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cyb3rthoughts · 1 month ago

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A Slight Change of Pace Ch. 4

Synopsis- After an electric match, things heat up between y/n and Jeff. But some outside inference, and boiling jealousy make things harder than they should be.

Warning- 18+ steamy steamy make out sesh 🔥👀, language, angst

Word count- 4.k

A/n- aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!! This took me entirely too long to write. Hope y’all enjoy ch 5 coming sooooon ✨🫡

The Hardyz music continues to fill the stadium, as Jeff and I linger around the ring. We make our way around high-fiving everyone we can around the barricades. I was having the best time, going around seeing every fan feel the same excitement I feel inside.

After probably overstaying our welcome on the floor. We run full speed back into gorilla just like every other night.

Except this time it felt different. Both of our energies were palpable.

Excitement, adrenaline, tension.

So thick you could cut it with a knife. It exudes off my body like a white light. I look over. He seems like he has the same feeling over - rushed and buzzing.

So much so that I’m hardly able to respond to anyone backstage before his hand is on my shoulder guiding me elsewhere.

I scrunch my eyebrows at him curiously, his face giving me no hints at all.

He didn’t have a harsh grip, his touch was soft. It didn’t take him long to realize he didn’t have to force me to go with him anywhere.

No matter what, how mad I am, confused, whatever. I still seem to follow him wherever he demands.

For that I can’t explain.

Just like earlier this evening he led us further and further into the depths backstage. Since the show was nearing the end, people were running around left and right. Everyone, looking like chickens with their heads cut off. They were either gathering cords, or moving heavy equipment around.

Suddenly he grabbed my hand, yanking me into a short corridor that looked vacant for the time being.

What is with this guy and forcing me into the shadows?

Catching me completely off guard, which he seems to revel in. He abruptly pushes me against the wall, using the momentum of his pull. His lips instantly attaching to mine, basically giving me whiplash.

I’m taken a back at his advances, but without hesitation I kiss him back. Another thing I couldn’t explain.

All I know is I really enjoyed the last few “make outs” we’ve had.

One hand snaked to the back of my neck, tangling his fingertips into my hair. The other slowly moved from my waist, lower onto my hips. Then down my thigh, as I hooked it up onto the side of his leg.

Almost, subconsciously I wrapped my leg further around his. Causing his knee to bend forward.

I swallowed a gasp at the feeling, as he bit at the underside of my jaw. His movements fast, both of our breaths getting heavier and heavier, in the same rhythm as mine.

“This…” I breathily whisper

“Is not.. very professional.” I finished speaking just before his lips almost returned to mine.

He smirks, stopping himself before it went too far, dropping his forehead to mine, chest heaving. Both of us were sticky with a light coat of sweat from the match. “You’re right.” His nose grazed mine, lips almost falling right back to where it felt like they belonged. That overwhelming tension growing by the millisecond.

Then out of nowhere, he grabbed my hand once more, his urgency growing. He forced me to walk in front of him this time.

…. For obvious reasons.

His bulge pressed against my lower back with every step. Which he definitely seemed to be doing on purpose.

At the pace we were walking now. It was almost impossible to think about anything other than his close proximity. I had no time to contemplate that this could possibly be a bad idea.

Nor did I want to.

Nonetheless his hands found themselves glued to my hips once again. This time his grip was sure to leave marks behind.

We moved quickly, darting around random carts, and miscellaneous items that lingered around. Or the occasional backstage worker that luckily paid us no mind.

“Left here.” He spoke, deep, slowly into my ear from behind.

I turned the corner, wondering where everyone was. There were a few random people scattered, but no one I really recognized. After a second and the sudden sound of the crowd roaring I remembered.

Tonight, must be right about now, there’s a dark match between Kurt Angle, and Chris Jericho. It’s not televised, so who knows how long they’ll go on for. Guess that explains the almost ghost town.

“One more left.” He spoke again interrupting my thoughts. He gave me chills every time he spoke. My heart racing out of my chest.

All of the sudden we approach the vehicle bay where all of the trucks and suvs drive in. Everything was concrete slab and slate gray, completely industrial.

I notice a side door underneath the glowing red exit sign. It was next to the few huge garage sliding doors in the middle of the wall.

Where in the world is he taking me?

“Let’s go this way.” He gestures towards it. Pushing the door open just in time to escape any sight.

There’s rows and rows of huge, semi trucks in front of us. The company’s logos plastered all across each one.

Suddenly I’m startled by the scuff of footsteps stopping us dead in our tracks. A hushed “Shh” coming from Jeff sending a shiver down my spine.

We wait for a minute, now crouched down a bit to disguise ourselves with the shadows. There were muffled voices, through layers and layers of the massive vehicles. But for some reason they turned back around just before they got any closer. Lucky enough for us.

My heart had jolted for a moment, adrenaline coursing through my veins, like an electrical current.

Already he’s back to pushing me forward. “Wait where are we going?” I giggle snapping back into the situation at hand. I try to look back at him as we continue to stumble through the barely lit darkness.

He doesn’t say anything, when he sneaks back in front of me now walking backwards.

He grabs both my hands, slowing down his pace. He jerks his head to the side, as we slip in between two of the huge trucks. Shielding us from anything or anyone.

His eyes were dark, mine were probably wider than these 18 wheelers headlights.

I tried not to feel bashful at his intense,

unwavering stare, but it was difficult.

His eyebrows rose slightly, like he was just trying to gauge my expression.

I try to act more chilled out than I felt, leaning back against the cold metal of the truck. I wince barely as it touches my skin. It’s the only thing reminding me it’s almost below freezing out here.

He slowly walked closer, hovering over me at an extremely close proximity. While I let my head softly drop back against the steel.

His hand landed to the side of my neck again, softly forcing my head to the side, while his thumb ran over my jaw.

The pad of it slowly moving, landing on my bottom lip. He pulled it down, letting it go quickly, with a quiet “pop”. His other arm stretched above me, pressing his hand against the truck for support.

Just moments ago he was moving in fast forward, now it’s all slowmo.

Whether it was the background noises of distant workers. Or the quiet heav of our breathing. Neither could distract from the unspoken words between us.

It’s driving me insane.

Looking up at him I can’t help but laugh involuntarily. Simultaneously remembering I needed to stay quiet, I cover my mouth, to block any noise coming out.

“What?” He smiled down at me.

“Well… what makes this any less unprofessional?” I tease, wondering what the difference in scenery made.

A chuckle escaped his mouth. He dipped down now, placing a sweet peck to my lips.

“I just wanted to practice, s’more” he almost whined, deepening the next kiss, tongue swiping my bottom lip. “You didn’t take me up on my offer before.” He continued, really giving no reason at all. But it was enough for me at this moment, in my unclear, head rushed state.

Without any hesitation, he hoists me up, pinning me against the freezing metal. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

“I guess that makes sense.” I whisper while playing along with his nonsense.

“Our characters should be at least a little convincing.” I smile sarcastically justifying our behavior. His tongue, now commanding my mouth with each kiss in between words.

He then moved, burying his head back in the crook of my neck. I can feel the rumble of his slight laughter against my chest.

I let out another breathy laugh while peering up. I was greeted with the dark blue, starry sky above, reminding me where I was. Almost snapping me back into reality.

Almost.

Then my thoughts are immediately cut off by the pressure of his hips. His lips on my neck, at the same time, leaving the slowest, most methodical kisses in their wake.

My hands slid up underneath his shirt, harshly raking my fingernails down his shoulder blades. He groaned in response, as our hips started to subconsciously rock against each other, slowly.

A moan slipped out of my mouth louder than I intended. I almost jumped, startling myself at how lost I was in the moment.

He peppers his kisses up my neck again, over my chin speaking through each peck.

“gotta be quiet babydoll.” He smiled through his mumbles.

This time, leaving another kiss to my bottom lip. The nickname sending shocks through my system.

One hand stayed splayed across my ass, holding me up. While the other made its way in between the both of us. He reached for the top of my shorts, only needing his thumb and forefinger to undo the button. Never letting our lips break contact he starts to slide his hand inside my undone ring gear.

I moan again, into his mouth this time. Anticipation hitting me like a ton of bricks. When his fingers just barely ghost over my underwear. His forehead landed back to mine again, leaning against me like some sort of anchor.. “I know it’s difficult, sweetheart, you’re doing so good. hardly making a noise...” He whispers through his thick accent

He starts to shift the fabric to the side. Just when his first and middle finger start to move in closer.

Without warning I feel a harsh buzzing beneath me.

Followed by, an even louder engine roar. Halting all action, I jump instantly realizing.

Oh shit

“Shit we gotta go.” It’s almost like he can hear me think. He immediately lets me down slowly. His hand landing back in mine once more. I look back, assuming there’s no way we escaped sight this time.

But I turned back quickly, to catch a glimpse, and somehow, some way the guy didn’t spot us. He seemed to be minding his business, just getting ready to start his long haul. He was already walking back in the opposite direction we were heading. Thank god.

We scurry to the back of the truck. Jeff’s looking around almost in a calm frantic if that’s even possible. His head flinging left, right, left, right. I guess he didn't see the guy behind us, so I took the opportunity to dart my head back. He wasn't there anymore, hopefully he isn’t coming around the front.

I contemplate for a second if it’s really that big of a deal if someone sees us. But then I remembered yes. Kissing in secret places off screen has definitely got to be frowned upon.

I know neither of us would want something like that to get back to the big bosses.

It’s dead silent now so I assume now is the opportunity to make our move.

“What if you walk in… I’ll wait a minute or so, then… I’ll just walk in?” I ask matter of factly. It’s cliche, it’s not sly, or very smart at all.

But that's all I got.

I shrug at his look. It’s a mix between humor and wonder, that I really thought It’d work. He chucked, shaking his head, shrugging back at me.

He let go of my hand. “Guess it’ll have to do.” He said rolling his shoulders back, and holding his head up high. He walked in with so much confidence no one would ever question what he was doing. Maybe if I do the same it’ll be so obvious no one even notices.

One can hope.

I watch him from afar, I see him walk up to the door, there’s another guy right next to it that looks to be taking a smoke break. He nodded to him like they knew either other. Which didn’t shock me. Then the man actually swung the door open for him. He vanished through the walkway.

Simple as that.

I waited a minute, maybe two and a half, I was anxious and it felt like an eternity. But without fail, I roll my shoulders back, head held high, and try to bounce with confidence.

Boisterously, I strut over, channeling the part of me that’s not over taken with thoughts of kissing Jeff Hardy again.

Ugh.

I make it to the door, the same guy still standing there. A haze of smoke clouding the air. He blew out another puff as I approached. “You with him?” He said, gesturing his thumb towards the inside.

I pressed my lips together in a harsh line, clasping my hands together in front of me. I shook my head no, in probably the least convincing way I could.

He leaned back in his fold out steel chair, squinting his eyes at me. I didn’t speak hoping he’d just ignore that I was ever here.

We look at each other for a minute, and finally he forces himself up. Groaning, and grunting as he pulls the door open for me.

“Thank you.”

I slid through the door and found myself back inside, pace quickening with each step.

“Ooof” I let out a quick exhale. Looking around to see if anyone was around.

Also wondering if I would see Jeff again tonight. Or if he’d be waiting for me.

I hate that I just want more of whatever that was.

I wander around, really just hoping to find myself back in the vicinity of the women’s locker room. All that running around, and I didn’t even retain where anything is back here.

Not being able to help myself, while I searched for the room. I caught myself looking back at any passing body, or any movement I saw. Wondering if that was him.

It wasn’t. It was like he truly disappeared.

Finally I end up in the deserted locker room. Which is good enough for me, I’d rather not answer any questions about where I was.

I don’t even think I know where I was.

Seriously I mean where did all that come from? He was like a completely different person.

Working as fast as I could, so I can hightail it out of here. I hurry to shower, put my clothes on, and get the rest of my things together.

Just when I start walking out I hear my phone beep. Sliding it out of my pocket, I flip it open.

“Me and the guys are riding together to the hotel, wanna come with?” - Lita

I read the tiny letters on the screen, instantly scrunching my face. Oh this’ll be fun, not even a little awkward at all.

Even so, I have to try to act normal. Right?

“Count me in! I’ll meet you.”

“Cool, we’re by the vehicle bay.”

I roll my eyes at the coincidence. At least I know where that is.

While I’m making my way, up walks Edge, now dressed in jeans in a tshirt. I didn't realize, I’d never seen him in normal clothes until now.

“Hey hot stuff you were on fire out there! I haven’t heard screams like that in a while.” He said as he approached.

“Can I carry that for you?” He interjects not even letting me respond, as he’s already taking it off my shoulder. Now walking with me.

“Thanks, I mean you were awesome too, you two really did the heavy lifting.” I say almost feeling coy at his compliments.

“I’m the accessory.” I add on smiling, giving a little jazz hands. I didn’t mean it in a self depreciating way, it just is the way of the business a lot of the time. Most of us divas have to figure that out at some time or another.

He looked, almost disappointed at my words.

“Well I had a blast, that was a really great match.” He added. While we walk for a minute or two in a semi comfortable silence. But I keep seeing him look over me, and then back in front of him. I don’t know if he had something he wanted to say, and didn’t know how. Or if he just didn’t have any clue what to say at all.

I notice the directions on the walls informing me we’re finally nearing the garage area. When we get closer, I see my three partners waiting for me. Right by the small side door, I had earlier become familiar with.

Before I get any closer Edge stops me, placing a hand tightly on my shoulder. Still holding my duffel bag in his other.

He towers over me, looking deep into my eyes, with his large ones.

“You aren’t an accessory y/n, you’re a damn champion.” His hand then went to the top of my head. Fluffing my hair, under his palm. It was as cheesy as cheesy could be. But for some reason he’s just so charming, it didn’t even come across corny.

“You’ll see.” His encouragement was beyond sweet and much appreciated. But when he leaned in leaving a quick kiss on top of my head. I could feel those eyes, burning right through me, from across the room.

He dropped the bag into my hand with a smile. “See ya around.” He whispered

“Bye.” I felt like I fell under a spell for a quick second. His gaze enchanting me into gawking like an idiot. When I knew my friends were waiting for me right there.

When’s he’s waiting right there.

“Hey! I’m not standing here all night.” I hear from across the way and of course I see an annoyed Jeff throwing his hands in the air.

“Dammit gotta go! I’ll see you ok?” I start running towards the group, giving him another wave.

His movie star smile, stuck to his face as he waved back.

“Ooooooo y/n and Edge, has a good ring to it.” Lita jokes as I approach.

“Sorry! Sorry- what? no- shut up!” I nervously laugh, catching Jeff’s glare in passing.

“He was just being nice.” I brush off her comment and bouncing eyebrows.

“Let’s go!” I huff, changing the topic, as I direct us out.

I walk fast trying to stay away from Jeff for the time being. Nothing good comes from those looks.

Hopefully he’ll sit shotgun….

And of course he doesn’t, we reach the black Escalade, all sliding in. I find out Matt’s driving so naturally Lita gets comfortable in the passenger seat.

I plop in after we all toss our bags in the back. He follows suit right after, brows furrowed tightly. His snot annoyance, or irritation or whatever is beyond obvious. If he kept that expression on his face it might just get stuck that way.

He looked over at me as he got situated. It seemed like he was trying to decide if he wanted to chew me out or not. Before he got the chance, and before we even drove off. Lita from the seat in front of me, flips around, turning to now directly face me.

“So what did you two talk about?” She asks, with a giddy smile.

“Uhh” I’m unsure how to respond, I look over darting my eyes from his gaze right after. He seemed like he trying to listen intently to what I was gonna say.

“Nothing much. Just about the match, told him how great you both did.” I gesture to him on my left. My unease probably more apparent than I meant.

He rolled his eyes after his scoff under his breath. Giving me a taste of my own medicine.

The sudden change in mood takes up every corner of the car. Of course Lita and Matt don’t know any difference. This is his usual assholery. But going from who he was just a little while ago, to now. It’s night and day.

The rest of the drive was filled with me and Lita joking around. We had moments of blaring music and then interrupting it to continue talking about how we want future matches to go. Or just random things that the guys really didn’t care about. Matt piped in occasionally, he and Lita had plenty of side conversations to themselves too.

To which would lead to me longingly looking at Jeff who mostly kept to him self the whole time. Every few minutes I’d look over as fast as I could , hoping he wouldn’t notice. Just to see if he was still being weird. Not to my surprise he was.

Unfortunately we have a long drive tonight, about 2 and half hours. Traffic was horrible and moving painstakingly slow. The red brake lights glowing off of his skin. It matched his aura perfectly right now. It made it even worse.

“Damnn we need gas.” Matt grumbled, hand slung over the steering wheel. We all groaned. The night was turning to morning and we had just now finally picked up speed. We all just wanted to get to the hotel and pass out for the night.

“Oh turn here!!” Lita screeched, being the only one with any energy left. She pointed toward the huge exit sign that read the station was only .05 miles away.

“Jesus woman!” He yelled back. “…. Good idea but say it calmer next time!” He placed a hand to his chest feigning a heart attack.

She busted out laughing, leaning over to him to place a kiss on his cheek. Caressing his arm over the center console.

I chuckle at their banter. And for a split second I wonder if Jeff and I would ever be like that. Immediately I yank myself out of that fantasy, when I see the grimace still very present on his face.

Finally after a moment, we fly up under the bright fluorescent lights of the gas station awning. Matt and Lita both jump out just as we park. Matt goes to start the gas pump, while Lita leans into my now rolled down window.

“Need anything?” She questions poking her head in the window.

“Nope! I’m good” I respond quickly.

“Nah.” Was all he said. She nodded her head, and then took off inside with Matt.

Surprisingly, Jeff didn’t leap out of the car like I assumed he would’ve. But he did stay silent, clicking the tiny buttons on his cellphone in front of him.

I cleared my throat, not loud enough for him to know It was to get his attention. But I hoped it would’ve.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat to face him. My mind is running with thoughts, confusion, and genuine curiosity. Why is he so mad? Is this him trying to tell me he’s jealous. If it was, why is he right back to normal now? Normal as in a dick. The questions weighing on my mind get heavier and heavier.

“Listen” I start.

He barely looks at me, just moving his eyes to his peripheral.

“I wasn’t like…” I start again trying to figure out what to even say.

“I wasn’t flirting with him. He just came up to me and took my bag, and I don’t even know where that kiss came from-“

“No worries.” He cuts off my rambling, now actually giving me the decency of acting like he’s listening.

“Huh?” I questioned

“I mean it’s all good.” He smugly half chuckled, acting completely unfazed.

“We were just having fun anyways.” He says, reaching down to throw a piece of gum in his mouth. Which he was now chewing obnoxiously loud. “Right?” He smirked

Instantly I felt like I heard a glass shatter, or maybe it was my heart. He really played me for a fool, didn’t he? I know who he is so I can’t be surprised. But damn.

That hurt.

“Right.”

