#its okay now their farther away from me than they used to be

[willow-moon-23]

Let's go for a ride

Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader

Word Count: 1304

Aaron and I walk out of the elevator and into the parking garage. I stopped by my motorcycle and looked over at him. “Have you ridden a motorcycle before?”

He looked at me then at the bike. “I have. A long time ago. Why do you ask?”

I shrug, tilting my head to the side. “Curious.” I put my helmet on, watching Aaron take his keys out of his pocket. I open my visor. “Do you wanna go for a ride?”

He looked at me with his brow furrowed. “Right now?”

“I could follow you to your place so you don’t leave your car here if you want.” I give him a polite smile. He seems to ponder my invitation. Before nodding with an alright. “Perfect. I’ll meet you at yours.” I was quick to smoothly mount my bike and start it. Aaron nods and walks to his car. Once he was in and started his car, I head out of the garage towards his house. He pulls up next to me at the light. I open my visor again when I see him roll his window down.

“Do you have a spare helmet?” He asks.

“Actually I do, but it's at my apartment.” I vaguely motion toward my place.

“Go get it then come to mine. I should be ready by the time you get there.” He glances at the light and then back at me.

“You sure?” I ask before checking the light, seeing the cross-section turn yellow. “Call me so we can talk,” I tell him as the light changes. I flip my visor down and keep pace with his car. Seconds later my phone rings in my headset. I answer the call. “Hiya.”

“Are you okay with answering the phone like this?” I can hear the hesitancy in his voice.

“I have a headset in my helmet so I can talk to my group on rides. I’m used to it.” I tell him as we drive. “The spare helmet I have has one too so I can talk to you.”

“I trust you.”

“I know you do.” My tone was teasing.

“Behave.”

“Never.” I grin under my helmet. “Are you okay with talking on the phone while driving?”

“I have you on my Bluetooth.” Aaron hums.

“Just wanted to check.” I split off from him at another light. “I hope the helmet that I have will fit you. I don’t know the size of your head.” I check my mirrors as I drive.

“I should fit a standard medium. I’ve never had a reason to measure my head.” I can hear the chuckle in his words.

“I think it's a medium.” I turn down another street. “You know, I always forget how close our places are to each other.”

“Just a couple blocks, right?”

“Yup. I’m already in my garage.” I park in my spot and turn the bike off. I quickly make my way up to my apartment and unlock my door. “Did you get stuck?”

“Why do you ask?”

“You went quiet. You only go quiet while driving if someone cuts you off.” I shuffle through my closet and find my spare helmet in its bag. “That and I can hear honking.” I chuckle as I look over the helmet.

“The honking wasn’t me.”

“I know, you rarely honk.” I switch out my work bag for my riding bag and lock up my apartment. “I got everything I need and I'm gonna head to you.”

“How are you already done? I’m barely parking now.” Aaron questions.

“I’m just good like that.” I tease. I head back into the garage, fix the spare helmet onto the seat, double-check everything, and then hop back on my bike. “You want me to give you a minute, or can I head over to you?”

“You can come over. I’ll just be a minute.” I can hear the jingle of his keys as he opens his front door.

I look down at my bike pensively. “Ooh, actually, I’m going to run and get gas, then I’ll go get you.” I start my bike and head to the closest gas station to me.

“Should I grab anything from my place?” He sounds farther from the phone.

“Uh, no. I have everything we should need. I mean we don’t really need much other than what’s already in my bag.” I park at a gas pump and open my tank. I pump the gas, careful not to get any on the bike. I glance next to me and bite back a chuckle. “There’s a little boy in the car next to me staring.”

I hear Hotch chuckle. “Really?”

“Yeah, he’s got his face against the window.” I put the pump away and closed my tank. I turn my bike on and gently rev my bike for him. The young boy lights up like a kid on Christmas. I chuckle and wave at him before taking off.

I can hear Aaron chuckle. “You might have just made his day with that.”

“You should have seen his smile, it was really cute.” I carefully make my way to Hotch’s apartment. “You ready?’”

“Yeah. Are you outside?”

I park my bike. “Yeah, I just got here.”

“I’ll be out in a moment.” I hear rustling over the receiver.

“I thought you said you were ready?” I tease.

“I am. I just need to lock my house.”

I chuckle and get off my bike. I take the spare helmet off the seat and watch Hotch walk up to me. I hang up the call as he stands next to me. I tilt the spare helmet in my hands and turn on the headset, ensuring it is linked to mine before handing it to him. “Remember how to do this?”

Hotch takes the helmet, “ Yeah, I remember.” I watch him put it on and adjust the strap. I smile softly under my helmet as I watch his movements.

“You ready now?” I flip out the second set of foot petals.

“Yeah.”

I mount my bike again and steady it so he can get on. “You ok with this?”

He gets on carefully. “I trust you.”

“Good. Hold on.” I let him wrap his arms around me before I ease out of his parking lot. I take us out of the city, through the more scenic routes. “You doing ok back there?”

“I’m good.” I can feel him relax behind me.

“Good. We’re almost there.” I glance to the side as a car passes us.

“Where?”

“You’ll see.” I speed up to move through traffic. We ride for a while before I stop at an overlook. I easily coast us to a stop and turn my bike off. I put the kickstand out and take my helmet off, then look back at Aaron. “We’re here.”

He carefully gets off. He takes his helmet off once his feet are on solid ground. I take my key and pocket it before hopping off my bike. I step up to him and take his hand. I walk the two of us to one of the benches nearby. Aaron looks around enjoying the view. I take the helmets and set them next to me on the bench.

“Pretty, ain’t it.” I sit back and take in the setting sun.

“It is.” Aaron agrees and leans back. His hand covers mine. I look over at him with a smile. I scoot closer to him and lay my head on his shoulder.

“You know, we should do this more often.”

“Ride your bike together or watch the sunset?” Aaron looks down at me.

“Why not both?” I look up at him.

Aaron smiles down at me and wraps his arm around my shoulder. “Sure. We can do both.” I grin at him before turning back to the sunset.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

safe

words: 1.1k

warnings: home break in (not really described though), drug dealer!rafe and reader, pregnant!reader, husband!rafe

“r-rafe.” your voice is timid and shaky, so unlike what rafe is normally used to hearing. he instantly knows something is off, wrong.

“baby, what is it?” rafe asks into the phone, wishing he could see your face right now, could read the emotion in your expression.

“something uh-something happened. the police are here.”

“shit, are you alright?” rafe is suddenly moving away from the party, needing the noise of music from the live band and people talking and laughing to stop drowning out your words. “is the baby alright? did barry get caught?”

“yeah, we are both fine.” you press your hand against your stomach, the spot your baby always kicks, glad when you feel her stomp against your skin, reminding you she's okay, even if you don't currently feel like you are. “its not the business. there were some um… robbers.”

“what?” rafe shouts, knowing he probably just made you jump over the phone, but he can't help the loud reaction, needing more information, and needing it now.

“yeah they came into the house. i hid in the closet, but they found me. they didn't do anything, just shoved me a bit. they did take a lot of the jewelry you got me, i don't know what else, you'll have to talk to the police and give them a full invento-”

“shit, y/n!” rafe interrupts you. “i don't care about our stuff! i only care about you and the baby. im coming home right now.”

“okay.” you whisper over the phone. “im sitting on the front porch.”

“and police are watching you?” rafe asks, hurrying to his car, not bothering to explain to anyone his sudden leaving as he tears out of the parking lot.

“yeah, they're here. don't worry, im safe. i don't think they even had weapons, at least none that i saw.” rafe can hear you take a shuddering breath, his heart breaking that he wasn't there with you, foot pressing down even harder on the pedal to get him there faster. “the police think they broke in and expected no one to be home because of midsummers.”

you look down, rubbing your hand over your belly. “guess they didn't expect me to be home because none of my heels fit anymore and even the maternity dresses make me look like a whale.” you mean it as a joke, but it has tears flowing down your eyes, wishing you would have just sucked up your insecurities and gone with rafe. you still would have got robbed, but without the trauma of being there during the break in.

“im two minutes, baby. two minutes and you'll be safe in my arms.” rafe tries to keep his voice calm for you, but it's a struggle.

“i… i just wanna be safe.” you mutter the last words of the call, voice breaking as you begin to sob. rafe hears an officer try to calm you, but he knows it won't work, knows the only thing you need is him.

he parks haphazardly behind the police cars, fully blocking the street without a care in the world, not even taking the car keys out as he runs across the yard, sprinting until he reaches you.

“im here.” his arms are finally around your shoulders. “im here.”

you continue to sob, only lessened by pressing your face into rafes chest as he cradles you, even managing to pull you onto his lap despite your protruding baby bump.

“ive got you, princess.” rafe kisses the top of your head, continuing his reassuring words, the police officers giving you some space, but not retreating any farther than the steps leading onto the porch.

“oh my god, i was so scared.” you whine out, managing to blink back your tears enough to look at rafe.

“im so sorry baby.” rafe sighs. “i should have been here.”

“no.” you shake your head. “you had to go to midsummers. it's okay.”

“as soon as you said you weren't coming, i should have canceled it. should have never left my pregnant wife at home alone. im the worst fucking husband.” rafe knows his words aren't comforting, but he needs to make sure you know that he is the one to blame for what happened.

“what?” you press your fingers against rafes cheeks. “you couldn't have known, baby.”

“i still should have been here.” rafe leans in, taking your mouth in a strong kiss. “i love you, baby.”

“oh my god, you're not gonna leave my side for the next year, are you?” you let out a tiny laugh, the noise relieving rafe, loosening some of the tension in his chest.

“definitely not, my love.” rafe pulls you closer.

“thank you for coming so quickly.” you whisper, letting your head rest against rafes chest. “i really am okay. just freaked out.”

“don't worry, baby.” rafes voice suddenly changes tone. “the second they try to sell any of your jewelry, ill find them. they won't make it far at all. ill make sure they can never hurt you or anyone else ever again.”

you know you should tell rafe to let the police handle it, to not get personally involved in clearly dangerous men, but any man who lays their hands on a pregnant woman doesn't deserve to breathe, let alone only be punished to a few months in jail like what would no doubtabley happen if you went the legal way.

“im surprised you haven't called barry already.” you laugh softly, knowing he will be just as pissed as rafe. you came into their life and helped expand the business, turning them from lowly dealers to something bigger, better. still dealing, of course, but offering protection and other services as well.

“figure id let the police leave first.” rafe rubs your back, glad that you're slowly getting back to your jokey and sharp witted self. “before he insisted on being your personal armed guard until those guys are put in the ground.”

“yeah, once baby girl pops, im going to have to ask him to teach me to shoot. just in case anything like this happens again.” you feel bad that you relied so heavily on rafes protection, that you let yourself slack to the point where an emergency arose and you hid in the closet instead of grabbing a glock.

“hey, what about me?” rafe whines, knowing he'd never let another man teach you how to shoot, not even your joint business partner barry.

“fine.” you joke, sighing and sliding off rafes lap. “you better go talk to the police about what else might be missing. i wouldn't let them snoop around.”

you don't keep anything illicit in your house, but just in case you weren't about to give the law open access to your home.

“in a minute.” rafe keeps his arms around you, not willing to let you move too far from his hold. “need to just keep my wife in my arms for a few minutes longer.”

you look out onto the sky, the stars glimmering in the darkness of light, allowing yourself to take a full, deep breath, at peace held in your husband's arms.

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[milla-frenchy]

Hold my hand

4k1 | Javier Peña x fem reader | ao3 | Masterlist

Summary: a stranger saves your life. Or your and Javi’s love story Warnings: 18+ mdni. soft!Javi, alternating pov, fingering, Javi can lift reader, size kink, oral (f/m), piv, creampie. No age specified.

a/n: this is written for PPCU Body Worship writing challenge, hosted by @joelmillerisapunk 😘🫶 I got Javi and hands 😍

Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta-ing 💕 @saradika-graphics for the dividers 🙏

You were walking towards the beach, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your bare legs and arms. Once arrived, you laid your beach towel on the sand, took off your shorts and a tank top, and put on some sunscreen. Then you dipped your feet in the water. Its temperature was perfect. You walked along the shore for a few minutes and looked at the few surfers and swimmers. 

You couldn’t resist the idea of swimming and you moved towards the open sea. You let it slightly cool your thighs, then your stomach. You dove under a wave, enjoying the coolness of the water. You swam a few breaststrokes, and let yourself be carried on your back between each wave for a few minutes.

When you looked back towards the shore, you noticed that the current had carried you much further than you thought. You were a good swimmer and didn't worry, starting to crawl towards the beach. 

But a wave you didn't see coming washed over you. You swallowed a mouthful of water, just before another one broke on you. You realized that you were in deep water, even farther away than before, and a third wave took you by surprise, leaving you breathless. 

The current was still pulling you further away and you started to worry.

Each of your other attempts to reach the shore was a failure, and the worry turned into panic. It overwhelmed you. You knew that you had to stay calm, but you couldn't think straight anymore.

Another wave swept you away and a full panic, nagging, tightening your stomach, was overtaking your brain. 

You looked around. A few surfers were on their boards, unaware of what was happening a few feet away from them. When another wave swept you back with it, you felt helpless. Seeing the shore even further away.

“You ok?”

You turned towards the voice just before another wave hit you. A hand grabbed yours and pulled you back up to the surface. The man was facing you, worried. 

“I… I can't go back,” you answered, trying to blink back the tears that were gathering in your eyes.

“I'm gonna help you. Don’t worry, everything's gonna be ok.”

You nodded, holding onto his hand.

“A wave is coming, we’ll use it to get closer to the shore. When I tell you, kick your feet, okay?”

“Okay,” you stammered.

“Now!”

You did as he told you, and when you looked up at the shore, it was a little closer.

“Another wave, it's gonna crash on us. It's just foam, okay? I’ll hold your hand. Take a deep breath, now!”

