#if you've never seen one before they just hook it up to like a regular commission pickup and tour it around

[unknown-limes]

Joy is stored in the Arkansas Game & Fish Commission Mobile Aquarium

#caffeinated hallucinations #arkansas #fish #mobile aquarium #i saw one of these driving by on my way out of work yesterday and i haven't been able to stop thinking about it #it was full of pike n bluegills too #i couldn't stop grinning the whole way home #if you've never seen one before they just hook it up to like a regular commission pickup and tour it around #usually you'll see them at like educational events for kids #i think the picture i used is from when they parked one near a free vax clinic #folk WILL come out just to look at the fish #i get so genuinely happy every time i see one

[satosugusandwich]

𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔐𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔞𝔫…

True Form!Sukuna x Fem!Afab!Reader (This is an AU!!! Sukuna is not a homicidal maniac cannibalistic murderer! I think he’s sexy and my morals say no dick from crazy murderer BUT dick from crazy 😍)

CW: violence in this chapter, threats, bloodiness, implied sexual violence and objectification

Description: You've been friends with Yuji Itadori for some time now and have seen the best, the worst, and the strange in all your years of knowing him. You've never thought he was one to have any crazy secrets and well... you were wrong. And now the demon bound to Yuji is bound to you too! How fun! Good thing that you aren't stupid and won't fall for a being that by no means should you have ever interacted with! Right? Right...?

*despite this being an aged up version of yuji, there will be no sexual stuff involving him, also the violence is only in the first chapter with a few mentions after that!!! Cross posted on Ao3 under Spicycrunchroll! THERE WILL BE LOTS OF SMUT LATER ON!*

Chapter 1: Never Again.

Poor you, stuck with a gay best friend and his gay boyfriend and exclusively terrible, gross men. The struggle of getting a good man was hard enough, let alone getting some good dick. Even gay men will tell you how bad some dudes are. Its one thing to finish in 2 minutes and cry after, at least there's sympathy, but a whole other thing to just be kicked out of the guy's house immediately and left wearing d r y panties with cum on your shorts. Yeah, never hooking up again, you tell yourself each time. Now, you found yourself wiping the oil off your face with a clammy hand while dialing Yuji's number, having just been booted out this guys house in the middle of the night. It rang only about twice before he picked up.

"Please don't tell me something bad happened." He said on the other line.

You sighed, walking to the end of your date's driveway and sitting on the ground. "Worse than usual. Can you pick me up? I'll send you the address." Your head hung low and your eyes felt heavy, wanting to cry but not having the energy to do so. At this point, you're never fucking anyone again. Let alone agreeing to suck them off before you get off. "I should've known that all his talk were lies."

You could hear him breathe in. "Yeah, I'm coming. Wanna stay over?" He asked jubilantly, as if to raise your spirits.

You smiled softly. "Could you stay at my place instead?"

"Hell yeah!"

You said your goodbyes and opened your phone, aimlessly scrolling on social media while looking for something to distract you from the disappointment of being used up and left to the corner, dehumanized again by a shitty man with a big ego. God, it made you sick. It wouldn't take long for Yuji to get to you, but it wasn't fun waiting either. Each minute ticked on by as if an hour had passed and all you wanted to do was throw away your shorts and shower off the stench of vape juice and alcohol. You didn't want to get in his car and start sobbing about how you wished you never did what you did, not because Yuji wouldn't listen, but because of your own embarrassment. Itadori has always been kind and much more level-headed (at least with this, he's usually just as stupid as you) so its extra embarrassing to have to tell him you sucked off a guy who didn't even get you wet. At least he was clean, you tell yourself, deleting Tinder from your phone for the last time. Never again will you take subpar dick from grown men who act like children! No, from now on, your body only allows worthy men, men that would worship you like you'd worship them!

After sulking for another five minutes, the engine of a car in the distance rumbled in your ear. Straightening your back, your head turned in the direction of where it’s approaching. It’s approaching way too fast for a regular suburban neighborhood. Rising to your feet to take a step back, it already turned down the street you happened to be on and you could hear sirens go off in your head, especially as you noticed that none of their lights were on and they definitely didn’t have tags. The van sped past you but they started to slow down before they reached the end of the street. You felt your heart rate surge when you realized they came to a complete stop. At that moment you realized that they were turning around.

Quickly, your legs brought you to the house you had just left and you banged on the door for a few seconds and screamed.

“Hey! Let me back in!!! It’s not safe!” The roar of the car started again and your intuition told you to run so that’s what you did.

Fuck, who knows who these mother fuckers are! Your mind is racing thinking about what they could potentially do if they caught you. Did they know you were here? Did they just happen to see you? Or… did the motherfucker inside of that house tell them you were here? Oh fuck… that’s why he kicked you out.

Tears started falling from your eyes as you ran through these people’s yards, you could see lights coming on in some houses, but it was no use because the car behind you stopped and three men came out the side door. You prayed that your human survival instincts would kick in and catapult you to go faster than you were, but they were bigger than you and right on your tail. Your legs ached and burned, practically sprinting and trying not to trip in the road. You didn’t dare look behind you, scared to slow yourself down, and scared of them. You kept on running and running until you reached the end of the road and saw headlights.

“Yuji!” You screamed, recognizing the shape and color of his car. With you out in the road, he stopped abruptly and you could see his body jerk with the impact. The men behind you cursed themselves but you felt hands on you faster than Yuji could process what was going on.

“Get her now! He’s coming behind us we’ll throw her in!” The man lifted you and you screamed again, but a hand swiftly covered your mouth. Yuji was out of the car and lunged at the guy holding you captive but was quickly stopped and apprehended by the other two.

“The kid has some fucking balls!” The biggest of the guys holding Yuji shouted, earning a strong blow to the chin. You thrashed against the man’s body as the large van from earlier came up right behind you.

Yuji looked at you as blood dripped from his nose. “Y/n! I got it, I promise!”

You held out hope and believed him even as you were thrown inside the van and the driver pulled away from the scene, leaving the two men with Yuji and you with a man wearing all black pressing you into the floor of the van. Tears spilled from your eyes, angered and terrified at the same time.

“Looks like we got a real good catch!” The driver harrumphed. “Bet she’ll go for a pretty penny.”

Your mind practically stopped when you heard those words. You were going to be sold, like an object, like a slave. The horror of it all made your body go numb and eyes go wide and then you closed them.

“Please.” You begged. “Please let me go.” Your voice was hoarse and you could taste your own tears as your mouth opened.

“No can do. We were told that you’d fetch a high price with your skills. Don’t worry, some girls get a good owner.” His voice was menacing and cold, but he spoke as though he actually fucking believed it. He didn’t even laugh at your pain like a monster would, he was just indifferent, emotionless.

“Please.” You begged again. “I can’t do it, please let me out!” This time your voice raised. “Help!” Your mouth was stuffed with cloth and your face was buried more into the floor as he bound your wrists.

The driver started to chastise the other man. “Why didn’t you gag her right away, the dumb bitch is louder than a dying cat!”

The other man cussed back. “Shut the fuck up, there isn’t nobody coming after us!”

The van stopped so fast you and the man were flung to the front of the car, colliding with the back of the front seats.

“What the fuck!” The man that was holding you down swore. His arms were now off you and the bindings he attempted were loose enough that you released your wrists and went for your gag. “No you don’t!” He reached for your clothes, yanking you back. Before you were held against your will again, the entire van split down the middle, from door to door. The back half of the van was flung off to the side before it became a cut up mess in the middle of the road.

Then you saw him. His hair was the same color as Yuji’s but was much less controlled. You could see what looked like four arms and a giant smiling mouth in the middle of his stomach. Every single person in the van went still and silent, staring at him. The creature looked inside and dead at you, bright red eyes gleaming in the moonlight. All four of them. Even the two on the side of his face that looked almost like a mask. He can’t be real. The tattoos all over his body were arranged in such a pattern that it was beautiful but something that scared you even more.

The creature spoke. “Now.” His gaze shifted from you to the man holding you. “I prefer it when I can get a good fight out of my opponents, but you lot are pathetic.” He looked disappointed. “Normal humans…”

No one spoke and he pouted. “Not a single retort? None of you pathetic excuses of flesh can say a word? You had a lot to say about selling the woman, can’t you entertain me? Or are your brains so simple you can’t think outside of making money off selling one of your own?”

Their own? Did he mean… humans?

The man behind you was shaking. And you could definitely feel his pants getting wet.

The creature before you sucked his teeth. “Boooring.” He narrowed his eyes. “And pathetic.” The vehicle was slashed once again, this time cutting into thirds, leaving you and the man holding you isolated in the middle while the other two thirds, including the driver collapsed around you. You heard squelches of flesh from the front and gasping. “You said she sounded like a dying cat, hm? Since you prefer the quiet so much, I thought I’d help you.” The creature chuckled.

The man holding you finally let you go, and he turned around to see the driver. You didn’t look. You knew what the creature did. Scurrying away, you realized headlights were approaching again and… it was Yuji!

“Ahhh, the brats already here. Well, I can’t kill you lot so how about I leave the piss-soaked one with a lesson.”

You didn’t know if you should thank the monster or run from him. You decided to run toward Yuji’s car.

Another crack resounded in your ears and then a gut-chortling scream resounded from behind you. “There we are. Something nice and fast. I hope they don’t find you until the morning.” You didn’t want to know what he did, you didn’t want to dare to turn around, all you cared about was the car door opening for you and Yuji’s comforting presence.

He looked so relieved to see you. “Y/n. I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner. Don’t worry about those guys. I got you now. Sukuna won’t kill them, he can’t, but they’ll never ever do anything like that again to anyone.” Those were the first words to meet your ears. You didn’t say anything, all you did was sob in the seat next to him as he drove off and away from the scene. You didn’t ask anything. You didn’t want to. All that mattered was getting the fuck away from this and home and into a clean bed.

You could care about this later.

“I would’ve killed them if it wasn’t for this contract.” Your heart jumped out of your chest as the monster’s voice resounded in the backseat. “Sorry you don’t get the pleasure of knowing they’re dead.”

#jjk #jjk x reader #Sukuna x reader #Sukuna smut #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryoumen smut #Sukuna x reader smut #jjk smut #yuji itadori

[myosotisa]

Make Up the Rest - e.m.

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader -- 18+ minors dni

‖ summary: You've never been one for a one night stand, but the man across the bar with the crooked grin makes it seem so appealing. What's the harm in trying?

‖ tags: AFAB!reader, strangers to lovers, smut. implied alcohol consumption (no mention of being tipsy or intoxicated), protected p in v (we encourage wrapping irl), dirty talk, pet names (angel, sweetheart, baby), praise (good girl), a little bit of primal play if you squint?, fluffy as hell, no y/n

‖ word count: 6.2k (it was supposed to be 2k but it got away from me so fast)

‖ this one goes out to the babes @breddiemunson @blueywrites @abibliophobiaa @fracturedarkness

cross posted on ao3

From the very first moment he approached you at the bar, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he had done this kind of thing before.

Admittedly, you’d been caught looking first. He was hard to miss, even in the dark and the crowds. The energy around him absolutely vibrated, from the way his head tipped back in a laugh to the familiar interactions he had with the bar staff.

A regular. Well liked. Energetic. Funny, sarcastic. Unapologetically himself. And just oh, so pretty.

After already being able to steal a few moments to admire him from afar, your luck was bound to run out eventually. And the first time the two of you made eye contact, it hit you like ice down your collar. Oh god, you thought, he probably thinks I’m a creep now, observing him from across the fucking room. But he was magnetic, a force of gravity of his own, and you couldn’t stop yourself from searching him out again.

When you made eye contact the second time, and this time you didn’t immediately shy away, you watched the edge of his mouth tilt up in a smirk, the deep laugh lines in his cheeks only drawing more attention to the movement. His eyes flicked down, then met yours again before he returned to the conversation happening next to him. You forced yourself to focus back on your own friends at the same time.

The third time, he was looking at you first. You were sure he probably could’ve seen your face get hot from across the room – probably had noticed from how quickly his sly smile returned. His head tipped slightly to the side, his glass raised a bit higher. An acknowledgment. One you didn’t know the protocol to return. Your cheeks absolutely burned as you averted your eyes, racking your brain for some way to respond that wasn’t weird or would give the wrong idea. You didn’t even know what idea you were trying to give. Settled for a two fingered wave above your own glass, one that you weren’t sure he’d even be able to see. He did, that smile of his splitting to reveal just a sliver of his teeth told you so.

You definitely hadn’t done this kind of thing before. You weren’t a virgin, had dated, but never done the hooking up at a bar thing. You were absolutely out of your depth and it was all you could do to remain on your stool when he tapped on your shoulder.

A genuine greeting and introduction, a toothy grin as he told you his name. You managed not to stutter as you repaid the favor. He asked to join you, made a joke about spotting you from across the bar, like you didn’t already know how the two of you had seen each other. He settled onto the stool next to you, his knees spread wide, his elbows resting on the bar behind him. There was a certain ease to his movements, a certain level of comfort and confidence that was wholly unfamiliar to you.

All of this was so unfamiliar to you.

Bracing for awkward small talk, asking where you work, the other mind numbing bullshit, you were pleasantly surprised when he asked you if you wanted to know a secret. The twinkle of mischief in his big, brown eyes – the way he leaned in just a bit to speak it lowly to you in the crowd. It had you leaning in too, drawn into him. Eager to hear what he had to say, to see what he might do next.

He pointed out a man sitting by himself closer to the door. Noted how he kept nervously glancing between his phone and the entrance. Insisted he was meeting someone here for a blind date and he was terrified of being stood up. He’d borrowed a friend's blazer for it, the fabric way too loose around his shoulders.

Then he shifted your attention to an older couple in the corner – two widows, he explained. They had spent years alone before coming to an agreement that they would try something new, accepting it would never be the same. They’d been feeling it out for a few weeks so far but still hadn’t been in each other's beds. You watched the pair dip their heads together, the woman’s mouth moved and the man started to laugh. The small, sad smile on her face as she watched him throw his head back almost broke your heart right in half.

Your companion nudged his elbow against your bicep, drawing your attention to a booth in the back next. There was a crowd of rowdy women, each looking more drunk than the last. A bachelorette party based on the gaudy white sashes looped over their club wear. The bride was the blue-eyed blonde in the middle, her left hand raised to force her friends to ooh and ahh over her way-too-expensive ring for the 100th time that day. But then he pointed out the red head towards the edge of the booth, the empty shot glasses in front of her almost doubling her companions as she swayed in her spot. She looked absolutely miserable, barely holding it together. In love with the blonde’s fiancé, he supplied, a pitying look as he slightly shook his head, the low bun of curls at the base of his skull shifting with the movement.

You asked him how he knew all this, asked if he had spoken to every single person in this bar.

“Everyone has a story, angel,” his head rolled toward you, a lazy smile on his face. “Sometimes you just have to follow the clues and make up the rest.”

You rolled your eyes as he huffed a laugh, ecstatic at how readily you’d believed his game. How enthralled you had been as he weaved his tales. Allowing you to secretly revel in how pleased he looked at having tricked you. Your gaze tracked back to the bridal party; a brunette in blue nearly shrieking as a Shania Twain song began to play. You settled on the red head, the haphazard placement of her heeled shoes beneath the table. Attention caught on a tattoo on her calf, squinting just a bit to see it better, then shifting to the woven bracelet around her wrist.

“You’re wrong, by the way.” You noticed he was watching you intently as you leaned back – as you brought your glass to your lips in an attempt to look cool. His eyebrows raised in intrigue, a hand waved for you to continue. Taking a moment to swallow the nerves, you leaned in toward him again, as if on instinct. Secrets shared in the dark. “She’s not in love with her fiancé. She’s in love with the bride.”

The smile that lit up his face threatened to blow you away.

 

The experience of your first ‘bar hookup’ had escalated quickly – or maybe it hadn’t and you just didn’t know the pace. He’d asked if you wanted to go for a walk, cool off outside, and you’d accepted without a second thought.

He’d been nothing but a gentleman; holding the door open for you, carefully adjusting so he was walking in between you and the street, casually slinging an arm over your shoulders, asking if it was okay if he kept it there. He made all of it seem so easy, so natural. So familiar. Like you’d both done this together 100 times before.

You laughed so hard at something he said that you stumbled. He held on tighter, redirected you to lean back against a lamppost for support. The denim across your back protected you from the chill of the metal pole, didn’t protect you from the chill of the metal rings on his fingers as he inched just a bit closer, knuckles brushing your jaw. This was the part where you floundered, you fumbled, you froze. A deer in headlights looking up at him like the sickness and the cure.

“Is this okay?” He asked, his palm cupping the side of your neck, the rough pad of his thumb next to your ear. Your breath caught in your throat, kept you from answering vocally, but you nodded as well as you could. His eyebrows drew together just a bit, concern evident on his face. He doesn’t believe you. How could he? You’re shaking like a leaf.

He moved to draw his hand away but you placed yours over it, pressing it firmer to your skin. “I’m… I’m just a little nervous,” you admitted as your eyes flicked back and forth between his. “I don’t normally do this kind of thing.”

His expression softened immediately, his smile kind. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

But no, you knew. You’d known since you saw him across the bar. “I know what I want.”

His chin dipped down as you tipped up, gravitating closer to each other on instinct. “And what is that, angel?”

Before you knew it, your fingers were weaving in the base of his wiry hair. Eddie’s knee was pressed between your thighs, his palms were drawing you even closer by the waist, and his lower lip was between your teeth.

Then you were leading him by the hand down the stairs to the F Train station headed east toward Queens. He had you pressed up against another pillar until the subway arrived, his lips, tongue, and teeth trying to draw more noises out of you – separating quickly with giggles when someone walked by like you were teenagers trying not to get caught making out on school grounds.

Then you were side by side on one of the bench seats, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder. His long fingered hand tapping out a beat where it rested on your thigh as you listened to him hum a song you didn’t recognize.

