#or causing a rock slide to trap it in a cave

[skydrifter]

no one uses a stick to prop open a monster’s mouth anymore 😔

[aviradasa]

Tlb x gingersnaps!reader pt 2

Heres a short pt 2 to my Gingersnaps! Reader. Her nails are growing, her scars are healing and her temper is through the fucking roof. Let's see how this goes. These first chapters are kinda Paul and Marko centered but that will change later on

This got deleted from my Google docs twice so this is it's third time being written. 😭

@vxncevis

Warnings: swearing, mentions of gore, gaslighting the fuck out of David for fun, the ususal.

Pt 1

My masterlist

“It really got you Good. DAMNIT!” Marko shouts as he paces around; it almost reminds you of an animal trapped in a cage.

They had begun looking at my wounds, which, upon further inspection, were already healing. The bleeding had stopped already. So I don't really understand why he's freaking out.

“It's fine, really. I'm ok; look, see, they already stopped bleeding. I'm OK, seriously,” I tell him in an effort to calm his Nerves even though my speech still isn't how it should be due to being lightheaded from the bloodloss previously.

“That's the problem! Those wounds should have killed you. And the only reason they didn't is cause it infected you!” He says back before Paul lets out a sigh.

“He's right. You should have been long dead By the time we got here. Especially having passed out.” he Agrees as I glance Between the two of them in confusion.

“What do you mean infected?! Like I'm gonna turn into one of those things? No. No, I don't wanna be a fucking dog!” I exclaim in fear, I had intended on becoming a vamp once I felt ready but now that has been robbed from me.

“ No, no, listen. There's gotta be some way to stop this From happening, right, Marko?” Paul asks as him as he approaches us with a sigh sliding his hand down his face in a stressed manner before taking a seat next to me.

“ How the hell should I know? The only thing I can think of is Maybe giving her some of the blood that we have back of the cave, but we don't know how it would react with werewolf venom.” He replies with a shrug. All three of us sit in silence for a moment the tension High.

“ I don't know, maybe we should tell David and Dwayne. They know a lot more about this than us. Maybe they could help.” Paul throws out before I spring forward Grabbing hold of his arm.

“ NO! You can't tell them! They Might wanna just kill me. We can't tell them not yet. We can figure this out ourselves! Just Us three, please. Just don't tell them yet!” I plead, unknowingly digging my nails into his jacket as Marko eases me back.

I don't wanna take any chances.i know they probably wouldn't kill me but the thought claws at the back of my head. Though I can't hell but wonder if I may end up hurting them, and I really don't wanna think about that.

“Cool it with the nails girl. Fine. We won't say anything yet. But if this starts getting out of hand then we have to say something deal?” He agrees holding his hands up In surrender.

I let out a breath I didn't know that I was holding at his agreement before we all decide to leave. They help me stand which proves more difficult then I expected.

Marko helped me get to the bikes as Paul scoped up ahead. I didn't release how far I had actually run until we had to backtrack. Maybe it was just more painful due to the wounds; I couldn't tell.

We speed back to the cave as fast as the boys could drive, they snuck me in through a back entrance that I didn't even know about, I quickly made a b-line To my ‘room’ a little spot of the cave covered partially By rocks and old curtains from the hotel, immediately curling up in my bed.

The next night, it felt like a flip switch. The pain was unbearable, and I didn't even wanna move. It felt like period Cramps but worse. Plus it was only Fueling the frustration I've felt all damn day.

“What the hell is your problem?” David asked with an eye roll as he walked past the sofa I was sitting on with Dwayne.

Me and him have been butting heads all day cause of his Cocky ass attitude and his control freak tendency. So of course I naturally gave him a dirty look.

“ what's my problem? You. You and your attitude that's my problem.” I shoot back, earning a side eye from Dwayne, who goes back to minding his own business, not really wanting to put himself between this argument. Though he does enjoy listening To all the drama going on.

“I'm the problem huh? Please enlighten me on what this imaginary attitude is cause I'm lost here.” He snaps back in a sarcastic tone as he takes a step back.

He hates how you've been jumping on his case all night, and his patience is wearing thin.

“ you want a list? Sweetheart, I can go on all night-” I start, but before my frustrations can be vented, Paul and Marko arrive from town with Laddie, who takes one look at me and goes the opposite direction, Which makes me frown a bit.

The kid avoid conflic as much as he can. It's almost like he can sense it when he walks it the room and I hate Being the cause of it.

“Hey, what's going on here?” Paul asks as he evaluates the situation with an unsure look as Marko ventures off, Not before setting the food down. shooting me a look like that of a mother silently scolding a child in the grocery store before he walks away.

“ hes being a dick like usual.” I say as David turns to me in disbelief at the accusation.

“ I'm the dick? I haven't done anything to you today, you've been jumping on my ass since The sun went down!” He defends as Paul jumps in.

Apparently though the only way he knows how to deescalate a situation is to pick a side.

“ I mean you can be a dick sometimes. It's not your fault though dude. You probably just don't realize you sound like one!” Paul tells him with a pat on the shoulder as Dwayne lets out a laugh, which he quickly cuts short, earning a look from all three of us.

“Sorry, I'm just gonna go. Damn,” he says, standing up to leave; he walks past Marko, who is headed over to us.

He Jokingly kicks at Dwayne's shin as he passes, Making him stumble slightly; both men let out chuckles. Dwayne doesn't stop walking though, as he turns to Marko with a grin. “ Why thank you.” he sarcastically states before he disappears into a deeper part of the hotel.

The whole interaction was only background noise though, as David tried to defend himself. “ are you fucking serious? Why is everything that goes wrong In this damn coven my fault?” He asks as Marko takes a seat next to me with a smile.

“ Hey, now you don't get blamed for ‘everything.’ You blame me and Paul for quite a bit.” He interjects, earning a jab in the rip from me.

Even i know it's not the time for marko to start on his bullshit. I just want David to leave me alone.

“That wasn't even the point I was making- am I just going crazy Here? You all were not this stupid yesterday. You know what? I'm out. Figure your shit out by the time I get back.” David shouts as he exits the hotel fully. The sound of his bike speeding off towards town is the only sound for a moment before they both turn to me.

“What the fuck was that? Why the hell Would you start shit with him today? If it comes down to needing his help don't you think it might be best to play nice?” paul exclaims as he turns to me with a look of bewilderment.

“Well, it's not gonna come to me needing his help because we have this covered. Right?” I argue back, a bit unsure of how they both stare back at me like they are hiding something

“Oh my god, what's the problem? Just tell me.”

“so we have a little bad news. Turns out there's only 2 weeks before your first full moon.” marko drops, as paul sits at my other side snatching a slice of the pizza he and paul brought back.

“ Oh, and that speeds up the process leading to your transformation, which can explain why you're acting like a total bitch.” paul adds on with a laugh, as me and Marko look at him in disbelief.

I honestly can't belive he said that to me. But as I begin to process his bullshit marko jumps in.

“dude really? Just cause we are thinking it doesn't mean you gotta say it. ” Marko says to him with a laugh before i actually take a swipe at him with my nails, which have grown a surprising length since the attack.

He Avoids it with ease though, jumping up from the couch and I lunge at him. It's almost like he enjoys me trying to attack him as he does nothing but instigate using Paul's stupid ass word phrasing as a foundation.

I can already tell this is gonna be the most annoying 2 weeks of my life. Though I can't tell if that's me talking or the strange hunger gnawing at my stomach…

The next day I am heading into the lobby of the hotel when someone grabs my arm, yanking me into a darkened area of the cave.

Just as I'm about to strike them they catch my wrist.

“ don't it's just me. I know everything and I may have a solution.”

[chesters-ocs]

HIDDEN LIBRARY

naga!stone my beloved, that is all i'll say

@the-whispers-of-death >:3

wc: 1.3k

Sylvester crept over to the cave, the book bag heavy on his shoulder, but he didn't mind.

With one last glance over his shoulder, he confirmed to still be alone, and descended deeper into the cavern. He didn't need to "look", not like he could anyways, but it made hearing or smelling things easier. Or... it felt like it helped.

He had long since familiarized himself with the layout, and even with the blindfold still equipped, he traversed the rocky, overgrown area with ease. Only his cane seemed to catch on something every once in a while, but it was no cause for concern.

The palm of his hand grazes over a rock in the wall near the back of the winding tunnels, having found it after meticulously counting his steps as to not lose himself within the area. Upon pushing it, the hidden door slid open. Stepping trough, he listened as it shut behind him, before he kept walking, one hand now tracing the lovingly, painstakingly carved bookshelves.

Avoiding a few traps here and there, he simply crept onward. The floors had changed from the raw rock of the cave to tiled stone. No doubt it took years to perfect. If he could see, he'd be looking at the mosaic patterns beneath him, ones that were his downfall when he came here the first time, leading him to miss the pretty obvious trap set out.

But that was years ago now. And he found himself forgiving his host the second he beared witness to what he was: a naga. A creature so old, so rare and so beautiful, that Sylvester felt the need to bow down to him at first sight. He still did, on occasion.

So despite not even knowing the name of this stunning librarian hoarding the gift of knowledge, he found himself utterly devoted. He found himself bringing gifts and offerings in the shape of the modern era books, in exchange for the man letting him stay and study the texts. Sylvester often spent days at the table, meticulously writing down every last word, wishing to copy everything for his organization's own archive. It was grueling work but he loved it.

The subtle sound of scales brushing against the tiled flooring snapped him back to the present. Pausing mid-step, he awaited his greeting.

Just a moment later he felt the snake part of the man slither around his legs, easily trapping him in place. Though, Sylvester did not resist. If anything, he smiled, feeling the coils move upward and tighten around him, all the way up to his chest. Only his arms remained free.

"You're late," the voice rumbled, a clawed hand brushing against his cheek, slowly, carefully, sliding off the intricate blindfold from the historian's sensitive eyes, before bringing him in for a tight hug.

Even in total darkness, both could see the other clearly. A small perk of the animals they both resemble.

"I apologize, my liege," Sylvester uttered, his pupils dilated from the dark atmosphere, as he looked up at the naga. There was nothing but adoration and reverence in his gaze. Maybe the clear love for the naga also contributed to the pupil dilation.

Rolling his eyes, the half-snake half-man creature grumbled: "I don't need your apologies, I need your safety."

Right. So this was where it was going.

"Are you hurt?" the man asked, despite already knowing the answer. His magic had stitched back together Sylvester's wounds the second he passed trough the invisible perimeter of the library.

"No, no, I am not."

"... Were you hurt?"

It was now the historian's turn to roll his eyes: "Just a few nicks here and there. But you knew that."

"Just making sure," the man grunted, before his gaze fell to the book bag still on the other's shoulder.

"For me?"

"For you."

With a small glint in his eyes, the naga pulled the bag away from its holder, and pulled out two books.

"They're both architectural texts," Sylvester spoke, a hint of pride in his voice, "Got them mailed to me from my homeland."

The snake remained silent, skimming over the drawings and words, before shutting it. All it held was information about the architectural styles of the buildings in the plaza and how they changed over a millennia. Interesting, yes, but nothing the man couldn't find in his own records.

He then flipped open the other, smaller booklet and let out a pleased hum over the contents: it was a complete history from the day his kingdom rose, to the way it still proudly stands today. The latest additions were which interested him most, and he quietly noted the authors. Perhaps the next time Sylvester goes out, he'll request more from them specifically.

Snapping the book shut, he finally unraveled the smaller man from the trap of coils, who then dutifully followed after the larger, much more ancient being, almost with a skip in his step.

"It'll do," he nodded, making his way over to the new part of the cave system: the expansions Sylvester is to blame for. At least his habit of bringing back books every time he returned gave the librarian something to do with his time.

"And... By the way, you are aware that you've only been in the top layer, yes?" the snake asked, looking rather amused by the shock in the historian's eyes.

"... Pardon?" Sylvester inquired.

"This is only the first floor of the library," he elaborated, "There's another layer beneath our feet."

The historian freezes in his tracks.

Noticing the sudden stop, the creature tilts his head: "Something wrong?"

"... No," Sylvester gulped, but the word came across as unsure.

"No? Is it one floor too few, little star?"

"No, no, it's just... I've already been here for... What, five years? It'll be at least another five when I'm done with those books! If I'm done!"

"I fail to see the problem," The naga stated, searching for a spot the two new books would fit best within, analyzing each and every shelf with a critical eye.

"Do you think you can handle me for another ten years?"

"I think I'd go insane if I didn't see you for ten hours. Yes. Yes I could handle you. I want to handle you," he said with such finality, and slid the texts in a shelf he deemed fitting. He'll categorize them later, now he just wanted to pay attention to the scholar.

"I... I see," Sylvester stuttered out, "How come you didn't tell me that beforehand, my liege?"

"That's for me to know, little star," he brushed off the question. Truthfully, he had noticed how the small mortal was nearing to the end of his stay. A mere handful of books are left on the first floor for him to rewrite and mail back to his home. A week's work at best.

Perhaps it hit the naga that if he didn't show the rest of his collection, he won't see this mortal ever again. Or maybe he felt bad about withholding such ancient, precious texts instead. Perchance it was both. Or a different reason entirely. Maybe it didn't matter why he let him know.

"So... Stay? Just a little longer?" he asked, hiding the hopeful tone under heavy wraps.

Not knowing what to say in return, the mortal just nodded, letting his hand be taken by the naga, as he was led deeper into the system. He observed and noted the systems and locks put in place to protect the rest of the immortal's sanctuary. And then, when he finally saw the true expanse and scale of the area, he could only utter one word under his breath.

"Beautiful..."

It went unknown if it was meant in reference to how the candlelight illuminated his guide, painting him in a soft yellow, just dim enough for his eyes to handle, or if he was in awe of the hundreds upon thousands of books before his eyes.

"I know."

There was silent satisfaction within the snake man now. He knew in his heart this will be a decision he does not regret, as he quietly observed the other man explore the shelves with such carefulness. The naga was just glad someone understood the fragility and importance of the texts. The importance they held to him.

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

can i request “of all the idiots in the realm, im trapped with you” with wooyoung?

YESSSSS

[Choose a prompt and send me an idol! I’ll write a drabble for it]

~

You hit your head against the back of the cold cave wall while you watched the fools' errand happen in front of you. Wooyoung, meanwhile, continued to pull rocks from the caved-in entrance and toss them aside.

"Just give it up, Woo, we're done," you laid your sword next to you while Wooyoung shook his head.

