#shit it’s blurry dammit

[chaoticattt]

Here’s a little wip for a Pride 2023 project I’m working on! These five are my OCs, some of you might recognise Rabbit from my previous posts, and a friend and I are collaborating on a little comic using them!

Red head is Flossy, she likes plants, I used a random picker and it chose lesbian and the flag was a nightmare to do. She’s a little timid, but once she stood on a table during an argument to get higher ground so yea.

Pink hair needs a name, but he likes to dye his hair different colours every three weeks or so, and he can make jello frogs! He gay. Sooo gay.

Occasionally, after a break up, Rabbit will open his apartment door and just a bunch of jelly frogs will flood out into the corridor, and she’ll be like, ‘Oh shit it must be really bad this time’. Fun fact he has a pond because his frogs kept flooding the building.

Middle is Kia, she’s kinda mysterious (or she tries to be), kinda like Vanitas, but less.. dramatic, and she absolutely hates carrots. Like, she just refuses to eat them. She’s also pan, and during pride month, she dyes the ends of her hair in the pansexual colours.

The Enby is Jester, he also needs a proper name like Froggo man and Rabbit, goes by he/they, and he has a five year old child who regularly tries to eat the jello frogs, but they follow the lil toddler around a lot.

Last is Rabbit, I’ve made like, 2 posts about her here I think, and my friend literally squinted at her for about two minutes, and then said, ‘She’s ace,’ so she’s ace now.

To anyone who actually read my oc info dump, thank you for reading my rambling. As you can see, I’m having wayy too much fun with the lighting, I recenting started messing around with the blending modes on ibis paint.

[secretly-dum]

Could I get a Joel miller x reader fic where the reader gets her period and her past partners always made her sleep on the couch bc they thought it was gross and Joel is just like wtf at someone treating his daeling like that?

Come Back to Bed, Please?

pairing: joel miller x AFAB!reader

genre: romantic fluff <3

summary: you get your period and freak out over what Joel’s reaction could be.

warning/contents: reader has a period, blood mentions(obv), Y/N is used, AFAB reader, mentions of past relationships, it gets a tad bit angsty.

additional notes: ty for the request!! Im actually AFAB(I identify as agender btw) so I can relate to this 😭

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Your stomach starts to hurt and you immediately realize what time of the month it is. You rush to the bathroom and grab your stash of pads underneath the cold sink.

Knock, knock.

You completely forgot about Joel..

“Uh..Y/N? You..you alright…?” Joel questions worryingly, thinking the worst that could possibly happen to you.

“I’m alright…I’m just on period!” You yell out nervously, hoping that he wouldn’t make a snarky remark or say you’re disgusting.

“Alright, just tell me if you need anything.” He says and you hear him walk away. Fear washes off of you, but confusion starts to settle in when he didn’t give you the reaction you thought we was going to give you. Cleaning yourself up, a cold darkness settles outside, indicating that you should start to go to rest.

“Took Ellie to sleep, she told me to tell you ‘goodnight’” Joel says chuckling softly and you smile.

“Well, I’m tired too. Think I’m gonna head to bed now.” You say as you pick up your pillow and a blanket from you and Joel’s shared bed.

“Woah woah woah! The hell are ya’ doing?”

“Picking up my stuff…?”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I’m on my period, dummy.” You nonchalantly reply, and lay down on the couch. Joel looks at you with the most confused expression ever and realization hits you like a truck.

“That don’t mean you have to sleep on the couch.” His southern deep accent breaks the short silence between the two of you. Opening your mouth, your voice seemingly disappears from your throat, and now you’re the one confused.

“But that doesn’t…that doesn’t make you disgusted? Or something? Doesn’t that bother you?” You say, barely above a whisper.

“No…? Y/N…god dammit.” He pinches the bridge of his nose making you even more confused.

“Wha-“

“I’ve dealt with all sorts of blood before. I’ve seen clickers in front of me, and those shits are nasty. You really think blood like that is gonna bother me?”

Now that he says it, that really doesn’t make sense. His statement lingers in your head for a while before you say something.

“Well- I guess that’s just a reaction I get a lot. My past partners didn’t like the fact that I naturally bled, so they usually made me sleep on the couch.” You admit, looking down at the floor to avoid looking at Joel’s face. He stays silent longer than usual and you look up to see him being shocked.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You giggle.

“That’s fucking absurd? No one should treat you like that, ever. They’re lucky I don’t know who they are.” He says walking to you and pressing his forehead against yours, pinning you down on the couch. A warm, fuzzy feeling enters your heart and you let your left hand trail up to his cheek. Moonlight hits the floor, brightening the living room.

“It’s not that serious Joel.” You say, playfully rolling your eyes.

“It’s that serious to me, you’re…you’re human. It’s something that happens naturally, if they don’t like that then you should’ve left them.”

Your gaze at him starts to turn blurry as tears show up in your eyes, you kiss him and he unexpectedly picks you up bridal-style. You squeal out his name and he tells you to ‘shush up’. He gently places you down on the bed.

“Get yourself comfortable, I’ll be back in a minute.” The covers of the bed get on top of you and Joel leaves the room.

A few minutes passed, where is this man? you thought, and he walks in the moment you stop thinking.

“U-Uh..H-Here..” you grab a mug out of his hands and embrace the warmth of it.

“What is it?”

“Tea…it’s from a uh..tip that Tess told me that would help with cramps..” Red tints his face, but luckily from the darkness it’s not visible.

“Aww Joel, you didn’t have to do that!” You say as he steps in bed, you take a few sips from the tea and place it down on the table next to the bed. Joel slips more under the bed and fully gets comfortable, and you position to be the big spoon. You arm wraps around his back and you feel Joel kissing your shoulder.

“I love you, don’t let anybody tell you different.”

“Joel…

I love you too.”

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[kennarose1108]

Rio x Reader (YOU SAVE HIS LIFE)

It all happened so fast. One second you were at Beth's house, asleep on the couch... The next second you were watching a man bleed out on the floor. The man who tortured you and your friends for months. The man who took over your lives for just one mistake.

It was done. He was dying.

But dammit... You couldn't just leave him there.

"Y/N let's go!" Beth called out while grabbing your arm and trying to tug you away from the scene. "I-I can't Beth! He's dying!" Beth scoffed at you. "That's the whole damn point! We're finally free! Let's go!" She yelled again. "Beth. I can't." You shook your head. She sighed heavily. "Fine. Stay here for all I care!" She shouted before running out of the room.

You looked down at Rio who was gargling in his own blood and you quickly ran to his side. "Shit... Shit um..." You mutter before glancing at the FBI agent that Rio had killed before Beth got ahold of the gun. You ran over to him and pulled off his jacket while cringing at how limp and heavy he felt from being dead for a few minutes. You quickly ran back over to Rio and wrapped the jacket around his waist to try and put pressure on the wounds.

He watched you, he was unable to speak as blood seeped out of his mouth. "C-Can you try to stand?" You ask. All he could do was nod. You slowly helped him to his feet and ruffled his car keys out of his pocket as he leaned against you. His arm was around your shoulders and your arm was around his torso while the other was pressed to his chest with his car keys balled into your fists.

You managed to make it outside and you laid him in the backseat of his car before rushing to the front seat and quickly driving away. His blood smeared on the steering wheel as your trembling hands gripped it.

Rio looked at you from the backseat, his body was limp and his vision was blurring from the blood loss. He was taking in as much of your features as he could. Like he wanted to look at one pretty thing before he died. He looked at your nose, your eyes, your hair, your lips... The panicked expression on your face. All of it.

But then the blurriness in his eyes took over before he felt his eyes go heavy and he fell unconscious.

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Rio felt a searing pain in his body. He felt weak and vulnerable. He pulled the strength to open his eyes and they slowly opened. His eyes adjusted to the lighting before he looked down at his body and saw he wasn't wearing a shirt and there was still a bit of dried blood on his skin along with the bandages around his body. But then he noticed a figure next to him. He turned his head to the side and saw you sleeping in the chair next to him. You were curled into a ball with your head on your hands as you slept.

He didn't know what to think. Did you seriously just save his life? After everything he did?

Your hair was in your face. He wanted to reach out and brush it away to see your beautiful face fully. But he couldn't. He didn't have the strength. But then he felt an aching sensation in his lungs and he started to cough. The sound of him coughing woke you up and you slowly opened your eyes and you sat up.

"O-Oh..! Let me get you some water." You say while standing up but he grabs your wrist and stifles a cough. "I'm fine... Just sit down." His voice was hoarse and it worried you. "Are you-" "I'm sure mama." He interrupted you he knew what you were gonna say. He pulled his hand off you then you stepped back and sat on the chair.

"How are you feeling?" You ask. "Like I got shot." He says hoarsely. You nodded as you didn't know what to say to that.

"You um... You woke up a lot sooner than I thought you would." You finally spoke. "How long has it been?" He asks. You grab your phone from the side table and look at the time while ignoring the overwhelming messages from Beth, Annie, and Ruby.

"It's been around twelve hours since you passed out in the car... Something like that." You say before putting your phone back down. He watched your movements before staring back at your face. He stares at you for a moment before finally speaking, "Why did you save my life?" He asks. Your gaze falls to your hands in your lap.

"...You were dying. I couldn't just have left you there." You say with a deep sigh. He narrows his eyes at you, "I don't think I would be able to live with myself if I just walked away while you bled out alone." You say truthfully. He moved his gaze to the ceiling and stares at it.

"What happens now?" You ask while looking back up at him. "I'll heal. Then I'll go back to what I'm good at." He says. "And what about me?" You ask. He turns to look at you again. "I'll protect you. You made a lot of enemies in saving my life mama. Including the bunch of bitches you hang out with." He says, his voice growing angrier at the mention of your friends.

"What's going to happen to Beth and the others...?" You ask. "Don't worry about it." He says quickly. "But-" "Don't." He interrupts.

You keep your mouth shut and turn your gaze back down to your hands. He stares at you again silently before speaking, "Come here." He says while patting the edge of the bed. You hesitantly stand up and sit on the edge of the bed. He placed a hand on your thigh as your hand was a little too far away to grab.

"Listen to me," He begins. "I'll protect you with my life from now on. You saved my life even after everything I've done. You're important to me now mama." He says while gently squeezing your thigh.

"Don't forget that."

PART 2

[simpcityy]

My Little Spawn Pt.1 (Dadstarion X Child!Reader)

Summary: Astarion was finally free from Cazador after being kidnapped by a mindflayer but he was stuck with one annoying task, you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Baldur's Gate 3 or any of its characters.

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), Cazador, language, spoilers for those who haven't gone far in the game....Uhhh...I think that is all.

Everything was dark and blurry in his eyes. All he remembers was stalking in the shadows looking for his next prey and suddenly he was kidnapped. He felt mixed emotions, fear but importantly joy, he was finally away from Cazador. It would be like he suddenly disappeared in thin air and Cazador will need him no more. Until he was stuck with another burden, You. “Would you keep quiet, dammit!?” He whispered rather loudly. You stopped shifting around the tall grass and peaked out of it. “I’m sorry” You whispered before going back to hiding. He looked over seeing two people walking by, “Perfect” He mutters and gets ready to put on his performance.  

  After almost getting incinerated, you and Astarion have found a group and camp for the remainder of the period till the little wiggly worm is out of your mind but of course, you wouldn’t comprehend, for you were so young. 

“Who’s the little adorable bugger?” Gale smiles letting you try to read the books he has found so far. “For the record this annoying little sp-human is not mine, they just seem to be attached to me.” Astarion watches you trying to pronounce the big words only to butcher them. “But it’s getting rather late and I hate to deal with a cranky annoying child tomorrow.” He picked you up keeping his arms outstretched and walked to his tent. Once everyone was out of earshot, he squats at your height. “Listen here, you must not tell anyone what we are understood?” His red eyes look down at your innocent (E/C) ones. “But why not?” You sat on top of the pillow looking up at Astarion seeing him take a deep breath in. Of course, Astarion knows he has to make it simple. “Because we are playing a game” He grins “ We are all hiding our identity. You and I are a team and the rest are a team. Whoever is the first one to discover their real identity, is the sore loser.” He gives a smile sitting down next to you. You pouted, your cheeks puffed up “We will win, okay! I won’t tell.” You lean back before yawning “ If they ask what do I say?” You cute little doe eyes look at him tiredly. “Hmm…we are just normal elves got it?” He looks away in deep thought, “it’s for the best for now” He mutters before leaning back “ You know for a being the youngest Spawn he created…you still need rest like a human, you are such an odd little creature” He gently plays with the ends of your hair “ Why did he even turn you?” He whispers as you slowly slip into sleep. “What use does he even have for you?” He kept asking himself all the questions ever since you were part of the “Family” 

You were the youngest spawn Cazador has ever gotten. You were only 5 soon turning 6. Astarion was first shocked to see Cazador holding you in his arms when he came back from bringing a pretty prey for his master. He never dared question, he kept all his unanswered questions to himself. Astarion felt anger towards you both. Why was Cazador more tender with you, not treating you like he does to his other spawns. Why did you get the special treatment? He was mostly angry towards Cazador as always, why did he turn you, you didn’t even reach your half way milestone of your life. You were going to stay that age and size forever.  He has been treated like shit for 200 years but you, you would never experience the things a child should be, the things teenerages and young adults go through. Once again Cazador has robbed you of your life just how Astarion was robbed of his.

