, scrolling through his phone. “What did you say this time?”

Sukuna scowls and grabs a decorative pillow to chuck at Yuji’s head. “Mind your own business, brat.”

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[beansprean]

Izzyhuahua is the most insanely accurate characterization yet. Thank you @batsarebetterthanpeople for your post.

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Ed, in a modern black tee shirt and jeans, walks in a door that dings when he opens it. He has a square shaped cloth shoulder bag strapped over his chest that is decorated with skulls and embroidered with "Izzy" at the top. Popping up from inside is a dark brown long haired Chihuahua with white on his muzzle, spots on his head that look like angry eyebrows, and a spot on his cheek that looks like an x. 1b. Ed from the back as he holds up dog Izzy with both hands, saying, "you're gonna have to sedate him." Lucius, dressed as a vet tech in peach scrubs and a red kerchief, holds out his hands to take him with a smirk, responding dismissively, "Haha, don't worry! Dr. Bonnet can handle this little guy." Izzy growls softly. 1c. 10 minutes later. Lucius reappears, hair missed, clothes torn, and a bloody bandage around his left pointer finger. He holds out a form on a clipboard and says, "Yeah, we're gonna need to sedate him."

2a. Close up on Stede, dressed in teal scrubs with a stethoscope around his neck, on a bubbly yellow background. He looks up, eyes widening and cheeks turning red, mouth soft as he fumbles through an introduction, "Hello, I'm Dr. ...uh.... Stede..." 2b. Reverse close up of Ed in a similar state, staring lovestruck and blushing as he responds dazedly, "...Ed..." 2c. Close up on Izzy as he furiously launches himself upwards, growling and snarling! Offscreen, Ed screams, "Ahh, fuck, Izzy, no!!" and Stede shrieks, "Oh God!!" and calls for Lucius.

3a. Later, Izzy is now out cold on an examination table, snoring and tongue sticking out but somehow still looking angry. Text nearby points to him and says "extra extra drugs". Ed and Stede stand on either side of the table, Ed gently petting Izzy's back with a smile as he explains, "He has a lot of separation anxiety... I'd just like him to stop biting people, haha." Stede, arms crossed, looks down skeptically at the dog and just replies, "Right." He thinks to himself, 'Diagnosis: complete asshole.' 3b. Ed looks down, blushing a bit, and continues, "Makes dating kinda tough, heh." Stede immediately perks up but tries to keep it casual, looking everywhere but Ed and sweating at his temple. "oh?" he ventures carefully. "You're single, then?" Ed sighs, replying, "Yeah. Iz here has run off my last two boyfriends." 3c. Ed looks up at the ceiling, playing ignorance, and taps his chin facetiously, wondering aloud, "But maybe if I found someone good with animals...who understood-" Stede, looking sweaty and panicked, interrupts him at top volume with "Do you want to have dinner with me?!" 3d. Stede drops his tomato red face into his hands, mumbling, "I'm sorry, that was so unprofessional..." Ed just beams at him from the other side of the table, clearly having gotten the invite he was fishing for. On the table, Izzy starts to twitch and wake, one angry eye cracking open.

4a. Stede and Ed on a black leather loveseat in Ed's home, mismatched candles the only source of light on either side of them and music drifting sensuously from a speaker. Both are clearly dressed for a date, Stede in a button up and khakis and Ed in a purple henley and gray trousers. They are leaning close, knees interlaced, Ed's hand on Stede's thigh and the other cupping his cheek, Stede with one hand stretched on the back of the couch and the other expertly cupping a wine glass. Their faces are an inch apart, eyes closed, about to have their first kiss. 4b. There is a happy "yip!" as Izzy suddenly jumps up into Ed's lap and places his little paws on his chest, breaking the moment and causing Ed and Stede to jerk back from each other in surprise. 4c. Ed laughs and wraps his hands around the little dog, hearts floating up as he coos, "Aww, Izzy! Did you need some attention?" Unnoticed by Ed, Izzy turns to look at Stede over his shoulder to aim what can only be called a triumphant smirk at him. Stede jerks in surprise and looks immediately offended and angry. /end ID

[queenariesofnarnia]

the general and her boys

gif not mine!

wc: 2,025

fraternal poly! bad batch x f!reader (absolutely no clonecest)

warnings: 18+ content! mdni! porn with a sprinkle of plot in the beginning, nothing crazy, group sex, praise kink, use of sarge, anal, piv, unprotected, cum swallowing, oral (m receiving), handjobs, and i think that is it!

✨✨✨✨

All you asked for was a night of rest since you’re finally on shore leave. A night in your secret apartment gifted to you by Padme. Relaxing in your silk robe that matched the red in your squad’s armor, lined with black lace. You accomplished most of the self-care routine you planned for the night. Sipping on a glass of wine you picked up on Naboo, enjoying a trashy holofilm.  Several knocks echoed through your apartment interrupting the climax of the film. You had a feeling this was going to happen, even though they promised you not to start a fight with the regs. You entered the code to the door, meeting five sets of eyes as it whooshed open. Standing to the side letting them in to find a seat.

“I don’t want to hear about who started it or why you got involved” you grumbled sitting back in your original spot which now has you nestled between Tech and Crosshair.

“We’re sorry general” Hunter’s gruff voice sounds over the film you went back to watching. You glance at him and nod before turning your attention back to the screen. Wrecker helped himself to whatever snacks he could find in your kitchen.

“Wrecker, were you even going to ask if helping yourself to the general’s food was okay?” Echo was the one to question the large clone.

“I don’t care at this point. That’s why I have snacks in the first place. I knew my night alone wasn’t going to last” you tell Echo without breaking your focus from the screen. Finishing your wine, you placed your glass on the table before leaning over Tech who was busy with his datapad to grab the bottle on the side table. This gave Crosshair and Hunter a view up your robe, while Echo and Wrecker had a view down your robe. Plopping back down to refill your glass the room went quiet except for the film ending.

“Why didn’t you ask me general?” Tech broke the silence amongst your squad.

“You seemed busy, so I just did what was easy” you sent him a smile before taking a sip of from your glass. Crosshair took the bottle from your hand taking a quick swig before passing it to Hunter who had his hand out towards his brother.

“Don’t worry about why she didn’t ask Tech. Let’s talk about how the pretty little general gave us a little show as she reached over you.” Crosshair informs his brother placing his gloved hand on your thigh. The action made you take a gulp of your wine.

“What’s under the robe mesh’la?” Hunter whispers in your ear causing you to jump since you didn’t notice he left his previous spot.

“Tech start recording” Wrecker chuckles at the order given by Crosshair.

“I have been recording since the moment she opened the door” Tech says a smirk reaching his face. In this moment you knew you were in for it. You jokingly flirt with the guys all the time. However, you never thought it would lead you here. Echo was now sitting with his legs crossed intrigued by what is unfolding in front of him.

“Take the robe off for us sarad” Crosshair orders you giving your thigh a squeeze. You stood after chugging down the rest of the wine for the courage you will need tonight to survive. Back facing them you untied the robe letting it glide off your shoulders hitting the floor. Your spine tattoo now exposed to them. Each of their helmets and their names written by them decorated your spine. A chorus of groans sounded in the quiet living room as they took in the sight of your tattoo and your backside.

“Turn around for us little tooka” Wrecker’s voice cracking at his own request. Their jaws dropped when you turned around. The signature skull and 99 inked above your left breast, a loth wolf started at your waist ending at your mid-thigh, a 5, a crescent, and jaig eyes decorated your left bicep.

“When did you get all these tattoos cyar’ika?” Tech’s question breaking the trance his brothers were in as they stopped looking at the tattoos that decorated your body and back to your face.

“We can discuss that later. Now is there a real reason why I’m naked?” you questioned smirking your arms crossed beneath your breasts pushing them up.

“Get in the bed and we can show you” Hunter’s voice sounding deeper than usual makes your stomach flutter and your pussy tingle. Making your way past them without a word your hips swaying as you make it down the hall into your room. In about five minutes after the boys have taken their armor and blacks off they were surrounding your giant bed. You pretended to be busy with your datapad until it was snatched from your grip by Crosshair. He tosses it on the lounge chair in the corner of your room.