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nonhumanresources · 1 year ago

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Late Night Snack

A while back I drew a dragonair who lives inside of a slushie machine. I loved the idea and eventually ended up with Ryuukah, a slime dragonair made entirely out of some kind of sugary candy sludge. Here's their backstory, alongside their friend Bailey!

This one is a personal favorite of mine. I think I did a good job getting down personalities and making them properly serious while still keeping the topic the absolute opposite of that. I had been doing mostly story-related TF at the time and I decided to indulge in some utterly ridiculous and excessively detailed transformation scenes because I am normal about certain topics. So, fair warning that it's dumb, but that's where I thrive, so it also happens to be some of my better writing.

Summary: Two urban explorers find out the hard way why you should not break into an abandoned Sinclair and drink strange glowing liquids.

What to expect: TF and TG (female to nonbinary). Lots of slime, goofy conversations between deeply unserious friends, and a little bit of crime.

Length: 7.9k words.

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Rika leaned against the gas pump, lips parted in a grimace, chewing on a toothpick. Her expression spoke of hard times. The creases in her face were deep canyons across its desert expanse, a simulacrum of the dusty ground she called home, cast in the harsh orange light of sunset. Her blonde hair was streaked with grime and pulled back against the nape of her neck. She spun the handle of the pump around a finger, flicked open the lid of her Chevy’s tank, and jabbed in it.

The artistic illusion was only somewhat ruined by the pump nozzle dropping straight to the asphalt with a loud crack and the fact that the only thing that came out was dust and several spiders rather than gasoline. Not to mention that ‘sunset’ was just street lamps out by the road. Bailey raised an eyebrow at her, arms folded and foot tapping.

“Done with playtime?” she asked.

Rika gestured at the nozzle. “Clearly you weren’t imagining hard enough.”

“I thought we were here to trespass.”

“I’m here because my family has fallen on hard times during the Dust Bowl, and with my husband dead, I’m the only one supporting them. I’m filling the tank with the last of my money. I’ll have to pawn my mother’s ring to afford tonight’s dinner.” The orange light of fluorescent bulbs reflected off of Rika’s hand as she held it up, showing off a simple yet elegant diamond ring on one hand (that was really just a small band of polished stone).

“Funny, I could have sworn that you were a scrappy young woman making her way in the big city for the first time, coated in grime from a hard day’s work on the farm and ready to protest.” Bailey waved her hands about, gesturing at, presumably, all the new-fangled high rises being put up by the day. What a strange time to live in, she seemed to say.

Rika smacked her forehead. “So THAT’S why!”

“Why what?”

Rika pushed off of the gas pump, the old plastic labels stuck to it crumbling beneath her touch, faded Sinclair green smearing on her trashy hoodie. “Why the pump fell, obviously. 30s Chevys have the tank inlet in a COMPLETELY different position than 50s models,” she explained, brushing past Bailey. “Hey, I thought we were here to vandalize stuff. What are you doing standing around?”

There's your sneak peek! Rest of the story under the cut. If you prefer to read it on Google Docs, you can do that right here. As always comments, questions, and thoughts are always welcome! If people want it maybe I'll go add some author's commentary to the doc. Thanks for reading!

“Debating whether a crowbar or a Snickers would shut you up faster,” she replied, aiming an open-handed whack at Rika’s head. She ducked it, barely, and grabbed Bailey’s arm, pulling her towards the skeleton of the 6-Ten convenience store attached to the old gas station. Her friend let herself get pulled along, laughing.

Gods above, Rika missed this. It had been AGES since they’d found a good dive. It was like no one went out of business these days, which was frankly just unfair. What were all the enterprising urban explorers supposed to do without abandoned places? She was positively wasting away. Fortunately, Bailey’s eagle eyes had saved the day once again, and within a few hours they were scouting out the abandoned Sinclair. It wasn’t really that old—two, three decades at most—but it appeared almost untouched, which was a rare commodity. This was just the thing they needed to get back into gear.

Rika and Bailey walked around to the back of the defunct convenience store, out of the dim orange light and into the darkness. They stepped up to an old employees only door, boarded up and spray painted over with dozens of tags. As one, they each pulled a crowbar out of their backpacks and swung it in front of the other, swapping them over to the other person. It was a ritual they’d come up with as kids and never quite dropped, despite all the other myriad handshakes and secret codes that had since fallen to the wayside.

They worked in tandem, prying at the rusted nails until they snapped. Rika caught the first board when it popped off the door and set it on the ground carefully. Her clothes were quickly covered with splinters, but that was the reason for the old hoodie and torn jeans. Better to toss it in the garbage somewhere than go home looking like a cactus and have to pick all the splinters out later. She removed a particularly nasty chunk of wood from the crook of her elbow and stood back up, digging her crowbar into the next piece of wood, letting Bailey catch the next one. A few of the planks splintered into bits as soon as it made contact. How have these not disintegrated by now? Rika wondered, stacking the pieces into a neat pile. She laid each one down slowly, making sure to be as quiet as possible. You never knew who would be out and about at this hour. Of course, the sounds of nails tearing out of wood were already quite loud, but there was no need to make even more noise.

Bailey popped the last plank off into Rika’s waiting arms. She set down her crowbar and tried the door. It was locked, of course, and she bent down to inspect the handle.

“Think it’s too rusted out for a pick?” she mused, pulling a penlight from her pocket and shining it into the small lock.

“Only one way to find out,” Rika said, reaching into her backpack once more. This time she pulled out a small plastic case. Inside was a set of lockpicks of various sizes and shapes. She grabbed two with clearly worn handles and snapped it shut, kneeling in front of the door and getting to work. Lockpicking wasn’t too hard, once you knew the theory; a set of pins kept the chamber from rotating, and your job was to get those pins to stick in their proper places. A torsion wrench kept them steady while a pick pushed them up and down, looking for that signature click. Simple in theory, less so in practice. Bailey waited with her back against the wall, keeping her eyes peeled for figures in the dark.

This was what it was all about. A set of eyes watching the road, another focused on a lock. The constant threat of discovery sending a delicious chill down your spine. Deft hands working their magic. How had they gone so long without this? Rika relished it. They’d used to go urbexing all the time, a few years back. Sewers, tunnels, abandoned lots, construction sites, you name it, they’d searched it. Most weren’t strictly illegal, though cops tended to ignore that detail. Rika had learned to be careful, and despite the year or two without a jaunt in the dark, she hadn’t lost that skill.

She didn’t really know why they’d stopped. It had been a few months before either one realized just how long it had been without an outing. There were only so many old houses one could break into before the magic wore off somewhat. Maybe that was it—too many trips all at once, and they’d just gotten tired.

“You know, I think about how we got here sometimes,” she commented, glancing up at Bailey. Her friend raised an eyebrow at her.

“The road?” she said dryly.

“Not physically here,” Rika went on. “You know. Here. Doing this.”

“If you wanted to second guess breaking and entering—”

“Stealing the Queen’s diamonds.”

Bailey groaned. Rika grinned as her wrench suddenly twisted, the lock choking out specks of rust as it spun.

“You first, Miss Bond!” she declared, pushing herself up to her feet.

“I’ll leave a tiara for you to grab,” Bailey said, rolling her eyes. “You’re lucky I put up with your imagination, Lady Spy. Otherwise I’d leave you to the Royal Guard.” She tried to elbow Rika as she pulled the door open, the rusty hinges protesting.

“I’d just come back for the sequel,” Rika declared, deftly avoiding the blow once more. Bailey shook her head and flicked on a much larger flashlight, slipping into the convenience store. Rika stowed her tools and grabbed her own, following.

The inside of the 6 Ten Quick Stop was, predictably, dilapidated. They’d entered into an employee lounge. Several hard-backed chairs and tables were scattered across the floor haphazardly, a few lockers sitting against one wall alongside a desk. Rika and Bailey quickly sifted through the few drawers built into it, searching for keys in case there were other locked doors, but the desk was cleaned out save for some paper clips and old balls of lint. A thankfully open door opposite to the exit led to a short hallway. There were bathrooms set across from the lounge, with the rest of the building down to the right. After opening a few lockers and finding nothing of note, they moved out into the hallway and into the convenience store itself.

Shelves of assorted junk food, auto supplies, and random knick-knacks ran through the store’s center, with broken fridges and freezers along one side. The back wall held outdated soda fountains and coffee dispensers. Lights and panels hung from the ceiling like guts dangling from the chest of an enormous beast. Rika and Bailey stepped out of the hallway, avoiding the debris that covered the floor. It was a mix of animal droppings, trash, and glass shards, something seen in most places like this.

“Look at this stuff,” Rika commented, walking down an aisle. “This place really is old. I haven’t seen some of this candy since I was a kid.” Many of the plastic packages were still hanging up on hooks, though many had been knocked down by time and rats. She picked up a packet of Yogos, which had long since melted into a solid lump at the bottom of the bag.

Bailey snorted from an aisle over. “I think putting this many bubble letters on anything should be a crime.”

Rika laughed, replacing the Yogos and moving on. Many of the brands she recognized, still robed in their turn of the modern century garb, jarring fonts set against faded neon colors. Most of it was candy and junk food, of course. This place was a sugary time capsule. She gave the shelves of automobile oil a wide berth—the plastic cans had long since developed holes, leaving a noxious stain on the floor. The freezers had suffered a similar fate, calcified stalactites hanging from the bottom of the doors.

Despite being nearly untouched, there were still signs of life. Some of the glass fronts on the fridges were shattered, especially those that used to hold alcohol. Those bottles were either gone or scattered across the floor. Bailey moved up behind the counter and reported that the cash register was broken and empty, most of the drawers ransacked. It was all typical miscreant behavior; the only abnormal detail was the lack of destruction. It seemed only a few people had set foot in here during the entirety of its abandonment. One or two windows had rings of glass on the tile below them, boards covering the holes left behind. Had no one else bothered to try and get in save those initial few? This wasn’t a busy place; maybe there just weren’t enough people around to care.

Rika stopped her scan of the store, brows furrowed. She turned her light back on the ground. There, a trail of wrappers brushed to the sides led out of her aisle, towards the back of the small building. It wouldn't have caught her attention, save for one fact: each and every one was blue.

She followed it, stepping carefully around a puddle of what looked like old cheese dip. Had one of the previous explorers had a fondness for a particular flavor profile? Why bother opening up this much old junk food? It couldn’t have all been edible, unless this was an especially old trail. The wrappers piled up against a counter on the back wall, and she raised her light up, looking for an explanation. There was even more plastic covering the counter, all surrounding an ancient slushie machine. A slushie machine that glowed.

Rika nearly dropped her light in shock. She strode forwards, plastic crinkling underfoot. The glow was faint enough that their bright flashlights had masked it, and she had to aim her light away to properly see it. How did the thing still have power? Surely nothing in here had worked in years. But… no, the glow wasn’t coming from the usual lights hidden behind the plastic casing, it was coming from inside the tank itself. The slushie machine wasn’t anything special: rollers stained from years of use and subsequent disuse, plastic grimy, the paint flaking away. For some reason, though, it seemed to contain a pool of… something. It looked like some sort of mush, deep blue in color. It oozed out the nozzle, staining the tray beneath it. It was this strange ooze that was glowing, not the machine itself. The light was a soft blue, glimmering like some sort of strange bioluminescence.

The sludge wasn’t perfectly smooth—it was full of bumps and ripples. Was that the fate of all the candy wrappers she’d seen? It was like someone had melted just about every piece of blue candy in the convenience store together inside the machine and tried to use it as a mixer. The result was a sort of lumpy mass of oozing sugar paste that was an incredibly vibrant blue. It was like an experiment gone wrong. Regardless of its strange, messed up origins, she still didn’t understand the glowing. Plus, it didn’t have a speck of mold on it, something that should have consumed this mess long ago.

“Hey Bailey, come look at this,” Rika called. Setting her flashlight down on the counter so it could illuminate both the machine and the surrounding area, she fished around in the storage cupboard underneath it, pulling out a package of paper cups. Prying the lid off the slushie machine, she reached in and scooped up a bit of the sludge. Instead of a hard surface, it had a consistency like extra thick syrup, and she easily managed to gather a bit of goop in the cup.

“What is that?” Bailey asked with disgust as she walked up to Rika. “You cooking up mad science back here?”

“No clue,” Rika responded. “It was here already. Wanna try some?” She proffered the cup to Bailey.

“Are you joking?” she spat. “Leave that stuff alone, it’ll probably kill you.”

Rika grinned. She’d seen the wrappers of just about everything that had gone into the slushie machine—all of it was proudly nontoxic and full of preservatives. All of it that she knew of, at least; it could very well be full of rat poison. It could have even been a poor attempt at sugared moonshine, for all she knew. She somehow doubted it, though. Anyone who bothered to open up that much candy was clearly looking to eat something strange. “Come on,” she prodded. “It’s the Fountain of Youth! You could be young forever, free to break into buildings for the rest of time!”

“If that’s the Fountain of Youth, I choose growing old.” Bailey crossed her arms. “C’mon, you did your food handlers permit. We both know that stuff has been out for way too long to be safe.”

Rika shrugged. “Suit yourself. I’m living forever.”

Then, she tossed the cup back and downed the glowing sludge.

She knew it was a bad idea. Clearly the stuff was long since bad, if it was somehow giving off light. However, with the emotional high of getting back out into the dust and debris of a new expedition, she was already feeling a little reckless, and so she couldn’t resist her absolute favorite pastime: messing with Bailey.

The scream Rika got from her made it all worth it.

The sludge itself was an intense, sugary slap to the face. She coughed, surprised. She’d braced herself for something rancid and rotting, but the sheer force of artificial sugar was nearly as bad. It was the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted in a way that wasn’t necessarily pleasant. She coughed, spitting it back into the cup, but it clung to her teeth and tongue. She had to swallow a few clinging strands.

Bailey was swinging her flashlight, yelling. “I can’t BELIEVE you’d be such an IDIOT! Do you even KNOW—” she ranted, grabbing a plastic water bottle out of her pack and tossing it at Rika viciously. Rika was only half listening. She fumbled the catch and the bottle smacked into her shoulder, bouncing across the ground. She snatched it up and twisted the top off, dumping water into her mouth and swishing it around. The cup had been dropped to the floor, abandoned. She spat water and slime onto the old tile, laughing. That only seemed to make Bailey more furious.

“I am NOT paying for your stomach pump this time. Got it?” She fumed, accusing finger jabbed in Rika’s direction.

“Fine, fine, I get it!” Rika relented, raising her hands in defeat. “Hospital bill is on me, if I even need one. Besides, you should have seen the look on your face, dude. That’s worth any bill.”

Bailey actually growled at her. “Only you, Rika. Only you.” She folded her arms, the simmering rage cooling off somewhat. Throwing something at Rika had probably helped, even if it was ostensibly to assist her. “You’ve got garbage smeared all over your mouth. Wipe that shit off before it eats through your grin, god only knows how bad it is for your teeth.”

Rika swiped her hoodie sleeve across her mouth, making sure to avoid the splinters in it. Bailey was right; she’d rubbed off a big glob of the stuff, making her sleeve glow blue. Her mouth was tingling slightly—probably the sugar giving her a whole spate of cavities. The sensation made her nose itch. She ran her tongue along her teeth, trying to dislodge any other bits of the weird glop, but something about her tongue felt off. It was like it had never properly felt her teeth before, and she shivered, pressing it against them to try and force the feeling away.

“Not much else here,” Bailey sighed. “I’m ready to beat it when you are.”

Rika nodded absently. She opened her mouth to say something, but the itch in her nose stopped her. She sniffed, rubbing it, but the sensation refused to eb. It built up more and more, the mint-like tingling in her mouth making it worse. She scrunched up her face, knowing where the feeling was heading. Indeed, it built to a crescendo in her sinuses, and she hunched forwards with a powerful ACHOO! The sneeze was dizzying in its intensity, feeling almost as if she’d launch her nose straight off her face. No time to cover it with an elbow; both hands flew to catch it, but they slapped against something round and flat instead of the familiar, irregular curves of her face. It still felt like her nose and mouth, but they were swollen, misshapen. When she tried to pull them back, they seemed suctioned in place on her face, disconnecting with a small sucking noise. They were coated in the blue goop, clearly visible in the light of her flashlight, and strands of it stretched between them and her face.

“If this is another prank, I swear…” Bailey snarled, seeing the sludge in her hands, but the sight of Rika’s face made her peter off. Rika pretended to be an actor, with all her made up stories, but she hardly ever used actual props. Whatever had happened, it was enough to stop Bailey in her tracks, hand unconsciously reaching up to feel at her own face in shock.

Looking around, Rika tried to find any sort of reflective surface. Her head swung heavily, its very momentum somehow altered with extra weight. Her eyes landed on the dark windows on the opposite side of the store—the light of the flashlight left them impossible to see through, useful only as mirrors in the dark. Even in their layers of grime, she could tell that something was very, very wrong.

Rika had a bright blue snout.

It was quite large, taking up most of her face where her mouth and nose had previously been. The snout was squarish and rounded at the edges, slitted nostrils set on the front. The snout was slightly parted in shock. Its wide and blunt shape was most definitely reptilian. It reminded her of a ball python—a friend kept one as a pet, and she’d held it a few times. She tentatively wiped a finger across it, leaving a small divot where it disturbed the soft surface. She could feel the finger as it passed across the surface, sinking into it. It wasn’t only bright in color—it actually glowed, like the sludge in the slushie machine.

“Wha…?” she tried to say. Before she could pronounce the ‘t,’ her tongue unfurled from the snout like a ribbon, drooping a few inches below her besnouted chin. It too was enveloped in a cerulean glow, and the end was now forked, like that of a snake. In her distant reflection, she could barely make it out. Bailey stumbled back, away from Rika, falling against one of the shelves of junk food.

“What the hell is happening to your face?” she yelled. Rika could only shake her head in response; she couldn’t actually figure out how to get her tongue back into her mouth in order to talk. It just… wiggled, instead of doing what she told it. The whole snout felt strange to operate. It was like operating a long pair of tongs. She worked her face, snout twisting, hissing on accident as she managed to pull her tongue back inside and clamp her jaws shut. Her tongue and her snout. It wasn’t some strange thing that had attached itself to her face—her face had taken on an entirely new shape, now.

That same tingling she’d felt in her mouth began to spread. She could feel her throat and stomach as if they’d been outlined in an x-ray, the strange sensation covering them like she’d swallowed menthol. It burned across her hands where they were slathered in blue slime.

Uh oh.

Rika doubled over, holding her stomach, eyes watering. She tried to wipe the goop off, but no matter how hard she tried, it just seemed to smear across her clothes and leave them with a blue layer. She hissed again, still flexing her snout, trying to get it to do what she wanted. Bailey hovered nearby, face pale. She was finally able to squeeze out a few words through the snout.

“Just… go get some paper towels!” Rika gasped, tongue flopping out again unbidden. Bailey nodded and darted towards the hallway and the bathrooms beyond. There probably wouldn’t be anything useful; Rika didn’t really care at the moment. Her stomach felt like a cold bonfire had been lit inside of it, icy flames licking the sides, sending chills through her body. It didn’t necessarily hurt, but it was nonetheless incapacitating.