"Nuh uh, I just gotta..." he huffs and takes a deep breath before picking up another rock and hauling it aside, "focus here..." he finally finishes his thought and grabs another rock, causing more to slide down and take its place.

"Of all the idiots in the realm, I'm trapped with you," you covered your face with your hands and Wooyoung turns to you with his normal wide grin.

"Well, it could be worse," he says with hands on his hips.

"How? How could this be worse?" Your hands left your face and tensed before settling on your lap and staring at him, his usual aloof smile still on his face.

"You could be trapped with San."

"Good god, I think I'd rather die," you dragged a tired hand down your face and took a deep breath. "Okay, what's your plan, Woo?"

"Dig through the rocks until we see daylight!"

"We'd might as well prepare to be here for a while than waste our time doing that," you eyes the rocks he'd thrown aside already. "Something realistic, Wooyoung."

"Uh..." he crosses his arms and shivers. "Christ, it's cold," he shudders. Then, as if he'd been hit with a moment of realization, he turns to you. "Are you cold?"

"Huh?"

"Cold, are you cold?"

"I mean, yes, of course I'm cold. That dastardly draft is..." you trailed off and Wooyoung's smile grew. "There's a draft!"

"Meaning there's another opening at the end of the cave!" Wooyoung pumps his fist in the air and, when he brings it back down, he opens his hand and a small ball of fire hovers above it. "Shall we go on an adventure?" He asks.

"Beats being buried alive," you opened your hand and, in a slight wave, your sword returns to you, "lead the way!"

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No End In Sight

Chapter 15

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Bulkhead and Bumblebee arrive on the other side of the Ground Bridge, just outside the cave Raf believes Arcee to be in. They scout the area and find the cave entrance blocked, "We're at the cave but it appears there was a cave-in."

:: That's probably why Arcee's signal cut out. She must be trapped in there. :: Jack responded over the comm.

"Well, if she is in there we'll dig her out."

:: Just be careful. You could cause more rocks to fall and crush her. If she isn't already. :: Ratchet voiced in.

"Are you kidding? This is Arcee, she won't get crushed by some rocks," Bumblebee buzzed.

"'Bee's right, Arcee is tough. But I will be careful not to cause another rock slide."

:: Just inform us when you make any progress or when you find her. ::

"Will do," Bulkhead cut off the comm and he and 'Bee began moving the rocks.

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"What has happened!? Why haven't Soundwave returned with Arcee yet!?" Megatron's voice echoed throughout the bridge.

"We're not certain, sir. We can't get in contact with him and we lost his signal," one of the Vehicons working the computers responded.

"How long has his signal been out?"

"Almost an hour, my liege."

"AND I'M JUST NOW FINDING THIS OUT!?"

"Sorry, sir, we thought his signal would be back soon. We--"

"Enough of your excuses!! What is his last location!?"

"Where the femme went, sir. Which was an old mining cave."

Without another word, Megatron walked off. He got a group of soldiers together and headed to the Ground Bridge control room. He looked up the coordinates used by Arcee and Soundwave and he activated the Ground Bridge. Once he and his team made it to the other side they found themselves in a cave surrounded by fallen rocks.

Megatron could tell right away the cave was unsteady, "This is why Soundwave hadn't returned with Arcee yet. They must be buried underneath these rocks." He turns to face the Vehicons that are with him, "Start digging carefully. We don't need to cause another cave-in."

"Yes, sir!" The Vehicons all said before getting to work.

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Soundwave looked at his visor as he examined the damage. It's not damaged beyond repair, thankfully, but it is bad enough that he can't fix it right now. He would have to wait until he gets back to the Nemesis where Knock Out can help him fix it.

Soundwave couldn't help but scowl at the thought. After what he did to his Arcee - wait, not his Arcee - after what he did to Arcee he can't stand the thought of being in the same room as that mech. But he knows he needs his assistance if he wants his visor fixed properly.

Soundwave looks over to Arcee who is now lying on the ground in stasis. He's surprised she even feels comfortable with him enough to sleep in his presence, especially after she was just telling him how she doesn't trust him. Either she has at least a little bit of trust in him or she's just that tired. Most likely the latter. But still, Soundwave feels slightly relieved to think she might trust him a little bit.

He still remembers when he realized he had feelings for her. It was at the time Starscream had captured her and hounded her for the coordinates to Optimus' location. Soundwave had already known about her, he had heard many stories of her abilities and fighting skills. But it was when he had seen her in person, her feistiness and sheer determination not to fall to Starscream and give him the information he desired, that he started feeling something for her. The fire in her optics as she defied Starscream, making her look dangerous and beautiful, just woke something in Soundwave and made him start feeling things he never felt before, things he didn't know he was even capable of feeling.

But at the time he just shrugged it off as a sort of malfunction. He listened to Starscream rant about how he can't get the two Autobots to give the coordinates they possess and he just rolled his optics as he came up with the solution for him, as usual. He taps Starscream on the shoulder to get his attention, once Starscream turns to face him he points to the location of Shockwave's lab. Afterward, he felt a ping of guilt and regret. But why? He could care less about what happens to these Autobots, so he shouldn't feel any regret sending them to Shockwave.

It was after Starscream left with the two that Soundwave realized he was concerned for Arcee, more than he should be. For the first time, he wondered if he did the right thing. But he quickly shook that away, of course he did. They're the enemies, she's his enemy. He started hating himself for feeling concerned for an Autobot, and these damn feelings that are so new to him. Surely he's not falling for her, he can't be.

Soundwave hated himself more for even thinking such things and feeling these feelings. She's the enemy. He went on with his duties to get his mind off it and thankfully it worked. But after a while, he got word that Arcee and the mech had gotten out of Shockwave's lab and they managed to escape through a Ground Bridge, after taking out Shockwave and the other Decepticons. Starscream of course coward and fled. Then there was a blast as something blew up.

After hearing about it all, Soundwave could only feel relief that Arcee managed to get away unharmed. But afterward, he pushed her from his processor, he wanted to forget her and the feelings she caused him to have. It worked for a while since he didn't have another run-in with her after that. He hadn't even heard anything about her, which made it really easy to forget about her for a while.

Until they went to Earth...

After some time, Soundwave discovered that Arcee was there with Team Prime. The two sides had their fights but he never saw her, only heard of her from those who encountered her in battle. It would seem she had gotten more fierce. The feelings started stirring again and once again he hated himself for it.

Throughout their time on Earth, he had no encounter with her, until the day she came onto the ship with that mech, Bumblebee. They were looking for a cure for Optimus because he had gotten sick with the virus Megatron had created long ago. It was after they retrieved the cure from Megatron's mind that they discovered their presence.

The two were already in the process of leaving through the Ground Bridge, he noticed that Bumblebee had made it through already but Arcee had to stay behind to shoot out the support cable from Megatron's chest. Soundwave didn't know what came over him but he couldn't let her get away, so he threw out his tentacles and caught her legs in time before she got through the portal.

He pulls her in where she's between him, Starscream, and Knock Out. He sees her bring out her blades but he isn't fast enough to prevent her from cutting his tentacles. While he's recovering from the pain he sees her jump up and swing her leg at him to kick him. But again he was too slow to bring up his defense and he gets kicked in the side of his helm.

What in the pit is wrong with him? He's always on top of his game. So, why is he having trouble with this blasted femme?

When he looks at Arcee again he sees her heading to the Ground Bridge that is still open, he can't have that. He catches her with his tentacles again but this time he slams her onto the floor, then he retracts his tentacles and places a foot on her to keep her down. He can't believe he's being this ruthless with her, but there's something in him that just won't let him allow her to get away.

"You're our prisoner now, Arcee. Well done, Soundwave. Now take her to the brig."

Soundwave heard Starscream speak and he looked over to him to see him pointing a missile at her. Now it's really starting to sink in. He's captured her and the Ground Bridge had disappeared, taking away her opportunity to escape. She's their prisoner and at their disposal to do with her as they please.

It's now hitting Soundwave as he watches Arcee sleep that she's in this mess because of him because he couldn't let her get away. But he's not too sorry for it. After all, they wouldn't have had the moments they had if he hadn't captured her. Megatron even told him he could make her his mate, he ordered him to make her his mate. The idea excites him. But he can't force it on her, he needs to win her affections if he's gonna make her his.

He knows he's not the only one to have feelings for her. Starscream had feelings for her from their first encounter. He always tried to hide it with his aggression towards her but Soundwave can tell he has a slight crush on her. But he's too egotistical and too focused on trying to rule the Decepticons and the universe to try anything. Instead, he just tries to kill her. So he doesn't have to worry about him.

Knock Out is also attracted to her, but he's too much into his paint job, keeping up with his good looks, and too set in his ways to try a decent approach. She certainly won't want anything to do with him after he tried to assault her. So he doesn't have to worry about him either.

Megatron would have been the greatest challenge of them all, but thankfully he decided not to pursue his feelings. He only wants to use her against the Autobots, he has no desire to actually make her his. Besides, Soundwave can tell he still has feelings for Optimus even though he's obsessed with destroying him. He tries to conceal it but Soundwave can still tell.

So, there really is no one that can be much competition, except the Autobots. But Soundwave isn't too worried about them, they seem to only see her as a teammate and nothing more.

Arcee starts to stir and he pulls his attention from her back to his visor and examines it some more. He just needs to give it time, he'll get her affections eventually. 

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Hmm... Who will get to the pair first?  LOL

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Chapter 1

Next Chapter

[dazzasarchives]

So I have recently decided to go about and read Marvel Comics in some form of chronological order. ( I'll leave a link to the website I'm using to undertake this task at the bottom.) I will also give my thoughts as an amateur comic enthusiast, on the comics that I have here as well as hopefully some helpful information. Speaking of helpful information before I continue I'll also state that the Marvel Universe timeline is on a sliding timescale, so some historical mentions and references should be viewed differently such as the name of the President of the United States and so on. Also the timeline is roughly that every ten ish years of comic publication could be deemed as a year within the Marvel Universe. Of course there's exceptions, there's always exceptions. Anyway I've decided to start with the Silver Age, which for a long time has been the birthplace of the main Marvel 616 Universe. With starting with the Silver Age then that Means that we start with the very first Fantastic Four Comic.

The comic stars the "First Family" of Marvel comics, The Fantastic Four. Which act as the first team and first four heroes introduced to us the readers. Despite that canonically there are other heroes within this world from ages past. The Fantastic Four consists of Four members, Mister Fantastic ( Reed Richards), Invisible Girl ( Susan "Sue" Storm ), The Human Torch ( Jonathan "Johnny" Storm ), and The Thing ( Benjamin "Ben" Grimm ). It is written by Stan Lee ,and penciled by Jack Kirby.

The comic starts off showing us our heroes using their newly acquired powers before showing us their origins. Which we find out was caused by them going into space and then being blasted by cosmic rays. Though this does have some slight changes later on due to the sliding timescale. Their spacecraft ends up crashing and the Four members land safely although they do have a freak out over their new abilities. I mean hey so would I if I caught on fire and could fly or turn invisible. Anyway the group is then forever changed, they also give themselves their superhero names, which reminds me of when I was in college and had everyone call me Smurf because my hair was blue and I didn't want to be called Sonic and have to run around everywhere. Right sorry back to the story, after this the Fantastic Four is born.

Anyway later on the Fantastic Four hear of these massive sinkholes that have been dragging items underground. There's also these massive creatures that come from the massive sinkholes and terrorize the surface world. Well we come to find out that all of this, is the devious plan of the Mole Man ( Harvey Elder ). I also have the names of his monsters, I love that Marvel Fandom wiki included these guys. We have Giganto, Tricephalous, and Rock Monster Guardian ( Ugu ). We also get a brief backstory of the Mole Man. Essentially he got made fun of a lot and then went cave exploring before being trapped in the caves, just goes to show don't make fun of people. Anywho, The way the Mole Man is defeated is very anticlimactic Reed and the Mole Man face of in a stick fight, but then Reed just picks him up and carries him away.

But then even after Reed grabs onto him as the tunnels begin collapsing around them, Reed let's go of the Mole Man, so he still got away in the end. That's really it for the first issue.

Alright let's talk about the characters of this story, sorry Ugu that doesn't mean you, first let's start with our main man himself Reed Richards.

I don't mind him all that much in this comic, I know personally I have never been the biggest fan of the Mister Fantastic or the Fantastic Four in general but in this issue he's ok, I don't mind him, but I definitely do not believe that he is the smartest man in the world.

Anyway on to our second hero, the Invisible Girl.

What can I say about Sue Storm. She turns invisible I guess. I'm so glad I have future comic knowledge of her otherwise I'd ask what the point of her character is, granted I am aware this comic came out in 1961, so they weren't really sitting at a table discussing to themselves, how can we make the Invisible Girl cool? As of right now she's not my favorite character,but I can't wait for that to change because I know it will.

Now for the hothead himself, the Human Torch.

When I was younger I loved the Human Torch, which yeah that's his role he's basically the younger groups character, the one they can associate with. I'm older now and honestly I can't really stand Johnny. Again like his sister I know this will change in the future, I just get annoyed with him, though on a good note I think he's at least the second strongest member as of right now.

Now for the strongest member of the Fantastic Four, The Thing.

Honestly I love the Thing, he's big, he's sassy, and I can't help but feel bad for him. He's essentially the joke of the group but he's super strong, I just feel bad because everyone sees him as a monster but not me no siree, I like my big pile of orange rocks. So far he's my favorite member he has the most use, and is definitely without a doubt the strongest member.

Now for our Antagonist the Mole Man.

What can I say about the Mole Man. Honestly a weak first villain. He doesn't do much, gets beaten in a stick fight and then just slips away. I'm amazed that he's become a mainstay in comics and is still a villain in recent issues.

Anyway that's me talking about the Fantastic Four Series 1 Issue 1. It was an ok start to the Marvel Universe I can't wait to see where it goes from here, until next time. Excelsior!

The site I've been using to read Marvel comics chronologically:

Also the art depicted on this post is not mine and does belong to Marvel Comics. I'm not that good of an artist to turn an arm into a lasso

Also if you would like to continue the story in Chronological Order follow this link:

[dzmoot]

Aiken Drum was an ancient being, a living food being from an alternate Earth (Foodie Earth) where they ate humans instead of the humans eating the food. He had a magical ladle which allowed him to travel the multiverse, a dangerous act that caused many people to become intertwined with their alternate universe selves. For his actions, Aiken was sealed away in a canister along with his ladle so he may never again cause any multiversal cataclysms. Now the legend has it that Aiken's brother also traveled with him to this universe and his heart's desire was to be reunited with his brother so the two could go back home to Foodie Earth. Aiken's brother's name, Pawsta the Hoard, the ruthless Namasis crime lord.

