#imma pray and sleep tight

[neurodivenport]

SIR! SIR! imma need you to be writing more nsfw chase fics! i have no shame. i need more. im on my hands and knees. credit card out and ready. i will even give you scenarios if you need some. im begging, crying, screaming, wailing, salivating, barking, meowing, purring, wobbling, and all the other i-n-g-s. you're the only one that gets into it. 😩

i literally love u… here’s something thats been floating in my brain for a hot minute (that i never wrote because of lack of motiv+ive been sick ugh)

but PLEASE send me scenarios if you have any! i ALWAYS wanna write stuff for him but its just about if i have actual ideas or not

its literally nothing but porn without plot under the cut you’ve been warned (chase davenport x gn!reader)

Chase had finally come up with a way to recharge without his capsule.

He spared you the nitty gritty of it, only telling you he had changed the way his entire room worked in order for him to sleep in your (now) shared bed. You told him he didn’t have to go through all that just because you wanted to sleep next to him- but he insisted that he was just as desperate to hold you, too.

The thought of that made you feel warm.

You watch as he turns off the light, cuddled up in his own set of pajamas, which you note have a little Davenport Industries logo on the side. He squeezes in next to you, lifting the covers above his body.

“I never knew how you slept without a blanket,” You note, “It’s so cold in your room… and you were just in a glass capsule.”

“Highly flexible industry grade polymer,” Chase corrects, with the ‘I’m a genius’ smile plastered on his cute face, “And these pajamas are designed to be warmer than blankets, with adjustable settings to regulate it to human body temperatures. You can also just turn those features off completely.”

You gape at him, eyebrows furrowed tight, watching as he giggles at your expression. “God, you Davenports are so strange.”

He just hums in response, a big, dumb grin lighting up his face.

You settle in, turning around to your side. When you feel him hesitating, you grasp his hand in yours, pulling his arm to slot over your side. He pulls you in tight, spooning your form against his. You feel his face bury itself into your neck, humming, nustling itself into your skin.

“‘S really nice,” Chase says after a few beats- voice muffled with his face in your neck.

You laugh a little, squeezing his hand. “It is for me too.”

You feel him push his body closer to yours, like he’s trying to get as close as he can. His hands bunch up at your pajama shirt, legs intertwining with yours, trying to pull you closer to him.

“Mm, Chase,” You hum, “You okay?”

“Mmhm,” He says, “I just- I want to be close to you.”

“I don’t think you can get any closer than this.” You giggle.

Chase hums in response. You know how clingy he can be, how touch starved he is, constantly clinging to you like a koala or a sloth to a tree. You bet he’d hold you for the rest of his life if he could- not getting up to a single other thing.

You feel his thumb barely touching the light hint of your skin that peeks out from your scrunched shirt, feather light and shaky. He’s praying you don’t notice him taking in your smell.

You slide your leg between his, intertwining your limbs to bring him ever tighter, pulling him forward with your tangled hands. You hear him grunt as he slots against your back, before stilling behind you, lifting his head off from your neck.

“Sorry.”

You don’t understand what he’s talking about… until you feel it.

Oh.

Oh.

“Chase,” You breathe out a laugh, “It’s okay. Don’t apologize.”

“It just- it just happens.”

You can feel him trying to hover his crotch away from your ass, trying not to press his obvious hard-on against you. You two have had sex before- but since it’s still early in that stage of your relationship, his nerves are still never ending, never wanting to overstep a boundary.

You grab onto his hip, pulling him towards you to press just as tightly as he was before. He grunts at the contact, pulling his lip between his teeth.

“You don’t have to,” Chase says, ever the gentleman, voice laced with tensity.

“Chasey,” You breathe, knowing full well what any pet name does to him, “I like making you feel good.”

He lets out a long trembling breath at that. He stays silent for a minute, clearly contemplating something, the cogs in his brain practically audible.

“Can I, uh,” Chase stutters, fidgeting with your shirt. “Can I just… do this…?”

You feel him grind against your ass experimentally. That makes you moan, shifting it back against him, reveling in the soft, barely noticeable noise he makes.

“Go ahead, baby,” You encourage. “Get yourself off for me.”

That makes him whine, burying his face back into your neck. He can never get used to your vulgarity.

Chase’s hips start moving, softly humping against you. You hold his hips in aid, guiding him with more determined strokes.

“That feel good?” You ask. He moans softly, nodding his head.

His movements get faster as he adds more pressure, his hand gliding up your stomach. Sensing his hestiance, you grab his hand and place it on your chest, feeling him pinch a nipple from over your shirt.

“I’m-“ He starts, cutting himself off with a groan, “I’m close- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, baby, you’re doing such a good job for me. You deserve it. Let yourself go.”

Chase’s whines amp up in volume, getting more and more frequent while his thrusts lose their rhythm. He’s trying to muffle his sounds into your skin, embarrassed by how much he’s enjoying this.

With a final groan, he stills, legs twitching as you feel his pants dampen.

He’s panting as he comes down, barely moving. You reach back to pet his hair, turning and placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “Was that good?”

He hums in response, still high pitched and breathy. That makes you giggle, squeezing his cheek.

As you begin to push yourself up off the bed, you feel him grab you.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m just gonna get you a washcloth and new pajamas, don’t worry.”

Chase’s eyes are big and dreamy as he speaks. “I want- I want to return the favor.”

You smile, heart warming - knowing full well its not out of obligation but out of his own want.

“Can you do that in the shower?”

You’ve never seen him get up so fast.

#chase davenport x reader #not putting this in the main tag cause ik some people dont like that #sub chase rots my brain sorry #i see him as a switch but im more dom leaning so i just automatically invision him in more sub scenarios 😭 #ns/fw #i also have a pussy eating draft but thats neither here nor there

[iruiji]

Since I'm having a bit of a problem getting motivation for the Fungi and Sagau, imma just drop some Scaramouche crumbs as a cat.

Yes.

And this is also a gift to all my followers. Oh man I got 160+ of you I don't even know how-

I have no deep knowledge of felines, but our family does own several of them, so some would be from my observations mostly.

So, to start off, I picture you meeting Scaramouche as a kitten, dripping like a wet rat from hiding in an inconspicuous alley somewhere.

You, being an animal lover, immediately took off your jacket to cover the poor thing in warmth, only to be hissed and clawed at - little guy would probably murder you the moment you stepped closer, so you baited him with some cat food you always bring to feed strays that you might encounter.

Took almost a full 3 hours, but poor bloke probably got tired of shivering and walked towards you, warning in its eyes as it chomped down on the soggy food. You almost cried at the defeated look on its face.

You offered the jacket again, and this time the kitten buried its face on the warm cotton after some sniffing. Told him you'd get up to carry him home, and it just closed its eyes. You get your handkerchief from your bag to at least dry his fur a little - poor thing is very, very cold.

The moment you get home you immediately turned on the heater, and seated yourself beside it, but not before getting a thick blanket first and replacing the dripping jacket. You made a tight bundle out of it with the kitten to change your clothes and then went back to cuddling him.

A hiss suddenly woke you up from your slumber, only to see the kitten yowling in his haste to free itself from the blanket. You snort and expertly avoid the little swipes he made at you while you untie the blanket.

Dude literally flies past you and jumps on the top of the cabinet with ease, growling when you tried to reach for him. Another flurry of swipes met your hand when you attempt a second try of getting him down.

Right.

You gave it some wet food and water while it perches itself on its place, and then made a small bed from an old fleece blanket. He sniffs at it, peed, before giving you a somewhat haughty look. You swear it looks like a smirk.