“Get on all fours mesh’la” Hunter instructs you. Immediately obeying, they command you to arch your back for them. The cool air in the room hitting your back side showing off your anal plug.

“She looks so pretty” Wrecker groans palming his cock. The others agreeing each walking around you to get their own perfect view of you.

“Wrecker get in front of her. Crosshair, Tech each of you take a side, Echo get behind her and mesh’la let me get under you.” Hunter gives out instructions. You never expected this moment a pleasant tingle was sent through your body as each of them found their spots round you. You were thankful for a big enough bed, so Wrecker fit in front of you nicely. Echo removed the plug from your puckered hole slowly. The mewl it pulled from your lips made each cock twitch. You spit in each hand before wrapping one of them around Crosshair’s and the other around Tech’s length beginning to slowly pump each of them. Hunter’s skilled fingers quickly found your soaking pussy dipping to fingers in, and Wrecker tapped the head of his cock silently directing you to open your mouth. Opening your mouth wide, tongue licking the underside of his shaft before taking him in your mouth. This was Echo’s opportunity to position himself before entering your ass. Feeling him stretch you made you moan around Wrecker’s length as Hunter’s fingers found your clit, whilst mouth attached to your nipple. Hunter continued to toy with your clit which was bringing you to the edge quicker than you would hope. The sensation of his mouth attached to your nipple turned you into a moaning mess. Each of your boys whispering praises to you.

“Look how pretty you are” “Kriff, you feel good” “Just like that sarad” “You look exquisite” you took praise well. Echo’s scomp was resting on you lower back and you enjoyed the cool metallic feeling. You could feel Hunter line up with your pussy with one thrust up he was buried in you to the hilt. He and Echo took their turns thrusting in and out of you at a brutal pace. Hunter’s fingers still rubbing your clit and quitting before you could finish each time, he took you there. He left his marks all over your breasts. Wrecker’s thrusts were faltering each time you moaned around him. Using the precum from Crosshair and Tech’s cocks was helpful since spitting on your hand would have been a challenge. Crosshair doing his best not to fall apart and Tech not caring that he was practically melting under your touch.

“I’m not going to last like this pretty girl” Wrecker’s sentence was broken up between each thrust. “You gonna let me cum in your mouth?” you nod your eyes glossed with tears and your moans desperate. His final thrust you felt the warmth of his seed hit the back of your throat before pulling out to finish the rest of his load on your face. Smiling at him before swallowing.

“I hope you got that Tech” Crosshair said before a string of curses leave his mouth. Tech could only nod.

“Tech come here” you gesture in front of your face and take him in your mouth. Using your now free hand to cup and squeeze his balls. You knew he wasn’t going to last long so when you pulled back you slowly grazed your teeth on the underside of his shaft, before taking him back in your mouth all at once. When you gagged on him, he couldn’t help but release in your mouth making sure each drop was in your mouth before he pulled out your mouth.

“Go ahead and smile for me cyar’ika” he instructs you his hand wrapping around your throat making you him in the eyes. You smile again showing him his cum. “You may swallow” he nods at you and pulls away. Placing a kiss on the top of your head thanking you. Crosshair took over stroking himself for you.

“I’m going to paint your face now sarad. But I’ll be in you later.” He hissed before releasing all over your face and hair. Smirking at your cum covered face he gets off the bed.

“Do you want me inside or do you want me to pull out cyare” Echo’s tone is soft yet rough as he whispers the question in your ear.

“In me please” you whimper biting into Hunter’s shoulder. He pulled out for a moment for Echo to finish. Rough fingers gently wrapping around the back of your neck pulling you in for a keldabe kiss. Echo leans down placing a kiss on your shoulder as his thrust falter, releasing in your ass. He waits a few seconds before pulling out of you slowly, putting the plug back in you until Hunter has his turn to finish. When he got off the bed, he made his way to the lounge chair in the corner. Hunter flipped you over with ease, guiding his cock back to your entrance thrusting in you at a rough pace, bending your legs back to where your knees touched your chest with one hand. With the other his thumb circled your clit.

“Go ahead and beg for it mesh’la” His sergeant voice making your walls clench around him. “You look so pretty all used by us” he whispers in your ear nibbling your earlobe as he pulls away. “I know your close mesh’la beg for it. That’s the only way I’ll cum in you.” His pace made you lose your train of thought.

“Kriff, Hunter may I please cum?” your tone is airy as you gasp between words.

“No. You can do better than that. Come on mesh’la” he pulls his thumb away right when you could feel yourself at your peak. You let out a string of curses that make Crosshair huff with laughter.

“May I please cum Sarge? Pretty please” the neediness evident in your tone. His thumb returned to your clit as you kept mumbling ‘please’ for your release.

“Go ahead” he grants. The moan you release higher than you expected as your back arches. Your pussy convulsing around his cock. Moments later he collapses on top of you, painting your walls with his cum. Placing a soft kiss on your neck rolling off of you. Once he moves Echo comes back over to gently tug the plug out to let his seed pour out your other used hole. Tech making sure he gets this part for their recording.

“You did so well for us general” Hunter compliments. You could only smile and nod. You could feel the exhaustion. Crosshair went into your fresher to get you a warm cloth to clean you up with. Wrecker went to the kitchen to get you a snack and get dressed. Tech, Hunter, and Echo went to put the bottom halves of their blacks back on before coming back to your bed. Crosshair cleaned you up before going to grab his bottoms. You’re snuggled up in between them all as they pile in your bed to cuddle. A moment you could only hope to get on camera one day.

[persefolli]

𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 (𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬.)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐚𝐠𝐞-𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐀/𝐧: 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢�� 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐉𝐚𝐤�� 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“What did you tell them?!” Tonowari stormed into your pod, angry.

“What?” You looked up from your book.

“Don't bullshit me Y/n. I heard you and saw you talking with your friends.”

Your ears flattened against your skull and frowned. “I-.”

“Don't bullshit me Y/n. I heard you!” Tonowari yelled.

You let out a whimper, and let the tears spill from your eyes. “We weren't- I didn't say your name Wari! They asked if I liked anyone and I said I did!”

Tonowari’s heart panged hearing your voice crack like that. He placed his hands on his hips, huffing and internally cursing himself. “I'm sorry princess.” He kneeled down and wiped your now wet cheeks. “I shouldn't have come in yelling. Let alone accuse you of exposing us.”

You looked away from him, unable to face him.

“I made it seem like I care more about my reputation than you. And that was not my intention.” He pulled you to face him.

“I just wanted to talk about us somewhere other than my journal.”

Tonowari leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and breathing in your scent. “I'm so sorry baby.” He leaned into you and pressed a tender kiss to your lips, holding your cheek in the process. “You can talk about whatever you want, even if my name does slip out.”

You pulled your head from his cheek and let your eyes trail elsewhere, still feeling salty about the way he entered your home.

“Let me make it up to you.” He pushed you back by kissing you, planting his hips between your now spreading legs. He broke the kiss from your lips and began peppering them down your body, to the inside of your thighs.

“Wari.”

“Shhh.” He fiddled with your loincloth and pulled it off, gasping at the string of wetness that stuck to the cloth as it was pulled away. “Always so wet for me.” Tonowari continued kissing up your inner thigh until he reached your folds. He licked a stripe along your pussy, flattening it against your hole.

You threw your head back and pulled at his hair as he began his attack in your hole. Thrusting his tongue in and out of your tightening hole and groaning in the process.

“Mmm wari!” You bucked your hips, attempting to hit your clit against his nose or tongue but he held you down tight. “I'm coming baby. So spoiled.” He licked up your pussy and sucked harshly on your nub. You began trembling, letting him know you were close. He slowed his pace and began curling your clit with his tongue, torturously lapping at the nub.

Shutting your eyes tight, you turned your head away, crying out and moaning as you reached your high. Tonowari ate you through your orgasm, praising you as he did so.

He pulled away from your thighs and whined, wanting to go another round. “Cmon you know the drill.” Tonowari helped you turn over, planting your face into the mat and pulling your hips upwards towards him.

“Gentle.” You whimpered, knowing how big he was and how desperate he became once he got inside.

“It's all about you.”

Your mouth gaped open feeling his warm hand on your ass, softly squeezing and kneading the flesh. Then you felt him, poking right at your hole. You moaned, feeling him slowly push in. You gasped, feeling the painful stretch of his thick cock entering you. You reached around and pressed your hand against his pelvis at a weak attempt to hold him back.