Of course, it's only a legend. Pawsta could very well want the canister because the two were so very similar with their spaghetti appearances, tomato sauce blood and need for cheese. Who knows! Nevertheless, the opening to Aiken Drum's shrine was a very small opening within the moon's crust, just enough wiggle room for the tiny Norbert to squeeze through like a wad of pink play-doh. Flipp gave him a long rope to get him down there and to get him back up. Norbert slowly but steadily worked his way through the tiny opening and held onto the rope tightly as to not fall several feet to the ground. Flipp gave him a smile through the entry way, his warm yellow eyes giving Norbert a boost of confidence.

May the Froggy Force of the Universe give you strength!

Norbert smiled back at Flipp as he gingerly made his way to the bottom. He then pulled out the map that Flipp gave him so he would know which direction to go in. As he pointed himself in the right path, he made his way to the area where the canister was being held. He saw in a movie once where a guy took a golden relic off a pedestal and a giant rock came out, nearly crushing him to death, so he was very careful not to remove the canister in a haste. Still, the walls around him seemed like they were moving, trembling ever so slightly and several rocky pebbles were falling all around him. Norbert began to get frightened, scared that the walls would cave in and he'd become trapped forever. In that instance, Norbert had been stricken with a case of speluncaphobia and he turned back around to go and talk to Flipp but to his surprise, Flipp was gone. Norbert had yelled up to him with no response and he began to suspect that Flipp, Huey and Nal had abandoned him. The rope he used to get down with was gone as well. Thus, he began trying to climb the rocky walls but kept sliding down over and over again. He even tried working up a good jump but alas, he couldn't even get halfway to the top. He started tearing up.

Flipp, Huey and Nal left Norbert when they were approached by the Tuun authorities who suspected that the trio were up to their usual foolish schemes. As the Tuun police came towards them, hellbent on taking them to the clink, they made a dash. Flipp, the one whom Norbert looked up to and thought could be a faithful mentor to him abandoned him without a second thought and now, Norbert was trapped deep down in a lunar cave with a very slim chance of getting out. Norbert tried to be brave, tried to look on the bright side. Maybe he'd figure out a way to get out, get back up to the top but for now, he was deeply saddened. He yelled up for help but his yells fell on no ears whatsoever. Would he become an ancient relic too, left to rot in the deep confines of Aiken Drum's shrine? The tears streamed down his eyes like Niagara Falls.

[cornbreadcreations]

been having entirely too much fun with my Hazbin Hotel Sinnersona, Doodle! Doodles lore gets a little dark, so I'm gonna put it under a readmore. Trigger warnings for: Cave-related deaths, drowning, starvation.

Theo Del'Arte was out hiking on his day off work, just enjoying some nice natural scenery, having a good time. And then a bear came along. Theo stayed calm, though, faced the bear, kept going slowly backwards to create distance; it was no grizzly by any means, so he figured it would lost interest shortly, but it didn't. It followed him until he hit a wall, and as it drew nearer, he noticed a crevice in the mountainside. It was just barely big enough for him to slip into, but the bear would not be able to fit, being what he at the time assumed was a large male black bear. The bear could get its arm in, pushing Theo deeper into the crevice, where he learned - it was deeper than it looked. He slipped, sliding swiftly and painfully along the rock before landing harshly in pitch blackness.

He screamed and screamed, his pack with his phone in it nowhere to be found, lost in the tumble. Hours he was trapped there, unable to climb out with two broken legs, until a monsoon came, and the cave filled rapidly with water.

At first he tried to use it to get out, but it had been so long already, and he was so exhausted, he couldn't keep up with the water, and ended up drowning.

Shortly after, he manifested in hell - and that's where he sort of splits into two storylines depending on how much of a power fantasy I feel like indulging in. :) Doodles powers as a sinner include:

Flight, by manifesting a third pair of wings on his back, or by transforming his four arms into wings.

Echo Location and Enhanced Hearing: Doodle is a leaf-nosed back, so his ears and the shape of his nose allow him to use specialized squeaks to 'see' with sound. He can even use this ability to pick bits of shrapnel and debris out of dirty wounds. He also totally tells Angel Dust he's actually blind and uses only echo location to see, to which AD starts trying to trick him, at some point holding some object up and saying 'what color is this' to which Doodle replies 'idk, smells purple.' Despite this, they are pals.

Decimating Decibels: At base level with no soul contracts or other power modifiers, Doodle can create sounds in a multitude of frequencies both hearable to humans and not, with a maximum base power output of 420 decibels. For context, 200 decibels would cause your internal organs to rupture, 210 would explode your skull, and 320 decibels to crack the earth open like an egg to make an omelet. 1100 would cause a supermassive black hole so powerful it would immediately swallow the universe and give everybody an instant game over, but Doodle can't reach that level. At the moment, anyway. :)

Bonus:

Despite his power level, Doodle has very low ambition. He's not interested in becoming an overlord, and he has not desire to hurt, manipulate, fight, or otherwise fuck with people in a negative context. He's a friendly demon, who just wants to be content with his afterlife. He's not certain exactly what sins led him to hell, but Heaven would feel much too squeaky clean, he'd be too afraid to touch anything for fear of tainting it. As such, he's politely declined Charlies offers for redemption, but is quite happy to use his experiences on earth and his own knowledge of the human condition to help Charlie in her dreams by acting as sort of a pseudo-psychologist (he makes it very clear he is NOT a trained therapist or psychologist, it was just one of his special interests so he just knows a stupid amount about it) helping sinners work through their issues and helping Charlie better structure her system, since Charlie has no context of what its like to be a human. double bonus, how Doodle would have looked as a winner:

[dccomicsimagines]

The Avalanche - Bart Allen x Reader

Requested by robin12335 -  hi, could u possibly make a bart allen imagine where reader has a small crush on wally but bart has a huge crush on her/him. so bart does everything to get their attention and to get them to like him back. u can choose how it could end though. pretty please and thank u if u took the time to read this

***

Bart has done a lot of stupid things. He argued he had done enough crash things to make up for the stupid, but today was proof of the opposite. 

He slipped on the ice in the cave, sliding hard into a wall. Pain flared through his entire body as he moaned. “I’m moded.”

A shaky gasp came from the other side of the cave. He sat up suddenly, zooming to find the origin of the gasp. 

The cave had a stream. Fallen rocks and snow covered the ground from the avalanche Bart caused when he sped to distract the bad guys. He knew he was lucky he had fallen into this cave instead of being buried under hundreds of tons of debris. 

Buzzing around the cave, time stopped for Bart when he caught a flash of red. It was the red of your suit. He would have known it anywhere. He flew to the rock, choking when he saw you were trapped under the rock. 

“B...Bart? Is that you?” you asked softly, coughing. He moved around the rock to see you on the other side with your leg trapped underneath it. 

“(Y/N)!” Bart knelt down next to you, lifting your head to place it in his lap. “I’msosorry.Thiswasallmyfault.Iwasdumbandcausedtheavalanchebutyoushouldn’thavebeenhere.I’mfeelingthemodenow...”

You lifted your hand and pressed it against his mouth. “Slow down.” You coughed hard. “Is my leg under the rock?”

Bart blinked, his heart fluttering at the fact you were touching his lips. He glanced at your leg. His stomach twisted at the sight. “Yeah, but you’ll be okay. We’ll figure this out.”

“I can’t feel my leg.” You closed your eyes, letting out a deep breath. “It doesn’t hurt though, so I guess that’s good.” A weak smile pulled at your lips. Bart’s stomach dropped at the sight. “Where are we?”

“In a cave. We fell in when the avalanche hit.” Bart swallowed. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). If I had known you were there, I wouldn’t have started it.”

You opened your eyes, swallowing hard. “It’s not your fault. You stopped the bad guys. That’s what matters.” You touched your ear. “Do you have your comm still? Can you turn on the SOS signal so the others can find us?”

Bart nodded, touching his ear and activating the distress signal with three taps. “They should find us soon.” You shivered. He could feel how cold you were. “Here let me.” He vibrated slightly to warm you up.

“Thanks.” You closed your eyes again. Bart’s brain moved fast, taking in your condition. Moving the rock without medical attention here could mean you would lose your leg. He swallowed hard at the thought. Out of all the people in the world that he had to hurt, it had to be you. The one he had the hugest crush on.

“Stay awake, (Y/N). I’ll be moded if you go into shock.” Bart chuckled when you opened your eyes to look up at him. 

“It’s getting hard.” You sighed, turning your head slightly to look around the cave. “If I wasn’t trapped, this would be a beautiful sight.”

Bart kept his gaze on you. “Yeah, beautiful.” He grinned when you looked back at him. A small smile pulled at your lips. “Let’s talk. That will help you stay awake, right?”

“Should. What should we talk about?” You reached out to take his hand in yours. He vibrated it gently, warming it. “How about the time you were so excited to get ice cream that your cone got shoved into Wally’s face?”

Bart chuckled humorlessly. “Yeah, that was crash.” He bit his lip, remembering how panicked he was when Wally offered to buy you an ice cream. You were looking at Wally with those big eyes. Bart couldn’t handle it and did the first thing to come to mind. 

“Or that time my hat blew off my head and you ran through poison oak to get it?” You laughed softly before wincing when you jolted your body too much. Bart smiled, remembering how painful it was. However, your joy at getting your hat back was worth it.

“I didn’t mind it.” He gently brushed a strand of your hair from your face. An lightbulb went off in his head. “Hey, let’s play a game.” He kept the smile on his face even as he noticed the color was draining a little from yours.

“Okay.” You took a shaky breath, closing your eyes again. Your hand went limp in his. “What kind of game?”

Bart hummed, trying to stay positive and not freak out. The team would be here soon. They were coming, even if no one gave a verbal response yet to the distress call. “How about Bang, Marry, Kill?”

“What?” Your eyes flew open in surprise. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, it will keep our minds off this.” Bart smirked, tapping your nose as he kept gently vibrating to keep you warm. “It will be crash. I’ll go first.” He thought for a moment. “How about the big three, Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman?”

Bart noticed you blushed. “Okay.” You took a deep breath. “I guess I’d bang Batman, marry Wonder Woman, and kill Superman.” You snickered softly. “Don’t tell anyone I said that.” 

“Ooo, I wonder if Conner knows that.” He held you closer as an ice cold breeze flew through the cave. The rock blocked it from you, but Bart took it at full force. 

“Hush.” You glared at him. “Now what’s your choice?”

Bart blushed slightly. “Well, I don’t know. I guess I would bang Wonder Woman, marry Superman, and kill Batman.”

You laughed hard before gasped in pain. “Ow.” You pressed your hand against your side. “Don’t make me laugh like that.” 

“Sorry.” He bit his lip. “Now you pick three people.”

“Okay.” You hummed. “How about the Green Lanterns? Hal, John, and Guy?”

“That’s easy. Bang Hal, marry John, and kill Guy.” Bart snorted. “You should make it harder than that.” 

“Fair. Mine’s the same as yours.” You looked around the cave again. “Has anyone responded yet?” 

“No, but they’re coming. Don’t worry.” He tightened his fingers around yours. “My turn again. How about...?” Bart blushed. Should he be this daring? If you both died here, he knew he would want to know. “Me, Jaime, and Cassie.”

You flinched in surprise, looking up into his eyes. Bart looked back at you with a hesitant smile on his face. “Wow, okay.” You blinked several times, your breaths seemed more shallow than before. “I would bang Cassie, marry you, and kill Jaime.” 

Bart’s eyes widened. “Really?” He smirked. “And if it’s me, Wally, and Dick?”

“Bang Dick, because how could you not? Marry you, and kill Wally.” You smiled at him. “What about me, Gar, and M’gann?”

“Bang M’gann, marry you, and kill Gar.” Bart squeezed your hand. His heart threatened to explode in excitement. 

“How about me, Dick, and Conner?” You shivered again, still looking at him with a sparkle in your eye.

“Bang Dick, marry you, and kill Conner.”  Bart leaned down and whispered in your ear. “I will always marry you.”

You smiled, gasping a little. “I’ll always marry you too.” You patted his cheek weakly before your hand dropped to your chest. “Bart, I don’t think I’m going to make it.”

Bart’s eyes widened. “No! You will. They’ll be here soon.” He cupped your face in his hands. “Please. Just hold on.” Tears slipped down his cheeks without warning. He pressed his lips against yours. Your lips accepted his, but you didn’t return the kiss. 

“It’s okay.” You whispered to him. “I just wish we figured out we liked each other sooner, so we could have had a date.” You licked your lips, panting softly. “Don’t feel the mode, Bart.”

“(Y/N).” Bart mumbled, kissing your cheek as you fell limp in his arms. He froze, pure panic flowing through him. He checked your pulse, sighing in relief when it was still there. His arms tightened around you, holding you close as he waited for the answer to the distress call to come.

***

“Bart, can you hear me?” Bart heard Wally’s voice close by. He slowly rose from the nightmare of you dying in his arms and opened his eyes. His eyes widened when he saw Wally kneeling down in front of him. 

“What?” Bart jumped to his feet, knocking Wally on his butt. They were still in the cave. It was darker and colder than before. Bart could see his breath. “(Y/N)?” He turned to see Dick, Conner, Tim, and Cassie hovering around you a few feet away. “(Y/N)!” Bart started to zoom to you, but Wally grabbed him and pulled him down. 

“Hey, let them help (Y/N). Calm down.” Wally soothed, pulling Bart into a hug. “You’re freezing, Bart.” Wally grabbed a Mylar blanket from the first aid kit and wrapped it around Bart. “Come on, let’s get you onto the Bioship.” He guided Bart to his feet.

“No. I can’t leave them.” Bart jerked away from Wally, stopping in horror as they prepared to lift the rock off your leg. “They told me that they would marry me. It was so crash.” He blinked, swallowing hard.

Wally looked confused. “What? Bart, you and (Y/N) aren’t even dating?” Wally mumbled, pulling Bart along to the ladder that led to Bioship. Bioship hovered just over the opening of the cave. “Come on. We need to get you on board now. Once they have (Y/N) out, we’ll have to move fast.” 

Bart swallowed hard, gasping when Conner slowly lifted the rock. Dick, Cassie, and Tim pulled you out from under it. The sight of your leg made Bart pass out. Wally caught him just before he hit the floor.