Rika lowered herself to the floor, back against the wrapper-covered counter. The icy feeling had her whole body shivering, now, her snout locked into a grimace. Her fingers and toes clenched, both responding sluggishly. She tried to ignore the changes to her face, but the blue lump in the center of her vision made that impossible.

Some detached part of her mind pondered the situation. It revised her earlier assumption: perhaps eating glowing gunk she scraped out of a defunct machine in an abandoned gas station convenience store hadn’t been worth the prank.

Something felt off with her shoes. They were sturdy tennis shoes, well worn and comfortable. Rika pushed at the heel of one with the toes of her other foot, trying to slide it off, but she’d tied them tight—important for quietly sneaking about. You wanted shoes that wouldn’t slip from your feet like flip-flops. Unfortunately for her, that made them nigh impossible to shove off when you were wracked with goo-induced shakes. The discomfort quickly became pressure and pain, as if her sneakers were shrinking around her feet, compressing them from all sides. She winced, pressing them against the floor, trying to lessen the squeezing pain in any way she could. It built and built, nearly enough to make her cry out. Either her shoe had suddenly become five sizes too small, or—

Riiiiiiip-POP! A sudden sound brought blissful relief on one side. The top of her left sneaker was torn completely from the sole in an impressively loud display. She expected a regular, if squashed, foot to emerge, clad in her white and red socks. Instead, as the sole ripped free and bent out of the way, four round, blue toes emerged so fast that they ripped straight through her sock, its sorry remains stretched between them to maintain a tenuous grip. The rest of an enormous glowing paw followed after, nearly twice as wide as the shoes that had managed to contain it. The sole had to be almost as large as her whole face, bodying the remains of the shoe as it escaped its confines. It slapped wetly against the floor, pressed onto cool tiles. The toes were larger, sturdier, and her heel was stretched backwards, still hidden in the shredded shoe. It was clearly animalistic, built for movement. As it pressed against the ground, she could feel a thick pad swell up on the ball of her foot against the tiles, squishier than the bulk of the paw.

All that happened in one shocking instant. Rika yelped, kicking her other leg in shock, and an almost identical shoe-demolition ruined her other sneaker and released a second, equally gigantic paw. She could feel every crack and divot in the floor beneath them as she pushed herself backwards, as if to escape her own feet. Her legs felt strange. With her heel so far from the actual paw itself, they clearly didn’t fit the general structure.

Definitely not worth it, that ridiculously calm voice in her head said wryly.

The poor woman wasn’t given time to dwell on her utterly ruined shoes or the paws that had brought about said ruination. Another pain sprang up, this time in her lower spine. It made sitting nearly unbearable. She rolled over, hands detaching from around her stomach so that she could hold herself up on her elbows and knees. Her tailbone ached. She clasped her hands together and pressed her forehead against them, panting, her odd tongue slipping in and out, her snout nose nearly against the floor. A part of her noted that her hands were now rounder and larger—paws. Again. That must have happened while she was distracted by her shoes exploding.

She feared what this new pain might bring more than she felt the pain itself. If the last source of discomfort had utterly altered the anatomy of everything below the knee, what might happen with this one? Her paws pushed against the floor as her thighs and calves began to ache, similar to the start of a charlie horse. She lifted herself up off her knees, trying to straighten her spine, standing on the toes of her new paws. The angle was awkward with their shape, but she couldn’t bear to lower her rear again and put more pressure on her aching spine.

From her upside down position, between drips of goop from her snout, Rika could see her legs. Her torn jeans had been loose before; now, they were like tights, stretched against the skin. Instead of that skin, though, blue slime pressed through the threadbare holes on her knees. They were especially tight right at the top, her hips visibly straining against the fabric, outlined in near perfect detail from what she could see. That was made all the worse by a strange pressure centered on her tailbone, where the pain was most acute. Unfortunately, unlike tights, jeans were not meant to stretch like this, and she was feeling that to the utmost degree. Her mind was in a haze, sweat (or was that more goo?) dripping off her forehead from the sheer strain, that icy tingling filling her body, paws digging against the floor as she tried to focus through it all. Through the maze of jeans and paws, eyes squinting nearly shut, she saw incredible, normal, terrified Bailey rush back out of the bathroom, holding a roll of crumbling paper towels.

She was just in time to watch as Rika’s jeans were torn to shreds. It started at the top, where the seams gave way, wide gooey hips erupting outwards with an enormous tearing. The utter explosion of the seat of her pants triggered a chain reaction that tore each and every thread down the sides of her jeans, her thighs and calves bursting through the denim with their sudden girth, muscles clenched. She was overcome with dizzying relief, legs shaking slightly from a combination of exertion, the slimy material, and their bulked up size. The indents of the seams were visible for a few moments before fading into their gooey surfaces. The ruined fabric was left in piles on the floor, her legs now bare save for clinging threads and torn up shoes. The entire skeletal structure of her legs seemed to have shifted in the sudden explosion of freedom; her knees were a little lower, joints more pronounced, matching the strange position of her ankles. As a whole they looked much more dynamic, all angles rather than straight up and down, and she was standing up on her toes, rather than resting on her heels. Even when not in a position like she was holding, she doubted she’d be able to lower her heels down all the way to the ground.

Rika nearly passed out as her spine seemed to shoot straight out of her back, whipping outwards. Her vision swam, but she was able to watch as a tail nearly as thick as her head slammed to the ground. More importantly, she could feel every inch of it extending from beyond her back, sliding across the floor, entirely new nerve impulses hitting her brain like a truck. The pain had been this incredible mass being kept back by her pants and undergarments. Beyond it, Bailey’s moonlike pale face was now flushed a bright red.

Oh, Rika thought deliriously. My ass is out, isn’t it. Sorry, Bailey.

She groaned, wanting to collapse but holding the position for fear of actually passing out on the floor. Her brain was short circuiting under a barrage of sensory information that it was entirely unequipped to handle. The sheer weight of the thing attached to her rear end made her tip backwards, butt smacking onto the ground. Watching the floor rotate out from above her perspective to underneath made her sick.

Rika grabbed the shelf next to her. Her hand… paw… thing squelched as she gripped it. Pushing herself to her feet took enormous effort, operating their strange new shape, her cloudy mind wondering what she was even doing. Why not just lay down? It would feel so nice….

Yet, she stood. Grasping the metal with both hands, Rika stood. Her legs shook. The feeling of her larger thighs pressed against each other was yet another foreign sensation that she’d have to adjust to. Her hair hung around her in wet globs, covered in ooze, though this was somewhat darker than the rest. It was a stonelike gray, making her hair seem more like a mass than individual strands. She twisted, spotting Bailey through the gaps in her mussed up hair, who was edging closer warily, holding the paper towels out in front of her like a ward. Her shoes made sucking sounds with each step through the sludge coating the floor, centered around Rika herself. She tried to show off one of her lopsided smiles, but it looked more like a grimace.

“Th… thanks.” She panted out the words, her voice odd in her own ears, deeper and more sinuous with the consonants. She couldn’t imagine how she must seem to Bailey. A monster, something insidious replacing her longtime friend. To add a final touch to the unsettling image, Rika’s hoodie drooped, slime appearing through the threads. The hoodie, along with the shirt underneath, literally slipped through her torso, dropping to the puddle of ooze below. Her stone ring plinked off her fingers and against the metal shelving she held. Her chest was flat and white, a contrast to the blue that coated the rest of her body, like the underbelly of a shark. “Uh. Oops.”

Pushing past the obvious fear, Bailey actually proffered the paper towels. They were nothing, of course; Rika herself was changed from head to toe. A roll of paper towels disintegrating under the weight of their own age would do nothing but make a mess even in regular circumstances. Here, it was almost like a peace offering, a symbol instead of a tool. Rika did her best to stand upright and walk forward to accept the roll, useless though it was.

She couldn’t even make it a single proper step. The coils of tail caught her paw as she tried to move, and she stumbled, arms flailing wildly. Bailey didn’t have a chance to run as the mass of slime careened into her, sending them both to the floor. Bailey only narrowly avoided cracking her head against the tiles, instead falling on top of a length of Rika’s enormous tail with a loud SPLAT. Rika felt the impact, but it didn’t hurt—there was strange pressure, but everything was so strange already that it wasn’t out of place. She fell directly on top of her friend with another loud slap, getting goo everywhere as the two impacted each other.

She panted, snout barely an inch above Bailey’s nose. Her forked tongue sprang out and flicked the tip of her nose. Her friend looked more than strained—she was on the verge of manic, and Rika couldn’t blame her one bit. She had a beast atop her, breathing in her face, taking in her scent. Possibly sizing her up as some sort of prey.

“Help…” Bailey squeaked.

That was all the push Rika needed to break through her haze. She responded immediately, untangling her arms and pushing herself up. Her hair hung around the two of them, separating them from the outside world. The blonde was now totally smothered by the sooty gray, the distant light of her flashlight making it glow around the edges, where it was somewhat translucent.

“Hey, I’m still here, see?” she said, voice strained and awkward. “Still Ryuukah.”

She froze. Bailey, despite the terror, looked confused. “I… sure hope you mean still Rika.”

“That’s… that’s what I said. Still Ryuukah.” She gritted her snout, working it. “Ryuukah. Ryuukah. No, reee-yoooou-kaa. No! Stupid snout, work with me here!” Even slowly pronouncing it, dragging out each syllable with careful precision, she couldn’t seem to get the sounds right. Every time she started, whatever she was trying to say slipped from her head like water through a sieve, replaced instead with that strange new name. Her tongue stuck out of her muzzle in concentration, sliding across Bailey’s cheek without her noticing. She felt like her brain was repeating like a scratched record.

She knew it was wrong. That wasn’t her name. Her name was… gods. she breathed out through her nostrils, concentrating. You couldn’t just forget your own name. It was right there, right on the tips of her tongue. She just… had to… grab it….

Ryuukah.

“Goddamnit!”

Well, at least that particular word still worked.

“Lick me again and I’m strangling you!” Bailey’s angry voice brought her back to her senses. Much as she wanted to continue struggling with her mind, there were more pressing things to deal with. Or maybe it just frightened her so much that she was determined to ignore it and pretend it wasn’t a fruitless endeavor.

“Sorry for having a crisis,” she shot back automatically.

“Have it somewhere that isn’t laying on top of me!” Bailey demanded, her hands pushing at Ryuukah’s shoulders. They sunk almost half an inch into them, but didn’t pass through, and she was lifted upwards and away from Bailey’s face. Ryuukah sat back the rest of the way, and with some focus, she actually managed to pull all the goo with her. She wasn’t sure how she managed it—she was mostly just trying to think of it being off of Bailey, instead of smothering her. She grabbed her friend’s extended hands, pulling her upright as well, scooting backwards so that they were sitting a foot or so apart.

The pair stayed there for a while, both breathing heavily. Neither one seemed to want to speak. The puddle of blue slime pulled back from Bailey as if repelled, leaving a clean spot on the floor around her. She rubbed her hands together, fear and relief mixing on her face.

Finally, Bailey spoke. “It’s like… you know that feeling when you’ve rubbed lotion into your skin, and there’s barely any residue, but you can still feel it?” Ryuukah nodded, and she continued, holding up her hands. “It’s like that. Totally dry, but… softer? More oily? I can’t really tell.”

The comment was unimportant, tangential. The feel of the goo leaving one's skin didn’t matter. Yet, it felt easier to talk about that than anything else. Ryuukah grinned, the expression strange on her muzzle. “What, I turn into a monster and all I’m good for is lotion?”

Bailey snorted. “That and making a mess.”

“Oh, how sorrowful am I!” Ryuukah said with mock despair. “A strange slime creature, locked away in the dark basement, used only to harvest the most rejuvenating of lotions! Forever cursed to do nothing but produce overpriced health goods!”

Bailey laughed and shoved at a coil of tail sitting near her right foot. “Yeah, right. You’d just seep through the door, Miss Creature.”

“I don’t even know if I am a Miss anymore,” she remarked, gesturing at her flat chest. “Now I’m just a…” A sudden tickle overcame her nostrils once more. “Ah… aaa-CHOO!” Ryuukah erupted into another sneeze. As it hit, her ears, until then covered by her hair, whooshed outwards. They looked like wings, pure white against the gray hair. The weird wing-things wiggled as she tried to talk again.

“I—”

Achoo! This one came out throaty, and she coughed and hacked as a massive sapphire as big as her fist emerged out the front of her throat with a sucking pop, resting atop her collarbone. She grabbed it, feeling it squish. Was it made out of gelatin? Regardless, it seemed attached there, unmoving.

“I was trying to say that I—”

Achoo! Once more, a sneeze wracked her body. Her chest made a gooey whump as it sprung back outwards. It made one solid shape, as if she was wearing a shirt over a large chest, but she most certainly had a chest once more.

“God, nevermind, forget I said anything!”

Bailey actually burst out laughing. Ryuukah laughed along with her, hands falling back to her lap. The sound was good. Normal. Something they both desperately needed. Even as it faded, leaving only the light burble of slime, the tension faded with it, and Ryuukah knew that it was time to stop skirting the issue.

Bailey sighed. “Idiot.”

“I know.”

“The biggest fool I have ever met.”

“Bailey, I can’t even say my own name.” Ryuukah clenched her hands. That wasn’t quite true; her name had just been fundamentally altered in her own mind, which was both more upsetting and more confusing. “Trust me. I know.”

Bailey sighed. “Okay, well, you deserve it. You don’t get a free pass just because you turned into a goo monster. You’re clearly some sort of snake, but I don’t really…” Her eyes widened. “Oh my god, are you a Dragonair?”

“Like the pokemon?” Ryuukah said incredulously. “No. No way. I have legs, that thing is a snake. How did you even make that connection?”

“Explain the bling, then,” Bailey said, grabbing the end of her tail and holding it up, clearly showing off two enormous sapphires that matched the one on her throat. Ryuukah shuddered at the touch, but it wasn’t bad, just odd. The sapphires matched the one at her throat, though they were much larger.

“Okay, fine! I don’t care about that right now.” She squinted and managed to wriggle her tail out of Bailey’s hands, partially pulling out of their grip and partially oozing through it. That was coming to her more naturally now. “Can we please focus on how I’m getting back to my apartment like this?”

“You are not getting slime all over my car,” Bailey declared immediately.

“I can’t walk!” Ryuukah retorted. “It’s like eight miles through the city, I’ll get the cops called on me ten times over by the time I’m halfway there!”

“Then stick yourself in a Big Gulp or something! You made yourself into a mess, now you clean yourself up!” Bailey folded her arms, looking set.

Ryuukah clicked her tongue testily and looked around the store. She’d need a plus size body bag or something just to fit all her stupid tail and ass into if she wanted a solid container, and then it would be FAR too heavy for Bailey to carry. There wasn’t anything around that would help. Even if there WERE containers big enough for her to sit inside, they’d probably be long since useless for carrying liquids. Liquids. That’s what she was, now. No longer human—she was something else, something fluid. She wasn’t kidding when she said that she didn’t think she was female, even with the chest thing. When she looked inwards, trying to identify herself, what she felt she was, all she got was a taste of artificial blue raspberry flavoring in her mouth.

Great. Not only had she turned into goop, she’d have to totally reevaluate her gender. And personal body image, she added, once again reminded of the sight of her pants getting demolished. That was a lot to take in about oneself. Bailey had gotten the full sight of it, too.

Her eyes lighted on the slushie machine, sitting next to where she’d left her glowing flashlight. Something in her gut twinged. A connection, a sense deep inside.

There.

She could feel what would happen already, and she didn’t like it, but that was her only choice.

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“Gods, you’re heavy,” Bailey wheezed. She crab-walked out into the cool night air, through the employees-only door that she’d shoved open with a large plank of wood. The slushie machine was clutched in her arms, power cord dragging along the ground. It was full to the lid with swirling ooze, blue white and gray twisting about inside.

“Don’t call me fat when I’m basically just soup,” Ryuukah complained. Her voice came from the vibrating mass of goo that swished in the machine’s tank. She’d somehow managed to fit her entire body inside of it, despite the clear impossibility of size. The experience of slowly melting, body merging into itself, losing definition, had been utterly terrifying. She’d started with her paws, and those had easily vanished into the layer of slime still contained in the tank. Her legs had followed quickly, but her hips got stuck on the lid, and she needed to work herself back and forth to shove her ass down in. The huge, bulky tail attached to it didn’t help matters. Bailey had pointedly looked away during that part, but Ryuukah hadn’t missed the red tinge on her cheeks. At least the slime had covered up whatever had used to be between her legs; it was all a single smooth expanse now. The last dregs of hope she’d held, clinging onto her abandoned humanity, had shriveled up and died the moment her head had sunk beneath the surface. She still had some senses, but they were more focused on touch and vibration, and her brain didn’t know how to interpret them. She wasn’t blind—she was in a constant, dizzying confusion, which was far worse.

“First of all, there’s nothing wrong with being fat,” Bailey grunted. She hooked a finger on the passenger’s side door of her car, yanking it. “Second of all—urf—you’re a fatass like this, so shut up.”

“Yeah, you would say that, wouldn’t you? I saw you staring!” Ryuukah accused. She managed to reform one of her eyes and an impression of a snout, glaring out at Bailey, whose cheeks were turning pink again. She slammed the lid on the slushie machine and swirled the whole thing, dunking the eye back into the mess of sludge while she buckled it into place.

“Bring that up ever again and you’re going in the storm drain,” she hissed. “I am NOT letting you think that was hot. I was horrified.”

“Wasn’t me that thought it was hot!” Ryuukah’s voice called. Bailey’s response was to slam the car door. She cackled, the sound coming out like bubbles popping on a boiling surface of slop. Bailey had never shown any signs of deviance like that before, especially not towards other… okay, not other women, but other feminine beings. This was a fascinating new development, and one Ryuukah fully intended to continue investigating. Her penchant for mischief was far from gone, now; in fact, it almost felt stronger. She was cracking jokes easily, and her mind felt looser, more relaxed, despite the stress of the night. It was like a constant, background sugar rush, but it only seemed to be getting stronger. Maybe the new body was having an effect on her personality. One couldn’t be made out of pure sugar and have one’s gender be blue raspberry and not have one’s personality change, she figured. Maybe she’d have to swap pronouns….

Bailey returned a short time later after one last check through the convenience store, opening up the opposite door. Ryuukah could feel it unlock and swing outwards. She tossed a sopping wet bundle of clothes and two backpacks into the back and climbed into the driver’s seat.

“I’m not a thief,” she informed the bucket of slime on the chair beside her. “You’re the one stealing that machine.”

“And I’m a giant bird.”

“I am an accessory to crime. This is your idea.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ryuukah said, her oozing voice communicating dismissal. “Have fun explaining that one to the cops. ‘My sexy goo friend made me do it, officer! I couldn’t resist their charm!’”