Then you were rocketing off the train and onto the platform, gasping out with laughter as he caught you by the waist and spun you around. Ignored the heavy looks from bystanders that were probably worried you were genuinely getting kidnapped.

He played along, his voice a rasp against the side of your neck, telling you, “you’ll have to try harder than that to get away from me now, sweetheart.” You tried to ignore that nagging voice in the back of your head that told you how you probably should be nervous or concerned about the joke he was making. That it should be kind of inappropriate or tone deaf. Tried to ignore how it sent a thrill down your spine that settled in a buzzing warmth at your hips instead.

When you finally breached the doorway to your matchbox apartment in Queens, struggling to keep your hands off each other the entire way, it was like a portal to another dimension. He walked right in like he owned the place, taking up space and giving the air of your stale home that same vibration from the bar. It seemed to follow him wherever he went, that feeling – too intense to be contained in a place as small as this. Like one laugh from him would blow out the windows and peal off the roof. One wrong move and it would shatter the furniture and crumble the structure of the place you called home. Powerful, dangerous, terrifying, and just oh, so thrilling.

It took a moment too long for him to notice you didn’t follow him. You’d slipped off your shoes and leaned back against the door to study him as his eyes went everywhere, consuming all until they landed back on you. Taking in clues, you guessed, so he could make up the rest. About who you are, why you’re here, what you’re doing. Part of you wondered what conclusions he came to, what story he would have concocted about you.

The wonder prompted left you as he slowly approached, his hands in his pockets. Calm, cool, collected, at ease. The anticipation built with each step, like a breeze to a flame, like hints at a secret. By the time you could feel the warmth of his skin on yours, your insides were positively quivering in excitement.

One strong hand pressed to the door above your right shoulder, the other cupping your jaw in touch that was gentle. More gentle than it had any right to be. More gentle than you’d probably ever been held.

For the second time tonight, you saw hesitation. A little wrinkle between his eyebrows, his eyes moving rapidly back and forth between your own. “You’ll tell me if I do something that you don’t like? If you want to stop?” His request was so earnest, filled with more concern and care than these encounters were supposed to have. At least, that’s what you had thought before tonight. Surely this wasn’t the norm for something like this, with someone you just met. Surely it wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

You found yourself nodding, eyes wide and unable to break away from him as you once again pressed his hand tighter to your jaw. His answering exhale was warm across your skin, your eyelids fluttering closed on instinct. His voice was a rough whisper when he continued. “I need to hear you say it, baby.”

When you opened your eyes again, you were resolute. More determined than before. “I will, Eddie. I’ll tell you if I don’t like it, if I want to stop.”

The concern dropped in a blink, a wolfish grin taking its place. “Fucking stellar.” And as you stifled your laugh, he tipped forward to steal your breath away.

He didn’t kiss you like you expected. Instead, he fastened his lips to the soft skin beneath your ear and grazed the flesh with his teeth. You gasped in surprise, clutched desperately to the back of his leather jacket, tilted your head to allow him greater access. If your knees hadn’t been weak before, they definitely were now. Nearly knocking together as your muscles struggled to endure the onslaught of him.

Almost like he could sense it, he shuffled closer, pressing the full length of his lanky form against you in support as his lips wandered their way down your neck. The palm against your cheek trailed back, a burning path below your ear and around, cupping the base of your skull to press you even tighter to the curious exploration of his mouth. When the press of his teeth against a certain spot produced a soft noise from the back of your throat, his fingers twitched. His lips stretched into a satisfied smile as his free hand moved quickly to press into the soft skin of your waist.

It was a struggle, but you pulled yourself out of your daze and put your own hands into action. Clammy palms met his chest and pressed up, dragging a bit of the black and red tie dye shirt with them as you started to push his leather jacket from his shoulders. His arms reluctantly disentangled themselves from you to allow it, immediately seeking purchase again as soon as he was free. Your denim jacket hit the floor next, then his shoes were kicked off. His fingertips drifted under your shirt and you felt the tingling they produced from your scalp to your toes. Not giving yourself a chance to second guess it, you gripped the hem and pulled it over your head, tossing it away before catching sight of his eyes. They were absolutely glowing in pride.

As his mouth fell to explore new territory, you placed your hands on his narrow hips, leading him away from the door and into the main room. He never looked up once, his gangly legs following your silent direction as he sucked bruises into the skin of your breasts like it would kill him to stop. When his calves met a cushion, he allowed you to press his shoulders down and sat with trust in his eyes, never once hesitating. You straddled his thighs, your hands gripping hair as he took hold of your ass, drawing together from end to end.

The pleasant surprise of the hard length of him pressed into the heat between your legs had you gasping again, your fists tugging at his hair as he choked on a groan.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” You rushed to ask, untangling your hands from his curls to rest on the safety of his shoulders. His eyes were dark, pupils blown out as he took you in. Chest heaving, cheeks hot, red splotches that would surely turn to bruises on your chest. Perched on his lap like a wet dream and worried a little hair pulling was going to scare him off. He would have laughed if he didn’t think that would give the wrong impression.

“No, angel. I liked it,” came his purred reply, the rumble of his chest against yours sending your toes curling. Unable to remain composed if he said anything else, especially not if he said it like that, you rushed in to keep his mouth occupied. Nipped at his lip, snuck your tongue into his mouth, tasted the Jack and Coke he had to have been drinking at the bar. Used your position above him to press harder, take more – pretend you were in control of what was happening right now. And he was happy to let you for all of a few minutes, encouraged by your eager lips and rolling hips that you still wanted this, wanted him.

Your lead was short lived, however, as he managed to make a bit of space between you to remove his own shirt, and you floundered again. The dark ink across his chest and down his arms came to your attention for the first time. He leaned up, mouthing at your jaw while your eyes and fingers explored the art adorning him – a swarm of bats on his forearm, a spider below his collarbone, a dragon wrapped around his bicep like a trailing vine. Black ink and grey shading with bits of red scattered through. Some old, some new, all Eddie.

You must’ve been mesmerized too long because he was chuckling against your skin, the tip of his nose trailing across your cheek. “See something you like?”

And you knew this was the part where you were supposedly to flirtily agree, say something sexy, build on the moment. But you couldn’t find the words, couldn’t force yourself to say anything other than what you thought of first: “They’re beautiful.”

He slowly retreated and you panicked, thinking you’d said the wrong thing, that you’d messed it up. His face said anything but. He was surprised, that much was clear, but with a certain fire in his eyes that threatened to burn you alive as he dove in to kiss you again.

Fumbling fingers reached and grasped at clasps of belts, undoing buttons, pushing and pulling away barriers until he had a hand tucked in your embarrassingly wet panties so he could part your labia with his fingers. “Jesus H. Christ, angel,” he pressed out in a groan as he drew his lower lip between his teeth, “you always get this wet from just a bit of kissing?”

“N-no,” you stuttered in reply as he collected some of said wetness and used it to blaze a trail to your throbbing clit. The contact had you shivering, your core clenching down on nothing as a moan poured out of your mouth against your will.

“So sensitive,” he cooed in a way that was almost condescending. It had your nails digging into his shoulders, your eyes squeezing closed as you shuddered. His nose knocked against yours as he pressed forward, lips barely brushing. “I’m going to take care of you the way you deserve, angel. Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

“I… I need-” You cut off with a cry as he bit down on your shoulder, your hips grinding down into his hand as the receptors for pain and pleasure mixed and tangled. He pressed an apologetic kiss to the mark, encouraging you to continue. “I need your fingers,” you sighed out in a hot and trembling breath, “I need them inside me, please.”

“Good girl,” he praised with a grin, another shuddering moan falling loose from you as he pressed his middle finger in and up and up. Cold metal made contact with the heat of your cunt in a shock to your system. All air left your lungs as his finger curled, searching and seeking until he found the spot that made your voice pitch up and your thighs tremble.

Your hand fisted in his hair as he pulled out and then pressed into it again and again in a steady wave, a soft moan caught in his throat as you took your fist and yanked. His noises, his expert fingers, the warmth of his body against you – he had the pressure building faster than you anticipated. “You want another finger, baby? Think you can take it?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you said it too fast, too desperately, but he reacted just as quickly, adding his ring finger in with his middle and pressing his thumb to your clit in a movement that had you crying out. “Fuck… Eddie, that feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He asked, cheeks flushing as you nodded again to confirm. The whimpered praise and the way you clenched around his fingers had him pressing his hips up for more pressure, his thumb rubbing faster circles onto your swollen clit. It was all you could do to hold yourself upright as the hot pressure in your abdomen built and built. Your hips ground down for more, pressing his hand tighter, chasing the feeling he was all too happy to provide. His free hand wove into the hair at the base of your scalp and used the leverage to tip you back. When his lips wrapped around your nipple and sucked, the sensations overwhelmed you in an instant.

You choked on your cries and held onto him for dear life as your legs trembled and your toes curled, pleasure flowing from your core in wave after wave of warm relief. His thumb left your clit but his fingers continued to stroke you through it, fighting against the clench of your muscles that tried to keep him still. Kept going until you gripped his forearm in a slump, muttering about it being too much. And as you struggled to catch your breath, he pulled his hand from you and brought his fingers to his lips, meeting your eyes as he drew them in and sucked them clean.

“Mmmmm,” he moaned, exaggerating the length of it to further your embarrassment. “You taste almost as sweet as you act, angel.”

Despite the aftershocks of your orgasm still washing over you, you still found it in you to laugh, your smile fueling his. “That was such a lame line.”

Eddie faked astonishment that melted into offense. “That hurts! I give you a genuine compliment and you call it lame.” His smile betrayed him, the mischief back in his eyes as he gripped your hips and pressed you down into his lap again with a roll of his own.

You’d never laughed during sex before, never joked around like this. It felt easy, comfortable. Didn’t take away from the heat of the moment like you thought it might. In fact, it only seemed to add to the intimacy of it. Made you crave more – more jokes, more comfort, more pleasure.

“I think I know of a way I can make it up to you,” you said, trying to put on your best impression of a seductive purr as you trailed your hand down his chest and toward the waistband of his boxers. The tips of your fingers just barely had a chance to brush the happy trail of deep brown curls that made their way into his boxers before he gently took your hand with his own. The perceived rejection had you arching back before he wove his fingers between yours and used it to pull you back in.

“As much as I would love that,” he emphasized, his mouth turning up in a sheepish smile, “I’m about 2 minutes from blowing my load here and I really, really want to fuck you.” The shock of him speaking it so plainly, so easily, had your cheeks burning and your eyes darting elsewhere. “I just made you cum on my fingers and now you’re gonna get shy?” A laugh of happy disbelief left him as he used his dry hand to tip your chin back toward his eye contact. “You’re cute.”

“Cute?” You parroted back, a bit crestfallen. You wanted him to be calling you sexy, hot, or something more grown up than ‘cute’. Isn’t that how these things go? It felt like a failure to be called cute.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, oblivious to your internal doubt. “So cute I want to eat you out until you’re begging me to stop.” Your concern was knocked out of you like a punch to the gut as your breath caught in your throat, your eyes wide as saucers. “But, unfortunately, no time for it,” he continued, looking utterly pleased with himself over your reaction. “So can I fuck you into your mattress, angel?”

Brain reeling, scrambling, trying to recover, you froze. It took a few moments of him rubbing firm circles into your palms with his thumbs for you to regain the ability to nod to agree. His eyebrows raised, the request for vocal acknowledgement ping ponging around in your brain as you tried to remember how to speak. He seemed perfectly content to wait, a patient smile on his face despite the straining of the tent in his boxers. “Yes,” you managed to choke out, his grin going sharp again, “please fuck me, Eddie.”

“And so polite about it too, so sweet.” That mockingly warm voice was back, knocking the ground out from under you as he nudged you to stand. Scrambling to your feet, you stood between his knees as he also rose, hot skin meeting hot skin again as if those few moments without were just too much.

He dipped to kiss you and you dodged it with a shift to the side. He looked confused until he caught sight of your small smile, the mischief. He grabbed for you but you moved faster, ducking away from his reach and toward the tiny kitchen. He was right on your heels as you cried out a laugh, somehow getting back around him so the couch was between the two of you, your bed behind you.

Your chest heaved, adrenaline pumping, and you were ready to run circles around the couch if you had to, but Eddie had another plan. In a move that had you frozen in surprise, he vaulted your couch and used the momentum to press you back onto your bed, his arms caging you in on either side.

“Gotcha,” his eyes were wild, his presence dominating and intense. He looked down at you and you felt small and scared and helpless and so fucking turned on you could hardly think.

“Got me,” you confirmed, voice soft. “What are you going to do with me?”

His eyes scanned you up and down. It felt like a test. Were you actually scared or was this a part of the game? You gave the smallest dip of your head, an acknowledgement. I want this.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered, “I’m going to get a condom.”

You scrambled to obey, scooting back across the duvet with your palms as he went searching for his jeans in the pile of clothes. You barely had a chance to feel self conscious about how you looked or what you should be doing before he was bounding back to the bed and jumping in, sending you bouncing as you laughed and pulled him closer.

He pressed in to kiss you as he tucked his fingers into your panties, shifting them down your legs as best he could without disconnecting your mouths. You reached toward his boxers, blindly pulling them down as well until you were both ungracefully kicking your underwear off your ankles. Pulling away, you glanced down at his cock and god fucking damn it, he just had to go and be pretty there too this motherfu-.

You gripped him at the base, a surprised shiver running down his spine as you slowly slid your hand up, your thumb wiping across the pre-cum leaking from the head. A choked moan broke out of him as he gripped your wrist tightly. “Angel, what part of ‘about to blow my load’ are you not getting?” A breathless laugh interrupted him as he extracted your grip. “I really don’t want this to be over before I get to feel your sweet pussy again. You gonna let me fuck you until you cum?”

Mindless, ready, wanting, you said, “Yeah, yes, I want it-”

Your begging had him fumbling the condom in his haste to put it on, leaving you a moment to drag your nails lightly down his inked covered chest in a move that seemed to only make it harder for him to accomplish his goal. Then he was grasping your hips, manhandling you onto your back and slotting himself between your legs. The mushroom tip of him dipped to collect some of the slick that continued to leak from you and dragged it up to bump against your clit. The width and warmth of his cock pressing into you had your back arching off the sheets, your core spasming around nothing. “Eddie, please!”

Needing no further encouragement, he breached the ring of muscle at the entrance of you, both of you gasping at the feeling. It was a stretch for sure, but not an uncomfortable one, not after your orgasm. He took it slow, pressing in inch by overwhelming inch until he bottomed out, the curls at the base of his cock pressed to your clit.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn tight,” Eddie wheezed out, his eyes squeezing shut as stayed buried in you, unmoving. He gave you a moment to adjust to the pressure, both of you breathing heavy as he massaged the tense muscles in your thighs. Testing, you clenched around him, endlessly pleased with the way he hissed and fell forward onto his forearms, face tucking into your neck. “You’re trying to fucking kill me, I swear.”

“Eddie,” you whimpered, rolling your hips up into him, “please move.”

A strangled moan left him as he pulled out a few inches and pressed back in hard, punching the air out of your lungs. Encouraged by your noises, by how your body reacted, he set into a steady pace, going for depth and pressure over speed. Moans and mumbles of praise spilled from between your lips as he panted into your neck, the feeling of being filled to the brim overwhelming all rational thought. He collected himself enough to push his upper body upright again, drawing his knees forward for support as he gripped your hips and pulled you into his lap. The position allowed for more leverage as he pounded into you, your body rocking with every thrust.

“You feel so fucking good, you’re gripping my cock so tight,” Eddie’s voice was wavering, sweat collecting at the hollow of his collarbones as he drove into you over and over. Your moaning got louder as he spoke, so he took that as his cue to continue. “You like it when I talk dirty to you, angel? Like when I tell you how sweet your little pussy is, how good you’re making me feel?”

“Yes!” The answer burst from you at the height of one of his thrusts, your head thrown back. “I really like it, Eddie.”

“So fucking pretty, so sweet, so good for me,” the words tumbled out of him, his pace turning frantic. One of his hands released its death grip on your hip to trail across you, long fingers splayed out toward your stomach as his thumb made contact with your clit again. You cried out in reaction, your body arching and you couldn’t tell if it was trying to get away from the intense pleasure or get more of it. All you knew was your second orgasm was approaching quickly and it had you gasping for air.

“Want to feel you cum on my cock, fuck. Can you do that for me?” Completely unable to say anything other than curses and his name, you nodded urgently, your hands reaching down to dig your nails into his forearms. “Yes, fuck yeah baby, I can feel you squeezing me. Oh shit,” he moaned, long and loud, his head thrown back. “Cum on me, angel. Please give it to me, let go.”

And you did. It swept you under like a tidal wave, your arms and legs going numb as all of the sensation in your body crowded into your hips and then exploded like a star through the rest of you. White-hot feeling raced through your veins as you cried out his name, your cunt clenching down on his cock so tight he almost couldn’t move. You heard him curse, stutter a praise, cry out your name as his fingertips pressed bruises into your hips. He came, hot cum spilling into the condom, his hips rolling into yours as you rode out both of your orgasms until your legs fell boneless to the sheets and he collapsed forward onto you.

Ignoring the stick of sweaty skin against sweaty skin, you draped your arms over his back and held him as he tried to catch his breath. You felt warm, weightless, stated, and tired. The weight of his body pressing you down into your mattress threatened to put you right to sleep, but he was pulling away too soon. Sliding out of you as you both grimaced, leaning back onto his heels as you made eye contact again.

A bright smile came to you, feeling better than you had in weeks. “Hi,” you said, still a bit breathless.

He gave a throaty laugh, a smile lighting up his face too. “Hi to you.” He ran a hand back through his hair and you shamelessly watched the lean muscle of his arm and the stretch of his torso as he did so. “Got a place I can throw this?” He asked, gesturing to the condom as he began to ease it off.

“There’s a trash can in the bathroom, if you wanna clean up?”