“Move your hand.”

“S’too much!” You cried out.

Tonowari shushed you and continued massaging your skin. “You've taken it before, you can do it again pretty girl.”

“I cant!”

Tonowari leaned over so he was laying against your back. “Need daddy to help you.” He whispered into your ear.

His hand wrapped around your torso and took refuse on your clit. He slowly moved his hand in circles, rubbing his fingertips around on your bud. The pain slowly subsided and you felt the tickle of pleasure overtake you again. You softly groaned, gripping the mat under you and relishing the pleasure.

“That's it. See? Opening so wide for me.” He cooed in your ear. You felt him slowly inch deeper inside you, filling you out as you quivered beneath him. “All you needed was a little help from daddy, isn't that right?”

You nodded and blubbered into the mat. Tonowari pushed the last of his dick into you, groaning as he bottomed out in your hole. He grunted, and repositioned his hands so one was on your hip and the other gripped your ass.

Slowly, he began rocking into you, thrusting at a steady rate to get you accommodated to his size. Honestly you would never get used to how thick he was, no matter how many times the two of you fucked he always managed to make it feel like it was your first time.

He was your first, and it took a few tries to even get inside, but he trained you well, and he often praised you for ‘taking it like a big girl’

“You gotta talk to me baby.” Tonowari said through gritted teeth. He continuously thrusted into you, together ing his grip on your skin.

“Want you.” You muttered.

Tonowari pulled you up by your neck, and smashed his lips into yours, thrusting into you faster. The pauses between skin slapping became minimal, and you moved your hand down to touch your clit, blocking it from the heavy weight of its balls slapping against it.

“Almost there girl?” Tonowari wrapped his arm across your chest and squeezed you close to him. “I can feel you getting tight.” He grunted.

The two of you let out a strangled moan as you came. Tonowari released you and allowed you to fall back down onto the mat.

He reached over to grab a small cloth to clean the two of you.

You heaved, laying on your stomach with your eyes clothes feeling his hands wipe you dry.

“Come here princess.” He laid down next to you and pulled you into his chest. “Open. Your favorite.”

You sluggishly turned on your side and lifted your leg slightly, allowing him to position himself and slide into you again.

“Oh wari!” You exclaimed.

He let out a gurttle and held onto your hips, sighing once he bottomed out. “I'm so sorry princess.”

“S’okay wari.” You pressed at your stomach where Tonowari pressed into your flesh from the inside. Tonowari grabbed across your chest, squeezing your breasts firmly.

“It's not. You have the power to expose us whenever and however you want. Don't let my anger stop you.”

“I can't ruin your life like that.” You whispered.

“You're too nice for your own good.” He pressed a kiss on your cheek. “That's why I love you.”

[strangelittlestories]

Erupting from fresh grave dirt, the vampire was a mess of filth, fangs and fury.

It leapt at Shadow, expecting its mouth to close around fearful and yielding flesh. Instead, Shadow's hand moved like a cracking whip and the creature found its teeth closing around the rough edges of a wooden stake.

It spat out a mouthful of splinters and lashed out with a clawed hand. Shadow was already behind it and it fell to the ground as she lumped it in the head.

"Insert quip here." She said as it fell.

The vampire looked up at her and snarled. A dull far-away kind of pain was blooming in its skull.

"I don't know who you think you are, but..." the creature blinked, confused by what it was seeing. "Wait, what's with the watering can?"

The vampire felt the back of its scalp, The impact certainly felt like it might be watering can shaped.

Shadow sighed and lifted the watering can above the creature's upturned face. It flinched back, expecting another strike. Shadow tilted the can and a spray of blood fell upon its face. The vampire blinked in surprise before hungrily beginning to wipe the blood from its face and frantically lick its fingers clean.

With her foe distracted by its feeding frenzy, Shadow bent to retrieve the chewed wooden stake, which had fallen amongst a bouquet of withered flowers. She holstered it.

The vampire looked over at her, finished with its snack. Its thoughts felt clearer, the hunger in its core was beginning to fade. It winced as the pain in its head felt suddenly sharpened.

"With all due respect," the vampire said, "what the heck?"

"You woke up hungry." Shadow looked off into the darkness as she spoke. "Vampires always wake up *starving*. Not your fault. Feeding you is better than killing you."

Tim - he suddenly remembered that his name had been Tim - cocked his head at the strange woman. He took in her practical boots, heavy gloves and the floral cardigan badly covering her body armour.

He tried to look Shadow in the eyes, but she kept fixedly staring off at the gloom and gravestones.

"But a watering can?"

"It's easier to just ... water the fresh graves. Well, I suppose 'blood' the fresh graves. You soak in the blood through your skin while you're going through The Change. I hadn't gotten to your grave yet, sorry." she shrugged. "I think of it like gardening. Vampires are a lot like seeds, y'know? You go into the ground, you change, you grow, then you reach out to the world for sustenance."

"Most gardens don't try to eat you."

"Some do." Shadow smiled a little for the first time. "People don't blame a fly trap for eating insects. Or a rose for having thorns."

"But..." Tim struggled to take this strange woman and her strange words in. "But what about when I get hungry again?"

Shadow looked at him for the first time since their fight. She took slow steps towards him. She leaned down, put the watering can on the ground, and held out a business card with one hand.

"Go to this address. The man there will help you out. Don't wait too long, you'll get fangy when you're hungry."

Tim felt a pinch of pain suddenly in his leg. He looked down and saw that with her other arm, Shadow had stabbed a small metal device into his thigh.

"And if you don't go to him, now I can track you down." She smiled gently at Tim. "All gardens need pruning every now and again."

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With thanks to Katherine for the submission of Shadow to the Character of the Month club.

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[gooppoo]

jake's mate degrading and slapping him?? 😳🤷🏻‍♀️ masochist jake??? LMAO SORRY

now you're speaking my language 😎 also putting this in hc form cuz that's how my brain wants it

flipping the script.

Requests Closed!

mdni.

warnings: ur on the ride of your life miss girl, slapping, swearing, degrading, p in v intercourse, creampie

Jake had mentioned before he'd like to experiment

Initially you thought maybe letting things get more rough for you

Bondage? Hair pulling?

Oh, you were naive.

"I was thinking, actually..." he picked at his food, "you would top."

This left you puzzled, "Jake, I have been on top before."

"No," he cleared his throat, "like...you take control. Slap me a little bit or something, I don't know." Clearly this was difficult for him to express.

You let the idea marinate in your mind; it didn't immediately turn you off, but you weren't sure if you would like it until you tried it

"Alright." You grinned reassuringly, and Jake's tail swung excitedly.

Let's get up to speed:

Just like Jake had requested, you took the reigns and remained off the ground for the most part

To be transparent...you both noticed the mild power trip you were riding through this entire endeavor

For starters, you dipped your toes in by cumming twice on Jake's charming features - making a point to not hold back your stern instructions

"Faster," he picked up the pace of his tongue, but not enough, "I said faster slut!"

There was orgasm one

Orgasm two looked more like this:

"Shut up and stick your tongue out," you said before dragging your sloppy cunt across his mouth and nose

Now you were ready for the main event, teasing Jake before settling your hips down on him entirely

You rolled your hips along his length, letting it part your folds and nudge your sensitive clit

"Baby - c'mon put it in please-"

Hesitantly, you let the back of your palm crack over his jaw

There was a tense moment of silence and stillness

Then Jake's eyes exploded with carnal lust, which meant yours did too

"Oh...that was pathetic." You scoffed, and took him in you with swiftness

"Shit-!" Jake choked out, you were prompt to bite at him, "Keep quiet, you're making me sick."

At this Jake bit his lip and let his head lull onto the ground

Truthfully, a twinge of fright kept him complying to your orders, the rest was a disturbing curiosity

What exactly were you capable of?

A lengthy, wavering sigh sounded from him as you slid up and down his inches

"You should see your face. I didn't know you could be such a man whore."

Your hurtful words made Jake mewl and sink his blunt nails further into your hips

"I bet you want to fuck up into me so bad, yeah? Try it."