Another bed was made, this time out of cotton, and it too was rejected with a mighty push from the kitten - landing sadly on the floor with a flop.

Tried silk just to fuck with him, only to be shredded into smithereens the moment you placed it on the varnished wood with a mighty yowl.

A resounding no, then.

As a last resort, since you have limited types of fabrics (you mostly have cotton), you gave him one of your memory foam pillows, and it was met with a.. peaceful.. approach?

He rolled on it once, and never got up.

You pinch the bridge of your nose in resignation.

Thus, Kunikuzushi was named. Country Destroyer. Fitting.

The rest of the first week you learned what he likes: soft surfaces (mostly memory foam beds), mackerel (he vehemently refused to eat cat food, and if you try to make him eat it, pray to whoever God you believe that you'll survive his unrelenting swipes), warm baths, being left alone (DO NOT SNEAK ON HIM YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED), and sleeping, mostly.

He dislikes touching (with a vengeance - but you're working on that because poor bloke looked like he desperately wanted to cuddle sometimes with how he rolls and rolls on the bed until you gave him a blanket) (you can also imagine just how his first rodeo with the Vet went), cat food (DUH), other cats (you're HIS), other people (again, you're HIS), and loud noises. Poor bloke nearly jumped from the window when you broke a glass once and did not eat for almost a day with how much he's shivering (he was given a small doll of a boy that day, which thankfully, survived his tastes).

So.. imagine your shock when in the middle of winter, you tried calling him for cuddles, and he looks at you - like really looked at you, before he slowly crawls on your lap and practically flops himself down.

Boy, you probably need to see a doctor with how far your eyes bulged out from their sockets. Can you still breathe? With me: one, two, three, four..

Now, imagine when you finally mustered up the courage to pet him and he purred-

Reader.exe has stopped working.

(Hold on, I am being overwhelmed myself, lemme just get a glass of water before I faint..)

After that one incident, things got a little bit more.. peaceful. Just a bit. He still hates touches and will go at you like a madman if he ever sees you attempting to give him those horrendous cat food or cuddles.

The big change happened when you two were living together for seven months - he looked bigger and healthier and you were always proud of him when you see him lounging as a loaf by the window, basking under the comfortable heat of the sun. To think he was as small as a rat before!

He's deeeefintely the type to push items from the table as he looked at you, taunting you to dare and stop him. He'd had broken ten glass as this is being written.

But Kuni is rather tamed now, and doesn't easily swipe at you, although he gives you judging looks after doing something stupid (burning food or tripping and being clumsy in general) that makes your skin crawl sometimes. He does meow a bit when you get injured sometimes though, and that's one of the rare times where you are permitted to cuddle with him.

He went outside like 6 times in that period - the last three happening at the 6th month because he just doesn't want to interact with anyone else.

So yeah. You got off work, ready to go home to your beloved terror of a cat, only to panic when you found your place trashed when you opened the door, Kuni dangling in the hands of a man trying to suffocate him.

You didn't even think and body-slammed that asshole like a champ. He hit the wall hard but was able to recover to land a solid right hook and then you're on the floor with bloodied lip. Then you heard what probably terrify other people (you're just used to it as this point), a loud yowl, before Kuni was descending like an irked God intent on enacting his punishment.

The screams, although horrifying, was somewhat music to your ears at that moment.

Police were called as your cat growl, swiped, and bite at the man. You yourself was on the verge of fainting, so you try and call him over - didn't want to really leave him if the burglar becomes a corpse by the time you wake up.

"Kuni.. ow."

He stills and immediately runs to you, pawing at your cheek, mewling as he rubs your face with his own.

You let out a choked gasp, then it's black.

After that incident, his interaction with you increased - from sitting on your lap, rubbing himself on your leg, to sleeping next to you. It's not an everyday occurrence, of course, but it's as if he's given you the privilege to touch him whenever he's beside you and just bask in it.

Hoo boy, the things it does to your heart.

A year after you discover him from the alley in the middle of a downpour, you finally gave him a small collar with his name on it.

"There! Awww, blue and violet looks good on you, Kuni! Do you want to try dressing up next?"

He swiped your newly bought ceramic cup from the table in retaliation.

That's 11.

OMFG I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS HOW I AM RAKING MY BRAIN FOR INSPIRATION AND THEN I JUST THOUGHT, "HEY, HOW WOULD SCARA BE AS A CAT" AND THEN THIS VOMIT JUST- FINISHED WITHIN 20 MINUTES, NO LESS!! T.T

Anyways, hoped ya enjoy. See you in the next century or something. ALSO, THIS IS HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THAT TUMBLR POST ABOUT KAZUHA AND XIAO AS ADORABLE CATS. IF SOMEONE CAN LINK IT HERE, I WILL LOVE YOU FOR A THOUSAND YEARS, THANKS.

#scaramouche #scara #scaramucci #scara x reader #wanderer #kunikuzushi #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x gnreader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #scaracat #LETS GO I CANT WAIT FOR 3.3 #scaramouche x reader

[vampyrsutton]

DabiHawks~Hierophilia

Summary:

Hierophilia: Hierophilia refers to sexual urges, preferences or fantasies involving sacred or religious objects.

Ao3 Tags:

hierophilia, Demon!Dabi, Priest!Hawks, Sort Of, Rimming, Animalistic Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Biting, Marking, Multiple Orgasms, Over stimulation, Feral Behavior, Bakugou Katsuki Writes Fanfiction, rip mina, Kinktober 2020

Notes:

So I was listening to Church by Chase Atlantic to sleep like a month or two before I wrote this, and my brain starts writing Demon!Dabi x Priest!Hawks fanfic and out of nowhere hits me with “Hero!Dabi and Hawks live together and Dabi comes home early to find Hawks reading fanfiction about the scenario so Dabi reads it and hops on Etsy”.

Oh, also I headcanon that Dabi knows sign language because Endeavor would definitely be an ablest piece of shit so Touya learned sign to not only piss him off but also because it’s a useful skill.

Italics are the fanfiction Hawks is reading.

“ Stay on the ground until your knees hurt , pretty bird.” The scarred demon smirked down at the winged priest who was quickly turning the same shade as his wings. A low chuckle rumbled from his throat when his pretty little priest began praying to a god that had abandoned him long ago. “ No more praying baby Imma be your preacher .”

Dabi crowded the priest space as he slid his tight leather pants down. “I can put that mouth to much better use than silly prayers. Come on, baby bird.”

Hawks looked up at the demon before him, defiance in his eyes before they widened and did a double take. “I- That thing better come with some demonic lube. Jesus Christ.”

“Oh, Jesus has nothing to do with this, baby bird. I think you already knew that though, didn’t you? You can’t take your eyes off of it. I can practically taste the lust radiating off of you.  Go on, Father . Have a taste.” 

The sinful priest has the audacity to cross himself before taking as much as possible into his mouth. Like that would actually save him. “There’s a good boy. Come on, Hawks. I know you can take mo-”

"What the actual fuck are you reading?" Dabi asked suddenly from behind Hawks, earning what Hawks couldn't deny was a surprised squawk.

"When the hell did you get here?!"

"About the time Demon Me promised to take you back to church." Dabi shrugged nonchalantly, barely hiding his smirk. 

Hawks flushed as he realized how long ago that was. "And you didn't say anything because????" 

His smirk was now fully visible, teasing in his eyes. "I did but you were distracted.” 

Hawks goes about as red as his wings now, not realizing just how engrossed he was in the fanfiction. "Oh."