Their charm, Ryuukah thought. Yeah. Yeah, that feels good.

Bailey groaned, twisting the key in the ignition and smacking the side of the tank to get Ryuukah to be quiet. The car sped off into the night, headlights on low. The night had been chaotic, and Rika had been left behind in the hubbub, leaving as someone new. Perhaps that could be a good thing. Behind, the Sinclair gas station and its attached 6 Ten sat silently. It was lit only by the light of a distant, orange street lamp, mimicking the coming color of dawn.

Bonus note for anyone who has read this far: Ryuukah's gender is canonically artificial blue raspberry flavoring. Also, if they go through the tap on the slushie machine it shifts them from anthro to a regular Dragonair. Also also they are a very hot dragon and I don't think Bailey stands a chance, the poor girl.

#writing wyrms #my stuff #transformation #tf #tftg #dragonair #slime #goo #ooze #and various other non-newtonian fluids #ryuukah #bailey #slime transformation #pokemon transformation #anthro pokemon #yeah that's enough tags methinks

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jojo0039 · 3 months ago

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Fox River - By the Skin and Teeth Part 2

Jessica makes her way inside her apartment.

She sneaks a peek inside the living room and sees LJ sleeping on the couch.

She smiles lightly at the sight and covers him up with a blanket.

She rushes to the bathroom when she feels her stomach churning.

She empties out her stomach again.

She finishes and steps to the sink to rinse her mouth out.

She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

She looks horrible.

She changes her clothes and makes her way to her room.

She stops in her tracks when she sees LJ lying in her bed, already back asleep.

She smiles at the scene before crawling under the covers and lying down.

Before she falls asleep, she feels LJ cuddle up to her.

She wakes up hours later to the smell of breakfast.

She crawls out of bed and makes her way to the kitchen where LJ is making pancakes.

He turns when he hears her coming toward him.

"I didn't know how long you wanted to sleep. You came in pretty early in the morning." he says to her, pushing a plate of blueberry pancakes in her direction.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, it's been a really long night." she says to him, checking her phone for messages.

"Veronica came by earlier she said that they're going to be doing the examination later this evening." he informs her.

"Great. That gives me time to go into the station before I head over there."

She says, finishing off her pancakes before standing and putting her plate in the sink.

"Thank you for breakfast." she kisses LJ's forehead before heading to her bedroom to get dressed.

Jessica walks into the police station and walks over to her desk.

She doesn't see Jason anywhere so she sits and checks her email.

There is one from a blocked address.

There are attachments.

She clicks on them, and there are the lab reports from the body that is supposed to be Terrance Steadman.

She prints them out before heading downstairs to the tech office.

She doesn't bother knocking and just opens the door.

She spots a female tech worker playing on a laptop.

The tech turns when she hears the door open.

"Hey, Jessica, right?" the techie greets as Jessica walks farther into the room.

"Yes, that's me. I need a favor." she says, pulling out the paper that had that bank account number and email address on it.

"I need you to work your magic and find out all you can about this bank account." she says, handing the piece of paper to the tech.

She looks it over with raised eyebrows.

"I can already tell you now that it's not going to be easy. Just by looking at these numbers, whoever created it designed the numbers to be hard to trace." she warns Jessica.

"But you can do it right?" she asked her.

"Oh yeah, definitely." she quickly answers.

"Great. I need this to be as quiet as possible, no one else can know about this." Jessica warns the tech.

"I got it. I will call you when I find out something." Jessica nods, heading to the door.

"Thank you." she says, walking out the door.

She starts walking down the hallway when she bumps into Jason.

"Hey." she greets hesitantly.

He glances down at her.

"Hey." he responds simply.

"Look, I know that I'm the last person that you want to see, and if you want to put in for a new partner, I completely understand. But we still have to be professional. Can we do that?" she asks him.

He looks down at her indifferently before nodding.

"Yeah, whatever you want." he retorts before walking away from her, leaving her there to stare after him.

Jessica finally makes it to the city morgue, where they have to meet up with the examiner so he can tell them his findings.

"Since the decomposition is this extensive, the only thing that we could use for identification was dental records. We made an indent of the deceased's teeth, and we compared them to the dental records of Terrance Steadman." The examiner explains to them.

"And what did you find out?" Jessica asks, wanting to know.

"They were a perfect match." he informs them.

Jessica's heart sinks as she looks confused about the teeth being Steadman's.

"Thank you doctor." the prosecuting lawyer says smugly.

Jessica shakes her head.

"No, there is no way that that can be Terrance Steadman." Jessica argues.

"You can get a forensic examiner of your own choosing to examine the body, and they would tell you the same thing." he warns them.

Jessica sighs before turning and walking out of the room.

She starts walking down the hall but stops when she sees Caroline Reynolds walking toward her.

She stops when she sees Jessica standing there.

"I hope you are proud of all of this." she glares at her.

"You have gotten your pound of flesh. Are you done, or would you like to hurt my family some more?" she insults her.

Jessica glares and walks close enough so she can whisper to her.

"I know the truth. I may not be able to prove it now, but you will slip up. And when you do, I will be right there bringing you down." she threatens before getting pulled away by Nick and Veronica.

***********

Jessica walks into the private visitor's room to meet Lincoln.

She has papers that Veronica wants her to go over with him.

She sits down across from him and takes his hand in hers.

"How are you doing?" he asks her, seeing the bags under her eyes.

"I am very tired. I haven't gotten much sleep, but that's nothing unusual." she assures him.

"Have you heard anything yet?" he asks as she pulls out some papers.

"No, we haven't heard anything yet. Testing usually takes a few days." she lies, not wanting him to get upset until she can find more answers.

He looks deep in thought before looking at her.

"What do you remember of my dad?" he asks her out of the blue.

"I don't know much. I only met him once. It was when I was picking Veronica up from a study date with Michael. I know that your mom said some horrible stuff about him to my mom a lot." she tells him.

He looks at her.

"I think I saw him." he confides to her.

She looks unsure. "Lincoln..."

She doesn't want to put him down.

"How would you even know it was him. You haven't seen his face in 30 years." she says, trying to be realistic.

"There is a name that was used, William Purell. The name of this guy, he used to play for Chicago baseball. Dad was really into him, but I had forgotten all about him til now." Jessica squeezes his hand.

"OK. I can probably pull up surveillance tapes from the viewing room. What was he wearing so I know what to look for?" she asks him.

"He was wearing a flannel jacket and a blue baseball cap." he informs her.

She instantly narrows her eyes in surprise.

"Are you sure he was wearing that?" she asks, making sure.

He catches the tone in her voice.

"Yeah. I'm absolutely sure why?" he asks her, wondering what she knows.

"When I was leaving here yesterday, I bumped into a man matching the description you gave me. I felt like he looked familiar." she informs him.

He looks at her with surprise.

They both wonder if that was really Lincoln's dad.

**********

Trish and Paul are going over the video of the courthouse in front of Judge Kessler's office.

"That guy that came in slid the envelope under the judge's door." Trish notes to Paul, who is watching over her shoulder.

"This man knows what he's doing. He moves slowly to avoid suspicion."

She pauses the video.

"See how he hides his face from the camera, he knew where the cameras were at." she says to Paul before resuming the video.

Paul watches closely as the video continues.

"Whoa, pause that." he demands as he finds something.

"Look right there." he pointed at the reflection from the glass window in front of him.

"Can you blow up that image?" he asked her.

She pushes a few buttons on the keypad before the image enlarges.

She zooms in on the reflection.

She looks closer before her eyes widen.

"Son of a bitch!" she exclaims.

"What?" Paul asked confused.

"I know that guy." she informed him.

******

Jessica walks hesitantly inside the bar.

She hasn't had a drink in over three years.

But tonight she is going to break that streak.

She sits down at the bar, and the bartender walks over to her.

"What can I get for you doll?" he asks her.

She looks hesitant before answering.

"I'll take a shot of Jack and a Bud Light." she orders.

She takes a deep breath.

Her emotions are getting the better of her.

The bartender places her drinks down and she slams her shot back.

"Another."

She waves and points to her shot glass, taking a swig of her beer.

She is in for a long night.

#prison break fanfiction #jessica donovan #lincoln burrows fanfiction #michael scofield #fox river #book 1

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bbbambam · 2 years ago

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BLUE LOCK KISSES

features. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro

warnings. kisses, mild make-out sessions (??)

bam's note. my love for blue lock blooms each day <3

isagi

soft and unhurried. his kisses tastes sweet like cinnamonroll. cradling your plump cheeks between his palms. brushing his lips over your eyebrows. tracing down to the lids of your orbs. he'd whisper thousands of praises throughout the process. yet when your lips are connected, he could not stop. pulling you closer; diving in over and over again until you're completely breathless.

bachira

mischievous and intoxicating. smooch right on the spot where your earlobes meet your jaw. your melodious giggles would rang in his ears. he might reply with a hum or chuckle. however, the next destination he's heading could draw out a gasp. as he tackled his mouth to the corner of your lips. knowing fully well it wouldn't satisfy you.

chigiri

cuddly and cute. this red leopard enjoyed caging you in his arms. this way he can easily placed a peck on your nose. littering kisses on cheeks, forehead, every inch on your face. until he reach your lips. it started out slow. though each kiss gradually grew needier than the previous ones. he's eagerly, fervently, even desperately trying to devour you whole. since for him, you're irresistible

itoshi

deep and lingering. he rarely initiate a kiss. so expect something meaningful when he does. rin's go-to area is your lips. he might be inexperience, accidental clash of teeth and bites are often. but he can learn. when he's exhausted, he would bring your hands to his lips. dragging from your fingers to wrist. also low-key get butterflies when you play with his hair.

nagi

sloppy and loveable. he would have you on his laps as he was busy attacking the monsters in the game. whining every time you're about to wiggle away. after a while of leaning his head on you, he'd attach his mouth onto your neck. perhaps tugging the collar to give him access to abuse your shoulders. bonus; he's really good with french kisses.

like heart, love reblog <3

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gaysimpsstuff · 4 years ago

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Accidental Turn-Ons; Hawks x Dom! Reader

Genre: angst to fluff to smut

Type: Oneshot

Summary: Hawks returns home from a mission, clearly exhausted, and you take the time to give him a little massage! However, it doesn’t quite have the effects you expected.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: minor dub-con (Y/n doesn't know that what they're doing is sexual for Hawks), stress, minor injuries, Keigo's adorable bird tendencies, sexual innuendo, dom y/n, wing play, feather play, nicknames, edging, dacryphilia, handjobs, aftercare

Other: Yo this might actually be my best smut yet

Inspiration: This was actually inspired by my own piece of work, MHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks where I spoke about Hawks’ wing and back kink and how it relates to his avian traits.

Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

You paced the living room, glancing between the TV and the door. The news station had cut away from the fight five minutes ago, which meant your boyfriend was either in the hospital getting treated for any injuries he might have sustained, dealing with fans, dealing with paperwork, or on his way home.

Your phone buzzed and you raced to grab it off the couch, fearing an incoming call from the hospital, or a news alert about the well-being of the man you loved.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you realized it was just an email from work, not even marked important. You tossed your phone back onto the couch with a groan.

Wasted build-up. Your mind grumbled

Your eyes flicked back to the TV, watching as the reporter rambled on about yet another stupid thing America had going on as you waited for something, anything to happen. Right when you were getting ready to pick your phone back up from the couch cushions when you heard a light tap tap tappity tap against the thick glass of the sliding glass door that led to your balcony.

You dashed across the living room, accidentally knocking a chair over as you raced to reach the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. You'd recognize his special knock any day, even if he changed it all the time whenever he forgot it. You always had patience with him, you knew he had too many things on his mind with Hero Work to always remember a random knock.

You grabbed the handle, yanking the door open with a wide grin, finally laying eyes on your bird boy. He had a hand stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Hey, Y/n. So sorry I'm late, been flying all day so naturally I'm a little sore. No excuse for missing movie night but-"

"I'm just so glad you're here!" You exclaimed, taking his cheeks in your hands and rubbing at his cheekbones. "I'm so sorry you're hurting, come inside I'll get a heating pack, or a cooling pack, maybe some lotion and I could give you a massage." You babbled, tugging him inside.

"A massage and some cuddles sound great," he sighed, eyes tired. You never liked the fact that Keigo was a hero. He worked too hard, too much, and for so long. He was still young, he should be appreciating life and spending time on himself and with his lover and not with the commission. "Oh I uh, I found this for you."

He took one of your hands off his face, taking his other hand out of his pocket and pressing something cold and smooth into your palm. You opened your fingers, a soft smile growing on your face at the sight of a smooth pretty white rock with grey and black speckles.

"Oh, Kei, this is beautiful. I love it~" you pressed a kiss to Keigo's cheek, loving the way he trilled. He was always so excited to pick up random items he found pretty or interesting, and he'd always give them right to you. It was truly adorable, you loved his gifts. His wings fluttered in happiness for a moment before he winced slightly in pain, happiness vanished in a reminder of his stress from the day.

"Ouch, okay, sitting down time," he muttered, stumbling past you to flop down on the couch. You grabbed the lotion from the kitchen counter (you kept it there for whenever he came home with sore muscles). You set the stone down on the coffee table, tapping it twice in a small show of affection before sitting next to Keigo.

"Shirt off Birdie," you said, squirting some lotion into your palm before rubbing them together.

"Hey, at least buy me a drink first," he chuckled, tugging his jacket off and peeling off his tight hero shirt. You sighed, deciding not to comment on his tacky flirting, knowing you'd been dating for almost a year now.

He turned his back to you, crossing his legs. He folded his wings, lowering them to give you access to his shoulders and shoulder blades. You pressed your fingers against one of his shoulders, finding a large knot almost immediately. You heard him hiss, and your frown increased.

"I know it hurts but it will hurt a lot less when I'm finished," you told him, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck. The hair there rose against your skin, a shiver shooting down his spine. You blinked, confused at his reaction. Maybe it was uncomfortable for him. You resolved not to kiss there again.

You continued to rub against his tightened muscles, listening to his soft hisses and groans. You pulled away after about six minutes, picking up the lotion bottle and squirted some more into your palms.

"Hey, when you finish with mm~ when you finish with that shoulder could you do around my wing joints? Down my spine, y'know?"

"Are there muscles there?" you asked, most people didn't have muscles down their spines, usually it was just the ridges of said bones.

"Yeah, I do," he explained quickly. You nodded pressing into his knot, slowly working down when it eased up. You moved your fingers downwards, feeling his shoulder blades and spine before reaching his wings joints. He shuddered, similar to when you kissed his neck, but a little larger. You hummed, pressing your fingers down and finding another knot, right where his skin turned to bright red feathers.

"Oh, yeah, yeah right there that's perfect." You glanced back up at him, confused, he didn't usually speak when you massaged him, he'd also never asked for a massage so close to his wings, he was usually very cautious about having his wings touched. Maybe he'd just gotten tired of dealing with wing pains by himself, it was probably a lot different from other knots.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this," you cooed. "You really deserve a break, it's not healthy to work this hard all the time."

"I know, Little Feather, but it's nng- n-not my fault. The citizens need me." he panted. You sighed, moving your other hand to work out both wings' knots at the same time.

Keigo's head flopped forward, and his hand flew up to slap over his mouth, holding back a soft whine. You lifted an eyebrow in suspicion, there were only a few times when you heard him make noises like that.

Slowly, you pressed your fingers down closer to the underside, right over a few of his downy feathers.

"Oh fuck~" he hissed.

"Okay, that's it." you lifted your hands away from them, holding them in the air. "What the hell's going on with you?" His head whipped around so fast you were surprised it was still attached to his neck. His golden eyes widened, pupils blowing out, nearly completely covering the honey iris.

"W-what?" he exclaimed, feathers puffing up.

"I'm sorry if I seem mad, I'm not, I'm just- very confused. You're literally moaning. I am giving you a massage and you're moaning. Explain."

His cheeks dusted over in pink, and his eyes fell down to his lap.

"Okay uh- fuck I- this was not how I planned on telling you, erm- I promise I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-"

"Keigo, it's alright, I'm not uncomfortable, just confused. Take a breath darling,"

"Okay, okay, okay." he took a deep breath. "My wings and back are... sensitive, like- in a sexual way. It's why I never let you touch them, I didn't want you to get uncomfortable with that."

"Oh Keigo, you should have just told me, it's perfectly alright, you know I love you, and I love your bird traits. I'm not uncomfortable with this." you smiled sweetly, pressing a hand to his cheek.

"You're- you're not?" he glanced back up at you, golden eyes filled with hope.

"Not in the slightest. To be honest, I don't see why anyone would be uncomfortable with it. It's just another erogenous zone, like someone's neck, ears, or nipples would be. And lots of people keep those bits on display."

"Thanks," he murmured, rubbing his nose against yours. "That does make me feel better, but uh- there's something else.." he trailed off, nervous.

"Your obvious boner? I was gonna leave you to take care of that yourself, but I'll gladly do it for you if you'd like."

"Oh uh-" his cheeks brightened as if attempting to match the tone of his wings. "I would very much like that," he admitted, offering you a slightly nervous smile.

"Anytime, Birdie~" you stood up, hands landing on either side of his waist as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "But I would very much like to experiment with those wings of yours, see what we can do with them. Just how far can we go?" You smirked at him, tongue darting out to moisturize your lips. Keigo let out a soft breath, shifting against the couch to make room for the tent in his pants.

"I- I have thought about using them before- my feathers can move fast, so they can act as a vibrator if I focus, but I could never use it on myself. I know I'd get distracted, then the feather would stop moving, then I'd have to start all over again. I'd basically just be edging myself all night. I know I'd just give up and jerk off."

"I can work with that~" you pressed your lips against his, surprising him. He whined into the kiss, hands flying up to fist your shirt.

Unfair. He thought, he already had his shirt off, and he knew he'd be naked in just a few minutes, but you hadn't taken anything off yet. Knowing you, you would stay clothed just to tease him. The most you would do was lift your shirt a little to show him your stomach before quickly covering it again. That was what you usually did when you dommed. At least for the foreplay.

You pressed the tip of your tongue against his lips, pushing past his defensive barrier of shiny white teeth, perfect for the press, and you licked along the top of his mouth. His whole body shuddered against yours, his hips jerking upwards.

You grabbed his thigh with one hand, squeezing. A warning, he knew, against bucking up again, against disobeying. He tasted your saliva, feeling it pool onto his tongue. His eyes finally drooped closed, enjoying the taste of leftover's from last night's dinner on your tongue.

He whined against the back of your mouth, feeling you move your other hand up towards his back. He already knew what you were going to do. Without pulling away from the kiss, you plucked a feather about the size of his hand from his wings, running a finger down the stem, brushing it against the little red bristles. Soft against your finger, yet forcing Keigo's restrained cock to grow even harder than he ever thought possible.

You slowly pulled back from the kiss, taking his lower lip hostage between your teeth, tugging it as far as it could go before finally releasing it. You felt Keigo's hot breaths fanning out across your face, and your grin only grew. You loved breaking him apart, the strong, well-put-together Hawks was an act only for the cameras, only you could ever know the real him, the horny, whiny, needy baby he truly was.