You took a quick breath before the wave hit you. Clinging to his firm hand.

“Please don't let go of me. Don't let go of me,” you pleaded after his firm grip pulled you back to the surface.

“I won't, trust me. We'll get to the shore in a few minutes.”

“But the last wave pushed us away!” You didn't mean to yell but your panic was too strong.

The man, on the other hand, remained calm. There was no fear in him, as if he was used to handling potentially complicated situations.

“I know, but another wave is coming - a good one - and we’re gonna use it to move forward. Swim!” 

You followed his instructions with each wave, good or bad, holding his hand tightly. His hand never shook, never let go of you, and that silenced your apprehension. 

And you finally reached the shore.

“We made it, see? You did great and you're ok. I'm Javi, what's your name?”

He was looking at you, slightly worried as he was waiting for your reaction. You knew he was talking to you to bring you back to the reality: you were safe.

You gave him your name, still choking, exhausted from the effort.

“I’m glad to meet you. Everything's ok. Where are your things?”

You showed him and he accompanied you there, without letting go of your shaking hand.

“Here. How are you?”

“I'm… I'm…”

You were holding back your tears, realizing that without him you would still be struggling in the sea, or worse.

“Thank you, Javi. I’m… I think you saved my life.”

“I just helped you a little, you needed reassurance. It’s easy to panic in these situations.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Do you need me to stay with you for a few minutes, or are you ok?”

You assured him that you were fine. He smiled at you and waved, before walking away. You lay down on your towel, catching your breath, and watched him walk over to his towel and drink some water before going back into the sea. You turned to the other side and the tears that you’d been holding back finally fell.

Once you calmed down, you sat up and looked at the man’s things. You grabbed a paper and a pen from your bag.

“I didn’t get to thank you properly. Here’s my number. I’d be happy to take you out to dinner, if that’s okay with you.”

You put the paper under his sunscreen and left.

Several days passed when he finally called you. You already thought he wouldn’t reach out to you. He thanked you but told you that the invitation was unnecessary, that the help he had given you was completely normal. You insisted kindly, and a meeting at a restaurant was arranged for the next evening.

When you arrived, he was already there, waiting for you in front of the restaurant, dark glasses on and a cigarette between his lips. You realized that you hadn't even looked at him well, given the events.  He was breathtakingly handsome- brown hair, clean-shaven face except for his mustache. He was dressed in black and his clothes fitted him perfectly. He was gorgeous.

You got out of your car and joined him.

The dinner went by without any awkward silence or discomfort. You told him about your job, and he told you that he used to work for the government in Colombia, but had now moved back to Texas. He seemed like a confident man, not too emotional but caring. You tried not to stare at him too much not to seem creepy but his beautiful face hypnotized you. Your gaze sometimes rested for a few moments on his large, veiny hands. So masculine. Those hands that had supported you in the sea.

“Have you gone swimming since that day?”

You looked down before admitting that you were slightly scared.

“You should go back. To not let that worry set in.” Sensing your uncertainty, he added, “I can go with you if you want. So that you could regain your confidence.”

You agreed to meet at the beach the next morning, before each leaving in your own car.

You met up the next day as planned, and at first you didn't even think about the sea. You got chills seeing him in his swimsuit. He had a slim waist, broad shoulders, and a body of a Greek statue.

“You ready?” he asked, interrupting your thoughts.

“Will you go with me? Just in case”, you murmured. Your fear of swimming again was slowly taking over you.

“Of course. I won’t let you handle this alone, Hermosa.”

Your mind was telling you that maybe the nickname wasn't special. But the butterflies in your stomach didn't hear it that way.

Damn, you were down bad for him, and you barely knew anything about him.

“You coming?” he asked, already in the water, looking at you as you stood frozen on the sand.

“Yeah! Yeah, sure”, you replied, following him to the shore.

Javi hesitated for several days to call you, after seeing your note. When he saw you struggling in the sea, it awakened his protective instincts. He couldn’t help himself with them.

During dinner at the restaurant, of course he saw the way you looked at him, even if you tried to hide it. He was trained to sense emotions, feelings. And he didn’t want to let yours settle. You weren’t some hooker he would fuck in exchange for information, or to release pressure. He had never wanted to break hearts, even if he was used to it happening. He knew the effect he had on women. As soon as you walked out of your car, he already knew what you felt.

The way your hand had latched onto his in the sea, the way your beautiful eyes were staring at him in the restaurant, brought out emotions he had been pushing away for a long time. And he didn’t want to feel those emotions. Not that time, when he had only recently left Colombia, and when he was longing for a normal life. But a voice in his head kept telling him that that was a normal life. Spending time with someone, no matter what happened next. And right now, he was trying to resist that voice. Even though his flirtatious side couldn't help but come out when he called you that nickname. He felt the way your body reacted. It made his cock twitch in his swimsuit. Luckily, you were too focused on his lips to notice. So he walked towards the sea, counting on its coolness to refresh him. And his cock.

When you reached him, he was already waist-deep in the water. He was walking so fast from the beach that you wondered if he was even waiting for you.

“It’s a perfect day to go swimming again. There aren’t too many waves, it will allow you to get back to your usual sensations. Shall we?”

You nodded, and you swam for a few moments, moving a little away from the shore. You felt safe with Javi by your side. Until a wave bigger than the others formed.

“Javi!!” you called, voice worried.

“It’s ok, it’s ok. Stay calm, you’re gonna do it.”

You took a deep breath and dove under the wave, as you had done hundreds of times before that cursed day. When you came out of the water, you met his worried gaze, waiting to see if you were okay. And you were. He smiled, and you spent a long time swimming in the sea. Your fear was gone, thanks to him.

You went to have a drink at a bar next to the beach. It was Javi who had suggested it, and you were delighted. You were still at the bar when he took your hand in his and complimented your nails. You were under his spell, and you felt yourself blush like a teenager.

You saw each other every day after that. Spending more and more time together. He smiled and laughed regularly now, opening up to you.

One evening, you went to the movies. You were scooping popcorn out of the same bucket, and sometimes your fingers would brush against each other. He needed to feel you more, and couldn't wait any longer—he brushed your arm with his hand, and you looked at each other. The intensity of his gaze was so strong that you could barely hold it.

“Do you wanna come to my place after the movie, Hermosa?” 

You nodded. But you two didn't wait any longer and left for his place in a minute.

He grabbed your hand as you were walking to his car, and his lips crashed against yours, his hands tightening around your waist. Your tongues brushed against each other as his hands were already roaming your body. Everything about him exuded sensuality. He was like a wild animal. A thirsty, hungry, agile feline, having captured his prey that just wanted to be devoured. You finally made it to the car, and luckily his apartment wasn’t far away. You kissed whenever the traffic allowed, and your fingers had already run through his hair more times than you could count on two hands. You were glued to each other until you walked through the door of his apartment. You wondered if Javi would be the love of your life or the one who would break your heart into a thousand pieces. But right now you didn’t care, only that moment mattered. Those feelings that he made you feel. You wanted his hands all over your body, and you probably had wished for it since the first time he grabbed yours, in the sea.

When you entered the dining room and he pressed your ass against the table, you were both breathless. The clothes you had gradually taken off littered the floor of his apartment. You were only wearing your panties, and Javi still had his jeans on. One of his arms was around your waist, keeping you tight against him, and he squeezed a breast with his other hand, before taking it in his mouth, sucking and licking your nipple. Your fingers ran through his hair until you took his hands in yours, eager to touch them in different circumstances, and you kissed the tips of his fingers. He looked at you, eyes fixed on your lips that were placing small kisses on his skin. Keeping his hands in yours, you lowered one of them to your crotch. Sliding his fingers along your folds still covered by your panties.

“You’re so hot, baby”, he murmured. He smelled of tobacco and mint, and you were intoxicated by his scent.

You kept brushing your folds and your swollen clit with his fingers. He let you do it, as if he liked not being in charge. You could hear his breathing quicken, his jerky heartbeat against yours. You grabbed the hem of your panties and pulled them down to mid-thigh.

“I think I fell in love with your hands that day. Wanna feel them in me”, you whispered into his ear. With your underwear still around your thighs, you took his hand in yours again, slid it down to your pussy, and stroked yourself with his fingers. Running them over your soaked parts. You moaned against his chest before pushing them further into you. You used his digits to finger yourself, and it was perhaps the most sensual thing you had ever done.

Your fingers pressed to his, he kept fucking you slowly and you rubbed your clit with your thumb.

“I’m… I’m gonna come, Javi.”

He placed his other hand against the back of your neck, holding you tight, and you came on his fingers. Panting, you let your forehead rest against his shoulder, catching your breath while his hand was caressing your hair.

“Came so hard for me, baby…” 

He brushed and breathed in your hair, holding you close. You didn’t expect him to be so gentle, so patient. You knew nothing about his past, his love life, but when you had seen him in front of that restaurant, so sure of himself, so handsome, you had imagined someone else. A womanizer, maybe. 

You hastily removed your panties, just in time for him to lift you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. He grabbed your ass with his hands to hold you up and kissed you. You couldn’t get enough of running your fingers through his hair while you were kissing his luscious, warm lips. His mustache was soft against your skin.

He carried you to his bedroom, as unknown sensations were running through his mind. 

Javi wasn’t the one to fall in love. His life was always dedicated to his job. It was dangerous in Colombia and he didn't want to involve someone in it. 

So he fucked women he met in bars. Women that fell for him, the second their eyes were laid on him. He would bring them home, he wouldn’t have gone to the movies with them. There would have been no seduction game.

He fucked hookers regularly, too. His informants. He cared about them and offered them protection as much as possible. But he didn’t love them.

But since he had met you (saved you) on that beach, since he had seen your eyes filled with tears, since he had gotten to know you, his heart was beating in a way it had never done before. Even for his ex fiancee. He had not yet thrust into you and he already dreamed of waking up against you. He didn’t know what was happening but this bliss intoxicated him. He felt himself melting at your touch and he yearned for more. For the first time, he could offer his protection to someone who was not related to his job. Someone who wasn’t in danger of being hurt or murdered by sicarios. Someone for whom he wasn’t a client. Now that life was behind him, and his heart was craving something else. Proximity. Sharing everything he had to offer with someone. 

With you.

He lowered you, next to his bed. Your eyes met and your sweetness made him melt again. He brushed your cheek tenderly.

“You know,” he said, “I’ve seen the worst in my job. The darkest possible things. One day I’ll try to tell you about it. And the way you’re looking at me right now… it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The sweetest, and I feel like I’m seeing something bright for the first time, finally. And I needed it.”

His confession took your breath away. You felt deep down that he was sincere. He wasn’t playing a perverted game to lure you into his bed. It was stronger than that, and it was overwhelming.

“I need…”

“What do you need, Hermosa?”

“Need to feel you… need you inside me.”

“Not yet, baby. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Hurt me? Why would you hurt me?”

He unzipped his jeans, and your eyes didn't know where to look. His face, his shoulders, his chest. His body was beautiful. He pulled down his jeans, he wasn't wearing anything underneath. Your eyes landed on his cock, and your mouth turned into an O. You were unable to make a sound.

“Do you trust me, baby?” he asked, taking off his pants completely.

“I… Yeah, of course.”

“Let me get you ready, okay? Lie down on the bed. I’ll go slow.”

You did what he said and bent your knees. He settled between your thighs, and his face just above your pussy was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your life. 

His thumb ran over your wet, soaked folds.

“I wanna taste you. Wanna feel you shake.”

He licked your cunt up and down, in one long stripe, and growled. Your taste, your scent was driving him crazy. 

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You taste so good.”

He wanted to make you come on his fingers and his tongue, and never stop eating you. He wanted to feel you around his cock. He wanted it all, and he felt like his heart was going to explode.

He kissed your clit, then placed his lips around it. Sucking it lightly before swirling it under his tongue, and you curled your toes instantly.

He pushed one finger, then two, into your dripping pussy. Your fingers gripped his temples then his hair, and he was crazy about the feeling, about you expressing need and eagerness. He was listening to your moans, which were getting louder and louder. Feeding on them. He felt that you were going to come again soon, that you would be ready to take him. His cock kept throbbing, the precum flowing down his cock. He was used to preparing pussies before fucking them. He sometimes did it mechanically. But not today, not with you. His 5 senses were alert and fully focused on you, until your hands clenched his hair and you pulsed on his tongue. Your walls squeezed his fingers while you sang his name, and it was the most beautiful music he had ever heard.

He placed one last kiss on your clit, softly, watching you come down from your high. His eyes just above your heaving stomach, and his fingers still buried inside you.

You sat up, and said “lemme taste you, Javi. I want to feel you on my tongue, please, baby.”

Your voice was a melody to his ears. The way you said “baby” could have been enough to make him come in the sheets.

“Fuck… ok baby, ok.”

He lay down and you knelt down next to him, marveling at his gorgeous, tan cock. The tip was oozing. You licked his slit softly, impregnating your throat with his taste, before taking his tip in your mouth and sucking it gently. Your fist clenched on his shaft, your head bobbing, your lips completely spread around his cock. Eager to give him as much pleasure as he had given you. Your thumb brushed his balls before you licked them. Sucking his soft and fine skin.

“Damn, Hermosa… Fuck, that’s good, baby. So good.”

His praise made your pussy drip while you kept sucking, lapping at his balls, his shaft, his tip. You couldn't help but crawl up to his lips to kiss them before taking him back in your mouth, until he begged you to stop.

“Wait, baby please. I wanna feel you around me. Wanna see how beautiful you are, all spread out for me.”

You kissed his stomach, licked his nipples, and spread kisses on his collarbone, then his lips. He gently manhandled you to lie down under him. His hands cupped your cheeks and you kissed, the taste of him and you mixing between your lips. His body weighed down perfectly on yours. He grabbed his cock and nestled it at your entrance, making you moan. You bucked your hips forward, eager to finally feel him inside you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight… So tight for me,” he said as he pushed in slightly. Your walls parted for him as he buried his head into the pillow, his breath hitching in the crook of your neck.