He took your teasing as a massive green light, pouring his heart and soul into the few rough thrusts he could squeeze in before you were leaving his face stinging again

He moaned - and here your true reign of power began

"Did you really think you'd get away with that? Am I making you that fucking dumb?" He groaned, eyes flickering from your waist to your cruel stare, "Gonna answer me? Or just stare with your mouth wide open like a bitch?"

"S-sorry, fuck-" he managed, letting his gaze fall back into his skull

You didn't accept this, "'Sorry? ' Maybe I am fucking you dumb."

With a stifled whine, Jake found more of his voice, "Y-yes you are-! So good, so good to me. Shoulda listened to you baby."

"Much better."

Admits all your humiliating insults and assaults, you couldn't deny the satisfying way Jake stuffed you

Or the way your clit faintly caressed his naval as you reached your hilt and his tip dusted your cervix

Soon enough your energy transferred to using him as a means to reach your orgasm, and nothing more

Everytime Jake would spew praises your way, you'd either cover his mouth or shut your eyes and ignore him completely to focus on tending to your g-spot

"M-I'm close..." you purred

Your thighs were growing weary and even trembling with fatigue

"I'm tired, finish me off," you ordered, allowing your hips to slow

"But-"

"Do what I say."

Jake nodded feverishly and repositioned himself to ram into you from below

His last few forceful strokes let you catch your breath and lose it in the same moment

It was like his cock was shoved the whole way into your throat with the new depths he achieved

Much to your surprise, his fingers tended to your clit

Though your body language was grateful for this, even gently holding his wrist, you still delivered the degradation he had requested: "You're such a cum slut - just wanna feel me cream all over you-"

Jake dryly chuckled, "Of course I do."

A few more powerful thrusts did the trick

To heighten your orgasm Jake continued to toy with your clit so he could feel you pulse around him

Swearing and gasping through the release of your climax and then feeling Jake finish by coating your walls white

Both of you seemed to call it quits at about the same time, flopping onto his torso and his legs falling to the ground

After while, Jake embraced you and kissed the crown of your head

"How'd I do?" You murmured, snuggling against him

Jake smiled, "I'm sure you can feel it."

[beanibon]

Could you please write something short about Eriks eating reader out? His facial hair is driving me insane.

I've been adoring these eriks x reader short fics and I've been obsessed. Please this man needs more short fics about him.

TW: Oral (f!receiving), slight exhibitionism, reader owns a bakery.

~ Prequel ~ Part 2 ~

Your legs wobbled dangerously, arms struggling to keep your weight. It was hard being quiet especially, as the last customers of the day filtered out of the bakery, waving a final goodbye to you.

You desperately wanted to slam the closed sign against the door, but a strong arm kept you in place, holding you against the counter.

Cursing the man, you squeezed your thighs hard around his face, only for it to backfire as Eriks only mouthed your clit harder. Knees buckling as you faltered, the man beneath you grunting as your weight crushed him somewhat. Yet it didn't stop his relentless abuse of your pussy, hiking your cute dress up a little further to tease you as you quickly pulled it down.

"Bastard! The close sign isn't up yet, quit being a pervert!" You yelped, feeling the prickly sensation of his stubble brush against your plush folds.

"Can't help it, you're so cute when I can fluster you." The vibration of his words were agonising, leaving you to release a few moans you had been holding back.

The bell to the front door rung as he squeezed your ass, jolting at the sight on Lina. Now you two were deep shit.

"Hey Miss Y/N, sorry to bother you but have you seen Eriks? He's been gone all day and the last place he said he was heading off to was here." You swallowed, muffling a particularly loud moan that almost slipped through.

It was hard to think of an excuse, especially while you were still being eaten out by the man in question. But you managed something, despite it being suspicious by the constant stuttering.

"So-sorry Lina, Eriks did come through, but he-" another harsh squeeze of your thighs against Eriks skull, a silently warning to stop teasingly flicking your clit. "But he left a while ago, haven't seen him since."

Lina looked at you suspiciously, but thankfully didn't question you further. She thanked you as she turned to leave, opening the door.

"If you wouldn't mind Lina, can you flip the sign for me please?" She raised a brow your way, obliging as flipped the sign and left.

Sighing, you glared down at the blonde man beneath you, still happily writing his name with his tongue on your bud of nerves. You were going to kill him.

But that would have to wait, as once he got your orgasm crashing over you, collapsing on him as you moaned his name. Eriks yelped, tapping your back to try and get you off him.

Eventually you did shift your weight, leaning against the counter, panting heavily. You looked at him, massaging his neck as he gave you the biggest puppy eyes ever, your cum painted over his face.

"I think you strained my neck." Eriks whined, adjusting his neck until it cracked.

"Not my fault you wanted to eat me out in the middle of work, should've waited until after I closed." The giant man only gave you a childish pout, hugging your legs.

"But I couldn't wait that long, besides I promised Granny I'd be home for dinner this time, I wouldn't have made it if I waited for you to finish." He gave you wide puppy eyes, smiling as you knelt down to wipe his face with your apron.

"I love you, but geez you piss me off," You placed a tender kiss to his forehead, helping him stand up. "Now hurry up, before Lina comes back and catches you."

Eriks smiled, placing several feathery kisses to you face. "Can we do this again tomorrow?"

You shooed him out the door, locking it behind him. Fuck, you felt as if you were babysitting a giant Labrador at times. But you'd be lying if Eriks didn't make your core shiver at the idea of him between your legs, beard scratching against your cunt as he ate you out.

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 2

Pairing: Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: nudity, vague medicine

Red Menace

It took the better part of an hour to drag your new friend to the spring and another good chunk of time to tug him out of his clothes. Wet clothes were a pain in the ass to deal with in the first place, but this guy seemed to be wearing everything in a size too small, which made it worse. The clothes were now laid out in the sun, post-rinse in the spring. After exerting yourself, you felt your stomach cramp. Well... I can't do anything on an empty stomach. Fishing around in your pile of goodies, you felt the strap of the goggles you had found. Shrugging, you threw them over your head. They thumped against your chest, too big to stay on top of your head. Fishing around some more, you found one of the jars. Cracking it open, you gave Blondie a brief once-over to triage the situation. You gave the jar's contents a cautionary sniff. Oh! Spiced peaches. What a treat! Slurping back a few slices straight from the jar, you put your hand on your hip and contemplated the next step. You wiped your mouth on your shoulder before kneeling down.

Luckily, most of Blondie's injuries seemed shallow, but there was a gash in his thigh and he definitely had a head laceration. Idly, you hoped that he didn't have a skull fracture under that lac. The guy had barely twitched or made any indication he was alive. A quick look at his pupils and a cursory cranial groping gave you some relief that it was just a flesh wound. Pressing your knuckles against his sternum and rubbing earned you a grimace and a groan from him. "Hey... there you are, pal. That's great." You patted his chest. There was a sound of tearing fabric as you sacrificed a piece of your shirt to make a rag. Being in saltwater for however long definitely helped keep the wounds clean but the sand from the beach and the dirt that you may or may not have dragged him through were not exactly infection prevention. It didn't take long to clean away the dried blood and grime. Actually, it seemed like he was in better shape than you initially thought, just the two main injuries and a series of random scrapes and bruises. He probably did lose a good bit of blood though, hence his current state. 

You hummed to yourself, pleased with the progress. It was strange. This feeling of giddiness. Certainly, it was because of this shake-up in your miserable island life, but it was an unfamiliar feeling nonetheless. Honestly, you didn't remember the last time you felt even a sliver of hope. How sad. It was a bit preemptive to get excited about anything. What if no one was coming for him? What if they were but they didn't want to help you? What if he died? What if he lived and murdered her? He can fucking try. That made you laugh a little. But you supposed that was really what hope was about in the first place, the potential that something good could happen. At the very least, you could be stuck here together. Maybe he was friendly. He's sure not bad to look at.

With your good eye, you appraised your work. Unfortunately, you didn't have any supplies to properly stitch Blondie up and the rag tied around his wound would have to work until you could make a trip to snag your kit. "Fantastic news, Mini. My memory has been refreshed in the dicknballs department," you mumbled, draping a leaf over him to protect his dignity. "Can you watch him for a minute while I get my things?" You looked expectantly towards a mound of brush. "Come on. Stop ignoring me. I know you're there." Sighing, "Look, I will share my peaches with you. I'm sorry I ate your melon." You stood up to leave. Mini was fairly reliable, except when you made her mad. She would probably still do what you asked this time since she was most likely just as curious about the island's newest inhabitant. His clothes will probably be dry once I get him patched up too. 