An answer and he was stumbling off the bed with all of the grace of a baby cow, a bashful smile thrown your way when you started to laugh before he closed himself into the bathroom of your tiny apartment. You sunk down into your sheets, closing your eyes and basking in the afterglow. Listened to the sound of the sink running and then squeaking as he turned it off, the door swinging open again. Waited for the dip of your bed to indicate his return.

When it never came, you propped yourself up on your elbows to see where he was. Eddie already had his boxers on and was easing his tight black jeans up his legs, doing a little hop to get the material over his heels. His ringed fingers pulled up the zipper and pushed the button through, his head and shoulders bending forward as he started to fiddle with his belt.

His back made a long and beautiful arch in the soft lighting that came in through your window, his surprisingly broad shoulders rising and falling with even breaths beneath the wild curls of his hair. He looked so fucking pretty you couldn’t stand it.

Pulling your sheet over to mostly cover you, you sat up to face him. “Are you leaving?” You asked, trying not to sound too disappointed or confused. You had thought this was going well, that the two of you had really connected. Were you reading the signs wrong?

His head jerked toward you in surprise. His big, brown eyes went wide as he suddenly looked unsure, floundering in his haste to figure out what was happening. “I, uh… I thought that you’d…”

Small, hopeful, you offered, “You can… stay? If you want.”

Unmoving from where his hands rested on his belt, he took you in. His smile was small, hopeful. “Do you want me to stay?”

A bigger smile, a confident nod, and a little pat on the bed next to you was all it took for him to basically tear the jeans back down his legs. A blush high on his cheek bones, a grin in his voice, he yelled, “Brace for impact!” Then dove back into your bed in his boxers. You playfully cried out, trying to roll out of the way but he dragged you right back in, covering your neck with kisses and molding his body to yours.

“Eddie, Eddie! That tickles!” You tried valiantly to squirm out of his grip but to no avail, his arms were locked tight around your waist as his kisses slowed and the excitement faded to a pleasant contentment.

“I, uh… I don’t normally do this kind of thing.” He admitted in an echo of you, his voice soft against the back of your neck. “The staying over, I mean. It’s normally a ‘that was fun, see you never’ kind of deal.”

Feeling a bit uneasy, you’re grateful you were facing away from him when you asked, “would you prefer if it was that?”

“No, angel,” he sighed out, tugging you even closer to him and humming happily when you snuggled in. “This is perfect.”

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[bokutosmochi]

GOOD BOY

what's it? smut

allergen warning/s? fem!reader [no pronouns mentioned], contains seperate drabbles with reader being dom + sub, cervix kissing, name-calling, manhandling, unprotected sex, oral-fixation

sugar level? 0.8k

names for the orders? suna rintaro, tendo satori, tsukishima kei, bokuto kotaro, miya atsumu, semi eita

regulars? @hanayanetwork​

he groans freely as he buries himself to the hilt inside of you, eyes clenched. it's been so long since the two of you have fucked, the week's been busy for him and he wasn't able to spend as much time with you as he wanted, but now that he's here, he wants to make it up to you in more ways than one -- not just with his cock originally, but with the way you jumped into his arms and pulled him in for a kiss that's all teeth and tongue the moment he walked through the front door, he thinks that bullying his fat cock into your aching cunt is one hell of a way to get reacquainted with each other.

slowly, he starts to build up a rhythm. it's nice and familiar, but there's also something hidden there that wasn't always present and it's the longing and the neediness you always you was buried deep inside him ready to implode at any moment.

he fucks you like an animal, his strokes are deep and rough - you can feel the pink tip of his cock brushing against your cervix every time - and panting wildly into your ear. the sound is laced with soft moans coming from both you and him. but then, he grabs your left leg and hooks it over his hip, giving him another angle to fuck you in and it sends your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your hand to grab firm tuffs of his hair. "ah! fuck! good boy! t-that's a good boy." you say it without much care in the world, partially because you don't even recognize the words that just passed through your lips, too busy with the feeling of his cock in your walls. you can feel every single inch of him, and every single pulsing vein that decorates it.

he tenses up before a low growl comes from him.

you've been with this man for a very long time, but you've never seen him react like this, ever. and you've never heard that sound from him either. needless to say, you were equally confused, concerned, and aroused by the deep raspy sound. you don't have much time to think about the things it does to your body though.

the next thing you knew, he has flipped you on your tummy and pulled you up so you'd be on your hands and knees. a heavy hand rests on the back of your head and he applies more pressure on it, shoving your face into the bed as his hand travels down to your neck, holding you there in place. your back is arched perfectly, pussy fully exposed to him so he can do what he pleases with your tight hole. he leans down so his mouth is right next to the shell of your ear the same time he grinds his cock on your weeping cunt making you moan and attempt to clench your thighs together to no avail. "by good boy you better not be thinking i'm being submissive." the sensation, the whisper of his voice on your throat makes you shiver and your pussy pathetically tighten around nothing. he sees this and chuckles, running a finger through your folds and thrusting all the way in. "gonna fuck you dumb for that all night low, brat."

suna, TENDO, tsukishima

he tenses up before a whimper comes from him and his thrusts ceases.

you didn't really noticed what you've said earlier, but now, you're so glad for them though they were for word vomit, if anything. they were still true, spur of the moment thoughts. you cupped his cheek gently, relishing in the way he nuzzled into it and let out a low hum in response. his eyes fluttered shut and a tiny smile graced his face. "you like being called a good boy, baby?" he only let out a small mhmm as confirmation making you chuckle at his current state. this is the first time you've seen him submissive in the bedroom so it was new to you, but you certainly weren't complaining. "c'mon pretty boy, i want you to use your words." you said, running a hand through his hair making the smile on his face grow wider.

his eyelids flutter and in a blink, he's looking down at you with bright eyes. they look like they have stars in them from the way they gaze down at your form. "yeah, i like being called a good boy." a blush covers his cheeks and you think it's the prettiest thing you've ever seen.

you smirk and flip the two of you over. "that's so cute," you run your thumb over his bottom lip, cooing when he sucks it into his mouth. "be a good boy for me then, and i'll give you anything you want."

bokuto, ATSUMU, semi

i get: reblog

you get: a collar

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[kenny-the-ken]

Can I please request a Kenny fic where reader and him are FwB but they catch feelings for eachother and maybe some angst/fluff

Do I Wanna Know?

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!!! Love love love this request!! I'm working through my requests slowly guys because I've currently like 15 in my inbox and my brain is just not computing rn!! Also,,, sorry this is so short guys

You'd both been doing this for a long time, friends with benefits, that's all it was. Just casual sex, no strings attached, but yet you could never bring yourself to be with anyone else the way you were with him. Kenny McCormick was different, he was caring, he understood you on a completely different level than everyone else, but there was one problem, friends with benefits means no feelings or love, you're not dating, they're not exclusively yours, but oh how your heart longed for him to be.

It had been a week from you had both hooked up together, a regular thing, and you'd have hooked up a lot more during that week if Kenny wouldn't have blown you off... twice! Your heart hurt when he did, especially when you seen him out with your other friends, getting high and drinking. It was as if he didn't care... but then again, he wasn't supposed to. You weren't together, you never had been.

Kenny was avoiding you, and you'd noticed, he was normally all over you, clinging to your side constantly, but lately, it was as if you'd been ghosted. Was he not interested in you anymore?

Your heart was hurting, more than it ever had, and as you made your way through the long, twisting college corridors, you seen him chatting to his friends, he hadn't seen you coming, and you approached him quickly enough that by the time he'd spotted you, he couldn't run away.

"Kenny, can I talk to you for a quick second please, in private?" You asked, his eyes wide, and he just nodded meekly as a response, you lead him into a vacant classroom, considering there was a half hour of lunch left, you figured that this would be perfect to not be interrupted or eavesdropped on.

"Y/N, please let me explain why I've been distant-" you cut him off, your bag dropping from your shoulder and thudding on the floor, your hands moving to cover your eyes, trying your best to will the tears from spilling.

"You've been avoiding me! I-If you don't wanna be friends with benefits anymore just tell me!" You half shouted, the tears beginning to slowly fall from your bloodshot e/c eyes.

"No, no that's not it at all, y/n. Just... just please let me explain!" Kenny spoke, his arms pulling you into his chest, and you couldn't help but throw your arms desperately around him, taking in his familiar scent.

"It's just... I know there's supposed to be no feelings and I- I know you don't really do relationships, I get it, Ken, I really do but... when you blew me off and then started avoiding me, I thought maybe you'd found someone else, and my heart couldn't take it, I had to talk to you, and I'm sorry if this weirds you out and you don't want to ever speak to me again but-" You rambled desperately, your voice shaky, the tears still falling from your eyes, leaving a trail on your face.

And Kenny placed his hand under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, cutting off what you were about to say, by making a confession of his own.

"I love you." Kenny whispered, before placing a soft kiss on your lips, your eyes meeting when he pulled away, and your head spun, did he really just tell you that he loved you? Was this real?

"I love you too, Kenny. I-I have for a long time." You admitted, your cheeks red, the tears stilling as Kenny brought his slender, calloused hands to your face, wiping the tears away.

"I've loved you from I first met you... I just didn't think you wanted anything serious." Kenny admitted, and you cursed yourself internally, if only you'd have told Kenny sooner, or he'd have told you, you both could've been together as an actual couple.

But that didn't matter now, as soon as Kenny's lips touched your own, you felt all your worries melt away, his arms pulling you flush to his slim chest, his arms round your waist and your hands tangled in his messy, blond hair.

When you both pulled away, Kenny gave you a large, gappy smile, his cheeks lightly flushed. "So um... do you wanna be my girlfriend?" Kenny asked, earning a small giggle from you.

"Of course I will, Ken. I've waited forever to hear you ask me that."

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[tentacle-crucible]

you love taking hikes through the woods. the green of the forest relaxes you, helping you to let go of the stress of your regular life. you sometimes go on multi-day hikes, setting up a campsite far away from civilization, where no one can stumble upon you by accident. you're on your latest hike, on a new path that you heard about from a friend of a friend. "a lot of surprises" they said. "you'll want to go back to see if you missed anything." you have no clue what they could have meant by it, but the hike was challenging and you picked a lovely spot to set up camp for the night, so you're more than willing to come back again if it means finding something new. you lay out all of your equipment as the sun starts to creep toward the horizon, ready to set up camp for the night.

you realize after laying everything out that you forgot your lantern, meaning that you'll need to find firewood for the night. you sigh and grab your knife, starting toward the trail head. it looks more overgrown than it did when you first walked it, but you shake it off, knowing its likely just a trick of the waning light. you look down, trying to make sure you stay on the trail as best as you can. beneath your feet there are all kinds of thin vines snaking across the path, getting more and more abundant as you go. you look up and notice that the woods around you don't look quite so familiar, and you wonder if you went down a disused side trail. you're a bit worried, but you figure you can just retrace your steps to find your way back. despite knowing that you should probably head back before too much light leaves you, there's something compelling you to stay. you figure you're just curious about the flora, and continue on.

before too long, you look up and realize that not only has dusk set in, but you're in a clearing you're certain you've never been in before. it seems sunken in from the rest of the woods around you, with vines strung up between the trees, nearly blotting out all of the remaining sunlight. there are a couple dangling down, caressing your skin, and they make up a solid carpet under your feet. there's several species, and you investigate a few of them closer, curious to see the differences. one of them seem to have flowers in the early stages of blooming, while there are others that seem to have hooked barbs on them, and yet others that look like ivy.

you notice that some of the flowers seem to be blooming before your very eyes, opening and spreading their petals, and you grab one of the vines, examining it to see what could have caused it. the flower is unlike anything you've ever seen before, and you notice a thick layer of pollen on the inside of the petals. against your better judgement, you lean in and take a deep breath, breathing some of the pollen in. your vision grows foggy as your legs grow weak, and you sink to your knees, the vines soft underneath you. around you, the clearing starts to glow, multicolor lights emanating from inside the flowers. you look around in astonishment, unlike everything you've ever seen. as though it couldn't get any stranger, you swear that you can see some of the vines move, not from a breeze, but on their own. it seems impossible, but you swear that you can feel the vines moving, both around you and underneath you, and as they do, you realize just how hot the air is. you slide your jacket off, then figure that it can't hurt to take off your shirt too. you don't want to overheat and figure that you should stay there for a while so as to not overexert yourself. the vines against your skin are so comforting, and you can't help but sink down further on to the ground, if only to feel them against your bare skin. they feel cool, squirming underneath you as you sink back, letting them surround you. some of them start to climb their way under your pants and into your socks, and you take them off as well. it seems foolish to keep them on if nature is just going to work its way in anyway.

once your clothes are gone, the vines wrap around your limbs, and you try to sit up, but they hold you down, the hooked barbs sinking into your skin. as you start to struggle, you watch as a larger vine made up of several smaller ones coiled together slips into your mouth, going down your throat. the vines start to break off from one another, one group of them sinking down into your lungs, releasing more of the pollen directly into them. almost as soon as it does, you go limp, though you can still feel every one of the vines writhing around on your skin. the other group goes toward your stomach, stopping just short and releasing some kind of liquid. as soon as you feel it start to fill you, your skin grows hotter and more sensitive, and you wonder if you would be able to get your hand away from the vines for long enough to try and get yourself off. as though they can tell what you're thinking, a few of the vines start to dance over your clit, and you gasp, the sensation made even more blissful by the aphrodisiacs the vines gave you. they pull away, and you try to move to feel any sort of friction, but the vines don't seem to want to give it to you. instead, the vines beneath you start to work your ass open as another one curls its way up your leg and slides into your cunt, and you let out a quick gasp. the vines slither around inside of you, filling you and sliding against every inch of your insides, and you moan.

one of the vines slides up to your clit again, barely touching it, but even that makes you tremble with pleasure, desperate to find out just how far the vines will go. it moves delicately, almost as though it's aware that you want to feel it touch you, but that it will be so much better if it makes you wait for it. the vine starts to twitch, randomly hitting your clit as it does, though the vine still down your throat does a good job of stifling the sounds that its pulling out of you. you can feel more of the liquid being released and you melt even further into the vines, unable to think about anything but the feeling of them on your skin and inside of you, still moving around, for what purpose, you couldn't care less. every time the vine touches your clit you can feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm, and you don't know how much longer you can take it teasing you. fortunately, it decides that it's had enough fun playing with you and presses right up against your clit, sliding over it and into your already full pussy to the point where you can see a small bulge where the vines are inside of you. as the vine continues to slide into your cunt, the ones in your ass finally slow down, having filled you as much as you think you can physically take. as you start to get used to the sensations of the vines that are still moving around you, they all start to shake, stimulating you in ways that you didn't know you could be stimulated, and you gasp as every one of the vines inside of you comes at the same time, all releasing their aphrodisiac into you. you can't even make a sound, the orgasm ripping through you and sending every part of you into a heat unlike any you've ever known. after they've emptied themselves into you, the vines keep moving just for you, working themselves over your clit and your inner thighs as the aftershocks burn through you. another orgasm builds and crashes down on you before you can even recover from the first one, and the vines keep you like that, cumming like you never have before, your brain gone, only thinking about the near unbearable pleasure, for hours on end. every now and then, they give you more of their euphoric aphrodisiacs, keeping you mindless while they fuck you senseless. there's cum oozing out of you, both yours and the vines, sticky like sap, making it nigh impossible for the vines to go anywhere even if they wanted to. you eventually pass out from it all, the feeling of everything becoming too much for you to take.

when you wake up, you realize that you're back at your campsite, still naked, but with your clothes folded next to you. you sit up, trying to figure out what happened and how you got there, most of everything past arriving to the campsite a hazed blur to you. you look down and spot some of the sticky sap on your legs, and a few faded memories make their way back into your head. you remember the flowers and the vines in the clearing, and your knees almost grow weak thinking about it alone. you shake your head, figuring it was some kind of insane hallucination brought on by the pollen in the flowers, but still, it wouldn't exactly explain why you woke up with no clothes on. as you start to get dressed again, you think about what your friend said when they recommended you the trail. you figure you can always come back and see if you find anything new on the second trip around.

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[thirstbxtch]

Cash Only

Part II Here

You’re short on cash so you decide to offer Eddie something else instead.

Pairing: Eddie/Reader. No Y/N. Reader is 18+.

Rating: Explicit, 18+ Only.

References to drug use, Blow jobs, Fingering.

Friday night and there's a knock at the trailer door. Not surprising for the line of business he's in, but still he didn't have any scheduled appointments for this evening.

Eddie opens the door to find you, standing on the steps, one hand on the trailer.

"Hey, you have any Speed?" You ask looking up at him.

"Yeah, sure, come on in," Eddie says, motioning you in.

You were one of his regulars. Usually you bought Mary Jane, but sometimes when you had alot of homework or a big test to study for, you wanted Speed. It was mostly just functional.

You follow Eddie back to his room.

"How many do you want?" He asks crouching down to the drawer where he keeps his stash.

"Five."

"Five," Eddie echoes, finding the pills and counting them out before putting them in a little baggie.

He stands, turning to hand you the bag.

"That'll be $75."

You take your wallet out of your back pocket, opening it up and counting the bills within.

Fuck. You're short. You're way short.

You count them again, and then again one more time.

"Is there a problem?" Eddie asks mildly.

You bite your lip, counting one more time just to be sure.

"Shit," you curse to yourself, staring down into your wallet, trying to think of anything else you could offer instead.

You've seen the way boys look at you now, Eddie included. Sometimes he stares too long at your mouth or your chest, or how you can generally feel his gaze when he thinks you won't notice.

And you can't deny you've done some looking yourself. Those soft brown eyes, long brunette hair, lean torso, slender hips. Nimble fingers that have expertly rolled joints for you.

You shut your wallet and slip it back into your back pocket.

"Look, I'm short," you say finally meeting Eddie's gaze, "but I can blow you for it." You offer casually like this is something you do all the time--offer blowjobs in exchange for drugs.