“Wanna feel you, Javi. All of you.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you… I need to go slow.”

“It’s ok, I swear. Thrust in, please. I need to feel you, all of you in me.”

He pushed in, just like you wanted him to. The effect made you bite your lip, your pleasure overflowing throughout your being.

“Oh my god, Javi… you're so big, you feel so good…” He kissed your forehead, then rubbed his aquiline nose against yours before placing his lips on yours. It was the most intimate sex you had ever experienced. More intimate than any you had experienced with previous boyfriends. He was thrusting softly, slow and deep strokes without taking his eyes off you.

“You look so good beneath me,” he murmured.

His hand slid between you and he brushed your clit, amplifying your moans.

“Javi… so thick…”

“I know baby, I know. It's a lot.”

“Yeah, yeah… too… too much.”

“Too much? You want me to stop?” he asked, looking at you, a little worried.

“No! No, too much sensation but I love it. Don't stop, please, I wanna feel them all.”

“Damn, baby, I… I wanna feel you come on my cock. Can you do that for me? Squeeze my cock with your tight, little pussy?”

“Fuck… yeah… yeah keep going. I’m gonna come… oh fuck!!”

Your walls squeezed his shaft so tightly when you came for the third time, that he whimpered.

“Where?” he asked, almost out of breath.

“Inside, inside…” you replied, still shaking.

Your face in his hands, he didn’t stop watching you, thrusting in as slowly until he spilled his cum in your pussy, rope after rope. He lay against you and turned you towards him, his soothed cock resting against his thigh, his cum leaking out of your pussy.

He always thought that you got better with time when you have sex with someone. He wondered how it could get better with you.

He held you close, your face against his chest, his hand on the back of your neck and the other on your lower back. He knew that you needed him to protect you, and he had a lot of protection to offer. 

“Keep your hands on me, Javi, please,” you whispered before falling asleep.

No, Javi hadn’t fallen in love. Ever. 

Until the day his hand caught yours in the sea and you taught him another way to take care of someone. 

And he had never felt so free in his life, so peaceful. After years of daily angst and darkness, his heart finally felt lighter in his chest.

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[i-cant-sing]

What about platonic yandere Dracula and his child who is very affectionate towards him? Basically his shadow, he has to watch his steps so he doesn't step on his small daughter since she's always following him quietly

You are a very small child, and mischievous one too! But that's only what mama Lisa thinks. Daddy Dracula? Oh he wholeheartedly believes that you're an angel and that it's just everyone else around that peer pressures you to be naughty.

If it weren't for your small mischievous giggles, Dracula would've stepped on you a couple of times. You liked to sneak up on him, follow him everywhere he goes even though your parents don't allow you to leave the castle farther than the garden, but you always manage to hide in his big cloak and would go undetected of it weren't for Lisa grabbing you.

The few times that you did go out with Dracula, he would still hide you in his cloak and have a tight grip on you so that you don't wander off. He doesn't want anyone to know about your existence because you're too pretty, cute- you're the perfect child, and the universe is set on destroying perfection.

But of course, one of these times you managed to slip away from Dracula and he had a wholeass heart attack for like 5 minutes before he found you in a pub, standing on the bartop as you danced to some music and everyone at the pub was laughing at your silly moves. Dracula uses his super speed and grabs you and leaves the pub, starts scolding you for wandering off in the dark alley. And as you whine in his arms to be let go, a certain someone calls out from behind-

"Hey! Let that kid go, you creep!"

And low and behold, its Trevor Belmont. A drunk Trevor Belmont, but still.

Your eyes light up. "Trevy!"

"Hey kid." He smiles before taking a fighting stance. "Now you mister, let the kid go."

Dracula narrows his eyes at him. "She's my daughter."

"Yeah and I'm her mother." He scoffs, not seeing any resemblance between you and the man. "You're a vampire, aren't you? So let the human go or Ill march over there and you dont want me marching over therrre. " He slurred.

"She is literally my child with my hunan wife-" but Dracula is cut off by Trevor swinging at him and you gasping.

"Dad! Are you okay?" Wait dad? Now Trevor looks confused but he doesn't have much time to ponder over it when suddenly Dracula smacks him across the face so hard that Trevor falls unconscious, the vampire mumbling something about him being alive because his kid is there.

And you? Dracula takes you home immediately where both of your parents give you a lecture and ground you for a few years.

Oh well. Your sentence can be reduced by some tears and a little pouting. And if your new friend Trevor doesn't come marching in to "save you" from your family.

[withacapitalp]

All this was inspired by listening to She’s So Overrated by Madilyn Bailey so fair warning LMAO. Also this got SO MUCH LONGER THAN I MEANT IT TO IM SORRY IT WAS JUST ME WRITING DOWN AN IDEA......

Okay so I’m having thoughts about modern AU lead singer Eddie Munson who’s been in the industry for years with the boys. Corroded Coffin is a staple of the metal industry, but for a few years he’s been feeling really stalled in his career and just stuck in place. He’s still making music, still performing, but he feels like he’s getting farther and farther from that kid who used to scream and sing in his closet bedroom in the shoebox apartment he used to share with Wayne. 

So when he and the boys are in an interview and the interviewee brings up how “King” Steve Harrington from The Four is trying to reinvent himself with the help of former bandmate Robin Buckley, Eddie goes off. He works himself up into a little tizzy, ranting Munson Doctrine style about how a former teen pop star trying to become some second rate folk singer isn’t anything special, and that he wouldn’t be caught dead cashing in like that. 

That Steve’s music is bad (even though he’s honestly never listened to it) and “King” Steve is overrated. How even Beiber is better than him. He’s just bullshit. 

Of course the interview goes viral, and finds its way to Steve and Robin. Robin listens to it first and she doesn’t want Steve to watch it. She knows how close things like this cut him (especially that word), and how he’s been dealing with a lot of hate from everyone even from former fans who are confused by the sharp contrast of his new music- aka the music he’s finally being allowed to write now that he’s broken away from his momager- but Steve makes her show him. 

She’s sure that she’s going to have to spend the next week rebuilding his confidence. 

And instead, Steve’s lip curls into a smile, and he grabs his songbook, telling her to find her guitar. 

Eddie wakes up five days after the interview to a huge flood of social media notifications, a dozen missed calls from the boys and his manager and his uncle. He ignores them all and goes to see what he fucked up this time. 

Eddie opens Youtube and it’s at the top of his recommendations. The thumbnail is Steve and Robin sitting together with a guitar in her lap. The title of the video is just one word. 

Bullshit. 

This can’t be good. 

Eddie listens to it even though he doesn’t want to. He’s a lot of things, but he’s not a coward. Not anymore. He listens to it because he has to know how much he’s fucked up. 

And then he listens to it again. And again. And again. 

It gets stuck in his head. All of it. Not just the song (which admittedly is pretty killer) but also hearing the flippantly mean words he had casually thrown at Steve being shoved back in his face. He had seen Steve as an abstract thing, just a symbol of everything wrong with the industry, not a real person. And now this actual human being that he’s hearing has turned all of that garbage into a song that feels more genuine then most of the music on the last two albums he wrote himself. A song that has heart, joy, and a strong current of pain underneath, especially in the bridge where Steve just sings the word bullshit over and over. 

There’s even more than that. He also sees the way Robin and Steve interact while they’re working the smiles, the jabs, the silly little way Steve bobs his head along as he listens to her play, the way they both collapse into giggles at the end as Steve directly quotes the part of the interview where Eddie said that Steve “is just another laundry basket devil trying to act like a big shot now that he’s too old for teen girls to moon over.” 

He can’t remember the last time he and the boys had that much fun making a song. 

Hell, Eddie even sees their apartment. It’s a pretty nondescript room, but he can see the wear and tear on the furniture, the cobwebs in the corners of the room, the slightly drooping houseplant with the name “Dart” lovingly painted on its pot. It feels like a home, and as Eddie looks around at the bedroom in his far too big mansion, he feels even more like a fraud. 

Eddie listens to the song on repeat for most of the morning. In the afternoon he finally answers everyone, and starts to put his plan into motion. 

By that evening he’s on the phone with Steve asking him and Robin to help Corroded Coffin write their next song. 

[ryulvrs]

can you write a gidle yuqi smut? where yuqi igets jealous because y/n is to “close” with Soyeon and Minnie??

-☺️

too close (song yuqi, smut)

summary: your girlfriend, yuqi, gets jealous after hanging out with your friends and you fuck to prove otherwise to her

warnings: soft!dom!yuqi x bottom!f!reader, couch sex, jealousy, slight hair pulling, eating out (reader receiving)

word count: 671

a/n: i tried to do something different with this but idk 😭

turning to face your girlfriend and instead of seeing a face with a big smile, but seeing an angry expression is unsettling.

you don’t know what you did. all you can think of is that you shut the door after saying goodbye to your friends just now. maybe the door was too loud? but she wouldn’t be that upset.

“huh?” you ask stepping closer to her. she just scoffed and turned her head away from you.

“what, yuqi?” using her name when talking to her wasn’t something you normally did, but her whole attitude was serious so you tried to match that.

"i hate how close you are to them," she states.

taken aback, you let out a breathy sound trying to speak. "what?" you say.

"you're always right next to them when they visit," she made sure to emphasize 'right.'

you thought everything she was saying was profound and kind of dumb as these are your friends she's talking about.

"yeah, i sit next to them? but it's nothing more than that. yuqi are you jealous?" you ask tilting your head.

"no, i just-" she cuts herself off. "i want you to be like that with me," she whispers.

you giggle, you thought her neediness for attention was adorable. "yuqi, you're my girlfriend. soyeon and minnie are my friends, i can be more than like that with you," you say attempting to reassure her.

she looks down, with a face that only could read of dissatisfaction. closer, you move to reach out to her face and comfortingly kiss her. "i promise you. i'm sorry i made you feel that way."

she takes your hand and kisses you back, this time more eagerly. "how much more than that?" she pulls back for a second to say. you smirk, stomaching her flirtatious joke.

both of your lips find their way to each other's once more attaching desperately. her hands slip down your pants, she's moving quickly. little foreplay, just two needy girlfriends.

following this, you remove her outfit as well. you both stumble back onto the same couch soyeon and minnie were sat on minutes prior.

her hands grab onto your thighs gently and she pushes you up the couch so you could lie in a comfortable yet easy way for her to access your cunt.

"tell me if its too much," she groans with that raspy, deep voice she has. you nod, watching as her eyes disappear by what you could see of your lower half.

all you can feel now is the tip of her tongue flicking at the most sensitive outlines of your pink pussy. her motions catch you off guard, and you let whimpers slip out. "more," you whine.

she sticks her tongue farther into you, and you feel every curl she makes. you find your hand slipping to grip onto her hair, wishing for her to go even deeper.

her mouth sucks onto your folds, and you see her look up at you with the same amorous aura in her eyes. she's no longer being light with you, she just as horny to have you as you are to have her.

she gives you small breaks to breathe from your constant moaning by kissing your thighs. "feels okay?" she asks.

"it feels really good," you whimper. she smirks, bringing her mouth back to your folds to continue giving you pleasure.

the feeling of her sucking down onto you makes you moan nosily. you have to grip onto the sofa to resist from shaking. "please," you moan wretchedly.

she gives you what you want, and she quickens the pace of her tongue, feeling little drops of your liquids soak into her mouth.

yuqi groans into the sensation, not letting anything leak out of her mouth and go to waste. "you taste beautiful, y/n," she smiles licking a little off her lips.

you smile back instinctively, and sit up so you can pull her closer to kiss her. "you can always do more to me than they can."

[october-nightt]

please don't kill me Mr.Ghostface

warnings: cussing, quick smut, blood, usage of the word rape and slut

it was the night of the Halloween party.

You have been looking forward to this night for months now, you weren't a big fan of Halloween it self given the fact that it was pretty hard for you to find a good costume as a black women.

you didn't wanna go as a nurse or something generic like that so you decided to be a "clovers cheerleader" from the movie bring it on.

you had hoped that tonight you could just drink and enjoy the party with your friends.

you had met tara on the first day of college which led to her introducing you to her other friends.

Mindy was your favorite, other than tara of course.

as you walked into the party you were immediately met with chad and Ethan. Ethan was dressed as some cardboard robot or something but you found it cute.

you've always thought Ethan was cute. after all you've always had a thing for men who looked as if they've never felt the touch of a women before.

"hey guys, have you seen tara around?" you asked loudly, hoping they could hear you over the loud music.

"she was at the table with the drinks, she's in a pirate costume" chad responded

"thanks" you smiled at Ethan which he happily returned.

you walked past the both of them and over to the drink table where they last seen tara.

she wasn't there but you were thirsty so you decided to grab a drink.

the bottles were empty.

you sighed and set the empty glass bottle back down in its previous spot.

"hey um, I've got more drinks in my room if you'd like?" a stranger says from behind you.

you turned around and nodded "sure why not"

the guy didn't look so bad and you really wanted a drink so what's the worst that could happen?

you started to follow the stranger up to his room before being stopped by chad.

"hey Y/N why don't you stay here with us, I can get you a drink"

Ethan was behind him, his eyes were filled with anger.

"no its okay chad, but thanks" you smiled at him reassuringly

"I don't think its a good idea to go upstairs with date r*pe Frankie"

what chad said obviously pissed the guy off because he grabbed your arm tightly and started to drag you upstairs.

"hey you're hurting me" you tried to pull away but he still had a harsh grip on your arm.

chad punched Frankie in the face and helped you up but when you looked to see if Ethan was there.

he was gone.

after what happened you just decided to go home.

your roommate wasn't back from her vacation so you were alone.

as you walked in you got a feeling as if something was wrong.

you grabbed your taser and made your way farther into the house. checking every room. they were all empty.

