#it's not that deep / no but the ground is soft and I'm ready to dig etc etc

[liz-on-leash]

Hit us with that muffin top kink ;)

Could have done better with this one but oh well, consider this an exercise for a kink that I just discovered has a term for it, lol.

You spot Natty, strutting her stuff down the hallway, her thick frame barely filling out her skimpy outfit. 

Her flat stomach, barely covered by a cropped top, jiggles slightly as she walks, revealing a hint of what you crave—that soft, plump muffin top. 

You feel your dick twitch with anticipation. This Thai slut is gonna get the fucking of her life.

As she passes by, you grab her by the arm, your fingers digging into her delicate skin. 

Natty lets out a startled squeak, her big eyes widening. "Ugh, what the fuck are you doing?" she hisses, trying to sound tough, but you can see the fear in her trembling body.

"Shut the fuck up, you fat bitch," you growl, tightening your grip until she winces.

Dragging her towards an empty dressing room, you throw her inside and slam the door shut. The room is dimly lit, perfect for what you have planned. 

Natty tries to back away, her eyes darting around for an escape, but there's nowhere to go.

"Please, no, fuck..." she whimpers, her voice shaking. "I-I.. Don't hurt me."

You laugh, a deep, menacing sound. "Oh, I'm gonna hurt you, you fucking tease. Been showing off that hot body on stage, making fans drool over that goddamn waist and those plump thighs. But you know what I want, don't you?"

Natty's eyes flicker down to her midsection, and she swallows hard. "N-no, please..."

Without warning, you deliver a sharp punch to her exposed midriff, the sound of your fist connecting with her soft flesh echoing in the small room. 

"Oof!" she grunts, her body folding over as she clutches her stomach. You've barely warmed up, but already her eyes are watering from the pain.

"That's right, bitch," you snarl, grabbing a handful of her hair and forcing her to look at you. "You're gonna take this punishment like a good bitch.”

Kicking her legs apart, you tower over her, your boots inches from her face. "Check out that fucking muffin top.” You run your hand roughly over her distended belly. "So fucking soft and squishy. Bet it jiggles like a bowl of jelly when I pound your cunt."

Natty whimpers, her face contorting in humiliation and pain. You lean down, your hot breath against her ear. "Gonna mark this pretty delicious body, make it clear who owns this sweet meat."

Your fist connects with her stomach again, and again, each blow leaving a red imprint on her pale skin. She's crying now, snot and tears mixing as she begs for mercy. But you just laugh, spitting in her face.

"Begging isn't gonna save that pretty belly of yours, slut. Gonna punch and kick it until it's black and blue, till you piss yourself.”

You pull back your leg and deliver a brutal kick to her abdomen, the force lifting her off the ground. 

Natty screams, a high-pitched sound that fuels your sick desire. She's writhing on the floor, clutching her stomach, but you're not done yet.

"Scream for me, bitch," you pant, your dick throbbing with excitement. "Feel that pain, feel it deep in your gut. Going to make you hurt so good."

As you stand over her, ready to deliver another blow, you notice a warm wetness spreading between her legs. 

Natty's eyes are squeezed shut, her face contorted in agony. She's pissing herself, just like you wanted.

"You filthy whore," you whisper, your voice hoarse with barely contained lust. "Let it go, let it all out. Feel that shame.” 

You give one last vicious kick, and her body goes limp, her cries turning to whimpers. Her jean shorts are soaked, the smell of urine filling the room. You stand there, catching your breath, admiring your handiwork. 

"Fucking perfect," you mutter, stroking your aching cock through your pants. Natty's soft, abused body lies at your feet.

You're buzzing with excitement, ready to claim this bitch's body and mark it as your territory. You kick off your pants, freeing your rock-hard cock, already leaking pre-cum. 

Natty's eyes go wide as she realizes what's about to happen, her fear-filled gaze locking onto your throbbing member.

Then you rip her shorts, the fabric tearing easily under your strength, exposing her plump, shaved pussy. Her pussy lips are swollen, already wet with her piss. 

You can't resist the urge to touch, so you reach down, smacking a handful of her cunt, squeezing it roughly. Natty lets out a pitiful whine, her body trembling.

"Fucking love it when they're this wet," you grunt, your fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Been dreaming of this tight Thai pussy, just waiting to be fucked raw."

Your other hand goes to her top, tearing the flimsy fabric, baring her ample breasts. Her tits are perfect, big and round, with pink nipples that stand erect from the cool air. 

You slap one breast, then the other, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room. Her back is arching, but you just laugh, enjoying the power you have over her.

"Such pretty tits, shame they gotta get ruined," you say, squeezing and twisting her nipples until they're red and bruised.

Natty's body is a mess of red marks and bruises, her cries filling the room as you continue to abuse her. 

But it's time to take this to the next level. Positioning yourself between her legs, you line up your cock with her pussy, the head pressing against her swollen lips.

"Stay away… Don't rape me..." she begs, her voice vibrate from screaming and pain.

Ignoring her pleas, you thrust forward, penetrating her in one motion. Natty screams, her body convulsing as you fill her tight cunt. Her pussy is hot and wet, gripping your cock, but you don't hold back, pounding into her hard.

"Oh fuck, take it deep, you bitch!" you grunt, gripping her soft waist, the flesh spilling over your fingers. "Feel my big cock in your guts."

With each thrust, you watch her tummy jiggle, the soft flesh rippling with every stroke. The sight drives you wild, and you pound into her harder, your balls slapping against her ass. 

Natty's screams turn to incoherent babbles, her body shaking as another wave of urine escapes, soaking the floor beneath her.

"Keep pissing yourself again," you groan, loving the degradation. "This sweet pussy is mine now, and I'll fuck it till it loosened."

You reach down, gripping her hips, pulling her onto your cock with each thrust, making her meet your vicious pace. 

Natty's eyes are rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream as you violate her. Her body is yours to use.

As you feel your climax building, you quicken your pace, your balls drawing up tight. With a deep thrust, you explode inside her, your cock twitching as you empty your load deep in her abused cunt. 

Natty's body spasms beneath you, her cries turning to whimpers as she comes down from her pain-induced high.

Pulling out, you admire your handiwork, your cock still semi-hard and glistening with cum and pussy juice. You slap your wet dick against her swollen tummy, spreading your seed, making her skin slick and sticky.

[worlds-only-dbgt-enjoyer]

Goku had time to get away from Cell.

He could've teleported back to Gohan handily. But he didn't try to get away, after a time chamber year of thinking he would lose to Cell, after touring places that reminded him of Gohan's early childhood. after not wearing his gi for a long time. after trying to visit Muten Roshi. After finalizing an old promise to Gohan. After literally giving up in his own fight against Cell.

It's absolutely true that letting the nothing-shy-of-insane pacing of DBZ get to you is the single fastest way to ruin the experience- but it lets Goku off unexamined.

I don't think enough people consider that this very much is suicide, just as much as Vegeta vs. Buu- if not more. Goku throws in the towel training wise, says his goodbyes, and very willingly ends his own life. Dragon ball is full of suicide plays- almost every death IS a suicide play- but Goku has been consciously preparing to die for a while, and even though he has enough time to apologize to Kaio-sama, he doesn't try to teleport away again. OR even to just pull back from Cell- he keeps his hand on him despite Cell being immobile.

[monster-disaster]

[incubus] Darian

incubus!Darian x human!Reader Good to know: ass play, oral (f receiving)

Summary: You go to Darian for a massage session.

You can feel the warmth of the ground even through your flip-flops. The bright rays of the sun burn the back of your neck, caressing down on the soft line of your shoulders. The thin layer of sweat on your heated skin shines under the hot globe at the top of the clear blue sky. Even the thin towel around your body seems too much in this weather. Your fingers tighten on the soft fabric to keep it in place while you wait for the door in front of you to open.

Your gaze turns from the small hut to the pools nearby. The gentle ripples of the water glint as the humans and monsters move around in it. You can hear the splashes and laughs.

The plants and exotic, colorful flowers bloom in the heat all over the resort. Their scent mixes with the dryness of the desert. The dunes stand tall in the distance.

Your attention snaps back to the door when you hear it open. The creak is quiet and light. Your gaze meets with a bare chest first before dragging your eyes up to a smiling face. It's mischievous and dangerous. His dark blue lips seem soft around the pearly whites of his teeth. His tongue peaks up for a second as he licks one of his canines. They are pointed but not like the vampires'.

"Hello," you break the silence when you find your voice. His dark eyes crinkle with amusement at the hoarseness of your voice. "Hey," he greets you, stepping back from the door to give you enough space to enter. "You are Amanda, I believe?" "Oh," you gasp, reaching out your hand. "I'm Amanda. It's nice to meet you." "Darian at your service," he says, holding your hand in his much larger one. His touch is warm and firm. His lips are soft as he leans down and kisses the back of your hand.

You thought the small hut would give you protection from the heat, and even though the air is much better here, the presence of the incubus makes it hard for you to breathe. His tall form hovers above you, and your gaze drops on his nipples every now and again. They are pierced. The small silvery bars glint under the dim lights.

"Are you ready then?" He asks, and when you nod, he continues. "You can get comfortable."

He turns his back to you, busying himself with something to give you a moment to relax and settle on the massage table.

You take a deep breath from the air that smells like oils and candles as you drop the towel onto a chair nearby. You are bare and flustered. This is your first time being here, wanting a massage that can escalate quickly. The male hasn't even touched you yet, and you are already moist between your legs.

You lay down on the comfortable but firm table. Your chest presses against the leather, and your arms rest next to you. Your face is in the hole on the headrest.

"Just relax," Darian says after a few seconds. You see his legs when he moves closer. His feet are bare. "And tell me if something hurts or you want to stop." "Okay," you reply, forcing your body to relax.

He starts slowly. His hands are large and clever. He draws small circles on the back of your neck, going down to your shoulders and shoulder blades. His fingers dig into your skin, massaging your muscles and working through your body. Darian traces the line of your spine with his thumb, watching your every reaction.

"Is it good?" He asks even though he already knows your answer. The scent of your arousal is potent in the air. "Yes," you reply, groaning when he reaches a spot.

He isn't in a hurry. By the time he reaches your lower body, you are already relaxed and putty under his hands. You melt into the mattress, enjoying his long fingers gliding over your bare skin. He goes to your legs, working himself up on you from your toes and claves. He massages your muscles, drawing circles and long lines with his fingers. The incubus's palms are warm on your thighs. His thumbs go up on your inner thighs once, twice, three times.

You are excited, and you know he knows. You fidget every now and again, wanting more but not being brave enough to ask for it. The male smiles at your struggle. He can almost feel your pleasure on the tip of his tongue. You are sweet and needy.

"What do you want, Amanda?" He asks, smirking. His hands grope your ass cheeks, almost pulling them apart to see you better. "From the front," he continues, letting his thumb slip over your wet slit. "Or from the back."

A gasp leaves your lips when you feel his finger around your other hole. He draws small circles around it while he waits for your reply. Your legs pull apart automatically to give him more space.

"From the back," you reply breathlessly. Heat burns your cheeks at your answer, but Darian isn't shocked or repulsed by your wants. His eyes are on your hole, licking his lips.

"Good," he hums. "Very good."

He continues to massage you, teasing but never really reaching where you want him most. Long minutes pass by like this while your breathing gets heavier. The incubus feeds on your every moan and groan. He sees the small movements of your hips as you try to stay in place and not push your bottom up to him to take.

"Demanding little thing, aren't you?" He jokes. "Don't hold back, Amanda. Give me everything you can." "Please, Darian," you gasp out. "What do you want?" He asks, his voice coming from much closer than before. His breath is hot on the side of your neck. Goosebumps run through your skin that shines with a thin layer of oil under the dim, relaxing lights when he licks your pulse. His tongue is warm and wet. You can feel the tingling his saliva gives you immediately. It goes straight to your core. The table is probably already messy under you. "I want you to…" you gasp. He starts to go lower on your body. He kisses and licks your back, letting his saliva relax you even more. You tremble and fidget. You want to know how his tongue feels in your holes. "Yes?" He hums. "Do you want me to eat this ass?" He grips your asscheeks, squeezing and jiggling it. "Yes," you gasp. "Please." "I will devour you, do not worry," he promises, moving back to the end of the table to grab your hips and pull you up. Your bottom is in the air while your face is still on the bed. You can smell yourself on the fabric. Your pussy pulses at the familiar scent. "So pretty," he hums, opening up your lips to see your pussy better. You soak the tip of his fingers within a few seconds. "So warm and delicious." "Oh, god," you groan at his words, wiggling in his hold with anticipation. The vulnerability of your position does nothing but spike your arousal higher. You are open and ready in front of his eyes. The thick globes of your bottom shine with the oil he used on you, and your cunt drips, making a mess between your thighs.

You moan when his thumb grazes your puckered hole in circles, groping your cheeks with his other hand. He pulls on the flesh, opening up you more. Your whole body trembles under his touch. His hot breath fans over your pussy, making you pulse and flutter around nothing.