***

“Woah,” someone said close by. Bart suddenly opened his eyes, sitting up and throwing up at the same time. Someone placed a bag over his mouth just in time. Everything around him was blurring. Bart never felt so confused. His only thought was of you.

“It’s okay,” Iris whispered in Bart’s ear. A hand rubbed his back. The bag was pulled away from his mouth and Bart turned to focus on her.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Bart choked, his throat raw. A hand patted his knee, sending his attention over to Jay.

Jay smiled at him sadly. “They’re alive and stable for now.” He handed Bart a glass of water. Bart finally took in the rest of the room. They were in a hospital. Bart glanced down, blushing when he saw he was in a paper gown. “Relax.”

“Can I see them?” Bart slowly drank the water. His nose wrinkled when he tasted the puke in his mouth. “Please. I’d be feeling the mode until I do.”

“Once the doctor says it’s okay for you to move.” Jay took the empty glass from Bart. Iris pushed Bart to lay back down. “Relax.”

Bart groaned. “I’m moded.” He stared up at the ceiling. “Can you call the doctor now, please?” He looked at Iris, then Jay. “Pretty please?” 

Jay sighed and shared a look with Iris. “I’ll go see if I can find him,” Iris said, leaving the room. Bart grinned, taping his finger on the bedside. He moved so fast, it was just a hum. 

“Stop it.” Jay grabbed his hand. “Be patience, Bart.” 

“Right, sorry.” He swallowed hard, pulling his hand out of Jay’s grasp. “Did (Y/N) lose their leg?” He remembered the sight of your leg once they got the rock off. Bile crept up his throat. 

Jay sighed, closing his eyes. “Yes. There wasn’t a way to repair the damage.” He opened his eyes, frowning at Bart. Bart didn’t realize until he saw Jay’s frown that he had tears running down his cheeks. “It’s not your fault.”

“But it is. I’m the one who caused the avalanche without checking to make sure everyone was off the mountain.” Bart gripped at blankets. His body shook uncontrollably. Jay reached out and pulled Bart into his arms.

“Hush. Don’t dwell on that now. (Y/N) is fine, you are fine. That is what’s important.” Jay rocked Bart gently. Bart hid his face into Jay’s shoulder, hoping the doctor would show up soon.

***

Once the doctor gave him the okay and he procured a pair of pants and a shirt, Bart and Jay walked down the hall toward the ICU unit. “Do you want to stop in the gift shop?” Jay asked, hands in his pockets. 

Bart blinked in surprise. He was so focused on getting to you that he didn’t notice they had even passed the gift shop. “Why?” He eyed one of the stuffed animals inside and blushed at the sight. “Would it be crash to get (Y/N) something?” 

“Yes, it would.” Jay stepped inside and walked around. Bart followed him, going straight toward the stuffed animal that caught his eye. It reminded him of the one he saw in your room the one time he had been over to your house. Jay made his way back to Bart’s side. “Do you want to give (Y/N) that?” 

Bart nodded, swallowing hard as he picked it up. “I bet (Y/N) already has a lot of stuff though.” He blinked. “What if they don’t want to see me?”

“They’ll want to see you.” Jay took the animal. He purchased it quickly and led Bart back out. “Come on, let’s get you down there. The doctor said you couldn’t be out of your room too long.” 

“I’m moded.” He dragged his feet. His stomach sank in dread. You wouldn’t be able to forgive him. He basically cut off your leg himself. How could he ever get over the fact he caused you to lose your leg?

“Calm down.” They stopped outside the door. Jay knocked. Bart held his breath when he heard your voice telling them to go in. “I’ll stay out here. Go on,” Jay whispered, opening the door and pushing Bart inside when he didn’t move.

Bart stumbled in, gasping when he saw the monitors around you. Cassie was sitting on the edge of your bed, showing you a magazine. You looked fine, except for the missing lump under the blanket. Bart stared at it, blood draining out of his face. 

You brightened at the sight of him. “Hey. You’re okay?” You reached out a hand to him. Bart stayed where he was, squeezing the stuffed animal tightly in his hands as he began to shake. 

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Cassie quickly left the room. She elbowed Bart on the way out. “Snap out of it.” 

Bart shook his head at the sound of the closing door. “Bart, come sit down.” You patted your bedside. “Don’t blame yourself.” 

He zoomed, suddenly beside you. “Here.” He shoved the stuffed animal in your arms. “I’msosorry.Imessedupsobad.Modedbeyondbelief...”

“Stop it.” You pressed your hand against his lips. He stopped talking. His lips buzzed at the touch of your finger. “It’s not your fault.” You smiled at him brighter. “Bart, you saved my life. I would have froze to death if you didn’t stay close to keep me warm.” You pulled your hand away to take his hand. The stuffed animal sat in your lap like it belonged there. 

“But your leg?” He glanced at the place where your leg should have been. 

“It’s fine.” You winced suddenly. Bart’s eyes widened. “No, you’re fine. It’s just phantom pain. The doctor said that would be a thing.” You gave him a shaky smile. “They said I’m going to get a robotic leg. I’ll be a cyborg.” You giggled, trying to stay positive. 

“That’s...crash.” Bart tried to smile back at you, but failed. He sighed. “If you take back the marry, bang, kill game, I’ll understand.” 

“What?” You squeezed his hand. He looked at you in disbelief. All he saw was love in your eyes. “Nah, I’ll always marry you, Bart Allen. No matter who the other two are.” You swung your entwined hands back and forth. “I hope your thoughts haven’t changed just because I’ll be a cyborg.”

Bart jumped, vibrating slightly. “No, of course not. You’re crash. You’ll always be crash.” He grinned for real finally. “Once you’re up, we should go for ice cream or something?”

“I’d like that.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek. Bart swore his heart skipped several beats and spasmed in his chest. “And we can leave Wally at home. You won’t have to shove his ice cream in his face again just because he made me laugh.”

Bart chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. “Noted.” He super sped a kiss to your cheek. You closed your eyes at the feather light flutter of a kiss. 

“Can you slow down and maybe move over a little?” you asked sweetly, tapping your lips. Bart couldn’t refuse you, slowing down so you could feel every moment of the kiss he pressed to your lips.

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Warden's Wrath

"write a fic based off this concept" they said, "it'll be fun and quick and easy" they said, "it'll be like 1-1.5k words tops!!" they said

they are my brain. I did write it. it was fun. but it was not quick and easy. and it is not 1k words. it is, in fact, 3k and it did, in fact, take me 3 full days

anyway. I hope everyone enjoys it regardless lmao, it was still super fun to write and the concept is AWESOME!!

concept from this post and this post/ask here, and special thanks to @emmadoodlewrites, @twordishfics, @fluffallamaful, and @cayjuno for all of your wonderful and incredible additions and ideas!! this literally would not exist without you guys so thank you all :))

lee!george, lee!dream, ler!warden?? idk lmao, 3.3k words

enjoy <3

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George felt his heartbeat pounding in his ears as he tilted his head against the stone wall behind him. He closed his eyes, taking in deep, chest-rocking breaths as he caught his stamina up for what he knew was about to be one of the most difficult fights yet this challenge. The three hunters had watched with horror painted faces as Dream ran through the cave directly into the Warden's main room, and George didn't think he had to verbalize how much he absolutely dreaded the idea of following him for Bad and Sapnap to agree with him.

He decides to do it anyway.

"Do we know if we're like… prepared enough to follow him in there?" George asked softly, taking a moment to eat a slice of bread and pass pieces to his friends. He followed suit with the canisters of water as Bad responded to him.

"I believe so," he reassured, nodding his head as he spoke. "We have enough food and water, and our armor is pretty solid. And he probably thinks we won't follow him in for a while, so the sooner we do the better. I'm confident in us."

"I'm glad someone is," Sapnap cut in, capping the canister of water and slipping it back into his bag. "But it doesn't matter either way. We have to go in, like… a minute ago."

"Okay, Sapnap, you go first, you're good at getting good first crits on him. Then me, then George, I'll tank any hits he throws that miss you and George will be there to hopefully get another crit or two while he's busy with us. Sounds good?" Bad explained, stepping to be in between the other two to be ready in order. George and Sapnap both nodded, grabbing their swords and gripping their shields tight as they followed Bad's lead into the ready position. 

There was nothing left to do but charge. And, so, they did.

Bad counted down from three and Sapnap rounded the corner, heading in the direction they saw Dream go, quietly but not stealthily. Suddenly, they saw Dream hiding behind a rock in the corner of the room, and Sapnap yelled out a loud 'there he is!' before all three hunters b-lined directly towards him. 

George held his sword and shield tight as he ran, determined to win this challenge if it was the last thing he ever did, when suddenly he felt something wrap around his ankle and his shoulder and elbow were hitting the floor. He yelped, both in shock and pain from smacking the ground so hard. His sword had fallen out of his hand, clanging against the brick portion of the floor he was on, and his shield only partially broke his fall as it laid half underneath and half to the side of him.

"George?!" He heard Bad yell to him from a distance, and he heard the noises of Sapnap and Dream's weapons hitting against each other as Sapnap single handedly fought a battle that was meant to be three against one. George attempted to stand back up, assuming he had just tripped on something on the ground, but gasped as he found out he was unable to pull his leg away. He whipped his head around to look down, shocked when he saw what seemed to be dark blue vines wrapped around his ankle, slowly sliding to wrap around his entire leg.

"What–" George whispered to himself, kicking and pulling at his trapped leg and letting out another noise of surprise when his squirming only caused the vines to wrap tighter and further up his leg. As the vines moved, they seemed to almost vibrate against his skin from the inside out, and George wouldn't be able to describe that feeling as anything but the weirdest thing he's ever felt in his life.

He wasn't able to think much more about it, though, as suddenly everyone in the room stopped dead in their tracks at the sound of loud, booming footsteps approaching them. George is pretty sure he stopped breathing when the Warden rounded the corner and looked directly at him, caught helplessly in the vines in the middle of the room.

Before George could even think to move away or make another attempt to escape, the Warden took a deep breath and let out the loudest, most ear-piercing shriek he had ever heard in his life, straight in his direction. George yelled, covering his ears momentarily before his arms shot down to wrap around his torso. When the Warden screeched, it sent a shockwave through George's body, and every area of his skin tingled. He squeezed his eyes shut and curled his body up, knees pushing his arms further into his stomach as he leaned forward and rested his forehead on the bricks below him, bracing himself for what he assumed was about to be the worst pain he's ever felt.

Only it wasn't painful. The shockwave and vibrations didn't hurt at all. 

Instead, it tickled. It really, really tickled.

George bit his lip, holding his torso tighter, letting out a small whimper in confusion at why the hell he felt like there were a thousand fingers poking his ribs and sides and a hundred hands scratching at his tummy all at once. He held in his laughter as best as he could, only small noises coming out every few seconds. This didn't last too long, though, because the second he tried to sit up slightly to try to gather himself, he realized that the unbearable feeling was also on his legs, and he was suddenly hit with the same amount of fingers and hands squeezing at his knees and skittering up and down his thighs. George screamed out in laughter, unable to keep himself steady any longer, and his entire body curled up as much as he could manage. 

"George!?" Someone yelled, and through his laughter, George could make out that it was Sapnap this time. He heard a sword hit the ground and suddenly felt two bodies by his side, feeling his face heat up as he remembered how many of his friends were in the room. He managed to bring one hand away from his torso to cover his mouth, but this did nothing but muffle his already present laughter. "George, are you alright?"

George shook his head, attempting to say something in response but being cut off by another squeal when he felt the invisible hands trace the side of his neck up to his ears.

"What's happening?" Another voice asked, and George was briefly able to look up from his position to see that Dream had actually walked towards them, still keeping his distance as he spoke but obviously only there to help. "I called Jimmy for a time out, is he okay?"

"I don't know," Sapnap replied, reaching forward and putting a hand on George's shoulder when he seemed to finally be calming down. George flinched at his hand, before his body relaxed completely in exhaustion and he fell onto his side on the ground, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. He crossed his arms over his chest, holding onto his opposite shoulders, and pulling his knees up to his chest. 

"Gogy?" Bad spoke quietly, resting his hand on George's hand and gently rubbing his knuckle with his thumb. "Are you alright?"

"Thahat…" George finally spoke, voice horse from his laughter. He swallowed before he spoke again, eyes still closed but not as harshly this time. "That was tortuhure… whaha– whahahat the hell just happened…"

"Can you, like, can you describe it to us?" Dream asked, having taken a few steps closer to now stand to the right of where Sapnap was kneeling. George took a moment before he answered, waiting until he was sure he could talk through his laughter and his body was calm enough to relax.

"It was… it was, like…" George started, cheeks turning even more pink at the idea of explaining what just happened. "Don't make fun of me, okay?" The other three nodded. "Okay, it was, like… it tickled. Like, so bad, it felt like every single bone in my body was shaking and every nerve in me was on fire but it was just… tickling? I don't – I don't really know how to explain it, but it felt like I wasn't even in my own body anymore, like all I could focus on was how much it tickled and I couldn't even think of a way to get out of it, plus this stupid vine–!" George cut himself off to sit up, pointing at the vine that was just starting to retract from his leg. "It grabbed me! And it wouldn't let go, and that tickled too, and every time I tried to move away it held tighter, and I couldn't– I couldn't think!"

"Did it, like… hurt?" Sapnap asked hesitantly, hand still resting on George's arm.

"No! That's the weird part! It didn't hurt at all! I expected it to, I braced for it at first because I expected it to hurt, but it didn't! It literally just tickled so bad everywhere in my body that I literally couldn't function as a person." 

"Are you okay now?" Dream asked.

"I-I think so… I don't feel it anymore."

"That's good. We're glad you're okay, Geo–" Bad started, but was interrupted by Sapnap.

"Bad." He turned his attention to Sapnap, and Sapnap flickered his eyes between him, George, and where Dream was standing next to him. Bad gave him a confused look, but Sapnap just widened his eyes and flicked his head towards Dream. As if a light bulb was switched on, Bad understood what Sapnap was trying to say. And, perfectly on cue, George gathered what they were planning as well, and all three hunters' eyes were on Dream.

Dream knew that look all too well.

"Uh… well, if George is okay, I'm gonna– I'm gonna go, and uh… let Jimmy know we're good, cool?" Dream explained, slowly walking backwards away from the hunters. Bad and Sapnap stood up, and Dream tried to turn around and run away, but before he could even get all the way around Sapnap had grabbed him by the arms. His shoes slipped on the dirt and dust on the ground when he was abruptly pulled back, causing him to lose his footing and fall completely against Sapnap, into his grasp. "NO!" He yelped, trying to stand up straight to squirm away, but because of his and Sapnap's height difference and the way Sapnap was holding him, it was almost impossible. 