"Yeah. Sooo what the fuck were you reading?" 

"Ummm…. well uh-sigh - I met some of my intern's schoolmates today, and one of them insisted on showing me some of their friend's stuff and well... curiosity killed the cat." Hawks was fully red, hiding behind his wings.

"But you're a bird." Dabi grinned.

"Shut up!"

"So you're telling me I was ignored by my own boyfriend in favor of reading some 15 year-old's fanfiction of a demonic version of me stripping priest you of his holiness?" Hawks knew without looking he was getting the raised eyebrow of judgement.

"It was well written okay!" Hawks huffed, pouting dramatically even if Dabi couldn't see his face.

"Mhmm...send it."

Hawks almost choked on his own spit as he threw open his wings to stare dumbfounded at his scarred boyfriend. "What?!" 

"Send it to me. You work tomorrow, I don't, and I've already exhausted Disney+ so send it." 

"W-why?" Hawks asked in suspicion.

Dabi just shrugged with one of his lazy smirks.  "Curiosity killed the cat." 

Hawks groaned, but went ahead and shared it with him. "You're insufferable." 

The smirk only grew as he flopped on the couch next to Hawks. "You love it"

Hawks glanced over out of the corner of his eye, and raked his eyes over his scarred body up to his piercing turquoise eyes before groaning once more. "God I really do." 

"Is that what you said in the fanfic too-mph!" Dabi's smartass was cut off by a throw pillow smothering him. 

"Insufferable!" 

~~~

" I know it's weighing on your conscience , pretty bird, but don't take my verses out of context ." The demon growled into the priest's ear as he slammed into him.

"Da-Daaabi~! Ahhh~ God! Ahhh~!" Hawks was a rambling mess, eyes shut tight to avoid looking into the stunning blue that promised to drag him further into damnation. 

Dabi smirked, laughing when his baby bird started rambling in Latin, probably trying to save whatever soul hadn't already been fucked out of him. " Speaking in tongues yeahwe ain't done yet. I'll keep you up until the sunset." 

Hawks shivered at the words, giving in as he held onto the demon for dear life, moaning low in his ear. "God. Keep going. Please. Ahhh~!" 

"God already left, baby bird, but I'm about to take you back to church and so. Much. Farther. Than. That." Dabi growls, nipping at a sun-kissed shoulder as he emphasizes each word with a thrust. 

"Ahhhh~!"

"Well shit." Dabi laughed in shock as he finished what was apparently called a HotWings fic. "Good to know this shit has improved since my days in the closet." 

He hummed to himself as he clicked on the link to the song the author got inspiration from. "...I can see how this would help with ideas...hmmm" 

The smirk that split Dabi's face as he opened a new tab was worthy of the horns he orders. "Birdie is gonna hate this for all of 5 seconds."

~~~

Keeping the packages a secret from Hawks with their fucked schedules was hell, but damn him if it wasn't gonna be worth it.

'Thank you SparkyBoom420.' Dabi thought silently as he made sure everything was in order before Hawks arrived. 

"You're off the rest of the night,  right birdie?" 

"And tomorrow as you requested. What's up, Dabs?" Hawks questioned through the phone.

"Hmm. You'll see. There will be a box on the balcony when you land. Don't look at it, just change."

"Ooo~ playing dress up tonight~?" Hawks hummed, obviously intrigued.

"Somethin' like that. Just do as you're told, birdie. Colors?" 

"Shit, Dabs, we're getting kinky kinky. Green."

"See you soon, baby bird." Dabi smirked through the phone as he heard a thud on the balcony before he hung up. 

'...He did not.' Hawks almost laughed when he caught a glimpse of himself in the window reflection and realized just what Dabi was making him wear. 

"Dabs? Did you seriously get a priest outfit after reading the fiii-...fuck me."

"That's the plan, pretty bird." Dabi smirked from the hallway entrance. 

Any smart ass comment Hawks could have had was immediately stolen as he drank in the sight before him. 

Dabi’s already wild hair that Hawks couldn’t get him to brush if his life depended on it was now expertly teased in a way that makes it look like he just had sex, and were those horns black or really dark purple? Black eyeliner along his not scarred lid made his already brilliant eyes pop more, and Hawks didn’t know if they were contacts or what but his pupils were outlined in red. His ears were pointed by prosthetics, and when Dabi quirked his lip further in a smirk - holy shit he had fangs that most definitely were not prosthetics. How was Hawks supposed to act holy? Trailing his eyes down further for his own sanity did the exact opposite as he spotted the black choker around Dabi’s neck with chains connecting to his nipple piercings which made Hawks realize the other had no shirt on, just a black leather harness. What really did him in was the sinfully tight leather pants that left no room for underwear and absolutely nothing to the imagination. The look was finished off by complicated looking platform boots that allowed Dabi to loom over his birdie, and uncrossing his arms to pick at his nails revealed claws.

“Well? What do you think, baby bird?” Dabi hummed, the fire in his eyes saying he already knew the answer. 

Hawks opened his mouth to answer but all that left him was a squeak before he closed the balcony door between them, screeched, and opened it again. “How dare you get even sexier!”

A low laugh rumbled from somewhere in Dabi’s chest, and Hawks sent out a feather to cover his mouth. “Nope! None of that. How the hell do you expect me to act holy in this situation?”

Hawks could feel the smirk against his feather as Dabi signed. ‘Gonna be stripping you of that holiness anyway, pretty bird.’

Hawks groaned before shivering when a hot tongue ran along the vein of his feather. “Da-Dabi~ Cheater.”

Dabi was now twirling the feather between his claws with a smirk befitting the get up. “Nah. I just know my prey. Now what do you say, baby bird. Ready to fall with me?” He hummed, blowing hot air on the feather and earning a small chirp and a puff of wings. 

Hawks called the feather back so it could no longer be used against him as he tried to collect himself. “...Well we’re going to hell anyway. Might as well go down legends.”

“There’s the spirit, baby bird.” The demon chuckled low in his throat before sauntering over, and giving Hawks a view of the tail flicking behind him as well as...how did he not notice the bat like wings until now? They must be attached to the harness, but the tail seemed to have a mind of its own so it couldn’t even be a plug.

Hawks wanted to play with both, and pouted a little that he couldn’t get revenge for all the times Dabi took him apart just by playing with his feathered wings. “God, you really did go all out?”

“Only the best for my pretty bird.” Dabi hummed, lifting Hawks chin with a clawed hand and licking his lips. “Remind me to send your intern’s class a nice donation after this.”

Hawks almost laughed. “That will be a hell of a note. ‘To Class 1A. For giving me knew ideas to fuck my boyfriend’s brains ou-’ wait do that again.”

Dabi knew what he meant, but smirked as he played dumb. “Do what, baby bird?”

“Stick your tongue out agai-holy shit.”

Dabi let his pierced tongue loll out of his mouth and Hawks groaned low when it fell past his chin. “You did something with your tongue, too.”

“All the better to eat you with, my dear.” Dabi growled in a way that went right to Hawks’ dick. 

“You’re gonna kill me, Dabs.” Hawks groaned, leaning into Dabi’s shoulder and shivering when he could feel the rumbling laugh against his body. 

“Don’t worry, baby bird. I just want your soul, not your life. Color?” 

Hawks chirped when claws gently scratched against his scalp. “Green, Dabs. Really fucking green.” 

Dabi smirked before giving Hawks a nudge towards the bedroom. “Then keep leading me into your room,birdie.”