Morning rolled by, You picked up a little flower near Gale’s tent, “Astarion! Look what I found!” You ran up to him as he was getting ready to set foot on finding a healer with the others. “What is it this time?” He mutters looking up before seeing a flower being gently shoved to his face. “A flower.” You smile waiting for him to take it. “ A flower…you called my attention for a flower…this is why I don’t work with little annoying monsters.” He sighs already feeling annoyed from the lack of blood. “I’m sorry…” You whisper looking down, putting the flower away from his face, small tears forming in your doe eyes. He stops putting things into his bag and sighs “ Why must you be such a crybaby” He sits down pulling your tiny form on his lap, taking the flower. “Wow, thank you. I feel the luckiest person to get a flower from you.” He says in a bored voice looking at you. You sniff and rub your eyes, “You mean it?” The tears no longer present in your eyes. He looks at you unamused. “Yes, now shoo, I have to pack. Go bother Gale, Shadowheart or even Tav but not me got it?” He makes you get off his lap before freezing feeling you give him a light peck on his cheek “Okay! I’ll collect more flowers for the others!” You giggle before running off.  He placed a hand over his cheek and watched the direction you left. “What an odd little spawn.” He whispers before continuing to pack. 

  You hummed a tune as you collected more flowers near Gale’s camp where Gale was sitting on the pillow, reading a book. He looks up hearing you hum. “Say (Y/n), that tune you must be from the upper city aren’t you?” He smiles placing the book down as your little feet shuffle over to him. “Mmhm! Papa would always sing me this lullaby at night!” You grin “It’s my favorite and he always wants me to sing! He says I’m his little singing bird!” Placing the flowers down, you sat on the ground in front of gale. Thinking back to what Astarion said last night, remembering to not give away too much information. “Judging by your clothes, I bet your father is a rather important man?” He smiles rubbing down those stubborn baby hairs that lift up from your hair. You only nodded “Papa is the best! I miss him and I want to go home…” You look around the wilderness that you and Astarion crashed in. “I want him to hold me close…I always dream of those monsters…and the little wormy” Whimpering you scoot into Gale’s arms. “I don’t want them to come back!” You tear up, “I want papa to hold me but he’s not here!” You wail. Gale quickly panics “Oh…crying child…what to do…wish Tara was here…” He mutters before rubbing your back “Hey now, you can always come to me, Shadowheart and even Tav if you ever have a nightmare. How about this, before you go to bed, I will tell you a story so you can dream of that story rather than the scary monsters. Trust me, I have read so many books, I know them by heart.” He grins as you finally stopped the water works. “Which is why he’s a walking library in this case.” Shadowheart smiles walking over “Now, we should get going, the closer we find a healer, the faster you can go to your papa” She smiles leaning to your height. “Really!” You smiled, your eyes widened at the thought of seeing your father soon. “Let’s go!” Grabbing the flowers, you ran to Astarion to share the news. 

“Astarion!”

“What now!?” 

Walking to find a healer seems like eternity to you, “I wanna rest!” You whined to Astarion tugging at his shirt. “Then complained to Tav, they are leading the damn group, not me.” He sighs, breathing in heavily to compose himself from lashing out. “Up! Up!” You lifted your arms. “The hell I won’t!” He walks faster only for you to follow him whining even more. The rest of the small group look over watching the two of you, seeing you bothering Astarion even more. “Is it me or do these two know each other very much?” Shadowheart watches you keep tugging on his shirt. “Yet he says he doesn’t know (Y/N), that they only tagged along with him.” Gale crossed his arms. Tav smiles “I don’t know, (Y/n) looks nothing like Astarion so I doubt they are related and (Y/N) always mentions a papa.” Shadowheart and Gale nodded. “What in the nine hells! Where did you go!?” Astarion looks around for you as you stop tugging on his shirt a while ago. “Where did they go?” Tav walks back to the pale elf. “ I don’t know, the moment they were annoying the hell out of me! Next thing I know, they are go- wait…” He smells it, blood. You must have run off to the smell. “ I…um…heard them, this way” He quickly follows the scent with the rest following. 

You carefully walked down the ladder, the smell of blood getting stronger. Turning around a corner, you are met with a woman with red skin, burning and importantly with a broken horn. Slowly walking over to the tiefling, you look up at her “Are you okay?” You meekly whisper seeing how tall she was according to your height. She looks up hearing the childish voice, “Hells, what is a child doing all alone?” She looks at you shocked before feeling the tadpoles connect. “Fuck” Karlach whispers holding her head “You were also in that ship…” She whispers before calming herself down and kneels down to make it seem less intimidating to you. “Hey there little soldier,  What are you doing all alone?” She smiles as you slowly take small steps towards her. “I…you’re hurt…are you okay?” You go to place your small hand on her but she backs away quickly. “Careful there, I’m not like any other tiefling, I can burn you.” She smiles “I'm Karlach, what’s your name, little soldier?” She chuckles admiring your little face as you try to say her name slowly. “Car…Ka…la…Karlach.” You finally get it right, before giving her your name, someone else beat you to it. 

“(Y/N)!?” Tav runs over, crossing the log and quickly pulls you back from Karlach, putting you behind. “Get away from them” Tav frowns weapons out. “Are you okay?” Shadowheart checks you over for any injuries as Gale also checked along with her. Astarion catches up and lets out a small sigh seeing you alive and safe. “What in the sweet hells were you thinking running off like that?! A goblin could’ve gotten you or a wild animal?!” He looks down at you but stops himself seeing you tear up. “I-I’m sorry….don’t get mad like papa!” You cried. “Like papa….” He glares down at you. “Don’t ever compare me to him you litt-” He stops himself seeing the fear in your eyes. Him, being like Cazador. He would rather kill himself than be exactly like his old master. He sighs before kneeling to you as the others were busy with Karlach. “Sorry…I was…I guess you can say I was very worried…I know it wasn’t your intention to run off…” He then whispers “You must be hungry…for blood like me…I know you are craving that sweet and yet bitter flavor but you need to hold it in like I am…tonight we’ll find some small vermin okay?” He slowly pats your head as you nod. Standing up, he walks over to the rest as you follow closely to him. “My, I feel so much better knowing we have a strong wall to protect us from any arrows” He smirks after learning Karlach was recruited. “I like her! She’s nice!” You popped out from behind walking over to Karlach. “And I like you little soldier” She smiles. 

After going back to camp for the day, Astarion watches as you listen to Gale’s stories. He sat from his tent looking at a book but his mind wandered back to what you said. Like papa…when has Cazador ever punished you? He thinks back but nothing comes to him. He turns the page to the book to make it look like he was reading. He looks back at you with that question still haunting his thoughts. It really ticked him off when you compared him to Cazador, he will never be like him…no he will be better. He wants to get back at him and back at him good. He smirks looking at you. Why not get him back with the thing he treasures the most, or rather the person he treasures the more. 

You

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Authors Notes: Thank you everyone for reading this, please like, reblog and share it with others. I will be working on Part 2 soon hopefully. I also started another series a month ago or more about Astarion and a Gur! Reader. There is only part 1 out as well but I will be working out on that. Please remember to stay hydrated and to get some rest. Love you all! You are welcome to ask to be tagged as well for the next part.

-Axie

[diorsluv]

feather , part 17

“ like whatever, you’re a waste of time ”

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[miyagifangkai]

Sharing The Night

Summary: Reader turns up on Joel’s doorstep after being hurt.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: LOADS OF CURSING, THIS IS 18+ ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS! THANK YOU! Dry humping, kissing, and spicy things!!! 🥵 also possibility of an age gap?? Depends?? Reader is 100% over the age of 18!

Also not greatly proofread lmao

A/N: I have no explanation for this one. I just wanted the reader to get patched up and be on her way but Buddy did my brain have other thots! Also first time writing extra spicy things, constructive criticism is appreciated but go easy on me. Thanks so much for reading! 💕

You knock on Joel’s door softly, struggling to raise your arm. You slowly lower your arm to avoid feeling any more pain than you were already in.

“C’mon, Joel..” you whine quietly.

You hear his heavy footsteps approach the door, “who is it?” he gruffly asks.

“Joel,” you cry, “it’s me.”

You hear the clicks from the locks on the door and he quickly opens the door.

Joel stands in the doorway and takes a quick look at you, “oh, honey..”

He snakes his arm around your waist and helps you inside. You weakly limp to the table and sit in the chair, grunting.

Joel stands there looking at you concerned, “What happened?”

“I fucked up.”

“What’d you do?”

“I didn’t have enough ration cards.. and I told them I’d pay ‘em back but— I couldn’t.”

Joel squats down to get at eye level with you, “just bruised up? Or what?”

You pull up your shirt to expose your torso which was littered with small brusies, scratches, and a huge hematoma at your ribs.

“Bruises,” you grunt, “maybe a broken rib or two.”

Joel’s eyes go wide at the sight of you, successfully hiding his panic. Broken ribs and scratches will heal themselves but that didn’t matter. He knew they’d come back for you. They were gonna get their share and if they didn’t get it, they’ll spill blood.

Joel couldn’t imagine losing you. He always liked having you around and especially with the way you and Tess worked together. Tess being the smooth talker, you the mediator, and he was, of course, the braun.

You always found ways to calm him down, even though he hated to admit that you did. He didn’t want to open himself up too much to you. He knew better. This place is way too dangerous for that. In the blink of an eye he could disappear leaving you alone or worse.

You could dissipate into nothingness.

He shook his head at the thought and sighs. He couldn’t think about that now! You were hurt and it was his job to heal you. Make sure you got enough rest, feed you, hydrate you. You were his to take care of right now. No time for selfish thoughts.

He couldn’t help but feel anger rise. Why did you go alone? Why didn’t you come to him for help?

Joel sighs, “dammit, Y/N. Why the hell’d you do this?”

You scoff, and then wince, “Fuck!”

“Now, now. Don’t over do it,” Joel reaches out and lightly touches your shoulder.

“I needed the supplies, Joel.”

His eyes soften, “Why’d you not come to me, huh?”

“I couldn’t find you at the time and I just—“ you blink back tears, “I didn’t wanna bother you. You got your own shit.”

Joel stands up, ignoring the pang of sadness that haunts his chest, and pours some whiskey in a glass and hands you it, “It’ll help with the pain.”

You take it and shoot it back and grimace from the taste, “damn, strong.”

Joel chuckles, “Yeah,” he takes a seat across from you, “next time. You. Come. To. Me,” he tapped his index finger on the table with every word.

You don’t say anything to him. You just look at your glass in too much pain to move.

“We clear?” Joel’s voice grows louder causing you to meet his eyes.

“Crystal,” you answer.

Joel stands up from his chair, “Now you need to lay down and get some rest. They won’t look for ya here.”

You nod, “Okay.”

You groan when you stand up and Joel helps you to the bed and you lay down.

Your vision starts to get blurry from drowsiness.

Before you fall asleep you say, “Thank you.”

“Not a problem, sweetheart.”

The next morning you awaken to the dim sunlight shining through the window. You give your eyes a second to adjust before you move. You decide to feel the other side of the bed making sure Joel wasn’t lying there beside you. You don’t want to disturb him, he barely got any sleep anyway.

You felt nothing on the other side so you started to raise up. Your vision goes blurry and you start to see black spots from the pain. You gritted your teeth anyway; you were too stubborn to show any more weakness than you already have.