"Look at you, falling apart already? I've barely done shit to you."

"Fuck- that's just 'cause it's you~" he purred

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, doll." Your shit-eating smirk only grew, and Keigo could feel himself melting into the couch cushions. "C'mon, take 'em off, you're a big boy, I'm sure you can do it yourself."

He nodded, hands flying away from your shirt and grappling with his belt buckle faster than you could say 'Hawks.' He tossed his belt behind the couch, not caring if it hit anything, and quickly shimmied out of his pants and underwear, letting them pool around his ankles. His cock slapped against his stomach, six inches and throbbing.

Looks like his prediction was correct. He was naked. You were not. You didn't look like you were planning on undressing anytime soon, which left Keigo feeling slightly disappointed. However, any negative emotions vanished the second you ran his bright red feather down his nose, over his lips, then under his chin. He knew immediately you were trying to lift his face with the feather, despite the single feather not being strong enough by itself, not unless it was under his control. But he was not in control, you were, and fuck it if that wasn't the best part.

"Good boy~" you praised him, sliding a hand up his bare thigh, brushing it carelessly close to his dick. He bit his lip, eyes flicking between your hand and your eyes.

"Please, please touch me," he whispered, slightly embarrassed by the situation. It had been a long while since you'd last had sex, and an even longer while since you had been the dom. He'd all but forgotten how to properly beg. You could tell.

"Come on, doll, I know you can ask me nicely, or at least better than that." He groaned, hands gripping your hips and attempting to tug you into his lap, a plan formulating in his head that ended in an amazing thighjob. But his plans never worked, not at least with you involved. No, you were too stubborn, one of the many things he loved about you. But not really in this precise situation.

"Nah ah ah~ hands off the merchandise." Your hand squeezed his thigh again, twice this time. That was all he needed to let go. He found purchase in a nearby pillow, moving it behind him and tugging on the little dangly bits on the corners. He forgot what they were called but he was ninety-five percent sure it started with a 'D' or something.

"Fuck, please, I need it, you know I need it, I-I've been nothing but good all day, please touch me, please~" He whined, eyebrows furrowing. That plus his reddened cheeks made just the cutest face. You couldn't wait to make his eyes go crooked and for him to drool.

"That's it, good boy~" You ran the tip of the feather up his cock, circling the tip. He shivered in response, biting back a loud moan. "Come on, don't make me mad, vibrate yourself with your feather~" you cooed, teasing tone making his stomach churn in the best way possible.

He bit his lip, looking down at the feather slowly circling the tip of his dick. It had already nudged his foreskin downwards, leaving the red skin fully exposed. He took a deep breath, trying to block out your presence, and how hard he was, just focusing on the single red feather, twirling around in loops.

He felt it twitch against his skin, before finally starting to shake, then at last it was vibrating. He twitched it away from his dick, slightly nervous about how it might feel. You sighed, pressing it directly onto the little hole at the tip.

"Ghhh- oh fuckkkkk~" he moaned, pressing his head against the couch cushions. It felt better than he ever possibly could have imagined. Feeling the feather on his dick, his dick against his feather, it was double the pleasure. He whined loudly when the vibrations suddenly stopped. "Nooooo I want it, bring it back, please," he begged, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Doll I didn't even do anything. You lost focus. You gotta try a little harder." you said, tapping the feather against him again. Pre-cum stuck to it, making red glisten with a little bit of white. He cursed at the sight (and feeling) of his own pre on his feather.

Soon enough, it started to buzz again. And you put it back on him. This time, you traced it up and down his base, running it over the tip again. One of his hands flew up to his mouth, knuckles pressing against his lips. His hips bucked up against the vibrating feather.

"Ooooohhhhhh fuckfuckfuckfuck so goooood~" he moaned loudly. Again, the buzzing stopped without warning. "Nooo fuck no! I need it please fuck!" He looked like he was on the verge of tears- no way it was really that good. You'd have to ask him to use his feathers on you sometime.

"I know baby, I know," you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. His breath hitched, golden eyes filling with tears of pleasure. "But you gotta focus to get it done, okay?" he nodded, wiping his tears, but he only managed to spread the warm, salty liquid over his face, making him appear even more debauched.

How cute

You wrapped your hand around his dick when it started to vibrate again, the feather curled up between your palm and his dick. Slowly, you began to jerk him off, feeling the feather vibrate faster than you'd felt any toy vibrate, and his dick throbbing and pulsing against you left you feeling like you just might cum in your pants.

"FUCK!" he shouted, back arching off the couch. One of his legs flew upwards, toes curling around the air. He was shaking at this point, looking like he was just on the verge of cumming. "Oh, Godddd fuckkkmeeeee~" he wailed, tears overflowing and falling down his flushed cheeks.

"No god's gonna fuck you, darling, only I will because you belong to me. Isn't that right?" You pulled on his hair and his moans grew louder, the vibrations intensifying, which you thought was impossible at the rate it had been buzzing against your skin and his.

"Youuuuu fuck- I- I belong to youuuu~" he moaned, hiccuping a little.

"Fuck, you're so fucking cute like this, so adorable when you fall apart beneath me, gonna break soon?" He sniffed loudly, nodding. His moan broke out into a disappointed wail when the vibrations stopped again. He tried to get it to move but it just wasn't going to. You opened your palm, revealing the feather, the stem bent awkwardly. Hawks sighed, sadness filling his eyes.

"I was just 'bout to cum too..." he whimpered.

"Oh, you'll still cum. We don't need anything else between us anymore~" you tossed the feather aside before spitting into your palm, beginning to jerk him off again. It certainly didn't feel nearly as good as it did with the feather, but at this point, he was so close he just couldn't give two fucks about how good it felt, just that it would get him where he needs.

"Oh yes yes yes fuck yes more more- gonna cum gonna cum ooooh fuck baby you're gonna make me cum!" He cried out, bucking up into your hand, sobbing as pre ran down the sides of his dick and onto your fingers.

You pulled him to you by his hair, loving the loud moan he let out from the pain. You pressed your lips right up against his ear.

"Then fucking cum, my baby boy~" you purred seductively. Moments later, his whole body spasmed, legs shaking violently and wings flaring outwards. He wailed, screaming as he finally came into your hand, white ribbons landing on his legs, stomach, and even a little on the couch. Subconsciously, he knew he'd have to clean that up later, but he was not about to worry about that right now.

"Godamn! If that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen!" you exclaimed, truly in awe at just how good his orgasm looked. He had gone limp, flopped back against the couch, and panting. You pulled your hand away from his dick, licking away the bits of cum from your skin before sitting down next to him, tugging his body closer to you.

"Unf, that was the best damn orgasm of my life," he murmured, voice a little hoarse.

"Looked like it, you alright darling? Can I get you anything? Water, blankets, bath?" You worried a little, hoping you didn't completely brain-fuck him.

"Jus' some cuddles." his head flopped down on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he yawned.

"Hey birdie, don't fall asleep on me," you chuckled. "We still gotta get you all cleaned up and put in bed."

"Not... a problem..." he whispered, breath tickling your skin as he nodded off.

"Heh, that's a problem," you smiled affectionately. He deserved his rest. You resolved to stay still for a little while, then clean him up as gently as you could before carrying him to bed. He wasn't that heavy, after all. "I love you, my darling Keigo~" you whispered, resting your head on top of his and closing your eyes.

Maybe the mess could be cleaned tomorrow, you were also very tired.

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kunikame · 3 years ago

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¡! ❝ REDAMANCY .. ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [06] hello my name is kaoru hakaze ❞ | m. list | prev. | next

natsume sakasaki x reader smau

warning(s) : not beta read

w/c : 687

there is only 2 things a cryptic tweet from hibiki wataru saying “ground floor” could mean. 1, there is a fight and he wants people to see. 2, it’s a response to natsume's cries for help. to his luck, it was the second option and he didn’t just waste 2 minutes of his life sprinting to the wrong location.

yes, sprinting.

he made it to the staircase just in time to see kaoru helping y/n up and asking if she’s okay. before she could respond, he was already next to her asking the very same question, in genuine concern.

“y/n are you okay?! did you get hurt? are you in pain anywhere?”

“natsume-”

“do you need to go to the nurse's office? can you walk?”

“.. natsume-”

“should i carry you?! are y-”

“natsume.”

the redhead paused, not realizing he was rambling and slightly recoiled at her stern tone, only to hear the h/c chuckle at the worry he was terrible at hiding.

“i’m fine, it’s just a scratch. thank you kaoru, i think i’m okay now that natsume is here,” she turned to look at the blonde and gave him a grateful smile.

“why of course, i could not leave a fair maiden on her own. how unfortunate it happened to be you, i could’ve been a knight in shining armor.”

“oh, dear, lord kaoru, how could i ever repay you for lifting me off the stairs so graciously?” gracefully leaning the back of her hand on her forehead and leaning on natsume, she continued her dramatic act, “a gentleman such as yourself, to grace a poor lady with his presence…. why, my legs tremble at the mere thought! how could i ever-”

“okay, jeez, that’s enough,” kaoru cringed, “please, never become an actor. anyway; i got places to go and people to see so i’ll see you lovebirds around. or not. who knows. byebye~” he winked and went on his way.

with kaoru out of earshot, natsume carefully pushed you off of himself to inspect you once again for any injury. luckily, there were none, and he heaved a sigh in relief.

“i was so worried when leo just send me kaorus tweet without elaborating further.. i thought you got injured badly or something. never do that again, dumbass.”

you faked an offended gasp, clutching at your chest dramatically, “natsume! do you really think i’m clumsy enough to injure myself on a staircase?!”

he gave you a blank look and his golden irises switched between your ankle and face. lifting an eyebrow and crossing his arms, he watched as your expression contorted from feigned offense to realization and embarrassment.

“.. right.”

you shared a laugh and decided to walk towards the entrance together, since you were done with your classes and natsume with his research. chatting to fill the silence, you realized that maybe fake dating natsume wasn’t such a bad decision after all. he understood you, he listened, and he tried. he truly did his best to make sure both of you were comfortable and not crossing any boundaries, and you were slowly getting to know each other. you just hope once this whole dating thing ends, he’ll still want to be friends with you. in the short time you’ve spent together, you’ve grown quite attached to him. lost in your thoughts, your steps slowed down to an eventual pause without you noticing.

“y/n? you okay?”

silence.

“y/n?”

a gentle hand on your shoulder took your head out of the clouds. lifting your head, the sight of natsume's concerned gaze with the sun setting behind him and giving him an ethereal glow was what greeted you. if you weren’t at a loss for words before, you are now.

“are you okay?”

“pretty.. i mean! peachy! yeah. just fine. just lost in thought ‘s all. what do you mean leo sent you kaorus tweet? what tweet?”

nice. real smooth, y/n.

“oh, this one; wait,” doesn’t seem like he heard.. that’s good.

leaning over his shoulder to see the tweet in question, the slight pink on the redheads ears went completely unnoticed.

╰┈➤ synopsis ❝after yumenosaki academy resident magician and eccentric sakasaki natsume asks you to “go out with him”, you immediately shut him down. so why is he dedicating a song to you at a switch concert? and why are people whispering about you being the cutest couple?❞

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marchiveeee · 3 years ago

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Candy and Castiel's relationship from Cas' POV

INSOMNIA MADE ME WRITE SOMETHING, Y'ALL.

This story happens between high school life and university life. Get some tissues, maybe? You've been warned.

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He was on the process of packing his things to move to the new apartment, a bigger and fancier one. He should be excited about that achievement, but deep down, somehow, he felt something wasn't right.

Don't get it wrong, though; he was happy about it, but Castiel had an emotional attachment to that old apartment that he hadn't realized until that moment. His teenage years were spent there, there were so many memories, good and bad ones, connected to that place. And even though he was not the type of person to get attached easily, he had to admit that moving on from that place to a whole new cycle wasn't going to be as easy as he had imagined.

Castiel was sitting on the floor of his closet, going through his belongings and selecting what would go with him to the new apartment and what wouldn't. It was quite an easy task for him and at some point he moved almost on automatic, that was until he reached for a shoebox that had been hidden behind all his clothes.

His heart tightened the moment he saw it, that wasn't any box, he didn't use to keep this kind of stuff, so he knew exactly what he was holding.

For a minute, Castiel hesitated to open it, as if he was holding the Pandora's box, except for the fact that he knew exactly what would come when he opened it. "Well, fuck it...", he thought while lifting the lid to see the contents inside.

There were some folded notebook pages — none from any of the ones he used in school — with a round cursive handwriting taking over their surfaces. They were letters, love letters written for him by someone he used to love very much. That he loved very much, actually... It wasn't as if he was completely over it after all.

There were some pictures inside too, "she carried that old camera with her everywhere". Many other little items were inside that box, each one of them connect with special moments he had spent with Candy when they were together.

Holding that box brought many memories to him, but a specific one stood out from the others, it was the one of when he decided to start using that old box to keep those cherished objects.

The day had suddenly become rainy, ruining the plans they had made for their date. That wasn't a big deal though, in the end they both just wanted to spend some good time with the other, so they decided to spend the day in his apartment instead.

Candy and he were laying on his bed, she was on her back laughing at something he had said, Castiel was on his side, one arm holding her by the waist, the other supporting his head while he looked down at his girlfriend with a warm smile on his face.

"You're so silly for laughing at things like this so easily, little girl" he said jokingly.

She wiped some tears off her eyes for laughing so hard and looked at him in the eyes, "I guess it's part of my charm", she then said smiling. That damn smile... He just couldn't resist it, it was one of the things that made him fall for her after all. It was his turn to laugh at her snarky comment, lowering himself to give her a little kiss on the forehead.

She hummed softly, and reached a hand to his face when he got back to his previous position, her fingers caressed him gently. Both of them kept the warm smiles on their faces.

"Can I tell you a secret?" She said blushing a little, but never taking her eyes of his own.

"Well, now you'll have to. But if you're going to say you love me to the moon and back, I'm afraid that's not really a secret".

"Shut up," she said breaking their eye contact, her soft smile still on her face. "I guess it's strange..." She continued, "but I've been keeping some small things from our dates, you know?".

"Oh, like what?", He couldn't avoid raising his eyebrows, surprised by her sudden comment.

"I don't know, they are all really random. It can be tickets from the movies, a photograph, a napkin from a cafe, a clean one of course. It could be literally anything, I just like to keep them, so I never forget the little things we usually let go. I even kept the receipt from that restaurant with the terrible food".

Oh...

"You don't think it's strange, do you?", There was a small line of concern forming between her furrowed brows.

"Maybe a little bit...". The obvious lie showing through his voice. Candy snapped her tongue at that, rolling her eyes.

"You're impossible, Castiel".

"I know," he scoffed, "it's part of my charm".

She rolled her eyes again at that, face palming just to try to hide the smile and the blush on her face.

With the hand he had kept on her waist all along, he removed her hand from her face, making her look back at him again.

"I love you. You know that, right?" He wasn't lying this time, he wore his heart on his sleeve for that girl, it was just useless trying not to be honest about his feelings for her.

She nodded and reached up for him again, her hand was on his neck this time, making him lower himself to get closer to her. He did it willingly.

"I love you too," she said before kissing him passionately.

The sound of Demon's steps near him made Castiel come back from his memories.

"Hey, boy". He said caressing his dog's head, his voice was shaking a little.

He took a deep breath before closing the box again, suppressing the memories that came to him.

How could he get over it, when he'd loved that girl so much?

Some time had passed since they decided to follow their own lives without the other. He thought that with time it would get easier, and eventually he would finally manage to let it go. But the only thing he managed to do was to hide his feelings again, like he did before.

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Why did I have to make it so saaaaaaaaad omg i hate myself 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I hope you liked it tho...

Sorry for any ugly mistakes, English is not my first language and I'm really tired, it's literally past 5am right now. I did my best tho...

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chubbybuckydumpling · 4 years ago

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Of Riches and Rings

words: 2.9k

pairing: Helmut Zemo x female reader

warnings: smut, fluffy smut, voyeurism, masturbation (m/f), oral (m/f receiving), blowjob, 69, choking, squirting, unprotected sex, porn without plot

A/n: As a celebration for reaching 500 followers, please enjoy this filthy Zemo smut :) Let’s hope the next episode still makes him likeable! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The clock is ticking with every passing second. Tik tok. Tik tok. His fingers tap on the crystal glass of expensive bourbon. The plushy armchair gives into his weight, forming nicely around his back. He checks his jeweled watch. It’s been 10 minutes. You’re taking too long. Tik tok. Tik tok.

He turns his head to gaze around the room, searching for a distraction, but he can’t get you off his mind. Inevitably, his gaze falls to his hand where an elegant ring dresses his finger. A soft smile plays on his lips, but it makes him yearn for your presence even more. Taking a deep breath, his eyes drift back to the clock on the wall. Tik tok. The seconds are passing. Tik tok. His patience is wearing thin, this is not what he had planned. An annoyed growl escapes his lips which surprises him. His self control is definitely slipping. Tik tok. Another minute gone by. Tik tok, tik tok.

“Alright, enough”, he grumbles, getting out of his chair. His tight black slacks cling to his legs, the dress shoes rounding out the look. He places his glass on the nearest shelf, the sound of his heels swallowed by the carpet. The dimly lit hallway carries him from door to door until he closes in on the bathroom. It has a kitschy postcard attached to it.

He can’t help but scoff, “Wash away your troubles? Really?” Reaching up, he is about to rip it off when he hears a sound. A low moan, to be particular. He stills completely, doubtful of what he heard just seconds ago. Just when he’s about to write it off as some weird hallucination, it happens again. His eyebrows raise, a smirk working its way on his lips.

Oh.

This is going to be fun. Carefully, he reaches out to turn the door knob until he can safely open it, just a gap, of course. He chuckles to himself, of course you didn’t lock it, little minx. Turning to peek in, he has to bite his lip to stop a groan. There you were, propped on the bathroom counter, panties discarded by your feet, fingers plunging into your pussy.

The squelching sounds mixed with your soft moans and frustrated whimpers makes his trousers tighten. He feels himself twitch, the sight of you, head thrown back in pleasure and eyes shut tightly. The amount of want that floods through his body makes him undo his fly, the tight material only falling down a little.

One of his hands wanders down his dark turtleneck and he reaches into his grey briefs to take out his half hard cock. He licks the thumb of his free hand, working his tongue around it to get it nice and wet. Once he is content with his work, he pulls down his foreskin and presses the shiny digit against the head, circling his slit. His hips thrust forwards and he has to grab onto the door frame. Shit.

He feels his cock fatten up, twitching in his hand while he slowly fists himself. His eyes are trained on your fingers, the way your core grabs onto them. He builds up a steady rhythm of squeezing his length and playing with his crown, teasing his sensitive head. It’s hard to quiet his sounds, but he’s used to controlling himself, reducing his urges to achieve his goals.