A muffled squeal escapes your tightened throat when you feel his lips closing around your clit. His plump lips are hot and firm around the small bundle of nerves as the male sucks on it. Every nerve in your body focuses on that small spot that makes you go crazy. He flicks his tongue against it, licking up on your slit and gathering your juices on his tongue. "Oh, fuck," you groan when he barely pushes inside your cunt and continues his way up between your cheeks. His fingers dig into your flesh for better access to your asshole. He is warm and wet on your skin. The male soaks you in his saliva until you can feel your tight muscles relax and his tongue dart inside your hole. Your eyes fall shut at the tingling feeling on your pussy and asshole. Just the effect of his saliva would be enough to make you cum, but the incubus demands more from you and your delirious body. He fucks his tongue into your hole, darting in and out until your muscles lose enough under his assault. "You are delicious," Darian groans, intoxicated by the energy that radiates from you in thick, heavy waves. His cock is hard in his white, loose pants. With every moan and scream that leaves your lips, his shaft jerks, leaking precum. "Fuck," you breathe out, panting. "I never want you to stop." Your words are followed by a deep, satisfied chuckle. "You are so sensitive," Darian hums. "Responsive," he adds, pressing his thumb into your hole. Even after his saliva-soaked rimming, you are still tight around his finger. You moan at the feeling of him filling you up. He pushes in and out of you a few times before changing his fingers to reach deeper inside you. You drip onto the bed, your cunt and ass flutter with pleasure. At this point, the sounds leaving your chest are constant noises in the small hut that smells like desire and sex. "The others probably can hear you outside," the male smirks down at you, watching you drooling onto the table. "They can hear you scream as I finger that sweet ass." "Darian!" You scream, shaking. When you almost reach your orgasm, he stops, and you fall back from the edge with a pained cry. "Not yet," he says. "I want to taste your cunt again." Your pussy clenches at his words. "Ohgodyes," you groan. "Please!"

The male's free hand that isn't busy with your asshole finds the wet slit of your cunt. He grazes your sensitive flesh lazily, feeling your plump pussy under his touch. Your clit throbs and aches with need. "So wet," he says. "I just want to drink you up. Slurp up every drop you can give me until I'm full and satisfied." "Ohplease," you gasp, gripping the edges of the table to keep your balance as you push your bottom back to him.

Your hoarse begging is the sweetest sound for his ears as he leans down and shoves his tongue into your pussy immediately. The world spins around you at the overwhelming feeling under Darian's pushes and licks. He fucks your pussy with his tongue, drawing small circles on your clit and still pushing inside your asshole. Your sweat mixes with the oil that you can't smell anymore under the thick scent of your arousal.

Darian devours your pussy while fingering your ass. You open up for him obediently, letting him explore your depths with two thick fingers.

"Don'tstopdon'tstop," you chant desperately, feeling the familiar spasm jerk your body and curling your belly into a tight knot. You shake and twitch as your climax blinds you for long seconds. Your asshole squeezes around his fingers, not wanting to let him go while your pussy gushes into his hungry mouth. Your heart beats in your ears, and your lungs burn for air. Sparks of pleasure burn your whole body as you come down from your high. Darian has to help you to lay back down on the table, still on your stomach.

"Can I write you up for another session?" He asks knowingly. His long fingers trace slow patterns on the back of your head, playing with the sweaty strands of your hair. "Please."

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[too-much-tma-stuff]

Flowers From One Bitch to Another (2.5)

Part 1 | part 2

I'm working on another serious part of my Hyena!Danny AU but @basementqueercock suggested Harley thanking Danny for killing the Joker so while this AU is eating my brain have a little one off.

No warnings apply to this one besides a mention of sex

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All of Gotham was celebrating Joker's death, Red Hood and Hyena organized a street fair in Crime Alley, and Jason had never seen the place, His People, so happy. Hyena was by his side, pressing against him and purring up a storm as they enjoyed the celebration. They knew it was going on all across Gotham too, Jason was having fun imagining the ulcers Bruce was probably developing realizing he was the Only one who thought this was a tragedy. 

Jason has asked about the purring and Danny had admitted to not being entirely human but they hadn't gone into it more then that. There were tons of inhuman things, he could be part demon, or alien, or spirit, or god, or a dozen other things and he would talk about it when he was ready. Jason trusted Danny implicitly at this point, he had earned it, and they loved each other. Danny didn't have to tell him Everything, Jason didn't either, he wasn't ready to talk about the League of Shadows for instance. 

They had been enjoying the festival as well, dancing some to the live music, and constantly having food pushed onto them by just about ever vendor since it was known Danny was the one who killed the Joker. He had brought a bag with him and by the end it was full of trinkets and treats, and there were slightly wilted red flowers in his hair a child had given him. He looked incredibly happy, and Jason couldn't pull his gaze away from Danny.

Danny caught Jason looking at him and, impossibly, brightened even more, snuggling back against him. "Lets go find a place away from cameras and prying eyes to try some of these snacks hm?" Danny suggested, looking up at Jason, who chuckled softly and nodded. One thing he had learned well about Danny in the time they'd been together was the boy could Eat! He was always hungry.

The two of them extricated themselves from the celebrations, saying goodbyes and artfully dodging people who tried to draw them into conversation. They managed to escape and grappled up onto a nearby rooftop, putting a little distance between the festivities and themselves, though not so far they couldn't still hear the music and laughter.

Danny sat down on the ground and leaned against the outer wall so no one could see him and took off his muzzle, he took a deep breath of fresh air and tilted his head up towards the sun. Jason sat down next to him and took his own helmet off and took a deep breath as well. He reached out and cupped Danny's chin, turning his face back towards Jason so could lean in and kiss him. As always Danny submitted, plaint and willing in Jason's hands and under his lips, Danny closed his eyes and gave a soft sound of happiness and pleasure as they shared a long, lingering kiss.

When Jason pulled back Danny still seemed a little vague and blissed out, smiling stupidly at him. Jason chuckled and shook his head at Danny before pulling the bag from Danny's shoulder and digging around for the food in various take out boxes. He found a few beaded necklaces as well and draped them around Danny's neck making him snap out of his daze with a laugh. Jason grinned and used the necklaces to pull Danny in for another kiss.

Danny smiled at him and pulled gently at the white streak in Jason's bangs before beginning to help him set out the food on a blanket Danny must have brought with him. He must have planned this little picnic, he was always pretty far ahead on these things. Jason appreciated that about him, always looking out for people. People seemed to be looking out for them too as Jason looked at the veritable feast people had gifted them. Maybe he should have been more suspicious that it was poisoned but he didn't think any of their people would have, and Danny wouldn't have accepted food from anyone suspicious though, just in case...

"Would you heal from poison the way that you do from physical injuries?" He asked looking over at Danny who cocked his head with a crooked little smile, eyeing Jason.

"I'm immune to most poisons," He said with a little shrug. "But I can taste them. I'll be your taste tester, though I doubt anyone would poison us," He said, picking up some sort of meet kabab and nibbled it considerately, meanwhile Jason found a packaged snack without any signs of tampering and opened that. 

Danny tried a bunch of the prepared foods first and seemed to delight in feeding Jason by hand once he'd determined things were safe. Every now and then Jason took the chance to nibble or lick the tips of Danny's fingers making him giggle and blush. Food quickly became foreplay, feeding each other and occasionally tasting things on each other's lips, especially when they got in to the deserts. With sticky fingers and sugar on their lips it turned into making out, Danny laying on the hard roof and Jason over top of him, feeling the delightful rumbling of Danny's purr as he arched up against Jason. Fucking him while he purred was an experience.

A thump on the rooftop across from them had Jason pushing himself away from Danny and drawing his gun in one smooth motion, pointing it towards the noise while cursing himself for letting his guard down while they were in the open like this! He hesitated when he saw who it was though.

"Harley?" Danny asked worriedly, having scrambled to grab his muzzle and only looking up once it was back on.

"Hey there Sugar," She said giving Danny a tremulous smile, and ignoring Jason entirely. Harley was dressed in a bomber jacket and shorts, because weather didn't matter, she had a messenger bag over her shoulder and kept messing with the strap nervously. Still she looked better the way she had basically ever since calling it quits with the Joker for good. "I hear through the grapevine you were the one that killed the Joker."

"I did, because he hurt my Boo," Danny confirmed, shifting a little closer to Jason. They were both still wary, Harley was unpredictable and she had loved the Joker for a long time. Even if she didn't love him anymore there was a chance there was still some misplaced loyalty lingering in there somewhere.

"Ya, he hurt a lotta people, my Puddin," She said with a little laugh. "Hurt me too, a lot. I've been having a lot of big feelings since he died. I've been pretty damn sad, but I'm also pretty damn relieved. And Pam is thrilled, and that she's happy makes me happy. I brought you some stuff," She said slinging the bag off her shoulder and glanced up at them again, seeing them still tense and wary she rolled her eyes. "Yeesh I'm not gonna hurt you two! You did all of Gotham a favour, and he was never gonna change, I know that."

Danny nodded and wandered over to her, of course she couldn't actually hurt Danny, though they were still trying to keep his abilities under wraps. Jason stayed back with his hand on his gun just in case, though he wasn't pointing it at anyone anymore. "I brought you some flowers, though it looks like someone's already got that covered," She said gesturing to the ones wilting in Danny's hair, making him cackle. She pulled out what looked like more then a dozen roses in different colours and held them out to Danny. "They're from Ivy, they won't wilt, just get them in some water when you get home, if they start to look wilty add a bit of blood to the water. You two still kill enough for that huh?" She laughed too.

"No tricks? No poison?" Jason asked a little warily even as Danny reached for the flowers.

Harley glanced at him and shook her head; "Nope! None of that!" She promised with a cheeky little smile. "I don't think you two need any cuddle pollen either, the way ya were all over each other when I showed up."

Jason didn't have his helmet to hide his blush this time, but at least he wasn't alone, Danny's ears were turning pink as well as Harley cackled at them. "I brought some other stuff too," Harley told them, this time just handing the bag over to Danny. "Since you two seem to be jacking me 'n Puddin's old style. You don' have to keep any of it, throw out anything you don't want but hey, maybe there's a trophy in there, or something that would look good on you," She said elbowing Danny. "You're not that much bigger then me, think your man would like to see you in a corset?" She teased and Danny cackled his Hyena laugh snatching the bag.

"Thanks Harley, maybe we can go to Penguin's club to have a proper celebration some time soon," Red Hood said, finally holstering his gun and moving to wrap an arm around Danny's shoulders. "We can make it a double date."

"Is he even old enough to drink," Harley joked, gesturing to Danny who cackled.

Really neither he Nor Jason were technically old enough to drink, but who gave a shit about that with all the other stuff they'd done?

Part 3

Masterpost

[moonlight-prose]

✧ SWEETENED BREATH AND TONGUE SO MEAN✧

a/n: this has got to be in the top three of my favorite kinktober fics i've written. i don't know what it is about hozier and the early hours of the day, but that shit is godlike. i'm drinking it down like my favorite fucking wine and getting tipsy. joel and religious trauma go hand in hand if you ask me. and that's what this. filthy ass religious trauma from yours truly. enjoy.

day twenty-five: oral fixation | kinktober 2023

summary: "joel couldn’t fathom what you saw in him. a man bloodied with the ravages of life. he’d taken life, killed to survive, and there were times he even fucking enjoyed it. but you were soft. you were the good that remained. the light he shouldn’t be allowed to tarnish."

word count: 1.5k+

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, oral fixation, gratuitous prose of giving joel head, oral (m receiving), spit play, throat bulge, dirty talk, cum play, cum eating, joel has a filthy fucking mouth, religious trauma metaphors courtesy of an english lit degree i've got to use somehow.

He loved your mouth.

The soft supple feel of your lips, the taste of your favorite watermelon gum on your tongue. The heat that seemed to seep directly into him when you kissed him. Shit he even liked the sticky gloss you smeared on every day—the sweetness of it a tang he could never get enough of. He loved how it stuck to his lips. How even after you were gone he still had the feel of it burned into him.

Joel licked at his own lips when you pulled away, chest heaving as you slid to the ground. Your fingers worked the buckle of his belt, teeth digging into your shiny bottom lip and Joel felt the breath in his lungs vanish. Before he could even ask how your day was you’d perched yourself on his lap all pretty and ravishing. Hell before he could even take a breath, your lips had found his. A saccharine moan being pressed into his mouth.

You pulled him free, sucking in a sharp breath at the sight of his cock swollen and dripping for you. Always for you. And it made his eyes drag down to your lips. How they were parted as you took in another deep breath. How they practically begged to wrap around his throbbing cock.

“‘S that what you need?” he asked roughly, pinching your chin to tilt your eyes back to his.

A shaky breath left you, eyes sliding shut as his thumb ran across your bottom lip. You were quick to take it into your mouth. Suck on it like that alone was his cock. Like you’d never get the chance to have him in your mouth again.