It took a little too long for you to notice that the birds had gotten quiet. You were already at a disadvantage, having only one eye, and you could never use observation haki, not to mention you had been fairly pre-occupied. There was a pressure against your throat that dragged you backwards. Your hands reflexively tried to pry the...the goggles? away from your neck. What the fuck? 

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM? KILLER."

The words deafened you. At the same time, the wind was knocked out of you and your feet were no longer touching the ground. Wood scratched the back of your legs. The tightness around your neck increased. Your vision probably would have been doubled for a second if it was physically possible. A few seconds went by before you realized your situation. An ogre held you by the neck against a tree. 

"ARE YOU DEAF? I ASKED A QUESTION."

"If I was deaf, how would I hear you a second time?" You rasped. You may not be used to being happy or giddy, but fighting and being a total asshole was second nature. "I'm- not- a killer." It was the truth in this instance only. It was a mistake to only have one hand on you. He probably didn't expect it. The balls were everyone's disarming go-to. You kicked him as hard as you could straight in the throat. He held you high enough that it was an easy target. Instantly, you hit the floor and assumed a fighting position, removing the goggles around your neck so he couldn't get you however he got you in the first place. 

He was on his hands and knees coughing. Not an ogre, but a sopping wet beast. He must have washed up in a separate place and moved before I got around to it. For the first time, you took in the man before you. You'd seen hundreds of wanted posters. "Oh, what the fuck? You're Eustass 'Captain' Kid." Which means... "Killer"... Blondie is Massacre Soldier Killer. 

Next

[powderblueblood]

They both give me major switch energy. Like I'm fully with you that some days Lacy needs Eddie to dom it up and throw her around a bit, maybe throw in a little spanking because idk that shit's a big stress reliever for me ngl BUT ALSO

Lacy spanking Eddie?? hoooooboy the thoughts i am thinking right now hehe

i let this sit in my inbox for a couple of days because i absolutely needed to let it percolate because. because. because.

BECAUSE!

please enjoy 1.5k unedited words of spanky edlacy smut.

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he's been getting on her nerves all day, let's say that much. corroded coffin have managed, by some small miracle, to score an audition for some battle of the bands thing that lacy is refraining to comment on.

it's not that she doesn't think they'll crush. if it's a competition where noise is the driving factor, of course they will. they'll blow everyone's eardrums out of their skulls.

it's that lacy's neutrality is enough to keep eddie so on edge that he'll have to outperform himself, out of sheer spite. this is how this works. she knows where to push and where to soothe.

what she didn't anticipate is just how goddamn annoying he would be in the run-up, anxious tension getting the better of him and making him boisterous in a way she's finding hard to find charming.

he's been a pest at the bookstore all day, but it's when he purposely de-alphabetizes her bestsellers in order to bait her that...

well, that works.

"jesus christ! alright, fuck this, i'm taking my break. you can explain the mess you just made to ivana when she gets back."

lacy grabs her copy of baby driver by jan kerouac and disappears to the back--the mention of ivana puts eddie hot on her heels. that old bitch makes his blood run cold and she knows it.

"wait, baby--"

"get out of here, this is staff only."

"--please, i'm sorry! i was just dickin' around!"

she pivots on him as they cross the threshold of the break room. dinky, dingy, green-tinged light. misery guts bomb shelter basement shit, one of the only places on the planet that lacy feels completely at peace. you get the idea.

"dicking around?" she says, met with his mocking puppy-dog eyed dimpled half frown, the asshole, the fucking asshole.

"lace. come on. no need to pull priss rank on me," and he leans in, but she dodges around him.

"you wanna dick around?"

eddie's head tilts as she reaches around, twisting the lock on the door behind them. there's a lock on the break room door because the fridge in the break room isn't a fridge, it's a safe and-- you know what, let's get into the machinations of the bookstore at another time.

eddie's lips puff out in a little, "whuh--" as lacy steps up on him. her voice, dropping low, for only the two of them to hear.

"dicking around has consequences, you know."

eddie just blinks his big dark eyes at her. amusement tugs at the corners of his mouth in a way she's just dying to wipe off.

"do you hear me?"

"... yeah?"

"what did i say?"

"dickin' around has consequences."

"uh-huh."

he tuts, eyes rolling and arms crossing at her little tough guy act. he hunches himself down to her level, which she haaaates. "jeez, what are you gonna do, lace? punish m--"

smack! the hardcover of her book meets with his clothed thigh and he jumps. eddie's mouth pops open, a chuckle of disbelief filtering through.

"ow."

lacy lets it hang. lets him register the way she's staring up at him, the way she seems to be seizing the air from the room.

something throbs in eddie's brow. something throbs in eddie's belly.

"ow," he repeats, softer, a hairline crack running through his voice.

"that's nothing," lacy says, "you deserve a lot worse."

"i do?" the words come out wanting.

she nods all slow and his heartrate picks up. he swallows hard, about to speak through a throat that's suddenly incredibly parched--

but lacy turns him around, his body limp and malleable in her hands. eddie faces the dinky formica table, not unlike the kitchen table in both of their trailers. familiar. featured in many of his lacy-related fantasies. but none of them like this.

she shoves him square in the center of the spine and eddie folds in half over the tabletop. it shakes on its spindly chrome legs, squeaking against old linoleum.

his palms brace the surface, his hips curl a touch. he breathes out a little, "uh."

uh for unexpected. uh for the way his brain is fizzing into static between his ears already.

"lights, baby?" he hears lacy breathe from behind him. she's got him.

of course. green. yellow. red. even if eddie had scoffed at safe words once upon a time. but lacy, the more experienced of the two of them, had insisted--she wanted transparency. when they tried things.

'no more hiding behind what we think people want from us. right?'

"right," he nods, noticing a tremble in his forearms. a curiosity pulling deep from his abdomen. "... green."

"oh." eddie's breath catches as he feels the flat of one palm curving over his ass. "so now you wanna pretend like you're good, hm?"

smack! eddie jerks as the hardcover of her book makes contact with his rear. a little groan leaving him. his jeans tightening, and not just from the angle.

with two fingers, lacy taps at the base of his spine. the book in her hand still rests against him--does she feel him lean into it?

"green, green-- i'm good," eddie says and expels another breathy hahh! as the book comes down against him again.

"the fuck you are. behaving the way you do."

eddie's face devolves into an open-mouthed grin, near drooling, as he grips onto the table. the only sounds, for a while, are the sharp snaps of her hands or her book against his ass and his high, appreciative groans.

he wants so badly to look over his shoulder, see her standing over him with that hard line circling her irises and her lips pouted from frustration and exertion. but when he tries, she snaps, "no. you haven't earned that yet."

fuck. fuck. fuck, this is good, why is this good? he is such a filthy freak for wanting this, for loving this, for feeling these pangs of pleasure race through him as he tries not to arch his ass in the air for her.

eddie nearly loses it when he feels lacy's knee separate his legs a little more, the firmness of her thigh coming into contact with his taint and balls, trapped in the constraints of his jeans.

she takes her sweet time reaching around and unbuckling him--it's all he can do not to try and buck into her hand, but it seems an untoward move like that would piss her off, make her stop. and she can't stop. he needs her to keep going.

"finally got a hold of yourself?"

not for long. lacy shoves eddie's jeans and underwear down his thighs and he yelps at the sensation of his cock hitting against the cool chrome trim of the table.

"christ, please, lace--" he whimpers, cheek pressing against the tabletop. he can barely tell if it's him manipulating his hips or her; her hands have melded into his skin, groping the plumpish flesh of his ass like she wants to devour it.

eddie has a thought he's never had before, at least not localized in that area.

i want her mouth.

it doesn't disappear completely when her hand makes a mark against his bared skin, but it fizzes out some. once, twice, thrice, each snap stinging more than the last. eddie can feel the singing outline of lacy's palm on his ass cheek and his mouth attempts a laugh--lands somewhere halfway between that and a moan.