"Woah," Eddie says drawing the baggie back, "you know the rules. No cash, no drugs."

You take a step closer, and Eddie eyes you suspiciously.

"Didn't know you were one for following the rules," you lilt in return.

"Every man's gotta have a code," he replies very matter of fact. "Look, I could sell you less, how much cash do you have?"

You shake your head.

"No, that isn't going to work. I need five. I have to write my research paper this weekend."

Eddie's backed up against his nightstand now, and you just a few inches away.

"Not my problem, princess," he replies, turning to drop the baggie in the top drawer of his nightstand.

You sit on the edge of his bed while he's turned away, leaning back on your arms.

He's turns back to you now, caught off guard by the sight of you on his bed.

Sure you've been in his room before to buy, but you've never been on his bed, looking up at him through lowered lashes the way you are now.

You bite your lower lip now, intentionally this time, releasing it slowly and Eddie's brown eyes track the movement.

"You sure about that?" You ask.

Eddie curses softly and looks down at the floor, shaking his head. You're almost certain he's going to kick you out when he raises one finger.

"Just this one time," he says, lifting his head to look at you.

"Yeah," you say gently, nodding before he can change his mind and reach out to hook two fingers in his belt loop to tug him closer, "just this one time."

He sits on the bed next to you and you dispel any awkwardness by placing a hand on his thigh and turning your face into his neck.

He always smells good like cheap aftershave and cigarettes with the earthy tinge of pot just beneath, but it's so much better this close. Intoxicating. Your nose is brushing the skin of his throat and you can't help yourself, you press a kiss just beneath his jaw, and his breath catches. It's a strangely intimate gesture for a drug transaction, definitely something that Eddie wasn't expecting. You place another lingering kiss below it, sliding your hand higher up his thigh.

Eddie tilts his face up, allowing you more access to the line of his throat, and you leave a trail of kisses down to the collar of his shirt, undoing his belt and jeans. He's already half hard by the time you cup him through his boxers, teasingly stroking him through the fabric, before you pull your hand away, licking the palm, and slipping it past the fabric this time.

He bites back a little sound that goes straight through you and glance up to see him biting his lower lip, eyes closed. You look away before they can flutter open again, stroking him lazily, enjoying the feel of him beneath your hand, and it only takes a few strokes to get him hard.

You slip off the bed and onto the floor. Eddie spreading his legs wide for you to kneel between, watching you with darkened eyes. This should feel wrong. He's not some creep who exploits women for sexual favors. But somehow it doesn't. Not when you're looking up at him like that, like you actually want to be on your knees in front of him. He's gotten off to the thought of it before, but his imagination has been a poor substitute for the reality.

You pull his cock out from the slit in the front of his boxers. He has a nice cock. Grasping it lightly, you lean in, licking the underside of the head deliberately, keeping eye contact with him. Eddie's brows crease together, and he bites his lip again, moaning, continuing to watch as you close your eyes and begin to bob up and down, occasionally swirling your tongue around the tip.

He puts a hand on your head, rings tangling in your hair.

"Fuck," he sighs, "'s good."

Eddie finally closes his eyes and tips his head back. He's not going to last long at all if he continues to watch your pretty mouth swallow his length, and some selfish part of him wants this to last.

You glance up to see Eddie's closed eyes and upturned face, hair falling over his shoulders. Gorgeous. You take the opportunity to discreetly undo your jeans with your free hand and slip it into your panties where you're soaked and aching.

You hum around his length at finally getting some relief, but Eddie doesn't seem to notice, face still upturned. You continue to lick, suck, and stroke him and when you finally deepthroat him, he groans out a string of curses.

"God-motherfucking-damnit, sweetheart, fuck, yeah, so fucking good."

He looks down to see your hollowed out cheeks and your lips wrapped around the base of his cock. Can feel your throat flex as you try not to gag, and then your mouth is sliding back up again, bobbing to halfway a few times, before doing it again.

"Christ," Eddie slurs between labored breaths, fingers tightening in your hair, he wants more than anything to thrust up into that hot, wet mouth of yours.

He shifts his hips experimentally, shaft sliding against your tongue, and you take the hint, stilling for him, and he thrusts shallowly up into your mouth, just grazing the back of your throat. You can feel his cock begin to throb on your tongue and it's only a few more shallow thrusts before Eddie's moaning, loudly, spilling down your throat.

You swallow it all and suck him lightly through the aftershocks until he gives a hiss of oversensitivity, releasing him with a soft pop.

Eddie's catching his breath, looking down at you with wide dark, eyes. At your flushed cheeks and your swollen, spit slick mouth, just begging to be kissed.

You hold his gaze before slipping your other hand out of your panties, and the movement doesn't escape Eddie's notice. He's not sure how he hadn't noticed it before--

"Wait, were you?" He asks lowly.

"Yeah, I was," you admit plainly. No point in trying to deny what he had already seen.

Heat shoots straight down Eddie's spine.

"You think I'm just going to let you walk out of here with that pussy all wet for me," he says hotly and your eyes flicker, still processing his words as he hauls you up onto the bed with him.

He tucks himself back into his boxers before pushing you down against the mattress, pausing a moment before undoing your jeans, silently verifying permission, and you nod.

He pulls your jeans halfway down your thighs, staring at the wet spot soaking through your panties and groaning. He half lays on top of you, supporting himself on one arm as he pushes your panties to the side with his right hand, and slips two fingers inside you, voice cracking as you moan, you'd been so close when you were blowing him, and he doesn't waste anytime curling and pumping his fingers in a quick rhythm.

Your lower back curves away from the bed. His face is so close to yours. Your eyes meet, both dropping to the other's mouth and back again. Fuck. Eddie can't help himself, he kisses you, open and deep and sloppy, tongues sliding together, he pumps his fingers harder, pressing his thumb against your clit.

Your voice comes out embarrassingly high.

"Fuck, Eddie, yes," you keen, blacking out and clenching tightly around his fingers, you can even feel his rings, fuck, it's so good and he strokes you until your eyes flutter back open, then collapses next to you, face pressed against your shoulder.

It's just long moments of the sound of your breath together, and you're not sure what to say, but thankfully Eddie saves you.

"That was worth a lot more than five hits of Speed," he says contentedly.

"Do I still need to bring cash next time?" You ask, somewhat smug.

He nods against your shoulder before looking up at you.

"Sorry sweetheart, blowjobs don't pay the bills," he replies.

You laugh.

"A real businessman, aren’t you? Alright then," you get off the bed, zipping up your jeans, and generally straightening up, "I'll have cash next time." You promise, kissing him on the cheek.

He retrieves the baggie of Speed from his nightstand drawer and places it in your open palm.

"Great," he stands, zipping himself up as well.

Eddie walks you to the trailer door, stepping outside after you to have a smoke.

"Good luck with your paper," he calls, watching you walk away.

"Thanks, Eddie," you call back over your shoulder and get into your car.

Off to the library then.

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𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈

Batman x Teen!Son!Reader

Requested: Yes

Note: I decided to go with just the two of them doing 'normal' family stuff (Let's be honest tho anyone related or is a part of his family doesn't have normal lol) This turned into more of the whole family than just Batman but I hope you like it anon.

"Hey Bruce do you have the list?" you asked him as you pushed the cart. Today was Alfred's day off and as a result, someone had to go shopping with him since the others would've caused chaos Bruce entrusted you to help him out. "Yep," he responded, pulling his cap more down.

As much as you enjoyed non-vigilante tasks you hated the fact that you had to hide your faces just so that paparazzi wouldn't charge at you in any public spaces or the fact even though you were a teen people felt the right to try and harass you even more than they did with your older siblings.

“Great, what do we have first on the list?” Once he told you the list the both of you continued shopping for stuff, and while everything was going smoothly something just had to ruin it.

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“Oh my god is that who I think it is?” A civilian said pointing with her daughter at the both of you, this caused you to freeze up for a second before continuing what you were doing. Bruce noticed this but didn’t comment anything since he didn’t want to bring any more attention to the both of you. Before the lady could try to walk up to the both of you Bruce quickly moved you both in another direction resulting in her losing you both.

Once you finished both the shopping and putting the groceries in the car you sat in the shotgun, just as you were about to put some music on your headphones he stopped you. "How about you play some of those songs you like on here?" He asked. "Um, sure. Do you have anything in mind?" "Not at all, just whatever you want" he replied. You hummed in response and started playing I'll never smile again, this seemed to be of his liking because he nodded in approval and continued driving.

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"Hey, Bruce?" "Yeah?" "Can we go to batburger?" "Sure, make sure to call the others and see what they want and let Alfred know as well". You grinned at this and texted the group chat.

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[This Chaotic Family]

Me: Hey what do you guys want? Me and B-man are at BatBurger

Get me the Cheesy Bat Combo with a coke! :D :Blue-Bird

In that case, I'll just get my regular :Bucket Head

1 Sweet tea and a Bat Pounder thanks (N/n)! :Computer Legend

I don't mind whatever you get for me will do just fine Master (Y/N)

:Alfred The Wise

Whatever is good as long as it's vegan. :Lil Robin

A coffee and Big bat with fries :Wanna-be Detective

Me: Tim unless you've forgotten you've been banned from coffee for this week...

Fine no coffee just get me a sprite then :Wanna-be Detective

Me: Got it

Dr. Pepper and Bat Burger plz :Cass

Get me a Bat-LT with curly fries :D Oh and Duke wants the same!

:Purple Lady

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As you both finished ordering and dropping off the food you both got ready to go on patrol together, as you put on your mask you turned to Bruce who finished putting on his cowl. He nodded towards the Bat-mobile and you entered the passenger seat.

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You jumped from building to building using your grappling hook to get to the farther ones, Bruce was nearby but was doing his own patrol just like you. You finally landed next to him and waited for Oracle or someone to let one of you know of anything going down. While you'd normally get a bunch of people and places you needed to help it seemed tonight was less busy, and that was true for most of the patrol before you heard Batman himself talking to someone. You turned to him, leaned on the wall, and waited. After a little while, he responded. "On my way. Let's go"

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"You needed me, Gordon?" Batman asked. Gordon hadn't seen you yet and you wanted to see just how long it'd take. "Ah yes, thank you, Batman. We have a case that neither my detectives nor me myself can solve." He showed him a file that read as classified. "Arnold Wesker? what does he want?" You asked from behind. "AH! Oh, it's you, hey kid" Gordon responded. "And yeah it's him, says he wanted to speak to Batman himself, no idea why but he won't tell us". You sighed at this, as nice of a guy as he was his puppet was extremely annoying to deal with, even if they've been separated again they somehow always manage to get back together.

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While Batman was talking with Wesker you waited outside of the room and started tossing a coin left to right, the loud clinking noise caught some of the guards' attention. At first, they didn't say anything but after a while, one of them asked to try it and you tossed them it. Most of the guards failed but it seemed to brighten up their day slightly getting to try something new out. When the Bat himself returned he saw one of the guards attempt to pass the coin to the other side and fail miserably. When the guard noticed they slowly went to pick it up and apologized quietly.

Once that whole ordeal was done and the patrol was over you both got back to the manor and started getting ready for movie night. A common tradition in the manor and a welcomed one after Alfred suggested it as a way for all of you to spend quality time.

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"So what are we watching?" Damian asked as he petted Alfred, the cat. "I don't know isn't it Dicks turn to pick?" You responded, sitting next to Cass and passing her the popcorn, to which she smiled in gratitude. "Today, my children we are watching Master Chief!" Dick answered in a mock British accent. "Dude your accent sucks!" Jason laughed. Laughter and giggles filled the room with even Bruce himself laughing a bit at the accent.

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After a few episodes all of them were fast asleep, some on top of the others and others laying on their back, you laying your head on Bruce's shoulder. Alfred walked into the sight and smiled. He saw all of you as one of his own and seeing all of you relaxed and getting some rest brought him some joy. He covered each of you in blankets and took a picture of you all together.

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You've Got Me Hooked - Chapter 16

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Riley McKenzie)

Word count: 2.8K

Warnings: Sex work, Stripper, OnlyFans, Angst, Panic attack

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Riley

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

I’m just cleaning off my last table when Sy walks into the diner. A few heads turn to look at him as he walks by some people dipping their heads in greeting. That’s just what happens in small towns like this. Everyone knows everyone, especially a handsome guy like Sy.

“I thought I could buy ya lunch. You finish in five right?”

“I do.” I smile. I’m more than happy to spend a bit of extra time with him. I was so busy at the club all weekend that we haven’t really seen each other in the last few days.

He gets me a cheeseburger with a strawberry milkshake and for himself he orders damn near everything on the menu. He went to the gym before work this morning and his regular bear-like appetite seems to have grown even more ravenous.

Despite working here multiple days a week, I’ve never actually eaten a full meal. On occasion I’ve eaten soggy fries when the cooks change them out for fresh ones or some leftover milkshake if they made too much but that’s pretty much it. I swear something about the grease feels like a warm blanket for my soul.

The last few weeks with Sy have been really good. The date nights, the quiet evenings at home, the sex. Oh god, the sex. It’s almost confusing how he can be tender and sweet on some nights then switch to being a hot, rough dom on others. All I know is that no matter which mood he’s in, he makes me come hard.

We’re almost done with our meal, getting ready to leave, when I notice over Sy’s shoulder that one girl can’t keep her eyes off him. I don’t know why I say anything about it, I should just let it go but seeing this gorgeous woman staring at my boyfriend makes me really insecure and apparently that also causes me to lose common sense.

“You have an admirer,” I say, folding my straw wrapper into a little crawly worm. I just really need something to do with my hands all of the sudden.

“What?” Sy asks, stacking his dishes to make them easier for our waitress to pick up. I appreciate his effort since I already feel weird about having my coworker serving me.

“There’s a girl behind you that keeps staring.” I explain but he just shrugs, disregarding the attention. “You don’t want to see who it is?”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m here with you.”

God this man is a smooth talker. This is probably the least sexy restaurant for a date — unless maybe you have a waitress kink — but still, Sy makes me feel like it’s just the two of us here and that I am the center of his universe.

Even as we get up to walk out, he doesn’t turn to look but I spot the woman following us out. Sy’s truck is all the way at the back of the lot which is where we are headed when she calls out from behind us.

“You really had to scrape the bottom of the barrel for this one.” Sy bristles beside me. I thought I recognized Lisa inside but hearing her voice confirms it. She works at a nail salon I’ve used a few times. Most of the local girls get weekly manicures but since I work at the diner and that nails and nail polish are a health hazard if they fall in the food, I don’t get them done except for specific occasions.

Sy turns towards Lisa and puts an arm protectively around my shoulder. I thought she might have been talking to me but now that I’m looking at her, I realize she’s shooting daggers at Sy.

“I bet she’s the one you were sneaking around with, isn’t she? I know what she is.” 

Oh my god. Lisa is Sy’s ex-girlfriend, the one who thought he was cheating on her. Sy is the soldier who supposedly dumped her for another woman. Why did I never make the connection before now? She’ll tell any customer unfortunate enough to listen about the man who broke her heart.

“I don’t have anything to say to ya, Lisa. And I damn well don’t have anything to say to you concernin' Riley.”

Sy tries to turn away but Lisa runs after us.

“It’s not fair! I was the one waiting for you to come home for four years and you just leave me for your slut! It’s not fair! You finally come back and you just leave!”

“Don’t fuckin' call her that!” Sy snaps, spinning around to face Lisa. He keeps a hold of my hand but places himself between me and Lisa. “I gave ya everything I had, Lisa. I gave ya everything and you decided it wasn’t enough. None of this is her fault. What happened between us had nothing to do with Riley and the fact that ya can’t see that says a lot ‘bout what was actually goin’ on in our relationship. You were selfish, ya didn’t trust me, ya tried to manipulate me at every turn… I didn’t see it before but now that I do? There’s no way I’d take ya back. You’re a fool if ya think I’m gonna give Riley up for you.”

I have never seen Sy lose his temper. I thought he looked mad when he saw me at the club or that night with my car but that was nothing compared to this. His shoulders are heaving and his nape is getting flushed. Somehow, he’s still not really yelling. Not like Lisa is.

“She’s a fucking whore Sy!” She slams both her closed fists on his chest but Sy doesn’t move at all. “She’ll spread her legs for anyone who waves a few bills in her face!”

I let go of Sy’s hand, wrapping my arms around myself as I step back. I look around praying no one is witnessing this little altercation. I’ve tried so hard to keep both halves of my life separate and now I’m so afraid it’s all to come crashing down now. Lisa won’t be the only one calling me a whore if my online life gets outed.

I’ll never be able to work here again. One time, when one girl got pregnant out of wedlock and no one knew who the father was, the ladies from the book club refused to sit in her section out of fear that she might seduce their husbands.

Although, I guess she isn’t wrong. Isn’t that exactly what I do? I sell my body for money. I think by definition that makes me a whore.

“Riley?”

This is going to be my life isn’t it? I’m always going to run the risk of someone knowing who I am or what I do. I’m always going to be seen as the slut or the whore. Sy will always have people telling him that he’s too good for me and that he deserves better.

“Riley?”

And he does. Sy deserves so much more than I can give him. Oh my god. What if people start asking him for a live show? What if they ask to get me for a whole night?

“Riley!” Sy shakes my shoulders, pulling me from my thoughts.

“What?” I look around through tear filled eyes. Sy’s hands are still heavy on my shoulders and I shrug him off and walk away, suddenly in desperate need to be alone. I feel like I’m in a daze. Like I’m asleep and this is all a dream or something except I’m very, very aware that this is real.

“Riley, what’s wrong?” Sy calls after me, momentarily stunned. When I don’t answer, he chases after me and puts himself in my way, forcing me to stop dead in my tracks. I can’t bear to look at him right now.

“Where did Lisa go?”

“I told her off and sent her away.” Huh. How did I miss that? “Riley, talk to me, please. You’re worryin’ me, here.”

My chin quivers as I struggle to keep the dam from bursting but a few stray tears still run down my cheek — the fucking traitors.