"I GOT HIM!" Sapnap yelled, giggling to himself as he watched Dream struggle. He managed to pull Dream all the way back to where George had gotten hit by the shockwave, lightly kicking the back of his knees so he would drop to the ground, Sapnap following.

"NO! No, let go, fuck off!" Dream yelled as Sapnap held onto one of his arms, pushing at him with the free one until Bad came and grabbed that one. "Fuck OFF!"

"You fuck off! George, set the sensors off!" 

"DON'T! George, don't!" Dream tried to protest, putting on his best puppy dog eyes that he knew always worked on George, but George wasn't even looking at him as he ran around the room and set off the sensors. Dream could only watch in anticipation and nervousness as the Warden turned back around, looking right at him, as it heard the sensors go off. As it inhaled deeply, just like it did before George was struck, Sapnap and Bad dropped his arms and sprinted to either side of the room. Dream thought he could make a break for it and maybe dodge the attack, but his idea was crushed when he moved to stand up and one of the vines– the same one that had gotten to George– grabbed him by the wrist and held him in place. "No no nono, oh God, no," He mumbled to himself, pulling at the vine as he heard the Warden's chilling screech for the second time, even more chilling now that it was directed at him. 

Dream squealed when the shockwave hit him, exactly like how George had, clamping his free hand over his mouth as he doubled over in laughter. 

At first, when George had explained the feeling, Dream thought he was exaggerating, that there was no way something invisible could affect him that badly, especially not bad enough to warrant the reactions and cool down time that George had dealt with. But now that he was the one experiencing it, he honestly admired George for even being able to put the feeling into words. The tickling sensation was way more intense than he had imagined, focused the most on his tummy and spreading all over, out to his hip bones, up to his highest ribs right by his armpits, and down to the backs of his knees and the soles of his feet. 

Dream's back arched on instinct as the tingling sensation swirled around in his stomach, combined with the already present fluttering of butterflies. His feet were flat against the floor, pressing hard into the bricks and stomping every so often to uselessly try to dispel the tickles, knees bent and pulled up to his chest. He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut when he noticed Sapnap and Bad had come to sit cross legged on either side of him. He buried his face in his knees, giggling and shaking his head harder as Sapnap reached over to pull his hand away from his mouth. 

"If you surrender we'll make it stop, Dreamie," Bad teased, ruffling Dream's hair from his curled up state and running one nail over the shell of his ear. Dream could only laugh in response, not even positive he was hearing his friends correctly from how much his thoughts were jumbled. He squirmed away from Bad's hand, jerking his head to the side and trying to pull his arm away from Sapnap.

"Shuhuhut– stohohop ihihit!" He said through a breath, trying to stop himself from laughing but only breaking into more cackles as the tingling slid up and down his sides. His back arched again, and he was successful in pulling his arm back, but he fell backwards slightly, hitting something solid behind him that he knew wasn't a wall. He fluttered his eyes open for a moment, blinking away a few tears that had formed in the corners from how hard be was squeezing them shut, glancing up to see George standing behind him. He was honestly pretty grateful to have him there, happy to have something to lean against as his core strength was dwindling from the feeling in his tummy. He let his body fall limp against George, closing his eyes again and tilting his head back as he struggled through his giggles.

"Come on, you know you want to, it would be so easy! Just say, 'I give up', and this can all be over," George added onto the teasing, reaching forward to run his hand through the front of Dream's hair to pull a few stray pieces from his face. Dream shook his head slightly, nose scrunching as he giggled more.

"Noho– fuhuck yohou–" Dream tried to protest, but was cut off when Sapnap leaned forward and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and blowing a raspberry on his tummy before he could even realize what was happening. He yelled out Sapnap's name, back arching again before he collapsed against George's legs. The force that he hit George's knees with made him stumble back slightly, still present enough for Dream's comfort, but Dream slid down slightly to lay more flat as a result. "Gohohohod– yohohou suhuck!" Dream whined, making the other three laugh a little at him.

He turned to lay on his side, crossing his legs at the ankles and curling his toes inside his shoes, grabbing at the vine that held his wrist before burying his face in his arm and groaning. He laughed freely now, knowing there was no way he could even try to stop the tickling, he just had to ride it out. He let out a loud squeal when the tickling stopped on the rest of his body but focused its energy entirely on his tummy and sides, unable to stop himself from squirming and yelling out in laughter.

"OHOH myhyhy gohohod! Ihihi– I cahahahan't, plehehehe– I gihihive uhuhup, plehehehease!" Dream managed to stutter out through his laughter, voice high pitched and his legs kicking out as the sensation finally, finally started to dull to a soft tingle. It was still enough to make him giggle almost non-stop, but it fizzled out enough for him to catch his breath a bit. 

"What was that?" Bad asked with a smirk, and Sapnap reached over to grab Dream's shoulder and turn him into his back. Dream groaned, letting his body be turned but turning his head away. Sapnap reached over to grab Dream's hand, sliding his fingers between Dream's and holding tightly. Bad followed his movements, grabbing Dream's other hand as the vine around his arm snaked away. Dream squeezed both of their hands instinctively, still reeling from the tickles, and not fully rid of the sensation yet.

"I gihihi– I gihive up!" Dream said, laughter breathy as he got out the last of his giggles. He inhaled as much air as he could manage, letting out little chuckles here and there, a smile permanently plastered to his face. "Jesus christ… I feel– I feel like I just saw God."

"I tried to warn you people!" George yelled, making everyone else giggle along with him.

Sapnap took the initiative and let Jimmy know the challenge was over, and that the hunters had won. He went over to where Dream had left his bag of items, slinging it over his shoulder before walking back over to Dream and offering him a hand to stand up. He did so, legs wobbly, and George let him lean on his shoulder for support as they started to walk out of the cave together, Bad following their map and leading the way.

"That was… the most unfair ending to a challenge I've ever been through. That should count as cheating, I think."

"What?! Absolutely not! If you had found out about that and used it against one of us you would be totally fine with it, so shut up, it's not our fault you're just so unbelievably ticklish," Sapnap replied incredulously, reaching over and acting like he was about to poke Dream's stomach. Dream practically screeched at his movement, curling his entire body around George to avoid the fingers.

"DO NOT! Do not!" Dream complained, pointing a finger at Sapnap before continuing to walk alongside George. "I think one day me and you should bring these two muffinheads down here and show them how it feels, huh, Georgie?"

"What?"

"No!" 

Bad and Sapnap yelled at the same time, Bad whipping his head around to look behind him and Sapnap taking a step away to avoid being too close to them.

"You will do nothing of the sort, Dream, I'll tell you that much, to be a hundred and ten percent clear. You either, George," Sapnap shut the idea down, walking ahead to catch up with Bad.

"Don't bring me into this, I would rather just forget any of this happened," George chimed in, and Dream's shoulders slumped, because George's tone sounded genuine and he would never force George to plan revenge for something he didn't feel comfortable with.

Until George craned his neck to look behind and up at Dream, smiling mischievously and nodding his head with a wink.

Dream decided he may have to write these coordinates down at some point.

[halstudandruz]

Gentleman in the Streets, Freak in the Sheets (NSFW)

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Kelly gets fed up when you tease him at work all shift (Dominate, kinda rough Kelly smut)

Warnings: Smut (18+), daddy kink, breeding kink¿, swearing

A/N: Anyone else find the gif incredibly sexy? Also, proof skimmed at 4am so don’t judge typos 😅

It was a quiet day in the firehouse. Ambulance 61 only running a few calls and everyone else passing the time by running drills or checking equipment. You had offered to make dinner, wanting to give Ritter and Gallo a break for once. You were far from a candidate, but you weren’t “all in” on the candidate hazing per say. They needed a break every once in a while too. Especially when trying to cook three meals a day for the pickiest men in Chicago. You were trying to decide how to marinate the chicken when your boyfriend walked into the lounge headed straight for the kitchen.

“You cooking tonight?” He asked when he spotted you in front of the stove. Watching you nod, he chuckled.

“You know we have candidates for that.” He teased.

“Yeah yeah I know, I also don’t care.” You retorted, having already had this talk before. “Hey! What are you doing?” You scolded as you watched him open up a cupboard digging through it.

“Getting chips.” He answered, nonchalantly.

“I’m making food!” You reminded him.

“And I will eat it, but I need something to hold me off in the meantime.” He replied, rolling your eyes, you turned back to the task. “Okay spices.” You thought out loud moving towards the cabinet Kelly was still digging through. Registering in your head that there was nobody else around except Mouch who was loudly snoring on the couch. Smirking you took the few steps towards your needed ingredients.

“Excuse me.” You mumbled slipping in front of Kelly where he was trying to reach something from

the back of the top shelf. Pushing yourself up on your tippy toes you attempted to grab spices off the bottom shelf, pushing your butt out to put pressure against his crotch before slowly moving back down on the heels of your feet, smiling effectively to yourself when you felt Kelly immediately tense above you swallowing a low groan, trying again and eliciting the same reaction. “I can’t reach it. Could you hand me that cayenne pepper?” You asked sweetly pointing to it, witnessing a pink tint appear across his cheeks, still pressed tightly against you, clenching his jaw when you wiggled your hips back against his. Tightly gripping the container he handed it to you. “Thank you, lieutenant.” You grinned sliding out from in front of him to make your way towards the counter. It wasn’t but two seconds before Kelly had you trapped up against the counter. Breathing heavy in your ear goosebumps traveling down your body at the warmth of his breath.

“You think you’re so sly. Such a little tease, trying to make daddy rock hard.” Kelly leaned over your back pushing his hips into your spine where you felt an obvious bulge. “You’re just giving me an invitation to bend you right over this counter and use you.” Kelly whispered into your ear as you started to chop up the celery coming centimeters away from chopping off your finger at his words. It had been a few days since you had sex and you knew you both were craving each other. When the sound of footsteps heading for you became clear he sprung away putting a respectable amount of space between the two of you.

“Is anybody making dinner around here?” Herrmann asked, appearing from the apparatus floor, Stella in tow behind him.

“Yeah, working on it.” You assured him watching Kelly retrieve a bag of chips and head towards the bunk room, cool relaxed demeanor drifting back over him. He was always better at hiding things than you, and this was likely a game you were going to lose at, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You and Kelly had dated for awhile before accepting that the pressures of the job was starting to take a toll on your relationship. In order to healthily deal with your issues separately you decided to take a break, knowing that you would likely eventually end up back together, or at least hoping so. It was hard at first especially after finding out he had had a brief fling with Stella, one of your best friends in the house, but you had gotten through it and had been back together for a couple months. Nobody else in the house knew though, except Matt who you frequently ran into every morning in his kitchen.

You had taken plenty of opportunities to tease Kelly throughout the rest of the shift. Sending him dirty texts, accidentally running into him in the shower, innocently flirting with Gallo just to get a rise.

“Oh sorry are you almost done?” You asked sweetly watching Kelly shift his clothes from the washer to the dryer.

“Be my guest.” He moved out of the way for you to move towards the washer starting to throw your clothes into it when you heard him clear his throat. Turning you cocked your head when you saw him holding one of your thongs on his pointer finger. “Oops must’ve dropped that.” You played innocently, taking it from him to drop it into the machine feeling the heat of his body crowd you.

“What has gotten into you today?” He questioned, gripping your hips.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You bit your lip blinking up at him.

“Oh so you really were just interested in Gallo’s new workout regimen?” He smirked, pushing you completely against the washer.

“Kid’s looking swole what can I say?” You giggled.

“You must really want me to take you right here, Kitten.” He shook his head, lips moving centimeters away from yours. You hummed, waiting for him to make contact, but he never did. “Say it. Tell me.” He challenged right hand moving up to your bare stomach, finger pulling at the top of your pants.

“I want you.” You admitted and you could feel him smile against your own lips.

“How bad?” He encouraged, popping the button of your pants open, fingers inching further south.

“So bad.” You assured, moaning when the pad of his finger came in contact with your clit, his mouth muting the sound. You relaxed letting the pleasure seep into your body. Whimpering when one of his fingers pushed into you. Your own fingers were nothing compared to his and it had been too long since you felt them. Bracing yourself against his chest when he added another, thrusting them in and out.

“Fuck, Kel. Someone could walk in.” You reminded him trying to keep a clear head, that was very quickly fading.

“Let them. They can watch and see how wet and desperate I make you while fingering your little pussy. Then they can imagine what I do to you with my cock.” He whispered into your ear, causing your knees to buckle below you.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out when his thumb began to flick against your clit synchronizing with his thrusts, his dirty talk was always out of this world. You felt your legs begin to shake, head falling into your boyfriend’s chest, sharp breaths coming out just as the knot unraveled in your stomach. Kelly’s free hand wrapping around your waist to steady you. He waited for you to gain control of your balance again before removing his hands away from you.

“This is far from over.” Kelly kissed your sweaty forehead before retreating leaving you a disheveled mess. You left him alone for the rest of the night knowing if you went near him you were going to cave and this time you would be sure to be caught.

You had turned a boring shift into an entertaining one and you loved watching him squirm.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t gotten much sleep having run calls almost all night, one after the other, and you were so ready to fall into your big soft bed you had even forgotten about the game you were playing with your boyfriend. Up until you walked into your apartment. Dropping your bag to the floor you kicked off your shoes barely registering Kelly close behind you until he tugged on your wrist, taking you off balance causing you to fall right into him, his hard body insistently igniting a spark within you. His hands gripped your face bringing you in for a heated kiss, one that had you leaning back against the door almost immediately.

“Mmm.” You hummed, starting to feel your body summon a second wind.

“Are you too tired? Cause we can do this later.” Kelly pulled away to ask you sincerely, palm cupping your face.

“You seem to have woken me back up.” You chuckled arms circling around his neck to pull him back down to you, tongue joining his, gripping the bottom of his shirt you broke the kiss to tug it over his head.

“Don’t worry you have me so fucking horny this isn’t gonna take long.” He laughed unbuttoning your jeans as he licked across your jaw.

“I don’t know if Matt’s gonna want to see our clothes all over the floor.” You joked, stepping out of your jeans as he pushed them down.

“I asked him to give me an hour or two.” Kelly shrugged a cocky tone in his voice causing you to roll your eyes.