"rule number one of horror movies is to check the closet" a deep, raspy voice speaks.

you screamed and pulled out your taser but he was faster than you and knocked it out of your hand.

once you finally looked at the person you realized they were dressed as Ghostface. the guy tara has told you stories about. he tried to kill her and her sister and her friends.

"w-what do you want from me?" you asked.

hoping you could give him what he needed and he'd leave you alone.

"I want to play a game." the knife visibly in his hand, dripping of what looked like blood.

you were scared. "what game?"

Ethan... Ghostface ran his hand over your exposed thighs your skirt was pretty short and its been driving him crazy all night.

"Simon says" he replied before his hand reached under your skirt and pulled off your panties.

he stuck them in his pocket. (if the costume has one lmao)

you sucked in a breath as the air hit your dripping clit.

Ethan bit his lip hard, almost drawing blood, to stop himself from whining at the sight of you.

"Simon says lay back onto the counter"

you never agreed to play, but you were afraid of what would happen if you refused so you did as you were told.

once you were laid flat Ethan.....Ghostface lifted his mask just above his mouth

"Simon says close your eyes and spread you legs"

once again you obeyed him.

after what felt like 30 seconds you were shocked by Ethan's tonuge running one slow strip up your clit.

"oh fuck" you bit the back of your hand and he continued to devour your pussy

he didn't say a word except for occasionally whispering things like "good girl" or "such a pretty slut for me"

you felt that knot forming in your stomach.

"I'm gonna cum" you breathed out.

but before Ethan could answer you had already released all over his face.

"Simon didn't say you could cum" Ethan drew his knife and made a small cut on your thigh.

you were too busy coming down from your high to even process the pain.

Ethan touched the blood from your thighs before walking out of your apartment in silence.

leaving you there vulnerable and exposed.

after he left, you cleaned yourself up and processed what happened just an hour earlier.

you sat on your couch and turned on the tv to clear your mind, only to be shocked at the words that came out of the news reporters mouth.

"were standing here where a college student by the name of Frankie has been found stabbed to death in his own home. the only thing left at the scene......a mask from the famous stab movies"

[hungryforjay]

after hours ✦ nishimura riki

[g angst, bsf riki, confessions]

✦ smoking terms: “joint” + “jay” is a rolled marijuana cigarette, “cherry” refers to the end of a joint/jay (the red/fire that leaks smoke) “rolling tray” is a tray you use to roll a joint, to “pull” a joint is to suck it as you inhale so “pulling” means you’re taking a hit, “roach” is the remains of a joint that’s already been smoked.

✦ i tried to make this as genderless as possible, as i do with all my au’s. the pictures might be misleading but it’s more for the aesthetic!

“you sick of me yet?”

the lighter flickered a few times before igniting, the wind pushing away its attempts and pulling your hands to form a barrier around his.

he lifted the joint to your lips and grounded his finger against the gear to light the end of it, you pulled on his go. a faint taste of blueberry hit the back of your mouth as you inhaled and exhaled, eyes stuck on riki’s who eyed the wandering flame.

“sick of you? ‘m sick of everyone,” you mumbled and snagged the joint, fingers brushing his as you took another drag and watched as the paper burned.

he hummed, leaning back on the step and setting the lighter on his thigh. the porch light only did so much, you couldn’t see anything but yourselves and the rolling tray with your contents. the breeze let you know of the trees that were there up ahead, the rustle of the leaves against each other, the wind chimes dangling from the house lining.

you’ve known riki since you were fourteen and since then him and his family have long known of your family issues. the moment you turned eighteen you put your hands on your mothers boyfriend after he attempted to grope you after a shower, and in result you ended up homeless in the street with nothing but a towel on and a broken heart on your sleeve.

it was bordering week three of your stay in riki’s home.

his folks were nice enough to let you crash, acting as a set of parents you never had, and to show your gratitude you cleaned up your act. you kept the house tidy, you walked the dog, hell you even spoke nicer to riki during the hours when they were awake.

after hours was when the real you came out.

exhaling another puff, your wrist bent backwards towards riki, handing over the jay.

the summer heat was like no other. humidity licked at your skin, coating your lungs as you took a sharp inhale that formed into a nasty cough. a rough and calloused hand rubbed your lower back in small circles, slow and comforting.

“you sure that’s not gonna change?” riki muttered, the smoke wafting centimeters from your face.

with eyes teary and red rimmed you looked back at him, he who avoided your gaze by staring at the firefly crawling up the step below him.

he always did this.

communicate useless worries of you abandoning him like everyone else did. the only time you’ve come close to leaving him was when you both were fifteen, the friendship still fresh and vulnerable. you didn’t know how to communicate then but you know now, because who knew how to when they were fifteen?

how does any teenager know?

your hand found its way to his knee, knocking the lighter down in favor of your fingers resting there. he took another hit and put the joint besides the ash tray, the smoke from the cherry still burning.

“i don’t want you to take this the wrong way. okay?” you finally spoke, words sounding foreign rolling off your tongue.

you were out of it and you were sure riki was too. your body felt farther than it was and your eyes kept darting from thing to thing to make sure you were still alive.

“riki…you’ve done so much for me, so so so many things that i couldn’t ever imagine happening for me but it has because of you. your heart is so large, i’m—i’m so blessed and privileged to be able to feel its embrace and i’m thankful everyday that i get to wake up next to someone who loves me so much and values me in their life as i do them.”

word vomit. word vomit. word vomit.

“and that’s not the only reason why—do not take this the wrong way i do not love you just because you give me things. i love you because you are you. i love your smile and i love your laugh. i love your god awful food combinations and your never ending attempts to make me try them. i love when you play songs on your keyboard and i love your voice when you sing me songs you wrote,” your hand jumped away from his knee as a tear threatened to release, you quickly swiped it away.

you looked at riki for the first time since before the speech, and you couldn’t tell if his eyes were red because of the high or because of you.

“i love you and i will never leave you. ever.”

because you’ll never leave me. ever.

overwhelmed, you stood up with the sudden urge to find a bathroom and cry until you got over whatever the hell you just spewed. it was true of course, and that was the problem that it is true, you’ve barely even said those words to yourself before let alone outloud.

before you made it to the door his hand reached and gripped onto yours, forcing your body to pivot back into his. you eyes bore onto riki’s, his face getting inches closer as he stood fully, slowly, until he towered over you with squinted eyes that trailed down to your lips.

your rising heartbeat reached your ears and your body vibrated with each pump, you hoped riki couldn’t notice, you prayed riki didn’t notice. your senses were heightened times ten and for the first time ever you regretted smoking because why could you feel everything—every emotion swirling in the pits of your stomach threatening to spill through your mouth.

he opened his mouth and his breath hitched. with a free hand he ran through his unruly bed head, gaze flickering elsewhere for a few moments until he landed back on you.

oh shit. oh fuck. oh shit.

the wind chimes clanked against each other in the wind. you scrunched your toes against the floor of your sandal, trying to ground yourself, trying to feel real.

“i love you and i’ll never leave you. ever.” his whisper was the last thing you heard before he moved in closer, pink lips slotting between yours in a deep and hungry kiss.

you leaned back, eyebrows furrowing and throat humming in his as your lips moved against each other, devouring, starving. his hand slid under your jaw and his thumb pulled the corner of your mouth down to open it up more, tongue slipping and pushing into yours.

riki was a man of few words, only going on tangents when he was really passionate about something.

he must’ve been really passionate about this.

you hadn’t realized you were moving ‘til your back hit the screen door, bouncing riki’s lips off yours but he chased after you like it was the last time he’d ever taste them again.

weed. peach tea. a faint taste of caramel candy. all from riki’s mouth. all from yours. bitter and sweet, like your relationship to each other.

a groan slipped past your lips as his hand found its way to your leg, lifting it and pressing it into his side, his body pressing deeper into yours.

it was impossible to think of anything else but riki in this moment, but the blinking light directed over the door had you pushing him back. he hummed, confused, lips pouting and glistening with spit.

you jerked your head over to the security camera and brushed off your clothes. you had half a mind to feel embarrassed, the other part still riding off the high of hormones and marijuana.

he nodded, out of breath just as you were and reached down to grab the half burned joint, damn near a roach at this point.

“finish this in bed?” he mumbled, grabbing your rolling tray with the same hand.

smiling, you nodded back, cheeks red and warm, eyes red and shiny.

a/n broke my 6 day t break clap if you care

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (V)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWO is here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and this is part five💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Batman had a meeting! Danny acquired age appropriate enrichment toys. All is well. You know. Except for the everything else. But it’s fine and MM is on his way so it’ll all be great soon for sure! :)

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my awful attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

One…Morning? Evening?

Well. One day, Danny rediscovers his tongue.

Most of the muscle is there. Things taste better after he remembers how to taste.

(If everything tastes like iron, well…Danny tries to ignore that.)

Its main function is social. When Danny needs the quiet humans he can’t see to Shut Up or Go Away!, it is now within his power to blow a raspberry.

A slightly bloody raspberry. But still! A success! And when the fuzzy red human buzzes and whines about scaring them off, Danny blows it one too.

If all it does is make the human cry more, hey. That’s not Danny’s business.

*

The buzzy human comes back with its friends, with fresh sheets, spilling nervousembaras!sednervous all over the room.

Blech. Danny saves himself the trouble and phases through his bed and through the floor below. He does not need to be grabbed again.

He has more energy than he used to. It gets him farther than he’s used to; by the time he finds and works his way through an apple, a pear, and a whole plate of chicken wings, he’s still not sleepy.

…Huh. He rolls over underneath his usual haunt: a conference table. He isn’t feeling the urge to drop into his core. He’s achy, sure, and his limbs hurt and his mouth hurts from eating and he can’t see, but also…

Is Danny bored? Is he finally well enough to be bored of being sick and injured?? That’s. Is that progress? Is it…regression??

Danny sulks under his conference table (his now) with a pile of chicken bones and a few stems and doesn’t know what to do.

If he goes back to his bed…will the sheets already be done? Will people be waiting to get him? Did he lose his…ugh, he doesn’t want to think of them as toys. His…enrichment? Educational tools?

…Okay they might be toys. Whatever. When Danny feels better, he’ll grab something more age appropriate. Maybe he’ll get them from his—

Danny flinches.

…From his house.

If he can get there.

Whatever. He doesn’t want to think about that right now. He wants to figure out how to get rid of his trash without revealing his location. Or leave his conference table shelter.

Danny drums his claws against the low-pile carpet that stretches below him. Should he stay? Rest up? Wait for the threats to his admittedly-kinda-pathetic territory to leave? Should he…go get more food? Should he explore more? He feels all kinds of sore and tired but his head mostly feels clear. Maybe if he—

There’s a hissing noise. Danny bristles. He hisses in like, but—oh. It’s a door.

…Oh. It’s the door.

Uh oh. That’s um. That’s.

Uh oh.

Danny quickly pretends that he hadn’t hissed. He invisibly pushes the top of his head through the thick wood of the conference table. They shouldn’t be able to see anything if he peeks.

Well. Unless they can? But if they can, that’s. Uh. That’s a whole new problem.

Several tall, colorful, adult humans walk into the room. He can’t quite tell how many. Just a bunch. And they’re tall. But hey, they’re color coordinated for easier determination, at least.

Danny lowers himself back down through the table. Should he leave? Will they see him if he tries to leave? Can they spot him?

He sits and worries and he dithers as the humans slowly surround the table and the hidden ghost underneath. Should he…should he go through the floor? Will they know he’s there? Is it even safe to get back to his cot yet?

Feet start appearing underneath the table. Danny shies away from them. He pulls his chicken bones away from them too; if they step on one, they might notice him.

Then everything gets quiet. There’s only one quiet, droning voice.

So maybe Danny peeks again.

There’s a giant shadow at the front. It’s probably human. It has black arms and black legs and a patch of what is probably skin in his very fuzzy vision. It stands beside a lit screen.

Danny squints.

…Oh. He can’t quite tell what it’s about, or what’s exactly is being shown on the screen, but he knows what a powerpoint presentation is supposed to look like: a person, a lot of talking, a screen, and a lot of people listening. They’re just…talking. They’re not even talking about Danny.

Okay. He’ll rest under the table. It seems…safe enough for now.

It’s better to listen to human heartbeats and breathing in a room than it is to sit in his silent one, waiting for some new horror to break the everpresent quiet. Danny lays on his belly, nose to the carpet, and counts how many feet are under the table. (There are sixteen feet.) Some humans are wearing real shoes, with inch-thick soles of hard rubber at the bottom. Some are wearing things that look like shoes, but are too flexible, with soft soles that bend and curl as they flex under the table. Very few of them have laces or fixtures. Huh.

A wrapper falls. Danny watches the ball of foil flutter to the floor, at peace with his position, tired of inspecting shoes. And then a face pops down.

Danny freezes. (It’s not the smartest move.)

The face that popped down probably sees him back, considering how still it goes. And then, very slowly, so slowly, a hand reaches down. Danny flinches back, and—

…It grabs the wrapper. The adult carefully gets back up. The face disappears.

Danny doesn’t move. Danny doesn’t leave. Danny doesn’t breathe.

He waits. The human slowly goes back to tapping its toes, wiggling in its seat—and vibrating, in a way that says bored/bored/bored the way the younger human sometimes does.

…No one says anything. No one does anything. No one jumps under the table to get him, there isn’t a break in the speaker that indicates identifying Danny as Present, or as A Problem. Danny is simply…hidden.

He should leave. It would be smart to leave. Danny would be safer if he left.

But also.

Maybe.

This might be the first time he’s been so close to humans in so long.

They don’t know he’s here. It should be…safe. If he just. Listens to the indistinct sound of human voices. Let them wash over him, like a radio left on in the other room.

Danny’s sated. He’s achy. He’s bored. He’s sad. He’s lonely.