After you finish sitting up you look around the room only to find that it was empty. You squint your eyes from confusion, where the hell is Joel? It’s still early in the morning. He should be sleeping. Oh how you wish he was here with you. Holding you. You soaking in his touch and absorbing his warmth.

You slowly lay back down feeling tired again and you close your eyes.

You awaken to Joel’s door shutting.

“Joel?”

“Hey! Sorry,” you hear him sigh, “it’s me. I didn’t mean to scare ya.”

Once your eyes adjust you see that his shirt is ripped, bloody knuckles, a soon to be black eye, and busted lip; it looks like he’s been into a fight. Your eyes widen from pure panic. You wanted to run up to him and hug and take care of him. But you couldn’t. That’s just not how Joel worked. He was a hard ass but you admired him for him in a way.

“Joel, what happened?”

He stops in his tracks thinking of what to tell you, “oh? Uh? Nothin’. Buncha stupid ass teenagers jumped me.”

He continues walking inside and making his way to his coffee pot.

You sit up forgetting about your ribs and you cover up your scream with a whine, “shit.”

Joel glances at you behind him, “I’d take it easy if I was you,” he turns his head back around to finish pouring some coffee in his cup.

“I am taking it easy. I just forgot,” you mentally slap yourself, “but you’re meaning to tell me that teenagers did that to you?”

Joel takes a seat at the table and takes a sip of his coffee, “Sure did.”

“Hm. Alright, don’t tell me,” you start to get up off the bed. Refusing to show Joel how much pain you were in; you’re pretty sure you broke a tooth from where you were grinding them so hard.

You stagger to the table with gritted teeth and ask, “enough in the pot for me?”

“Yeah, should be. I’ll get ya some.”

You take a seat slowly as Joel stands up and pours you some coffee.

“You went and fucked with them, didn’t you Joel?”

Joel grunts and hands you your cup as you give him a small “thank you” and narrow your eyes at him.

“Didn’t you, Joel?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Why’d you go without me?”

“They woulda killed you.”

“They’re going to anyway. I’ll never be able to repay my debt, Joel. Especially with how hard cards are to get now. I’m fucking dead.”

Joel shakes his head at you with an unreadable expression in his eyes.

“What?”

“You don’t gotta worry about ‘em anymore.”

“Wha—“

“I paid it off, okay? You’re fine.”

“Joel!” You wince after you yell, “there’s no way I can repay you.”

Joel shakes his head, “I don’t expect you to.”

You chuckle, “I have to pay you back.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes I do!”

Joel rolls his eyes and sternly says, “I said no. That’s final.”

You gently lean back in your chair and sip on your coffee. You look back at Joel and notice that he looks extra tense today. His brows are furrowed more than usual and his roughened overall expression is stressed. You couldn’t help but wonder what was on his mind. You wanted to pry but you knew with Joel there was no use. Unless he wanted you to come with him or to help he never budged on telling you anything. You didn’t want to know how Joel got his hands on that many cards as well; you knew he dealt with shady shit and corrupt customers but you didn’t know how many or what shit he was dealing with.

At this point Joel had stood back up and placed his dirty mug in the sink making his way to the couch to sit down. You turn around in your seat with your eyes following his every move. You wanted to say something to him. To ask him what was on his mind or what he was doing later but you didn’t. You had a feeling that you had overstayed your welcome and it was probably time for you to leave; and with that thought. You did.

You got up and placed your mug in the sink debating on if you wanted to wash the dishes for him, I mean it was the least you could do but you didn’t. You had a feeling he would get extra grumpy with you thinking that you had to do things for him to repay him. You walk over to the small nightstand beside the bed and grab your bag.

You walk over to the front of the couch and face Joel, “Thank you. Seriously. Thank you for everything you do for me.”

In reality he hadn’t done much. But if it wasn’t for him you would be a dead woman walking.

Joel’s face stays the same, expressionless, “Welcome.”

You nod your head at him and start to make your way out of his dingy apartment. You felt like he was holding back something from you. You could tell by the way he was practically white knuckling the couch and almost breathing slightly too hard. You didn’t want to think too much about it. No need for false hope. But what if it wasn’t?

You had almost opened the door when you hear him say, “Y/N! Wait.”

You stop in your tracks with wide eyes and slowly turn around, what could he possibly want?

“Yeah?”

Joel looks at you with soft eyes and says in a voice so low you could barely hear him, “Stay.”

“Joel, are you okay?”

Joel looks away from you, “Yeah.”

“Are you sure you want me to stay?”

Joel sighs and looks back at you with a look you’ll never forget. Pupils blown, his cheeks had a sheen of blush to them, the wrinkles of life adorning his features had seemed to soften, his hair disheveled, what else could you say? He looked beautiful.

“Baby, I’ve never been more sure of something in my life.”

You almost melted. The moon, stars, and all the galaxies felt like they were pumping through your body. You could feel all of the blood rush to your head and the room seemed to spin. Your heart quickened to a pace you could barely handle. It felt like you had run the biggest marathon in history. The wind had been completely knocked out of you. You felt your cheeks flush to a bright red as a breath of air knocked back into your lungs at an unfathomable strength.

You drop your bag onto the floor and walk over to where Joel was sitting and mutter, “Took you long enough.”

You sit on his lap and capture his lips in a passionate kiss. You weren’t thinking. You wanted to make something happen and fuck. You sure did. You wanted to taste him entirely. You wanted to savor every inch of him. You wanted to feel his hands roam your body and grip you at your hips. That you did; and he did exactly what you wanted.

Letting his hands roam from your ass, slide above your hips all the way to your breasts. You let out a small moan when he gently squeezed your breast causing you two to break apart.

“Baby, I—“

“Joel, you have no fucking idea how long I’ve waited for this,” you gently peck his lips again.

Joel’s hands run themselves back down your torso and rest at your hips, “Oh, I have a pretty damn good idea.”

You two kiss again in a very tender kiss. Barely touching lips this time as you start to feel Joel’s bulge, you buck your hips with a quiet moan. You almost lost it there. You had so much pent up frustration for him and you could tell he did for you. His mouth slightly agape, his heavy breathing, his pupils completely taking over his iris and a sheen of sweat covering him.

You buck your hips again, he tightens his grip on your hips, “Gentle, honey. There you go.”

“Fuck,” you moan as you start to quicken your pace.

“You’re doing so good. Such a good girl for me, huh?”

You couldn’t believe this was happening. You feel your stomach do twists and turns at the thought of Joel’s praise. How long you had thought about something like this with him. It felt like pure serenity being here with him. Being able to feel him.

“C’mon, you’re doing so good, sweetheart. So fucking good, yeah. That’s it,” Joel was invested in you. In the sounds you made, in your facial expressions; he couldn’t believe how you were acting. You were just dry humping him, fully clothed, and he still had that effect on you? He felt his dick grow harder at the thought.

You let go. You couldn’t contain your moans as you rode out your orgasm.

“Holy shit,” you breathe.

Joel had nothing to say. He was completely mesmerized by you. His eyes wide, mouth still slightly open as he was currently breathing hard. Using every fiber of his being to not throw you down on the couch and make you his.

You remove your shirt showcasing your bra, “Much better,” you state.

You start to unbutton Joel’s shirt but he stops you, “Not now. Not here.”

“What?”

“How ‘bout we do dinner first?”

You chuckle, “Dinner?”

Joel nods.

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah. I am.”

You shrug your shoulders, get off of Joel, and put your shirt back on.

“Joel Miller, you will forever be a mystery to me.”

Joel shakes his head and chuckles, “I wanna do things right.”

You laugh, “That’s actually really fucking sweet.”

“I know it is. See? I have some romance left in me,” Joel smiles.

“Sure you do,” you pat his shoulder.

You stand up, grab your bag and start to leave.

“Whoa! Where ya goin’?”

“Well, I wanna get dressed up for dinner and also give you time to deal with your current situation.”

Joel looks down and sees what you’re talking about, “Oh, yeah. That.”

“As much as I’d love to stay and watch. I’d rather clean myself up and look nice for when you actually fuck me, Miller.”

You see Joel lose breath at your statement.

“I’ll see you later, Joel. Have dinner ready!”

You close the door and head to your place to get dolled up for the festivities tonight.

Joel leans his head back on the sofa, rubbing his eyes, “She’s gonna be the death of me, I swear.”

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Can you write one where Y/n passes out during a bad argument with Overhaul? She gets too overheated and then bam hits the ground.

Despite the many flaws the man had you still loved him with all of your heart, and you knew he loved you as well despite of your own flaws. He showed that through actions, not words.

But God dammit, sometimes you wished he wasn't such a fucking arrogant jerk sometimes.

If by any means, Kai Chisaki was the most stubborn man you ever met. When he put something inside that thick skulls of his; nothing, I meant NOTHING can make him change his mind sometimes. Especially if he thinks is the best decision.

Which lead you both right here on this argument. You just didn't saw the damn reason why he insisted on selling drugs even though he didn't liked or Pops approved of it.

But no. He continued. So that's why you slammed the door of where he was as soon as you got to know he was back from another deal.

"Kai I swear to God we talked about this!" You seethed as he just continued to clean his hands.

"Good afternoon to you too angel." He spoke monotonously but you got the slight bit of annoyance coming from his voice.

"I swear why do you keep doing this?" You sighed while rubbing rubbing your temples, a way to try to ease yourself "is not the first not the second time someone had to scold you for doing shit like these!"

His eyes squinted close a bit as his eyebrows frowned, that comment struck a nerve on him and you knew it.

"By doing "shit" like this, I start to earn more money and more respect ti the Shie Hassaikai." He spoke nonchantly but still glaring at you as you crossed your arms "Don't act like you know better than I do with these sort of business."

Oh that asshole.

"Excuse me?!"

"It seems like you understood what I said just fine." He growled while standing up to look down at you.

So basically from just a few dry comments the argument turned from 8 to 80 pretty quickly. While usually your discussions were always quiet and controlled, this one was not that type... you raised your voice, then he started to raise his voice too.

You didn't knew how much time you both were screaming against each other. Both were exhausted and stressed, you from his doings and worry about him while Chisaki was stressed due to his constant works and the feeling of being useless to thr boss he wanted to show his gratitude ever since he was little.

"You're insufferable." He growled while turning his back to you as you started to laugh at him.

"Oh yeah says the hypocrite now." You bite back but now you started to feel a bit... hot.. hot in the chest...

"Can you shut your damn mouth for just one second?!" He hissed running his gloved hand down his face "I am the one who is going to be leader soon, I KNOW what I am doing."

"You know is not right neither of Pops wishes." You muttered, having to put your hand on the wall to stabilize yourself... the feeling was getting stronger, it was like you were suffocating....

"HOW CAN YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT SOMETHING IS MOT RIGHT EVEN YOU DONT KNOW A DAMN THING ABOUT THIS?!" He finally shouted loud enough "STOP TRYING TO STEP OVER ME. YOURE NOTHING-"

"Kai stop-" you whimpered as he got closer as he huffed... why was your vision getting blurry?

"Oh now you want me to stop?" He hissed and rolled his eyes as you stumbled over a bit "Now playing the victim? I swear-"

Thud

He stopped talking immediately and froze on his place as you fell abruptly on the ground... hyperventilating.

Shit.

"(Y/n) stop joking about this-" he growled while kneeling down, despite his harsh words his middle and index finger were already on your pulse as his eyes widened a bit, a few holes starting to appear on his forearm "(Y/n) I swear-"

You swore you tried to answer but you felt like you were being choked as your boyfriend just seemed to get more anxious at seeing this.

"Hey hey HEY DO NOT DARE TO CLOSE YOUR EYES-" he was shouting again... but you were too tired to even flinch.

Everything turned black.

.

.

You cracked your eyes open... it seemed like you had slept for hours due to the foreign sensation.

You groaned while moving your hand to rub your head... probably the area where you hitted when you fell on the ground earlier.

Pekking a but you almost gasped at looking the time it was on the clock. Apparently it had been three hours since you were knocked out.

"God." You groaned... not knowing what to think or even do first ag this situation until you heard the door opening and seeing the face of basically in law.

"Oh dear you're finally awake." The old man spoke in shock as he left the cup of tea he was drinking on the nightstand "How are you feeling?"

"A bit dizzy." You grumbled "Asides from that I'm fine ... I guess."

Pops nodded before sighing and immediately bowing his head afterwards.

"I deeply apologize. As soon as I heard Chisaki's shouting I should have know something was wrong."

"Just him being stubborn as always..." You rolled your eyes at the thought of your boyfriend "Where even is he?"