"that's more like it. good boy."

because lacy's hitched her leg over his rear now. he can feel the silky scratch of her tights and the heat of her crotch sitting on him. he throbs, listening to her chastened moan as she grinds down against him. lacy's fingers web into his hair and she hauls his neck up. her other hand reaches to ghost along the swell of his balls. his hot, hardened cock in her grip.

a broken sound of pitiful wanting echoes out of eddie's glistening lips, drool catching in the corners.

yet he still manages to gather himself enough to attempt a grin, because he can see her now. flushed. pupils obliterated. speeding off how fucking hot this is.

god, he loves her.

"ambidextrous?" he breathes, canines showing.

lacy's hand slips around to his throat. a little squeeze. "shut up," but the way she says it feels like a kiss.

eddie's face hits the formica again, the only appropriate response to the way she's handling his cock from behind. that yanking thread of desire is pulled so taut in lacy's hands.

"fuck lace, i need y--i need you to fuck me. i need you, i need you, i need y--... hah-uh, jesus christ--..."

her trigger finger rubs his sputtering head.

"you're doing so well for me, though... all pink-cheeked and pretty for me, huh?"

her other hand smooths over the smarting, reddening, tender skin on his ass.

"such a darling boy."

eddie's knees buckle as he cums in long, violent, messy ropes that splatter against the break room linoleum.

lacy holds him up, keeps him steady. pets his hair until he's ready.

"but i can't fuck you 'til you nail that audition," she whispers. "you're late for practice."

[painsandconfusion]

Off Guard

Whumping the Whumpers - Part Thirty-eight

(tw: electrocution, escape attempt, concussion, torture, death mention, murder mention, plotting murder, handcuffs, stun gun, blood, beating, unintentional self harm (bloody knuckles)) [Previous | Masterpost | Next]

Ethan’s fingers tingled as he walked, flicking them against each other by his side to stave off the sensation as he moved down the hall. 

He didn’t want to be too loud. Not tonight. The light was off in Nate’s room, so the bastard must finally be getting some half decent sleep. No reason to wake him and have the idiot trying to take over the scene. Again.

He shoved open the workshop doors, ignoring the slight grinding whine the hinges gave off - though still subconciously noting to add some kind of oil or whatever the fuck you do with hinges later. As the lights snapped on, the pitiful lump of a man in the middle of the room curled into his chains, a small sound of displeasure coming off of him.

“What, were you sleeping? I’m sorry-” Ethan stepped up to him, almost delicately pressing a foot down onto a dried slurry of blood that gashed over Crawford’s thigh. 

“Hnn-stopstto-”

“Hmm… I dunno, maybe beg a little more and see if it puts me in a good mood?” The edges of his mouth seemed to shift, tugging like curtains pulled by a string on the other side of the room to coax a smile out of him. 

Getting there, at least.

It was an almost completely forgotten sensation. Smiling without meaning to. It pulled an entirely different set of muscles than the simple, polite curve he gave to people he wanted to shut up or leave him alone. Different than the ruse he put on or the sarcastic toothy grin he threw in Nate’s direction in place of a verbal response. This was something different entirely. Like a little parasite had carved up inside his cheek and gnawed at the thin strands of muscle until they tightened like strings of a violin, ready for the steady screech of rosin to truly set them alight.

“Y’mdnr-”

“Hmm~?” Ethan’s foot ground in further, leaning in to see Crawford’s face as the man squished it against the cement. 

Another incoherent slurry of sound pressed from the man’s throat, still curled into a ball around the spot where the shackle lashed him to the ground. 

Ethan rolled his eyes, pushing off the man with a small kicking shove before crouching down and squirming his hand into the knotted ball of a man to grab his jaw. Twist him round. Hear his neck crackle with the fresh movement after nights sleeping on cement.

“Use your words,” he prompted, forefinger alone relenting the grip to taptaptap on Crawford’s jaw.

.PaiN.

Pain.

Ethan knew pain.

Close friends as they were for so many years, it was strange he found himself at a loss for its name when it reared its ugly head once more, overwhelming his mind in a single snap of blank, processing emptiness.

Ethan felt the echoing crack as his head hit the concrete, remnants of what he was finally recognizing as electricity buzzing down his twitching legs.

Some strangled growl ripped up his throat as he tried to right himself enough to grab for the man who was shoving on top of him, but his arms were slow - groggy from sleeplessness, shock and lost, aimless electrons trying to find their way underground. 

He shoved at Crawford only to feel the prongs of the stun gun shoved hard into his collarbone, burning agony through the skin and crackling as if eating through the bone itself as he thrashed to shove the searing pain away.

My name is Ethan Scott. The mantra lit up the back of his skull without prompt or ask. It was just there.

It begged him to fall stoic. To sit still and take it. Be tough. Be a good b-

No.

No-

NO.

My name is Ethan Scott and you cannot break me.

He won’t sit still- he can’t. Taking it isn’t strength right now, taking it is defeat.

Crawford was the one in chains today. 

Ethan’s hands scrabbled for Crawford’s arm, finally knocking the thing off of his flesh with a roaring gasp, shoving the other man off of him as best he could. 

Knuckles snapped against his nose, crunching it back. Some dull part of his mind calculated that that wasn’t even half the force of Crawford’s normal blows, but it locked up his mind anyway, pushing his gaze hazy and blurred as heat snapped across his sinuses and exploded behind his eyes. 

There was blood. He could taste it.

Shoving numbly, he was barely keeping up enough to track the bastard’s fingers knotting into his hair and slamming his head into the ground. Again. Again. Again-

And it stopped.

The weight lifted off of him in a blur of white and charcoal grey, sound muffling to the side. 

Ethan shoved back, hand moving to his face to press against the bleeding and squeeze his eyes shut to will vision to return to him. His head was spinning, like he was about to tip over and crack against the ground again. 

He shoved it back. Forced his eyes open and made them focus on the sounds and movement to his left as he shoved himself up on an elbow to squint at the unknown blur.

It took a moment to process exactly what he was seeing. 

Nate was a cheerful kind of bitch. The asshole whose smirk you could never wipe off. The life of the party. Class clown. Charmer. No matter how many screams he ripped out of Ethan, he did it with a gentle, almost seductive tone, grinning, smirking, or smiling almost fondly. He’d only seen Nate angry the once. When they’d met for the second time. 

But this savage blur in front of Ethan’s bleary eyes had him wondering if he was knocked into a dream. Blood splattered up Nate’s face from the sheer force of his hits as he drove his fist into Crawford’s face again and again, snapping it back and forth against the unforgiving cement. He didn’t even have to pin the man down - the welp on the floor couldn’t do anything but try to throw his arms up in front of the blows, shielding his face. 

Nate didn’t seem to care. He hit them too. Silent yet somehow screaming a rage tha echoed through Ethan’s skull.

Ethan sat there for several long seconds, trying to blink away the mirage in front of him before it slowly sharperned into clarity. It was really happening. 

A dull thought finally graced his addled mind. He’s going to kill him.

Immediately a panic pressed up through Ethan’s veins like acid, snapping him to attention and the closest thing to lucidity his star-studded mind could handle. He shoved up to his knees and flopped forward to tackled Nate off of the man. “St- sstop- STOP!”

Nate shoves at Ethan, trying to throw him off enough to get back to Crawford. Ethan could practically see the red smeared over Nate’s eyes as he shoved the man’s hands away, fogged body easily ignoring the nails slicing blood from his arms in their desperation to return to their proper target.

“NATE STOP.” Ethan finally just grabbed Nate’s face, forcing it toward him. 

Nate’s eyes stayed on Crawford, but he did slow, chest heaving and teeth barred like some kind of animal.

“..that’s enough-!”

Nate tried to shove off the words along with his hands. “He w-”

“I get to kill him. Me. Not you. Me.” 

Nate’s breath stuttered off its ragged rhythm, and his jaw set, lips pinched tight as a glare snapped to Ethan’s eyes at last. 

In a surrendering kind of huff, he shoved Ethan off of him again. This time Ethan let himself roll to the side, lying with shallow, echoing breath on the ground as Nate shoved out the workshop doors at a brisk walk, sticky hand leaving a smear of blood like claw marks over the edge of the door.

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3rd Day of Christmas

A Movie Night with the Winchesters

Summary/Prompt - You plan a festive movie night with the hunters but things take a turn when Sam gets fed up with you and Dean’s playful bickering. 