…He stays.

He doesn’t notice his humming or the quiet purr in his chest before the hand comes back down again. Danny flinches away from it, the hum guttering to a stop where it had laid.

There’s something about its hand. The hand came down, before, but now there’s something more to it. Another color—a darker color. It’s hard to tell in the shadow underneath the desk. Maybe a—green? A blue? Maybe?

The hand shifts, just a little. And then the thing comes flying at him. Danny jolts backwards, digging his claws into the mere millimeters of carpeting underneath him, and—

Oh. The thing isn’t moving. It hasn’t even exploded.

Danny reaches out a hand. Taps it, gently. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t attack him. It doesn’t excrete anything acidic or bite him. He sniffs it, just to be doubly sure, and nope. It smells like plastic. The wrapper crunches under his hands, even when everything sounds mute and muffled. The noise is borderline imaginary, so Danny can’t exactly tell what it sounds like when he plays with the little plastic flaps.

He can tell what it is now, though. The food bar goes down whole, wrapper and all, into his gullet.

Nice. The outside tastes bad, of course, but it’s nice.

The hand goes away, and no one bothers Danny. It’s nice. There are voices, but they aren’t yelling. They aren’t mean to him. They aren’t talking about what his insides look like or how bad he is or how to take more pieces off of him.

…Danny’s core thrums evenly. Peacefully. Maybe he will want that nap after all. His body gets kind of grouchy when it comes to plastic. He can pretend that it isn’t grumpy with his improvised diet with a nap.

Danny curls up on the floor, core beating along with the quick and even taptaptaptaptap fluttering of a too-quick human heart, and settles in for a quiet one.

(When he wakes up again, no one is around to see him throw out his chicken bones in the tiny trash receptacle by the doorway.)

(His toys and new sheets are all there when Danny gets back to his cot.)

(He’s too relieved to do anything but take a second nap.)

*

“So,” Wally tries, leaning against the wall. “The… Alien? Extraterrestrial?”

Barry shrugs. Fishes a cheeto out of his bag. “Bart’s been calling it a ghoul. They crashed half a mile off the Kent farm a little after you popped out of the Speedforce; there’s a huge chance something happened to them as part of the temporal anomaly.”

“Happened as in…?”

“Yeah.” Barry takes another cheeto. “Bad.”

And theeeere is the visible guilt. There isn’t exactly any great way for Wally to feel after his unintentional resurrection led to an unintentional…something else.

“…Ah.”

Barry shrugs. There isn’t anything they can do about it; short of rewinding time and shoving Wally back into the Speedforce, which has been shoved off the table with a great deal of force by all of the man’s former teammates, there’s no way to undo the accident that landed the poor alien smacking straight into good-old-fashioned American dirt.

“Don’t worry about the way it happened. It wasn’t your fault, and it sure wasn’t intentional on your part,” Barry points out, and offers the bag of Cheetos towards Wally. The snack is gone in microseconds. The curse of speedsters is really footing the bill of all their emotional eating.

“So, they’re…do we know what they are? Because they definitely shapeshifted fangs as soon as I found their little—whatever that is. Container? Unit? Under the table.” Wally traces the vague shape of the thing’s cerulean heart in the air. “One second I was holding a glass paperweight, and the next I was on the opposite end of a very angry shadow-snake. I think they would have done worse than bit me if it hadn’t had a clear escape route out of there.”

Barry balls the empty bag and shoves it into a pocket. If he litters in the Watchtower, it’s going to be water cooler gossip for years. Bats would never let anyone defile his super cool, super-secret base with garbage without his own form of petty revenge. “Medical says it likely serves as an organ for him,” he says instead, since monologue about how inconvenient it is to be held responsible for his own actions wouldn’t be professional. “So. Think of it less as a container; think of it more as a turtle shell. Medical is pretty sure it’s a part of their body. Messing with it would really hurt them.”

“Yeowch.”

“Mmhmm. One micro-sec.” Barry darts out and away from his nephew; he just remembered he has bottled smoothies in his room. In the time it takes him to fetch two from his mini-fridge—one of his favorite flavor and one of Wally’s—and circle back, the dust motes in the air have hardly even realized he’s gone. They hardly drift even upon his return. “Here.”

Wally catches it easily. To anyone else, Barry would barely have blinked away. To any other Speedster…Barry knows intimately how lethargic and thick time feels against his skull. Slowing down to a mortal, human speed can feel maddening. Sore. Viscerally and bone-shatteringly wrong in his skin, maybe.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” Barry would do that and more for his family.

They drink their smoothies.

“You know,” Barry breaks back in, the thoughts of their previous conversation looming lightly in his mind, “Medical says that the fact that we sometimes see their—let’s call it a core—is really, really bad. It’s not a shock that they’re hiding. It would be like climbing in a closet when you’re so vulnerable that you don’t feel like you can defend yourself.”

The rim of Wally’s smoothie bottle drops from his lips. The man frowns. “Oh?”

Barry shrugs. “Imagine losing your skull so that your brain is exposed all the time. Imagine being a cell and having your cell wall break so your nucleus is exposed?”

They both wince at the image.

“Oh boy. And Bart is…playing? With that entity?”

His uncle snorts. “You tell me. I think you’ve seen more of them than I have at the moment. All I did was catch them hanging out in a conference room. I have to admit, the purring can get a little loud in the…” he makes a vague gesture that could mean anything from room to atmosphere to Speedforce.

Wally’s been mostly of the same mind—the physics of the entity, whatever they are, aren’t specifically third-dimensional. It might be related to how they only sometimes manifest, or how they manifest with only partial corporeality.

“It’s been at least some play and some games for him, I’m sure,” Wally admits, a smile pulling at his mouth nevertheless. “I spotted him going through a stim toy website before he suddenly and mysteriously had a mission on the other side of the planet. But I think most of his concern is the…”

Wally winces at the thought of the myriad of medical issues the entity’s faced since his arrival to Earth. Barry’s wince stretches to match. They both saw the report.

“…So it’s been a lot of food on Bart’s part. A lot of managing his care of them too; Superboy and Rob aren’t the most straightforward team in the world, but I think they’re largely keeping Bart in check on this one— not that they’re on base as much as Bart is.”

Wally smiles. It’s not a very happy smile, or very relieved of his earlier guilt, but it’s a smile nevertheless. That’s fine. Barry’ll work on the rest on Sunday; they’re due for a good luncheon out somewhere nice. Their JLA-approved food budget can foot the bill. Maybe…Indian? There’s got to be good food in Delhi they haven’t tried yet.

“At least J’onn’s back on base next week.” Wally sighs, crooked and a little weary. “Maybe this will finally get them to stop running every time someone gets within forty feet of them. Like, they realize they’re losing vital fluids, right? Wait, is Bart even giving them any water?”

“…I’m going to hold off on that worrying thought. I have a different one I’m sweating over. Do we even know if Bart will let our resident telepath get within forty feet of his new playmate?”

Wally groans, face in his hands. Barry can’t help but laugh a little—perhaps tinged with desperation.

Sidekicks. Always with the new problems. At least last time they had this problem, Kon could talk.

[paimonial-rage]

do-over- kaveh

[random writing event] | requested by @crane1000

Honestly, you didn’t know how it turned out like this with your chin tilted up in his hand and his lovely face so close to yours. You could feel his breath against your lips as his vermillion eyes narrowed so as to drink in the sight of you better. Really, if it were anyone else, your heart would have skipped a beat. But because it was him… You pouted.

“Will you stop moving? Do you want me to mess up?” He huffed as he pulled back.

You turned away with an upturned nose.

“You’re the one that wanted to give me a do-over. I didn’t ask for this,” you shot back.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“I know, but could you at least try to cooperate? This is more for you than it is for me.”

After a few moments of contemplation, you finally turned back to him and leaned forward. Taking your chin in his hand and tilting it up once more, he began brushing blush onto your cheeks.

Your eyes trailed up and across his face. He really was an attractive man, wasn’t he? Beautiful, even. From his long eyelashes to the length of his nose, the narrowness of his chin—everything about him was stunning. Even from this close up, there was not a blemish nor flaw to be seen. With a face like that, you couldn’t understand how he didn’t spend every moment fussing over it. You definitely would.

Taking the tube of lip gloss on your right with your free hand, you used your other to push him back. Though confusion raised within his lovely eyes, you simply smiled as you crawled forward into his lap. Your eyes narrowed in delight as pink began to taint his cheeks as he leaned back even more into the sofa behind him. What a handsome man. He simply was adorable.

“What… are you doing…?” He asked, confusion evident in his voice.

But you kept that smile on your face as you twisted open the lip gloss and pulled out the stick to reveal its color. It was a soft pink, a rather beautiful color if you had to say so. Taking his chin between the fingers of your free hand, you tilted his chin ever so slightly up as you leaned in close. The flush upon his cheeks seemed to darken then.

“Don’t move, okay? And purse your lips, yes, just like that.”

And with that, you began to paint the gloss upon his lips, making sure to trace within the lines of its contours and curves. Once finished, you pulled back to admire your work.

“Now press your lips together, hm? Yes, perfect,” you praised. “Just as I thought. It’s a lovely color on you.”

You wanted to laugh as you observed his expression. His mouth was gaping like a fish while panic swirled about in his eyes. He couldn’t even speak. You knew you were bullying him, but you really couldn’t help it. Even though you were dating, you still could fluster him just like this. The rush it gave only made you want to push it even farther.

So tilting his chin up once more, your eyes narrowed with pleasure.

“I wonder if that color would look nice on me,” you mumbled, before leaning in close, letting your breath brush softly against his lips.

“Shall I check…?”

When your lips finally brushed against his, a whimper rose in his throat as his arms came around you causing you to smile. Keeping your touch light, you slanted your lips against his and felt him melt against you. In the back of your mind, you wonder if he knows how perfect he truly is and how he’s the only one that can make you like this.

So when you finally pull back, you can’t help but smile as he looks upon you, adoration evident in his eyes.

“So? How do I look?”

He didn’t hesitate to respond.

“Beautiful.”

[sunnyy3d]

Hi again

Ok so I am currently obsessed with Matt smith and Alex Kingston so I wanted to know if you would write a 11th/river/reader fanfic where the reader is a companion that just started travelling with them but for some reason she is immortal and always finds them but she doesn’t totally understand how the meeting keeps happening between them all so she just jumped from a new tune where she was happily married to the doctor and river but now she meets river/melody who doesn’t know her yet and she gets jealous bc she over heard them talking about another girl(her just younger) and it leads to the doctor having to explain to her that they aren’t at that time yet and river gifts her a journal so she can write down where and how they keep meeting hopefully this makes enough sense and you would want to write it I just want some fluff/cuteness along with confusion on time travel

Timeless Love| 11th Doctor x River x Reader

A/N: Requests open! (Obviously)

God, I'm so nauseous. Will I ever get used to that? I really wish that I had my own TARDIS; it'd be so much better than a vortex manipulator. The Doctor calls it "cheap and nasty time travel," and he's not wrong. Of course, I'll never let him know that, though.

I let the dizziness subside before opening my eyes. I'm facing a wall? I've gotta go through the checklist. Okay, first is smell. It smells... old? Like antiques and dust. Why is smell first anyway? The second is hearing. I hear sirens, which leads to the next part: sight. To go with the sirens, I see a red flashing light coming from a bulb farther up the wall. That's always a good sign! Last but not least, the 360. Well, it's more like a 180, but that's beside the point. I spin only to find a gun pointed at my head. My smile immediately drops, the excitement of being in a new environment being replaced with dread. What have I gotten myself into this time?

"Oi, don't touch the fez! Wait, no, don't take it," I hear from behind the brute holding the gun.

"Don't listen to him. Please take the fez," I'd recognize those voices from anywhere. Especially the sarcasm... It only makes sense that they're around when I find myself in trouble. I can't let myself get distracted; this is a life-or-death situation. Just do what The Doctor taught you. Be rational and observe.

Peering past the gun, I see a creature I've never seen before in my time with The Doctor. This thing is enormous, at least a foot or two taller than me. They (it?) have on a suit of armor--similar to what would be found back on Earth-- that obscures its face. Maybe it's a security guard? It would make sense, considering that behind it are glass cases that hold artifacts.

Regardless, this creature's sheer size means I can't fight it. At least not successfully. That throws all of the self-defense skills River taught me out of the window. I really wish she was here. Oh wait... she is. I'll just have to play the innocent card. It shouldn't be hard, considering that I am innocent. I put my hands up beside my head as a sign of surrender, careful to go at a speed that's not threatening. "I just got here, I swear. I have no idea what's going on," I reason. I have a feeling that it's not gonna work well.

"Oh, look who it is! Where have you been?" Looking past the guard, I spot The Doctor and River being led in by another guard.

I sigh, "It's not what it looks like."

"It's exactly what it looks like!" The Doctor interrupts with his stupid smile.

"Honey, can you shut please? I kinda have a gun in my face right now," I plead.

"Oh right..."

"Excuse me, sir?" River distracts the guard in front of me.

"We're going to have to ask you to put that gun down. Darling, you might want to duck." Without even thinking, I follow her instructions. I trust River and The Doctor with my life. What kind of wife would I be otherwise? Being stuck between the wall and the fight, I have no choice but to crawl away.

I'm hiding behind one of the cases when The Doctor comes around the corner, disheveled and panting. It's a good look at him. His hair is messy before he runs a hand through it and flashes his signature smile. God, I could kiss him. But now's not the time. We're in the middle of a fight. I say we, but I really mean River. "What are you doing?" I yell.

"I could ask you the same thing!" Loud shots hit the walls around us. I peek around the corner and see two more guards have shown up as reinforcement.

A bullet flies past my head, and I quickly take my retreat behind the case. "Look! We'll have to save this conversation for after we get out of whatever situation you got us into this time. River needs help." The Doctor gives me an offended look.