“She —” I choke on my next words and I have to force down a lungful of air. Why is breathing always so hard when I’m upset? “She’s right.”

“What?” he whispers on an exhale.

“She’s right. She’s fucking right.”

Sy’s eyes go wide, his mouth dropping open. “No, Riley—”

I don’t listen to what Sy has to say. He’s holding on to my arms but I just shake my head and push against his chest.

“That’s all people are going to see. I’ll never be good enough. I’ll never…”

“No, sweetheart, stop,” he pleads, trying to stop my rambling.

“No!” Sy’s head jerks back, his hands dropping from my body. “Everything she said about me was right! How can you not see that?”

Sy’s jaw clenches, his face turning resolute. “Then what about everything she said ‘bout me? Does that make it true?”

I just keep shaking my head. “You’re too good. You’re too— you’re too good for me.”

Sy looks over his shoulder to his truck then back towards the front of the diner where a few regulars are just exiting to get back to work.

“Riley.” He waits for me to look at him but I don’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes. “Riley, I don’t want to do this here. Okay? This doesn’t need an audience. Let’s go sit in the truck.”

This is it. This is the part where Sy finally realizes that he wants to end things. I don’t give him an answer but when he puts an arm around my shoulders to guide me to the truck, I don’t put up a fight.

He opens the door for me and helps me in, then I get about ten seconds alone with my head as he walks around the back of the truck to the driver’s side. In that time I try really hard to get a handle on my breathing but I only end up twisting my hands around the strap of my bag that I’d forgotten was even with me.

The door creaks open and the cap shakes as Sy climbs in and shuts the door with a loud slam.

“Sweetheart, look at me.” It’s the unexpected softness of his voice that compels me to do as Sy says. His hand finds my cheek and brushes away my tears with his thumb. “Can I take ya somewhere?”

I’m too stunned to argue, simply giving him a small nod of acceptance.

“Okay.” Sy reaches around me to pull my seat belt on then fastens his own before expertly reversing out of his parking spot. I don’t keep track of where we are headed, mostly letting my eyes go out of focus as I stare out the window.

The greens of the passing trees blur together as we drive down the main road. I realize that we left my new — well, new to me — car at the diner. I guess I can always ask Sy to drive me back. We live together so that still won’t be the most awkward interaction we have to endure after he ends this.

“We’re here.”

I glance to the left to find Sy looking at me expectantly. That’s when I notice that Sy has taken me to Don’s. It’s actually called RD’s now. When we were talking about branding Don told me that the garage never really had a name. As time went on, people just started calling it Don’s garage because he was the face of the business.

That was the first thing I insisted on. The social media pages needed an official name to make them seem legit and I recommended that they set up a tall sign post on the property. When you drive by on the highway you can just barely see the building’s roof through the trees. I figured a tall sign would attract attention from passing cars and potentially bring in extra customers on top of the regular townspeople.

The lot has that glossiness that comes with a freshly paved surface and the massive hazardous potholes are now a thing of the past. The rusty metal panels on the visible sides of the building have been replaced. We’re going to wait a bit before doing the backside but we have an agreement with the company for a reduced rate if we schedule the second half within the next 12 months.

“Looks good, don’t it?” While I’m taking in the renovated garage for the first time, Sy is still only looking at me. He’s sitting with his back to the door and his forearm resting on the steering wheel.

“Yeah,” I mumble in agreement.

“RD’s. Rhett and Don.” It’s Sy’s turn to get misty eyed. “Don told ya ‘bout my dad.”

“I saw the picture in his office,” I quickly explain. “Please don’t be mad. He didn’t know you’d been so guarded about your parents.”

“No, it’s okay,” he reassures me. “It meant a lot to me that you’d help Don out. Means even more to me because my dad loved this place. No one really knew he was a co-owner and that’s how he liked it. Always said he understood cars better than people.”

I sniff as I wipe the tears from under my eyes, sighing when I realize my mascara has run and I just made a black streak down my cheek. Sy leans forward, opening the glove box and pulling out a packet of wet wipes. It’s not ideal but it’ll work.

I take a few seconds to clean my face as best I can with the mirror on the back of the sun visor. I regret my decision as soon as I see the redness of my eyes and the flush over my nose and cheeks.

“Hey…” Sy gently takes hold of my chin, turning my face back to his. "Ri, look around. This,” he gestures to the lot around us, “this is all you. You have every reason to be proud. You work hard at everything you do, you have the sharpest mind of anyone I’ve ever met, and you are tough as nails. What you choose to do with your body is your business. What Lisa or anyone else thinks don’t fuckin’ matter.”

I look down at my bag which I am still abusing as if it were a stress ball. Sy catches my hands, pulling them up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss to my knuckles as he messages the tension out of them.

“Listen to me good and hard, Riley. You have been the light in what I expected to be a really fuckin’ shitty time in my life. I know it may not have looked like it on the outside but all those sudden changes in my life, they were hard to swallow. I have no doubt that without ya, I wouldn’t have found peace so easily. Ya opened your home to me and made it ours. From the very beginnin’ ya showed a complete stranger a level of care I never expected.” Sy takes a deep breath, swallowing hard as he gathers his courage to speak his next thought. “I love you, Riley.”

My mouth drops open as the air is knocked out of my lungs. Sy just… Sy just said… He loves me?

“You…” Love me?

Sy’s head falls to the side, giving me the most bashful little side smile. I spend another minute with my mouth opening and closing repeatedly as I try to make my brain work again. You’re supposed to say it back, Riley. Of course I love him. I love him so much it scares me.

“Say it again.”

Sy straightens up, making his expression look all serious before cupping my face between his hands. “I love you, Riley,” he asserts solemnly.

Oh my god, he really said it. “I love you too,” I reply.

“And nothin’ Lisa said was true and none of it matters,” he prompts.

“Nothing she said matters,” I repeat dutifully. Okay, maybe it’ll take a few more times before I really believe it but Sy makes me want to believe it.

He pulls me over his lap, holding me flush against him. I bury my face in his neck, taking comfort in his embrace.

“You’re mine now, Riley. I ain’t lettin’ ya go. Think you can handle that?”

I pull back, finding his hypnotic cerulean gaze. His. I like how that sounds. I love him and he loves me back and he’s not letting me go. “Yeah, I think I can handle it.”

Epilogue

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[mysterious-ocarina]

The Plan (NSFW)

Pietro Maximoff x Female!reader

Main Masterlist

(2.3k words)

"Wow, I look good in it but I don't have an occasion to wear it for," you marveled at how your body looked in a lingerie set Nat and Wanda picked out.

"You know, a certain Sokovian might like it... and I don't mean me," Wanda slyly added. You had started to take it off and get into your regular clothes.

"And you know that I will never tell Pietro that I love him like that. He's my bestfriend, if I told him, I would lose him," you replied. You've liked Pietro for a while but never told him because there was no way he could like you back in that way.

"Come on, Y/N! He is totally in love with you. There is no way that all that flirting is just part of his personality," Nat whined at you.

"Nat is right. I've seen him casually flirt, and this is not it," Wanda smiled. You gave her a look as you paid for all the stuff you bought. "What if we came up with a plan to get my brother to come to you? No harm can come from flirting back."

"Fine! I'll do it if it get you guys off my back. But, I swear, if I make a fool of myself, you both are dead," you frowned at them. In return, they just looked at each other and smirked. You knew those faces, they've already talked about this before, you could tell.

After girls day was over, you retired to your room to prepare yourself for what you have to do. You were supposed to catch Pietro's attention every chance you got. You decided to start with a simple training session to start off your plan. You pulled out a sports bra and your shortest shorts you had. You had a pair that made your ass look perfect. You were supposed to meet Pietro in the gym in 30 minutes, so you decide to get down there a little early to stretch and steel up your nerves.

"You know, for a guy with super speed, you're always late," you smirked at him as walked in. He had on a really tight shirt that you could see his muscles through. This was going to be harder than you thought. "You were supposed to be here 10 minutes ago."

"Well, I'm sorry I kept my prinţesă waiting," he smiled that charming smile at you. You rolled your eyes and got into a fighting stance. He mirrored your movements. You threw a punch that he dodged. He grabbed your wrists and twisted you around so your back was against his chest. You hooked your legs around his, causing him to lose balance and fall to the floor. You were straddling his hips and had his wrists pinned on either side of his head. You bit your lip as you took in the closeness, one movement and your lips would be touching. You ground your hips once, feigning trying to get up. You heard him stifle a groan before both of you finally got up. You smirked to yourself.

"I'm tired Piet, can we go get some food," you smiled back at him. He looked really out of breath despite the short and easy workout, and his pupils were blown. He sighed and nodded. Now was time for part two of the plan. Part one seemed to go as planned.

You both walked across the tower to the kitchen and you decided a nice bag of chips would be good to eat. You picked up your favorite and Pietro just grabbed a coke. You made it to the living room but before you sat down, you got the dvds out.

"Have you ever seen Star Wars, Piet?" you questioned. He looked confused and before he could say anything, you were already setting it up. "It's only the best movies ever, you'll love it, draga mea."

That caught his eye but what really got his attention next, was your body on his lap. You had your head on the arm rest, and your body on his lap. You were still only wearing your work out clothes. You moved around to get comfortable and internally smirked when you heard a groan. You could feel him getting slightly hard.

Throughout the first movie you would move around and made whimpering noises when you weren't comfortable. The noises must have turned him on because he was fully hard by the end of it. Part two went perfect and part three was where you really needed the confidence.

"Hey, Piet, can you come to my room with me? I need your help. Today Wanda, Nat and I went shopping and I want you to help me pick out some outfits," you smiled at him and stood up. You held out your hand for him and he took it.

"Sure, I don't have anything to do the rest of the day, so I was going to hang out with you anyways," he smiled at you. You felt yourself blush and didn't bother covering it up. You walked into your room and had him sit on your bed. You went to the bathroom to change, and gain some much needed confidence. You put on the dress and the lingerie. You applied a little bit of make up just to add that extra sexy touch.

Once you finally talked yourself into doing it, you walked out of the bathroom for Pietro to see you. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. You looked absolutely sexy in the dress and couldn't help but wonder what is underneath it.

"You look absolutely beautiful, prinţesă," he stared at you with awe and you saw him biting his lip. You sauntered over to him until you were in front of him and leaned down. Here goes nothing, you thought.

"What I'm wearing underneath looks better, wanna see?" you whispered into his ear. His breath hitched and you could see the lust in his eyes. He smirked at you before pushing you against the nearest wall.

"Draga mea, don't start something you can't finish," he breathed out. Your hands were pinned above your head and his other hand was on your waist, sliding towards the slit of the dress on your thigh. His lips hovered above yours, teasing you while also asking for permission.

"Trust me, I want to finish," you winked at him and moved to his ear and whispered. "I want to finish many times, Pietro."

"Who said I'll let you, prinţesă? You've been a bad girl today, teasing me. Was that your plan, do you want me to fuck you until you can't walk?" his voiced dropped an octave and he started grinding his hips into you. You basically moaned at his words and actions. All of your dominance was gone by now, and you whimpered at him.

"Please... Pietro, I-I want you to fuck me so bad," You huffed out between breaths. He suddenly stopped grinding and you whimpered at the loss of friction. He just smirked and sat in front of you.

"Against the wall, strip," He didn't need to tell you twice. You pulled the dress off of your body but left the lingerie on for him to see. "Now I want you to finger that pretty little cunt for me, prinţesă. But you're not allowed to cum without my permission tonight."

You slid a hand down your panties, maintaining eye contact and slowly started to circle your clit. You were already dripping and you could feel it dripping down your thighs. You moaned as your fingers went faster. By now, Pietro was only in his boxers. The sight of his hard-on made you moan and you pumped two fingers into your entrance.

You felt like you were going to cum so you stopped moving you fingers. He growled and came over to you.

"Did I tell you to stop," he whispered into your ear.

"I-I can't. I'll come if I keep going," you whimpered.

"Then it looks like you're going to have to hold it," he took off your bra and played with your nipples, sucking and biting.

You started circling your clit again and bucked you hips against your hand. You slowed down to an almost turtles pace when you felt your orgasm building again. Pietro growled and pinned both of your wrists against the wall. He replace your hand with his thigh. Slowly moving it causing you to moan.

"You like riding my thigh? Such a dirty girl. Maybe I won't let you come at all. Ride my thigh, show me how much you want to cum," he moved his thigh higher for you, and you started to ride it. It felt so good, you just wish he'd take your panties off. When you started to slow down again, he removed his thigh and replaced it with his fingers. "Don't forget. No cumming."

He pulled your panties off and threw them who knows where. He got on his knees and moaned at how wet you were for him. He licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, making sure to put extra pressure on your clit. You bucked your hips at the contact, the need to cum came back quickly and you whimpered at how good it felt.

"Such a pretty pussy," he stuck his tongue into your entrance and you moaned. He tasted you and sucked your clit before getting up. He smirked at you, "Where are your toys, prinţesă? I'm going to have my fun with you."

He cuffed you to the bed and pulled out a magic wand vibrator. You whimpered when he turned it on and trialed it down your chest. He leaned over you for a passionate kiss. He pulled back your folds and held the wand securely on your clit. You moaned against his mouth and tried to break free of the cuffs. He wiggled the vibrator against you clit.

"P-please.... Pietro! Please let me cum, I'm begging you," you nearly screamed. The pleasure he was giving you felt too good, you didn't know how much longer you could last.

"Does my prinţesă want to cum? Are you going to be a good girl for me?" he asked you. The only response you could muster was a moan. This was satisfactory enough for him so he upped the vibration to the highest setting and pumped two fingers into you, curling them and hitting your g-spot. You were a screaming and moaning mess by the time he said the words you were waiting to hear.

"Cum for me, prinţesă. Cum all over my fingers for me," he whispered onto your lips before kissing you again. You moaned loudly against his lips and cummed all over his fingers. He worked you through your high and started to slow his fingers down.

When you finally came down, he had already turned off the wand and pulled his boxers off. You moaned at the sight, he was huge. He undid the cuffs and crawled on top of you. He pulled you for a kiss as he pushed him self in you.

He gave you a moment to adjust to his size and kissed you as he waited. When you were ready, you pulled his hair and bucked your hips.

He started out slowly, the man who cares about his best friend coming out. He didn't want to hurt you.

"F-faster, Piet! P-please." was all you could get out. He started to thrust harder into you, using his super speed. You were a moaning and screaming mess again and you could feel your orgasm starting to build.

You raked your hands down his back, creating scratch marks and probably drawing blood. The only thing you could do, was moan in time with each of his thrusts. He groaned with every hard thrust and the noise was enough to edge you closer.

He hit that spot deep inside you, and you knew, you were done for. He made sure to hit that spot with each thrust.

"L-let it out, prinţesă. Cum for me again," he whispered into your ear. That was enough for you to hit your high. You clamped around him and you felt his hips stutter. You could tell he was close.

You came down from your high just in time to see his euphoric face as he cummed inside of you. His hips slowed down to a stop as he laid down on top of you. You were both trying to catch your breathes.

You were playing with his hair, when he pulled himself out of you and got up. You frowned when he walked away but smiled when you saw him come out of the bathroom with a washcloth.

He gave you his cute, goofy smile as he cleaned you up. When he was done, he kissed your forehead and kissed your wrists before cuddling up next to you. "Pietro?" you whispered. He hummed to show he was listening.

"I-I love you, like more than a friend, more than a bestfriend. I wanna go on dates and kiss you all the time. I really hope that this wasn't a one time thing but I value our friendship more than anything and I can't lose yo-" you rambled on before he interrupted you with a quick kiss.

"I love you too, prinţesă. And I would love to take you on dates and kiss you all the time," he smiled at you. You sighed before giving him another kiss.

"Thank God, I don't know what I would have done if my plan failed today," you replied. He chuckled before pulling you even closer to him.

"I did not like the teasing, but in the end, I guess it worked out. Maybe next time you tease me, I'll have to punish you by fucking your mouth," he whispered with a smirk on his face. You simply kissed his nose before snuggling into his neck as he play with your hair.

"I can't wait," you whispered back.

#pietro #pietro maximoff #pietro maximov #pietro x y/n #pietro x you #pietro maximoff x y/n #pietro maximoff x reader #quicksilver #quicksilver x reader #pietro maximoff x oc #fanfiction

[starboundanon]

Wow. So it has been a long while since I came back to read your fics. I found The Rod when you were at like 11 chapters and was instantly hooked. I refreshed the pages like three times a day waiting for an update and even went as far as to include your fic into my maladaptive daydreaming. I was so pumped seeing you were creating a sequel and I'm sure like everyone else I was a bit bummed when you stopped regularly updating and kinda strayed away. Well your fic popped up on my memory today and imagine my surprise (and guilt) seeing you had begun to regularly update.

I feel now is the right time to leave a comment (I see you blocked those on that story) and tell you how much character development has occurred. Luke in the beginning would probably fight Vader tooth and nail before he'd be naked with the older man in a tub of water--even if Vader is his father. And Vader himself went from "don't talk to me or my son ever again" to "I want you to fuck my son so no one else can claim him" I was honestly stunned reading him give Din his "blessing" to mate with Luke. I thought for sure he'd struggle with the notion of keeping Luke mateless to satisfy his own selfish needs.

Din I don't think changed too much. You've stayed true to canon keeping him mysterious but at the same time I think it was destined you'd have him stay the same and just fall deeper for Luke, kinda the point of the tag. But I wonder what kind of alpha din will be to Luke? Perhaps not a total carbon copy of Vader but certainly influenced by the man. Poor Luke thought he was done being babied and coddled...well Din is faster, younger and just as eager lol.

I also noticed as the story progresses it gets lighter, not that I'm complaining. We don't hear about Vader spanking Luke, or forcing the boy to suckle his fingers for a daily dose of alpha scent or anything of the sort which tells me Luke is being compliant and it's amazing what great story writing can do when you compare the first chapter to the most recent. Vader is laxed and Luke is.....tamed?