"Basically beating himself up for making you faint. But he would rather die than say that out loud." The man sighed and you nodded, about to get up until his wrinkled hand pushed your shoulder gently back "if you want to speak to him I will call him to come here. You need to rest a bit." He said as a manner of fact tone as you blinked.

But I slept for three hours... you thought before sighing and grabbing your phone..... to be honest you couldn't even open one app before you shrieked at the door being slammed open, your very much distressed and full of hives boyfriend just arrived...

You stared back at him and it was a awkward staring contest between the two of you before you saw his Adam apple bob up and down a bit before he took a few hesitant steps towards your shared bed.

"... you look like you were on a actual match with rappa... without your quirk." You muttered and he frowned even more, not daring to move closer to you before he took off his black mask.

"That's the first thing you're going to say after all this?" He muttered, his lips jotted onto a pout that if you weren't annoyed with you would have kissed.

"What do you want me to say? Thanks for giving me a panic attack?" You answered bitterly and you regretted a bit after seeing the slight flinch his shoulders showed.

"... I... I never meant to... to bring you that feeling." He muttered, not quite looking at you anymore.

"You do a lot of things without actually thinking of the consequences."

It was quiet again before a defeated sigh left his lips...

Funny that it has been ages that you both had gone through the awkward stage... but now, it seemed like a huge wall was between you guys.

Sighing, you looked at him.

"Kai I know how the hassaikai is important to you... but not always what you do is the best, which is okay. All of us make mistakes." Your lips wobbled "And I can't just stay quiet when I see what you're doing is wrong and bringing you harm as well." Your voice cracked at the last sentence...

"I may not know the true concept of the hassaikai or how to deal with entirely but...." a sob escaped your lips "But I do understand you... or at least I think I do. And I just know this isn't making you go anywhere or doing you any good."

A deep sigh left him as you sniffled, hesitantly you watched his body move enough so he could sit with his back turned towards you, spreading his legs as he supported his arms on them as he hung his head low... still not close enough to touch you.

"... you do know." He muttered lowly after a while "You do know a lot about the hassaikai and most importantly about... myself."

You sniffled and wiped your tears away with the back of your hand.

"I never meant to hurt you with my decisions... I just think is a more quicker and efficient method sometimes. ... " he frowned while looking down at his feet. "And is just so easy if we do this instead of going through this path the old man wants-"

"But is worthy it? Losing your own humanity for something like this?" You interrupted him, and while knowing he hated when someone did this, you saw how he actually stopped to think about it.

"... I don't mind losing my humanity... I don't even think I have much to be honest." You were about to argue back until your breath catched when you felt his hand blindly searching yours, and when he finally found it, he grasped it tightly... but not enough to hurt.

"But..." he whispered "If that means is bringing you harm... or that I might lose you due to my actions... then..." his jaw clenched while he glared at the ground "Is... It isn't worth it."

Your eyes watered at his words before a dopey smile appeared on your lips as you started to get up to hug him tightly from the back.

"What are-"

"I love you..." You whispered on his ear before pecking his cheek countless times as he stood there, not understanding where did this come from.

"I made you faint woman; what are you even saying?" He muttered while turning to meet your eyes until his golden eyes widened and body tensed up when you cupped his bare cheek and kissed him.

After just a few seconds he hesitantly closed his eyes and finally relaxed enough to welcome your lips on his.... his gloved hands not helping themselves as one grasped the back of your neck to pull you close as the other circled around your waist.

You broke it first and admired his slightly pink cheeks...

"Despite not agreeing... you would stop something crazy like that... for me?" You tried to confirm what he had said with a smile as he finally understood why you were so happy about. Cheeks burning even more than before as he averted his eyes away from you, only answering it with a click of his tongue.

You shaked your head with a gigggle at him before he shut you up with another more deeper kiss.

Yes he was stubborn. But as he said, if that meant losing you...

It wasn't worth it.

.

Kai chisaki heard the scold of his life from pops that night as you tried to convince the elder everything was okay later

[prismaticfaery]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Injured!Reader (Fem!)

Summary: You sustain serious injuries while on the run from a Brazilian Cartel member. Separated from your team while slowly bleeding out, you almost give up hope.

TW: Gunshot wounds, blood, death, cursing.

Rating: Mature

A/N: I really loved writing this request, I hope you enjoy!

You had been split up from your squad after being chased by a single Brazilian cartel member, the squelching of the wet ground was all you could hear as you trekked a ridge in the Amazon. It was a particularly rainy day, small puddles forming all around you. Your clothing was completely soaked through, and your fingers and toes began to go numb from the cold. You mentally curse at yourself for making the stupid decision to run in the opposite direction of your squad, knowing damn well that power came in numbers and one cartel was nothing compared to multiple Special Forces Operators. 

It was nearly dark, your night vision goggles propped on your head, ready for when the fall of night came. You were hoping that the cartel member had lost track of you, deciding to stick to the thicker parts of the rainforest just to be completely sure. 

“This is Bravo 0-4, I’m in need of directions to the exfil site, how copy?” You say into your comms, looking up at the canopy of the forest for the moon. 

You waited for an answer, knowing damn well your comms device had been compromised when you had taken a tumble earlier, the device was thrown several feet and landed in a large puddle. Feeling defeated after a few minutes of waiting for a response from any of your squad, you sat down on the closest thing to you, a rotten tree stump. Wiping the droplets of water that tickled your face, you take off your comms device, inspecting it in silence. The antenna was damaged, the small chrome piece cracked off midway and dangling by wires. Frustration bubbles inside you, tears pricking your eyes. 

“Dammit,” you cry, tossing the device to the ground and watching it bounce with the impact. 

Regret washed over you now, realizing just how much noise your outburst caused. You look around and sure enough, twigs begin to snap under pressure, footsteps hurrying to the sound of your comms device smacking the ground. You try to slink away, your breathing uneven and the fear creeping into your bones. A gunshot sounded, and you quickly duck your head as it makes impact against the tree you hid behind. 

“Shit,” you whisper, holding your palm over your mouth to cover your erratic breathing. 

Although the rain and near darkness hid you, you didn’t know if this cartel member would have night vision just like you did. Crouching and walking slowly through the brush, you begin to circle around the cartel, whom you could see clearly now. His pistol was ready, pointing it in every which direction as he followed any sounds. 

As you quietly sneak, the ground begins to feel slicker and slicker as you continue, the mud causing your boots to suction and then glide. You grasp at your pistol on your thigh, snapping the button open to free it and have on the ready if something went south. But just as you bring your pistol up and take the safety off, you lose footing, your boot causing you to slide onto your knee, a loud squelch sound alerting the cartel. 

Cursing, you start to dump rounds in his direction, one bullet grazing his arm, causing him to yell out in pain. He then does the same, bullet after bullet whizzing past you until you start to feel a searing hot pain in your flank and shoulder. He got you. Falling to your knees, you reach your hand over to touch the bullet hole in your flank. It was deep and seeping blood, your rain soaked shirt now becoming sticky and warm. 

Your body is tackled to the ground, your chest digging into the mud as the cartel strikes the side of your head with the butt of his pistol. Ringing in your ears was all you could hear, your vision blurry and slow. You grip your pistol, using all of your adrenaline left over to toss him off of your back. Propping yourself up on your side, you aim for his head and pull the trigger. 

“Asshole,” you grumble, lowering your arms as you watch his lifeless body. 

Simon stood by the powered down helicopter that was ready for exfil, hoping that at any point in the next few minutes, he would see your form pop out of the forest. His heart was pounding in his chest and anxiety rattled his bones. He yelled after you when you branched off from the squad, a cartel hot on your tail, but you were too busy fending for yourself in the heat of the moment to listen to your partner’s words. 

Price and Gaz were waiting on the helicopter, watching Simon stare into the thicket, “it’s nearly nightfall and she isn’t back yet,” Simon turns his head to speak behind him. 

Shaking his head, Price stood from his spot on the helicopter, “Nik, I’m issuing a search, we need to bring our girl back. Get us in the air, stay low to the canopy,” to which Gaz nods in agreement, making his way over to sit on the landing rail. 

Simon rushes over to the helicopter, sitting on the opposite landing rail so that he and Gaz could search in both directions. Lowering his night vision goggles as nightfall was blanketing the forest now, he grabbed onto the side of the helicopter door to keep steady as the helicopter started up and then took off. 

Keeping his eyes on the forest floor, he stayed vigilant, knowing that if you were out there, you’d be at least hidden away, “I heard gunfire!” Gaz yells, grasping the helicopter door and leaning in his spot to see which direction the shots came from. 

Simon searches every direction, hoping that it was you setting off your pistol and not the other way around. The different shades of green from the night vision made it difficult to make out pictures from far away but there was no mistaking the familiar flashes of light guns made when set off. 

“That way,” Simon pointed forward– you were a decent way away. 

“I need to find a clearing to land,” Nik said over comms, hovering the helicopter for a moment to search for a clearing, any size. 

“Bullshit, I’ll just lower myself down by paracord,” Simon grunts, standing on the rail and holding onto the netting above him. 

“Don’t be an idiot, Simon,” Price yells, grasping the Lieutenant’s shoulder. 

Simon’s anger causes him to jerk his shoulder away from Price, knowing damn well that your life could be hanging by a thread right now and he shouldn’t waste any time. Simon carefully knots a long rope from the railing of the helicopter and tells Nik to hover lower to the tops of the trees, wrapping his leg around the rope before sliding down to the forest floor. 

Red hot pain radiated in your shoulder and flank, like a knife had been dipped in hot coals and embedded into your skin. You tried your best to bring a gauze to your back to soak up any blood you lost and to keep your wound clean, but reaching where a bullet had stuck itself into your shoulder was a different story. Your temple had a small gash from where the pistol had smashed into you, a migraine gnawing at your skull. 

You were shivering, but whether or not it was from adrenaline, pain, the cold rain, or maybe even a huge mixture of the three– you had no clue. Your chattering teeth had caused your jaw to lock up after a while, your teeth gnashing behind your blue tinted lips. If it weren’t your wounds killing you, it was surely exposure. The rain had picked up moments ago, your hair that was slicked back in a bun, now coming loose as the strands became soaked through and heavy. 

The night vision goggles were now over your eyes, staring out into the trees and bushes, little glints from the eyes of frogs and other critters catching your attention. It was amusing knowing how desolate of humans the Amazon was, but when it came to animals, you weren’t truly alone. Clutching your side, you wince and hiss loudly as the pain shoots up your body. 

“That hurt,” you moan out, your head lolling to rest on your knees now. 

As the rain continued pouring, sounding like TV static now, you could see little rivers connecting the puddles in the mud, and an inky substance being carried through them. It was your blood being washed away, and it was a lot. Groaning, you could feel your head nod to the side, your energy depleted from blood loss and pain– you were probably in shock now. You wanted to fall asleep but you knew that if you did, you may not wake up, so you pinch your arm, digging the free edge of your nails into your skin deep, and hard enough to draw blood. Tears well in your eyes– you were so scared. You were going to leave Simon behind, the Task Force, your comrades– everything behind. 

“There you are,” you hear Simon’s voice. 

“I really am dying,” you mumble, thinking that Simon was speaking to you in a dream. 

“Not today, darling.”

Simon kneels down in the bloody puddles surrounding you, placing his hands all over your body to inspect your wounds, wincing when he spots the gunshot wound in your shoulder, and audibly cursing when he sees the shot to your flank. His worry begins to grow as your head nods, your body in and out of consciousness, and the familiar signs of shock evident. He hoped that nothing vital was hit. He felt stupid for not following after you, for not disobeying Price’s orders to stay on track for exfil.

“Simon, I’m so cold,” you mutter, your teeth chattering loudly as your eyelashes flutter. 

Taking the shemagh from around his neck, he then unraveled it and wrapped it around your shoulders, his larger gloved hands rubbing your arms to cause a heated friction, “let’s get you out of here, sweet girl,” he grunts as he lifts you bridal style, your injured temple resting on his hard chest. 

“I didn’t think you’d come for me,” you shiver violently, your wounds aching and screaming. 

“I’ll always come back for you.”

[lucifersgirl]

Dreams

Omg this took me SO LONG TO MAKE but it’s finally out!! WOOHOO!! Enjoy, my favorite people in the world!! Love ya!!

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️- THIS WRITING CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT. SMUT BELOW. MDNI.

“Oh, Lucifer~.”