“Yeah that’s what you need.” He groaned, feeling the wet heat of you pull him in. You were a fucking siren and he had no choice but to answer your call. “Just need somethin’ to fill that pretty mouth of yours.”

You whined, fluttering your lashes at him. Joel couldn’t think straight. The sight of you kneeling before him, desperate for him. It rocked him to his core every time you reminded him how much you desired him—how much you’d do anything for him.

“Fuck darlin’.” He felt his body jolt when your teeth scraped the skin of his thumb—your lips tugging into a small grin. A sight that had him ready to be the one on his knees.

“I like the taste of you,” you mumbled.

He huffed. “Addicted to it aren’t ya.”

You nodded, hand finally wrapping around his cock. The pure bliss was nearly too much—like a shot of adrenaline through his heart. He hissed through his teeth, thumb hooking into your mouth and opening it wide—showing the spit that was ready to spill free. Joel liked you like this. Messy. Ready to do what he asked of you because for some reason unknown to him…it made you happy.

“Well go on then,” he said softly, letting you go and sliding his wet thumb along your cheek. “Taste me.”

A moan broke free from your lips as you shuffled closer, hand gripping him just the way he’d do it himself. He barely had time to gather himself before your lips were wrapping around his head. Tongue sliding through his slit, gathering the shiny precum that beaded up at the top—ready to drip down if you waited any longer.

He went lax on the couch, head falling back into the cushion, a deep groan reverberating from low in his chest.

God, he loved your mouth.

You were gentle with it at first. Delicately kissing down his length as if he was something to worship. As if getting on your knees for him was your own form of religion. Joel couldn’t fathom what you saw in him. A man bloodied with the ravages of life. He’d taken life, killed to survive, and there were times he even fucking enjoyed it. But you were soft. You were the good that remained. The light he shouldn’t be allowed to tarnish.

Yet even that he enjoyed. The thought of staining you with his darkness—of being the mark on your soul you’d keep forever.

At least then he’d know what the word permanent meant to him again.

You took him further, the wet heat of your mouth causing his mind to go fucking numb. He felt his body shudder, fingers digging into the back of your neck to keep himself grounded. A stunted moan dragged itself up from his chest, mouth dropping open to suck in a deep breath as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You gagged prettily, spit trailing down to the coarse hair at the base of him, and Joel felt like he was in heaven.

“That’s it, sugar,” he said drunkenly. “You can take all of it can’t you?”

Your nails scratching along his denim clad thighs, throat expanding to let more of him in. Joel gasped, his stomach clenching at the sensation. It sent heat shooting up his spine, an aching bliss that was desperate to spill free. You were so fucking good. So beautiful with your mouth stretched wide, tears trailing down your cheeks as you fought to keep yourself still.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he spit, his whole body going stiff.

He slid his hand down, feeling the bulge in your throat and he had to fight back the wave of heat that threatened to drown him. Pulling off you gasped in a breath, hand pumping him quickly, spreading your spit right down to his balls.

“I should take a picture.” Your eyes met his, the glazed fucked out look stealing whatever breath remained in his lungs. “Keep it in my wallet. Right at the front.”

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, a hoarse moan echoing up to his ears.

“Yeah you’d like that darlin’. I’ll let everyone see it. Let em know you’re all fucking mine.”

Your chest heaved, lips parting to take him back in your mouth and Joel could feel the last strands of his control strip away. Sliding back in felt like a home he didn’t know he could have again, a reminder that he was still wanted. You moaned around his length, thighs pressing together, and Joel felt himself give over to the pleasure.

“Shit,” he gritted, digging his fingers into the back of your neck as he spilled right down your throat. A broken shout ripping from his throat.

“Fuckin’ take all of it darlin’.” His hips thrust up into your mouth, causing you to splutter, his cum spilling out slightly and down your throat. “My messy fuckin’ girl. Can’t even handle all my cum. ‘S okay I’ll feed it to you. Make sure you take every drop.”

Letting him go, you watched as the last of his release spilled onto your hand that continued to pump him. Wringing every last bit of pleasure from his body. He arched off the couch slightly, a fractured sound filling the room. It sunk into you like a poison. Delved between your nerves and dragged the need you tried to tamp down up your throat. It clawed at you and you had no choice but to heed to its call.

“Joel,” you whimpered, voice cracked and low.

But just the sound of it grabbed his attention as he came back down. His cum now tracking along your throat. A shiny mess that had his cock twitching in desire. He grinned, eyes glazed over with lust, and dragged his fingers through the mess you made. Until they pressed against your lips.

You took them happily. A soft moan breaking free.

“That mouth,” he mumbled in awe. Your tongue swirled around the digits, the tang of him permanently etched on your tongue.

Every drop that landed on your tastebuds only made your need grow and Joel could see it etched on your face. The desire clear in your body language. You were standing on a thin line, your control nearing its very end. Which is why he pulled his fingers free. A small grin formed on his face when you chased them slightly, eyes fluttering open.

“Don’t worry darlin’.” He cupped your face, smiling softly at your needy expression. “You’ll get em back. Just wanna make you feel good.”

You sighed, breath stuttering. That feeling dug into your chest, screaming for more and Joel was more than happy to give into its wants. He had stained you with his cum, with the destruction he caused. The pain that devoured him whole. Yet now it was your turn to do the same. To fill him with that sweetness that had become his life line.

His reason for being.

“You gonna let me?” he asked softly, drawing you up until those lips that haunted his fucking dreams were mere inches away from his own. He could feel your breath wash across his face, filling him with vitality.

You grinned, fingers clutching at his shirt as you took your rightful place on his lap. A goddess perched on her throne.

“Yes.”

[mintmatcha]

This took me 5ever because my brain still hurts! sorry it sucks!!!

"Can you not smoke right now?"

Zeke pulls an even longer drag, pulling away to let the smoke seep from between his bared teeth. The sidewalk outside his apartment is empty besides you two and a collection of trashcans waiting for the morning. Even without summer heat, the stench is almost papable, hanging in the back of your throat.

"When did you become my fucking mother?" He flicks the butt to the ground and crushes it between his dark heel and the pitted concrete. He jams his hands into his pockets, shoulders hunched like the hackles on a dog, ready to bite.

Time may have sharpened his teeth, but it's done the same to yours.

"If I was your mother-" You pause, picking words you know you'll regret. This was supposed to be peaceful, and yet you're willingly starting a war- "I would have abandoned you years ago."

Zeke scoffs. Not a strong enough reaction to satisfy the worst part of you.

"Oh. sorry-- if I was your mom I would have sent you to military school and then abandoned you, right?"

Zeke looks up at you from over his glasses, eyes narrowed into slits. His jaw flexes, muscles working as he grits and simmers.

"God, you're such a cunt." His voice is tempered- a sign you hit the exposed nerve he never let heal. After a couple of breaths, something that always fuels the fire instead of calming him, the man straightens. "You'd be a shittiest mom."

Zeke grinds his heel into the ashes again. "And I know shitty moms, don't I?"

Usually, you could shrug his insults off, but this one sticks. He doesn't know yet, how all those tests came back positive, how the doctor gave you tiny pictures of the blob that's growing inside you.

You knew sleeping with your ex was a bad idea, you just didn't think the regret would be so physical.

"No, I wouldn't." The crack shocks him more than you.

"Are you fucking crying?" Zeke softens just a bit, more confused than anything else. You're horrified to realize he's right- tears have begun to bubble down your cheeks. You try to hide behind your hands, but the damage is done; he finds your arm, holding you by the crook of your bow as he dips to your height. "Hey, stop. Stop that. What are you doing?"

He takes your hands into his, manhandling your face free so he can see you properly. You forget that he's pretty under that personality, with deep set blue eyes and tussled blonde hair. His beard is no longer pure brown, but dusted with flecks of grey towards his temples. When he looks at you, it still feels like you're 16, talking to a boy that might love you.

"You've gone soft on me, girl," he clicks his teeth, affect still flat.

But you're not 16. You're fifteen years older than that, talking to a man who broken your heart too many times. The thought of him loving you no longer fills you with butterflies, but something heavier, the sinking feeling of lead in your gut.

"Zeke..."

He's hurt you and you've returned the favor, over and over again. Sometimes by accident, most of the time on purpose.

"What's wrong with you? You never cry over this shit." He throws in a shrug, "Why do you care about being a mom all or a sudden?"

Hands still held away from you, its all you can do to sniffle. As he waits, Zeke's face slowly drops as he thinks, paging through micro-expressions.

His eyes widen. He knows.

"Why do you care about being a mom all of a sudden?" he repeats, much more serious than before.

He knows and yet he waits for you to tell him otherwise.

"I'm pregnant."

The news hits him physically. Zeke recoils, dropping your arms to clutch at his hair, palms digging into his temples.

"Shit. Shit, that's-- it's--" He clears his throat. "It's mine?"

He knows you haven't been dating anyone else; the second anyone gets close, Zeke's there, dragging you back into his mess and back into his bed. That's what happened last month. That's how this happened.

"Yeah, it's yours. Unfortunately."

"Don't. Don't play like that right now." Zeke's head snaps to face you, lips curled in disgust. "I'm trying not to lose my fucking mind and I can't have you fucking insulting me-"

A sob you weren't expecting escapes you. The cocktail of hormones and stress has left you brittle, leaving you crumbling in its wake.

"I'm s-s-sorry," you hiccup, clutching at your face again, "I know you hate me-"

"Stop crying," he says, coming back to you. "I didn't say that, stop crying."

"Jesus Christ, it's fine." With a barely there tremble, Zeke wraps his arms around you and sighs. The wool lapel of his coat digs into your nose harder as he pulls you tighter, a semblance of real affect there. "I'm here, it's fine, it's fine. Just calm down."

"I don't know what I'm going to do," you whimper through hiccups and sniffles, wiping your face on his coat.

"Breathe or else you're gonna pass out." Zeke pats your back, stroking up and down in the way he knows you like. "You're being crazy. Is this really the end of the world?"

You scowl into him. "Fu-fuck you, you're such an asshole."

"There's my girl, there's my spitfire." Zeke presses his lips into the crown of your head, surprisingly chaste and sweet. He does it again, then again, arm locked around your shoulders and chin pressed into your forehead. After a long moment of being locked to him, he begins to sway, pressing one leg against yours to force you backwards. The give and take guides you, pushing you towards his place.

The shuffle is awkward and slow, but the man never lets you part from him, even as he struggles with the lock. You try not to let it comfort you, you try not to fall for him again, but his breath against the crown of your head sends chills down your spine.

Maybe he loves you, deep down somewhere.

The apartment is dark, illuminated by flashes and thrums of light. Eren is sprawled on the couch, headset half off of his head. He barely looks up from his game, throwing a nod your way. You nod back and hope the dim hides your tears.

"Oh, hey." The young adult pushes his mic out of this face, "Z, are we still going to order pizza, or-?"

Zeke shoots him a look.

"Alright, I'll fucking order it, damn."

You're quickly ushered back to Zeke'a room. It looks how it always does- clean, if not barren. You're finally let go, Zeke's arm falling away as you shuffle towards the bed. The man is already rummaging through his closet, pulling out the two extra pillows he keeps there for you.

"Lay down." He joins you there, puffing up the down and piling them the way you like. When you don't immediately obey, he gestures towards it, almost urgent, "Come on."

The conversation you need to have dies on your lips. Both of you stand there, the sound of Eren's game permeating through the thin walls. Tears still stain your cheeks, but the hysteria seems to have stopped for now.

"You want to have it, don't you?" Zeke says.

You nod.

"I figured. You always wanted a kid." The blonde flops down on to the mattress and you follow, spread out of what used to be your side. maybe it still is. "Just didn't think it'd be my kid."

"You don't have to be involved, Zeke."

His boots are muddied at the heels, staining the practically pristine comforter with red clay. Your own shoes aren't much better; the laces are undone and soggy, trailing halfway to the floor.

"I'm not a dead beat." His hand finds yours and squeezes. "I'm a shitbag, but I'm not a dead beat. I'll be here."

That doesn't mean anything. There's no plan, no certainty, no promises- but it makes you feel better regardless. Zeke has never been a good man, but he's always been good to you when it mattered the most.

"Do you think it's a boy or a girl?" he says.

"I think it's a genderless blob of cells right now." you reply, "So it probably looks just like you."

He shoots you a look, not unlike the one he gave Eren.

"You can laugh now, but you're going to be irate when our child looks more like me than you."

Zeke'a hand squeezes tighter and you squeeze back.