You, however, feel no need to be quiet. Your fingers don’t reach far enough and frustration, greedy want overcomes your senses. You groan, hips rutting against your palm. The pressure against your clit feels good, but it’s just not enough. Your free hand frees your boobs from the bra cups and you begin to squeeze your nipple, whining at the pleasurable pain.

He speeds up his motions, tightens his grip and lets his body take over. Your breasts are beautiful, the tight nipples hard against the cooler air. He feels his desire overcoming him, carnal want filling his veins. His balls tighten, abdomen contracting irretically. He feels himself twitch in his hand. The silky skin of his hard cock feels nice against his hand and he lets out a growl, little droplets of sweat forming on his forehead. The fabric begins to cling to his back.

“I hope you’re not planning on coming anywhere else but inside me”, your voice sounds strained, eyes trained on his thick length. The delicious view makes you lick your lip. He just grins, not surprised by your actions at all, “Wasn’t planning on it, sweet girl”, he replies, a soft smile on his lips. He collects all of his self control to tuck himself back, before he fully opens the door, moving closer to you.

He closes in on you, arms placed on the counter on either side of you. You pull out your drenched fingers to pull him closer, but he is faster, catching your wrist before you could touch him. Smirking, he draws your hand closer and envelops your coated digits with his mouth. He moans at your taste, tongue licking of every bit of your wetness.

You whimper, the sensation around your fingers with the knowledge of what exactly he is licking off makes your belly tighten. His gaze is still trained on you as he slowly pops your fingers out. His chest is heaving with his deep breath. He looks amazing, delicious even. You can't stop yourself for any longer and dash forward to press your lips against his.

The kiss is hungry, greedy. Your desire mixes with his while your tongues dance together. He licks into you, one hand coming up to clutch the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. A deep growl vibrates in his chest, everything about you is just so good. Your taste, the way your scent seeps into his nose, the feel of your tongue against his.

A feeling of desperation seeps into your body and you let your hands wander to the hem of his shirt. You let yourself explore his upper body, feeling his soft skin against your hands, all while he dominates your mouth. When the oxygen runs low, you part, immediately pulling the dark turtleneck over his head. He helps you remove it and chucks the expensive article behind him.

Instantly, his swollen lips are back against yours, more sensitive this time. He bites into your lower lip, dragging it a little before he lets it snap back. Aroused, he allows his hands to grip your waist with one hand while the other strokes over you, caressing your skin until he finds your breasts. He manages to rid you of your bra, your boobs falling free of the constricting material.

“You are so beautiful, mein Engel”, he whispers. You’re completely exposed in front of him while he is still half covered, what you desire most remaining hidden. Warmth rises to your cheeks, yet you don’t feel embarrassed. He’s shown you time and time again how much he desires you.

“What took you so long?”, the question falls from your lip and you can’t help but smirk mischievously at him. He pulls back a little, eyebrows raised, yet he can’t hide the smile on his lips. Not in front of you, “Well, Mrs. Zemo, I wasn’t expecting your toilet break to turn into this”, he gestures to your lower body, “Not that I’m complaining”

You giggle, grabbing his neck to pull him in for another kiss. He feels so good against you, his tight chest against your own breasts. His warmth seeps into you, blanketing you into a calming sense of comfort. He lets his arms surround you, pulling your body closer to his, directly onto his huge bulge. You gasp into his mouth, a strong tingling sensation running through your core. He groans at the pressure, pushing you right on him again.

“Fuck, Helmut”, you whimper, burying your head into his neck, “Please, I need you” He tightens his grip, growling at your words, “Then hold tight. Can’t just fuck my most precious on a sink now can I Engel”

He picks you up, holding you close. His arms strain a little, but you know he would never drop you. Navigating through the hallway he quickly moves towards your bedroom, opening the door with ease. His display of strength makes you clench and your want for him surges even higher. He lays you down on the king sized better, leaving you with a kiss to your nose.

“Beautiful”, he mumbles after taking a step back to observe you. With quick and precise motions, he strips himself of the rest of his clothing. His fully erect cock jumps up to stand tall and proud. You lick your lips with desire, the sight of your husband just always so arousing. Before you can mention how attractive he is, he drops down to his knees, hands parting your thighs.

“Look at you, so wet for me”, he drawls, eyes switching from focusing on your pussy to searching your face. Slowly, he lowers himself, his hot breath fanning against your exposed core. “You look so delicious”, he groans before he buries himself in your folds. His tongue teases your entrance, pressing against it, but never quite breaching. His nose bumps against your clit, sending a shock of arousal up your spine. You let out a moan when his tongue trails up higher, circling the most sensitive part of yourself.

Suddenly, he begins to suck the bud into his mouth and you gasp, back arching. You bury your hands into his soft hair, tugging slightly with need. He continues teasing your hooded bundle of nerves, but adds his fingers back inside you. With delicate motions, he strokes your velvety walls, reaching for your sensitive g-spot. A sudden cool sensation pushes at you and you realise it's his wedding ring. Clenching, you moan his name, needy; greedy. Your pleasure is ascending, the feeling of his flexible tongue with his talented fingers, you begin to shake, thighs trying to clench around his head.

“Fuck, please, I want to suck you off. Need it, please”, you whimper, tears blurring your vision. At your distress, he immediately perks up to check your face for any sign of discomfort. When he can’t find any, he coos, moving up to cradle your face, “Hey, shh, it’s okay, you’re okay”, he whispers, gently petting your hair, “You just want to have your mouth filled, ain’t that right?” You nod, leaning into the warmth of his palm.

He pushes himself further up the bed, laying on his back. His cock looks delicious, pre cum coating the crown. It has a lovely red colour, a beautiful contrast to his pale tummy. Helmut gestures towards his length, smiling at your sweaty face, “Take it then, mein Engel, but let me make you feel good too” His voice sounds strained, his need for friction obvious.

You crawl up to him, eyes trained on his heavy cock. Sniffling, you position your pussy above his face and lean down to take his hard length into your palm. Squeezing and turning your wrist, you tease him, enjoying the soft, veiny feeling of him. He moans and dives back into your pussy, licking and nibbling you so well. His fingers breach your stretched opening once more, his other hand grabbing onto your bum.

He kneads the soft flesh as you feel the ring that makes him yours again. A sudden flame of desire fills you and you envelope his cock with your mouth. Immediately, you press your tongue against the silky underside, your free hand, clad with your own wedding ring, massaging his full balls. He moans against your pussy, twitching inside of your mouth.

Both of you get lost in the pleasure, tongues licking and sucking greedily, fingers playing over your most sensitive parts. He begins to thrust up, his beautiful head hitting against the back of your throat, making you gag around him. He pulls off of you, breathing heavily, “You good?”, he forces out. You nod, pushing your hips back against his mouth. He chuckles, but goes back to work you over, sucking and tickling your hard clit.

You take a deep breath before you lower your mouth back onto him. You focus on inhaling through our nose as you go deeper and deeper until your nose scratches his trimmed pubic hair. He whimpers, moaning as you swallow around him. The vibrations feel so good against your core and you groan, egging him on even further.

His balls tighten, but he pulls you back swiftly, clamping his base tightly, panting heavily.

“Don’t want to cum just yet”, he groans. You whimper, so drawn to him, an overwhelming sexual tension tingling through your body. Electrified, you turn around, getting on your hands and knees, presenting yourself to him. Hearing him moan, you push your ass out even further wiggling slightly. His hands run up to your shoulders, starting at your cheeks, slowly roaming over your skin. His chest presses against you, cock jutting itself between your cheeks, balls against your wet entrance.

His hands run down your arms and he kisses at your neck, working his way to your pulse point where he begins to suck and nibble. You draw in a shaky breath, goosebumps rising all over your skin. You whimper, once more becoming teary eyed. He lets up bruising your skin, a lovely hickey already starting to form. “I love you, Mrs Zemo”, he whispers against your ear. Smiling softly, you turn your head, “I love you too, Mr Zemo” Your husband grins, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

Drawing back, he teases your slick hole with his wet head, slapping his length over your clit until you’re moaning for him to take you. Finally, he pushes into you, carefully at first, yet slowly bottoming out. Once he’s balls deep inside you, he lets out a loud groan as you feel him twitch. Involuntarily, you clench down on him, the feeling of being filled up just so perfectly satisfying.

He begins to pull out, only to push back in, gradually creating a fulfilling rhythm. His thrusts push against your walls so well, a delicious sensation that makes your eyes roll back into your head. Helmut’s firm hands run down to your breasts, squeezing and toying with them. It feels incredible, being touched and claimed all over.

His hips become faster, thrusts stronger. The sounds of skin slapping together, deep groans and growls as well as your own moans and whimpers fill your room, a beautiful song of pleasure and affection, a sonnet of lovers living out their desire.

He pushes himself up, the rhythm of his hips never faltering. With his weight supported solely by his knees, he pulls you up against his chest, slick bodies pressed against each other. His hand sneaks around your throat, tightening slowly. A shockwave of arousal consumes you when you feel the platinum of his wedding band against your sensitive hickey. “You feel so good around me, taking me so well, such a good wife for me”, he babbles, thrusts becoming more irregular, but harder, more determined.

“I want you to cum on my cock, can you do that, Engel?” You nod once he lets up his hold on your jugular, taking deep breaths. “Need you to say it, need to hear my good little wife” Panting, you gasp, “I will, please please please. I want it so, so bad” Suddenly tears jump into your eyes with desire and love for the man behind you.

Growling, he pushes you down into the mattress, your cheek pressed to the satin sheets. His hips grow even faster, pushing further, filling you up harder. The new angle makes him hit your velvety spot head on every time, pushing you into even higher layers of pleasure, but once he drops his fingers down to your clit, you crumble, desperately sobbing into the bed.

The coil and desire in your lower belly tightens. You begin to clamp around him uncontrollably, your entire body beginning to twitch with the anticipation of your upcoming high. “Shit, I’m gonna cum, ‘m so close, please let me cum”, you beg, convulsing around him. “Let go for me, Engel. Cum on my cock”, he rasps and with a particular hrd thrust, you break, cumming all over his thick length.

Thighs shaking and back arched you let the pleasure take over, all while your husband still fucks into you furiously, tight circles on your clit. With a few last pushes into your tight heat, strong and hard, he spills into you, filling your body up with his white, hot seed. The feeling of being stuffed with his cock, overflowing with the seed of the love of your life and the delicious pressure against your sensitive nub, you feel a new, yet so familiar sensation overflow you.

Screaming his name, your pussy flutters while you gush around his pulsing length, drenching him with a mixture of your and his orgasm. Convulsing one last time, the final gush of cum squirts out of you. Helmut carefully pulls out of you and watches as your core clenches, trying to keep his seed inside you.

Drained and exhausted, you collapse on your side, eyes shut. Your legs twitch with the aftershocks of your orgasm, but you’re too fucked out to notice. Warmth and safety consume you when you feel your husband’s arms wrapped around you, his face against your neck, “I’m so proud of you, Engel. You did so well”, his breathing isn’t quite back to normal, the intensity of his orgasm left him a little drained and floaty as well. “Hmm, thank you”, you mumble, cuddling back into him, “I love you” Your heart flutters when you feel him smile against your skin, “I love you too. So much”

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landinoandco · 4 years ago

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An Unlikely Grand Prix

Daniel Ricciardo x reader

Warnings: flufffff

Word count: 2.1k

Requests are open :)

The Belgium Grand Prix was one that was highly anticipated - not only did it mark the end of the summer break and start to the second part of the season but it also promised some quality racing with its high speed corners.

You and Daniel were sitting in your hotel room on Sunday morning, a drink of coffee in your hand and a vitamin smoothie in his, your laptop open in front of you as you made some edits to the latest version of your book. You were an author and about to finish the final edit of your new novel.

“Have you seen the weather forecast for today?” He asked, leaning onto his forearms. You looked over your laptop lid and nodded, taking off your glasses.

“I have, you better be careful. It was bad enough in qualifying yesterday - “ You paused, saving your work and closing your laptop down. “I don’t care what people say - wet races always make me nervous. They shouldn’t have sent you out in Q3, it was hard to watch.”

A silence fell between the both of you, Daniel watched with a softness in his eyes. He knew exactly how you felt and he loved how supportive you were of him. You were his biggest fan and he could not be more thankful for it - you were there for him every weekend through rain and sunshine and through good races and bad races. You knew him better than anyone.

“I will be as careful as I can -” He reached across the table and took your hand in his. “I really feel like I’m getting somewhere though - P4.” He exclaimed, a smile flashing across his handsome features. You brushed your thumb over his hand.

“It was a really good lap - especially given the weather.” You agreed.

You moved your gaze to the window - the steady sound of rain hitting the hotel window filled the room.

“It’s definitely going to be a tense one.” Daniel muttered, pushing his chair back and getting up. You followed and made your way to the door, shrugging on your coat as you went.

The rain was pouring down as though the heavens above had opened - Daniel held an umbrella above both of you, sheltering you from the downpour. Members from different teams raced around the paddock to dry shelter - the buzz of conversation could already be heard from the grandstand in front of the pitlane. You admired the dedication of the fans; it was far from just a shower and for those exposed without even the slightest of cover would be drenched to the bone even by now and the grand prix was far from starting.

You looked over to Dan, his eyes twinkling and a spring in his step told you that he was looking forward to today’s race. His eyes flickered down to meet your gaze, bumping his shoulder into yours causing you to chuckle.

It was incredible to think about all of the things you two had managed to fit into 3 (going on 4) years. You met each other on the top of Table Mountain in Cape Town, you were there plotting for your next novel and Daniel was there hiking with his friends…

You were sat on a rock, looking out to the city of Cape Town tucked away under the mountain range - you were out in South Africa on an escape from the cramped conditions of London. You had a deadline quickly approaching to come up with a plot for your next book and as of that moment you still weren’t any closer to coming up with the next bestseller. Sure, you had ideas but they were yet to set a light a fire of motivation in you.

You had zoned out, your gaze attached to a bird soaring across the landscape ahead of you when a sudden voice pulled you swiftly out.

“Whatchu’ writing about?” The man asked, his tone was bright and as you looked over at him you saw the beaming smile stretched across his features. His eyes showed a confident but kind manner, brown curls stuck to his forehead and the beginnings of a beard covered the bottom half of his face.

“If I knew, I would tell you.” You quipped back, turning to face the man in order to see him properly. He had a muscular physique, no doubt a sportsman - you had thought at the time - an explosion of colour seeping out from his shorts caught your eye as you clocked the tattoos; they weren’t the only ones either as little drawings were littered over his hands and arms.

“Nice tattoos.” You complimented, nodding over to him. If it was at all possible, his smile grew larger and he put his fist out.

“I’m Daniel, by the way, Daniel Ricciardo.”

The rest was history - an adventure packed history. One filled with enough adrenaline to last you for the rest of your existence. The introductions had also prompted your next plot idea so the following week when you had returned to London you turned it into your agent - who had immediately loved the outline you had presented.

A few hours later and the start of the Belgium grand prix was approaching but still the track was resembling more of a spa - ironically - than a safe and functional track. Dan walked in from the drivers parade and shivered - his coat having provided no cover.

Frowning, you got up and handed him a towel, “What are the conditions like?” Nerves laced your tone. Dan sat down, shrugging, “They’re what we expected them to be like but it’s really rough. If we can even see 6 feet ahead it would be a miracle.”

A miracle was something they were all desperate for and before they knew it the race had been red flagged - deemed too dangerous to race so all of the teams were in their garages coming up with ways to entertain themselves.

You had made your way out of the McLaren garage to join Daniel who was wandering up and down the pitlane looking for a way to cause havoc.

You crept up to him and grabbed his shoulders and shouted: “boo,” in his ear causing him to jump up in shock and scream. You and many witnesses were doubled over in laughter as the Australian held his hand to his chest.

“I just came to say -” You started, “That you looked like you were about to do something mischievous and I wanted in on whatever your plan was.”

Dan looked at you with complete adoration in his eyes, a lopsided grin formed on his face. At that moment, he had never loved you more. It was a strange feeling that he couldn’t quite describe - it was just one he felt warming up his entire body. One thing he had always adored about you was the way you understood him - at the beginning of the relationship he knew you had found it hard to deal with his childish, devil may care attitude. As soon as you relaxed more around him, you two became more comfortable with one another - you decided to try his way of living. Letting fate take you to your next adventure and enjoying the unpredictability of it all. From your first adrenaline seeking adventure Dan had managed to persuade you to join him in - he knew he had found his partner in crime. Most importantly, Dan had taught you a way of living that was more enjoyable, a way of living that allowed you to get more out of life and push your comfort zone right to the limit.

“I have a few ideas.” He smirked, then grabbed your hand twirling you around as though you were ballroom dancing.

“What are you doing?” You giggled, the corners of your eyes crinkled as he pulled you into his chest, guiding one of your hands to rest on his shoulder as he grasped the other in his and held them up as though you were dancing the waltz; finally placing his hand on your waist.

“I don’t suppose you would have seen it but in 2015, the American qualifying was cancelled due to rain and to pass the time I danced with my teammate. I figured I would make a tradition of it.” He explained, twirling you around again.

“Did Lando not want to dance with you?” You questioned, the corners of your lips quirked up. Daniel stopped and took a step back. For a moment you thought you had said something wrong but then a spray of water splashed up the front of your coat. Gasping, you wiped the water from your face and Daniel’s smug smile came into focus. You looked down to where he was standing and saw a gaping hole that had now filled up with water.

“You little-” You had begun, a smile betraying you entirely as it crept upon your features. You wanted to pretend to be angry but he had caught you off guard.

“I thought that you would be a nicer dance partner - but apparently not.” He retorted, biting down on his lip in an attempt to stifle his laughter at your facial expressions. You looked at him and then down at the puddle, back at Daniel and then decided what your next move would be; before you could however he had picked you up over his shoulder, spinning around happily.

“Daniel-” You protested, having to close your eyes to avoid feeling motion sick. You heard him chortle then give in as you felt your two feet touch the ground once again. You pouted at him, strands of hair now stuck to your forehead - it was a sight to behold. Daniel’s heart skipped a beat, his breath becoming shallower as he brushed the loose strands of hair from your face. He had decided at that moment that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, he was ready to start the next chapter of his life with you. It would be a brand new adventure and probably the scariest yet.

“Marry me.” He mumbled, brushing his thumb over your cheek. He froze, an idea sparked, turning on his heel he fled in the direction of the McLaren garage.

Your eyebrows drew together in confusion, your heart thumping against your ribs. Drawing your lower lip between your teeth, you glanced around you only to realise the whole of the pitlane and grandstand of fans had fallen silent - watching on in anticipation. Had they heard what he had said? How could they have, Daniel had muttered so quietly even you had struggled to hear the words that tumbled from his lips. Little did you know, a camera had caught every moment and you were now the sole focus as you waited for Daniel to come back.

Moments later and he was running out of the McLaren garage, something in his left hand. You squinted to get a better look, from where you were standing all you could see was a flash of blue - but as he came closer you realised what he was holding was in fact a Haribo packet.