“It’s his apartment too.” You pointed out, shedding yourself of your shirt and bra, as Kelly tossed his jeans to the side.

“He can come home if he wants to, he just may regret it. Which is exactly what I told him.” Kelly replied, taking two steps towards you to throw you over his shoulder.

“Kelly!” You giggled unexpectedly.

“Shh we’re on a time limit.” He smacked your ass and you could hear the smile in his voice as he walked you towards your bedroom. Dropping you at the edge of the bed quickly covering the length of your body with his capturing your breasts in his hands, mouthing at your right nipple. Before his hands moved to explore all the parts of your body. The small pleasure sending goosebumps down your body. “You’ve been teasing daddy at work all shift. What if Herrmann or Stella would’ve seen you wiggling this perfect little ass against my crotch?” Kneading it into his palms. “Would you have liked that? Showing everyone how worked up you can get me? How hard you make me just by looking at you?” Kelly growled nibbling down your neck.

“Stella maybe.” You mumbled, causing him to chuckle.

“Jealous?” He inquired.

“Possessive.” You responded, squeezing his crotch for emphasis.

“She’s got nothing on you baby girl.” He promised, picking you up enough to lay you down. higher on your bed. “You have me so pent up you know that?” He rolled his hips down on yours thin fabric covering each of you, so you could clearly feel his full bulge, a soft moan escaping your lips at the action. Kelly smirked above you at the sound.

“You want it so bad don't you? You want daddy to fill you up good huh baby girl?” He taunted fingertips running up and down your thighs. You clenched your jaw trying to keep your hips firm against the bed not wanting to give into him so easily. “Awe come on. You know you love when I talk dirty to you. You tell me all the time, and I bet if I just move my hand a little south it’ll do all the talking for you.” He teased finger snapping the waistband of your underwear“Just tell me how bad you want this cock sweetheart. How you are soaking through your panties right now just thinking about it.” He continued hand very steadily moving closer to what you knew was going to be a pool of liquid between your legs. “And I will rock your world.” He promised biting hard at your collarbone just as his fingers met your clothed center, accompanied by a loud moan involuntarily filling the room. “Would you look at that?” He brought his glistening fingers up in front of your face, but you remained quiet chewing on your lips. “Oh so that’s how we’re gonna be today?” He raised an eyebrow before backing away from you, “you can get yourself ready then, or you’re not getting any.” He commanded.

“No, wait I’m sorry come-“ You started to reach for him but he leaned farther away.

“Your choice.” He smiled widely at you.

“Whatever, fine.” You pouted, you could certainly make this as torturous for him as it was for you. Slowly sliding your panties down your legs. “Oh hey you weren’t kidding, they are soaked.” You laughed, jokingly before throwing them at Kelly’s face. Spreading your legs wide for him to see fingers grasping your nipples first rolling them between your thumb and forefingers. Hips rolling at the feeling that warmed your body. Bringing your hand up to your mouth you made a show of your lips sucking two of your fingers, tongue circling around them humming a small moan that could still be clearly heard in the room. Hand trailing leisurely down your body. You could hear Kelly’s breath hitching as your hand connected with your center purposely moaning loudly enough to fill the apartment putting pressure against your clit. Finger teasingly sliding across your own entrance before circling it again. You could feel the juices starting to drip down your legs, getting impossibly wetter at Kelly’s dark eyes watching your every move. “Oh god.” You groaned, pushing in a single finger thrusting your finger up towards your stomach. Giving more attention to your clit before adding a second finger. “Yes, fuck yes.” You breathed hips pushing down towards your palm when you curled your fingers towards your g-spot already wishing it was Kelly’s dick.

“That’s it baby, play with your wet little pussy so daddy can watch. Such a pretty cunt.” Kelly praised. You hadn’t even realized your eyes had closed shut until you had opened them met with the sight of Kelly’s hand lazily stroking his fully hard shaft.

“Daddy..please.” You begged.

“What do you want sweetheart? Tell me.” He ordered eyes locked with yours.

“You to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk for days.” You whined hips still desperately moving with your hand. Kelly appeared back on top of you in seconds.

“Daddy’s ready to take such a long sexually frustrating day out on your perfect little cunt.” He teased nipping your earlobe as he lightly rubbed the tip of his dick between your folds. Slowly pushing his hips forward, your pussy immediately taking him in. “God baby you’re so fucking tight. How can you be this fucking wet and still so tight?” He growled, breaths coming out heavier as he continued to move forward waiting for you to loosen up for him. Focusing on the smell of him so close to you, the quiet little growls, the warmth of his body right against you had you relaxing quickly the pain of the intrusion subsiding within seconds.

“Move Kelly.” You encouraged him, digging the heels of your feet into the bottom of his back trying to pull him even deeper.

“Ah ah ah,” Kelly grabbed ahold of your hands pinning them above your head, “you’re here for daddy’s pleasure right now kitten.” He reminded you with a slow roll of his hips causing you to whimper. His hips moving in slow deliberate circles before thrusting hard all the way in you.

“Fuck!” You screamed, head falling back into the pillows. Your legs falling wider apart when he started moving in a steady rhythm. Quickly finding your soft spot, knowing your body inside and out. “There.” You informed him in a mumble, starting to lose the ability to think, worse with each thrust. He had your arms pinned above your head, hips pounding against yours as hard as possible. Moans and slapping of skin echoing in the room. It was crazy how quickly he could get you where you needed to be. Knew exactly the angle his cock had to enter and exactly the right speed, but he definitely knew what he was doing. Slowly his thrusts as soon as he knew the knot began to build in your lower stomach. Bringing you to the edge numerous times.

“Kelly, I'm getting close.” You warned, whining even louder when his thrusts came to a stop. “Kelly fuck baby come on stop doing that.” You begged, legs beginning to shake at the continuous edging feeling the knot disappear from the pit stomach again and you wanted to cry.

“As soon as you learned to call me by the correct name you can finish.” He teased. Your brain was too clouded to form a decent sentence let alone control what was actually coming out of your mouth.

“God daddy I’m sorry I can’t help it. I can’t even think straight right now.” Your body was wiggling uncontrollably trying to get the friction moving again, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.

“You can and you will baby.” He ordered, slowly beginning to move again.

“Daddy please just let me cum. Please. Wanna cum around your cock so bad.” You begged, likely incoherently, but he must’ve felt bad as he moved his thumb down into to contact with your clit flicking against it in time with his thrusts.

“Ahhh holy shit yes! Daddy oh my god!” You yelled limbs locking when the pleasure exploded throughout your body. Shaking slightly, sounds flowing freely from your mouth, hands entwining with Kelly’s single hand above you. Stars were still clouding your vision when you tried to open your eyes, Kelly curling himself even closer against you, his head stuffed into your neck, groans continuously accompanying each of his breaths.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so close baby girl. So fucking close. Keep clenching that pussy for daddy. Just like that.” He coached, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“I can feel you twitching babe. I can feel how close you are daddy. You gotta pull out unless you want it in me.” You warned knowing within three strokes he was gonna fill you otherwise trying to push away the multiple voices in your head that admitted you would love nothing more.

“That’s exactly what I want princess, daddy’s gonna flood this tight perfect little pussy with his hot thick cum.” He grunted out and sure enough three strokes later you felt his cock swell, muscles tensing below your hands before spurting numerous amounts of cum against your walls, the warmth lighting your body on fire even more, Kelly collapsed onto your body, during the short fast thrusts he used to work himself through. Loud groans falling from his lips. Sweat covered your bodies sticking between the two of you.

Finally catching his breath a few minutes later he slowly pulled out of you, mind clicking and coming back to reality, eyes widening when he saw the cum running out of you, “Oh my god. Oh fuck baby I’m so sorry. Shit!” He panicked, eyes flicking from the mound between your legs to your face causing you to giggle.

“It’s fine, Kel.” You reassured him reaching for tissues to attempt any clean up.

“I should’ve asked. I let myself get way too carried away. I'm so sorry.” He ran a hand down his face.

“Would you be okay with having a baby with me?” You asked him sincerely.

“Well...yeah of course. I love you.” He nodded his head.

“Then it’s fine. We’re both adults. We know the risks of sex. If we really wanted to avoid it I would suggest more than just the pull out method. Plus if I was really worried I could’ve stopped you.” You shrugged. “Not saying I want to actively try but it certainly wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” You admitted, having kept your feelings on this exact subject at bay for a while.

“You want to have a baby with me?” He asked, shocked.

“Eventually.” You answered and he smiled.

“Could you imagine telling everyone you’re pregnant and we’ve actually been back together for months.” He laughed at the thought.

“Well thanks to your lack of self-control that might be a reality.” You joked, giving him a pointed look.

“On the brightside you’d get to call me daddy more.” He said winking as he leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

“Nobody would ever believe the things you say to me in bed.” You thought out loud.

“Gentleman on the streets, freak in the sheets.” He shrugged, winking.

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[nootgi]

Crystal Kisses - Childe

A/N:// I wrote this for a friend last year and decided to spread it out, take gn!reader and Childe on their secret mission!

Word count: 1200

“How does that even stay on your head?” They asked, completely distracted from the task at hand. The duo stood on the edge of a cliff, hidden by a VERY out of the place bush, looking down at the target. 

“Magic. Now focus.” He kept his answer short, needing full concentration to line up the shot. It was crucial that he didn’t miss. The whole plan hinged on it. If he messed up now, neither of them would see the light of day again. Their target stood in the centre of a ruin, lost in thought as his assailant drew back the drawstring.

Just as Childe’s fingers released the bowstring, his partner decided to shout ‘BULLSHIT’ on the top of their lungs, causing their target to notice them. However it was far too late for him, his hat was pierced by a hydro arrow and the stream of water doused the 6th harbinger. Scaramouche’s murderous roar echoed in the gorge as the duo turned to each other. Without a word they took off sprinting down the cliff, away from the 5ft storm that was coming straight for them.

“You just had to shout.” Childe says with a low voice. All he hears in answer was a sheepish giggle and somehow the anger starts to soften around the edges. 

“Oops-? Hey wait!!!” They were lagging behind Childe and his stupidly long legs and the dark electric aura behind was gaining on them. Panicking, they reach out for his hand. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his hand firmly around their’s and drag them along. By that point, Childe won’t lie but he forgot to be angry. The two ran across the open field with the biggest shit eating grin, holding hands. 

They came to a cave opening to an old mine shaft and decided to hide inside. There wasn’t much light inside the cave, the only source being the dim candles and the glowing crystals. Childe flopped down onto a rock, panting slightly to catch his breath but it proved to be difficult due the laughter constantly bubbling out of him. The other groaned in embarrassment, sliding down the wall to hide their face in their knees. Eventually the cave became silent as the laughter trailed off.

“Tartaglia! I’m so sorry-“ They rushed to say, unmoving from their shame cocoon. 

“Bullshit.” Childe says after a beat of silence and loses himself again in a fit of laughter. The shame proving too much for them, his partner stood up instantly and tried walking out of the cave with a pout. Before they could reach the exit, Childe had them trapped between the wall and his chest. His arms caged them against the wall, on either side of their head. They tried to move but Childe’s dark eyes had them fully paralysed. There was no escape other than maybe crawling between his legs? ‘No! That won’t work, he’ll just close his legs and crush me-‘ Noticing they were lost in thought, Childe moved one of his gloved hands to tilt their chin up. Only when his forehead came to rest on theirs did they snap out of it. 

“H-Hi.” They lamely squeaked out, the slight squirming below him bought satisfaction that no battle could. (Sadistic motherfu-) 

“Going somewhere Darling~?” His voice was barely above a whisper, whilst his voice sounded menacing his eyes told a different story. Childe’s eyes seemed to glow brighter than the crystals in the dim cave. Amusement swam wild in his blue eyes along with a hidden tendrils of tenderness. His eyes promised so much yet said so little, they could never understand the enigma that is Childe. However one thing was for sure, with him they never had anything to fear. Just as they were about to respond they couldn’t help but let their focus shift to his mask again. 

“Seriously how does that stay up there?” They unconsciously reached out to touch it, with a sigh he pressed his face closer to theirs. Even the smallest breath Childe let out was felt against their lips. The hand dropped midair, falling onto his shoulder and gripped onto his jacket tightly. 

“Even with me right in front of you like this, all you think of is my mask…” His other arm left the wall to slide around their waist. Their bodies pressed against each other like a moth to a flame, “What will it take for you to look at me darling?” By then his words are barely heard as their lips finally meet. His lips first touched their upper lip and his thumb moved from stroking circles on their cheeks to slowly pulling down their bottom lip. He moved his lips slowly, sliding over their mouth fully, letting his tongue enter their mouth. The kiss was slow but the passion behind it made their eyes shut and knees feel weak. They fell more into Childe’s embrace which he welcomed happily. Their hands moved up slowly up his chest, one resting on the base of his neck and the other tangled into his orange hair. Before they could get lost in each other’s embrace, they pulled away to catch their breath. They looked shyly away from him, cheeks flushed and softly breathless. They pressed their fingers against their own lips and suddenly alarm bells were ringing in their mind. They were too distracted to notice Childe’s intense stare, he watched intently as if to burn this image to memory. A sight he never wanted to forget. 

“Is that all you can take Dar-“ He was cut off as they jumped up to kiss him, the surprise sent Childe a step back but he caught himself. He found he couldn’t close his eyes with them this close, he watched their eyes that were screwed shut, the telling red blossoming on the tip of their ears and couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. They were too tense and doing it all wrong. He let them take the lead but let his hand on their cheek left to the back of their neck to tickle them slightly. It made them relax into the kiss and softly giggle into the kiss. With a shy grin they pushed him away again to cover their neck.

“Stop, you know I’m ticklish!” He smiled and waved his hands in the air to surrender.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help where my hands wander!” 

“Bullshit.” His lazy grin showed not even a drop of sincerity as he found his way back to holding them in his arms, the mood in the cave took a fun twist. In contrast to the deep passionate kisses from before they moved into small pecks as they joke around with each other. Small teasing remarks from Childe and snarky comebacks from them, shutting the other up with just a simple press of their lips. They moved from standing to being sat on the mine floor with them on his lap. Just as they try to get back into the mood, they run their fingers through his hair and the thump of Childe’s mask falling to the floor broke the mood. Childe started to laugh in the kiss, his laughter contagious as they started laughing with him. They both looked disheveled with messy hair and bright red lips. 

“Who would’ve thought magic would be such a cock blo-” A resonating slap sounded around the cave. 