[abitohoney]

In celebration of "use anon for shy but horny“

What r ur thoughts on AMAB!Sevika… for science. ~~dick science~~ NORMAL SCIENCE 🧪 🧬

Lol. I love you nonny. 🖤 I will say that literally the first thought that came to mind when I saw AMAB!Sevika was breeding kink. Whether or not that's a healthy or normal thought, I don't know. I'm not a psychologist. I'm just a perverted lady on the internet who is down bad for a fictional woman. Anyway, nothing but absolutely filthy thoughts below the cut. This got unsurprisingly kinda lengthy and very, very dirty…

NSFW, MDNI, Explicit

Sevika loves having any part of you touching her cock. Your warm hand wrapped so delightfully tight around her, stroking with the perfect speed and angle because you've tried so hard to learn exactly the way she likes it.

One of her favorite ways though, is you on your knees, ready and willing to take her into your mouth.

Sevika stands before you, admiring how you obediently drop to your knees without her even needing to ask. Her lips tug into a small smirk as you eagerly watch her loosen her belt and unzip her pants.

She pulls out her hardening cock, precum already dripping from the tip. That smug grin of hers pulls higher when you lick your lips hungrily.

"Such a good girl. Waiting so patiently for daddy's cock," she purrs, her human hand gently stroking her length while she caresses your cheek with the backs of her metal fingers.

She likes to tease you with it. Make you wait, or even beg for it.

Won't make you wait too long though, because she's just as eager. Eager to feel those soft lips wrap around her, that warm tongue drag along the length of her, and that wet mouth just swallow her whole.

If you're willing, she'll have you deep throating, taking her entirely.

"Move your hand," Sevika demands, but there's no malice in her words. She won't make you do something you don't want to. But you DO want to do exactly what she's requesting, so you remove the hand you'd had wrapped around the base of her cock to prevent you from taking too much. That hand joins the other to rest against her opposite thigh. Your fingers curl, gripping at the strong muscle beneath, grounding yourself as you carefully take those last inches into your mouth.

Simultaneous sighs fill the otherwise silent bedroom. Hers a deep, pleasure-fueled groan as she feels the tip hit the back of your throat. Yours a muffled, choked sob as you fight back the reflex to gag.

You peer up at Sevika's towering form through your lashes, wet with the tears of your struggle to take all of her. And as several tears finally spill over, your makeup running with it, Sevika's smirk only curls sadistically higher.

"You look so pretty like this, baby" she purrs. And oh does she love how you rub your thighs together at that praise.

She allows you a moment to slide back off and breathe. Her flesh thumb gently wipes the tears away from your burning cheeks. It's contrastingly sweet to how she drags her sharp metal fingers through your hair, the tips sinking deeper and deeper as she pulls you forward. Her restraint threatens to break when your sinfully perfect mouth fully encases her again. She bucks her hips towards the wet heat that envelopes her, the hand at the back of your head holding you in place.

You gag this time, your nails digging into her thighs and decorating her skin in little red crescents. But that little tease of pain doesn’t irritate her. In fact, it drives her crazier, damn near feral with the desire to just fuck your mouth without control.

She slowly slides back out, cock twitching when she notices how drool collects at the corners of your mouth and slowly drips down your chin and neck before disappearing between your cleavage. And it takes so damn much willpower not to just lose it right there when she sees the way your big doe-eyes glisten with tears, and the pure, unadulterated desperation to please her. It's maddening– the intoxicating mix of lust and adoration you feel for her and she for you. Her good girl.

"You're doing such a good job. Taking daddy so well." Her praise comes out low, raspy, and broken by her own overwhelming feelings- both physically and emotionally. She gently strokes your wet cheek again as she adds, "So good for me, baby."

Your soft, muffled mewl at the praise devolves into a choked cry as she bucks toward your face once more.

Even with your mouth full of her, she'll ask if you enjoy sucking her off, if you want her to cum in your mouth. She already knows the answer, but she wants to hear just how badly you want it, wants to see the way you plead with your eyes.

When she does cum in your mouth, she won't let you swallow until she sees it first.

Your knees sting from where they dig into the unforgiving hard floor. Your jaw aches from where your mouth wraps around her cock. Your chest burns from the lack of oxygen. But every bit of it is worth it. All the effort. All the time. All the pain. It's all worth that one moment.

You peer up at Sevika through your lashes. It's difficult, given how your eyes blur with unshed tears, but you continue taking her into your mouth at the pace she set, bound and determined to get her off. With one well timed jerk of her hips and drag of your lips and tongue, she finally gets there.

It's a full body response whenever you use your mouth. Her head rolls back, chest heaving. Her hips stutter and fingers tug delightfully hard at your hair. And then as warmth floods your mouth, her entire body shudders and she releases a deep, broken groan.

It takes her a moment to come down from her high, but when she finally raises her head and peers down at you through half lidded eyes, the corner of her mouth pulls right back into that sexy grin you like so much.

"Show me," she demands hoarsely as she slowly pulls out. She watches, transfixed on your mouth with a sick satisfaction as you stick your tongue out, cum dripping down your chin. Satisfied with seeing her seed filling that pretty mouth of yours, she finally nods.

You swallow it all with a pleased moan and allow her to swipe her thumb up your chin and into your mouth, getting every last drop in there.

"No wasting," she chastises.

"Thank you, daddy," you reply softly.

Your genuine appreciation is enough to have her ready to go again.

She thinks you’re as beautiful as a painting, but she still loves to use you as her canvas, painting any part of your body with her thick white ropes.

Whether you're using your mouth, your hands, or even if she's stroking herself, she'll make sure she pulls back so she can aim to cover some part of your body. Face, tits, stomach– any part of you looks so good like that– claimed as hers. Hell, she'd write her name across your body if she could.

And of course she's absolutely crazy about feeling the wet, tight heat of your cunt wrapped around her, clenching with each stroke of her cock along your walls. Loves that feeling of your walls spasming when she finally drags an orgasm from you. That alone is enough to send her over the edge with you.

Loves watching it too. Seeing how her hardened flesh disappears between your wet, swollen folds. How when she slowly slides back out she’s absolutely coated in your slick, a clear indication of just how bad you want her and how good she makes you feel.

As I said before, I don't doubt for a second she'd have a breeding kink. She just can't wait to fill you with her seed. To have you so willingly bear her children.

Also loves to just stare at it as cum seeps from your pussy after she fills it. Repeatedly. Will just keep fucking you until she's dry.

Sevika's on her third round of fucking you senseless, this time with you on top, straddling her per her request. But at this point you're too fucking spent to even push yourself up anymore. So with metal and flesh hands firmly gripping your waist, she effortlessly lifts you. Her eyes are merely tiny gray rings, pupils dilated with how utterly feral she is at the sight of all your slick and her cum seeping from your swollen cunt.

Her hips lift to meet halfway when she pulls you back down against her.

The noises that echo in the other silent room are obscene as she just pushes it all deeper and deeper with each powerful thrust. You'd be terribly embarrassed if you weren't so drunk on your own pleasure and lust.

Her eyes never leave where your bodies meet, even as she fills you for the final time that night. 

As soon as she recovers, she slowly pulls you off her, eyes widening sadistically at the sight of your thighs and her own just absolutely coated, cum dripping down her still hardened cock.

"Look at the mess you've made, baby," she husks. "I should make you lick all this clean."

[saenity]

— SHOTS FIRED

. ﾟ｡ ₍ 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ₎ ｡ﾟ. an ishigami senku x reader fic

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。synopsis : an unexpected turn of events happened in your arrival at corn city. and it includes someone you love getting shot.

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。warnings : manga spoilers! (ch. 160) , gender neutral reader, mean reader, blood and injuries, arguments, anxiety, angst, violence, guns, established relationship, grammar errors

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。word count : 1.7k

"a sniper! we’ve got a sniper!" ryusui was answered with screams of terror and a panicked crowd. this alerted the sniper residing deep inside the forest with his gun ready to fire. 

"quickly! hide and find some cover!" you shouted to keep the shaken crowd away from danger. looking around, you noticed luna and senku are the ones who haven't took cover to the potential death they might face.

"what are you guys waiting for? hide!" senku immediately went down the ground leaving luna the last one standing up. with an annoyed grunt your were about to pull her down with you to keep her safe when a hard realization struck you.

despite the adrenaline coursing in your system, you noticed her line of sight is looking straight toward the forest as if she was looking directly at someone. it registered you that the enemies' goal is not to spy but to smoke the scientist out.  

looking abruptly towards senku if he's completely out of these sniper's sight, you know the person behind the gun isn't dumb and would later catch on that senku’s the one real scientist. 

no … i must protect him … please not him … 

but it's too late.

before you could start crawling to cover him, the bullet already hit him straight. the sack he's hugging has holes in it and there’s blood coming out his mouth. 

you couldn't breathe… senku has been shot… no… No… NO!

"magma! kinro! carry him inside!" you're shaking but you remind yourself to stay calm. You should be the first person to know how a clouded mind wouldn’t achieve anything. you can hear ryusui reminding everyone to keep it together and take it as an opportunity to strike back at the enemy as they have an idea that the main scientist is down.

"sure you ain't wrong… it might be our chance, but how could we move on from this?" concern and anxiety is evident in the ex-policeman's voice. it didn't help that ginro's statement added up to everyone's anxiety.

"if nothing else, we gotta dig up a grave for senku." it didn't help that ginro's statement added up to everyone's anxiety. but to everyone's surprise, ryusui let out a. lighthearted laugh and looked at senku. "don't bury him just yet!" the familiar scoff of a certain leek caught everyone's attention. 

"heh heh heh, i ain't dead yet dummies” despite his weakened state, senku has enough strength to speak with a blooded face. 

"the fragments passed right through me, nice and clean." panting for air, his face scrunched in discomfort due to the pain of his wounds. his strong facade withers as the pain continues to spread on his body. taiju and francois was quick to provide aid to him to avoid more blood loss.

you took it this time to collect yourself and prepare the basic medical equipment to administer an operation to remove the fragments still inside him. it would be dangerous to keep the fragments inside as it may cause an infection.

francois finished up bandaging senku but there's still a look of worry on the butler's countenance. "i've administered basic first aid… but anything further requires a trained medical professional." the butler themself is aware there's nothing much they can do.

with a soft touch, you placed a hand on francois's shoulder and gave them a reassuring smile. "don't worry, i'm here." you were answered with a hopeful look by not only francois but everyone.

you looked at the remaining people in the power team. "please carry him put inside him inside a clean room. i can't operate him on the floor." with a nod they followed your orders.

as you were about to wash up and prepare for the operation, the voice of the captain called you. ryusui has the look on his face that says 'it's all up to you'. you looked at him with encouragement and proceeded to prepare.

"francois, if you don't mind. would you prepare new clothes for senku? and a basin of water with fresh clean rags."

"as you wish, master y/n" as francois complies with your orders, you went to the room where senku is residing. what shocks you is the sight of an unwanted guest from the enemy's side. she's looking at your boyfriend with tears encasing her eyes, it’s either because of guilt or joy but what you  can decipher is the admiration in her eyes. What’s there to admire when someone got shot?!  you made your presence known accompanied with a glare when both of your eyes met.

luna’s the  one who spoke first between the two of you. “u-uh, I’m a medical student! I would like to provide some help…” is she joking right now? 

with a deadpan look, you scoffed at her that shocked her. “do you think I even have an ounce of will to trust you right now?”  you couldn’t hide your disbelief in your voice. you close the distance between each other and couldn’t control your cool anymore.

“if you think i would let you near with senku, you better think again. you came from the enemy’s side and contributed to their violent plans. you wouldn’t spy on us without a plan right? Answer me luna!” 

“i-i… i’m sorry! you’re right I knew they’re gonna snipe the scientist…” tears are now falling from the young woman’s eyes. it may sound so evil but you don’t feel any guilt at all because of the anger you are feeling right now. you may regret your words later but you need to let all of the stress let out.

you gave luna a smile, “and since you’re so kind to offer help, i hope you can use that kindness to understand why I’m being like this to you, right? because you’re a kind and capable woman, you realize not everyone who is welcome here can easily gain people’s trust.” the heavy sarcasm in your voice.

“so luna, i don’t want see you near around senku until he can walk and speak properly? i don’t want you close to him to avoid any hidden agenda you might have under your sleeves.” with that luna ran off crying. behind you, there was an audience who heard your fight with luna.

this is the first time they saw you lose composure. you were always cool and calm even in the most pressuring times. and seeing you out of character is new to their eyes. you look at them with no emotion in your eyes and gestured to francois to enter. they understand the distress you’re feeling right now as they’ve seen the progress of your relationship with senku.

placing the basin on a table near the bed, francois smiled softly and bowed as they leave the room. leaving you with senku alone.

“aren’t you going to scold me mr. scientist for being mean?” you joked lightly as you unwrap the bandage to clean off the blood at the surroundings of his wounds.

you were answered with a scoff and a soft look. senku knows you hate it when he gets hurt, you never failed to show your concern even before the petrification. when he trips down the stairs a chain of “do you feel any pain?”, “is there discomfort every time you step?”, “should we go to the school nurse?”

it was your second nature to take care of everyone around you and it shows a lot when you chose to take a health allied high school. where the students are being prepared for medical school. you were nurturing and doting, that’s what made senku admire you a lot besides one of the few people who would keep up to his science ramblings. 

seeing you this worried was not new to him, but losing your composure is. When you get this stressed it only means it took a big toll on you. And there’s a heavy feeling on his chest seeing you like this, so lost and in pain but still would do their duty. 