"River does NOT need help, no thanks to you guys," she says sarcastically.

The Doctor and I come out from behind the case. "What are you guys even doing here?" I ask with my hands on my hips.

"Uhh... we're picking something up," The Doctor answers nervously. I nod, my lips drawing into a thin line as I give him a skeptical hum. It's probably not worth questioning, and I probably won't get a straight answer.

"And you are?" River questions, looking me up and down. Even after being with her for a while, I still get butterflies when she looks at me like that.

But the butterflies are scooped up by my confusion. "What do you mean, River? We've been-"

"SPOILERS," The Doctor interjects. "If you'll just give us a moment, please?" I nod as he drags River away. They huddle together with their backs facing me. Clearly, I'm not supposed to hear this conversation, but it doesn't stop me from trying. Unfortunately, they're just out of earshot, so I can only hear a few words.

Focusing on their conversation, I piece together some parts. "She's... beautiful... amazing... younger... she's like..." The Doctor explains with expressive hands. Occasionally, River glances back at me with a smile.

Who are they talking about like that? It has to be someone special. Why else would they keep it a secret from me? More importantly, why is River saying she doesn't know me? Has she had her memory wiped? Clearly, The Doctor knows who I am, but he's also acting weird. What has happened to our marriage? Did all of the intimate moments that we shared go down the drain? All the adventures forgotten?

I'm so lost in thought that it takes me a second to realize that they've finished their conversation and have started walking back towards me. I quickly stand straight, suddenly incredibly self conscious. I cross my arms and frown, "So, who's this mystery woman and why did you have to talk about her in secret?" I know my words reek of jealousy, but I can't help it. We've been married for so long, and yet here they are talking about some other woman.

The Doctor sighs, thinking about how he should respond. "We were talking about you. I know it might not make too much sense right now, but River and I aren't in the same timeline as you."

"This is actually my first time meeting you, I'm afraid. Though I'm sure it won't be the last," River looks me up and down with a smirk. I blush and look away. Even if this is her first time meeting me, she still has to flirt.

Everything is starting to make sense now. All of the times when The Doctor or River thought that they had done something with me but hadn't. Or when they'd forget simple things. It's not that they forgot; it just hadn't happened to them yet. Why didn't I think of this before? And why hadn't they explained this to me earlier? Why does time have to be so complicated?

"This happens all of the time with me and River. It's honestly quite annoying to figure out," The Doctor chuckles.

"You know, that actually makes a lot of sense. Things are starting to come together now. That explains why you guys are so confusing sometimes. Sorry, extra confusing sometimes." The couple laughs before River holds up her finger, saying hold on and grabbing her bag off her back. She rummages through it momentarily before letting out a small 'aha.' I look at The Doctor with my eyebrows scrunched in confusion. He only shrugs. River pulls out what she was looking for. I see a look of recognition flash across The Doctor's face before I can tell what it is.

"Here," she holds out a book. It's a royal blue and has squares on it like the TARDIS. It looks naturally worn, its deckled pages ready to hold a story. "I have a smiliar journal. I use it to keep track of my encounters with this idiot. Maybe you can do the same?" She suggests with a warm smile.

From this distance, I can see how young she is. Though she doesn't look much different, her eyes tell a different story. They have more youth to them, more innocence. Let's be honest: River has never truly been innocent. But she is more innocent than the River that I know best. I smile as I take the journal in my hands. It's perfect. It'll be easy to carry around, and it is absolutely gorgeous.

So much has yet to come for The Doctor and River, both terrible and happy. And even though I have lived through things that they haven't, they have lived through things that I haven't. This book will hold stories that cannot be shared with the ones I love the most. If I were to share it, it could ruin everyone's timeline. Time is a delicate balance of... wibbly, wobbly, timey, wimey... stuff. Okay, I'll admit that wasn't the most eloquent I have been, but it'll have to do.

With a smile, I look up at my husband and wife (well, future for them), "Thank you. I have a feeling that I'll be using this a lot."

[the-final-sif]

c!Dream is off on a mission, to a location he does not know, for a purpose he does not know, but it’s probably not dangerous, and he also brought snacks so it should work out in the end. Honestly, given his poor map reading skills, the lack of direction isn’t that different from normal.

When Dream started his mission to… somewhere, he hadn’t been expecting it to feel so different.

Unlike his usual adventures, full of sidetracks and distractions, he found his feet pulled forward. His body almost moved as if it had a mind of his own as something called for him. Faintly but desperately. Like a ghost screaming and clawing at his skin, but only coming across as a gust of wind.

He couldn’t say how long he walked for. Time faded away, the light stopped mattering, the sights and sounds blended together until-

Until he reached it.

The entrance to a cave, made of rock he’d never seen before. It was perfectly smooth, like river rocks, but it shimmered like crystals. Every time he looked, it was a different color. Refracting and reflecting light until you lost yourself looking at it.

It was huge. It was narrow. It was more than big enough to fit him. It felt like it might consume him.

The call was coming from the cave, but equally just looking at the cave felt like he was doing something wrong. Like he wasn’t really supposed to be here, even though he’d been called.

Taking a deep breath, Dream strode forward. Holding his head high and hoping his mask would keep him safe, like XD had promised it would.

Inside the cave, there was no air. Inside the cave, Dream didn’t need to breathe. He forgot how to.

The only thing he could remember was how to put one foot in front of the other.

There was no sound, not even his own footsteps. There was no light. He could see just fine. He could not understand what he was seeing.

Whatever was under his feet was no longer rock. Maybe it never had been. He still didn’t know what color it was.

Deeper and deeper into the cave he went, nothing changing but the feeling in his chest of something approaching. Something watching him. Something was waiting for him. He didn’t know if he wanted it to find him.

Dream was pretty sure he didn’t have a choice.

Finally, he stopped. Unable to walk any further. He was here.

In front of him was…

Well it looked like a pond. But it wasn’t full of water.

It was full of void, deadly still and frozen.

Without thinking, he knelt at its shore.

The room felt stagnant, empty, neglected.

And then..

He felt- not one but two somethings join him in the room. No- they had been there the entire time.

Is this it? The one we’ve been waiting for.

Yes. It feels strange, but it is the one.

It does not feel like the ones that came before. Something’s different.

It is meant to be this way. It is the one. It is meant to be different. It would not survive if it were the same.

This one has survived. It has come to us at last. We’ve been waiting a very long time for it.

I told you it would come, eventually.

I know. The waiting was still long. But it has come. It is here now. It’s time to begin again.

It can hear us. Let’s not make it wait. It has not yet won. It has so much to do.

I know. I wish it were easier. It has already come so far.

It has come far, and we will watch where it goes. We cannot make it easier, but we will be there to witness its story unfold.

“Um, my name is Dream.”

Dream wasn’t quite how he managed to speak, but he did. He could feel- surprise? shock? delight? Silence from the voices reverberating through his skull. Only for a moment though.

Our apologies, little Dream. You’ve come very far. You have much farther to go.

“I know. XD told me. He said this was the first step. Can I ask a question?”

You seem to be able to. Although our answers may not satisfy you. We must speak carefully. We are not here to shape you.

Never. We are here to watch, we are here to witness. So that you know the universe is with you.

“Okay, well, I know I was supposed to come here. I assume there’s something I’m supposed to do, like a task or something? But uh, before that, you guys seem to know a lot. Like about everything.”

We are everything. Everything you see, everything you feel, everything reaching out and holding you close.

We have been here a very long time. We will be here for a very long tmie, here to witness you, little Dream.

“Okay, well if you know a lot about everything, do you have any ideas about what I could get XD for Christmas? I really wanted to try to get him something, but he seems to be able to conjure anything. There has to be something that he wants though! Any ideas?”

There was a long pause, Dream almost thought the voices were gone, and then he felt something like laughter, like a breeze ruffling his hair, like a baby bird’s first awkward attempt at flight. Not cruel, soft, but chaotic.

We could-

Shush, Dream can still hear us. Speak with care.

I know. But he has asked. Can we not share this much?

XD would love any gift you brought him, he loves you. He can create any material, but only you give him something that communicates your love.

If he’d been able to, Dream would’ve rolled his eyes.

“I know, but I want it to actually be special. There has to be something that I could get that he can’t get on his own. I know it must exist!”

The voices paused again, only for a moment this time.

There is something you could get him, little Dream. But it is a very difficult task. It is very dangerous.

He is still small. The challenge is great.

That is not our choice to make.

“Wait, what is it? I can handle it! XD has been training me for years! Also I'm not that small! I'm a whole foot taller than Sapnap!”

If we tell him, we have made his choice.

What about a story then?

We could try a story. They are safer. Not entirely safe, nothing can be entirely safe. But safer.

Yes, let’s try.

The story starts with a boy. Young, small, but very brave. He was made of love, of new ideas. Dangerous new ideas.

The boy set out on a quest, dreams had haunted him at night, driving him forward until he found a dying world.

The world was dying because it was being poisoned by a monster. A great beast that had lost itself, that was in pain, that had already told its story but hadn’t yet been freed. It wasn’t allowed to wake up, to start a new dream.

The boy was very small, but very brave. Full of love for the world. Made of that love. He couldn’t stand to see the world hurt. So he set out to free the monster.

He used a weapon made of teeth, found deep in a strange place outside of the universe most people know. Given to him when he started his quest. Teeth and bone from the emptiness that stretches from one universe to the next. The maw of the nothing that binds everything. The only thing that could wake up the monster.

It was a long and hard fight. The monster was hurt, it was lashing out, it was too lost to understand that the boy was doing what it needed. But the boy managed to strike a final blow, sunk the teeth of the nothing in between everything into the monster and set it free. So it’s dream could start anew.

This was not the boy’s final quest, it was his first. It changed him. He was still made of love, but a new kind of love. Changed, as all things are by their experiences. He was something new.

The boy completed his quests, and each changed him more. At the end, he came out victorious, a brave monsterslayer. Feared and revered for his skill. He had everything he could ever want.

Almost.

Almost, you see, he was full of love, surrounded by others, but he felt alone. Nobody else could slay a monster like he had. His accomplishment isolated him. He wanted very badly to find someone else that could slay monsters like him. That could do what he could do. Someone else who was full of love and dangerous new ideas.

The universe felt sad for him, but it could not take his sadness. It could only witness the boy in his loneliness.

“What was his name?” Dream asked, trying to puzzle out the story he was being told. He thought he might understand, but he wanted to be sure.

You would need to ask him.

It is not our place to name others. Only to know their name. Only to witness them.

“Did the boy find someone else? Someone else who could slay monsters?”

That is your choice, little Dream. The story isn’t over yet.

We are almost out of time.

“Will I meet you again?”

We are the universe, and you are part of it. You will never be apart from us.

We might speak again, one day. But for now, it’s time for you to return to your story.

Wake up, little Dream.

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You broke me first

part 27

cill: bad news.

zoe: uhoh. what?

Zoe hated text messages like this. It’s bad enough he was leaving soon, how much worse can it get?

cill: it was more than just a wardrobe fitting.

Zoe: ???

cill:

Zoe laughed at the picture, staring at the signature pesky haircut he’s been subjected to all this time during this series. He hated it, he hated the upkeep, and he hated growing it out. Zoe knew he was relishing in the last couple of days of his normal hair before the inevitable happened.

Zoe: wow they really went short on the sides! Better wear a hat you’re gonna catch cold over there.

Cill: i’ll be living in hoodies with the hood up for the foreseeable future.

cill: how you feeling, bunny?

Zoe had taken a sick day from work today. She didn’t feel good, had the chills, and had zero appetite. She was camped out on the couch with a cozy blanket, a cup of tea and the remote while being under the care of her trusty live-in nurse - Scout, of course.

Zoe: a bit better. definitely a lot better than this morning. Scout has been taking care of me. Might actually take him out in a bit and get fresh air.

cill: don’t go outside if you’re sick. i’ll do it when i get home. did you eat anything?

Zoe’s heart still fluttered when he said home. THEIR home, where they live together, even if it’s just the time being.

zoe: i had some ramen noodles for lunch. maybe ill take a bath. i want to change the sheets too just in case whatever i have is contagious, dont need you getting sick.

cill: i’ll take care of the sheets and Scout. you just rest and take a bath. when i get home we’ll talk about dinner.

Zoe: can i suggest a pizza?

cill: not a chance.

zoe: worth a shot.

Zoe smiled and put her phone down on the couch. She looked at scout who was laying the couch by her feet sound asleep. She sighed and was hoping he’d want to go out.

“Scout… hey, wanna go out, boy?” Zoe whispered, nudging the sleeping dog with her foot.

Scout yawned, looked at her, and rolled over and went back to sleep, facing away from her.

“sheesh, okay then,” Zoe mumbled. she peeled back the blanket she was under and stood up to stretch. She was still in her pajamas, which was a baggy band t-shirt that came down to just above her knees. She hadn’t showered yet, was sure she smelled gross and she definitely felt gross. She made her way to the linen closet and pulled out a fresh towel and made her way to the bathroom.

She hasn’t been able to take a bath since she took a bath at Cillian’s in his ginormous, pristine, white bathtub. Her bathroom seemed small and dirty, and didn’t seem as relaxing as Cillian’s bathroom felt. But, she knew the warm water would make her feel better, so she decided to make the best of it, as she turned on the hot water faucet. She decided to grab a bath bomb and a lavender candle to make it more cozier.

She stripped off her T-shirt and panties and lowered herself into the warm water after dropping the bath bomb in. She had the candle lit on the corner of the edge of the tub and she was already starting to smell the lavender fill the room. She cursed herself for forgetting a second towel to fold and use as a pillow for her head, so her dirty T-shirt would have to suffice.

She relaxed and lowered herself even lower into the water, exhaling and closing her eyes. Her tub made Cillian’s look like an olympic sized swimming pool, and she had to bend her knees out of the water.