Hawks sighed, pausing for a moment before seeming to collect himself. “Come demon. I'm about to take you back to church so tell me your confessions.What's the worst?”

Dabi rose a brow as his birdie fell into character, and he did the same. “What’s the worst? You sure you want to know that, pretty bird? Might be too much for your holiness. ”

“Please. I am a child of god as much as I’m sure you once were. So tell me, demon. I know it's weighing on your conscience.” Hawks hummed as he opened the bedroom door.

The demon almost snorted. ‘How many times did he read that fic?’

“It’s definitely been weighing on my mind, but I’m not sure about my conscience since it hasn’t happened yet.”

“What do you mean by that, fallen one?” The priest hummed, a grunt leaving him when he was suddenly caged against the freshly closed door. 

“Oh, not much. Just thought s of this pretty blonde preacher with bright red wings worthy of a demon himself. I’ve been imagining taking him back to his precious church and letting him sing his sweet hymns for his god and all the angels to hear as I baptize between his thighs until it hurts and I have to carry him to hell with me.” Dabi growls into his pretty bird’s red flushed ear, smirking at his trembling wings.

Hawks bites back a groan as he digs his own talons into the door. “O-oh really? That would be quite the sin. What makes you think he would fAll s-so easily?” Hawks squeaks when Dabi drags that long tongue up his neck to nibble his ear.

“Hmmm. I don’t think it would be too hard of a sell.” The demon chuckles as he grinds his thigh between Hawks’ where there is already a tent forming in the black slacks.

Hawks bites his lip to hold in his moan and avoid giving in. “I-if he’s truly a man of g-go- of fuck. Dabiii~” 

“As you were saying?” Dabi smirked, nipping at Hawks’ neck as he picks him up to grind their cocks together. 

“Fuck. Dabs. Just fuck, please~” Hawks groans, careful to avoid staples as he claws at scarred back, settling on clinging to the harness holding the wings. 

“Some man of god you are, huh?” Dabi laughs, making sure Hawks’ wings won’t knock them off balance as he pulls them away from the door and to the bed.

“Sh-shut up. You knew that would last all of five seconds the second you put on those stupid pants. Are those from your original hero costume ‘cause fUck! God Dabs, I can feel your fucking piercings through those.” Hawks moans, grinding down before whining when he’s tossed on the bed. 

The demon climbs on top of Hawks, normally bright eyes practically glowing in the light and setting Hawks’ bird instincts haywire. “Yeah, they are. That’s why I dug them out, pretty bird. I know how you love feeling the drag of them against your cock. You could get off on my piercings alone couldn’t you?”

Hawks moans, grabbing the choker around Dabi’s neck and using it to pull him down into a kiss, swallowing the moan this causes when he forgets the chains of the choker are attached to the ravens nipple piercing so tugs them too. 

“Fuck, baby bird.” Dabi growls, rutting against the priest’s still clothed cock as he nips the blonde’s bottom lip. 

He growls again when his reaction makes the birdie think he can smirk up at him before he leans down to lick into the smaller’s mouth, long tongue exploring his mouth fully. 

Hawks whines as his mouth is completely dominated, holding onto the wings once more to try to anchor himself. 

Dabi smirks when he finally comes up for air and his birdie already looks blissed out, slurring his words. 

“D-Dabs...please~ fuck me already. Pls.” Hawks rambles, losing his vowels on the last please.

“Hmmm, I don’t know, preacher. Have you earned this demon’s cock?” Dabi hums, baring his fangs down at the other.

Hawks’ instincts go nine kinds of haywire between very turned on and prey staring into the eyes of a predator as he moans loud. “Please, Dabi, please~ Please fuck me, fuck. Your tongue, please babe, please. I’ll be a good boy just please fuck me.”

Dabi snarls animalistically as his birdie begs for his tongue and his cock. He grabs the lube he left on one of the pillows before pausing. “I’m now realizing the claws were a mistake…” A smirk splits his face as he once again changes their positions so he’s laying back with the blonde on his chest, facing away from him. “Show me, how bad you want it birdie.”

Hawks looks back at him in confusion before it clicks and Hawks moans low before laying across Dabi’s torso and licking the demon’s tip, sucking around the sensitive head. This leaves his ass on full display for Dabi to do with as he pleases.

The demon smirks at the pretty pink hole before him, smacking one of the perky little cheeks and chuckling at the yelp and moan this earns him. He spends a few seconds just kneading his boyfriend’s ass before he finally tilts his head forward and licks a stripe from balls to hole, poking the tip of his tongue in teasingly. 

Hawks lets out a surprised squawk then another moan, squirming a bit at the feeling as Dabi starts working his tongue in and out of him. Another smack to his ass jolts him out of his haze before he gets back to his own task, running his tongue up Dabi’s shaft before taking as much as possible into his throat. He moans around the demon as the other slowly works more of his tongue into him, getting him a possessive growl that sends vibrations into his hole.

Dabi slowly works more of his tongue in, making a mess of his birdie’s hole as he carefully uses the pad of his thumb to help spread him open. He uses his other hand to add some lube to the mess, making sure he won’t hurt his baby bird. 

Soon enough Hawks is thrusting his hips back to meet the thrust of Dabi’s tongue and functioning as little more than a cock sleeve as he just moans around Dabi’s pierced cock, his own trapped between them and leaking across Dabi’s chest helplessly each time Dabi sucks at his hole.

Dabi pulls his face back, holding Hawks’ hips still as they try to follow him. “You know how to use your talons. Check that you're spread enough.”

Hawks whines around Dabi’s cock, but does as he’s told, reaching back and carefully slipping three fingers in. “Please, Dabs. I’m ready. Please just fuck me~” Hawks whines when he releases Dabi’s dick from his mouth. 

Dabi growls one more, rearranging them again so Hawks is laid out on his, wings spread out behind him and squirming needily with drool all over his chin. “Oh, don’t worry, baby bird. I plan to.” 

The demon lines himself up with Hawks’ messy hole, teasing his head against the blonde’s rim a few times just to hear him whine before he sinks inside, reveling in his birdie’s sweet moans. 

“Dabiiii~ God! Please just move! I don’t care if it hurts, please~!” Hawks rambles, trying to impale himself and whining when Dabi holds his hips in place. 

Dabi snarls again, restraint waning but not wanting to actually hurt his birdie so bullying out slowly before thrusting back in. 

Hawks moans, still rambling for more as he tries to pull Dabi closer with his heels. He whines when his ankles are restrained by a tail before he catches it between his toes and gives it a tug. 

A full body shudder wracks Dabi and that new sensation is all it takes for his restraint to snap as he hovers over the bird with his fangs bared. ‘Damn bird feet and their stupid grip.’

“You wanna play rough, huh? Okay, pretty bird. You know your colors. No bitching though when you can’t walk tomorrOW! You little shit!” Dabi snarls when Hawks tugs the tail again before he’s pulling almost all the way out slowly so Hawks can feel each piercing against his rim before slamming in hard and starting a brutal pace. 

Hawks practically screams as he finally gets his way, clinging to his boyfriend desperately as he tries not to get bucked off. He moans as Dabi takes this as an invitation to bite along his shoulders and neck, his own claws making a mess of Hawks’ back. 

“Da-a-Dabiii~! More! God, don’t stop! THE-AHHhh~ There!” Hawks rambles, chirping when Dabi finds his prostate and practically sobbing when the raven then proceeds to abuse that spot. “Please! Don’t stop! Dabiii~ Ahhhh~ Fuck! Shit! Ahhhh~!”