Lucifer looked up and saw you dressed in black and red lingerie. It hugged your skin and left very little to the imagination.

His heart skipped a beat. He tried to speak, but his voice was gone.

You moved your arm towards you and Lucifer felt his neck being pulled to you as well. He looked at your hand. You currently had him in a collar on a leash.

Lucifer felt a familiar pain between his legs.

You smirked and moved your free hand to his hard-on. “Do you want me to touch you?”

He groaned and nodded profusely. His hips bucked up into your hand when you started to move.

You ran your fingers over his red, leaking tip as you stroked his shaft, eliciting gasps and moans from Lucifer.

His vision grew blurry from tears springing into his eyes. “Mmh~…feels-angh-feels so g-good…” he whimpered. “C-close…’m clo-AH-close…p-please…MMPH…OHGODFUCKCUMMING!” He moaned loudly, his legs shaking and hips bucking as he came all over your hand.

After a few minutes, Lucifer’s breathing slowed and his vision cleared. “Th-that was n-nice,” he whispered.

You laughed. “What makes you think we’re done here, Lucifer?”

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Lucifer shot up in bed. He looked around. You were nowhere in sight. The image of you in that revealing lingerie was still extremely fresh in his mind. His face fell as he remembered that you were away on business this week.

“God dammit,” he groaned as he looked underneath the covers. There was a spot on his boxers from where the remains of his wet dream were.

Lucifer grunted as he pulled the covers off of himself and went to the bathroom to change.

Pictures of the two of you together decorated the walls. Lucifer pouted and his heart sank when he looked at them.

He missed you.

He opened the bathroom door and pulled his pajama pants and underwear to his ankles. He sighed and cleaned himself off with a tissue he had materialized earlier in case of this particular situation. He looked at himself in the giant mirror in front of him. He looked a mess. His hair was sticking out from all directions and his eyes had bags under them.

Lucifer sighed. Oh, how he wished you were here to cuddle and hold him. To make him tea while he worked at his desk. To listen to his complaints and dreams. To love and care for him. To help him with whatever he needed.

To help him…

Lucifer stared at himself angrily in the mirror. “No,” he said firmly, “we are absolutely not going to think about that.” But his dick hardened despite his efforts to think about other things.

“Oh, fuck you, Lucifer!” He frowned annoyedly at his reflection. He ran his fingers through his hair as he thought about what to do. He didn’t want to jerk off in the bathroom in the middle of the night, but he also didn’t want to try and sleep off his erection (which he knew would never happen).

His cock throbbed angrily. “Why did she have to leave?” Lucifer groaned as he placed his hand around the base of his member. He covered his mouth and slowly started to stroke his shaft.

He glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He looked pathetic. His hair was somehow even worse than when he had first looked in the mirror. Sweat poured from his forehead and his eyes were starting to water. And the fact that his hand was over his mouth so no one could hear his needy moans was an additional punch in the gut.

He stroked his aching cock faster and rougher, in a hurry to finish what he started. His hand went from his mouth to the countertop so that he could keep his balance. “Come on…a-ah-almost there…hngh…” he groaned.

Just then, Lucifer heard the door open with a click.

Lucifer quickly halted his movements and pulled his pants up. “Shit, shit, shit!” He whispered.

“Lucifer?”

It was you. “Oh, fuck me,” Lucifer said quietly as he opened the bathroom door.

You smiled at him when he opened the door, having not heard what he had just said. “There you are, sweetheart!”

“H-hi, y-yn! W-welcome home!” Lucifer stuttered. His cock was now more hard and angry than before, and it was driving him insane. “H-how was your trip?”

“It was…successful. I didn’t have much fun, though. All anyone was talking about was work, work, work all the time. They were all like, ‘Oh, this and that needs to be done by tomorrow and…”

Lucifer had stopped listening. The pain between his legs was making him dizzy. He was listing excuses in his mind so he could get back to what he needed to do. His member leaked pathetically inside his drawers.

“Lucifer? Lucifer, are you okay?”

Your words snapped him out of his imagination. “Oh, y-yeah I’m fi-ine. Just-mmh-just a bit under the w-weather. I’m all g-good.” He tried to muster a smile, but it didn’t happen. “Shit,” he thought, “how am I going to get out of this?”

You looked him up and down and noticed what was causing him to behave like this. You smiled slyly as you moved your hand down to his hard-on. “So this is what’s been making you act all out of it? Hmm?” You inquired.

Lucifer whimpered as you palmed his erection. “I-I had a d-dream…”

You laughed softly. “And what might that dream have been about?”

Lucifer whined. “You-ha-you were-gah-were wearing l-lingerie a-and I h-had a collar on a-and-hngh-and y-you-angh…” he trailed off into a string of quiet curses and moans.

“Aw, you poor thing! All alone in your room left to take care of this yourself! Here, baby, let me make it up to you,” you said as you picked him up and threw him gently on the bed.

You climbed on top of a now wide-eyed Lucifer. You reached for the hem of his pants and slowly pulled them off. You kissed him softly and gently tugged his boxers off as well. You threw them into a corner of the room. Then, you gripped his length and started to stroke him at an even pace. “Does that feel good, Luci?” You asked.

“Y-yeah…o-oh god…yes…angh…o-oh god, th-that’s so n-nice…hngh…ugh…’m getting c-close…please…oh, baby, please…AH~…g-AH-hnngh…baby, pl-ANGH-lease…FFFFFFUUUCK, OHMYGODBABYCUMMINGPLEASE!” Lucifer moaned loudly and bucked his hips without a care in the world as his orgasm hit him like a truck.

You giggled as you watched him try to catch his breath. “Good?”

He smiled weakly at you. “R-really good.”

You returned the smile as you took your hand off him and crawled back towards the foot of the bed. You made a show of taking your pants and shirt off.

Lucifer gasped. It was the same lacy lingerie you were wearing in the dream!

You giggled again. “Like what you see?” You teased.

He nodded, his eyes fixed on your perfect body (yes, your body is perfect, baby! Are you kidding me? You look amazing! Never stop telling yourself that! ;)).

You leaned down and pressed a kiss on his angry red tip. “I wore it just for you, baby,” you whispered.

Lucifer’s cock twitched. He whined. He needed you so badly, just like he always did.

You laughed softly and liked a stripe up his trembling length. Lucifer let out a high pitched moan and you slowly sunk your mouth down on him. You swirled your tongue around his hard-on before sliding your face even closer to his pelvis. Thank god you didn’t have a gag reflex now that you were a sinner in Hell.

Lucifer clutched your hair and whimpered pathetically, tears already streaming from his eyes from the overstimulation. “Hnngh…f-feels so g-good…AH~…y-yn…OOH~…y-ye-ah…ungh…ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuck…sh-shhhiiiit, baby, th-AH-t’s niiice…ANGH…” he whined. His grip on your hair tightened as his second orgasm approached. “P-please? Please, ba-ANGH-by? ‘ve been s-so g-good f’you…all f’you…OH~…AH~ PLEASE?” He begged as his next orgasm came quicker than the last.

You looked at him with your teary eyes, hummed and gave him an approving nod as you bobbed your head up and down on his lengthy dick. You couldn’t really talk because your mouth was so full, but you knew Lucifer would get the idea.

And get the idea he did. “Th-thank you…oh, god, thank you…th-THANKYOUSOMUCH…HNGH…GODFUCKCUMMING!” He screamed as he threw his head back and uncontrollably rammed his hips into your mouth.

You rode him through his orgasm, still trying to bob your head as tears fell down your face and onto the covers below you. When he was done, you released his cock from your mouth with a *pop*. “God, you’re big,” you said as you wiped your eyes with the sheets.

Lucifer looked away in embarrassment, a blush setting on his cheeks. “That was…nice,” he breathed unevenly. “Th-thanks.”

“Did you think we were done?” You asked him.

He looked at you with wide eyes. “W-well, yeah…” he mumbled. “I-I just assumed…”

You materialized a leash in your one hand and a collar in the other. “Well, we’re not done,” you smiled. “In fact, we’re just getting started.”

You crawled back up toward Lucifer’s face and gave him a sloppy kiss on the forehead. You unclasped your bra and exposed your breasts to the cool air.

Lucifer’s hands immediately went to your chest and he groped your breasts slowly. “I love these,” he whispered as he buried his face in your warmth. He ran his fingers over your nipples teasingly and rolled them gently in his digits.

You moaned softly as he continued his movements. “Th-ah-that’s nice, Luci~,” you praised.

Lucifer smiled into your chest as he moved his mouth to one of your tits while he played with your nipple on your other breast. He grinned more prominently as your moans grew louder and louder. Your noises were music to his ears. He hummed and switched from sucking on one of your tits to the other. He whined annoyedly when he felt your hand push him back slightly.

“I think you’re forgetting what your dream was about, pretty boy,” you whispered in his ear as you latched the collar on his neck. You then attached the leash and laid Lucifer flat on the bed. “Ready?” You asked him as you moved your panties to the side.

Lucifer nodded eagerly as you lined up your hole with his already leaking cock.

When you finally sank down on him, the two of you moaned loudly. His dick filled you up to the brim and tears filled both of your eyes again. “Y-you’re so b-big, Luci~,” you gasped as you gave yourself time to adjust. When you were ready, you slowly ground down on his length.

Lucifer couldn’t contain himself as you rode him through his third orgasm of the night. He bucked his hips up into your glistening cunt and whimpered happily as he finally got what he had been craving for days.

Lucifer’s member hit your g-spot every time he moved. The sound of slapping skin and hungry moans filled the room. You were sure everyone in Hell could hear the both of you, much less the people in the hotel, but the two of you didn’t care. The both of you were too fucked out to even remember your own names, so why would you care if some stupid sinners heard you?

“G-GAH! YN! HNNGH! S-SO GOOD! HAH~! F-FASTER! PLEASE, YN, FASTER!” Lucifer screamed as his length was enveloped in your warm, tight pussy. “‘M CLOSE, YN! PLEASE, BABY, I’M SO CLOSE!”

“OH~RIGHT THERE LUCI! FUCK, BABY, RIGHT THERE! D-DOING SO G-GOOD F’ME, HONEY! OH, GOD, HONEY! Y-YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME C-CUM! HA~YEAH! LET GO, B-BABY, AND I’LL COME R-RIGHT W-WITH YOU! OKAY?” You moaned as Lucifer’s cock hit that spot every time.

Lucifer came inside you with a “FUCK” and only slowed his movements when you had cum as well.

You fell back into the bed and tried desperately to catch your breath.

“F-fuck, that was hot,” Lucifer said after a while.

You laughed tiredly and cuddled into him. “Yeah,” you agreed as you yawned.

“Sleepy?” Lucifer asked as he patted your head.

You nodded.

Lucifer giggled. “Goodnight, darling,” he whispered into your hair before dozing off for the night.

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Angel Dust smiled to himself slyly as he laid wide awake in his bed. “Oh, I am SO making fun of them tomorrow,” he laughed.

[heedmywarnings]

God!Reader who can't take anything serious (Part Three)

@sheepispink

WRONG STORY, WRONG CHAPTER.

As soon as the black particles faded away you were met in instant panic and excitement (masochistic behavior) Xiao was gonna tell his geo daddy about you and Zhongli is gonna kidnap you (nicely)

Now the thought of living luxurious and having utmost power and authority all over Teyvat is nice, having no freedom is not so nice.

So like, thinking of your course of action while sitting on a rock. Hand on your chin, arrow still on your ankle. The thought then hit you, how long were you on the rock? ZHONG SHOULD BE ON HIS WAY FUCK-

Instincts took over and you dashed to Liyue Harbor, your ankle stopped bleeding because of rapid healing properties that you did not know you had but like you have it now I guess.

There was an unattended shop outside of Liyue, glancing for any other people or millelith to see you, none. You quickly snatched a cloak, instantly wearing it and head on over to Liyue Harbor.

The millelith welcomed you, thankfully they did not ask you to take off your hood, and you went on your merry way.

While walking trying to blend in with the crowd, you spotted Zhongli, oh fuck, you held tightly to your cloak hoping he did not see you, he didn't.

But another set of eyes laid upon you, "Heh, how interesting... they have the face of the creator "they murmured.

"What"

"Hm? Ah, did you overhear me?"

"You are literally next to me"

"Oh, I didn't know you could hear me" they chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You can't just go on talk shit about people that's next to you, like what if I talk shit about you?" You reprimanded

"Ahah, sincere apologies [Ma'am/Sir/Whatever-you-call-an-enby]

"Literally, is there any knowledge that passes that fluffy orange hair of yours?" You said, still mad at the fact that Childe somehow saw your face.