“If i close my eyes and pretend im anywhere else, its not so bad,” Zoe thought, feeling the water gently slosh around her legs. She heard the jingle of metal on metal, and she opened one eye to see where it was coming from. She was greeted by two big brown eyes staring back at her from the bathroom door.

“don’t tell me NOW you wanna go out,” Zoe said to Scout. Instead, he nudged the door open farther and made his way into the bathroom, peeking into the tub. Zoe pat his head, thinking he wanted some attention. Once he realized she was wet, he cowered away from her hand. He instead circled on the rug outside the tub and lay down, seemingly wanting to nap close to her.

“awww,” Zoe said softly, closing her eyes again. “good boy.”

-

“hey.. baby.. hey.. HEY,”

Zoe jolted awake, water sloshing over the edge of the tub. She opened her eyes to Cillian kneeling next to her on the outside of the tub, hand gently shaking her shoulder.

“I forget you sleep like a rock. I was calling your name when i came home, and i found you in the bathtub like this,” Cillian laughed.

Zoe sat up and awkwardly stretched, her neck now in pain from the awkward angle.

“I didn’t think i’d doze off, I just wanted a quick dip to warm me up”

Cillian looked at his watch. “well, you texted me saying you were taking a bath 2 hours ago, and that water is barely warm anymore,” he said, standing up and grabbing the towel she had placed on the vanity earlier. he opened it in his hands and walked towards the tub. “come on, up.”

Zoe stood up and started shivering almost immediately. Cillian was quick to wrap the towel over her, rubbing her arms to warm her up. He then opened his arms and took her into them, holding her against his body.

“Can’t have you drowning on me, I’d miss you too much,” he said into her hair, giving her a kiss to her temple.

“I miss your bathtub in your old house,” Zoe mumbled. “That was heaven.”

“I’ll build you a bigger bathtub in the new house,” Cillian mumbled back.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just hard to come back to what you’ve always known once you had a taste of luxury, that’s all i’m saying” Zoe replied.

“well when we’re in the new house you won’t have to worry about taking baths in small bathtubs again,” Cillian said giving her a quick kiss. “I stopped at that restaurant you like in the next town over and brought home some soup for you, and something for myself. I’m gonna walk Scout to the corner quick so he can pee, you get changed and meet in the living room, yeah?”

Zoe smiled. “thank you. that sounds good.”

Cillian walked out of the bathroom towards where Scout was and grabbed his leash while Zoe made her way to her bedroom. She grabbed some new underwear, some sweatpants and one of Cillian’s old T-shirts that would be extra baggy and extra comfortable. She put on some socks and made her way to the living room where she saw the takeout containers on the coffee table.

Zoe went to grab some bowls, plates and utensils and placed them on the coffee table. She grabbed bottle of water for herself and Cillian and made herself cozy on the couch.

While she was trying to find something to watch, Cillian came home with Scout. Scout ran to his basket of toys and pulled out a plush giraffe and began shaking it.

“Dog has so much energy, i swear we RAN home,” Cillian said, kicking off his shoes. He made himself comfortable next to Zoe and started unwrapping the containers.

“How did everything else go today?” Zoe asked, ignoring his shaved head. She already knew how that went.

“ummm…” Cillian started, hesitant to continue. If he was trying to hide something from Zoe, she picked up on it immediately. Something was up.

“what?”

“Well, for one, your magazine called. They said I have to do the interview all over again, with someone else,” Cillian said.

“that sucks, did they tell you who?”

“Some girl named Cindy? Cynthia?”

Zoe groaned. “great. good luck with that one. Where i ended up in bed with you by accident, she’ll try and sleep with you for real,” Zoe said.

“I think it’s over Zoom so you have nothing to worry about,” Cillian laughed.

Cillian cut up some chicken and took a bite. After swallowing, he continued.

“there’s uh… there’s more”

Zoe sat in silence, waiting for him to continue.

“My manager, Mary, is going out on maternity leave, and we’ve been having a hard time trying to find someone in the interim, but her and Hannah went to the same college or sorority or whatever, and she volunteered to do it while Mary is out. So Hannah is gonna be glued to my hip for the next couple of months. And apparently … I’m leaving for London on Monday.” Cillian said the last part very fast and very softly.

Zoe could hear her heartbeat in her ears.

be cool, be cool, be cool.

“oh wow… monday? that’s … in 3 days.” Zoe said.

Cillian put his fork down and grabbed her hand.

“I know, love, but it’s not permanent you know that. and we’ll talk every day. multiple times a day. I’m coming back.”

“i know.” Zoe said, forcing a smile. “I’ll coordinate stuff for the house for you while you’re gone, with all the furniture deliveries and stuff.”

“I appreciate it. thanks love. I already made you a key” he said, digging into his pocket.

“Assumed i’d help you move while you’re off being Tommy Shelby?? how’d you know i’d say yes to helping?!” Zoe joked.

Cillian smiled. “I was making you a key, regardless.” he leaned in and gave her a kiss, placing the key in her hand.

“So you and Hannah are gonna be quite the team…” Zoe continued.

“Yeah,” Cillian replied, “I had no idea she had managerial experience. But she started in the industry as a manager and pivoted into PR, so..” he continued, shrugging his shoulders.

“Cillian and Hannah, the dynamic duo,” Zoe said, taking a spoonful of soup.

“Yea,” Cillian chuckled, grabbing another mouthful of food.

“I mean, hey, what could go wrong?”

tags: @lau219 @shopgirl6us @cillianmurphyvevo @borntodiemp3

[lesbiankimdahyun]

Road trip

2.7K words

Requested: Yes 

CW: A/B/O dynamics, GP, exhibitionism 

[Alpha!Tzuyu x Alpha!Sana] 

Their weeklong getaway had been nothing short of perfection. Away in the woods, Sana and Tzuyu enjoyed the privacy and quality time that came with staying in a small cottage near one of the most scenic lakes in the area.

But the morning they were due to drive back home, Tzuyu awoke early. As she blinked, coming out of her sleep haze, she knew she was in trouble. Her rut was early– she could feel its onset, and it was going to hit in full force soon. 

She woke Sana, who immediately took in the other Alpha’s strengthened scent as she sat up in bed. 

“Oh wow,” Sana murmured, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “Do you…want me to…?” she glanced down at the morning wood in Tzuyu’s boxers, a playful smile forming on her lips. 

Tzuyu groaned. “Yes, but no.” Sana watched as the taller Alpha got up and started getting ready. “Maybe if we get on the road fast enough, we can make it home before I…” Tzuyu trailed off, looking down at her own body.

Sana pouted. “What’s the rush? We don’t have to check out for a few hours,” she said. “We could probably stay and-”

“I- I can’t do ‘probably’,” Tzuyu said, soft but firm. “Besides, we’re both Alphas. We can’t afford to have both of us in a rut in public.”

That got Sana’s attention, and she quickly got up to start packing her things. As much as she wanted to take care of Tzuyu now, she knew the younger Alpha was right. 

With her rut on its way, Tzuyu was not only a ticking time bomb for herself, but for Sana too. Any other Omegas they came into contact with, be it at a gas station or restaurant on the way home, would be all over Tzuyu within minutes once they smelled her. And if she accidentally triggered Sana’s rut and both of them were only thinking with their dicks…it was just too risky. 

A short while later, their bags were packed and they left their lakeside oasis. Their first stops were to grab coffees to go and fill up on gas, and then they hit the road. 

The first several miles were quieter than normal. Sana could not only smell Tzuyu’s increasing arousal, she could sense her nervousness about being far from the safety of home during such a vulnerable time. Normally the pair would be settling in at Tzuyu’s place for the intensity of the first forty eight hours of her rut, but they were still multiple postal codes away from being able to do that. 

Tzuyu was trying very hard to keep her thoughts on anything but her pretty Alpha partner and the growing erection in her pants, but as time went by, it became increasingly difficult.

All of the Taiwanese Alpha’s senses were heightened. When Sana casually flipped her hair from one shoulder to the other, her scent hit Tzuyu like a pile of bricks. 

Sana’s scent was comforting and alluring. It was a combination that normally was welcomed, but had suddenly become nerve-wracking given the circumstances. 

Everything in her told her to just keep looking out the window, but Tzuyu couldn’t help herself. She peeked over at Sana. 

She looks even prettier now than she did this morning, Tzuyu thought. But then again, Sana always looked extra enticing when Tzuyu was rutting. An Alpha/Alpha pair wasn’t very common to come by, but Tzuyu wouldn’t trade Sana for any Omega in the world. Her eyes wandered over Sana without shame now: her big, pretty eyes, her cute nose, her delicate hands and the way they casually held the steering wheel. Those hands would look much better, Tzuyu thought,  if they were working their way up and down the length of– 

“Tzu? You okay?” Sana’s sweet voice interrupted her thoughts. 

“Hm? Oh, y-yeah,” Tzuyu replied quickly, adjusting her position so she was facing her window instead of Sana. 

“But– how much farther?” Tzuyu asked. She was scanning the sky desperately for unique shapes in the clouds, or any signs of wildlife in the fields outside her window. 

One time, Sana, Tzuyu and a few friends of theirs had driven along a similar route for a healing weekend away. Sana and the others teased Tzuyu, trying to convince her that marshmallows grew in the fields they drove past. Her older friends loved to tease her, she was too cute to resist. Tzuyu normally smiled when looking back on that memory, but in this moment, she just felt restless. 

“We’re like 90 minutes out,” Sana said, glancing at their GPS. She reached to give Tzuyu’s thigh a reassuring squeeze, but then thought better of it. “You can keep eye fucking me if it helps,” she said, a proud smile on her face as she flipped her hair teasingly.

Tzuyu blushed. “Sana!” 

Sana giggled, giving Tzuyu’s knee a gentle pat while never taking her eyes off the road. “I mean it,” she said. “I like it when you look at me like that.” 

Tzuyu swallowed thickly. Her Alpha instincts were really starting to push their way to the front of her mind now. All Sana had done was pat her leg, and yet her cock twitched, making her squirm. 

Sana inhaled deeply from her side of the car, lightly drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. “But before you go back to eyeing me,” she cleared her throat quickly, “I think I’m gonna need to roll down a window…or two.” 

Filthy thoughts flooded Tzuyu’s brain when she heard that, and this time, she entertained them. Nothing was more satisfactory than turning another Alpha on, especially one as stunning as Sana. Tzuyu couldn’t help herself. She glanced down at Sana’s lap and immediately bit her lip. Seeing a light imprint from Sana’s hardening cock beneath her skirt made Tzuyu’s cock throb. 

The windows were down now, but even with more air flowing to disperse some of Tzuyu’s powerful scent, the two still shifted uncomfortably as they continued the drive. 

Sana didn’t know how the other Alpha was holding it together so well. They were so different in that regard: Tzuyu constantly wrestled and fought against her most animalistic Alpha urges, while Sana openly embraced hers. Sana hated taking suppressants, only taking them when absolutely necessary, whereas Tzuyu preferred to be on them most of the time, only allowing herself to rut three or four times a year. Tzuyu was more than happy to be Sana’s personal stress and rut reliever, but Sana secretly relished the rare occasions when Tzuyu came completely undone, desperate to spill herself into Sana again and again. 

“Can we pull over somewhere?” 

It was Sana, not Tzuyu, who couldn’t stand it any longer (although Tzuyu had been trying to work up the courage to ask the same question for the last five minutes). 

Tzuyu nodded eagerly, and Sana handed her phone to Tzuyu to change their route. 

“Remember that cute park reserve we stumbled upon when we were looking for a spot to eat lunch on the way up here?” Sana asked. 

It was all the information Tzuyu needed to reroute them. 

The park was mostly deserted when they pulled up. Threatening gray clouds in the distance had kept the majority of folks away for the day. 

Tzuyu’s heart raced as they parked. She was uncomfortably warm and her painfully hard cock was leaking precum, but she still couldn’t believe she was so desperate to cum that she was willing to allow Sana to pull over so they could fuck outside. 

As soon as Sana locked the SUV, she took Tzuyu by the hand and started leading her. 

“C’mere, away from the picnic area,” she said softly. 

They went further and further into the woods, away from the main trails, but the more Tzuyu’s heart raced, the more excited she got. And the more excited she got, the harder her cock throbbed. Her patience finally ran out.

“Sana,” she said hoarsely, stopping in her tracks. Sana turned, but before she could say anything, Tzuyu gently pressed the shorter Alpha up against a tree and kissed her. 

Sana let out a soft moan against Tzuyu’s lips, deepening the kiss and reaching for Tzuyu’s hands to place them on her waist. The young Alpha’s scent was intoxicatingly strong now, but Sana hesitated for a moment, remembering where they were.  

“Are you sure?” she asked softly. 

Tzuyu half groaned, half growled as her hands wandered beneath Sana’s shirt. 

“I can’t wait anymore,” Tzuyu said, rubbing herself against the other Alpha. “Need you now.” She tilted her head, pressing a kiss against Sana’s neck. 

Sana could only hum in response, reaching for Tzuyu’s pants to free her cock as Tzuyu removed her jacket, too warm to need it anymore. 

“Wait, I think I can put that to good use,” Sana purred, gently nudging Tzuyu’s bomber jacket closer to her so she could sink down onto it as she got on her knees.

Tzuyu moaned at the sheer sight of Sana on her knees for her, giving her length a few quick pumps in her hand before letting Sana move in.

Sana’s first few kitten licks were as torturous as they were pleasurable. Tzuyu leaned back against a tree, trying not to selfishly thrust into Sana’s eager mouth. 

Sana’s mouth was warm and wet, and the way her tongue swirled around Tzuyu’s tip made the tall Alpha whine. Just as Sana started to take Tzuyu’s full length down her throat, she felt Tzuyu’s cock twitch. Her mouth was suddenly filled with cum. Sana gagged a little, unprepared for Tzuyu’s first load so soon. She swallowed as much as she could, but some spilled out of her mouth. As Tzuyu slid her cock out, Sana’s lips made a light pop sound, her lips wet with drool and cum. 