“heh… heh… do your job doctor, i’m completely in your hands.” you proceeded to remove the bullet fragments surely and carefully. With no anesthesia in stone age, you have to be quick to patch senku up. you can feel the phantom pain every hiss and grunt of pain he lets out.

fortunately, it didn’t took a long time to remove the fragments. after stitching and bandaging up, you gave him water to ease his throat. 

“i know you have something important to make us to do, wasting time isn’t good right now, right?” you said. 

“yeah… anytime they can move right now and we should be prepared.” you hummed and stood up. “I’ll let a few people to relay the messages to everyone, make haste okay?” holding his hand and giving him a firm squeeze. 

“you still need to rest…” your softly whispered. you want to cry. and he knows.

squeezing your hand back, you heard him answer you with assurance that he will. you nodded and walked outside his room. everyone was waiting patiently and looked at you with concern. you don’t know if its for you or senku, or could be for the both of you.

“senku has an important message to relay,” you started. “i’ll let a few people inside to avoid his room being crowded, please share to everyone what he needs to say.” you finishes off and immediately left the scene to catch a breath. you can’t be with the crown right now, you want to cry everything out.

this could be the scariest moment of your life. you saw him get shot. and it replays in your mind like a broken record. you didn’t notice the tears that were pouring out of your eyes and the  choked breathes you were letting out. your knees gave out making you fall down the floor. leaning against the wall, your hands covered your face and continued to cry. a much needed cry.

you were engulfed with a hug, a very familiar one. yuzuriha knows how much it breaks you seeing someone you love nearly die. she listened to you let out all of the distress and hoped her hug is enough to let you know you’re not alone. without saying a word you hugged her back with the same intensity. 

as you cry your heart out, you wish no one gets hurt the same way again. If only you could catch the bullets that threaten to kill the people you love…

[eepystars]

Carmel Chocolates

Summary: Reader experiences sensory issues which soon stumbles into an overload. The team does everything to help as the reader regresses further.

Fandom: Haikyuu

Characters: Karasuno team

Pronouns: You, ungendered terms but implied male reader

Age: 3-5

Nickname(s): Little One, Bubs/Bubas, Baby

Catagory: Angst to Fluff

Type: Small Fic

a/n: age regression is not a kink. it is a state when a person mentally reverts to a child. all of my fics will involve the au where age regression is known and accepted. I will also be using my own experience with sensory overload to write this fic, so if there are things that you do not relate to 100% im sorry :(

Also this is not proofread, so if you find mistakes please let me know :3

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Everything was too loud. The sounds of volleyballs hitting the gym floor, the boys yelling and screaming, and the coach correcting everyone. It was too much. You tried to calm down, focusing on your breathing as you looked around. It was too bright. The white overheads and the sun glaring through the window was making your head hurt. Your breathing got a little faster as you tried to ground yourself. Your nails dig into your palms as you try not to look so frazzled. As you went into a deeper state of panic, the voices got louder and the lights brighter, only helping to worsen the situation. With your panicked state, you didn't realize the worried stare of Yachi. It was getting to be overwhelming.

Eventually you decided enough was enough and ran out of the gym as quickly as you can. The sun only made everything worse. Your footsteps were ponding against the pavement-- you didn't even know where you were going. The tears finally flowed from your eyes as you stumbled onto the ground. You couldn't catch your breath, harsh whimpers escaping as you tried. You were sobbing now, breaking down in who knows where. The tears escaping your eyes came out so fast you didn't even realize the shoes in front of you. The figure, blurry from your tears, crouched down to your spot on the floor. Cool hands brushed the tears away and covered your ears from the sounds around you.

You didn't know whose hands they were-- more focused on the cooling touch and the blockage of sounds. It was getting a little better, however the sun was still glaring into your eyes. You were still crying, but, slowly, you started to stop. Eventually, your vision cleared up enough to finally be able to see. It was Suga, which made a lot of sense. "'m sorry.." you mumbled to him. It was embarrassing to react like that in front of your team. He only gave you a gentle smile in return.

"It's ok, little one. No need to cry anymore," he hushed. His tone was gentle, no ounce of malice. "You're ok, little one."

You let out a couple of sniffles and nodded. "T'ank you," you mumbled, giving him a shy smile. You were feeling better knowing he didn't mind. "Let's get you back to the gym, alright? I'm sure the rest would love to know you're alright," he said with a smile while rubbing at your hair. He waited a little, watching your cautious expression as you thought of an answer. "Okay!" you told him cheerily. Maybe the others would be quieter after you're back! His smile brightened as he helped you up. You had some scraps from the fall, but you weren't bleeding. "Hold my hand, bubs, we wouldn't want you to fall again." He reached his hand out and waited for you to hold it. You nodded and held his hand, letting him lead the way back.

By this point, you were pretty deep into your regression, and Suga knew. His gentle coos, soft touches, and bright smiles told you everything. The fuzz was taking over as you watched your steps. You were too engrossed in watching your footprints behind you to realize you finally made it to the gym until Suga stopped walking. "We're here bubs. You ready to see them?" He turned towards you as he asked, looking for any sort of rejection. You give him a simple nod. "Ready!" you smiled. "Alright little one, let's go inside. He held your hand as you both went inside, helping you over the edge.

You blinked, letting your eyes adjust to the dimmed lights in the gym. You soon realized that there was little to no sound-- no squeaking of shoes, no balls smacking the floors, and even the lights were lowered. You looked around to find everyone staring at you. The stares made you feel a little flustered which made you want to hide behind Suga... so you did. You heard him laugh after you hid, making you flush a little. "It's ok, little one. They won't judge," he said. You just whined, not really wanting to face them.

Then, footsteps were heard, coming in your direction. You peak out, seeing a majority of the team coming your way, all with smiles on their faces. Daichi reached you first. "Hey there little one," he said just above a whisper, "Do you feel any better?" He was smiling so gently at you. It made you feel all warm and safe, so you responded. "Mhm... feel better but I fell." You showed him your scraps. "Oh bubs," another voice rang out, "we should get that cleaned up, hm?" You turned to face him, Yamaguchi, and shook your head. "It's gonna hurt! A lot!"

Yamaguchi let out a small laugh and walked a little closer. "Is it ok to see them a little closer, little one?" You thought about it for a moment. "Mmmk..." You hold your hands out, letting him see the brunt of the damage. "Awe, looks like they're just scraps! Let me see your knees now, ok?" he looked at you, speaking in a low tone. You nodded and left your place behind Suga. Yamaguchi inspects your bruised knees, noting the small bits of blood. "Does it hurt, bubs?" he asks. "A little- doesn't hurt anymore," you spoke.

"Well, little one, we do have to clean this up. Right Suga?" He gave a small glance to a nodding Sugawara. "But bubs, it's gonna hurt a little. Can you be brave and let us clean it up?" Yamaguchi asks; you assume he was going to clean up your wounds. You puff up your chest in confidence. "I am brave! So brave!" you say loudly. There were a few laughs that followed after and you let Yamaguchi lead you to Yachi. She was holding a first aid kit and you saw her opening it. "Look!" Yamaguchi pointed. "There's Spiderman bandaids!" You gasped, "Spiderman! I love Spiderman!" You giggled a little, happy that you got to wear Spiderman bandaids.

"Let's get you cleaned up now, hm?" Yachi said quietly. "We wouldn't want your owies to get worse." She started working on cleaning your wounds, starting with your hands. They didn't hurt, as they were not too deep. "All clean, see? Now we're gonna move to your knees. I need you to be the bravest you can, ok?" Yachi was comforting with her shy smile and gentle tone. "Mhm! The bravest!" You gave her a big smile-- one she returned. You started to play with Yamaguchi's hand to distract you as she cleaned. It hurt. Really bad. You let out a couple of whines and pulled your leg away a little. "You've gotta be brave, remember?" Yamaguchi hummed. "The bravest you've ever been!" You let out another whine, "I am the bravest!" You gave Yachi access to your knees once more and play with Yamaguchi's hands again.

She finished in record time, plastering the Spiderman Bandaids onto your knee. "You were so brave! Just like Spiderman!" Yachi says with a big smile. You smile back, happy for it to finally be over. "Any more owies?" Yachi asked, inspecting your form to see if they missed anything. "Nuh uh- no more," you responded. She nodded and packed up her supplies. While she was packing them up, Yamaguchi led you to the rest of the team, who was quietly observing while cleaning the gym up-- they had decided to end practice a little early, with approval from the coach.

"Are you doing ok, little one?" Asahi askes. You nodded, shy again once facing your team. You move so you were behind Yamaguchi and buried your head into his shirt. "Awe! So shy!" Nishinoya said. "Bro, the baby is cute!" You whined at this and flushed, not used to compliments. They cooed at this, finding your behavior adorable. Soon, more of your team members were complimenting you: Suga, Ennoshita, Tanaka, even Tsukishima! You just flushed a little more at the attention. Yamaguchi was chuckling at your reactions, leading you to his side so he could play with your hair.

Everything was ok now, you were getting attention from your team members, talking about everything, playing with them, and even jumpscaring them! You were feeling a lot better, the only thing on your mind being the love you were receiving from your team.

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First actual post! I'm so sorry for not actually making a fic but I was doing really bad mentally and couldn't find the motivation! But now that schools over, i can write, as i feel so much better :3:3

[briar-ffxiv]

FFXIV Write #04 - Reticent

FFXIV Write 2024 Master Post

Prompt #4 - Reticent

Note: Little cameo of Haurchefant as I'm trying to write a bit more of Briar as my personal WoL.

Trigger Warning: There is an animal death, but not graphic or drawn out!

The Coerthan wolf snarled, foaming jaws spread to expose dripping fangs. Wiry muscle bunched under mangy fur a moment before it launched its gaunt frame into the air, long claws reaching out.

Haurchefant brought up his shield, digging into the snowy ground to brace as he readied his sword. For a moment, he looked into the wolf's mad eyes, setting his jaw for the impact of the beast crashing into him.

The impact never came.

An arrow hissed through the air, slamming into the wolf. The barbed arrow sank deep into the animal's side, piercing its lungs and heart, and knocking it to the side. The wolf gave a ragged yelp as it was struck, crashing to the ground. It thrashed a moment before going still, eyes blank and staring.

Haurchefant stared a moment before turning his head to see the archer. His heart skipped a beat to know that it was Briar. The Shroudborn half-Elezen stared at the wolf for another moment, green eyes sharp before he looked up. Briar's intense expression softened as he smiled at Haurchefant. Briar walked toward him, red-gold hair tossed by the icy winds. He rested a hand on Haurchefant's arm and looked up at him for a moment before moving past to the aid of the other Fortemps knights dealing with the diseased wolves. Haurchefant watched him go, chest tight for a moment before he shook his head and rallied his men. There were more pressing matters to focus on at the moment.

Later that evening, the small group of knights and Briar were back in Camp Dragonhead. The skins, teeth, and claws of the dead wolves had been gathered to be used as they could, but the rest was burned to hopefully prevent the spread of whatever disease had driven the beasts mad. The group had no injuries other than a few scrapes and bruises that were easily handled by the chirurgeons. In all a successful mission to defend the camp.

Once he'd tended to his men and sent the report, Haurchefant had gone to check on Briar. Technically, the half-Elezen wasn't his responsibility, of course, but…

Haurchefant wanted to see him.

As both an excuse and an offering, he'd stopped by the kitchen to grab a few mugs of hot chocolate. When he'd mentioned to the cook who it was for, they were been kind enough to even put a dollop of whipped cream on it. The redhead was known to have a bit of a sweet tooth.

So now Haurchefant stood before the door of Briar's inn room. It was foolish that he could face dragons without hesitation, but gathering the courage to knock took a minute. But he did and a moment later, Briar's soft voice was heard. "Come in, please!"

When Haurchefant opened the door, he smiled but then froze for several long heartbeats. Briar had clearly just finished washing up. The shirt he was wearing seemed to be borrowed from someone taller and wider so the cream-coloured wool had slipped down, giving the Ishgardian a glimpse of a sleek, freckled shoulder marked with an old scar. The scar looked like a burn and he wondered where it had come from. And for a moment, he let himself imagine what it might feel like under his fingers.

Even more distracting than the glimpse of rounded shoulder and soft nape was the fact that Briar's hair was down. Haurchefant had never seen it down before. Still damp and curly, it gleamed in the firelight in thick strawberry-blond locks that fell just below Briar's shoulders. It reminded Haurchefant of rose gold but looked soft enough to bury his fingers in. He had the urge to tuck it behind that charming little pointed ear that was peeking through the unruly mess.