"I'm sorry, hmm.." He said, laughing a bit but then stopping as if he something unpleasant

(This is literally what they looked like during the convo)

(Awesome representation by me)

"Get behind me" Childe said, you were a bit confused but you decided to just do it.

"Ah, Mr. Zhongli, haven't seen you since you used me as a pawn" Childe said, passive-aggressively, and he was talking to Zhongli, ZHONGLI, the same Zhongli who's gonna kidnap you (nicely tho)

"Childe... May I recruit your assistance on a little something?" He asked, the smile on Childe's face faded into a neutral face, "Mm, no" he answered without missing a beat, you were also wondering what would happen if you just popped out of Childe's back like "SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER" nah that'd be too risky, Zhongli wouldn't even kidnap you nicely at that point, he'll have to kidnap your rudely, yes, that was your main concern.

"Why not? I think you'd be fairly interested at the topic" Zhongli said, Childe already knew that 'topic' and so did you, but you were too busy thinking of an escape plan and imaging epic parkour shit.

"Then enlighten me" Childe said putting his hands on his hips, also you weren't sure if Zhongli could see you because you're just behind his back, like old grandpa getting blurry vision now?? How's he supposed to kidnap you?? (Nicely) "It's about the descending of the Creator..." Zhongli said.

"Ah, so you are here for my mora?" Childe said, smiling again with aggression, Childe Dammit, it took all your will not to burst out laughing. "N-no.. I just simply wanted you to maybe help me look for them" Zhongli tried to reason, "Look for them? Are they missing or what?" Childe asked, raising a singular eyebrow.

"They're roaming free on Teyvat, and I just wanted you to help me, since you are a devoted acolyte I expected you to do it without hesitation, what would the Creator think about this, hm?" Zhongli said (idfk how many times I've written said at this point) gritting his teeth as the air around them tensed.

"Well I can look for them on my own!" Childe then argued, "You can go now, the Creator must be waiting for you" Childe mocked the former archon, in the end Zhongli decided to let it go and left the conversation as is.

Childe then looked at you, "Comrade, uh I mean, Your Grace, would you like to join the fatui or you could stay at Zapolyarny Palace! The Tsaritsa shouldn't mind because it's you"

"no"

[novelcain]

i did not mean to get sucked into the triad au but that shit is a black hole i cant escape from. like how dare you make an au that's been giving me brainrot for a full week 😤 /j

I'm not even finished with the series for gods sake lol!

anyway jokes aside, imagine dragonhead Wukong deals with his VERY drunk not-yet-wife who's a giggly kinda drunk. out drinking with friends maybe, and he's just trying to get her home safe but she's being just- so damn cute and silly like

"ehehehhe hey handsome what're you doing in a *hic* place like this??"

"yknow darling for a stone monkey, you're awfully fluffy. why- why is that???" *tilts head*

he's just chuckling at this but internally he's like 'SJDJDJFIDBEIDNDI don't do anything she's not sober enough to actually consent just DONT' (hey it don't matter how horny he is he respects his girl dammit)

this was kinda dumb but at the same time i thought it was kinda cute so i wanted to share idk

anyway ^-^ stay awesome, take care and have a good one

kekeke~ I live to sew the seeds of chaos~

lmaooo all I could think of was:

Reader, tripping and grabbing Wukong by the shoulders and looking up at him with blurry vision: Oh, wow. You're really h-hot. Are you single?

Wukong, barely holding back laughter: No, I'm actually engaged.

Reader:

Wukong:

Reader: *starts ugly sobbing*

i can't guarantee i'll be awesome but i can commit various war crimes 😇(and a good one to you as well~)

[proshippers-against-censorship]

might be a bit of a controversial take? But imo I feel like antis who are either poc or black seemingly make the color of their skin the only redeeming quality of themselves, or just want EVERYTHING to revolve around that

Someone’s OC or anime character is not black? Let’s edit them into a black character! And mind you I have absolutely nothing against black edits. I even agree, black people are unfairly underrepresented in games/anime and this has only recently become a little bit better

but the edits I saw were mostly poorly done or gave the characters blurry oversized Afros that cover 90% of the face and colors that will clash with everything else going on, like backgrounds. Or they would “fix” someone’s art and then claim desaturated art pieces or pastel color palettes were “whitewashing”

Whitewashing is a serious problem that happens and shouldn’t happen so often in media but I’m begging people to understand that lighting, pastel and saturation as color options exist

Oh no I fully agree.

That and folks nitpick every piece of poc art but then get mad when artists start only drawing white characters because they're sick of the nitpicking. Personally, I just don't post original human characters anymore because you can do everything right and folks will still pitch a fit.

Also, fixing art is literally art theft and people who 'fix' art without permission from the artists are scum. I will die on this hill.

Draw your own art. And make it look good, God dammit. If I see another copy-pasted afro I may cry. So many creative hairstyles out there. And learn color theory, lads. Please. I beg.

(Not going to touch too much on the 'my skin tone is my only redeeming quality' note just because I just KNOW that's going to drag in some stinkies and I'm too eepy from my drive yesterday to deal with them. I do agree, though. Or the 'support me because I'm a [insert trait here] artist' thing. Like I'm sorry but if your art or product is shit I'm not spending money on it, idc how much of a minority you are. Trying to guilt-trip and frame anybody who doesn't support you as 'bad' because your art or product sucks is stinky.)

[syn4k]

Doc chronic ilness/pain that man works too hard or he has to take his mech arm off for pain/fatigue reasons and is trying to do shit anyway even though he needs rest. Also have this song it's related in my brain https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=0hEQi-cmnQY&si=SBkzpTLoj12w4Yw5

He's also a system 2 me <3 hivemimd supremacy

(that is a girl-tier take on the hivemind whats it like having a huge brain)

Doc sighed frustratedly as he tried and failed once again to weld a piece of metal with one hand.

The Hivemind had been cajoling him to take a break and rest, dammit, especially since the whole reason he was working with one hand at all was because his arm had started to dig into his shoulder and sting and it was going to draw blood soon if he hadn't tossed it aside with a low growl and his vision was blurry and his back ached and his muscles were leaden and-

You need to take a break, They hissed. The Hivemind's constant bee buzz in the back of Doc's mind tickled sometimes, but he'd gotten used to it over the years.

"It's fine, guys," he muttered with a small chuckle that he didn't quite feel. He always responded out loud when he was alone. It was easier than having distinguish between his thoughts and Theirs, anyways, and They could hear. "I'm just tired, that's all."

You're about to burn your finger, a quiet solitary voice chimed in, and Doc snapped to and adjusted his grip on the welder before dropping it and veritably growling with frustration. He felt the muscles in his legs start to work, and he desperately fought to stay in the chair. "Guys. Guys! It's fine! Let me- give it back!"

No, They hummed smugly.

"We only grind here, remember?" said Doc through gritted teeth, finding himself standing up suddenly as the buzzing in his mind grew louder. "Twenty-four seven."

Can't grind forever without taking a break, said the Hivemind, sing-song. You may be the G.O.A.T, but you're still mortal, and that means you have to sleep sometimes.

"No," said Doc, losing his grip on the chair and, briefly, his vision, as he saw from a distance (it felt like) himself going to the closet, his hand opening the door and grabbing a blanket, then shutting the door and walking over to his bed. "Dude, give my body back. I was in the middle of a project, guys."

You can finish it tomorrow, said one voice.

Or next week, suggested another. Anyways, no, you're getting a nap.

"One day I will kick you guys out of here and you will have nowhere to go," mumbled Doc, who was now tucked into bed. "No one to come home to."

And you won't have your 73,492 braincells, They responded cheekily. No, make that 73,493. Another one just joined the Hive. Good night, Doc.

The last thing Doc remembered before he passed out completely was a vague sense of grudging affection towards the Hive that populated his mind, and a chorus of quiet laughter that was laughing at him but for him at the same time.

[simpcityy]

My Little Spawn "Preview" (Dadstarion X Child!Reader)

Here is a little preview of the works, I hope you like it and please like, reblog, let others know. Thank you.

Everything was dark and blurry in his eyes. All he remembers was stalking in the shadows looking for his next prey and suddenly he was kidnapped. He felt mixed emotions, fear but importantly joy, he was finally away from Cazador. It would be like he suddenly disappeared in thin air and Cazador will need him no more. Until he was stuck with another burden, You. “Would you keep quiet, dammit!?” He whispered rather loudly. You stopped shifting around the tall grass and peaked out of it. “I’m sorry” You whispered before going back to hiding. He looked over seeing two people walking by, “Perfect” He mutters and gets ready to put on his performance.  

  After almost getting incinerated, you and Astarion have found a group and camp for the remainder of the period till the little wiggly worm is out of your mind but of course, you wouldn’t comprehend, for you were so young. 

“Who’s the little adorable bugger?” Gale smiles letting you try to read the books he has found so far. “For the record this annoying little sp-human is not mine, they just seem to be attached to me.” Astarion watches you trying to pronounce the big words only to butcher them. “But it’s getting rather late and I hate to deal with a cranky annoying child tomorrow.” He picked you up keeping his arms outstretched and walked to his tent. Once everyone was out of earshot, he squats at your height. “Listen here, you must not tell anyone what we are understood?” His red eyes look down at your innocent (E/C) ones. “But why not?” You sat on top of the pillow looking up at Astarion seeing him take a deep breath in. Of course, Astarion knows he has to make it simple. “Because we are playing a game” He grins “ We are all hiding our identity. You and I are a team and the rest are a team. Whoever is the first one to discover their real identity, is the sore loser.” He gives a smile sitting down next to you. You pouted, your cheeks puffed up “We will win, okay! I won’t tell.” You lean back before yawning “ If they ask what do I say?” You cute little doe eyes look at him tiredly. “Hmm…we are just normal elves got it?” He looks away in deep thought, “it’s for the best for now” He mutters before leaning back “ You know for a being the youngest Spawn he created…you still need rest like a human, you are such an odd little spawn” He gently plays with the ends of your hair “ Why did he even turn you?” He whispers as you slowly slip into sleep. “What use does he even have for you?” He kept asking himself all the questions ever since you were part of the “Family” 

You were the youngest spawn Cazador has ever gotten. You were only 5 soon turning 6. Astarion was first shocked to see Cazador holding you in his arms when he came back from bringing a pretty prey for his master. He never dared question, he kept all his unanswered questions to himself. Astarion felt anger towards you both. Why was Cazador more tender with you, not treating you like he does to his other spawns. Why did you get the special treatment? He was mostly angry towards Cazador as always, why did he turn you, you didn’t even reach your half way milestone of your life. You were going to stay that age and size forever.  He has been treated like shit for 200 years but you, you would never experience the things a child should be, the things teenerages and young adults go through. Once again Cazador has robbed you of your life just how Astarion was robbed of his.

[nerdieforpedro]

Weddings 101 with Dieter

Chapter Three: Meeting the Family

Dieter Bravo x plus size OFC (Maya)

Fanfiction 18+

Masterlist / Dieter Bravo Masterlist / Weddings 101 with Dieter Series

Word Count: approx 5.2k

Summary: Maya is awoken to Dieter having a vivd dream that benefits both of them. They go off to the separate events, Maya to the start of wedding stuff and Dieter to his golf press appearance. Maya is not enjoying herself at all and Dieter continues his beef with Oscar Issac. Daisy comes through for the win.

Warnings: self-doubt, sexy clouds, Dieter is a grabby menace, grinding, biting, sucking, vivid dreams, mutual masturbation, more bad nicknames, more Oscar Issac slander, body worship, one rouge mushroom, Dieter's MOUTH

Notes: Dieter has been chillin’ in my brain for the last few weeks. After posting chapter two, I started writing chapter 3 and here is where we are. I’m going for a rom-com vibe because Pedro hasn’t been in any and that saddens me greatly. He’d be so good in one! 😫 I’m aware that Pedro and Oscar are best buddies in real-life, I just wanted to add to the comedy for Dieter having a beef another actor and since he got mad about Star Wars last time, it was perfect.

Groggy, Maya opened her eyes, things were blurry and she couldn’t make anything out. She felt warm, maybe even a little hot. Not sure why, it was comfortable so she dozed back to sleep. An hour later, she awoke again, feeling like she had a new lease on life. She didn’t remember any of her dreams, never did, but felt a sense of unexplained joy. When she moved, things became more apparent.