It's so lovely to read your fic again it got me through a tough time and I just wanted to leave you a message saying how much I'm a fan of your work and I hope you never stop writing Herbie.

Anon, I couldn’t tell you how much I needed this ask today. You have to understand, 400+ words of cogent, detailed feedback is like the holy grail to writers. I’ve had commenting turned off on HtD since the beginning (because I knew how the purity brigade would feel about a soft father/son incest fic repeatedly “contaminating” the dinluke tag), but I’m still incredibly grateful when someone like you goes out of their way to tell me what you think. This comment made my entire fucking week.

I’m glad you traversed back into the orbit of my trash belt just in time for the regular updates to continue. ♥️ There’s certainly been a drastic change in these characters and how they feel about each other. Vader is no longer willing to risk losing Luke just to keep him 99% to himself. Luke has realized that overthrowing his father, as Gideon had planned, would create a power vacuum perhaps even more dangerous than the existing Empire, and is trying to figure out what he can do to help the galaxy from his privileged — albeit limited — position.

For Din, as you said, there doesn’t appear to be much of a change in his outward characterization, which is partly due to the POV narrative alternating only between Vader and Luke. But inwardly, I do think Din has changed some. I think he fell in love with Luke at first sight, but didn’t know why. Perhaps on a chemical level, they were compatible by scent alone, and that was enough to make him want something he’d never wanted before. But he’s starting to understand why he loves Luke. He’s seen his stubborness, his spirit, his resourcefulness, his fearlessness. He’s seen that he’s gentle and caring and loving but will fight tooth and nail, as hard as any Mandalorian warrior has ever fought. He’s protective of his family, and holds firm to his convictions and beliefs. All of those, in my opinion, are qualities that Din would fall in love with — and it’s only recently that he’s witnessed them.

And because Din now has a better understanding of why he loves Luke, he’s gained a respect for his autonomy that Vader’s “etiquette lessons” attempted to snuff out. That doesn’t mean he’ll start treating Luke like a Beta or an Alpha — he agrees with Vader that it would be borderline abusive to do so — but he’s willing to defy his Master more than he was previously, despite gaining a newfound kinship with Vader and beginning to see him as Clan. Din’s a very honorable character and he sticks to his word once he’s given it, and that includes playing the part of Vader’s apprentice as per their deal, but the appeal of his personality, to me, is that he always has that one person he will discard his beliefs for — he’ll forsake his Creed for Grogu; he’ll disobey his Emperor for Luke.

As for the babying/dark content factor of this fic… well, it’s not quite over yet. I hope you’ll continue to read the updates as they’re posted, and I hope you’ll enjoy the ending when it arrives. 💋 Thank you again for making my day.

#herbie asks #tw darkfic

[concubuck]

("Gee, how did Dr. Dalton scam Alastor?")

For the second time in half a week Alastor sat waiting uncomfortably in a patient's gown on an examination table, waiting for the doctor to come in. Hyper-conscious of that constant, high, microphone-feedback whine in his ears; hyper-conscious of how the other waiting patients and even the staff had stared at him the way he certainly wasn't stared at in his usual doctor's office, where all the patients but him were hellborn. It made his skin crawl and flush and burn.

When the doctor came in and paused to give Alastor a long, slow, up-and-down look, Alastor barely even registered it—he was so used to it and he'd gotten so many in the waiting room. He just nodded. "Doctor."

The doctor grunted, looked at his copy of Alastor's patient file, and said, "Alastor." He said it like he didn't much like the name, and he said it like he felt like he was entitled to an opinion on the topic, and that was Alastor's first inkling that something was wrong.

"Dr. Dalton," Alastor tried again. "Dr. Neid referred me to you. I didn't have much room to explain on the intake form, and I don't know how much Dr. Neid's notes mention, but—I'm actually an ex-human, and he thought my current issues might have more to do with my vestigial sinner anatomy than—"

"Mm-hm." Dr. Dalton droned the vague acknowledgment in a tone that made very clear he wasn't listening to a word Alastor said.

Alastor shut his mouth. He swallowed down the static noises that threatened to build like thunder around him. And he stared very hard at Dr. Dalton. 

The doctor dropped Alastor's file on the desk, rapped it, and said, "I've reviewed your patient file."

Alastor tentatively allowed a bit of relief to sink into his tense muscles. Maybe Dr. Dalton just had poor bedside manner. "Yes?"

"It says you're a very accomplished shapeshifter. You can play a boy or girl?" He hooked his thumbs in his waistband in that way Alastor knew too well. "Is that true?"

Alastor blinked in disbelief. No. Surely not. Of all the indignities, surely not one this—this cliche. "I beg your pardon."

"You're a pretty enough man, sure." The doctor winked. "Bet you could look prettier."

Surely not. Alastor laughed loud and hard. It was a misunderstanding, Alastor told himself angrily—the first time he'd visited Dr. Neid's office, he'd been told that was a thing, succubi scheduling doctor appointments because they honestly and truly just wanted to fuck the doctor. It was a misunderstanding. "You've got it wrong," he said sharply. "I am here for actual medical treatment. I have tinnitus, doctor. As in ringing in my ears. I can assure you that no amount of poking around in any of my other holes will help with the issue I came here for. So if you don't mind—"

The doctor leaned forward to grab Alastor's chin and tilt his face up—he had no idea who he was touching. "There, now, sweetheart." He smirked grossly. "We know that's not what you really need, is it?"

It didn't matter to him what Alastor was here for—because now, as far as he was concerned, this succubus was here for him. He would never listen to what Alastor said.

Alastor had cleared out half a day for this. He'd had to turn down a promising topside gig for this. All so he could pay a doctor for the honor of being his break-time entertainment?

Alastor's regular doctor had recommended this man. And his hand was on Alastor's chin. His thumb was less than an inch from Alastor's fangs.

Alastor could eviscerate him.

He could shred him with a hundred hungry mouths and leave nothing but blood and cracked bones on the ground, staining the stark white tiles.

He could let him stick his filthy rod in and then bite with a set of teeth the doctor had probably never seen in a gynecological exam before. He could make him scream, make him sob, make him beg to get it back, as Alastor crunched down harder, bit by agonizing little bit, worked multiple sets of jaws that shouldn't have existed, really savored the slow thoughtful process of gnawing apart the chewy meat.

He could make the whole building hear the doctor's howls of pain and pathetic cowardly pleading.

And then what happens to Alastor's career?

Demons don't much trust sinners; sinners, in their eyes, are almost animals, they're so unfit to join civilized Hellish society. An enormous part of Alastor's getting permission to become a succubus had been proving he could behave, he could reintegrate into polite society.

He'd spent the last four years rehabilitating his image, making himself look unthreatening. Four years of only getting his human meat at the butcher's shop—except for the rare prey he could ensure would never tell. But this was a scheduled appointment in a downtown doctor's office. How would it look if news got out that Alastor—serial killer, orchestrator of mass slaughter, ravenous whore—had mutilated a respected doctor?

There were places where that might not hold back his career. Wrath, for instance. But Wrath wasn't where he wanted to move.

All this power at Alastor's disposal—power that he couldn't use unless he wanted to throw his future away—it was almost worse than having no power at all.

No. He couldn't destroy the doctor.

But he could just turn him down and leave. There would be no repercussions to that.

But... no matter what Alastor did now, no matter how self-righteously indignant he got, this doctor would never give him any proper medical exam.

And Alastor was going to need to get laid within the next couple of hours anyway.

He was already here.

He might as well.

No sense turning down a free lunch.

So he smiled wanly. He spread his legs. He said, "You're probably sick of doctor/patient roleplay, aren't you? Let's just f#ck."

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And he stole the doctor's clothes and stethoscope when he left.

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Bile burned in his throat and he wanted to let it out in venomous words. He wanted all of Hell to hear his fury. He wanted their ears to bleed with it.

There'd be no point in saying what had really happened. He could hear the comments now. ("Can you blame him? Just look at you." "You took the offer. That must have been what you really wanted." "You tell everyone who will listen that you'll bend over for anyone who asks, what did you expect?" "What did you expect?")

But Alastor had a fairly sizable audience. He could tweak the story—say, announce that Dr. Dalton scammed his more vulnerable patients. (It was true. Alastor hadn't gotten the service he'd paid for.)

Even in Hell, there were some people who cared about that—enough to irritate the devil out of the doctor, hopefully. And he might spare some other succubus this indignity.

It would have to do.

For now.

For now.

#live and in person (face to face) #art

[giorno-plays-piano]

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

Pairing: Dabi x villain!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, non-con, stalking, mentions of human experimentation, non-consensual drug use, lots of swearing.

Words: 1841.

Summary: Running away from the lab where you had been experimented on for years, you have no choice but to join the League of Villains to escape from the government. Of course, you don’t expect things to go smoothly, especially when one mutilated son of a bitch just can’t leave you alone.

P.S. I’ve suddenly remembered Rogue who had been my favorite character once; the heroine’s Quirk is partly based on her ability.

My dear @navegandoaciegas​, this is my first attempt at writing Dabi. Hope you’re going to enjoy reading it ❤

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"Fuck, how much can you drink at once, birdie? Ain't you scared to pass out in a place full of men?"

Oh God, it was that smug bastard again. For the past couple of days Dabi couldn't get off your back for a full damn minute.

"Men? Here?" You opened your eyes and raised an eyebrow at the man whose face was right above yours as he leaned on the back of the couch where you laid. "I see just a couple of kids and one burnt corpse who can never fucking shut up."

"Oh? Wanna see how well can a burnt corpse fuck you up?"

Always up to a challenge. You rolled your eyes at his obvious display of hostility despite the fact he'd most definitely lose against you. Besides, Shigaraki would barely enjoy you two ruining the League's hideout, and upsetting that asshole ready to go berserk any moment certainly wasn't one of your priorities.

"Just go fuck yourself, would you? I'm not in the mood to bark at you."

"Well, then don't. I didn’t come here for that, actually."

This was something new. He suddenly became calm as you studied his grotesque mutilated face inches away from yours. Your expression didn’t betray any emotions either since you weren't shocked or disgusted by the way Dabi looked: you've seen worse in the laboratory, and repulsive things had long stopped looking repulsive to you.

"What are you here for, then?" You asked him, trying to remember if you finished that second bottle of sake or not. Since the time you accidentally got one of those useless Quirks, you couldn't get drunk anymore - now strong alcohol only made you sleepy.

"I've always wanted to ask why the fuck are you wearing these." Dabi pointed out to the black leather gloves laying on the coffee table in front of you, and you rolled your eyes again. One more useless question.

"In this team of no-brainers you're the last person I expected to ask me this question." Groaning, you moved up a little to take more comfortable position and stared at the man above you intensely.

"Don't you want to gather as many Quirks as possible? If so, why wearing gloves when you can only get a Quirk through touch?"

You were close to snapping at him, and it certainly made Dabi look even more smug.

"Who the fuck do you think I am, a garbage bin?" You barked wishing you could teleport the bastard somewhere to Hawaii. "I only take Quirks I need, and it isn't easy to find those in that damp of useless abilities regular citizens have. Besides, some Quirks are quite dangerous for their owners and I'd prefer them not existing at all. You, of all people, should already get that, Pretty Face."

He smiled at you, but you saw his hollow eyes sparkling dangerously at your last remark, and you felt his body emanating heat he could turn into his famous blue flames within a second. Nasty shit, that what's you thought of his Quirk. Who on Earth would want anything like that? You doubted anyone but a true psychopath could really appreciate something as fucked up as Dabi's ability to burn anything and anyone, himself including. You definitely didn't want to use his Quirk despite already taking it as almost all of those belonging to the League of Villains. It wasn't intentional, though.

"You'd better start watching your mouth, birdie. You ain't back in the lab." His smile grew wider as he saw your expression darkening at the mention of the lab.

Fucking son of a bitch. You bet he'd go insane during the first month being locked up there.

"Huh, calm down, dear. I think it's better we get along."

You sent him a glare wishing you could throw his overconfident ass out of the window. Dabi loved messing with fucking everyone, Shigaraki included, but he was still a valuable member of the team. Killing him would do you no good.

Showing him your middle finger, you put your head on the pillow and took the half-empty bottle of sake. Thank goodness you didn't finish it. You hoped Dabi would vanish by the time you were done.

You spent a few minutes in complete silence as the man kept leaning on the couch and watching you drinking while you did your best trying to relax. Why the Hell was Dabi stuck here with you? Didn't he have any other things he should be doing now? Was he here to get under your skin even more? Shit, you just wanted to be left alone. You wanted it since the time they brought you to the lab, but since then somebody had always been getting on your nerves one way or the other.

"Seriously, what do you want from me?" You grunted as you opened your eyes again and stared at Dabi's face. "You wanna take the couch or what? I ran out of sake if you're here for it."

There was that smug smile again. Saints, the guy had been creeping you out with his long intense stares for quite some time, but today he was even less bearable than usual. He definitely wanted something from you, and the feeling was making you uneasy.

"You wanna hook up, birdie?"

You thought you were gonna choke on air when you heard him saying that. What? Seriously? Did he hurt his head so bad last time heroes attacked? So, that was the meaning of those stares, then? He thought you were the one he could stick his dick in. Wincing from the thought like from a toothache, you squeezed your eyes shut. The guy was clearly mad.

"Are you out of your mind? Why would I want to hook up with anyone?" You huffed with irritation and realized Dabi was having way more fun than you.

"Don't tell me you're actually a virgin."

"You think I can be a virgin with the life I'm having?" You sounded more bitter than you thought you would, and the man above you chuckled. He was getting on your nerves more and more with each passing second.

"Then why not? Sex is a good way to relax. You certainly seem like you could let off some steam." You flinched when Dabi extended his hand to you, but he had only brushed of a lock of your hair out of your face. "I bet I can help you with that better than most of the team."

"Sex is painful, and I don't like pain. Go have fun with Toga, she seems more into that than me." You narrowed your eyes at him, your hand almost touching his neck if the villain decided he'd go further without your consent. His stupid grin going wider was making you more and more mad.

Of course, he wouldn't go to Himiko. That asshole had his own type, and she certainly didn't fall into that category. Why did you? You had no idea, but you doubted he would ever lay his hands on you. Yeah, you knew what sex was, and it had nothing to do with pleasure like in those stupid romantic novels you once bought. It was humiliating and painful. If you had a chance to get back to those who did it to you back in the lab, you'd rip their hearts out of their rib cages.

The expression on your face didn't seem to faze Dabi even the slightest bit, and you rolled your eyes in irritation. Apparently, he wouldn't give up unless you showed him you weren't some doll he could play with, and Shigaraki was probably going to get real mad at the both of you this evening.

All of a sudden you felt some strange tickling in your muscles you had never felt before. What was that? Confused, you quickly glanced over the room to see no one except Dabi still on his spot. What was that? Was it some hero's work? Had they found your hideout? No, it couldn’t be. You'd hear them, feel them before somebody even set their foot on your territory. It wasn't a hero.

Unwilling to wait for any surprises to happen, you used a regeneration Quirk, the one you were gifted on your 14th birthday so you could heal yourself after they ran the tests without troubling a healer too much. Strangely, the Quirk did nothing about the tickling, and you felt your legs getting weaker. What the fuck was that?

As you raised your head to ask Dabi for help, you suddenly realized he was eager to see what you were doing. He looked like he enjoyed watching you in such state, confused and even frightened, your knees slightly trembling as if you became weak within a couple of seconds.

It was him. He did something to you. The bastard had the nerve to do something to your body so it'd be easier to handle you.

"What have you done?" You hissed at him while he chuckled, pointing at the bottles of sake on the table. "Have you poisoned my drink?"

But the regeneration would work in that case. You knew for sure.

Running his finger around the shell of your ear, Dabi hummed with content, "Poisoned? Come on, who do you think I am, an Evil Queen? That's just a little handy potion that has a tendency to slowly accumulate in your body. Makes you a little softer, don't you think?"

Oh. Oh. That's why he was always watching you. He had no idea when the effects would start to show. Did he fucking realize it could happen in the heat of the battle when you needed your Quirks the most? Did Dabi have any idea what would happen if heroes managed to lock you away again?

"Seems like you planned to abandon me if heroes attacked, didn't you?" You gritted your teeth when Dabi got on top of you, his hands on your chest as he caressed your body like a lover would, his hot fingers getting under your clothes.

"Of course not. I'd play your personal hero and save your stubborn ass the trouble of murdering everyone."

While you desperately wanted to kick him off you came to realization you weren't able to even stand up, your arms and legs so weak you could barely move while Dabi had no problems stripping you out of your clothes, his hands on the your thighs as he took off your pants.

Shit, shit, shit. You couldn’t use any Quirks to hurt him, all of them barely responding to your call. What was that potion? Why nobody in the lab prepared you for this? How on Earth did that shithead obtain such a dangerous thing?

"If you hurt me, I'll rip your brain out of your skull and bring it to Shigaraki as a present."

His chapped, disfigured lips brushed against your neck almost gently when the man murmured, "It doesn't have to be painful, birdie. I'll show you how much fun we can have together."

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[itsadamcole]

christmas with benefits

fem!reader x ‘hangman’ adam page

reader and 'Hangman' Adam Page made a deal a few years ago; that if they were single at Christmastime then they would hook up. Christmas with benefits is what they called it, but this year, it's a little different ...

word count: 2.5k+

warnings: smut (friends with benefits, kinda), kinda fluffy, idrk what else :)

— day 25 ... we did it, and i will be going on a short break after this is posted (it’ll probably be around 11 pm est when y’all see this bc i was really late when i began to write this). i hope you enjoyed these christmas / holiday / winter themed imagines bc i enjoyed writing them —

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You sit in your bed in your room back in your parents' house in Virginia. You've texted your best friend, the Hangman Adam Page, to come over since he's not that far away.