Your hands flew to cover your mouth, you knew exactly what he was about to do. You were fighting back tears of joy as he opened the haribo packet and pulled out a gummy ring, got down on one knee and said: “Marry me. Our new adventure, just you and me. My partner in crime.”

Tears ran down your cheeks as you nodded fervently, words appearing to fail you. You flung your arms around his neck. There was an eruption of cheer from around you, as fans whistled and clapped and fellow teams called out in congratulations.

You placed a hand either side of Daniel’s face, tears shone in his eyes. To most a gummy ring would seem immature - laughable even but to you, it confirmed to you how much you loved the man standing in front of you. The gummy ring he had presented to you meant so much more than being a Haribo. It represented you both as a couple. A love that was unconditional and would never get old and yet whilst you both would age - the love you had for one another would stay youthful, unpredictable and exciting.

You were more than ready to start the next chapter of your adventure with the man you loved most.

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michelle-is-writing · 4 years ago

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Family Matters, Greg House

Word count: 1.7k~

In the time I’ve worked at Princeton-Plainsboro teaching hospital, some might say I'm the bubbly doctor in our group. Although I don’t know how true this might be, I do know everyone can agree I'm definitely more bubbly than doctor Gregory House, but that's for another day to discuss. I'm usually the one people send in to try and cheer up patients. Because of this, I mostly work in the pediatrics ward where young, sick children are. Sometimes, I have an easy time talking to the kids and making them happier, and sometimes, I don't; usually, when I'm upset, I have a hard time.

Right now, I'm having a very difficult time.

A young New Jersey girl at the age of 11 had developed mastoiditis, an infection that affects the mastoid bone above the ear and is typically caused by a middle ear infection. Usually, this all clears up, but sadly, this infection had grown to be so bad that the girl ended up with only twenty-three percent of her hearing left in the one ear. Although this is the case, I'm not having a hard time because of the girl's loss of hearing, no.

I have my own problems at the moment.

Since I'm working in the children's ward, I don't get to see Wilson or Greg as much as I want to. Despite Greg's tendency to be an asshole, he's still my best friend and not to mention that Wilson is the kind of guy anyone can talk to about anything. However, our schedules are all different, so, as I said: we don't get to see each other that often.

At least they're still in my life though. For my family, I can’t say the same. Recently, I've just lost the closest person to me in my family; although it wasn’t through death, but through immaturity and childishness. Because of this, all of my other family members have closed me out as well, causing me to be alone. With all of my friends busy and my family shutting me out, I have no one to talk to or enjoy time with... no one. I can't even get a boyfriend for Christ's sake, and it's not like the guy I have my eyes on actually likes me back. Greg is the type of guy you can easily fall in love with, yet at the same, you really shouldn't.

"Doctor (y/n)," the young girl by the name of Jessie states. Putting all my focus back on her, I remind myself not become distracted anymore today. This isn’t the first time, unfortunately. "Will my hearing ever return?"

I smile sadly at her and shake my head. "I'm sorry, Jessie," I tell her. "Your hearing in that ear won't return, but it's not a bad thing!" I assure her. She smiles in relief. "We can always get you a hearing aid, and that will help get your hearing back to normal again, but the wait might be a little long," I explain. "Is that okay with you?"

She nods her head at my question. "I'm okay with that, doctor (Y/n)," Jessie tells me, "I'll have my family help me until then," she smiles brightly. "You can always look up to your family, right?" She states, confident in her words.

Tears slowly rising to my eyes at the thought, I nod and quickly blink them away. "That's right," I tell her, still smiling. "And don't you ever forget it," looking toward her parents, I nod my head. "The discharge nurse will be here in a few moments with the papers. If you'll excuse me..."

Without another word, I quickly leave the room and walk as fast as I can to the nearest empty room. I prefer going to James’ office instead, but it's two floors away, and I don't want any awkward elevator trips. So, before I have a mental breakdown in the middle of the hallway, I find an unlocked janitorial closet before walking in and closing the door behind me, ultimately sliding down the hardwood door once it's shut.

Sitting on the cold, tile floor, I begin sobbing as quiet as I can, my hand covering my mouth. I already had my family drama on my mind all day, but for that girl to unintentionally throw it back in my face? That was the frosting on top of the already leaning, three-layer cake.

Tears stream down my cheeks like raindrops as I cry my heart out. I can tell my cheeks are red by the sensation of heat I currently feel on them; my hands feel it too. I'm crying so hard my chest begins to heave up and down as if I were having a panic attack. Oh God, I can't have a panic attack. Not here, not now.

Behind me, I feel two knocks on the door, causing me to halt. The only problem is: the knock wasn't above me, it was where my back is against the door. Remind you, I'm currently sitting on the floor. The only way someone can knock that low is if there is a midget behind the door there or someone used something like a cane... it's Greg.

Slowly moving up a little, I shakily open the door and let the grey haired man in, watching as he looks at me with pity. I've never seen the confident doctor House look like this with anyone. It's like a... a totally different Greg.

Sitting down beside me against the door, Greg drops his cane beside him as he sighs and wraps his arm around me before gently tugging my body close to his. Shocked, I tense up, tears no longer pouring out of my eyes. Greg never comforts anyone like this. He always makes fun of them or says something that many people take offense to, but he never... he never cares. He always brushes it off his shoulder, yet for some reason, he seems like he actually cares this time.

"What's wrong?" He asks, his voice deep as usual with no emotion.

I wait a few seconds before lying. "Nothing important," I tell him, my voice wavering from my scattered emotions.

Pulling me back to face him, Greg looks me in the eye before sighing again. "I know you've been crying by the wet tears on your cheeks, slight puffiness, and redness to your eyes, and fast-paced breathing - and I don’t even have to be a doctor to notice that," he breaks down my current state, lifting an eyebrow. "Now, are you going to begrudgingly tell me what's wrong or do I need to stay in here with you until you finally give in to all my unrelenting sexiness."

His comment makes me laugh, causing a grimace of a smile to fall on House's lips. Out of all of us, I've been the only one to do that. I've been the only one to break Greg's stone exterior and interior. Plus, It doesn't help that I like Greg romantically. I like the fact that he's confident and witty; he's not afraid to be himself. Although, he can still be quite an ass to others, but to me, he’s always been nothing but kind. Even when I first started working here, he was still patient and sweet - a rare sight to everyone else. It used to hurt me to think he’ll never feel the same way as me, but I’ve gotten so used to that fact that it doesn’t even bother me anymore.

"It's just... my family," I explain, Greg pushing my head back onto his shoulder as he holds me. At this point, I'm not shocked by anything he does. The infamous doctor could be high for all I know. He probably took a few Vicodin tablets before coming down here now that I think of it.

"They've completely... shut me out," I explain, shrugging as I rest my hand on his shoulder. "They never talk to me anymore, they've blocked me in any way of even trying to talk to them. My cousin just sent me an email last night telling me that I didn't need to contact them anymore as they no longer wanted me in their lives," I close my eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Plus, I wish I could work with you guys again," I take a breath before saying the next thing. "I miss you."

A few seconds of silence pass before Greg leans down to my face level. Opening my eyes, I'm greeted by his own sapphire orbs, watching as he continually inches forward until his lips plant themselves on mine. Our eyes close at the same time in response to the touch of our lips, and they stay that way too. With my heart beating fast and a different fire in my cheeks, I instantly respond to his kiss while placing my hands on the sides of his face, feeling his hands attach themselves to my hips as I do so. We kiss until we have to breathe, both of us pulling apart simultaneously.

"They don't deserve you," Greg tells me, a little out of breath. "You are wonderful; a decent and kind human being, inside and out," he takes a small pause, flashing his blue eyes down to mine. "I never thought I’d say this, but… because of you, I think maybe not everyone is a horrible person and that maybe I can be a bit nicer a time or two," he then smiles at me, kissing me once more. "You have made me feel love believe it or not."

Smiling, I lean up to kiss his forehead before sitting back down and resting my head against his chest, my eyes cast upon him as he looks down at me. "You've also made me feel love," I confess to him, my voice shy. "I've grown to love you as well. You and your sarcastic comments and witty comebacks and your insults to apparent stupid people," for once, he laughs, making me grin. "I can't help but love it all."

After a few moments, Greg speaks up. "I know I can't be your entire family," he murmurs, holding me close. "But I can try to be your... your..." He draws on, clearly trying to come up with an appointed title for himself. After a few seconds, I giggle and cut him off.

"Boyfriend?" I ask, making him roll his eyes.

"I was going to say significant other," he argues, looking over to me. "The term boyfriend is so, well, childish," he complains, making me giggle.

Leaning closer, I peck his lips. "Good thing you have a childish mind," I tease him, pressing my lips to his one more time before he responds to my comment with something horrible or completely inappropriate. It is Doctor House we’re talking about, after all.

#greg house #gregory house #gregory house imagines #gregory house imagine #gregory house x reader #greg house imagine #greg house x reader #greg house imagines #house md #house md x reader #house md imagine #house md imagines

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carbo-ships · 2 years ago

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Drabble: Introducing Plushia

Papa, Aether, and Ardis strolled through the corridors of the monastery. There had been a few updates to the buildings during the angel's absence that they were eager to show her. They'd only just stepped into one of the smaller sanctuaries when Ardis heard a clatter from behind them. It startled her, making her jump. "Did you hear that?" Ardis said, her voice barely above a whisper. She took Aether's arm anxiously.

Papa muttered something under his breath and sighed. "Come on out, you little fiend," he called toward the doorway. "You're not as sneaky as you think you are."

Ardis watched apprehensively as the tiny embroidered face of a plushie poked its head around the corner about a foot off the ground. Her eyebrows shot up. "Uh... What is that?" she asked. Its unblinking eyes stared directly back at her. She looked it up and down as it waddled into the room on its oversized feet. It was wearing what seemed to be a crude approximation of a red clerical uniform, complete with a little biretta.

"Right, you left before he got here, didn't you?" Aether chuckled, giving her hand a comforting squeeze.

"He's, eh... A summoning gone wrong, we'll say," Papa said with a slight air of exasperation.

"Summoning?" Ardis repeated. "Is that a demon? It looks like a stuffed toy."

"Yes, it, ah... took the form of some merchandise modeled after myself. From before I took over the papacy." He seemed less than thrilled.

"We're not entirely sure what it is, honestly," Aether added. "It can't talk, so it's been difficult to communicate with it. We tried giving it a pen to write with, but he can't hold it very well. He mostly just gestures and we do our best to interpret."

The little doll stopped its clumsy march and extended its right hand to her, still staring intensely. She looked to Papa for guidance.

"He won't hurt you, bella, nothing to fear," he assured her.

Letting go of Aether's arm, Ardis approached the little toy. She knelt before the sentient doll and gently took its tiny hand in hers. "My name's Ardis," she said, giving him a little handshake and a warm smile.

"We've been calling him 'Plushia'," Aether said, introducing him.

"Oh, that's delightful," Ardis said with a smile.

"I wish you wouldn't," Papa groaned. "It really looks nothing like me."

Ardis giggled. "Well, he's very polite, whatever he is."

Plushia took her hand in both of his as best he could and pressed his little embroidered mouth to it in a mimicry of a kiss.

Ardis let out a laugh of pure glee, the two men watching on in irritation as her heart seemed to melt. "Oh, what a little gentleman! Are you sure you haven't been teaching him some of Terzo's old moves, Papa?" she teased him.

"I really don't know where he gets it!" Papa insisted, crossing his arms.

"He's a bit of a menace, honestly," Aether sighed.

"He seems like such a little sweetheart," Ardis cooed, gazing down at him adoringly. The little cardinal was cute in an ugly sort of way, she supposed. He had the strangest proportions — his egg-shaped head was much too big for his body. She could tell it was intended to resemble Papa, but the likeness wasn't really there. Releasing her hand, he lifted his arms above his head as if requesting to be held. "Can I pick him up?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder to get Papa's permission.

He didn't want to encourage her rapidly-growing attachment, but he couldn't say no to that face. "If you must."

She very gently lifted Plushia off the floor to cradle him in her arms. He was a bit heavier than she expected. He squirmed slightly to make himself comfortable and nuzzled into the crook of her elbow. "Oh my goodness," Ardis whispered in awe and adoration. When she sweetly kissed his little forehead, Aether felt his fists clench.

Papa laughed when he noticed how Aether's tail twitched. "Is that jealousy, Mr. Ghoul?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Aether huffed, rolling his eyes. "I'm not jealous of a possessed doll."

Ardis's cheeks flushed. She'd gotten better at reading the masked ghouls' body language in lieu of facial expressions, and the way his tail was moving indicated otherwise. She made her way back to Aether, still cradling the strange little toy in her arms. After a brief moment of hesitation, she raised herself onto her tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to the bit of his chin that his mask left exposed.

A grin tugged at the corner of Aether's mouth. "Well, you'll have no complaints from me if I get more of those while he's around."

#carbo draws #carbo writes #etere #HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY

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the-scandalorian · 4 years ago

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What about a mix of two prompts?

“i've never been kissed before so you volunteer but i decline, we're best friends and it would be weird, but a couple hours later i lay awake in my bed and i can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you and suddenly i regret what i said”

and

“two characters look at each other. silence. then. BOOM BANG LIPS CRASHING CAN'T RESIST YOU ANYMORE BAM BOOM THERE'S A WALL LET'S PIN YOU AGAINST IT”

of Din Drjarin/f!reader?

Thank you so much for the prompt!! I love this combination so much! Hope you enjoy this 💖 And for the others who made requests, they're in the works!

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader Rating: M Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: alcohol consumption, spice

You and Mando were sitting in your usual evening position—back-to-back in the middle of the hull—so he could lift his helmet just enough to eat. You’d finished dinner a while ago, and now you were passing a flask of whiskey back and forth over your shoulders. The last few hunts had been long and hard, but the carbonite chamber was now at capacity, so you were taking a night off before returning to Nevarro.

As the flask got lighter and the sky visible through the open ramp faded from a dusky twilight to a velvety black, you inched closer together until you were fully leaned against one another. He was fairly comfortable as a backrest considering the amount of metal and weaponry strapped to his body.

Your conversation had been skirting dangerous territory for a while now—a place you’d been working towards for months if you were being honest. You weren’t supposed to be doing this though: the easy friendship, the light teasing, and the casual intimacy of spending weeks together in a confined space were supposed to stop there... not progress into anything more. You were hunting partners—that was it.

Yet, here you were telling him about your first kiss.

“What about you, Mando? I mean... is kissing even allowed for Mandalorians?”

You reached back to pass him the flask. He took a pull and then—in his unmodulated voice, which was always slightly distracting—said, "Mandalorians touch the foreheads of their helmets together... it's called a Keldabe kiss.”

“That’s very sweet and all, but what about actual kissing? Is that allowed? Or are you only allowed to bonk your metal heads together?”

He scoffed and tilted his helmet back to lightly knock against the back of your head. You laughed and knocked him back.

(That only counts as a Mandalorian kiss if you’re facing each other... right?)

“So?”

“Yes, it’s allowed. If you find someone you trust, there are options... blindfolds, dark rooms... eventually, marriage.”

You ignored the way your heart dropped a little more at each of those options. Instead, you pressed him again: “Okay, so... what was your first kiss like?”

“I don’t have a good story like you do.”

You nudged his side with your elbow. “Oh come on, just tell me! I told you mine, so you have to tell me yours. That’s how the game works.”

You heard him exhale and take another long pull from the flask. He passed it back to you over his shoulder. “Isn’t it my turn to ask a question though?”

You scrunched your eyebrows together. Honestly, you’d lost track of whose turn it was at this point, but he’d answered every other random question you’d thrown at him, even the intrusive one about the craziest places he’d had sex. He’d even thrown you some bold curveballs. But he didn’t want to tell you about his first kiss?

It hit you all at once.

“You’ve never kissed anyone.” You blurted the thought before remembering to pass it through your usual verbal filter.

“No, I haven’t,” he confirmed.

“Oh,” was all you can think to say. You took a sip, and the whiskey burned slightly as it went down your throat. You reached back to hand it over again.

His gloved fingers brushed yours when he took it from you. “I never trusted anyone enough in the past.”

In the past.

Your thoughts raced as you tried to decide if that wording was intentional.

...he was sitting here, leaned against you, lifting his helmet in your presence, in the present…

That had to mean something.

You couldn’t help but ask the question that seared through your mind, “Do you trust me?”

He let a pause stretch out between you, laden with the implication of your question, and shifted slightly against your back. “Yes.”

Your heart rate kicked up. There was so much potential in that yes that you couldn’t help but push forward.

“I would kiss you.”

It came out sounding like an offer, but you really meant it as a want. You wanted to kiss him. You’d held that truth for a while now—months probably—keeping it close to your chest, knowing that it would likely live there forever. There was no room for attachment in your utilitarian partnership, or in his strict Creed and your nomadic existence. Kissing him was an unrealistic daydream, a passing thought you regularly ignored.

Though... it was harder to ignore when he let his gloved hand linger on your waist, or threw himself into the line of fire to protect you, or wordlessly accepted joint commissions from Karga as if your partnership was implicit. He’d been doing all those things more and more often.

And now, your carefully guarded truth was lingering out there, floating freely between you. You started to panic as the silence stretched on and scrambled to snatch it back: “I mean... if you want to know what it’s like.”

You immediately regretted adding that qualification. That wasn’t why you said it.

Another strained moment of silence passed.

“It wouldn’t make for a very good story,” he finally replied. He was trying to make light of the weird situation, but it came out flat in his modulated voice. He was obviously uncomfortable... and uninterested.

You were so incredibly grateful that he couldn’t see your face at that moment. You forced out an unconvincing laugh and said: “Right.”

The chirping of the crickets outside suddenly seemed deafening in the fraught silence that settled between you. You felt him adjust against your back once more. The flask appeared in your periphery, and you grabbed it quickly, taking a long pull.

Fuck.

You could tell that you had just taken the quiet, tenuous potential of your friendship and obliterated it with one awkward sentence.

“I’m going to get some sleep,” he said, pushing himself to his feet behind you.

You nodded vaguely and stayed where you were, staring out into the starry night, until you heard the mechanical click of his bunk closing behind him.

It was never going to happen—you’d always known that. It had never been a real possibility. And yet, in some shadowy corner of your traitorous heart, the tiniest bit of hope had taken root, cultivated by months of lingering touches and endless time spent together in hyperspace. And it hurt to have that fledgling hope completely crushed.

Eventually, you closed the ramp and plopped down on the spare cot against the wall. You tossed and turned for a long time, wondering if Mando would even want to partner with you for jobs any more. Probably not.

You froze when you heard his bunk slide open and the sound of his feet hitting the floor. You expected to hear him walk to the refresher, but when you didn’t hear his footsteps, you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him.