Dabi snarls possessively, pinning Hawks’ wrist next to his head to slam into him. "There’s my little songbird. Come on, baby bird. Sing for me more! Fuck! Stop pulling my tail you cheeky shit!” The demon snaps as he dives back in to bite the sweet spot under Hawks’ ear, and reveling in the desperate chirps this pulls from his birdie. 

Hawks cums hard  when Dabi bites under his ear, excited chirps leaving him as he paints his own stomach and some of Dabi’s. “Dabs! Ahhhh~! Babe! Fuck I came, Dabs. Shit.” The blonde groans, whining in over sensitivity when he comes down, but the relentless abuse of his prostate still does not stop. 

“Color?” Dabi growls in response.

“Gr-GreEn! Fuck!” Hawks sobs, clenching around Dabi in hopes of getting him off sooner. Chirping when his haze filled mind has an idea. “Hands. Dabs, let my hands go.” He pants, whimpering when his dick twitches.  

Dabi raises and eyebrow but relents, letting Hawks’ wrist go before biting hard at his shoulder when Hawks brings himself forward as though to cling to Dabi, but instead reaches behind the scarred hero and starts stroking his tail at the base like a cock. 

“Fuck, Hawks!” He practically howls, redoubling his efforts as he gets closer. 

Hawks is back to very sensitive full hardness as he bounces on the pierced cock slamming into him, stroking Dabi’s tail like his life depends on it. He figures out the pointed tip can reach just above Dabi’s shoulder and Hawks screams when he licks the pointed tip and Dabi bites into his shoulder hard as he cums.

Dabi feels a few sad spurts against his stomach as Hawks goes limp in his hold while he fucks them through their orgasms, tasting metal in his mouth. 

He eventually lets go, licking over the newest bite they’ll need to clean up and finally realizes just how much he’s marked up his baby bird, multiple marks shining red and all of them in need of a Hawks’ high necked hero costume to even attempt to cover them. He trails his eyes down the toned figure in front of him and finds his wrists bruised and clawed as well as his hips, and a peek over slack red wings shows his back looks like he was attacked by an animal. Dabi is usually a little aggressive, but even he was shocked, especially by the bolt of pride that shot through him when he saw his cum dripping out of his baby bird.

‘Probably part of the side effects I ignored.’ Dabi hummed as he carefully pulled out, shushing his half-unconscious boyfriend when he whined at the movement. 

Dabi padded quietly to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean the other up and whistled when he took in his own attacked appearance. 

He had claw marks absolutely everywhere, and his carefully styled hair was a mess. He was honestly shocked the horns were even still in place, and he made a mental note to leave YaoMoMore923 a good review. He continued surveying the damage, and while he definitely didn’t look as bad as Hawks, his nipples were swollen and if it weren’t for his scars he’d probably have a bruise around his neck from where Hawks manhandled him with the collar. His eyeliner was smeared to hell so he now looked more emo wannabe than sexy demon and his lips were scabbed a bit from the fangs he wasn’t used to as were his palms from the foreign claws. His tailbone was also sore from Hawks’ treatment of his tail but fuck if he wouldn’t do it again. 

He heard a tired whimper from the bedroom and remembered why he was in the bathroom as he ran the washcloth under water and hurried back to his birdie. 

Dabi smiled softly as half-lidded, blurry eyes met his and grabby hands were motioned at him. 

“How long?” Hawks slurred. 

“A few minutes.” Dabi hummed, getting to work on cleaning him up. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’m glad I don’t work tomorrow.” Hawks yawned, wincing when the washcloth dabbed at the bitemarks. “Fuck.”

“Sorry, baby bird.” Dabi kissed Hawks’ forehead. “I probably should have listened to the side effects.” 

Hawks let out a happy little coo at the affection, clinging to his human heater when he was clean enough and the scarred man laid next to him. “Fuck that. And you gave me shit for reading the fic. At least I didn't suggest roleplaying it." Hawks half-laughed, half-slurred as he rested his head on Dabi’s chest, careful of the chains.

"You're allowed to shit talk when you can walk again." Dabi smirked into the bird’s nest Hawks called hair.

"Fair point." Hawks hummed, playing with Dabi’s hand, strangely fascinated by the claws despite having his own. "Where did you even get this shit so fast?" 

"Etsy, a Hero's salary, and a few less than legal favors. We have the fangs, tongue, and eyes for another day or two if you have any other fics you want acted out. I think the tail and claws is another week." Dabi shrugged, lifting Hawks hand to his lips to kiss his palm. 

"That answers my next question of why you didn't just quirk the horns, ears, and wings, too." 

"I don't need to give the horny teenage masses more writing fuel.” Dabi laughed, “Plus can you imagine how mortified the kid would be to find out not just one, but both of the subjects of their smut read it?" 

"He did seem to really want her to shut up." The winged hero chuckled. 

"I can guarantee I too would've died if any of my EdgeJeanist smut saw the light of day." 

"I'm sorry your what ?!" Hawks laughed as he tried shooting up to look at Dabi only to immediately fall back against his chest.

"Shut up. Less squawking, more cuddling." Dabi huffed as he held Hawks close. 

"Yes sir, but I want that tea later." Hawks hummed, snuggling close. 

"Fuck you." 

"Eh, give me at least an hou-ooh~" The nip of fangs was supposed to shut him up, but round two works too.

#dabihawks #hotwings #hotwingz #bnha dabi #bnha hawks #todoroki touya #takami keigo #bnha #dabi #hawks #mha smut #kinktober #kinktober 2020 #Bakusquad writes fanfiction #fanfiction in fanfiction #fanfictionception #tw hierophilia #tw blasphemy #yeah this probably counts as blasphemy

[ofspvrta]

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 ( 𝟓 ) 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 .

01. Daffodil — Florence + The Machine

I'm not bad, I'm not good I drank every sky that I could Made myself mythical, tried to be real Saw the future in the face of a daffodil

02. Vagabond — Tommee Profit ft FJØRA

Where is your home, vagabond? Where do you go when you don't belong? Head held high but your soul is down Where is your home, vagabond?

You pass people and faces you don't recognize Like past feelings and places you once brought to life

03. Hunt You Down — Ruby Friedman

I don't bring forgiveness I don't bring peace I've come to slay you Come to kill the beast I'll search the shadows You wear like a crown You know it's coming And I'm gonna hunt you down

04. Funeral Bell — Phidel

Oh, mother, I'm scared to die Where, where do my good deeds lie? Oh, father, I'm scared to live Takes more than i've got to give Oh, sister, my voice is weak Oh, brother, I long for sleep Oh, hunger, I know you well My cruel friend is a funeral bell

And it rings in the day And it rings in the evening Oh, I could pray, but it won't stop you leaving Shadow in black, you are grim from your reaping Oh, can't you spare just a day for the weeping?

05. Born For This — CRMNL

I'm a monster, ima haunt ya Let me demons show Hold on tight I, run the night I hit the gas and go Now or never, live forever Imma take what's mine Heart is pumping, keep it coming Better run and hide

I was born for this, I was born for I was born for this

tagged by: @wrathheld

tagging: @torntruth (evie) @shadxwcd (jacob) @spearmaiiden (aloy) @pentaghest (yes i'm throwing your meme back at you) @kaaras-adaar

#μ::|| there's another goat? | memes #my kass playlist is up to 110 songs and 7 hours long. and 90% epicore lol

[nwaml]

I studied a lot today and I finally begin to write the requests I have been procrastinate, I deserve some good sleep

Good night besties, wish you to dream about your fav characters, take care😚

#its probably the morning for yall #or tve evening #its like 11pm for #me #imma pray and sleep tight #obey me shall we date #muslim!mc #so tired deserve a hug too #hope you will like what im writing bestie #and i felt so pretty today #Al-Hamdoulli'llah

[onp4012]

What Would Your Younger Self Want To Say To You?