Despite having just cum,Tzuyu was still rock hard. Her refractory period was nearly nonexistent now that she was fully rutting and her cock was finally being serviced. 

“Fuck,” Tzuyu murmured, watching the mixture of wetness drip from Sana’s lips.

She gently took Sana’s face in her hand and tapped her mouth to get her to open up again. 

Sana eagerly took Tzuyu back into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of Tzuyu becoming a bit harsher this time as she held Sana’s head still so she could thrust into her throat. 

The older girl let out a muffled moan as she sucked Tzuyu off. As Sana got her throat stretched, she dipped a hand beneath her skirt, unable to ignore her own aching cock.

Watching Sana’s hand slowly stroke her own cock while continuing to blow her was too much for Tzuyu. The rutting Alpha couldn’t hold back even if she tried. Before she knew it, she was coming again, spilling into Sana’s throat with a grunt. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Tzuyu brought the older girl’s mouth to the base of her cock before releasing her. 

Sana gasped lightly when she could finally come up for air, tears at the corners of her eyes. As she caught her breath, the older girl glanced around their surroundings. Sensing no passerby near them, she gave Tzuyu a devilish smile and stood. “C’mere baby,” she husked, drawing Tzuyu closer to her. “Fill me up, I know you need to.” 

Sana’s words alone nearly made Tzuyu’s knees buckle. She pulled Sana in to kiss her as one hand warmed up Sana’s ass. In her other hand, Tzuyu held her cock, still wet from Sana’s mouth. While they kissed, the only other sounds in the woods were from the two Alphas running their palms over their leaking cockheads, the quiet sound of slick adding to the soundtrack of nature sounds surrounding them. 

Both Alphas had to stifle moans as Tzuyu finally slid into Sana, stuffing her to the brim. 

Needing more, Tzuyu flipped Sana’s skirt up and gripped her waist, gently pulling her back over her thick cock as she bottomed out inside of her. 

Sana whimpered, struggling to stay upright. To make her more comfortable, Tzuyu rearranged the two of them so Sana was against the tree and would have something to hold onto as Tzuyu started to pound her. 

The repetitive sound of skin on skin mixed with the Alphas’ light panting quickly filled the air. If anyone was nearby, the sounds would be unmistakable for anything other than a rough outdoor breeding. 

“F-fuck,” Sana whispered, her head tilting back a bit as Tzuyu had her way with her. Tzuyu snaked one hand up Sana’s body, eventually wrapping her fingers lightly over the other Alpha’s neck. Her other hand still held tightly onto Sana’s hip so she could keep her steady while pounding her. 

Fucking outdoors wasn’t something Tzuyu would normally go for even in her wildest dreams, but now she couldn’t be bothered by the threat of being seen. Sana’s tight hole felt too good around her aching cock to stop. Her primal urge to breed the Alpha was stronger than her own self consciousness. 

“Tzu-ah!-Tzuyu,” Sana moaned. She released her own cock from her hand as Tzuyu continued to pound her. “G-gonna come..” 

Tzuyu growled lowly, removing her hand from Sana’s throat so she could hold both of Sana’s hands behind her back. She knew her girlfriend was capable of coming without being touched, and sure enough, a few thrusts later, Sana let out a cry as ropes of cum began to spill from her cock. 

Tzuyu’s jacket was ruined with Sana’s cum now, but she didn’t care in the slightest. She pressed herself against Sana, thrusting into her a few more times before coming too, letting out a moan as she emptied herself into Sana. 

“Look at you,” Sana cooed, catching her breath. That was Tzuyu’s third load, but she knew they wouldn’t be able to leave just yet. “So desperate to cum, aren’t you?” 

“You feel too good,” Tzuyu said breathlessly, her cock still buried in Sana’s ass. She thrust slowly into the Alpha, pushing her cum deeper inside. “Need more,” she murmured. 

“Take what you need, baby,” Sana said, and Tzuyu ran with it. 

Tzuyu backed up a bit, her cock still inside of Sana. Gently, she forced Sana to bend over more and nudged her legs further apart. 

It was a beautiful angle from Tzuyu’s perspective. The Alpha took off again, desperate to breed Sana again. 

One more load soon turned into two. Sana was near ruined now, barely able to keep upright even with the support of surrounding trees and boulders whenever they switched positions. She whimpered as Tzuyu panted in her ear, about to turn two loads into three. 

With a particularly powerful thrust, Tzuyu slipped her knot inside of Sana, making the older girl cry out and whine. 

“Knot me,” Sana begged, tears threatening to fall, “Please Tzuyu, I-, oh fuck-”

“S-Sana..!” Tzuyu’s eyes screwed shut as she came, giving Sana exactly what she wanted and knotting her. Both of them cried out and Sana came again as she felt Tzuyu empty herself inside of her once again. 

While Sana caught her breath, Tzuyu leaned in, feeling extra possessive suddenly now that she’d knotted her Alpha. She lapped up Sana’s tears from her cheek and then moved lower to scent her around her neck. 

Sana practically purred with delight. Rutting Tzuyu was sexy, and protective, post-knot Tzuyu was just as irresistible. 

Now that she temporarily had her wits about her again, Tzuyu couldn’t believe she had just knotted her girlfriend outside. Normally it took a while for Tzuyu to be able to pull out of Sana after knotting, but this time she didn’t have to wait long, possibly due to being a bit anxious about her surroundings. 

She helped Sana put herself back together, feeling renewed admiration for the olderJapanese girl. 

When they were sure the coast was clear, they went back onto the main trails and made their way back to the car, holding hands the whole way. 

“Think you’ll be okay for the rest of the trip?” Sana asked, pressing herself up against Tzuyu, who was leaning on the passenger side door. 

Tzuyu smiled, pulling Sana close to kiss her forehead. “Yes,” she said. “But you’re mine again as soon as we get home.”

[bridgyrose]

Ruby smiled weakly as she watched Penny’s eyes light up again, her fingers shook as she waited for Penny to reboot. Months of working with Peitro and Winter in secret had finally brought the results she’d been hoping for. Penny was finally back. 

“Where… where am I?” Penny asked as she slowly sat up. “I do not recognize this place.” 

“We’re in Vacuo,” Ruby answered as she walked over to Penny and pulled her into a hug. “Its a long story, but… that can wait. You’re back. You’re… you’re really back.” 

Penny slowly hugged Ruby and rubbed her back. “I… I died, didnt I?” 

Ruby slowly pulled away from Penny and sat down next to her, not sure when her legs had started to feel tired from standing. “You did. Weiss and Jaune did everything they could to save you, but they couldnt. But that doesnt matter. What matters is that you’re back and we can start catching up on missed time.” 

“Are you sure you do not need to rest first? You look tired.” 

“I’m fine,” Ruby said as she stood up again and offered a hand to Penny. “Will you at least come home with me?” 

Penny nodded and took Ruby’s hand. “Of course.” 

Ruby relaxed a bit and helped Penny up. Her heart fluttered as she helped prop her up and walked out of the workshop and out to the streets. She squinted her eyes as the light stung for a moment while her eyes adjusted to the light. Not that she was worried, it was normal after her long nights while trying to rebuild Penny with Pietro’s schematics. 

Still, she walked down the streets of Vacuo with her arm around Penny’s, glad that she was still the same from the last time she saw her four years ago. The way she talked, the way she moved, how her skin felt and the smile that crossed her face… all of it exactly as it had been before.

“Where is Weiss?” Penny asked. “And Blake and Yang? Why are they not with you?” 

“They’re around, somewhere,” Ruby said quietly. “But that doesnt matter right now. All that matters is that we catch up and-” 

“Ruby, are you sure you are okay?” 

Ruby paused in her step and finally caught a glimpse of her reflection. Her eyes werent the vibrant silver they used to be, a few streaks of grey stained her hair, even her skin was more pale than usual. With a soft sigh, she looked away from her reflection and continued to walk with Penny. “I-I’m fine, really. Sure, I probably could be taking better care of myself, but I’m fine.” 

“Is that why you dont know where your team is?” 

“Pen-” 

“You do not seem to be like yourself. I remember you always having a genuine smile but now, its like you are hiding who you are from yourself.” 

Ruby went quiet for a moment as she tried to find a lie to tell Penny. It was hard enough to remember that her team went their separate ways after Salem was stopped, and even harder to accept that it’d been a couple years since she even tried to talk to them. Especially since she hid away to get Penny back. “Home isnt much farther. Once we get there we can relax-” 

“Not until you’re more yourself,” Penny said. 

Ruby hesitated as Penny pulled away, no longer looking at her. “I am me.” 

“You are different. What did you give up in order to bring me back?” 

“I… I did what I had to.” Ruby let her aura down as it shimmered with a few small holes. “Part of my aura, part of my life… I couldnt live without you. My team… they didnt understand and left. But none of that matters if that means I can have you in my life again.” 

Penny looked at Ruby once more, where a soft smile had normally crossed her lips now sat a look of pity. “That is not the Ruby I want in my life.” 

Ruby could only watch as Penny walked away, frozen in place as her body refused to move. All that effort to bring her back, and now she was leaving her. Again. But deep down, she knew Penny was right. She had given up too much for the person she had loved.

[aspiring-writer-hidden-voice]

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(Just a little Sunday Drabble. Enjoy! SFW but is suggestive.)

“Why that of all things?”

Emerald green eyes rose to meet your own, blinking in confusion for a moment as they adjusted from reading words at a close distance to focus upon your face which was a bit farther away. The television audio was lowered with the push of a remote button so that he could hear you better. In his lap the book closed with a snap then placed off to the side where sunlight illuminated the bedroom with warm golden rays. Across your laps stretched a blanket that was both cooling and soft in material, a recent gift since he’d noticed your difficulty in sleeping under normal sheets. Today was Sunday, meaning that the two of you were home at the same time and could do as you pleased, being as it was his guaranteed (more like mandatory) day of since he works so hard. An apologetic smile raised his lips after brushing them against your temple briefly. “What was that? Sorry, bunny, can you run that by me again?”

The tip of your finger lightly tapped his freckled nose. “That.”

“You’re going to have to be a bit more specific than that,” he chuckled while slipped an arm around your shoulders, “I’m many things but a mind reader I’m definitely not.”

As if in explanation, your hands rose to form imaginary ears that reached higher than any canine or feline’s.

His sharp intelligence kicked into gear at your motions. “You’re wondering why I call you ‘bunny’?” Within his freckled cheeks rose a blush, hesitation filling those emeralds then they met your own. “Oh, uh, is it weird that I do?”

“It’s original so I’ll give points for creativity, but its not a nickname that most would pick.” The hands above your head fell to rest on the bed, taking a moment to comb through his tousled forest locks. It was still slightly damp from the shower you’d shared not too long ago. Scents of his body wash, reminding you of a cedar forest during a thunderstorm, permeated the room’s air lingering with wisps of vapor as you inhaled. “I’m curious as to why you picked it instead of ‘baby’ or ‘doll’.”

“S-sorry, I should’ve asked if you were okay with it!” The Pro Hero looked visibly shaken as he began mumbling about other little nicknames that he’s heard being used by his colleagues. Even the little wrinkle between his brows had depended as he stroked his chin in deep thought. There were a few which made you flinch or cringe until he crossed his arms with a huff and fell silent.

“It’s not that I don’t like it, Izuku, I was just wondering why.”

Bright red stained those freckled cheeks when he attempted to escape the bed only to fall victim to your sudden koala-like embrace that caused him to teeter before falling back onto the bed with you beneath him. Now the two of you were laughing as both of your fingers attempted to release or tighten the other’s hold. Sheets became tangled within limbs, nearly creating a cocoon around your twisting forms, until his stamina outlasted yours. His laughter was so beautiful to you but it was the smile that alternated between littering your face with kisses that made your world more colorful.

“Tell me already!”

“It’s too embarrassing!”

Your eyes rolled while dodging another peck of his lips. “C’mon, Izuku, no matter what the reason I’m not going tease you!”

Something devious entered his gaze as he snagged one of your wandering hands that had been attempting to find his ticklish side. “Who said it would be embarrassing for me?”

Confusion filled your being. “Me?” Suspicion tainted your curiosity. “Why would it?”

“Well,” his voice dipped into a lower octave, bending at the neck so yours came into contact with his lips, “let’s just say that it’s something that I don’t think you’re aware of doing.”

Like a horse on the track, your mind immediately began racing. Was it the way you eat or drink? Maybe how you styled your hair? What was so bunny-like that he felt it was befitting?

The sharp snag of teeth against your sensitive skin made the entirety of your mind screech to a halt, a blush rising within your cheeks as something warm and wet soothed the slightly aching area. “I could have been telling you this entire time but you weren’t listening.” Vibrato within his voice made the fine hairs across your being rise in anticipation when the tip of his nose trailed from your shoulder up to meet yours. His lips teased yours with near feather touches until they were compelled to part. “My little bunny…say it…”

Tingles and electricity shot through your veins at the stern tone he used. The compulsion to do as he suggested whenever using that voice and tone combined always left you quivering with the desire to please him. “I…I am…”

“I had no idea my little bunny was so quiet.” Deep within your core coiled familiar pressure as his emeralds hovering over you blazed with authority. The calloused pads of his fingers bit into your skin as they took hold off your chin. “Louder.”

Your lips quivering did not help your case but somehow you managed a shaky, “I am…your…little bunny…”

And like the flip of a switch, his demeanor took a complete shift from dominating desirable Deku to blushing stammering Izuku who collected you within his lean arms. “T-there it was, the reason why I call you my bunny.”

Nearing frustration level, you attempting to push him away. “I still don’t—”

“When you get excited like that, your nostrils flare like that of a bunny’s!” Silence fell as you slowly processed his words, earning a laugh as he prevented you from hiding within the bed.