(By this point if you’re wondering what is taking Scaramouche so long to catch up, well… he doesn’t have enough stamina left to climb the mountain and eventually relented as he realised his hat is still stuck on the pillar.)

[deobidrabbles]

[8:14pm]

[summary] It’s movie night and Eric is interested in doing something else

[genre/warnings] (s)mut

[a/n] requested by anon

It was movie night. You and Eric cuddled close as Despicable Me played on the TV screen. The movie was more than halfway over when you felt Eric rest his hand on your stomach and start to rub the area slowly. When you looked over at him, his eyes stared at the movie, pretending like he was unaware of his moving hand.

“Do you need something?” You placed your hand on his and asked.

“Yeah actually...” He trailed, hand creeping closer to your waistband. “You.”

His fingers hooked inside and pulled at the elastic before you swatted his hand away, “Let’s finish the movie first and then I’ll think about it.”

Eric dramatically slammed himself against pillows, making it apparent that he was annoyed that you were making him wait. He huffed and puffed to see if you’d cave in early but you didn’t. A smile couldn’t help but grow on your lips at his horny self. He whined when he saw you smiling, teasing him, “Please?”

“Nope!” You insisted.

He let out a small grunt and you thought he’d given up but actually he didn’t care about what you’d said anymore. He scooted closer to you, sliding one hand to hold your waist while the other kneaded over the mound of skin through your shorts. The blunt edges of your teeth bit down on your lower lip to suppress a moan. A hint of challenge laced his voice when he asked, “How about now?”

He knew that you couldn’t resist him for very much longer. Those fingers knew how to start a pool of arousal in your panties. He cupped your heat and leaned in close so that his lips were millimeters away from yours. You let out a shaky breath; no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t hide how he was affecting you.

“Come on...I know you want to,” He teased.

Eric grew more impatient by the second; you could tell by how hard he was pressing through your fabric of your short, desperate for permission to actually touch your skin. You caved. You wanted him as much he wanted you at this point. His reaction was immediate after you harshly pressed your mouth to his. He kissed you back with the same vigor.

Your fingers worked quickly to strip him free of his shirt and he regretfully pulled away to do the same. When you reconnect your mouths, his tongue swirled passionately around yours and his hand slid up your body to grope your breasts. You managed to find your way on top of him and start kissing down his abdomen. His cock sprung out as soon as you pulled down his sweatpants.

You wasted no time to kiss his tip and suckle on the head as it leaked precum. Your mouth stretched to take as much of him as you could and held the rest with your hand. Together, you pumped his shaft up and down. He begged for more as soon as the warmth engulfed him. With hallowed cheeks, you bobbed your head along his swollen cock faster than before. He gathered your hair into ponytail and held it away from your face so that he could see you swallow his length more clearly.

He bucked his hips a little too hard and caused the tip to hit the back of your throat. You gagged and were forced to pull away. A string of saliva connected your lips to his cock; Eric wiped it away and knocked you back onto your elbows. Eager to get inside of you, he ripped your shorts and panties down to you ankles and began sliding his head through your slick folds.

He hissed as your juices covered him. The rush of arousal when he grazed your clit had your body trembling; you were so turned on by his neediness. Each inch of him pushed into you with ease. His thrusts were slow at first, savoring every bit of friction, but that quickly ended when you started to fidget for more.

“Looks like you want me just as bad,” He said with a smirk.

You squirmed and tightened around him, wanting to feel more of him faster. Eric grabbed your legs by the ankles and placed them over his shoulder so that he could sink deeper into you. He looked so sexy with your limbs across his chest and over his shoulder. Sweat formed on his skin and made him glisten as he pounded into you.

Your nails dug crescents into his skin as you hung onto him for dear life. Despite his small frame, he was strong and sometimes he forgot just how hard he could pump his cock in and out of you. You didn’t like sex any other way; the burning sensation coaxed your orgasm every time.

You approached your peak embarrassing fast, the pressure around your clit from your legs squeezed together didn’t help. Your hips began to rock instinctively with his and your walls clenched around him even tighter. Your entire body heated up and your sensitive bud pulsed faster and faster until you were overcome with euphoria. Eric groaned at the feelings of your walls contracting around him.

His jaw clenched as he hyper-focused on chasing his orgasm. You whimpered underneath him while his hips snapped against yours at a blinding pace. He moved so fast that he was practically building up your second orgasm. If it weren’t for your body feeling so weak already, you could’ve came twice. Soon, he lost his rhythm; his thrusts began sporadic and rigid until he pulled out and completely collapsed on top of you.

“Fuck! I’m coming, I’m coming,” He heaved.

Sudden shots of cum covered your pussy. His load makes a sticky and wet mess out of you. It’s warm and tickled as it ran down your skin. You laid there trapped between Eric’s arms while he suffered the effects of his orgasm. When he regained his breath, he looked down at you, “You okay?”

You smiled at him in response and he dipped down to give you a kiss on the forehead. He reclaimed the spot of the couch where he was laying before and wrapped you up in an embrace. Your ear rested on his chest so that the only thing you could hear the steady beat of his heart. You closed your eyes, letting the soft thudding carry you off to sleep.

He shook you awake when he realized you were falling asleep, “Wake up! You said we have to finish the movie and then you’ll think about it.”

“I said that and then you totally ignored me! We already did it,” You giggled and nudged his chest.

“Yeah I know,” He said slyly. “But you should consider doing that all over again once the movie is over.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he nodded earnestly, “I promise I’ll actually wait until the end this time.”

[troublesometrollhunters]

I had a cool dream last night and so now i’m turning it into a prompt: Trollhunter crew need to journey to a Greek cavern for an important artifact and end up meeting a Gorgon(medusa style)!reader. Gorgon is pretty mellow until Blinky decides now is a time to talk about chopping their head off and not looking in their eyes... so Blinky is the damsel of the day while the others have to calm the diplomatic chaos (over Blinky’s exclamations of ‘please don’t eat me!’ From within the snake coils).

"Do not look directly into my eyes Hunter." You state from the saftey of the shadows.

Feeling the boy jump you laugh feeling the Daylight armor being summoned. Stepping closer to him keeping your eyes down, your snakes hiss flicking out yheir tongues as thet become your eyes. Humming your tilt your head. A human hunter... so the rumors of Merlin loosing his mind were true.

"Jim!" You feel more feet coming, more people and you watch curiously.

Jim the human hunter turns his head away quickly and you snicker.

"I will not hurt you child. And you don't have to look away, I'm not looking at you but I do sense you." You state shifting from the shadows so he can see your writhing hair of snakes. "As long as you do not gaze directly into my eyes you and your friends will be fine." You state and you hear an audible sigh as Jim calms down. Chuckling you turn as you his friends get closer to your cavern.

Your home was under an abandoned temple. There were miles of tunnels but you'd left signs in Greek and Trollish so people could naviagte the labyrinth and not get lost. You didn't like people getting lost in your home. It was bothersome to find them and try to escort them out.

Keeping your eyes to the ground the boys laughs nervously.

"So uhhhhhh... (Y/N)? Right? That's what the locals called you. What the signs say." Nodding Jim seems happy he got your name correct. Smiling at his sincerity you listen closely as he continues. "We... we really need something from the cave your guarding. Can... can we take a look inside?" He asks.

Hissing softly, you ponder if that is wise. Your tongues reach out and you hum. Three humans. Three trolls.

But none of them smelled guilty. Jim seemed to be telling the truth that they seeked something and the air felt calm depsite their fear. Humming softly you move from your post at the caverns opening allowing them to go into the treasure room beyond. You bow your head as a sign of good will and decide to keep it bowed until they left.

You would allow them to take whatever they needed. You trusted the Hunter. And so far you had no reason not to trust his friends as well. They let Jim do the talking but you had a feeling they were out of breath from exploring the catacombs as you were pretty deep underground and a long walk from the surface.

"master jim gorgons are tricksters, wild beasts from a forgetten age. we must take the relic we need and leave post haste." Hissing at the insult you weren't meant to hear, you let it slide and keep your head bowed to keep your guests safe.

A loud gasp is heard and you hum before closing your eyes and lifting your head confused. Your snakes squirm and you pause seeing the four armed troll look aghast.

"They've frozen trolls! Humans! Jim summon Daylight take their head before they surely freeze us as stone forever!" Turning in anger snakes hissing viciously as they squirm in every direction you bear your fangs at Blinkous. He backs away from you looking anywhere but your face as you glare stalking forward.

"You dare insult me in my own home than threaten me?" You demand. He shakes and you frown claws extending from your fingertips as you get closer.

Standing in front of him as he looks the other way eyes shut tight your snakes lash out and begin wrapping around the troll, trapping him. They couldn't bite him as he was stone but you could freeze him forever if you could just get one of his six eyes to open.

"I call you out on your misdeeds and now you feel too ashamed to look at me? Look at the one you call monster. Stare into my eyes and suffer the same fate as those who badmouth my name. For every statue here has no innocence." You hiss and the troll whines squirming as your snakes wrap around him tighter.

"Hey put him down!" Jim begs and you hum listening as Daylight is summoned. He holds out the sword but he doesn't strike he waits to see what you'll do as his friends pull out their own weapons waiting.

"Daylight is meant only to hurt trolls young Hunter. To kill creatures of the night. I am a gorgon, I am (Y/N).

Borne centuries before that blade was crafted, I am not bound to your rules nor your weapon and I could walk in the sun if I so chose. Daylight would not hurt me boy." The hunter pauses and you feel through your snakes that his friends seem panicked. They shift and you sense them move. You keep your eyes down as you talk focusing only on sound to guide you, this troll had said fowl things but the Hunters other companions hadn't caused any trouble.

Blinkous shuffles in your coils and you hiss at him in warning but he ignores you.

"That's it Master Jim! Claire! Tobias stomp and you shall confuse them!" Tightening your coils around Blinky to silence him your snakes hiss lowly. You had many senses, many strengths. Stomping may make it harder to tell where they were but you'd be able to feel enough to avoid them until this troll was frozen to solid stone for his transgressions.

"Silence." You demand. "I let you into my home. My sanctum. I keep my head bowed my eyes closed to keep you all safe. I show you respect and you dare speak of beheading me?" Your coils tighten as your blood boils scales scraping against rock.

"Please don't eat me!" He begs sobbing and you scoff rolling your eyes.

"I do not eat stone." You respond flicking out your forked tongue. Your grip tightens and the troll calls out feeling pain. You could squeeze him til he pops or you could make him another statue but your not quit sure which one you want more.

"Wait please don't!" The Hunter begs and you pause. Huffing as you close your eyes you drop the troll and pull away letting your snakes hiss as they loose their kill.

"I gave my word that you could take what you need. So take what you need and leave." Feeling Blinky back away from you, you let out one last hiss before disappearing into your treasures.

You were no monster but perhaps the Hunters friends were. You wished him the best as you hid amongst your gold waiting for them to take what they needed and leave.

"Thankyou!" He calls and you chuckle. What a strange hunter.

[seostudios]

on your knees doll: jungwoo

"C’mon on your knees doll, we just started."

masterlist

pairing: kim jungwoo x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, attempted crack

word count: 2k

warnings: unprotected sex (always wear a condom!), thigh riding, oral (giving), hair pulling, pet names, creampie, swearing, explicit language

taglist: @tastyykpop @aestheticfarquad @bakugou-is-my-bae @sancheezz-it @bbyggukies @beinglovedbyme @asahivillage @chqyoung @labelleetoilex3 @subtaetae @laziilia @mayaczennie @seowoos @tzuqui @jenotation @sharamanne @ncexst @commentgirl @luvyeo @nanassungie @runningonkpop @straysrachaa @miniaturealienllamahumanoid @lovehendery @chicksung​ @sqturnstqrs​ @neobluemings​ @hyenekuroo @kpoporacle​

a/n:  yall....this wasn’t as filthy as i intended but i hope u guys get off to this :3

It was Thursday evening and you had just arrived back home to your shared apartment with your boyfriend, Jungwoo. He had the week off due to a leak at his workplace, his boss decided to give his entire institute a week off rather than resort to online work since it was too much work to do in such little time. Nevertheless, Jungwoo wanted to be ahead of his work catching up on some filing and organizing his drawers in your in-home office, it wasn't necessary since Jungwoo was one of the most outstanding employees at his 9-5 job. You decided to let him do whatever pleased him since you still had work and everyday tasks outside of work since you were quite a social person within your tiny group of friends.

Hanging your purse on the coat rack and taking off your heels, sliding them beside the coat rack. You wore a knee-length black pencil skirt which hugged your body just perfectly always topping it with a button-up white dress shirt and your hair in a slick low bun, managing to look irresistible in normal work attire, although you were nice eye candy for your M.I.A boyfriend- you were suffering in these clothes quickly moving into your shared bedroom to change into pajamas after a short shower.

Finally making your way back out of the bedroom you rock a matching pair of satin pajamas which Jungwoo picked out for you, and you remember exactly why, they were sexy and comfortable not to mention easy access to some not so kid-friendly areas. Your hair was in a high messy bun, small strands you purposely pulled to the front to get the cute messy bun look and succeeding, moving into the kitchen you grab the kettle to pour some hot water in to make yourself and Jungwoo some tea.

ding

Looking across the kitchen counter to your device you see a message from Jungwoo 'Are you home darling?' smiling at his concern you message him back 'Been home babe. I'm making us tea, why don't you come out of your cave you hermit.' clicking send you almost immediately hear the doorknob to his office turn and a disheveled boy walking out. His hair was pointing out in multiple directions not to mention his awfully adorable tired face walking towards you who was just finishing up making the tea. He comes towards you not muttering even a word before pulling you into his embrace, pulling away his shoulders sag and he groans, "I'm so busy god I hate work." He says sighing in defeat, "I'm supposed to be saying that, you have the week off sir." You tell him poking his chest emphasizing the 'you'.

"So? I'm behind on a couple of projects and Taeil's gonna kick my ass if he doesn't see those by the end of the month." Sipping your tea you listen to his little ranting session which kind of made no sense. 'by the end of the month' It's September 3rd how big is this project? "Is it a big project?" You ask confused tilting your head, he shakes his head no continuing "It's just an event Johnny and I need to make flyers for," You chuckle at him complaining over such little things. "Alright go work you big baby," You tell Jungwoo turning him around with his teacup pushing him lightly towards his office.

Reading the time on your phone screen you quietly gasp, it was 11:56 and he still wasn't in bed. He needs sleep and you are an Interior Designer so helping him with his little flyers isn't gonna be too much of a task.