Innocent of the effect, he was having, Briar smiled at Haurchefant, a towel between his hands that he had been using to rub the water from his hair. Those lovely green eyes looked up at him and that sweet smile showed. "Good evenin', Lord Haurchefant," Briar said softly.

The Ishgardian looked down, tongue-tied with the things he wished to give voice to. He had given hints, of course, but Briar had neither reciprocated nor rejected Haurchefant. It ate at him not to know one way or the other. He questioned sometimes if it was simply Briar's inexperience that caused the misunderstanding or if ignoring was a gentle refusal. All Haurchefant had to do was ask, he was sure. Briar Redfeather was nothing if not an honest man.

But Haurchefant could not. Not tonight at least. So instead, he smiled tenderly at the Shroudborn, offering a mug. "I thought you might like something to chase away the chill, my friend."

Briar brightened, setting down the towel to reach for the hot chocolate. "Thank you!" He glanced at the fire and smiled. "Would you like to keep me company for a little while? If you have the time."

There were always at least a dozen things in Camp Dragonhead that needed his attention at any given moment, but tonight, Haurchefant Greystone simply smiled in return. "It would be my pleasure, my friend," he murmured, moving to join Briar beside the fire.

[ru-fiction]

Unknown Territory: Five x Fem Reader

Chapter 3: Run Boy Run

Five is aged up here.

Five Hargreeves

You

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Vanya Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Pogo

Grace

Comic Cha Cha - C.C.

Comic Hazel - C.H.

Cha Cha

Hazel

Everyone else is in white.

Grace starts the record player, a weatherman's voice reverberated throughout the room. Grace grabs a little bell and starts ringing it, soft chimes gaining the attention of the children.

All of them came to the dining hall one by one standing behind a chair waiting for their father to present himself.

Hargreeves finally makes his way into the room and gives them permission to sit.

Allison and Luther make eyes at each other as the rest of the kids start to dig into their meals. All of them except Five however whom was currently glaring daggers at his so called father. Ben pulls out a book to read Klaus was doing something secretive.

Five picks up his knife and stabs it into the table gaining everyone's attention including Hargreeves though he refused to look at him.

"Number Five."

"I have a question."

Five states with an annoyed smile on his face. He hated when Reginald did that it was like he saw them as less than.

"Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during meal times. You are interrupting Herr Carlson."

Five's frowns.

"I want to time travel."

"No."

"But I'm ready. I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said."

Five stands from his seat. Hargreeves still refuses to look at him which causes Five to glare at him before teleporting at his side.

"See?"

Five was starting to get upset. Why couldn't he acknowledge that he was getting better. Aren't parents supposed to encourage their kids?

"A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel."

Five looked at his siblings but they were all ignoring the fit he was throwing.

"One is like sliding along ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn."

Five sighs to himself.

"Well, I don't get it."

"Hence the reason you're not ready."

Five glances at his siblings again this time they were all looking at him. Vanya shook her head at him signaling for him to stop. It only angered him because he didn't think they believed in him.

"I'm not afraid."

"Fear is not the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable."

Hargreeves finally looks at him, there as a fierce glare and deep frown on his face.

"Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore."

Five looked at him with eyes full of resentment, there was a look of contempt on his face.

Five glares at the ground as Hargreeves turns his attention back to his plate. Five walks out of the dining hall catching everyone's attention.

"Number Five! You haven't been excused."

Five ignored his statement and headed outside.

"Come back here!"

Five walks the streets with a determined look on his face. Who cares if his family didn't believe in him. He was going to show them. Show him. That he was ready. If Hargreeves wasn't going to show him how to time travel, he'll do it himself.

Five begins to run holding his hands out in front of him. His hands begin to shine a bright blue color and as he spreads his hands apart the trees that were once lifeless now had blossoming flowers and bright green leaves.

Five looks behind him and smiles, there were more people outside now and different stands, new restaurants.

"Not ready, my ass."

Now more confident he jumps again. This time snow filled the ground, the air was cold and frigid. There were few were people on the streets and now buildings were put on lease.

He jumps one last time and what he sees shocks him.

Everything was destroyed, buildings were either torn down to debris or on fire. There was no one walking around that he could see. The air was fogged from all the smoke, it was hard to breathe.

He looked around in panic, this was not what he had expected when he decided to jump. This couldn't be the future, how could the world go to shit so fast...

He turned to run, heading home to find his siblings only to come to the hard truth of his home being burned down. It was hard to believe that this happened, where was everyone?

"Vanya! Ben! Dad! Anyone!"

He was scared. He had to warn them what was about to happen.

He balled his fist ready to jump but nothing happened, his hands weren't glowing. He tried again and again but still nothing.

"Come on!"

He was starting to get frustrated with himself. He should be able to do this no problem, he did it before. He got here just fine, he should be able to jump back.

But his body refused, it wouldn't let him and he had to come to terms with the fact that his father was right.

"Shit!"

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"Wow out one prison and into another."

You shake your head in disbelief, Five shrugs relishing in the feel of your hand playing with his brown locks as his head laid in your lap.

"Dolores makes it bearable."

"What about me?"

Five smiles at you teasingly.

"I could do without you."

You gave him a faux look of annoyance and pushed him off your lap causing him to laugh.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Come back."

Five reaches out for you still laughing.

"Cuddle up with your doll."

Five groans still reaching for you.

"She's not as warm as you."

You roll your eyes when Five wrapped his arms around you and placed his face in your stomach.

"What am I gonna do with you?"

"Oh please, you know you love me."

He had no idea.

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Five was currently walking the streets late at night after leaving Vanya's apartment. He was currently pissed off right now. He didn't know if it was because he no longer looked his age but his siblings were not taking anything he said seriously.

It didn't matter though because whether they were helping or not, Five was going to stop the apocalypse, He had to.

With his mind focused on one thing and one thing only he didn't notice the blue light that shined behind his back.

You watched as the figure walked further and further into the darkness in case it had been one of those people Five had warned you to watchout for at night. When the figure is a safe distance away from you; you stand from the ground and start to dust yourself off.

"Okay Five, where are you?"

You started to look around at your surroundings. You didn't know where you were supposed to go, it's been awhile since you've been here and it's even more different now that there were actual buildings around. You were used to seeing tons of merpeople back home but it was a relief to see actual people on the deserted land you came to know, up until now the only people you've interacted with had been Five, some of your ex coworkers at the commission and people that you either had to kill or were on the brink of death, all isolated conditions. Sure you didn't talk to the figure but it was a nice change.

You let out a yawn, slowly rubbing your tired eyes, you were exhausted after today. Finding Five would have to wait and with your tracker now out of your system you actually felt safe enough to get some rest.

With that in mind you went on a search to find a nice place to sleep however unbeknownst to you, there was someone else looming in the shadows waiting for the right moment to strike.

You had ended up finding some type of motel. You realized that you didn't have any money on you but the staff was nice enough to cut a deal with you for the night. The guy had directed you to a small room, it wasn't very nice looking and it didn't have conditioning but you were happy with it regardless.

You moved one of the dressers near the door seeing as they put you in a room with no lock, you took a cold bath before checking the window and finally heading to bed.

Outside of the Motel, a taxi pulled up and out stepped two of the four assassins sent to take care of you and Five. A man and woman dressed in blue suits. Hazel and ChaCha.

The two walked into the building and spoke with the staff. The man hands them a key card.

"Room 225."

The two of them look at the man confused. Or ChaCha did Hazel looked around disinterested.

"Where's the other room?"

The other room happened to be the broken down room he had ended up giving to you. He didn't want to admit it so he lied.

"Um... Only one room was booked."

Hazel sighs and whispers to himself.

"Dammit I'm sick of this cost-cutting bullshit."

"Just tell me there's two beds."

ChaCha says firmly.

"Yes Ma'am. Real firm."

ChaCha was not amused.

"How long will you be staying with us?"

"Just the one night. I believe there's a package waiting for us."

The guy nods at her and goes to grab it. He comes back with a box addressed to them. ChaCha grabs the box while Hazel grabs the key card and they go about their day.

Not too far from the motel was an abandoned laboratory, It was dark and dusty, the owner clearly hadn't been there in years. The whirl of machinery started to sound and soon multiple different red lights started to fill the room.

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Griddy's was surrounded by different cop cars, there was caution tape surrounding the building and faint drops of blood on the ground. Agnes sat in one of the booths, she was still shaken up about the events that transpired.

One of the cops who went by the name Detective Patch walked around the building shocked by the amount of bodies.

"This is a once in a blue moon type situation, I'd say."

"I'm inclined to agree."

Her boss sighed.

"Same gun on every vic, all M4s. All the castings are .223s."

She informs him of the findings.

"Know what I think? I think these idiots all shot each other."

She said confidently, her boss added to the statement.

"And stabbed. One in the throat."

He shivered.

"One in the eye, and this guy got his neck snapped."

He falls joining her on the ground to inspect the body.

"All quick and efficient kills."

"These are definitely professionals. Dumb, but professionals. Any witnesses?"

"Yes, one."

He points at Anges. Patch walks up to the woman wanting to ask her about what happened.

"It was a slow night. It was quiet. My last two customers were this.. older guy and— and his kid."

Patch nods.

"The guy had a dough— No, that's not right. The guy had an éclair, and the kid had— had coffee. I went-- I went into the back room... To just get some more change. Then I heard his truck start up. They drove away."

Anges recounts remembering the gun shots.

"I heard shots."

She remembered jumping under the desk, cowering until the guns stopped.

"By the time I got back in here. Everyone was..."

She couldn't say it, she wanted to cry.

"Was you know."

"Was there anyone else in the shop?"

Patch asked gently. Agnes shook her head.

"I'm sorry, not to be rude, 'cause you seem super sweet, but..."

She pauses remembering the brunette man who was dressed in dark clothing and a green jacket that came earlier that night.

"do I have to go through all this again?"

Patch was confused.

"Again?"

"Well I already told the other detective everything."

Patch made an annoyed look, she knew who it was but she had to ask anyway.

"What other detective?"

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Diego walks out from the back of the building. He sighs when he sees all the police outside of his exit door.

"Shit. Hang on, let me—"

He tried to talk but Patch wasn't having any of it and tases him. She cuffs him and berates him as she walks him towards the front of the store. Diego tries to flirt to get under her skin and she ends up taking his walkie and everything else important that he had besides his mask.

"That you can keep."

"You used to like that."

"Not anymore."

"Where's Lupo?"

"Not here."

"Can I talk to him?"

"Nope."

Diego sighs.

"By the way, this thing might look like a botched robbery, but my gut's telling me something else is going on here."

Patch rolls her eyes.

"Look, the waitress, she mentioned that Ishmael's Tow Truck guy. Maybe they saw something."

"You're not police, Diego, remember?"

"Yeah, I know."

He says sarcastically as she puts him in the back of the police car.

"Do you? Because you show up and act like you can be a part of this, and you can't, not anymore."

She says to him closing the door, sometimes she felt like she was a mother scolding a child when it came to him.

"I'm good at this. You know I can help you. Ask Lupo."

"I know you give me agita. And I do not need... I do not want your help. And I'll make sure the boss talks to Lupo."

Diego glares at her, he was frustrated. His whole life, taught to fight crime and people act like he can't even do that.

Patch walks off as a crowd of people look at the commotion at Griddy's, Hazel and ChaCha being apart of the crowd. ChaCha was silently judging the agents that were burnt to a crisp outside of the building.

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You woke up to the sound of the soft chirping of the birds, their little song reminding you of Tigger. Though you couldn't hear him then, his dancing told you he was.

You smiled as you listened to their song wanting to join in with them. You finally stand up to get ready for the day.

You looked at yourself in the mirror there was a small splatter of blood on your suit, faint enough at night but not quite in the day. You took it off and started to wash your face. While washing your face you had the urge to drink from the sink, you hadn't had water in a while and you needed it in your system to be able to use your powers, C.H. and C.C. was currently after you and you had no idea where they were. You never know when you need to turn into a mermaid (less likely) or blow out someone's eardrums.

After mulling over your options you decided it's better safe than sorry and drunk from the sink. Your skin was starting to gain some color and you felt way better.

After that you walked out and had a chat with the staff member from the night before. You waved at him as you left.

"See you later, I will have your money by then. Thank you."

You walked out and smiled as the sun beamed down on your skin, you used to have a bad relationship with the sun. Being alone on a deserted land, crawling around with a heavy tail while being dried out will do that. But over the years it's become a solace, after meeting The Handler everything had become dark but the sun was always there shining bright and you had begun to admire it.

It was nice to see the sky, it was just as blue as the ocean. You hadn't gotten to see it like this before. The air was filled with smoke around the time you came on land, it polluted the sky and other times you were too occupied to notice it when taking care of business.

There was nature, birds, trees, people, lots of people not the lifeless corpses you've come to see across your many years on land.

This was what your mom saw, the way she described the human world before she...

You let out a deep sigh. As you were walking past a park, a terrorized scream filled the air.