She’s chest to chest with Dieter, laying on top of him. One leg is draped over his hips and her hand is cradling the back of his head. Her face on his chest and hears his heartbeat, surprisingly slow to her. He’s really sleeping comfortably with her weight on him like this. More shocking than that is she didn’t feel like moving. His body was sturdy, not something she imagined when thinking of Dieter. Lips parted slightly as his chest rises and falls, just listening to him soothes her nerves. Maybe this isn’t so bad. I mean I didn’t mean to be in his bed the first night here, but like this isn’t horrible. I wonder if he’d be startled if he woke up right now, wait…what time is it?

Maya recalled what Bravo’s assistant had mentioned yesterday, that he had somewhere to be at noon. Some press thing maybe, but whatever it was, she needed to know the time now. She didn’t hear anyone else in the villa that she could tell so maybe it wasn’t quite time yet. No alarm was going off so it should at least be before eleven. Now the next question, how should she wake him up? Just push his head, pinch him, move her leg, poke him… something may already be poking. No that’s just morning wood, it doesn’t mean what you think it means. Maya took her hand off Dieter’s head and pushed her torso up off of his chest, hearing him groan as she rolled on her back, swinging her leg quickly and brushing his erection.

A soft “Fuck baby,” was heard at the loss of the softness. Dieter was dreaming he was inside a cloud, laying on a bean bag with Kit Kat on top of him. She just was making fun of how goofy his face was with his wide cheerful smile, Just enjoying the sound of her voice as she talked and the pressure from her body, but then she floated away, saying she had to go. He reached for her and was able to wrap his arms around her, pressing his face between her cushiony bosoms instead of her stomach this time. “Shit you can’t get away. This is the best feeling, You can’t go Maya, you’re my Kit Kat dammit.” He heard loud drums suddenly, they scared him so he pressed his face deeper, turning his head side to side, the friction from his beard making his face warm. His lips found what he thought was her breastbone as he kept pressing his nose deeper, tipping his chin up, he extended his tongue and licked, tasting a mix of skin, sweat. He mumbled something into her chest and started to alternate between sucking and nibbling. The tempo of the drums changed from sounding like timpani (large orchestra drum) to snare drums that were uneven. They complemented the low sighs he heard, encouraging him to only suck harder and branch out toward her breasts. Once he did, the sighs transformed into moans, the back of his head had a familiar pressure on it from four to five different small points and his back was being raked by something sharp. It didn’t matter, all of it was euphoric, Dieter had never had a dream like this.

“Sweet Lips…sta- shit that feels good…” Her moans continued, she wrapped her arms around his head, to keep his head at her breasts. Maya’s thighs pressed together, she expected to be able to get out the bed but now she was participating in whatever dream Dieter seemed to be having. A dream about her. She was pleasantly surprised, but worried, she still didn’t know what time it was and didn’t want the assistant or anyone else walking in and seeing them like this. Bravo had pulled up her shirt and bra to access her breasts, it was why she thought he was awake, but despite her increasing moans and calling his name, he didn’t respond, just kept sucking and teasing her. She knew whenever she did get up, she’d need to wash her panties and shorts as they were soaked. His hardness kept grazing her knee and thigh, moist with what was likely his own precum. “Fuck, it’s just there…Dieter it’s not fair…Mmm…” He grazed her nipple with his teeth and she yelped, digging her fingers into his scalp before grabbing the base of his neck. Using her thighs, she was able to provide some friction to his cock as he kneaded and suckled on her breasts.

While Dieter was trapped within the warmth of his Kit Kat cloud, he felt the pressure of a firm water mattress around his cock. The fabric of his pants were a hindrance in identifying the true nature of the presence he felt providing his throbbing member some relief. His hips started to jerk as he grew closer to his release, moving faster the more he heard cursing along with his name. He managed to work both nipples into his mouth as he climaxed into his pants and onto the warm water bed. Taking his head from the breasts he was so fond off, his world view began to change

He was on a mattress, but there were no water or clouds, instead there were pillows, sheets and Maya. Her shirt was raised along with her bra and her breasts were slightly swollen and in his hands as he still massaged them gently. His face cooled from the departure as he looked up at a wondrous sight, Maya panting looking down at him, her eyes fluttering trying to focus but unable to. Her hand was on his neck. He looked down and his pants were wet with not only his spend, but some of hers that had leaked from her shorts. Dieter was conflicted, he was coming down from an excellent sex dream induced high that he had acted out with the person he had been dreaming about. The question was, is she okay with what he did? He wasn’t sure if the effects of Molly had worn off yet and she was perhaps more sensitive and hadn’t been alright at all with him touching her. “Maya, are you alright? I was having an intense dream and it looks like I-”

“Dee, you’re not fair at all. How the hell are you going to be so good at that while asleep?! It’s not right, I’ve never been happier about having sore breasts.” Maya sighed and cupped his cheek. She giggled and he exhaled, that’s one elephant out of the room, the second would be equally as worrisome. “I felt more sensitive. Is that because of the juice I drank last night? What was in there?” Dieter closed his eyes and placed a hand on her hip, pulling her shirt down. Her breasts were distracting and this needed to be said with the proper attention, though he was surprised that she remembered feeling off and drinking the juice, did she remember what she told him last night?

“Well that juice was supposed to be for my two day golf press tour. I show up, take pictures and do some autographs. It’s boring but pays well. I drink my juice spiked with some Molly to put me in a better mood for it.” He explained, his fingers tapping to the drums he had heard in his dream. 

“Ah that explains it. I felt real giggly and very bendy? Flexible? No.” She paused, trying to find the right word to describe it. She had sensed something was off, but didn’t mind it. She recalled drinking a lot of water as well too. “Open! That’s the right word! Open to any and everything. It’s a fun feeling like someone took out all my worries, but scary now that I think about it. Anyway I should have asked what was in your fridge given you told me that it was the most fun you’d had just by drinking.” Her laugh told Dieter that maybe things were alright for now, he didn’t need to ask about what she mentioned in the kitchen. Her soft lips kissed his head as she rolled away from him, popping up out of the bed. Scanning the room, Maya didn’t see a clock at the bedside or on the wall. She also didn’t see her phone either. It turned out she was in her room instead of Dieter’s so it should be in here. Maybe she left it downstairs after setting the alarm. 

Dieter got up on all fours and crawled to the edge of the bed, “Looking for something?” He wiggles his butt as Maya turns and she giggled, using a finger to poke his forehead. 

“I’m looking for my phone, a clock or any indication of time. You have to be showered and dressed by noon and I should be getting to the introductory brunch with everyone.” Her hand went to his curls, using her nails to run along his scalp and she was sure he purred. Dieter lowered his head to allow her to continue, a low hum mixed in with the purrs. “Enjoy that my fluffy boy? I can massage it more later tonight.” She paused, “Oh! Sugar Li-“

“Fluffy boy or Dieter is perfect Maya.” He ran his palm along the forearm of her hand that was atop his head, he looked up and smirked, “That’s a promise Kit Kat. I’ll hold you to it. Ask me if I enjoy it again. Say my name this time.” He moved closer to the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around her hips, his cheek on her stomach, listening as it churned with hunger. He gave it a swift peck and nuzzled into her belly further.

This time, she used both hands to graze the top of his head, feeling his soft curls and spotting flashes of gray within the chocolate brown. She looked down, resisting the urge to pull him up and take his lips, he appeared content to hold her. Maya took a quiet rasp, closing her eyes as she explored his crown, “Do you enjoy my fingers grazing your scalp Dieter?”

“Abso-fuckin’…Yes. Yes.” Bravo panted, his hand trailed from her lower back to her round ass, filling his hand and started to knead it as he had her breasts. “Maya, what time do you absolutely need to be at that family brunch thing?” His face emerged out of her belly and peered up at her, his eyes pleading. If she came with him, he might not need the orange juice for the press interactions, though he may inspire other questions that had nothing to do with his projects. She cupped his face and opened her eyes, Maya felt she could be too easily swayed by his eyes so she focused on his lips and how pink they were. Also a bad move. 

“Need to be there by one. You can stop by after your press thing. After brunch, there’s going to just going to be some family gathering stuff and then I plan to make it an early dinner so I can bail. Though I’ll need to bring the bridesmaid dress because my mother and the bride’s mother will want to see all of us in them.” A long sigh followed. He could tell she wasn't looking forward to this at all, was it the dress itself, the people, the comparison with the other bridesmaids, both mothers? He’ll see how long he’d need to be at the golf event and as soon as he can, he’s getting out of there to come get Maya out of there. “You need to get ready though, then I can get ready.” An empty chuckle left her lips as she released his head and Dieter followed suit and let her go. He rolled to his side of the bed and retrieved his phone. It was only half after ten. He let her know and went downstairs to heat up the pizza and eat it, Maya found her phone on the kitchen island, it was at five percent so she plugged it in when she went up to her room briefly. 

Sitting and eating pizza together, they laughed and Dieter pouted when she brought up Oscar Issac again. He threw a mushroom at her, hitting her arm. She picked it off and ate it as they played around and ate. Finally when they finished, they went to their respective rooms and showered. Dieter put on a button down short sleeve shirt that was split down the middle - one half had zebra print and the other half had cheetah print on it. Daisy, who had been MIA the entire night nipped at Dieter’s ankles before he slipped on his gray boxer briefs, the elastic settling just under his round pouch of a belly and sitting on his hips. He picked up the goat and kissed her forehead. “You traitor. You left me last night. Still love you though.” The small goat baahed at him and licked his chin, its rough tongue made him laugh. He needed to pick out pants though, he didn’t really care so he pulled out a black pair when he heard a soft knock at his door. “Come in, you don’t need to knock Kit Kat. It’s only us two here and Daisy.”

Retrieving his black slacks, he set Daisy on the bed and the pants as well before sitting on the bed and putting on some white socks and his pants. He had the pants around his knees when he turned to see Maya who stood in the doorway looking away shyly. A grin crossed his face and her spun around and pulled the back of his shirt up, wiggling his ass at her. He heard her laugh, “Better than Oscar’s right?” She shook her head and he pulled up his pants and buttoned them, bitting his lips in frustration.

“Objectively I can’t lie to you Sugar Lips.” Maya chuckled, walking to sit on the bed and pet Daisy. She wore a dress that had a deep V in front, the base was white and it had lines of gold, green, brown ovals and various splashes of orange. It was nearly to the floor so only her feet poked out when she walked. Her hair was pinned up in a neat bun and she wore gold earrings. It was the fuchsia color on her lips that drew the most attention, it made her lips appear fuller then they already were. “But you’ve got other things Oscar doesn’t so don’t fret so much and I’ll try not to tease you about it.”

Dieter plopped down next to her as Daisy hopped to the floor, sauntering around. “What other things huh? And with that lipstick, I should call you Sugar Lips.” He laid his hand over hers and he remembered, “I don’t have your number Maya. I can’t send you pictures of Daisy or eggplant emojis.” 

“You’re impossible. It can’t just be texts and memes? Eggplants, really?” 

“Yeah and maybe some of the things that might be better than that man. Stupid bubble butt.” He stood to retrieve his phone and sat back down, unlocked it and handed it to Maya. “Put your number in and save yourself as…” He thought for a moment. 

“Mi Reina (My queen).” 

“Oh? What does that mean?” She did as he asked and entered her number and saved it.

Bravo laid his head on her shoulder and spoke into her ear, “I’ll tell you tonight while you’re rubbing my head again and I’m in your lap.” He licked her earlobe and scooped up Daisy who had returned, making his way to the door. One hand sent her a text to ensure she has his number too. “Let me know what you save me as Kit Kat. We should head downstairs. It’s eleven thirty.” The grin never left his face and he felt confident he had enticed her enough. Maya stopped on the way down to grab her phone, purse, brown sandals and a garment bag before meeting Dieter downstairs on the living room couch. Draping the bag over the back of the couch she sat next to Dieter and cut her eyes at him.

“Despite you being impossible at times,” Her hand touched her cool earlobe that previously had his tongue on it, “it’s also one of the charms you possess, Dieter.”

“I have charms now? Not just impossible?”

“You know you do. That mouth of yours is- ” Dieter places one hand at the side of her thighs and parted his lips after licking them. 