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader

Christmas Masterlist | Masterlist

Dean comes bustling into the room with a bowl of popcorn in one hand and two beers in the other. “You picked a movie yet?”

You laugh. “Of course. Now hurry up and sit down.”

He chuckles back as he places the popcorn bowl in your lap and sits down on the opposite end of the couch. He pulls your feet into his lap and then twists the caps of both beers. He hands you one and sips the other before rubbing your feet. You press play on Die Hard and Dean sighs.

“This isn’t a Christmas movie!” he argues. 

“It’s set at Christmas, that makes it a Christmas movie!” you rebut.

“You both better shut up or I’m not staying,” Sam says at he enters the Dean Cave. 

“He started it!” You defend.

Sam steals a handful of popcorn and gives you both a warning look. You put you hands up in surrender and fix your eyes on the flat screen TV. Dean pinches your shin teasingly causing you to scowl at him. You wait until he’s watching the movie and then you toss some popcorn at his head. He glares at you.

Sam glares at both of you from his seat. “You too want the room to yourselves or something?”

You quickly shake your head. As Dean says, “Yes.”

“Dean!” you kick him. 

“Alright, I’m leaving,” Sam says while slapping his thighs.

“No, Sam! Wait! I just wanted a night Christmas movie night! Please!”

“Well, tell your boyfriend to keep it in his pants.”

Dean shoots Sam an angry look.

“He’s not my boyfriend! He’s your brother!” You argue, taken aback by Sam’s choice of words. You scrutinise Dean’s body language. You wonder if he had told Sam he had feelings for you. You had a crush on Dean for the longest time but he always goes out to bars on hunts and hooks up with random chicks, only to stumble back into your motel room in the middle of the night and crash on the couch. Eventually, you forced yourself to accept that he just didn’t see you like that. So, you funnelled your crush into being the best, best friend and wing woman you could be and you’re content with that. But now, hearing Sam call him your boyfriend, the crush you tried so hard to bury is starting to simmer up again. 

Bringing yourself back to the situation you notice a look of disappointment on Dean’s face. He finishes his beer and stands up, letting your legs fall off the side of the couch. That look and his actions feel like you’ve just been doused in a bucket of ice water. The tension in the room is palpable. Sam quietly slips out too, leaving you alone on the couch. You stare blankly at the movie still playing in front of you. No longer able to focus on or enjoy your favourite holiday movie, you shut off the TV and take the half-empty bowl of popcorn to the kitchen. Knowing the mood is completely ruined you tip the contents of the bowl in the bin and dump the bowl in the sink. You skull your beer and dump the bottle in the bin too. Then you head down the hall to your room. As you get to Dean’s door you notice his light is still on but it’s quiet inside, so at least you know he’s not breaking stuff. But he’s your best friend, so you know if he’s not breaking stuff then his next go to is stewing in his own emotions beating himself up mentally while listening to rock music way too loud through his headphones, which is so much worse. Physical wounds you can stitch up and wrap in bandages, but invisible ones are so much harder to heal.

You stand outside his door for way too long before finally forcing yourself to knock loudly before cracking the door open. As soon as he notices the door opening he turns away, wiping his face and eyes. 

“Dean?” you say quietly.

“I’m sorry I ruined your movie night. I know how hard you worked to get us a night off hunting.”

You take a step into his room shutting the door behind you. You gather all your courage and ask, “Dean, do you-did you tell Sam you have feelings for me?”

He just shrugs then he gets up gathering his keys from his bedside table. He silently slips on his boots and slips past you. As he turns the door knob he says, “It doesn’t matter. Just forget he said anything.” He opens the door.

“I need you tell me the truth. Do you have feelings for me?”

“Y/N, I said forget it!” he says harshly.

You reach out and grab his wrist but he tugs his arm free storming out, slamming the door behind him. Tears drip down your cheeks, but you force yourself to chase after him. You stop in the garage doorway, finding him leaning against Baby’s hood. 

“If it’s true I don’t want to forget it! I love you, Dean Winchester! I’m done pretending…I’m done pretending these feelings don’t exist…I’m done pretending my heart doesn’t break a little each time you go home with some girl from a bar…Or when you bring a girl back here…Pretending I don’t care when all I want is for you to look at me the way you look at them. So, I’m not gonna do it anymore. I’m putting all my feelings out there and I need you to tell me if you feel the same or not so I know where I stand and I can finally move on once and for all.”

“I don’t,” he says without moving.

You nod slowly and then say, “Look me in the eyes and say it then.” You take a step closer to him. He slowly turns around and crosses his arms across his chest. His eyes are red and full of tears and his cheeks are as wet as yours. You take another step forward wanting nothing more than to pull him into your arms. He finally looks up from the floor and at your face. Your eyes meet and you bite your lip to try and control yourself and stop more tears from flowing.

He takes a deep breath and then says, “I-I don’t…” You open your mouth to argue back but under his breath, he adds, “Deserve you…” 

You look up at the ceiling and suppress a small smirk. Bless you, Sam. You finally close the gap between you. You put your hands on his biceps and lean up to place your lips on his. He doesn’t move to kiss back so you pull back but keep your hands on him. 

“You can’t cheat the mistletoe, Dean.”

He immediately looks up and bites his lip. “Y/N. You’re my best friend. I can’t…”

“You’re my best friend too. We don’t have to figure this all out tonight. At least just come back and finish the movie then. Please.”

He nods defeatledly and lets you lead him back to the Dean Cave. You resume your places on the couch and you turn the TV back on. As the movie plays you rest your feet in Dean’s lap and he’s quick to absentmindedly start massaging them. The feeling causes you to let out a small involuntary moan and relax into the cushions. Dean stops his movements momentarily at the sound but then resumes. He doesn’t chance a glance, knowing how hard it would be to keep himself from giving in and having his way with you. 

Eventually, the overwhelming emotions of the night and the sudden relaxation start to take their toll. Despite your love for the movie, you struggle to keep your eyes open. Rather than fighting it you let them flutter shut. 

Dean stays and sees the movie out, continuing to massage your feet and calves. Once the movie finishes he shuts off the TV and gently picks you up bridal style to carry you to your room. He carefully lays you on your bed and spreads a blanket out on top of you. He places a kiss on your forehead and whispers, “I love you too, Y/N.” He then sneaks out quietly to go to his own room. 

[ryoko-akari]

I wrote this as a drabble a few nights ago and the SaF discord server coaxed me to post it here so a little scene of my headcanon about how Chimera lovebombed Owen early on.

Owen had lost track of the time that had passed, countless surgeries followed by half-concious recoveries certainly had that affect on people, and he was no exception. *Especially not in the sorry state he was in.* But he'd been rescued from that hellhole of a holding cell the Soviets had held him in a while ago now if the steadily diminishing number of bandages on his body was any indication. Regardless though, the pain persisted. A throbbing pain that had settled deep within his bones and pulsed through him in irregular beats. Some days were certainly worse than others, and he was grateful for the lighter days.

*Today however, was not one of those days.* He hadn't even made an attempt to cover up the groan that slipped its way out as he slowly woke back up from another dreamless slumber. Gentle beeping and whirring of machines surrounding him doing nothing to soothe the throbbing deep in his skull, nor the way it pounded through his cracked ribs and thundered through his splintered spine and shattered thighs. The pain echoed through every bone in his body, but those points made their protests louder than anything he'd known prior to his fall.

"Agent Carvour? Everything alright in here?" *Oh right, the nurse.* Owen groaned again, and they rushed through the door into the odd little room he'd been kept in. "Oh dear, another bad day is it?" Owen tried to nod, he really did, but all it did was amplify the drumming in his head and he winced with a loud hiss. "I know you've been adamant about it, but if its bothering you so much let us help you."

*There's the angle.* *"No."* Owen knew how it'd go, it was well researched in his field. The way medications, especially the stronger pain medications they wanted to administer, would make anyone loose lipped faster than a torrential downpour. No, he’d kept his mouth sealed for this long, he was *not* going to risk losing control now. He still didn’t know why this, *Chimera* group had decided he was worth risking a rescue for, what they could possibly be after that he was important enough to pour countless resources into mending his every injury and wound without a single corner cut. There was too much at stake to risk giving them anything until he knew more, and his damned migraine was not helping matters in the slightest.