And just like that, you were reminded that the human world was in fact not like the stories your mother told you.

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[vikingstoner69]

Hiii I am here from AO4 😎

Can you do a fic for Eric Northman or Godric cus I have an obsession, just watched the show and went straight to tumblr and ao4…

(Maybe newly turned reader, new to the whole vampire thing 😌)

Fandom: True Blood

Pairing: Godric/Reader

Auther note: OMG i'm so very sorry this took so very long to do this. I really hipe this is what you were wanting I gave it my very best shot.

You rush into the house not paying the other vampires and humans any mind you were here for only one reason, Godric. You pass Eric and he gives you a grin as you pass him. You open the door and find Godric in the middle of the room shirtless, his hair damp from his shower. Without a second thought you rush to him and wrap your arms around his neck and cling to him, his arms holding you tightly.

"I was so worried! I thought I lost you! Please don't ever scare me like that. I love you way too much to lose you!" You sob and you tense when you realize what you just said. Godric pulls back and gives you a soft smile before he strokes your face. You feel your heartbeat pick at his soft touch.

"Even after everything I have done?" He asks softly, you smile and look up at him.

"Godric, I have been with you for 800 years. I was there for quite a bit and lets not forget the things I have done Godric" you say honestly Godric sighs and shakes his head softly. He softly traces the stone around your neck, his hand traces up your throat and into your hair and he pulls your face closer to his.

"Would you walk the night with me? Forever?" He asks softly, you feel your stomach flip and you feel a heat spread throughout your body.

"Yes godric" you whisper, Godric kisses you softly at first. You moan softly as he deepened the kiss. You kiss him back just as deeply, your hands tangle in his hair and he groans, making you shiver. His lips travel to your neck making you moan. Godric pulls away from you and deeply in your eyes.

"I have only turned two people in 2,000 years on this earth but I will turn you if that is what you wish" he says, you look in his eyes deeply his hold on you firm against him. You stroked his face softly, your fingers stroked his body lip before you lean up your lips ghosting his.

"I'm yours Godric and always" you say softly kissing him deeply his fingers going into your hair.

"Eric has everything ready, come the sun will be up soon" he says grabbing your hand and you smile following him out of his room and out back under a weeping willow tree. Eric stood beside the deep grave that had a bit of soft bedding. Godric gets in and then helps you down. You bite your lip as you take a seat on the soft blanket.

"I'm a little nervous" you say softly and godric smile as he takes his spot next to you.

"It will be alright, I promise" he says softly as he moves you to lay down so he is now hovering over you. You look up at him and give him a smile as his fangs come down with a (click) you reach up and stroke his face lightly before you breed your throat to him.

"I'm ready" you Whisper, you gasp and moan softly as his fangs sink into your neck and he drinks from you deeply. The more he drank the weaker you felt and you knew you would pass out soon. Your body goes limp and he pulls back and cuts his neck open then his hand slips behind your head and he pulls you to his neck. You suck deeply at the wound on his neck drinking down his blood with a moan as your body gets heavy.

"Rest little one" he says softly laying down behind you as he wraps his arms around you.

"Sweet dreams" you barely hear as you go unconscious as Eric buries you both before going to ground himself.

You feel panic as you open your eyes and see nothing but blackness and you start digging your way out of the grave and finally your head breaks free and you blink away the dirt. You felt your head throb as all types of smells hit you full force and finally you opened your eyes. You look around and gasp as you look around you, everything was so clear.

“How do you feel?” you hear his smooth voice from behind you and you look over at him. Godric stood a few feet away from you still dirty from the ground.

“I feel amazing!” you smile and rush into him kocking him back a bit and his hands grap your waist to stedy you.

“Careful love” he chuckles, his eyes never leaving your smiling face. You were so happy and felt so free.

“Ops, sorry.” you laugh, your body felt so alive like a live wire. Your fangs drop and you reach up and touch them softly your finger poked the end and you moan at the taste of your blood and your fangs ache.

“Come, let's get cleaned up and then you shall feed '' Godric says and you felt a strong urge to bite him. You shake the feeling away and follow godric and you blink at the brightness of the lights in the house and finally into the bathroom.

“Why do I feel like this?” you ask softly, your body felt like it was on fire and you reach out for Godirc and he stopped gathering the things you would need for your shower. You bring your body closer to his and you moan as his scent fills your nose. Odd he never had a sent before. His hand gose to your hip and the other to your check.

“Your body is adjusting, everything is more heightened now, you will get control of it soon" he smiles softly and you bite your lip. His touch was scorching your skin and you wanted to feel more of it. You run your hand up his arm up to his shoulder and get as close to him as you can. You look into his eyes seeing so many more colors than you could before. You lean up and kiss him and he kisses you back and you moan.

"Please" you moan, you were not sure what you were asking for but you needed something and you just knew Godric would be able to give you what you need. Godric’s hand strokes your face before he kisses you deeply and you moan, clinging to him. You whine as your fangs drop and they ache and you felt the strong urge to bite him.

“Go ahead, bite me” he say’s huskily, you get closer to his neck and kiss his throat softly before you sink your fangs into his neck, his blood filling your mouth and he groans as you drink deeply his hands roam your body. You grind your hips into his feeling a whole different type of ache.

"Fuck me Godric, an this time don't be gentle" you say in his ear before you bite the lob and he snarls and throws you against the wall his body molding to yours as you both rip each other's clothes off lost in this animalistic lust.

Godric picks you up, making you wrap your legs around him, his hold bruising tight and you want more. You kiss him deeply and moan as his bed sheets hit your back and your hips cradled his hips. Godric's lips trail down to your neck and he sucks a mark into your skin, his lips travel down your body. His eyes lock with yours as he sinks his fangs into your groin and you cry out your hands tug at his hair. Your hips thrust up when he rubs your clit roughly fucking you with his fingers.

"You're drenched for me" he says before sucking your clit into his mouth. You cry out your body felt like a live wire and he was burning you up with each touch.

"Godric please!" You cry out grinding down on his face as you feel so close to cumming and you whine when he pulls back kissing and biting up your body.

"Patience little one, I will give you what you need soon" he grins down at you, his eyes blown with lust. You lean up and kiss him deeply, nipping his lip drawing blood. He growls and slowly enters you and you both moan.

"Oh fuck Godric!" You cry out at the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. Godric groans and starts a fast hard pass making the bed slam into the wall, your nails leaving blood masks down his back and he kisses you deeply.

"Mine" he growls pounding into you at inhumane speeds. The sudden drop to the floor does not stop either of you as you both get closer to the edge.

"I'm so close! Oh fuck Godric!" You cry out your fangs ache as you reach your peak and cum hard your fangs sink into his skin and you moan as his blood fills your mouth. You cry out your fangs leaving his neck as he sinks his into your neck as he fills you full of his cum. Godric pants as you both slowly come down from the high.

"Are you alright little one?" He asks, you open your eyes and smile up at him before leaning up and kissing him slowly and deep.

"I'm great Godric" you smile and he grins before he strokes your face and lays on his back. You roll over and lay your head on his chest and enjoy his touch.

"Things will change now" he says softly and you look up at him, his eyes having a far off look.

"Yes, but I think its for the better" you smile and he grins down at you.

"Yes, for the better"

[pe0ple3ater]

Can we tell I'm not good at actually asking things? Yeah, I know, well here's another mini fic for you. (Please feel free to expand on the overstim if you want)

Etoiles had been with Roier plenty of times. One thing always led to another and then they were grinding on each other while blood dripped on their faces from the other since they'd fought moments before. He was used to it being rough, shoving the other on the ground, and tasting blood as they shoved their tongues down each other's throats.

He'd been with Roier plenty of times, and enough times for Roier to catch on to what he liked. Which was why after cumming in his pants after a fight won. (He was on top of roier this time, the blood dripping out of his nose from a well timed punch. He had to say that Roier looked good flushed red and blood on his face.) Roiers head was tilted back, still trying to chase friction. He could feel the hard on still between them, and then he was being moved.

Roier had always been strong, pushing Etoiles back, slamming him into the floor below them causing him to groan as Roier was now on top of him. He would've said something yet Roier ground down, not even on his thigh, on his dick, sending gasps of pleasure through his system. It hurt, he wasn't usually ready to go again immediately but the pains were causing some of the pleasure and he began to moan again as Roier continued to grind down, holding an arm at Etoiles throat as if to keep him down, threatening to choke him.

Then Roier was groaning, grinding on Etoiles dick as his hips shook with pleasure, cumming in his pants the same way that Etoiles did. At this point they were used to it almost never managing to get out of their clothes before shit happened. He whined as Roier managed to move his hips so that he was no longer sitting on etoiles dick. He was half-hard again already despite it with Roier ruthless attempts to cum himself.

Roier kept one hand on his neck, extending his more Spider like hands to pin Etoiles hands to the ground while another unbuttoned his pants. Roier leaned forward as his hand wrapped around Etoiles dick in his pants, causing him to jerk up and whine. He'd mouth off and taunt normally but the stinging pain of overstimulation while growing hard again and chasing pleasure was one he loved.

Roiers mouth was right next to his head as he started to jerk his hand over Etoiles cock, causing it to grow as he got harder.

Roiers voice was deep as he whispered right into Etoiles ear, "I've noticed something. You're a slut for pain, Etoiles. I want to see how many times you can cum right here, right now, under me." Roiers hand on his neck, squeezed, causing him to weakly let out a feeble cry.

Although not in fear, but in excitement as Roiers threats of delicious pain, pushed him closer to the edge just from saying what they would do. Roiers hand wrapped completely around his dick and when he played with the slit at the top, digging his nail in he came once again with a cry, gasping as Roier let up on his neck. He twitched around as Roier let him pause before he felt a hand start to jerk him off again, moaning feebly at the pain.

Roier bit at his neck, causing an soft explosion of pleasureable pain, "Get comfortable bebou, you're gonna be here a while."

And the threat of cumming over and over got Etoiles dick to twitch to life again in Roiers hand despite the wiggling to get away from the burning sensation if overstimulation. He could feel the smile against his neck. This was the best fucking experience of his life.

- ⚔️ anon (I think we can tell that I like writing frottage at this point lol)

You have to have am account here right. THIS WAS SO GOOD!!!! I love frottage also, like with my whole heart. In my head Etoiles doesn't like penatrative sex so frottage and oral is how it works. THIS IS SO GOOD RAAGG I'm hard. I'm thinking about this forever.

[chamerionwrites]

Certain sections of fandom really are full of people who will write multi-paragraph essays dissecting 1.5 seconds of dubiously shippy eye contact between their faves, and then scream DUDE IT'S NOT THAT DEEP 😡 if you dare to say "LOL that worldbuilding detail accidentally implied something kinda fucked up." It's so funny? Like I do get that people sometimes do this in really bad faith ways, and I fully sympathize with that frustration, but it is verging on self-satire to cultivate and celebrate a culture of gleeful the-ground-is-soft-and-I'm-ready-to-dig overanalysis of tiny details only to get mad when someone aims their analysis in a direction you don't enjoy. It's both or neither, buddy. You can't accuse people who don't swallow a narrative exactly as it's served to them of having no media literacy when rule #1 of media literacy is that what a text is stating is not the sum total of what the text is saying

[godsfavdarling]

17 friends & flames

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Spencer and Brittany meet up with some friends after some hot sexy time!

list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3, my masterlist

warnings: smut (no condom), pregnancy scare?

words: 2,2k

He wanted to worship her, and he found himself in the perfect position to do so. With his face nestled in the crook of her neck, he breathed her in, savoring her scent.

Slowly, he sank himself inside of her, marveling at how good she felt. She was so wet, so ready, that he wanted to climax right then and there, even though he wasn't halfway inside of her yet.

Her moans of pleasure only fueled his desire.

Taking his time, he continued to ease himself into her, relishing every sensation and every sound that escaped her lips. He delighted in the slow pace, wanting to savor every moment of their intimacy.

"You're so wet," he groaned into her ear, his voice thick with desire. Though he wished he could see her face more clearly, the position they were in was too comfortable to abandon. Besides, the new angle seemed to bring her undeniable pleasure, as evidenced by her whimpering.

Her hands gripped the headboard as he held her waist, their bodies pressed together as they moved in unison. 

Her back was pressed against his chest. Both on their knees, their bodies melded seamlessly, every movement driving them closer to the edge of ecstasy.

As she relinquished her grip on the headboard, she leaned further into him, seeking solace and support in his embrace. His arm around her waist provided a reassuring anchor, grounding her as they soared together in the tapestry of passion.

"Please rub my clit," she uttered, her voice a breathy whisper filled with longing.

Her bold request took him by surprise, but he eagerly complied.

Without a word, he moved his hand down between her thighs, his fingers finding her sensitive bundle of nerves. With deliberate motions, he began to rub, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

She arched her back, pressing herself against him as he held her close.

Gasping and grasping at each other's bodies, they lost themselves in the pleasure of their union. She released her hold on the headboard, instead squeezing his arm around her waist, holding on to him.