He was facing you, backlit by the light of his open bunk. His silhouette was different than usual—with a jolt, you realized that he was completely unarmored aside from his helmet. The hands that were twitching and clenching by his sides were bare. You sat up and swung your legs over the side of the cot, waiting for him to do something... anything. The silence between you wasn’t strained now; it was charged, electric, expectant.

He reached back and pressed a button on the wall behind him and his bunk slid shut, bathing the space in complete darkness. You heard him take two steps toward you, then stop. He was waiting for you in the middle of the hull, wordlessly asking you to meet him halfway.

So you did.

You weren’t sure what to do once you were standing a foot in front of his dark outline. You waited for a moment, then you both stepped towards each other at the same time, his hands—you faintly registered that you were feeling his skin on yours for the first time—finding your arms in the darkness. You pressed one palm to the soft fabric covering his chest, tilted your face up... and waited.

He needed to be the one who took that final step.

After he released a shaky exhale through the modulator, his right hand left your bicep to reach up and grip the lip of his helmet. Your stomach swooped in anticipation when you heard the pneumatic release, and you watched the dark shape being lifted from his head.

You could feel the beating of his heart under your fingertips as he lowered his hand to his side, helmet grasped in his fingers. He leaned down, and you couldn’t help but lean up to meet him. Your lips connected sloppily in the dark, off-center and a little harder than you meant, but you corrected yourselves quickly. You thought about how soft his lips were as you moved yours against his; you smiled against his mouth when you noted the tickle of his mustache, and he exhaled against you when you reached up to map out the rest of his face with your hands: scratchy stubble along his jawline, a sharp nose, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, soft hair feathered across his forehead.

He let out a satisfied moan and gripped you a little tighter when you parted your lips to run your tongue experimentally along his pouting bottom lip. He responded in kind, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss, his tongue tentatively working its way into your mouth. A muffled moan slipped from your own lips, and you slid one hand under the hem of his shirt, dragging your palm up the rippling muscles of his back.

Mando seemed to be emboldened by your exploration; his helmet clanged against the floor when he let it fall, and both his hands were suddenly roaming over your body, large palms cupping your breasts through your shirt. In an instant, a kiss that had started out as uncertain and eager was suddenly hot and desperate. He backed you toward the ladder with decisive steps until you were pinned between it and his broad chest. His hands worked their way down your back, over the swell of your ass, until he was gripping the backs of your thighs. You linked your hands behind his neck, so he could hoist your legs up and around his middle.

He dipped his head into the crook of your neck, and his lips found your skin. He trailed kisses up, until he paused with his mouth by your ear.

“It was worth the wait.”

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Hi! So like what if Levi & F!Reader are like cuddling, and Levi over slept (maybe misses a meetings?) and Eren and his squad have to go find him and they see Reader and Levi all cuddly and stuffs. AND THEN Levi become super pissed bc they went into his quarters without permission and blah blah blah (you can decide the rest lolll) basically crack, fluff and humor lol. Please& thank uuu

the short end of the stick

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 3.3k

❈ summary: In which the 104th cadets were not prepared to find out that the terrifying and ever-intimidating Captain Levi... is a little spoon.

❈ trigger warnings: implied sex. brief mentions of blood and death. profanity

a/n: i made the reader gender neutral, hope y’all don’t mind. i had too much fun writing this and got kinda carried away. this is my first request ever and i’m glad that i finished it. enjoy!

Eren was shaking.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was clenching his fists, nails piercing his skin so harshly he swore it would draw blood. His heart angrily pumped inside his chest, every beat so strong he nearly anticipated for it to jump out of his ribcage at any given moment.

Fear.

He felt fear.

He puts a name to the feeling and it doesn’t make him feel any better. Ears ringing, lungs breathing rapidly as he tries to steady his fear-induced heart. He was hyperventilating. His eyebrows crease from his anxiousness and he feels his knees weaken, daring to give out beneath him. Was he actually shaking right now? He couldn’t even tell.

Vulnerable.

He felt vulnerable.

Eren had seen many horrors throughout his short lifetime. He saw the colossal titan rear its ugly head over Wall Maria as its foot smashed into the wall’s gates, debris flying throughout the district as a boulder crushed his home with his mother still inside. He saw his mother get snapped in half and eaten by a titan right before his very eyes at a tender age as he sat by and could do nothing but watch.

He was orphaned. Forced to grow up too soon, too fast just so he could say he survived. His entire district was left homeless, forced to become refugees as titans rampaged throughout the outer walls, forced plow the fields to combat the famine and hunger, forced to have 250,000 people go on what was essentually a suicide mission to appease the growing population.

He trained in the military. He trained for three gruesome years and had his physical and mental psyche crushed into dust beneath the boots of the commanding officer, only to be thrown into a battle—completely unprepared— with the titans once more before he could even graduate.

He saw his friends, his family, his brothers and sisters in arms get eaten. Killed. Murdered. Swatted away like flies by the very beasts he swore he’d kill.

And yet, nothing could prepare him for this.

Nothing could prepare him for the blood-pumping, adrenaline-induced terror at the mere thought of having to carry out his mission.

Nothing could prepare him for having to wake up Captain Levi from his nap.

Jean groaned. “Dammit, just fucking do it already.”

Eren is snapped out of his reverie, suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone. His fellow soldiers stood behind him.

“Well if you’re so brave then why don’t you do it, horse-face?” He grits back, turning around and clenching his fists at his side.

He glimpses around the hallway and his eyes loom over his teammates’ amused faces, each painted with a shit-eating grin. Everyone was relieved that they weren’t the ones tagged with waking up the Captain from his nap.

Rumor around the base is, the last person from his original squadron (may they rest in peace) who had to wake up Captain Levi almost had his ear sliced off. Levi wasn’t even carrying any gear or anywhere near a knife.

One look at Mikasa told Eren that even she was glad she didn’t get picked for this task, and he shudders at the thought of being the poor bastard who had to lose his ear just so the Captain wouldn’t be late for his meeting. He quite liked having both of his ears attached to his head, thank you very much.

“It’s your task.”

“Yeah but why is it my task?!”

“Because you drew the short end of the stick, genius.” Jean replies easily.

Oh. Right.

“There has to be something we can do! Another plan. One that doesn’t involve waking up Captain Levi.” His eyes are pleading as he looks at his fellow soldiers, yet none of them seem willing to switch places with him.

Dammit. They were really going to make him work for it.

All his dignity is thrown out the window as Eren quickly gets on his knees and starts begging his friends, the shit-eating grins on their faces turning into wicked smiles as they watch him beg for mercy.

“Mikasa? What about you? Are you seriously going to let them send me to my death?” He asks, but Mikasa simply turns her head the other way as she speaks.

“He won’t kill you. Just sever your ear.”

Eren’s eye twitches.

She looks at him once more. “I’ll pick up your ear and ask the medical unit to sew it back on you. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

As proof, she holds up a glass jar and some tweezers. She had gloves on her hands.

God, he was going to kill his teammates.

Jean, apparently fed up with Eren’s incessant whining, marches towards him and grabs him by the collar, forcing him to stand up.

“Yeager, you trained in the military for three years. You’re a goddam titan shifter. You got kidnapped and held hostage. Three times. Waking up a growth-stunted man won’t be the last of you.”

Jean’s words are reassuring but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. No, his eyes are still amused. Very amused.

Scratch that, he wasn’t going to kill all his comrades. Just Jean. Jean and his extremely punchable horse-face.

Before he could even reply, Eren is shoved inside the Captain’s office with a quick “Off you go!” and the door is quickly shut behind him.

Fear.

This was truly fear.

Captain Levi’s office is empty, Eren notices. It’s spotless as always and tall shelves line every wall, each filled to the brim with books and documents. A lone door sits at the far right wall.

The Captain’s bedroom.

Slowly, with bathed breaths, he forces his legs to walk closer to the door that held his fate. Briefly, Eren thinks about getting some protective ear covers (just in case) but he quickly shoves that idea aside when he realizes that Jean and Conny were likely blocking the door from the outside.

That, and he concludes that the Captain would just break another part of his body. Maybe his hands. He didn’t need ears for handling ODM gear but he did need his hands.

“Captain?” Eren’s voice is weak but clear as he knocks on the door. “Captain Levi, you’re late for your meeting.”

He holds his breath for a few seconds, and there’s no response. He tries once more.

“Captain,” he repeats, louder this time. “Captain, you really need to wake up. Commander Erwin says your attendance is required for the meeting to start.”

But there’s still no response.

His hands are shaky and he’s still extremely nervous, but he knew Captain Levi’s presence was urgent to the meeting. Classified, Commander Erwin had said when he asked what it was about.

The third time Eren repeats his fruitless endeavors, he realizes that Captain Levi really wasn’t waking up any time soon.

He runs back to the door he came in from.

“Let me out!” He yells, hands throttling the doorknob as he tries to pull the door open but just as he suspected, Jean and Conny are sealing the exit and pulling at the doorknob as well.

“Let me out, dammit! Captain Levi won’t wake up, I don’t wanna die— just let me out!”

His feet are pressed up against the wall at this point and he manages to yank the door open by a few mere inches. A quick glimpse outside confirms his worse fears: all his friends are holding onto the doorknob as well, trying to keep the door closed. Even Mikasa.

He’d never felt so betrayed.

“You got this Eren!” His eyes drift to the back of the group where Sasha was smiling at him with a cheeky grin. “I’m sure the Captain won’t hurt you too badly when you wake him up.”

“No, fuck that! He’ll murder me and say it was because I went ape shit in titan form. He won’t even get arrested!”

It was when he made eye contact with Mikasa when he realized what true betrayal felt like.

“Good luck, Eren.” “No, don’t—!” Mikasa yanks the door close with one strong pull and he falls to the floor, on his ass.

The room is quite once more (save for the cheeky giggles on the other side of the door) and Eren brushes himself off as he stands up. He eyes the door to the Captain’s bedroom and he breathes in deeply when he comes to terms with what he has to do to wake the Captain from his deep slumber. He has to go inside.

He finds himself in front of the door once again, and this time his knocks are a little louder, a little more unsure, as he speaks. “Captain? I don’t think you’re waking up soon. I’m coming in.”

Slowly, he tells himself. Slowly.

Eren wasn’t sure what to expect when he opened the door to Captain Levi’s quarters. Maybe a torture chamber. Maybe swords and skeletons on the wall. Maybe a book on How To Murder With One Glare on a coffee table. He didn’t know.

But oddly, he thinks as he glances around, the Captain’s bedroom is... normal. The room’s dark, with its curtains drawn and the candles unlit. Tall shelves holding an impressive collection of books still line a portion of the walls. A bed is pressed up against the wall opposite the door, and there are two lumps underneath the blankets—

Wait.

Two lumps.

Two.

Captain Levi’s in bed with someone?

“Captain Levi,” Eren quietly calls out. He wonders who the hell managed to catch the Captain’s attention... or if someone even caught his attention at all. Captain Levi could just be hugging a pillow, he reasons. But Eren’s curiosity overtakes his fears and his legs start to walk closer towards the bed. “Captain?”

The blanket was pulled over the two sleeping lumps, and Eren gently tugs it down to reveal their faces.

No way.

No fucking way.

Briefly, Eren is speechless. His words get caught in his throat, hand frozen mid-air as he marvels at the sight of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier cuddled up within the arms of his lover. His normally stoic face is gone, replaced by relaxed eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, one cheek puffed up as it’s squished into his lover’s chest and his head is nuzzled into the crook of their neck. His arms disappear underneath the blankets, but judging by the fact that his lover’s arms were around him, Eren surmised that the Captain’s arms were most likely wrapped around his lover as well.

He looked innocent— cute, almost, and if Eren didn’t have to train under him everyday he might have actually believed that the Captain’s innocent sleeping face could be taken at face value.

Eren recognizes you, as well. He’s seen you around the base with your own squadron, an elite soldier with your own team of other elite soldiers. You’re known around the base as the squad leader who works their team to the ground, training your members so hard that they genuinely considered going to Captain Levi for comfort. But it wasn’t for naught, of course. Your squad’s survived longer than Captain Levi’s (again, may they rest in peace), barely making it out complete when the fiasco with the Female Titan occurred.

“Oi, Eren.” A voice behind him speaks, and Eren is briefly caught off guard as he turns around and makes eye contact with his comrades. Most likely, they got impatient with waiting for him and decided to see if he’d been murdered already.

Great, so now they decide they weren’t scared of going inside the Captain’s room.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean asks.

Eren is still speechless, opting to instead shakily point his finger towards the bed where Levi lay wrapped in your arms.

“H-he’s... he’s—“ “He’s what?”

He gulps and sighs deeply, speaking out so quietly his friends almost didn’t hear, speaking out in a mere shaky whisper as he utters his words.

“He’s a little spoon.”

Chaos is what Eren would use to describe what happened next. His comrades immediately jumped to stand next to him and take a look at the sight on bed, crowding around them as if they were a soap opera.

“Oh my god, he looks so...” Sasha starts in awe, hands on her cheeks and stars in her eyes but unsure how to finish her words.

Eren nods his head, understanding her speechlessness. “Innocent.”

Silently, his friends nod as well. But he couldn’t just stand here and gawk at Captain Levi’s sleeping form, he came here with a mission. “We need to wake him up. He’s already really late.” He says, more to himself than to his friends. He doesn’t wait for his comrades to exit the room as he gently places a hand on the Captain’s shoulders to shake him awake.

“Captain Levi—“

Eren learns his mistake too late as Levi’s eyes immediately snap open, hand clamping down on Eren’s and twisting it behind his back to disarm him.

“Eren!” Mikasa yells behind him, making a move to free him from Levi’s iron clad grip. From the corner of his eyes, Eren sees the person lying down next to Levi quickly sit up and throw something silver, flying past his comrades and towards Mikasa’s head, embedding itself deep within the wood next to her face.

Eren stares at his friends, all silent, frozen with fear, and rooted to their spots as their mouths hang open.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Levi sneers, pushing down on Eren’s arm.

“C-captain, you’re late for the—“ “Holy shit, we’re late for the meeting.” You cut in, eyes wide in realization.

The Captain briefly glimpses at you and clicks his tongue as he releases Eren from his grip, the young soldier immediately slumping to the ground in relief. His arms and legs felt like jello and he could already feel himself melting into the wooden floor.

“Can someone explain to me why you brats thought it would be a good idea to enter my private quarters?” Levi glares. “Without my permission?”

Oh shit. They didn’t think this through.

A cold shiver runs down the soldier’s spines as they unanimously realize their mistake, something that Eren undoubtedly would’ve felt as well if he wasn’t too busy gawking at the realization that Captain Levi was shirtless (probably naked underneath the sheets), and you were shirtless as well (also probably naked underneath the sheets).

Levi catches Eren’s eyes staring at you, and he silently pulls the blanket over your chest and up to your collarbones without breaking his glare at the cadets.

Fuck. Eren thinks, eyes snapping to the ground as a blush creeps up his neck. Captain Levi’s definitely going to cut off both my ears now.

Conny, apparently already cracking under the pressure, flails his arms and yells as he tries to make a run for the door. Before anyone could even blink, another silver blur whizzes through the air, stabbing the wood directly in front of Conny as he freezes.

It was a knife. A fucking butter knife. Why the hell the Captain and his lover keep a butterknife next to them on the bed is something Eren doesn’t want to know.

“Since none of you lot have tongues,” Levi speaks. He’s not going to get an explanation soon. “We’ll discuss punishment later. For now,” He stands up, grabbing a still flustered Eren by the collar and dragging him towards the door, pushing out the rest of the team as well.

Eren doesn’t have time to be relieved about the fact that Captain Levi was not, for a fact, naked and was wearing black boxers. He was too busy getting pushed out the Captain’s bedroom and dragged through the office before finally getting thrown out into the hallway.

“For now, you leave me alone. I have a meeting to attend to.”

Levi slams the door shut at his awestruck soldiers, breathing in a frustrated sigh as he rests his hand on his forehead. He was getting a headache. He feels arms wrap around him from behind, hands resting on his chest. He sighs once more, this time in content, as he leans into your touch.

“Hey,” you kiss neck. “Thought you said you locked the door.”

“I did.” He turns around, still in your arms, and gently places his hands on your face as he kisses your nose. “Someone must’ve accidentally unlocked it when they were trying to grab onto something. Y’know, when they were getting fucked from behind.”

You chuckle. “Well, I’m sure that someone probably got sweet talked into getting fucked against the door.”

You break away from his arms after giving him a kiss, making your way back inside Levi’s bedroom, no doubt to get dressed for the meeting.

He stares at you as you walk, still naked and looking gorgeous. His face may be stoic but his heart was leaping, the gold ring on your left hand that matched his own glimmering in the light.

Your head peaks out from behind his bedroom door. “Round two before the meeting?” You ask cheekily.

Levi rolls his eyes as he makes his way to the bedroom as well, patting your bum as he passes by. “No. We’re already late.”

Eren clutches the pillow to his head, exhausted from the laps he’d done. He glances around the room, eyeing the tired faces of his comrades.

As punishment for invading your privacy, Captain Levi assigned them laps around the base until sundown plus two weeks of stable duty. As punishment for invading his privacy, Captain Levi deemed them unworthy of having their own private space and made the entire squadron bunk together in the small room beside his own.

Well, the entire squadron except for the Captain himself, at least.

Eren was pretty sure the room they were made to sleep in indefinitely was supposed to be a supply closet of some kind, but it fitted enough bunk beds for the entire team and was deemed a worthy location to carry out the rest of their punishment.

“How long do we have to sleep here?” Sasha asked dreadfully, hands covering her ears in attempts to block out the noises coming from the other room. The sound of a squeaky mattress and a wooden bed slamming against the adjacent wall continued.

“Until we learn our lesson,” Jean quotes the Captain. He himself looked extremely tired but he wasn’t trying to cover his ears like the rest of them were, undoubtedly because he’d already given up on getting a good night’s rest if the bags underneath his eyes were anything to go by.

“I don’t even care how long we have to sleep here anymore.” Conny interjects tiredly. “I just want to know when they’ll ever stop.”

As if to prove his point, a moan is heard through the walls. The soldiers flinch, still not accustomed to the sound. Mikasa silently runs her hands through Eren’s hair to calm him down.

“They’ve been at it for hours,” Jean whispers in horror. “How much stamina do those two have?”

Armin sighs, the bags under his eyes feeling heavier by the second. “They’re elite soldiers who’ve trained for years. They have more stamina than all of us combined.”

The whole room heaves out a collective groan, finally accepting that they weren’t getting any sleep tonight.

In the other room, Captain Levi bangs his fist against the shared wall. “Oi,” he calls out. “Shut up, you brats. We can hear you.”

Levi thrusts his hips, eyes glancing down at your pleasure-struck face as he grinds into you more. The action causes you to throw your head back and let out a desperate moan, finger nails scratch down his back. He grabs your hands to pin them to the sides of your head, leaning down to whisper “Not too harsh, darling. We don’t want you leaving marks now, do we?” He continues his pace, the bed’s wooden frame slamming against the wall as he once again speaks to his soldiers.

“We have thin walls, y’know.”

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