You pull the thick bed sheets over your body and waddle out the bedroom door to Jungwoo's office door, will he get mad at me? you thought hesitating to turn the doorknob. Ignoring your thoughts you twist it walking into the boy whose eyes were typing away at the computer in front of him.  

With the door creek breaking the silence in the dimly lit room Jungwoo looks up to your tiny figure at the frame. Already knowing your concern, he begins, "I know, I know I should be in bed." You walk around his desk, Jungwoo's eyes glued to your canvas, more so your little getup for the night, moving his hands from the keyboard he places them behind his head still watching as you slid yourself onto his lap, straddling onto the boy. Your legs trapping him on either side of his thighs, hands creeping their way to the base of his neck. "Come to bed." are the first words you breath after entering and the only words you breath before digging yourself into the crook of his neck yawning tiredly. He gives into your tight grasp holding you back for a moment before he continued typing away. 

You open your eyes, feeling a little groggy from the power nap you just invested in on Jungwoo's lap. Your eyelids are heavy, thoughts are hazy but you still hear that god damn typing, it was probably 2 in the morning knowing Jungwoo had the tendency to overwork himself not realizing the time. Lifting your head up from his neck you stretch, arching your back, arms casually going up. You caress Jungwoo's chest lightly before placing them on his nape, "You still up," you pout watching his gaze on you soften, though he finds your adorable he's focused on finishing his work "I'm busy." He told you hands reaching to casually graze your inner thigh, such simple actions woke you up in a whole new way. "Please," you beg, bouncing slightly on his lap like the brat you were, quietly hissing at your movements he moves his hands which were massaging your inner thighs to your hips gripping them securely making sure you don't pull another trick like that, his eyes were different now. Soft dark chocolate orbs staring into you, "Y/n," he began, "I'm. Busy." Strictly telling you - possibly warning you - not to play any games.

You quit knowing not to get him mad but the feeling in the pit of your core still aches to get him all riled up. Imagining him bending you over on this office table, ramming his cock into your tight hole, going up to pull your messy bun which would just be falling apart, telling you what a dirty slut you were to be pulling this on him. The thoughts clouded over you a new sinister smirk dancing along your lips. Head going back to his neck; him assuming you were going to get more sleep, relaxes his grip on you just to tighten it back when he feels your wet lips placing open-mouthed, sloppy kissing on his neck. Hearing Jungwoo's soft grunts and feeling his hands going to roughly grab your ass.

"Get up."

Here you were standing between Jungwoo's legs waiting for his next words. "I want you," he paused to look over behind you, to his laptop making sure to close it and slide it to the side. He sits back down on his seat, pushing it back, spreading his legs, "I want you to beg," looking down at his erect member just begging to be released from his bottoms. "Beg like the slut you are, beg for my cock and maybe you can get a taste." You walk over and straddle your self on top of his thigh, the thin satin material of your bottoms doing a poor job of covering you up exposing your core to him slightly from your leg hole. Hands reaching up and under his thin t-shirt you caress his toned stomach, "I need your cock, please. I'm so wet all from you and for you," You grind on his thighs causing you to moan at the contact of your clothed clit on his thigh, Jungwoo watches intently. His hands make their way to the waistband of your shorts tugging them signalling you to take them off. You quickly shift off him and slide them down to your ankles sliding them somewhere away from you two, "No panties?"He questions looking at you, staring into his dark eyes, "I want to ride you thigh Jungwoo," you request. Patting his clothed thigh, he watches you straddle, grabbing your hips he forces your movements, already at a fast pace. "Jung-Fuck," You quietly moan using his broad shoulders to keep balance. His grip loosened as you continued the same pace while his thumb went to stimulate your clit, abusing it. Soon enough you reached your high having him help you ride through it, now panting you still sit on his thigh, "C’mon on your knees doll, we just started." He commanded, watching your eyes widen shining slightly."What?"he says hand snaking its way around your throat, "Weren't you just begging for my cock like a whore? Get on your knees and show me you deserve it."He was so fucking hot. His hand made its was way from your throat to the crumbling messy bun gripping your hair pushing you off his thigh to on your knees in front of him. His fingers traced the wet spot on his thigh, "So messy," he told you kissing his teeth before lifting off his seat a little to remove his bottoms which caused his (big) length to pop out onto his stomach, hard and oozing of precum. Begging to be sucked.

Taking his cock into your hands, you rub your thumb over his red tip spreading his pre-cum all over, before latching your mouth onto it sucking it teasingly. "Use that pretty mouth properly before I make you," Jungwoo threatened. Sinking your mouth onto his member you bring a hand to fondle with his balls, receiving a growl from the boy who's was staring into your eyes, not breaking the eye contact you held while you sucked him dry. Removing your mouth, you rub his length, spitting on it you kiss his inner thigh a couple of times then lick a stripe up his cock before taking it in once again. "I'm gonna- Fuck I'm gonna fucking cum," He tells you twitching in your mouth as if you weren't aware. He pulls your head up turns you around, "I'm not gonna cum in your mouth," he tells you. "I'm gonna cum in that pretty little hole," Pulling the hem of your shirt he watches you strip of your only remaining clothing before bending you over on the desk. His hand made its way to slip his tee off, throwing it god knows where. Grazing his hand up your arched back going to grip your ass, "Always bothering me when I work cause' your such a cockslut."Roughly slipping into your hole you moan aloud"Yes! I'm your cockslut Jung-" His hand moves to grip your hair pulling your head up making you whine not being able to finish your sentence, thrusting in and out you hear him mutter multiple curse words and the skin slapping bringing you closer to your high.

"I'm cumming! Jungwoo! Argh- Shit!"You moan which makes Jungwoo bend over and bring his hand over to your clit, abusing it bringing you, even more, closer than you were to your orgasm."Me too," he breaths biting your earlobe, listening to your whines as you came. 

You feel Jungwoo twitch in you a couple times before he coated your walls with  his juices, pulling out for a moment watching his liquid drip from your pussy, down your thighs. You get up to move but he pushes you back down, “If you think cumming twice is it for you tonight, you’re in for it tonight doll.” He tells you gripping the nape of your neck.

By, the time Jungwoo was finished using you as a cum dump the sun was already starting to rise. "We took our sweet time didn't we?" You said redoing your messy bun and changing into a pair of shorts and Jungwoo's t-shirt, "We really did," he laughed but paused to think in between before popping a question, "Don't you have work?" He asked looking at you with evident concern. You nod but let him know you could just not go in today and the two of you could spend some quality time together, "Yes I'd love that." He told you hugging you tightly "Now let's go to bed, you big baby." He whines at the nickname but follows behind you to bed.

[unokins]

No Truth Left - Part 2

CW: Memory Loss, Mold

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The smartest decision would be to go for what land she could see. Perhaps someone would be there who could help. At the very least, she could wait for the fog to lift and then definitively make her way to the mainland.

Decision made, Chie pulled her hair back into her scrunchie and placed the oars into the water. The old vessel creaked loudly, lurching as Chie situated herself. One last glance at the island ensured it still waited for her. Chie put her back to it and rowed. The dinghy swayed forward awkwardly.

Splinters dug into the soft flesh of her hands, biting like dozens of tiny ants. The gentle slaps of the oars against the water fueled Chie’s anxiety. With each little noise, she imagined what could be hearing her through this fog, though nothing stirred from the water’s surface. It remained blank, black, bleak.

After several minutes of oaring, sweat trickled down Chie’s forehead, despite the coldness of the air. Her arms and back protested each movement with burning soreness, dull pain digging into her shoulders and abdomen as she strained to continue forward. The island waited, squatting like a fat toad. Chie faltered, gasping as her leg cramped, seizing painfully.

“Ow, ow, ow, shit.” Chie rubbed at the offending muscle.

Quit with the fucking melodrama and row.

Jolting, Chie spun around frantically. 

No one stood on the island. No one sat in the dinghy. She was alone.

Chie shook her head, groaning quietly. She must be hearing things. The voice had been deep, masculine, and angry. But her inner thoughts never sounded like that. A distraction, that’s what she needed. Chie continued rowing and worried about something else.

For the past week or so, her memory had been failing her. Co-workers spoke of conversations that Chie couldn’t recall, of tasks she completed but had no memory of. Apparently, she had an argument with her roommate that the neighbors heard, but Chie, for the life of her, couldn't remember. Her internet browsing history was a mess of unintelligible words and weird websites that didn’t appear in any google search. Her parents fretted with hand-wringing concern.

What had happened in this most recent memory lapse to land her in the middle of the water like this? Events danced at the forefront of her mind, but she couldn’t place a distinct date to any of them. Timesheet day at Arkham Microanalytics Laboratory was Thursday. Saturday was half-off certain vegetables day at the Asian market. Had she submitted her timesheet? Did she get that bok choy she wanted? If the last thing she did was go shopping on Saturday, it did nothing to tell her how she ended up here. 

The island loomed. Chie pulled herself from her thoughts to realize just how close she was. The ground inclined from the shore, and Chie couldn’t make out anything besides dirt, rocks, and an old dock jutting into the water. The island itself was severe. Bare, sharp rocks outlined most of it, reaching upwards towards the sky at awkward and unnatural angles. No grass or tree grew on this inhospitable place. The island was bleak and black, the only color being the faded brown of the dock.

With all the grace of a drunken baboon, Chie pulled the dinghy to the dock. A rope sat in a pile and Chie snatched it, pulling herself close with a soft thud of wood hitting wood. Putting the oars back on the floor of the dinghy, Chie securely tied the boat. Her hands moved expertly, wrapping the rope around the hitch before knotting it to the pole of the deck. 

Chie’s breath caught in her throat and her chest froze. She didn’t know how to tie a knot like that. She had pulled up, planning to just tie it like shoelaces. She just-

Her hands shook, and her legs kicked out suddenly, deciding it was time to move. But she wasn’t ready. Chie careened backwards, arms windmilling, and splashed into the water. As she fell, time slowed as a scaled humanoid head - bald, pale blue, with glassy eyes - stared at her as she went down. Then the water embraced her with shocking cold. 

To your right! Swim to your right!

She didn’t question the angry voice. Only reacted. Chie kicked, and swam blindly to her right, eyes squeezed shut. Her whole body tense from the cold, she groped stiffly for the ground. The bare mud was wet and slippery, but she found purchase as something brushed against her leg.

Chie resurfaced like an explosion, screaming as terror gripped her senses. Frantically, she scrambled to the shore, kicking back at whatever had her. Her foot landed against something solid. Sobs heaved from her chest as she pulled herself free from the water, free from-

Algae. Green plant fronds tangled around her legs, clingy damply to her. Chie stared dumbly at it. It was algae. She looked up. The water was still.

Shaking from equal parts fear and cold, Chie unwound it and slowly stood. What had she kicked? A rock, perhaps? Had to be. The island seemed built of equal parts jagged rock and dank mud. It had to be the same underwater.

The black mud from the shore squelched under her shoes, releasing a stench worse than roadkill skunk. Dead, rotting fish littered the shoreline and flies buzzed above the carcasses. Chie gagged, and raised a hand to cover her nose. But the black mud stuck thickly to her fingers, and she stopped before accidentally smearing it on her face. 

Her eyes drifted to the water. Then, firmly, she decided no. Making her way back to the dock, Chie scraped the mud off on a wooden pole, then shook the rest free from her hands. She forced herself to breathe shallowly, and stared pointedly away from the water. It was strange. The dock was old, rotting from the inside out. But the rope she had used to tie the dinghy was strong nylon. Certainly an anachronism among the decay. 

Did that mean someone was here? Chie looked up the island slope. If so, they must have heard her scream. No sense in keeping them waiting.

Chie struggled up the steep incline, hand over foot, slipping on the mud with every other step. The rocks could have assisted her climb, but the rivulets and curves on them were sharp, and Chie did not want the mud inside an open cut. Her mind wandered to a sample that crossed her lab years ago. It was a thick, moist mold that had been slowly poisoning the home's elderly occupant. It sloshed around in the little vial, dark spores clinging to the plastic. Chie had struggled to get it in the pipette, and it clumped together on her slide. Under the microscope, it writhed. Nurse Janet, who brought the sample, spared no details about the patient’s horrific condition, despite Chie’s multiple reminders of HIPAA violations. 

Chie's arm sunk into the ground with a sucking squelch. She bit her lip, swallowing a shriek. Disgust rolled in her stomach, and she jerked her arm.

Stuck. 

Chie glanced down and her mind conjured images of tendrils writhing and wrapping around her, trapping her. She yanked again. The mud schlorped and gave little.

From her periphery, the water near the dock rippled. 

Chie realized then that the ground beneath the water had been bare of plants.

Frantically now, Chie braced herself and heaved. She pulled free - slipped. Chie landed hard on her butt with a breathless "oomf!" Something rose from near her dinghy, the viscous black water a bulbous growth as water tension refused to break.

Scrambling, she half-crawled, half-ran the rest of the way up the hill, no longer conscious of just how muddy she got. Over a crest, and down the other side. Chie slid down the incline, maneuvering around the rocks with awkward, flailing arms. Feet stumbling, Chie hit the bottom hard and momentum carried her forward several steps.

The island topography was like a crater, with steep hills in a perfect circle surrounding a flat depression. The back edge of the island boasted a stone cliff protruding out to open water. The stench was heavier here, hanging like a miasma. Several large stone pillars jutted from the mire at irregular intervals. Barnacles sat on the stone, and, unlike the rocks, the edges were weather-worn with time. Chie found herself drawn to them, almost hypnotically. The carved lines writhed, curling in on themselves, twisting, tangling, growing, reaching for her, beckoning her to-

Focus! Something’s after you.

Chie jumped, eyes tearing away. A raised hand shielded the pillars from view. Her heart thudded. Ahead of her stood a dilapidated wood house, almost as rotten as the dock. Its roof sagged, causing the walls to buckle with the weight. The windows stared at her, sightless and unblinking. A dead tree overshadowed it, long, bare branches stretching over the roof as if reaching for her. A breeze drifted by, and it swayed, finger-like twigs beckoning her. 

Against the wall of the crater huddled the entrance to a cave. Water dripped from the ceiling like saliva, and the ground inclined down like a throat. A few sturdy, wooden boxes sat just inside the entrance where they had some refuge from the elements. Refuse littered the entrance near the cave: empty bottles, soda cans, and crushed chip bags.

A slow squelch sounded behind Chie, followed by a heavy tread. Whatever it was hissed and gurgled as it ascended the hill. 

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