He continued thrusting inside her, his movements becoming more urgent as they both neared the peak of their passion. 

Her soft whimper and the way she clung to his arms only fueled his desire further. He welcomed the sensation of her nails digging into his skin.

As she moaned his name, he responded by picking up the pace, his movements becoming more frenzied. He could feel her tightening around him, her arousal reaching its peak. Her gasps and whimpers spurred him on, driving him to push her closer to the brink of release.

"Spencer..." Her voice was filled with longing as she moved her hips in sync with his, her body trembling with anticipation. "I'm close... I-I'm close," she whimpered, her back arching in pleasure.

"I'm close too," he admitted, his voice husky with desire.

The sensation of her firm, round ass pressed against him was sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

With each deep thrust, he felt her cries of pleasure reverberating through him, driving him to push himself further. She was trembling against him, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her essence staining the sheets beneath them.

His hand resumed its gentle ministrations on her clit, drawing out even more cries of pleasure from her as he continued to drive into her relentlessly. Placing his other hand on her stomach, he steadied her, ensuring she stayed in place.

As the pleasure built to an overwhelming crescendo, he felt her trembling thighs and rapid breaths, mirroring his own arousal.

 With a groan, he confessed, "I'm... so close." She nodded in agreement, her whimpers blending with his own as they approached the pinnacle of their desire. "Cum with me," he urged, his voice thick with need.

With a gasp, she cried out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure washed over her, her body tensing and releasing in a cascade of sensations. He followed suit, his own release crashing over him as they clung to each other, their bodies entwined in the aftermath..

Reluctantly, he withdrew from her, eliciting a soft whine of protest from her lips. She felt his cum leaking down her thigh.

He gathered her into his arms, guiding her to lie beside him as he held her close.

With gentle caresses, he stroked her hair and traced the contours of her face, peppering her skin with tender kisses. In a hushed voice, he whispered sweet declarations of love into her ear. "I love you so much, Brittany," he murmured, his words a testament to the depth of his affection.

As he caressed her hair and traced his lips along every exposed inch of her skin, she melted into his touch, her body still humming with sensitivity from their intense lovemaking. With a contented sigh, she whispered back, "I love you too."

His smile widened at her words, and he leaned in to capture her lips in a tender kiss. They lingered in each other's embrace, savoring the intimacy.

Reality intruded upon their cocoon of affection as he gently reminded her, "We have to get going."

She nodded reluctantly.

"Right," she agreed softly, intertwining her fingers with his.

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As they stepped into the dimly lit bar, the soft glow of the neon signs casting an ethereal aura around her, she exuded an air of confidence that demanded attention. 

Brittany spotted Luke, Derek, and Garcia at a table near the back, their faces already lit up with anticipation. 

They  made their way over, her black chiffon ruffle blouse billowing slightly with each step.

“Hey everyone!” Spencer exclaimed.

"Hey, guys!" Brittany greeted with a grin as she slid into the booth opposite them. "Ready to lose at some billiards?"

Derek's eyes lit up as he caught sight of Brittany, a charming grin spreading across his face.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with her presence," Derek teased, his voice dripping with playful flirtation. "I hope you're ready to lose at the pool, sweetheart."

“I never lose”

Derek flashed his trademark smirk. "Careful, Brittany," he teased, leaning back in his chair. "You might be a tough competitor, but I've got some serious skills."

Luke chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, we'll see about that. I've been practicing my trick shots."

Brittany raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eye. "Bring it on, boys. I didn't come here to play nice."

As the game commenced, Brittany's skills quickly became apparent. With each precise shot, she effortlessly sank ball after ball, leaving Luke and Derek staring at her in awe.

"Damn, girl, where did you learn to play like that?" Luke exclaimed, admiration evident in his voice.

Brittany shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk playing on her lips. "Just a little something I picked up along the way," she quipped, reveling in her victory.

Meanwhile, Garcia sidled up to Spencer at the bar, her eyes flicking between him and Brittany with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"So, Dr. Reid, spill the tea," Garcia began, her tone laced with intrigue. "How are things with you and Brittany? She seems like she could crack skulls with a single glance."

Spencer chuckled softly, his gaze flickering over to where Brittany was lining up her shot. "Yeah, she's definitely got that aura about her," he admitted, a hint of pride in his voice. "But trust me, she's a big softie underneath all that."

Garcia raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Really? Well, color me impressed. I mean, she's got you wrapped around her finger, so she must be something special."

Spencer's lips twitched into a smile. "Yeah, she's... something else," he agreed, his tone tinged with affection.

As the game progressed, Brittany's competitive streak shone through, her skillful shots earning admiration and respect from Luke, Derek, and even Garcia, who couldn't help but cheer her on from the sidelines.

Brittany took her shot, sinking the ball effortlessly into the pocket and Derek and Luke exchanged impressed glances. "Nice shot," Derek complimented, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "You've got some serious skills, Brittany."

Brittany smirked, leaning casually against the pool table. "Thanks, boys," she replied with a wink, twirling the cue stick between her fingers. "You guys aren’t that bad yourself”

Derek chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Well thank you!" he conceded, "How are you and Spencer? You two seem to be doing alright..."

Brittany's expression softened, a fond smile touching her lips as she thought of Spencer. "He's amazing, but you already know that," she replied, her tone sincere.

Luke raised an eyebrow, "Sounds like you've got it bad for him," he teased, nudging Derek with his elbow.

Brittany shrugged nonchalantly, feigning indifference. "Maybe I do," she admitted with a playful smirk, "but that's for me to know and for Spencer to find out."

Derek and Luke exchanged knowing glances, silently acknowledging Brittany's coy response. 

Brittany's eyes scanned the crowded bar until they settled on Spencer, who was engaged in conversation with Garcia at the far end. A warm smile spread across her face as she watched him, feeling a rush of affection wash over her.

Their eyes met across the room, and Spencer's face lit up with a brilliant smile in response to hers. 

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Lawrence leaned back in his chair, sipping on his coffee, his eyes dancing with curiosity. "So, spill the tea, B. How's it going with you and Spencer?"

Brittany smiled, swirling her spoon in her cereal bowl. "It's good, Lawrence. Really good."

He raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Oh, come on, B! You can't just give me the basics. I need details!"

Brittany chuckled, knowing Lawrence wouldn't let up until he got what he wanted. "Fine, fine. Things are great, okay? He's sweet, attentive, all that jazz."

Lawrence leaned forward, his interest piqued. "But what about the bedroom, girl? That's where the real magic happens. How's nerdy, dorky Spencer between the sheets?"

She felt her cheeks flush at the question. She and Lawrence had always been open about discussing their love lives, but this felt different. "Lawrence, come on. Can't we talk about something else?"

But Lawrence wasn't easily deterred. "Nuh-uh, girl. You know the rules. No secrets between us. Spill it!"

Brittany sighed, knowing she wouldn't be able to dodge the question. "Okay, okay. He's... he's amazing, okay? Happy now?"

Lawrence's eyes widened in excitement. "Ooh, spill the deets, girl! I wanna know everything!"

Brittany laughed, shaking her head. 

Lawrence leaned forward eagerly, his eyes wide with excitement. "Oh my god! You're in love, aren't you?"

Brittany's cheeks flushed, a shy smile spreading across her face like a delicate sunrise peeking over the horizon. "Okay… Let's not..."

Lawrence, the epitome of melodrama, gasped dramatically, his hand instinctively finding its way to his heart as if to quell its rapid beating. "Stop it right now! Brittany Reed, the queen of sass and independence, is in love?"

"Maybe… yes. I don't know." Her voice wavered slightly, betraying the nerves bubbling beneath her confident facade. "I told him that."

"You told him you love him?" Lawrence's eyes widened with intrigue, mirroring the spark of curiosity dancing in his expression.

"Yeah… 'cause I do." A blush painted her cheeks with the gentle brushstrokes of embarrassment. "And he loves me too… Yeah, I really like him. A lot. I... I love him."

The softening of Lawrence's gaze spoke volumes, the tenderness in his eyes a silent acknowledgment of the profound depth of emotion swirling within Brittany's heart. "Wow, that's insane."

"I know." Her voice held a mixture of wonder and disbelief, as if she were still coming to terms with the revelation herself.

Lawrence's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his features a canvas of incredulity. "Wait a minute, B. Last time you were in love was…?"

Brittany's smile faltered, a fleeting shadow casting a momentary veil over her features. "I don't really want to talk about it, Lawrence," she murmured, her tone tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

"But B, the last time you were in love was like... what, 20 years ago?" Lawrence persisted, his curiosity undeterred by Brittany's reluctance.

"Yeah, something like that," she admitted quietly, her gaze momentarily drifting away as if lost in the distant echoes of memories long past.

"That’s crazy... you're in love…"

"I am." Her voice, though soft, held a quiet conviction, a steadfast affirmation of the profound emotions coursing through her soul.

As they continued their conversation, Brittany's stomach began to churn uneasily. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, a wave of nausea washing over her. Lawrence noticed her sudden change in demeanor.

"Hey, you alright, B?" he asked, concern etched in his voice.

Brittany forced a weak smile, trying to brush off the sensation. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... not feeling too well all of a sudden."

Lawrence leaned in closer, his expression growing more worried. "Do you need anything? Water, maybe?"

Brittany shook her head. "No, I think I just need a moment," she murmured, her hand resting lightly on her stomach.

"Brittany, are you sure you're okay?" Lawrence asked, his brow furrowed with worry.

She tried to muster a reassuring smile, but it faltered under the weight of her nausea. "I don't know... I've been feeling sick for a while now, and it's getting worse."

Lawrence's eyes widened in realization, a spark of excitement lighting up his features. "Oh my God, I think I know what's going on," he exclaimed, barely able to contain his fear.

Brittany's stomach churned at the implication of his words. "Please don't say it," she whispered, her voice strained with dread. "I think I'm going to be sick."

 "Okay, okay, let's not jump to conclusions," he said soothingly, moving closer to her. "Just take deep breaths, and I'll get you some water."

Brittany nodded weakly, her head spinning with a whirlwind of emotions. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing as Lawrence hurried to fetch a glass of water. 

Deep down, a nagging fear lingered in her mind, one that she wasn't quite ready to confront.

[hollowsart]

-casually drops this-

She spoke fast, not having much time this close to him as the actuators were fighting back. The mechanical tentacles whipping about in a fit as Otto gripped his head tight, fingers and nails digging harshly into his scalp. A tentacle snapping and curling around her wrist to pull her hand away from him, but she was stubborn. Using her other hand she tucked it under his arms and behind his head, a gentle caress followed by her voice sounding softer.

"Otto-- Otto I need you to look at me--"

"Otto, look at me-- It's okay! I'm here! I need--" cut off as an actuator bound itself around her middle almost painfully, and it began to tug, yet still she continued and fought against it to try and stick close to him a little longer "--I need you. We all need you. Please, I know it's hard to believe, but please, please listen to me--" her hand slides back around, thumb brushing gently to his tear stained cheek as his hands finally dropped in surprise to look at her.

"I'm not gonna give up trying to help you! You're more important than you think, than you've been told to believe, but it's true! And I will stick around as long as I need to have you believe it!

I love you, please.."

Giving him a smile despite the panic she felt, the pain in her heart as she saw his own pained and sobbing face stare back at her. His eyes locked on, watching and sensing as the arm gripped harder and yanked her away. Eyes growing wider as his thoughts finally caught up to him. Expression changing as soon as she was too far to reach with his own arms.. he was afraid.

She was going to be thrown, she was too high, her panic set in full, hoping to stick to and hold the arm, though she knew it was futile. The arm merely went higher and higher, winding back to ready itself for a violent toss. Her heart pounding and blood racing in her ears, she closed her eyes and did her best to brace herself for the inevitable.

The arm, in one rough motion, swung itself down, hard enough to give whiplash to any normal being. The wind whipping past her, sharp against her face and ears--

And then it stopped.

No impact.

No release.

The limb was entirely still.

She opened her eyes and slowly unfurled her body from around the mechanical limb. Legs hanging limp as she looked around, taking deep breaths to calm herself. She turned her head down toward Otto's direction in a mix of confusion and surprise.

He had his hands back up to his head, but this time they covered his ears. His expression was scrunched and stressed, eyes held shut as he focused his thoughts back through the chip at the back of his neck. He was fighting the circuitry to gain control again.. and it worked. The limbs were frozen in time before finally starting to lower the two and retract back into the harness as far as they could go.

As soon as his feet touched the ground again he, too, opened his eyes and looked around, lowering his arms once more to his sides. Catching sight of Acedia safely on the ground again, he began to rush toward her. She did the same, meeting him halfway between and colliding into a hug. Lifting her firmly into his real arms was an act returned with soft pats to his back, a hand rubbing at his shoulders in a soothing manner while the other held the back of his head once more.

No words needed to be said as they shared in this moment of relief.