Choose a character from Winnie The Pooh to receive a message from your younger self. I’ll try to connect to past energies and see what I can get from your younger self, more exactly, from your 6-7 year old self

feel free to suggest PAC ideas in the inbox!

Please like and reblog 〽️

©onenormalperson4012

here’s the masterlist

Pile 1—Piglet

The Sun, Queen of Pentacles, The Star, 8 of Cups, 10 of Cups, 5 of Cups

“Hey me from the future! Can I ask you a couple of questions before, please? Are mom and dad still fighting? Are they still swearing at each other? I hope not. Please tell me they stopped fighting. You know how I’m scared whenever they would throw those fights in the kitchen or in the living room and I would hide in my room. You know, I still remember that one time when dad came and punched me in the face, my jaw still hurts from time to time, as I speak my jaw hurts. The left part, you know? What are you working as right now? Did mom and dad divorce? (again) I want both of them to be happy, I don’t like it when they fight. I want to be happy. I wonder if you’re happy. I know daddy and mommy are cold towards each other. Even though I’m still a kid, we both know I always felt that coldness between them. Did you buy a pet? Do you have a dog?? You know I always wanted a dog! A cute puppy! That’s what I want! I hope you’re doing very well wherever you are. How’s my brother/sister doing? Is he/she better now? You know how much I was worrying about him/her. I just love him/her too much.”

The words “I hope” kept coming into my head. I feel like as children, you used to “escape” reality by praying or hoping for better days. You were optimists, but how much of an optimist can a child be to keep himself busy while his parents are fighting. I see a smiley child looking directly at me. A blonde little girl with curly hair, tied in two ponytails. I also see a girl with black hair, who’s wearing a red sweater. This girl with black hair seems a bit stressed but continues to smile. This Pile made me low-key sad and dried quite some energy off me, so Imma get some sleep now lol.

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Pile 2—Winnie The Pooh

The Moon, 10 of Wands, Ace of Cups, Page of Swords, King of Cups, 7 of Swords

“Helloooo! Have you found the one yet? You remember how we used to dream of random boys/girls? Did you find them, are you married to them yet? I hope we are! We both know how we want to live a happily ever after with this person so I’m just wondering if you found them yet. I’m so excited about the future. I love you future me, I’m sure you’re a great person, I REALLY HOPE YOU FOUND THE ONE STILL. I bet you’re beautiful and you’re looking like a princess/Prince. Do you remember how we used to draw the people we dreamt and how we used to dream people we never met? I bet you are wiser than me. You know how much I wanted to grow up just so I would be able to become smarter and wiser and more experienced. How’s daddy doing? Is he alright? Daddy is the best! He’s kinda sick now, I hope he’s fine. I love him so so so much! Will we still live with daddy? Please say yes! I want to be like him when I grow up. Are we like him? I wish we are! Wherever you are right now, I want you to know that I admire you for whatever you did until now. You are the grown version of me and only you know my future. I wonder if you could tell me something, what would it be. I hope this message finds you well.”

The people who chosen this pile had a very tight relationship with their father when they were little and for some of them I feel like they were raised only by their fathers. As I was receiving the message the energy kept on swinging between a very careless child and an intellectual, a philosopher. It could’ve been that you were gifted kids and that’s all, or you were simply, by nature, philosophers. I see a little girl playing with her father. There is one person whose father died recently or when they were little.

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Pile 3—Kanga

4 of cups, Knight of Cups, Page of Wands, 8 of Swords, The Chariot, 4 of Wands, 6 of Cups

“Hello there. I’m not sure what I should tell you to be honest. Will we marry X(crush)? Are we all grown up and independent how we wanted to be? Are we going to parties how sister used to go to parties when she was a teen? DO WE HAVE A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND??? Are we bullied in the future? You know I fear criticism… Have you continued the piano lessons? Are you a famous pianist? I’m so excited for the future! I feel like we are going to have a happy future and we will be rich! How is the kitty doing? Is he still as playful as he used to be? :D I sometimes ask myself so many questions. I must be some sort of genius haha.”

This message came from a shy yet very talented child who most likely had a cat and an older sister/sibling. The child has a very vague memory regarding his own childhood. You seem to have come from a good family and you just used to be a bit more introverted than the others.

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Pile 4—Tiger

Hanged Man, Ace of Cups, Strength, 7 of Swords, Justice, 7 of Pentacles, 8 of Swords

“Hi, me from the future! I just went to zoo and seen some wonderful animals! I wonder if they like to stay in those cages. I drew them! I think people don’t like animals sometimes because why would they not let them live in the jungle then? I want animals to be free in this world and I want to help the animals escape the zoo because they look sad. Some of my friends are sometimes sad and I try to cheer them up but it doesn’t work and I don’t know what to do, do you? I want everyone to be happy but it seems that I can’t make anyone happy. When I make everyone happy I’m the only one who is not happy anymore because I get tired 😞”

This child over here seems to be someone who loves people and is normally a social person. I can literally feel this child’s kindness through the message and words. There is this undying innocence surrounding this kiddo and I love it. It’s purely adorable, I’m literally smiling right now. I sense a saviour complex from this child. You are probably someone who is too busy making others happy instead of making yourself happy. You waste your energy on random people and you had this pattern since you were a child. You also hate animal cruelty and you might prefer animals over humans haha. You might be working on a project right now and you need review. Keep on working because in the end it will turn out to be great.

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Pile 5—Owl

10 of Cups, Sun, 3 of Pentacles, Fool, 2 of Pentacles, Devil

“I’ve been doing some bad things lately and I’m afraid I like doing them. I painted the walls while mom and dad weren’t looking and I’m hiding in the closet before the find out! Hahaha! I might get scolded or I may not, we’ll see!”

This one is very short, I know, but I don’t get that this child had to say a lot to you. I see this child as a clumsy, little demon, terrorising his parents 😂 you were perhaps a very active, evil, naive, adventurous and bold child who was getting bored of things short time after starting them so you were doing things you’d know will get you attention. All I see and hear is a child laughing and giggling and running and scribbling on the walls and on the desk or on the TV. You liked to destroy things as a child, it seems. You were probably a Lego kid who used to build things and then destroy them and then rebuild them. You come from a caring family and you don’t seem to have lacked support from your family. I see an excellent relationships with your parents which is exceptionally good.

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Pile 6—Christopher Robbin

Chariot, 6 of Cups, King of Pentacles, Hermit, 6 of Pentacles, 9 of Cups

“Today I got bored so I went with my sister/brother outside and then we visited grandma, then I went back home because I forgot to take our dog! I love the countryside. The air is very fresh and the strawberries are growing so fast, especially in the Summertime. After that, we went and met our friends and started playing games outside until mom called us in the house. After that she told me to go buy something from the market so I did. That’s what I did today”

This child didn’t really seem to want to give you a message, but more like what he done that day. You may have a younger sister/brother after you used to look when you were young. I see a small age gap between you and your sibling. This child is a kind, honest and proud leader and loves to learn new things but also values some time alone. You might come from a very well-off family where money never been a problem, so, of course, you don’t seem to have lacked anything in your childhood. Your mother was probably your confidant and every time you were going somewhere she had to know. You were a very respectful and patient child and your mother must’ve thought she raised a literal Angel. Also, did you grow up in the countryside? You seem to have spent a lot of time with your grandparents from your dad’s side.