It's late, almost midnight on Christmas Eve going into Christmas Day. You sit in your Christmas pajamas as you wait. Your parents have gone to sleep so you just wait for the usual "I'm here" text from Adam so you can go open the front door for him.

This has been a thing every Christmas since yours and Adam's Ring of Honor days. Five years ago, five Christmases ago, both you and Adam agreed that if you were both single during the holidays then you'd casually just hook up. No strings attached, no feelings attached. Christmas with benefits is what Adam first called it, and you couldn't help but agree.

Every year, you'd either meet him at his childhood home, he'd meet you at your childhood home, or you'd meet at a motel.

You don't know how it even got to this point. Five years of hooking up on Christmas. Only one Christmas was missed because Adam was technically seeing a woman and didn't want to do the Christmas with benefits that year, which was fine with you.

The led lights that hang around your room are set to a light blue color and you play with the remote as you wait for your phone to go off.

Just before midnight, at 11:48, your phone starts ringing and Adam's contact pops up. You answer.

"Hey," you say. "Almost here?"

Adam says, "Just turned down your street. I hope you don't mind, and I wanted to give you a heads up, but I brought you a present. I don't know the next time we'll see each other so I wanted to make sure that you got it."

You smile and leave your room, walking downstairs. "Yeah, that's fine," you say. "I have something for you too."

It's been a while since you've seen Adam. He works with AEW and you work with WWE. Your schedules just don't allow you to see him except for a few times a year. Especially since you're NXT women's champion right now.

"Yay," Adam says. "I'll see you in a few."

You say your goodbyes and you wait at the door, watching for Adam's car.

This is something you've always looked forward to. It's something about being close to someone who cares for you and who you care for deeply. If it wasn't for the no feelings attached rule then you would have told him how you felt a long time ago.

Adam's car pulls up out from and you open the front door. The cool air hits you and you shiver a bit. You watch him get out of the car in his cowboy Christmas pajamas. He has a bag and a wrapped box.

Another part of your deal is that after the hookup then it's Christmas movies and snacks. Adam has snacks. That's what you assume is in the bag.

He walks up to your front door and smiles when he sees you. "Hi," he says. "I thought that maybe we can open presents before we, um, you know."

You smile and nod, moving aside so he can walk inside. You close and lock the door behind Adam as he walks upstairs to your bedroom. You closely follow him.

Adam sets the bag and the box down on your bed and you sit on the bed. You grab Adam's present off the bedside table under the lamp before you crisscross your legs and look up at him.

He sits in front of you, mirroring your position. He holds out his present and you take it. "Go ahead," he says. "I'm excited to see your reaction."

You giggle and begin to unwrap the gift. You open the box, which is actually kind of big.

Inside the box is an AEW merch shirt, one of the bandannas that Adam's worn during his entrances, and a necklace that you've wanted forever. It has your birthstone inside of a heart.

"Adam," you gasp. "I've been wanting this necklace forever."

He laughs and says, "I know. I figured it was time to buy it for you. Also, I dare you to wear the AEW shirt to work one day."

You laugh and say, "Stop trying to get me fired."

Adam helps you put the necklace on as he says, "Tony Khan already has told me he wants you on the roster so if Vince McMahon fires you then just come to AEW."

His fingers linger on the back of your neck by the necklace clasp a little longer than they probably should. You look back at Adam and say, "We'll see." You smile. "Anyway, it's time for your present. Open the little envelope after you open your gift."

You hold out the medium-sized box and Adam takes it. He unwraps it and opens the box.

Inside the box you gave Adam is a cowboy hat that has the AEW logo on it, one of your merch shirts, and a little silver bracelet with "cowboy shit", which is Adam's thing, and "ice queen", which is your thing, engraved on it.

You're known as NXT's resident "ice queen" because of your cold heart and rude personality. It's your gimmick. You love it, and it sounds kinda cool.

Adam smiles and opens the tiny envelope. You watch as his eyes widen and he says, "I know you didn't give me a yearlong pass to come to any WWE show."

"Of course I did," you say. "Front row, off-camera for the most part. I know we haven't seen much of each other because of conflicting schedules but maybe if you have some free time and are in the same area then you can use this pass to go in and out of the arena. It's completely free so you don't have to waste several hundred dollars just to see me for twenty minutes."

Adam's tried to come to WWE shows, but tickets were always sold out or not where he wanted them because it was always so last minute. You had the idea of the pass a few weeks ago, talked to management, and got it in time for Christmas.

He says, "You are literally the best person on this Earth."

You giggle and say, "That works for literally any WWE event. A Takeover, a regular NXT live show, or even Wrestlemania."

"Thank you, Y/N," Adam says, putting everything back in the box. "Seriously."

You do the same and say, "It's the least I can do. Maybe we'll see each other more than three or four times a year."

Adam looks at you and smiles. "I'll have to use that pass all the time," he says. "I need to see you more than three or four times a year."

You put your gift from Adam on your bedside table and say, "I agree."

He says, "So, about this Christmas with benefits thing."

"I wanted to talk to you about that," you admit.

While you waited for Adam, you decided to tell him how you feel. Screw the no feelings attached rule.

Adam looks at you confused and says, "Okay. What's on that pretty little mind of yours?"

Your face gets flustered a bit as you say, "We agreed that there would be no feelings attached and no strings attached, and we've done well at that for the past few years."

"But?" Adam asks. He knows what's about to happen.

Nervously, you say, "But recently I've been thinking of you as more than my best friend. I just want more out of this besides sex. You already treat me so well, and we've known each other for years, so I thought that maybe we could try to be more than just friends."

He stares at you as you talk. He can't believe this. You've been doing such a good job at hiding this that he had no idea, and he's not mad about it. He can finally tell you how he's been feeling about you.

In one swift movement, Adam cups your face and pulls you toward him. Your lips crash to Adam's and you gasp. You gasp softly but kiss him back.

The kiss lasts for a few moments before you pull back and ask, "What was that for? You've never kissed me except for when we're, you know."

Adam pushes your hair behind your ear as he says, "I thought that I could start kissing you when we're not having sex."

A smile forms on your lips and your face gets a little flustered. "I would, uh, like that," you stammer. "Can we still have our usual Christmas sex?"

He laughs and says, "That was never out of the equation, Y/N."

You giggle and lean in, kissing Adam again. He kisses you back and you crawl onto his lap, straddling his waist. Your hands slide into his curly hair and his hands slide up the back of your pajama top.

Sighs leave your lips when his hands touch your skin. You smile against his lips and push Adam onto his back.

Slowly, you begin to undress Adam underneath you. You kiss Adam's bare chest once his shirt is off. You do leave a couple of marks on his chest.

"The first chance you get, you mark me up," Adam says, looking down at you. You trail your fingers over the marks and down to the waistband of his Christmas pajama pants.

You look up at Adam with your eyes before you say, "You're mine now. I hope."

Nerves rise up within you as Adam says, "I am. I'm yours."

"Thank God," you sigh as Adam smiles.

You pull off Adam's pajama pants right before Adam rolls and lays on top of you.

He stares down at you and attacks your neck with kisses. You sigh and let out a soft moan. Adam's hands roam your body as he kisses your neck.

You pull off your top, leaving your upper body exposed. Adam's eyes are on your body and you bite your lip softly, watching him. After a moment, he leans down and presses kisses to your bare stomach. You sigh softly.

Adam hooks his fingers into your pajama pants waistband and pulls them off your body. He slips his fingers into your panties and runs his fingers through your folds. You gasp and your back arches off the bed.

After a few seconds of this, Adam pulls off your panties. You look down at Adam and find that he's looking up at you with his eyes. Your tongue swipes across your bottom lip as Adam slips a finger into you, moving it shallowly and slowly. You create a little 'O' with your mouth and a moan escapes.

"Baby, you have to be quiet," Adam reminds you. "Your parents are just down the hall."

You giggle and say, "Oops."

He laughs and speeds up his fingers as he begins to play with your clit with his tongue. "Adam," you sigh. "God, don't stop."

Adam smirks and adds a second finger. Your fingers are back in his curly blond hair. He edges you closer and closer to an orgasm. Your back arches off the bed a few times before Adam pins your hips to the mattress.

You feel your walls begin to clench around Adam's fingers, and he realizes this too. "You gonna come, baby?" he asks. You nod eagerly.

"Please," you whine, needing to release.

He nods and says, "Come for me."

So you do. All over Adam's fingers. You softly moan his name as you release. He sucks his fingers clean before coming up to your lips and kissing you. You moan into his mouth as you kiss him back.

While he's distracted with kissing you, you roll so you're straddling Adam's waist. Your lips are still on his.

Adam pulls back from the kiss and asks, "Where did this all of a sudden come from?"

"I wanted to try something new," you say, kissing Adam's jaw and neck. He sighs beneth you.

You slip your hand down to the bulge in his boxer shorts. You rub him gently and he makes a soft growl sound. "Y/N," he says with a soft moan. "Be nice."

In a split second, you decide to be a little tease. You grind down against his bulge and say, "You won't do anything."

He stares up at you as your finally pull off his boxers. You take his erect member and pump him a few times. You line him up with your entrance and he asks, "Are you still taking the pills?"

"I got an implant to make it easier on myself," you admit. "I kept forgetting to take the pills."

Adam laughs and you smile. Adam's laughs turn into soft sighs as you lower yourself onto him, his length slowly beginning to fill you. You throw your head back as you wait a second before you move. Your hands are on his chest to keep your balance as you begin to move.

Both of you let soft sighs leave your lips. Adam's thumb finds it's way to your clit as you move your hips. You moan softly as you move your hips faster. Adam's other hand is on your waist, helping you move.

He sits up a bit, propping himself up on one arm. His thumb is still rubbing your clit. You wrap your arms around his neck and your fingers are in his hair. His lips are on your collarbone.

His lips make their way up to your jaw. He says softly, "Keep going. You're making me feel so good."

Adam’s praises give you the confidence to move faster. His tip hits your g-spot and you gasp.

You lean down and kiss Adam softly as you move.

Your walls clench around Adam’s length. He moans into the kiss softly as you both reach an orgasm.

His name falls from your lips as you release around him and he releases his seed into you. You both fall into the bed beside each other.

The kissing doesn’t stop. You messily makeout with Adam as you both catch your breath. Your hands both roam each other’s bodies as your lips move messily against each other.

Adam is the first to pull away from the messy kiss. You look at him and he says, “So, we’re together now?”

“Take me out on a date first and we’ll see,” you tease.

He laughs and kisses you one more time before he pulls you into his arms. You bury your face into his neck and smile against his skin before dozing off a few moments later. Adam soon follows you and dozes off too.

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[heresathreebee]

Waters Brackish and Briny (four)

[Ralph Lamont X Female Reader]

Summary: the first of many strange and unusual occurrences to come in your new home. Previous Masterlist Next

Tags: 15+ | 2k words | hauntings, an argument, physical intimidation 😬, secrets, crying

AN: hey remember there were ghosts in Things Seen and Heard? Personally I hate angst so sorry y'all 😔 I will NOT leave it here for long

SECOND WEEK

Ralph went back to work and the house became empty once more. Empty except for yourself and the house. And possibly a rat or two. You set up traps and finished moving the furniture in the downstairs rooms into place. The previous owners left a decently conditioned upright piano behind when they moved. A few scuffs on the legs and a toy soldier in the strings, but perfectly playable and barely out of tune. Nothing a little warm up couldn't change.

You ate lunch on the piano bench, glaring at the unfinished archway leading to the solar room. Should you sweep first or measure the windows to be fitted for panes? Do you want regular clear glass or some stained glass? Get crazy with it? 

You waste a couple hours playing basic melodies and manage to squeeze in time to do all the measurements for the windows before 3 pm. You take down the paper on the floor most window holes and sweep the dust and leaves and branches outside. You mop till the hardwood floor shines but you hate the white beech wood and add varnish to the To Do list. 

You ring up the Vayle boys you met the day you unloaded your furniture. "Hey Eddie! I was planning on making something for you and Cole as a thank you but I need some supplies first." 

It rained in the afternoon and Ralph came home with mud on his pants. "Baby what happened? Did you fall?" 

Ralph looked supremely annoyed. "One of the kids took a tumble and grabbed me for support. We both went down." 

You know he's in a sour mood but you can't stifle your laughter. You coo at him, looking over the damage to his suit. He's got mud caked on the seat of his pants and flecks of it as high as the back of his neck. You help him strip as much as appropriate with guests in the house. 

Your husband sniffs the vanilla scent from the air and looks at you incredulously. "Did you make cookies?" 

"Yeah," you said, "for Eddie and Cole." 

The boys waved at your husband from the kitchen counter. He gives a lustless wave back and trudges upstairs in his under things. You tip the boys with the rest of the cookies in an old dish and send them on their way home. 

You open your bedroom door to find Ralph butt ass naked and on his knees looking for something. 

"We should do this more often," you tease. 

Ralph looks up and raises an eyebrow at you then notices the position he's put himself in. "Now's not the time for jokes: do you know where the luffa is?" 

You cross your arms. "Well it's not under the bed…" 

"Helpful." Ralph climbs to his feet and his nose bumps yours. "Where. Is. The luffa." 

"Behind the bathroom door on a hook." 

"Why?" Ralph takes three steps towards the bathroom, then quickly retraces them and this time his forehead collides with you none too gently. "And not saving me a cookie? Uncool." 

"Open your mouth." His eyes go dark for a second and you roll yours. "Do it." 

You plant the last cookie in his mouth and flop onto the bedspread. "Go. Shower. I'll clean up the kitchen." 

The house creaks at night. Sometimes the sounds make the hair on your neck stand on end, but you simply squeeze Ralph and drift back to sleep. In the haze of a dream you think you hear something small and glass break a few rooms over but you can't hold onto your memories for long like this. 

Except tonight there is more than sounds. Beneath the smell of your body wash on Ralph's skin, something tickles the back of your throat. It's acrid and raw pulling you from the fringes of sleep into reality fast. You sniff the air and the scent seems to grow ten times stronger. It's like… it's like… 

You shake Ralph by the shoulder. He doesn't stir an inch. The smell is so strong you're choking on it. You grab Ralph and shake him like a doll until he bursts into wakefulness. 

"What? What?!" 

"Do you smell that?" 

"What?" His eyes are completely unfocused, face pinched in annoyance. 

"It smells like…" you turn on the bedside lamp much to his dismay. "It's like gasoline or something." 

Ralph growls and rubs at his eyes. "Exhaust fumes maybe. Ralph! We have to get up– we have to get out!" 

Somehow you manage to drag him out of bed and down the stairs. The smell gets weaker but it's still there burning in your nostrils like actual fire. Your eyes search frantically for that yellow orange flicker in every room to no avail. It doesn't ease your fear. 

"Come on." You push Ralph outside and the man almost falls off the wrap-around porch. His eyes are glued shut, legs shaking as he stands, and trapped in that sleep state. 

You rack your brain for ideas. Is the car on fire? Should you check the garage? Do you have a working fire extinguisher? There's one in the garage by the door but you doubt it's up to date. 

"Ralph baby please wake up, I need you…" 

You cling to his arm and he manages to crack one eye open. "The fuck is going on?" 

"Something's wrong," you stutter, "I think he's here."

Ralph opened his other eye and looked at you. His head swiveled to and fro over his shoulders, trying to peer out into the dark cover of night to find anyone lurking in the dark. His grip on your arm is tight, almost hurts. He looks back at you, puzzled. 

"Where?" 

You didn't know where, in fact you don't know why you said that. He had no idea where the two of you were. For all you know he might not even be a he at all. You've never met them but you're haunted by them. 

You shake your head and focus on the danger of now. "Fumes. I woke up and it smelled like exhaust fumes in our room." 

"I didn't smell anything," Ralph says. 

You growl. "I did. We need to call someone, we can't go back in the house. What if it's filled with gas and there is an open flame somewhere?" 

Ralph looks around then tries to walk past you towards the door. You catch him with a look of disbelief. 

"Did you not just hear a single word I said?!" 

Ralph sweeps your bruising grip from his arm. He keeps walking but he never breaks eye contact with you. He's definitely awake now. 

"If there's fumes, it's coming from the garage. Lord knows you're not going to let me look knowing that," he says stepping past the threshold into the mud closet next to the kitchen, "so we need to call someone." 

He picks up the phone from its cradle and dials 9-1-1. "Unless you have some secret satelite phone hidden in the barn, I'm all ears on how we call someone…" 

He's right. He's being an asshole about it but he's right. You can smell the fumes as you step in, desperate not to be far from him no matter what happens. Ralph plucks the housecoat from the hook by the door and fits it around your shoulders. You didn't realize you were shivering. 

The sheriff comes out tonight and it's half past 2 am. You and Ralph are waiting outside, a reasonable distance from the house in case an explosion was imminent but it never came. Sheriff Laughton brought a fire team and they searched the house. 

Travis–  as he asked them to call him– asked a few meandering questions. Ralph held your hand and answered as many as he dared, looking to you for the questions you could answer better. They both noticed your thousand yard stare but said nothing. 

Travis came back with the fire team and a long, befuddled face. "They checked over every inch of that house and didn't find anything except a broken lightbulb in the laundry closet." 

Ralphie did not return your gaze, instead he asked. "Nothing at all?" 

Travis scratched his head. "If there was something, it's gone now. I might have your cars looked at just in case, there's a mechanic about 10 miles yonder I can give you directions to." 

Ralph's hand smoothed over your shoulder to try warming you up. "No, no that's OK, I have a mechanic right here." 

You slap his chest for teasing you but your weak smile falls not a moment later. How can that be? They found nothing? Had you imagined the whole thing? But it had felt so real… 

By the time you brought your mind back to the present, you found Ralph had moved you to the kitchen and offered Travis a cup of coffee for his troubles. The fire team was packed up and driving off the property, leaving only the sheriff's cruiser out in that empty night. 

"Ralph," you whispered over the sink. "I think we should call Reagan…" 

"No." 