“My mouth is what, Maya?” He taunts, he leans like he’s going to kiss her but stops. “I can’t mess up your lipstick of course. Tell me what it does for you bebita (baby girl).” Lips graze her neck and his hands move up to her thighs, his tongue trails down to just above her breasts. Warm breath against her skin, her hands snaked to hold his soft sides. “Let me hear what I heard this morning. I’ll be thinking about it while answering those asinine questions. Por favor (please).” His chin touched her breast and he groaned, hearing Maya trying to stifle her moans only had him press his fingers into her thighs more. Dieter used his teeth to nibble gently on her breast which made her finally give him what he wanted, a deep bellow of pleasure. 

“Your mouth is dangerous, shit Dieter. Please, it’s almost time-” One hand was moving up to his head but she stopped herself and just held the back of his neck. She couldn’t pull him away, her back was curving into his face.

“Just a little longer cariño (dear).” His teeth started on her other breasts softly nibbling before a ‘swip’ was heard. Dieter stopped and peered over the back of the couch. Daisy had tugged on Maya’s garment bag and pulled it to the floor. “Daisy, you really are a traitor.” he reluctantly stood up and picked up the garment bag, draping it back over the couch as Maya straightened her dress back out.

“Daisy’s helping both of us out. That should be saved for when we’re alone.” Zack and two drivers were making their way in the villa. Dieter hadn’t heard them come in at all. The click of his tongue told the assistant that he likely had interrupted something but there was a schedule to keep. 

“Um, sir. Sorry to interrupt, but we should leave. Good morning Ms. Maya.” He smiled brightly. Dieter sighed and gave Kit Kat a peck on the cheek, she took his hand and whispered to him,

“I think I’m going to move up the time table on fucking you Sugar Lips.” Bravo’s eyes widened, she remembered saying that? Maya’s other hand gave his ass a solid squeeze. “For the record, I like your ass better than Oscar’s.” With that, she walked out with one of the drivers who carried her purse and garment bag as she hopped in the car and departed. Zack gave his boss a few minutes, thankfully he had built in time just in case the award winner wasn’t ready, but he ended up clearing his throat to bring Dieter back to reality. He made sure to grab his orange juice on the way out. The star followed his assistant and sat in the back of the car with Daisy, uncomfortably hard and looking out the window thinking of a way to bail on this event and drop by that brunch.

Maya wasn’t fairing much better, shifting around in the back of the car as the villa disappeared behind her. Her hands ran along the garment bag and then her thighs where Dieter’s hands had been. “Smooth bastard. I’ll need to see if they have a CVS or Walgreens here for some condoms. I can’t get it out of my head from this morning. I won’t tease him as much when I get back.” A soft smile graced her lips as she watched the trees slowly change into buildings, getting closer to the hotel. The Hilton was a nice hotel yes, but she was only looking forward to seeing her mother, father and brothers. Both sides of the now joining family proved to be insufferable at the engagement and bridal shower. It’s why she skipped the bachelorette party, a fact that the bride’s mother never failed to mention. 

Arriving at the hotel in a black audi did give her an air of satisfaction as some of the family members watched her walk in, her white dress with its pattern flowing behind her in the warm sun. Maya made her way to the main room where she knew brunch was in progress and spotted her mother, making a bee line for the short woman in her four inch heels, gray dress and gold bangles and rings. She wore them due to the residual effects of her rheumatoid arthritis but moved like a woman thirty years her junior.

“Hey Sweetie! You made it! I love the lipstick. I wasn’t sure about the dress but it suits you. You look like you’re floating.” They embraced and shared a hug, rocking side to side before they parted, holding each other’s hands. 

“Hey ma, you look beautiful. There still some food around?” Maya asked and her mother shook her head. ‘This child’ she likely thought, but she did notice a small red mark at the top one of her breasts.

“I think someone may have eaten you. You have any concealer Maya? If not, I can grab you some before they come over.” She dropped her hands and walked over to a chair where her purse was a few feet away. Removing a sponge and some liquid makeup, swished her hand to indicate for her to hold her dress to the side slightly to apply the makeup. She did and blended it out with the sponge, once happy with her work, then had Maya adjust her dress again. “Is whoever this is here or coming to the wedding?”

A long sigh left Kit Kat’s lips, “Maybe, I don’t know about today, but probably later this week. He’s…different. But it’s good I think.” Maya’s mother watches as a smile crept along her face, whoever it was, this man was someone who made her happy, which was very good.

“Well, go get some food and eat. The family’s going to bop around a bit more and then they want to do the final fitting for the bridesmaid dresses. Why it couldn’t be done weeks ago is beyond me? She maybe shouldn’t have changed colors so many times.” Her mother began to gripe but stopped when she saw the look in her daughter’s face. It wasn’t the time, the complaining could happen after things were said and done. She went to track down her husband who was taking advantage of the free wine samples offered until two in the afternoon. It was one forty five so he was entitled to a full fifteen minutes of wine drinking and would not accept anything less. 

Maya went to eat some sausage, eggs, and pancakes, grabbing two of each as she had eaten pizza already this morning. It was then that the bride appeared, greeting her warmly. She wasn’t a mean or annoying woman. Well, a little annoying, but only because she didn’t listen to any of the suggestions. Which yes, it’s her wedding, Maya understood that, but she wasn’t the only larger bridesmaid and the three of them with Maya included, weren’t into the strapless design or the dress being made in lace with a slip under it. You’re in Hawaii, in a humid ass place and needed to wear shapewear in addition to a tight dress was….now you sound like your mother.

The two women hugged and briefly chatted about the trip over here. The bride said hers was smooth and really enjoyed spending time with Michael, Maya’s brother. Nodding, Maya stated that her journey here had a few hiccups but turned out to be great, knowing that she wouldn't ask any further. Maya slowly ate her food, knowing that the fitting was imminent and followed Elyssa, the bride, up to one of the eighth floor rooms where all the other bridesmaids were waiting. None of them looked excited or even tried to keep a neutral face. What had happened?

“We’re going with another new color and style ladies!” Elyssa said excitedly, everyone groaned simultaneously. This fitting just became infinitely worse.

Dieter was trying to hold off on drinking his juice. He wanted to save it for either a really tiresome interview or if he had to talk to anyone about whoever the hell was playing golf. He didn’t care, he was here because they wanted to use his appearance to promote the tournament and he could talk about some of the projects he was producing. He hadn’t found any roles recently that he wanted to be a part of since the Cliff Beasts fiasco and into writing, painting and producing. He was talking with one interviewer who was asking about some of his artwork, someone who actually bothered to do some research. It was a fun conversation, until that douche popped up. Was he even supposed to be here?

Oscar Issac - who beat him out for the Star Wars role he wanted and could frustratingly play guitar and sing. This bastard who won some nonsense poll about who had better curls between Bravo and Issac and was sporting a full well-groomed beard with splashes of gray in it. And now some other interview has mentioned his ‘cakes’ from the last movie Oscar did where he spends a fair amount with no pants on. Dieter may be in a one-sided beef with the man, but he was going to keep calm. Be cool. Just grab his orange juice to chill out. 

His assistant Zack had it though and he wasn’t nearby. “Fuck.” Dieter muttered under his breath as Oscar walked over, opening his arms for a hug. Turning on the charm, he hugged him back and patted his back, a little too hard. 

“Hey Bravo, how are you? I heard you might be here. It’s good to see you.” A pearly white smile beamed from him. Go away. I want nothing to do with you.

“Fine. Just interviews and press. What’s new with you Issac? Singing about some more hippos?” Dieter meant it to be playful, but the vitriol was clear. Oscar picked up on it and he smirked, his eyebrows raising.

“Did another stint on broadway. You ever think trying it out Bravo?” Oscar stepped closer to Dieter,  “Oh, that’s right, you’ve flamed out and can’t hack it anymore. Doing your little scribbles and paints. Cabrón (bastard).” Dieter sucked his teeth, tapping his foot as fists formed at his sides. Wasn’t one sided after all, arrogant bastard. The camera around them snapped pictures of the two men smiling and talking, unaware of the battle for the last word taking place. Daisy trotted over and took her place near Bravo’s feet. 

Oscar bent down to pet Daisy which she allowed and Dieter followed suit, it was an excellent photo op, the pair of them with a baby goat. After a few pictures, Daisy walked a foot away and the two men continued taking pictures flashing peace signs while crouched. 

“Say what you will about my acting, but my art has already made millions and I can do it well after I retire from acting. What are you gonna do? Hop on a Christmas album with Mariah Carey when she re-emerges this winter?” Dieter continued as he stood back up beaming, “You and your hippos can only dream hijo de punta (son of a bitch).” Bravo waved to the cameras, when Oscar went to stand he was met with pain. 

Not from his knees, but a bite from one Daisy who maybe was going after the back pocket of his suit pants, but got a chunk of his ass in addition to the pocket. Issac let out a loud scream as Dieter laughed, this was the best thing to ever happen at a press event. It wasn’t long before he was escorted out with his goat, assistant, and his juice he never got to drink. The organizers confirmed that yes, he would still be paid as had done the interview and pictures and that’s mainly what he needed to know, as great as it was to see Oscar finally get his, he didn’t show up there for free. 

“Tell the driver to go to the Hilton hotel. I have someone to surprise. Isn’t that right Daisy? You’re not a traitor afterall. I hope you get the taste out of your mouth.” Dieter turned to his assistant Zack who just told the driver the address of the Hilton. “You got a snack for Daisy? She couldn’t have Oscar’s taste on her lips.” His large hand rubbed the goat’s head as she softly baahed and nuzzled into his chest. Zack got out a bag that had some snacks, giving the goat some carrots to nibble on. He held onto the small animal for Dieter as he hopped out of the SUV once the arrived at the hotel. He entered and asked at the front desk about a wedding party, they pointed him in the direction of the grand ballroom where some people were standing around, some were dancing and others were eating. It seemed that they may be in between events but he didn’t see her. He knew she’d be easy to pick out in the dress he saw this morning and her figure alone. A hand appeared on his shoulder and he turned to see the top of a head so he looked down.

“You looking for someone? Are you a guest of someone hun?” A warm voice asked him, he looked down to see an older woman with reddish brown hair looking up at him with a smile. Dieter noted that she had a ring on nearly every finger and multiple bracelets on both wrists. He nodded and she chuckled, it was similar to Maya.

“I am. Would you happen to be related to Maya?” he asked as she lowered her hand, she now wore a navy blue dress with suede heels, three inches this time.

“I’m her mother, Yvette. I take it she’s staying with you. She wasn’t sure if you were coming or not. Glad that you made it.” She started to walk down a hallway. “Follow me, I’ll show you where she is. Your name hun?” Ms. Yvette looked back and Dieter scratched the back of his head, he figured things would be fine. Meeting her mom was a little weird, but it was her brother’s wedding, he’d been hoping Maya would be with him when he met her but it didn’t appear bad yet. Dieter and Yvette rode the elevator to the eighth floor where the fittings had still been taking place.

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What would have happened if Ashley had been transporter to the bayvers insted of prime?

...

You know Optimus's slow descent from hopeful leader, to violent road rager, to bitter mid-life divorcee? Yeah, Ashlyn went through that within the first half hour of realizing what universe she was in.

She's graduated into the wine aunt stage of giving a shit. Afternoons are dedicated to posting "visions" of the future and dragging every character she can still remember online. Girl is listening to a Beethoven remix as she graffiti's the world and Cybetronians that think they're subtle in their vehicle modes.

Both, Optimus and Megatron are a bit more clued into her importance, so the treasure hunt IS ON for the chaotic organic, poor Sam being taken along for the ride (or accidental hijacking- she's not sorry).

Ashlyn is Agent Simmons's nemesis. There is a wall covered in blurry photos, red string, and thumbtacks within Sector Seven and the man is even worse than JA332 with the conspiracy theories. He has no idea the human cryptid and online seer are the same people.

Soundwave knows and is in so much pain. He refuses to come down to earth on principle.

"There's gotta be a connection- there has to be one! Selling alien scrap to a wannabe inventor in Texas, spray painting an unregistered police car, and publically threatening the CEO of Hotchkiss Gould Investments in his own damn lobby! What's next? Knocking on the Hoover Dam?!?!?" "Sir your mother's calling. Apparently, someone put in a delivery order for you at her deli... it's for this address." "Dammit" "Also that blog you've been following updated again. They're saying there's an English Lord with an alien robot butler, and they're part of a secret society that has been observing these aliens for generations. And a bee fought the Nazis." "They're hiding their genius with insanity."

Thank you for reading!