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Pile 7—Eeyore

2 of Cups, 3 of Swords, 8 of Wands, Knight of Swords, 4 of Swords, Knight of Cups

“I fell in love today with someone! I told them I love them but they said they love someone else. It’s not fair! She’s saying she likes him more but I don’t think she likes him more. She doesn’t like him the way I do and I will make sure she gets what she deserves! TO BE GROUNDED! I will tell the teacher about that because she doesn’t deserve him. Ugh, I don’t like her, do you? You know what, I give up”

This kid seems to be someone who gets easily attached to people and gets rejected most of the times. The interesting part is that they keep coming back after each of those rejections until they can’t anymore. You easily get past through things and you aren’t afraid to do things your way. You could be an only child

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#romania #pac #astrology #tarot #onenormalperson4012 #pick a card #pick a picture #tarot cards #tarot community

[eternalstann]

Baby Fever

Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mature themesss

You and Tom babysit for Harrison, Tom realizes how badly he wants his own kids..with you.

“I can baby sit for you!” You chirp to Harrison, and Tom looks up from his food. He’d had baby fever for few months now, and he knew this was not going to help.

“Are you sure Y/N” he asks, face already lit up at your offer and you nod. Harrison had been complaining all dinner about how he’d told his step brother he’d babysit his two kids this weekend, but the girl he’d had his eye on for weeks asked him to hangout.

Harrison runs around the table, and hugs you. “Thank you Y/N, you’re literally a lifesaver!” He exhales and you just smile, “You’re welcome Haz”

—-

“I’m so excited! I haven’t seen them since we went to the races last June!” You tell Tom, running around your apartment trying to put the finishing touches on, and baby proofing everything.

“I know, I can’t believe Eva’s five...” Tom says, taking a sip of his beer and you pout at him.

“How’re you gonna help me babysit if you’re drunk Thomas!” You tease and he laughs, holding up his hands. “Sorry babe”

You kiss his cheek, pulling away when you hear a knock on the door. You nearly sprint, pulling it open and melting as soon as you do.

“Y/N!” Eva screams, jumping into your arms and you squeeze her tight. “Hi honey!” You exclaim, leaning back to look at her. “You get more beautiful every time I see you, and taller too!” You tell her and she smiles, “I’m tallest in my class”

“I’m here too y’know!” Tom speaks up, walking over to hug her.

You stand up, and embrace Lauren. “Lauren, it’s so good to see you...you look amazing!” You embrace her and she grips your shoulders when she pulls away. “Me! You look stunning. Thank you so much for doing this” she breathes and you wave your hand.

“Anytime, where’s Theo?” You ask, pretending not to see the boy behind his moms legs. “Hmmm, I sure wish my friend Theo was here” you sigh, you hear little giggles and peak your head around Lauren.

“There you are!” You grin, lifting him and placing him on your hip. “Y/N!” He struggles to say your name but does his best.

“Okay, so they usually go to bed around 9. Theo still gets his sippy cup to go to sleep. And he uses pull ups, but he’ll tell you if he has to use the loo. They can eat whatever you do but Eva is lactose intolerant. If you have any trouble just call me, or that flake Harrison” she jokes, setting their bags on the floor by your couch and you nod.

“Got it, now go enjoy your alone time!” You shoo her and Theo mimics you. Lauren fakes offense before kissing his forehead, and waving to Eva who was busy showing Tom her American girl doll.

“....but you’re English!” You hear him tell her and you roll your eyes. Only Tom.

“Hmmmm Theo, what do you like to do now that you’re 3?” You ask, setting him down on the ground. He pauses thoughtfully, “eat brownies!” He cheers.

You expected him to say play hide and seek or something. But you could do brownies. “Tom?” You look to him and he’s already pulling Eva to the kitchen.

Tom watches your every move, the way you lift Theo to stir the batter. The way Eva giggles when you pretend not to notice the chocolate on your nose. How you clap every time one of the kids adds an ingredient properly.

All of it makes his heart clench...and his stomach stir. You were so good with them, he couldn’t help but wonder what you’d be like with your own. His kids. Would they look like you, or him, or both?

God, he doesn’t know what came over him. He just couldn’t stop thinking about filling you up, and watching you get big with his baby inside of you. His baby having his baby. Tom’s so deep into his fantasy he doesn’t hear you calling him.

“Tom...Tom!” You laugh, your dazed boyfriend looking startled when he finally realizes you’d been shouting his name.

“Yes love?” He answers, and you notice him adjusting himself before walking over to you. You smirk, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Was it me bending over the oven that got you all hot and bothered?” you joke and he kisses your forehead.

“Something like that”

The rest of the night goes smoothly, the kids pretty much tire themselves out. And you only had to diffuse a mini temper tantrum when you explained that Eva couldn’t have milk with her brownies.

But it was when Tom walked by the bathroom, and saw you playing with Theo and Eva as you gave them a bath that he knew. He wanted you to have his babies.

He already knew you were the one. You’d talked about marriage and he knew you wanted kids. He just didn’t know when. He was praying now was the time.

You practically collapse into bed once you get the kids to sleep and Tom listens to your breathing even out, and tries to do the same. But he’s too caught up in his thoughts to sleep.

—-

Morning comes, and Lauren picks up the kids. Tom loved Eva and Theo, but he was practically itching to get you alone.

Before you even get the door all the way closed he grabs you, pushing you against the wall. You don’t protest when he kisses you and you hum, wrapping your arms his neck.

“Wait; wait!” Tom calls, pulling back from you and leading you to sit on the couch. “I want to talk to you” he explains and you can’t help but feel a little nervous.

Tom takes a deep breath and holds your hands in his.

“Y/N I love you so much...” he starts and your eyes go wide, was he breaking up with you? “...and I was thinking, I really want to have a baby” you exhale in relief when he finishes but then your eyes go wide again.

“What?!” You exclaim. That was the last thing you’d expected him to say. His face falls a little at your reaction and you squeeze his hands.

“Tom I love you too, and I want to have your babies someday...I just don’t know about now” you admit. “There’s things I still want to do..” you continue and Tom shifts.

“Why not? You have a good job, and lets be real I could support us and ten kids if I had too. You could quit, and both of you could come with me when I’m shooting. We could all travel the world together. And we could hire a babysitter sometimes, plus I know my parents would help out so we could still go out and have alone time. Watching you with the kids yesterday solidified it for me. Y/N I want this so bad. And if you don’t right now, then I will absolutely respect that, but I just want you to know I'm ready to do whatever it takes to make it work. I want this with you”

Your heart swells at his words. This just all seemed too much like a dream to you. But you knew you loved Tom. Imagine how much you’d love the baby you made with him.

Any doubts in your mind were erased when you looked in Toms eyes. How steady he was, how much he felt like home. You wanted this with him too.

You nod.

“Let’s have a baby”

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YOU GUYS IM 21!!!! I’m so excited :)

This was just something to post imma do a lil saucy part 2 of the actual baby making lol, I love y’all!

P.S do y’all like Toms new haircut??

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland blurb #tom holland fluff #tom holland preference #tom holland one shot #spiderman imagine

[lunoswashere]

Chapter 9: Relief

Summary:

Kazuha copes by drowning out the bad thoughts,

Aka he becomes a traveler, lol

Kazuhas p.o.v.