You blinked. He hadn't even taken a second to consider it, just… dismissed you out of hand like you were an annoyance. You crossed your arms over your chest and glared. 

"If you won't, I will." 

Ralph beat you to the phone and blocked your path, you glimpsed Travis standing awkwardly in the door but paid him no more than a passing thought. 

This was about to get ugly. 

"I. Am not crazy." You keep your voice low but the quiver of anger still seeps through. "I know what I smelled. It was real. If you're not going to ask for help, then fine, but do not stand in my way because of your pride." 

Ralph had that look in his eyes– the dangerous look. "Oh, honey, no… I told you– we are not calling Reagan." 

He kept shaking his head minutely, like it was the only thing keeping him from screaming. "That's final. I mean it, baby. I will lock you in that fucking basement if you touch that phone. I will burn this fucking house down before I let you even look at that dial." 

Your jaw hit the floor but before you could protest, Ralph had your arm in a death grip as he began to drag you out into the hallway. He was probably trying to push you to the bedroom but his out of character threat had rocked you. 

"Let me go," you growled, "Ralph! Stop it!" 

Travis called out to you two and you tried to wipe that innate look of fear from your face. Ralph seemed to snap out of it a bit when he realized you weren't alone and he finally released your arm. It didn't stop him from bending over you until his nose brushed yours and in a growl commanded you to go upstairs. 

Now is not the time to cry. Crying right now feels like weakness. You're not sad– you're fucking furious with him right now. But you're not about to make a bigger scene in front of this cop, so you push past him and head for the stairs. 

The blood racing in your veins is making your face hot and head pound. You can hear Ralph follow you up shortly, likely to continue the argument further but you are beyond listening at this point. You turn just in time to see him look at you funny– why are you mad?-- before slamming the door so hard you hear the wood around the lock almost splinter. 

He doesn't try the door. The light of the hallway goes out and you listen to him sigh as he heads for the couch to sleep on. You throw yourself onto your bed alone and cry into your pillow until exhaustion takes you to a dreamless black sleep.

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[marsbutterfly]

The Scientist’s Gamble - Part 2

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Summary: As the formation rides out, Hanji takes a moment to meet your eyes, and you smile at her. Today is going to be a win for humanity, you think to yourself. You could not be more wrong.

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After an hour or so peacefully riding your horses towards the forest, you begin to feel the floor shaking in the distance. Not long after, the first red flare is fired. A Titan. Thinking back on your knowledge acquired studying Titans with Hanji, you know it is a 5m from the way the ground is trembling - not tall enough that it will necessarily take more than a couple of Scouts to kill, but could still cause damage if it wasn't stopped in time.

You move your face to the right, enough so you can look at Hanji to see if this is the one she wants. She shakes her head - she doesn't want a regular titan. You know that that crazy look in her eyes can only mean one thing. She's after an Abnormal. Goosebumps travel up and down your body, and you reposition yourself on your horse to face forward once again. Without even realizing it, a smug smirk spreads across your face. This is going to be so fun!

"Reiner! - " you scream. Your throat hurts from the effort you put into the sound, yet you still prepare yourself to do it again.

" - I need you to ride to the center of the formation. Inform the Commander that if an Abnormal appears, bring it closer to us. Tell them they should not kill it unless absolutely necessary!"

"Of course," Reiner screams back, allowing his cloak to fall back against his shoulders. His blonde hair ruffles in the wind, a ridiculous smile plastered across his face, "but I'm just curious," he says, and you know exactly what's about to come out of his mouth before he says it as he yells, "Who the fuck put you in charge?"

Before you even have time to laugh at his stupid comeback, the beautiful brown haired scientist riding alongside you responds, "I did!"

Eyes wide, his lips scrunch up as he turns away to avoid eye contact with you and Hanji.

"Now go, Reiner!" Hanji says.

"Yes ma'am!", is all he says before he steers his horse left and rides out of sight. He doesn't give you the chance to say anything in response.

You can feel the laughter bubbling up in your chest, from deep in your throat to burst out of your mouth. You try to hold it in until the blonde soldier is out of sight, but you know he can hear you.

Tears form in your eyes as your stomach starts to hurt. You just can't keep it in. The look on Reiner's face is the funniest thing you've seen in a long while. Once you finally manage to slow down and take a deep breath to pull yourself together, you look over to Hanji to find she's been carefully watching you the whole time.

"Thank you for defending me!", you shout, flashing her the biggest smile you can manage.

"Of course! I'm not going to let anyone undermine you! You are my second in command right now! You know me better than anyone else! That's what makes you such an amazing assistant," her grin widens, "and an amazing friend!"

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks once again, but before you can reply, you notice something in the corner of your eye.

It's a black flare.

You and Hanji lock eyes for a brief moment before you both let out an excited scream at the same time - "LET'S GO!"

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You can see it now. The Titan is easily 7 meters tall, if not taller. It has blonde hair and brown eyes, and a relatively normally-proportioned body and facial features, but you notice it's walking with a strange limp. At its ankles, the Titan's feet were pointed in the opposite direction they should be. Yet, it runs ahead eagerly as if nothing is different. You've never even thought this was possible.

Perfect! You think to yourself.

You stand up on your horse and switch to your 3D maneuver gear. You shoot your grapples around the top of a tree branch and swing on top to land on your feet with a sense of balance that you're proud of. Multiple horses ride toward where you and the rest of the Scouts stand above them. The massive titan follows the Scouts closely, too close for anyone's comfort, but they're not giving up.

Once the monster is close enough, you and Hanji share a look before you run towards it, preparing yourselves to jump down on its shoulders, cut off its limbs, and strap it to the floor before it regenerates.

Data collected on previous missions showed that it takes approximately 4 minutes for its arms to regenerate, but it shouldn't take you that long to trap it. You're all extremely prepared for this, you've practiced for this and almost every other situation.

Now it's the time to prove you know what you're doing - except nothing could have prepared you for what came next.

The trap used to capture the titan is a fraction of a second late. You're already in the air, arms flung back in preparation to cut its underarm when you notice something is wrong.

Everything happens in slow motion as you see it's massive arm intercept the cables of your grapples, yanking you like a yo-yo across the trees. Your body collides against one of the many enormous trees surrounding you. The pain shoots all over your body. It is too intense, and your vision gets more clouded by the second. You could hear Hanji screaming your name, but you didn't stay conscious for much longer than that.

A few minutes pass by, but the damage caused by the titan makes it seem like much longer. You could see bodies all around you, at least 10, 15. Your comrades, your friends, dead because of a mistake out of your control.

Huh?  you think, and that's all that goes through your brain at moment. There is blood dripping down your face, and you're unable to tell if it's yours, the Titan's, or to one of the many bodies lying next to you.

A 5m titan wanders closer to you with every second, and somehow you manage to pull all the strength left in you. Your body is finally forced to sit up, despite all the pain, in your head, your bones, your heart.

"Why is this happening? This is not how today was supposed to go. We prepared for this expedition for weeks!" suddenly you stop talking. Your mind starts spinning as you desperately look amongst the pile of bodies, searching for one in particular.

"H-Hanji?" you manage to force out a whisper, but as soon as you take a deep breath, all the pain you were feeling, the grief for your fallen comrades, the rage towards titans, "HANJI!"

As you become more aware of your surroundings, the warm blood dripping down your face and the pain of your broken ribs are almost enough to make you stop fighting, but a small voice in the back of your head says: You need to find a way out of this forest and back home. You can't let the titans win!

You grab your blades and swing them with all your might, trying your hardest to keep the 5M Titan away for as long as you can until you have a plan. The truth is you just can't die now, but you also can't fight for much longer as you feel your body starting to cave in. The pain from your ribs is becoming unbearable, and your lungs feel like they will collapse at any moment. With every breath is getting harder to breathe. You want to keep fighting for longer, but in your condition, it just doesn't seem possible.

It's alright Y/N, you think to yourself, Your efforts weren't enough, but that's ok. Putting the blade down, you accept your fate, but hopefully, it will be quick. You close your eyes as the massive hands wrap around your already crushed body.

"Oh no, you don't!" someone screams, and their voice is the last thing you hear before passing out once again.

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You wake up to a bright light shining in your face. Your eyes open slowly, groggily.

Is this the afterlife? No. You can hear the saline dripping, in what kind of afterlife would you be hooked up to an IV in?

The pain in your head travels all over your body as if it's using your veins to move around. You try to readjust, but stop when a new pain shoots through your chest. You count one, two, three broken ribs. It could be worse. At least you're still alive. Your eyes slowly travel down the bruises that cover your body. Some scratches, stitches, broken fingers and toes. You are not even certain that you still have all of your teeth.

The shape beside you shifts ever so slightly, but it's enough to catch your attention. You turn to look, and into focus comes Hanji. Her head lay on her arms, which rest on top of your mattress next to your right hand. This is one of the few times you've ever seen her hair down - it looks a little messy, but it's still as beautiful as ever. Her glasses are folded on the bedside table in front of her. How long has she been sitting here?

"Han...ji..?" The effort you put into making the sound for only her name to come out is considerable. It scratches and burns, to your frustration, but the weak noise is enough to get her attention.

"You're awake!" she says as tears fill her tired brown eyes. "I was so worried about you - please don't ever do that to me again!" A small hiccup forms in the back of her throat. Her lower lip quivers.

The mere sight of Hanji crying is enough to shatter your heart. You try your best to comfort her within your confines. You reach to touch her hand, eyes softening. The sharp pain of your ribs again forces you to gently recline your back on your pillow once again, but you hold her hand tightly.

"What happened?" you ask.

"The Abnormal we were trying to trap moved faster than anticipated it would. The soldiers fired the net approximately 1.9 seconds late but it was enough to derail the entire plan."

She lifts your hand to plant a kiss on it, almost like she was buying herself time before she had to tell you what the rest of the losses were. Flashes of memories come back to you snippets at a time, not enough to give you a full understanding of what happened, but enough to make your heart sink.

Hanji continues, "Your jump would have been perfectly timed if everything had gone according to plan. When the Titan got out, it tangled your line, and you went flying into a tree." You remember the pain you felt at that moment, you've never felt anything like that before. You could remember clearly the sound your ribs made as they broke.

"After that, it became clear to everyone that our mission had failed, and by the time Commander Erwin gave the retreat order, the Abnormal had already eaten everyone around you. Your body was laying among all the corpses around you and I thought I lost you forever -" Hanji abruptly cuts herself off. She catches her breath and closes her eyes to compose herself.

"I heard you scream my name. I ran back to find you, and you were in the Titan's hand. I couldn't let that happen, obviously. I cut off its arm and caught you while Captain Levi went for the nape. I carried your body to the medic's cart, and I haven't left you since."

"How long?" you croak.

Hanji sighs, "Four days."

"And you've been here the whole time?"

Hanji smiles. "I only left for bathroom breaks."

You roll your eyes, but for a few moments, you forget about the pain covering every inch of you. You were never one for impulsivity but now, your body moves on its own. You're more than familiar with how this scene plays out - you think about it constantly. Your hands shake, and you feel your nerves getting worse the longer it takes.

You've been wanting to do for this for years, and now you have the perfect moment. After what happened, you need to kiss her, even if it's the only time you ever do. So, gently but quickly enough that you can't take it back, you grab her face and pull her to your lips. As they seal together, Hanji is taken by surprise, but just as quickly melts away in your embrace. She places her arms on your shoulders as you deepen the kiss.

It's exactly the way you imagined it would be. Goosebumps rise on your body in response to her soft breath against your mouth. A tiny sob escapes your lips as you're all at once reminded you of how much it hurts to move. But that doesn't stop you. After what feels like hours, you pull away reluctantly. You don't want this moment to ever end.

The bright red blush covering her cheeks makes her look even prettier than usual. She gently touches her lips, looking off into the distance like she's lost in thought.

You pull her back into the moment "Squad Leader..." you begin, taking a deep breath and forming fists with your hands. You gather every ounce of courage you have in you. It's now or never. "I've been in love with you for quite some time, and I should've said something before but I was scared."

Once you've started talking, the words pour out of your mouth.

"Now that I almost became Titan food, I don't want to keep it in any longer. I love the way your eyes sparkle when you're talking about Titans. I love the way your hair falls over your shoulders when you're training, and the way you adjust the straps of your glasses. I could sit here and list everything that's great about you because you are the most amazing person I have ever met."

Your hands start to shake, and your throat burns with effort, but you push out your most important statement. "I'm deeply and completely in love with you, Hanji."

Her mouth hangs open slightly.

Did I just make a huge mistake? It doesn't matter - I had to get this off my chest, you think to yourself.

She's extremely quiet for a few seconds - no more than a minute, but enough time for you to start panicking.

"Since when?" she asks.

"Since I listened to your guest lecture on titans when I was still in the Training Corps."

"Why haven't you said anything up until now?"

You can't help but laugh. "Everyone in the Survey Corps, and probably everyone in the entire military already knows. I just assumed you weren't interested."

"Huh?? I've never noticed!!" she says, waving her hands above her head. You laugh again as you readjust yourself on the bed. "But now that I think about it, I guess you did hug me a lot for no apparent reason... and Erwin did insist that you be my assistant..." she counts off on her fingers, "and you always blushed when I touched you and - oh wait."

She looks down at her legs, her fingers flying to fidget with her hair. "I can't believe I didn't notice..." Her blush spreads deeper once the realization hits her. "The truth is, I've been liking you too, but I thought you liked Captain Levi, or Eren."

You wrinkle your nose, shaking your head. Hanji laughs, standing up to wave you over to the other side of the bed. She lies beside you on the hospital bed, placing her head on your shoulder while carefully lacing your fingers together. She's careful not to bump your injuries. The smell of her hair awakens the butterflies in your stomach, and you place your chin on her head to wrap your free arm around her shoulder.

"I'm glad you're alive." Hanji says. Her voice is barely audible, her words meant for you alone. "From now on, I won't leave your side. You'll be out in the forest killing titans in no time."

You smile. "Right now, there's no other place that I'd rather be than right here next to you." She looks up at your face, flashing you a grin before she pulls you closer, and your lips close against each other once again.

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A week later, you listen to birds chirp outside of the window while you read your book. The sunlight feels warm and nice against your legs, and the rare silence you're in is much appreciated. It doesn't last long.

"Y/N!!!!!!!!!"

The door barges open to reveal a gaggle of teenagers stumbling over one another.

"Y/N! I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU!" Sasha yells as she runs to hold your hand, but her attention quickly shifts to the half-eaten bean soup on your bedside table. She looks at the soup, and then at you once again.

"You can have it, Sasha," you say with a smile, gesturing to the small bowl. The starved brown-haired girl doesn't lose a second and instantly starts to devour it. A giggle escaping your body as you watch her.

"How are you feeling?" Eren asks before sitting on the bed.

"I'm alright, but I'll need to stay behind during the next few expeditions. I should be good as new in a month or two!"

They stay with you for a little less than an hour, telling you all about their experiences with the failed mission. You find out from them which soldiers were lost and which were injured, along with other small details Hanji didn't mention.

A knock on the door causes all eyes to turn away from you for a moment. Hanji starts to enter, and then gasps as she realizes you have guests.

"Am I interrupting something?" she asks.

You flash her a caring smile while reaching your hand out to grab hers. She blushes slightly, but sits beside you. "Of course not. I was wondering where you were," you say. Mikasa makes eye contact with you, and then looks pointedly at your hands as they sit clasped. You blush too.

"Meeting with the Commander," Hanji sighs, "It went on for longer than expected, I'm sorry."

You could hear the giggles coming from your friends as their eyes rest upon you and Hanji.

"We should get going now, but we'll be sure to come over again soon!" Armin says as he and Mikasa push the rest of the group through the door.

Hanji leans forward to kiss your forehead. You close your eyes, and when you open them, you meet Mikasa's emotionless gaze from a crack in the doorway, Hanji's lips still on you. Your eyes widen, but Mikasa just nods, face unchanged, and closes the door behind herself.

"They're good friends to you," Hanji says after a few seconds.

You smile."They're also a handful. But yeah, you're right."

A long, rather comforting silence passes between the two of you. During the silence, you take time to focus on how soft her skin feels against your fingers, tracing the visible veins on her hand as your mind drifts away. You're pulled back to reality as soon as you hear her voice.

"It's a beautiful day outside, would you like to sit on the grass with me?"

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The breeze rushes through your messy hair as you adjust yourself on top of the blanket. You squint your eyes and places your arm against your forehead in an attempt to keep the sunshine from hurting your vision.

"There's something I want to ask you, Hanji," you mumble.

"Yes?" She inquires, tilting her head while looking at you.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" The expression on your face remains the same as when you had been peacefully basking in the sun, but you can hear your blush rushing, heart pounding in your ears. She looks away while blushing, and you're able to notice a smile appear on her face.

"There's nothing I would like more," she says, turning to face you once again. "Well maybe an abnormal, but I do want this a lot."

"You're impossible!" you say while gently pushing her arm.

As you two laugh, your bodies get closer as if they are moving on their own until your lips are sealed in a love-filled kiss. You wrap your arms around her neck while she grabs your hips, slowly pulling you onto her lap.

"I'm in love with you, Hanji." you whisper against her lips, not wanting anyone else to hear these words but her.

"And I'm in love with you, Y/N."

You hug her tightly, feeling her hair against your face as the smell of her shampoo fills your nose. For the first time since you started to prepare for the now-failed mission that led to your injury, your body isn't in pain anymore. You can relax in Hanji's arms, knowing that your long time crush is finally your partner. You can worry about researches and experiments and missions later, right now all you need is Hanji.

"Let's stay here for a little while longer," she says before resting her back against the grass, carefully pulling you towards her. Your head rests on her shoulder as your fingers lace together, a feeling of peace takes over your body knowing that from now on, you'll have her by your side no matter what.

"Yeah... I would like that." You say as you close your eyes, focusing on her breathing as the warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze lull you to sleep. Maybe the next time Hanji comes up with the idea to capture another titan, you'll stay in the lab instead.

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