“I understand your apprehension.” They said it so plainly, so calmly, Owen almost missed it. But they continued regardless if he did or not. “But you’re safe here.” They smiled, Owen more so heard it than saw it, his vision still blurred behind a wall of pain, too much to process anything he saw anyways. “We can make a deal, you don't have to talk, just let me give you something, not a full dose but *something* to help tide you over. You can ask all the questions if you’d like. I will answer whatever you ask to the best of my ability and with every bit of truth I know. I swear it.”

Owen kept his expression neutral, and by neutral that meant knitting his brow in pain as he considered this. There must have been a trap. Some kind of loophole he was too delirious to find that they could exploit, throwing him further into a spiral of muddled thoughts until he was nothing more than slop they could squeeze for whatever they wanted. The Soviets had tried and failed to do it by making his injuries so much worse, barely keeping him on the living side of death's knife-thin edge. Now they would try to do it with substances he had no chance of fighting off in his current stage.

They sighed, not out of frustration, not out of annoyance, not out of confusion, and not out of impatience. They sighed out of *pity,* a remorseful tone that he hadn’t an idea where it’d come from. “So talking scares you huh? Smart, but there's no need for that fear.” Owen stayed absolutely still, waiting to see what they would do. “How about a different deal then, we’ve got a library of all kinds of literary works, pick a title, any title you can think of, and I’ll get it. Let me give you something to take the edge off your agony and I’ll read it to you, no conversation. I’ll even promise to stop you if you try to interrupt with anything.”

*“‘m not a child.”* He mumbled, his own scratchy voice grating on his ears the more he used it.

“You aren’t. I’m simply offering because trying to read anything on your own is only going to make that migraine of yours worse. I’d not even offer at all if it wasn’t important to ensure you don't have an adverse reaction to the first few doses. Don’t need you developing an allergic reaction and making things worse on yourself, after all.”

Owen stayed silent, considering their offer. It wasn’t a terrible option, it scared him to no end but, the ache in his body had grown stronger by the minute, and from their previous encounters this nurse hadn’t given him reason to believe they’d lie to him about his treatments. It unnerved him, sure, but they’d always been truthful with their statements, and kept to the promises they’d made as far as he could tell. It certainly couldn’t *hurt* to give this option a shot (if he was in a better state of mine he might have chuckled at that prospect), and it might bring him that much closer to being able to function as his own person again.

“Alright, um-” He paused, suddenly sheepish at the way his memory evaded him faster than fog at the first sign of morning light, “I seem to have forgotten your name. I’m sorry-”

“Angel.” They smiled, and Owen could just barely focus on the glint of their teeth in his circus mirror vision. “You can call me Angel, everyone does. Now, what would you like to read?”

[sande5098]

If you don't mind Whould you write me a imagine Fanfic Oneshot of about me and Will Halstead pliss? 🥺🥺❤️❤️

In the Rain

Characters: Fem. Reader x Will Halstead

Requested: Yes, by @zaidatorcuatomorgado I really hope you enjoy this🩷

Prompt: "Dance with me and pretend the world doesn't exist."

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, fluff, just will being an absolute sweetheart ♡🥰

word count: 1.1K

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You sat at bar swirling what was left of your whiskey, after a long day at home and an even longer day at work you were ready for the weekend. Praying that no disasters caused a last minute call in to work. Currently, you'd had enough of the world and the dried tear tracks showed that, Timothy, your fiancé had just broken up with you well, ex-fiancé, and now, you didn't have it in yourself to go home. Too many raw emotions and memories. And there was no point in crying over a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream tonight, besides if you found someone else whose bed you could get into, even better.

"Hey can I have 2 of what the woman beside me's drinking" You raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything to the red head as he took the bar stool beside you. Frowning a bit when you had another whiskey neat passed towards you. "Thanks" "you looked like you needed it." he replied easily shrugging his shoulders. "Jez, a ‘no problem’ or ‘you're welcome’ would've been fine" rolling your eyes, you finished off the last of your whiskey before moving on to the one the stranger beside you had so kindly bought you.

"Is everything okay? You look like you're going through something." the redhead asked you. You snorted a little, "Who are you, my therapist?" The man chuckled, "Close enough, I'm a doctor." You nodded at that, half expecting the answer to be some form of healthcare professional. "Y/n L/n" you turned and smiled at him. He done the same. "Will Halstead." "It's nice to meet you doctor Halstead" you purred quietly to him, you could see a tinge of red rising to Will's face, It clashed horribly with his hair but at the same time you thought it looked quite cute. Drinking the last of your whiskey, you saw Will's drink go largely untouched. "You not a fan?" Will gave you a tight smile, "No I'm more of a spirits guy myself do you want it?" He relied easily. Without another word you picked up the drink and drank half of the glass.

"Did you just order what I ordered to try to pick me up." Raising an eyebrow with an amused smirk playing on your lips. "Is it working? Because if it is, that's a yes." You felt a hand slide from your middle spine to your lower spine, sitting on the curve, sending a shiver through your body. "Maybe..." Your left hand reached for his thigh. You felt the strong muscles flex beneath your touch. Making you want to shiver but you refused the urge. You could feel the effect of the past three or four shots on your stomach, you knew your head was clouded but at the same time you couldn’t bring yourself to care much. “What do you want to drink?” Will gave you a curious look, “just a vodka and coke.” You nodded and finished the shot of whiskey and asked the bartender for a shot of vodka and a vodka and coke. You were slightly glad for Will’s hand on the small of your back. You knew that you probably would’ve fell off the stool by now otherwise, and you didn’t feel particularly like ending up in the E.R for a cracked open skull.

"You're wondering what's got me drinking so heavily? My fiancé dumped me." You said, shrugging your shoulders, your eyes drifted away from his sorrowful soft expression, you didn't want people to feel sorry for you. Things like this happened to people all the time, it wasn't worth crying over Timothy anymore. "Im sorry to hear that, you must be taking it quite harshly." he motioned to the drink, "Speaking of, how much have you had to drink in the last hour?” Will asked as you suddenly downed the next shot as soon as it was set in front of you. You squeezed your eyes shut at the taste “about 5 ish now" you shrugged, not really caring. He gave you an 'are you serious look, making you giggle. "Come on, I'll take you home" Will handed his card over to the bartender, telling him to close both of your tabs out before helping you stand up.

As soon as you were on both of your feet the world started spinning around you, you could barely put a foot in front of the other without stumbling. At least Will was there to save you from making a fool of yourself by falling flat on your face, for that you were glad. The dizziness got a little better the longer you stood and you could at least walk without stumbling now in a somewhat decent straight line.

"Ugh it's raining, just amazing." you complained, Will smiled down softly at you, "Come on, It's not that bad right?" Looking up at him you had to pull your gaze away as you felt your cheeks get flushed. "Here, take my coat." The red head said as he placed the coat over your shoulders, the heat from it made you shudder and bury the remainder of your body into the coat which drowned you, reaching halfway down your calfs. "Thanks" you mumbled as you could feel your eyes burning, trying to kid yourself into the fact that the rain managed to get into your eyes and that they were just watering was no use, especially when you tried to hide it.

Will looked down at you as you sneakily tried to wipe your eyes, he captured your chin and tilted your head so your e/c eyes and his light brown eyes met. Using his other hand, he wiped away the remaining tears slowly rolling down your cheeks. "Just dance with me and pretend the world doesn't exist." he whispered, upon recognising the slow dance that could be heard from the jukebox within the bar. "In the rain? You'll get a chill without anything to keep you dry." you laughed lightly as more rain dripped onto your face, except this time it was from Will's hair. "Why not?" He took his hands and placed them on your waist, you moved yours to around his neck and he started to move, guiding your steps.

The traffic of the wet Chicago night really just set the right scene for this, the occasional honk of a car horn in the distance, the muffled, yet beautiful melody playing from the jukebox, even the rain played its part as you apologised yet again for stepping on Will's feet again as he just laughed at you.

As the song came to an end, he brought you to his car to give you that ride that he had offered. He even left his number on your kitchen counter for when you woke up the next morning and you couldn't help but smile at the cute post-it note that contained a phone number and a little smiley face with curly hair.