It was early morning when I awoke again, and I hadn’t had an idea of what to do now,

hell my best friend was gone, Normally I would have just went after him but the Decrees regarding leaving Inazuma have been harshened.

And getting a permit wasn’t that easy either. So I planned on going on another road trip through Inazuma, which I already did two years ago with our training instructor. I was alone then so it won’t hurt to do it alone this time as well.

I put on my usual Traveling outfit and clipped on the Maple leaves to my belt.

I felt satisfied with how I looked, and although the Maple leaves hanging from my waist were a gift from Scara, my mind told me to stay calm and enjoy the trip. I knew he was going to return to me, I knew we would meet again somewhere, maybe even on my travels. I packed a few things like a small tent into a backpack that my mother made me for my birthday last fall.

I wasn’t the best at dealing with partings so I usually just tried to forget it ever happened and replace the thought with them always coming back in the end, I didn’t want others to start worrying for me so it was in my opinion the best course of action.

I went to the kitchen to greet my mother, although I was almost 18 I didn’t want to worry her about leaving suddenly, although when I approached her the concern from yesterday was still in her eyes.

“Good morning Kazu, did you sleep alright?”

I nodded

“By the looks of it you wanna go back out there and drown your worries?”

And I Nodded again, she knew me well enough to trust that I wouldn't go off doing anything stupid.

I want to find him, or at least be able to see him again from afar, I don't care how long it's gonna take me. I’ll get to see him again, my heart won't tell me anything else.

She went up to me and held me in a tight embrace and said “at least stay in town for a few days, ask around. You shouldn't travel on your own alright?”

“I’ll think about it, thanks mother.”

I bid her farewell and grabbed a bundle of food supplies, stuffed them into my backpack and made my way outside.

The fall breeze fell onto my face, leading maple leaves onto my head, I tried to smile but tears already started forming at the thought of all the fall's I've spend with Scaramouche.

A guy ran past me, and as stupid as I felt that moment I stumbled over and landed on the ground.

The boy must've noticed because he hastily turned around and held his hand out for me to hold onto. “Hey, are you okay? I’m really sorry about that-”

He looked unfamiliar, so much that it confused me already,

“Eh it's alright, I've been worse.”

The man introduced himself as Tomo, just when he was done talking a small white kitten peeked it's head out of his enormous jacket. Meowing in complaint, assuming she was hungry I pulled out a small fish I usually just snack when I'm outside, she happily bit into it and it relieved me, because now I smiled truthfully, I love animals, and honestly we don't deserve them.

He proposed that he was indeed from a different city and on travels just like me, but since we’ve only just met, the decision was made that we’d get to know each other before we went ahead on our journey.

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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh your favorite Author-sama is here again, since idk what imma do with Kazuha and Tomo imma just write Scara's pov starting next chapter-

Sorry Kazutomo shippers but I'm not having that whole dead people thing-

Pray for the cat tho.

#kazuscara #scarletleaves #kazuha #scaramouche #fanfic #genshin impact

[perfected-grace]

You’re proof that a world can come crashing down with a mention of hello

I flatlined when you arrived and I’m pronounced dead when you go

Where do you get off making young successful girls cry

Accusing them of being happy not knowing that’s a lie

That tattoo you got for me has to be ready to peel off your chest

You trying to be present in the spirit but still talking out of your flesh

Meanwhile, my tattoos been telling our story like the writings on the wall

When you trace them with a knife they start to feel raw

We could have had it all

Now I’m standing on foundation that’s crumbling apart

I’m masking my frustration and a broken heart

My physical health is catching up to where my mind resides

My good sense jumped out my body and found a safe place to hide

The bomb timer has been started and we’re gearing up for the boom

I thought Eve tricked Adam, how is a man my sudden doom?

How can all I worked for be destroyed in one word

Is this what I deserve

I’m asking God what he heard

Is this my version of hell, tell me, I’m dying to know

I always prayed that if you sent me I wouldn’t go

I’m dying to tell that 16 year old girl to look the other way

I wish I could come to her from the future, I have so much to say

Wish I could show her our scars if she make the same choices that I did

I would show her pictures of our incredible kid

I would hug her tight and let her know I understand

In this game of life sometimes you’re dealt an impossible hand

I would tell her keep her head up and never ever look down

I would tell her in the famous words of Warsan Shire “Set yourself on fire when men come around.”

Imma call this my husband telling me he couldn’t sleep last night because he could feel I was in distress.

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[cdarkheartzero]

Today’s theme-

“Diary of a security guard part 4- “His own legs”

Data log entry 6553

I barely even started my shift before I got the news. Three smeets had disappeared at some point during the night and -OF COARSE- the little shit was one of them.

Receiving the names of Zim and Skoodge wasn’t surprising. Those two were always together and up to something but I was shocked when the keeper said “Smeet Tak”. TAK? She was usually fairly well behaved. Few fights here and there, sure but this? Especially because she hates Zim. Why would she join them? At least that’s what I hoped for anyway.

Since the “snack heist” episode, I assumed the boys were off to find another “treasure chest” of pure sugar so I figured I would check the pantries first. They weren’t stupid enough to do the same closet twice in a row but I would bet my monies that’s where they were.

[[MORE]]

Stumbled down the halls when I noticed a door slightly left ajar. Yup. There they were. As I approached I could hear a conversation being had between Tak and Zim. GOOD. I can grab them all at once. I slowly opened the door juuuust enough to squeeze my body through and crept in behind boxes , eyeing the mess of once-again ripped open junk food and wrappers littering the floor. I sat behind a rather large box (big enough to shield me from sight at the very least) and waited for the opportunity to pounce.

Skoodge was sitting on the floor very much invested in the “ploof puffs” he was shoving into his adorable chubby face. Not really paying much mind to the other two. Zim and Tak sat atop two boxes staring each other down. Tak had her back to me and Zim was so fixated on his enemy, that he didn’t notice me peeking out from the box behind her. I could see on Zim’s face that SOMETHING said before my arrival was eating at him. The conversation continued-

“I’m telling you the truth, Zim.”

“There is NO WAY you did it on your own, Tak.”

“You think I’m lying? Or is your pride eating away at you because I’m clearly the superior soldier to-be?”

“There is NO WAY YOU would hurt my pride. BESIDES, how could someone with your intellectual shortcomings accomplish something soldiers are trained YEARS to do?!”

“Okay, fine. This will shut you up, you reject!”

I couldn’t see her face but she stood straight and her body tighten, I could see her fists turning pale by the amount of pressure she was putting on them. The ports on her back slowly opened and her PAK legs menacingly emerged. Awkwardly crawling out and wobbling as the touched the ground and lifted her mid air.

Skoodge panicked and fled at the sight of the thin, metallic limbs- having never seen or been told about these things prior, this must have been quite terrifying. And it’s true. I was shocked myself. The shit was right. Irken soldiers are taught how to use these well into their military training and it takes a tremendous amount of skill and concentration to activate. For a smeet this was basically unheard of. Tak May very well be the most advanced smeet in Irken history.

Zim was.... far from impressed. He puffed his cheeks and pouted quietly as Tak spat insult after insult to him, Landing harsh and pride crushing comments. I almost felt sorry. It wasn’t until one of her legs abandoned its position of stabilizer and shakily made its way toward Zim’s throat that I knew I had to step in NOW.

Not wanting to use my taser on her, I did the next best thing. I took my boot off and smacked it on the PAK leg closest to me, knocking her off balance and bringing her hurdling downwards. The PAK legs quickly retreated back into their holder and the small Irken was left confused and slightly stunned by the secret attack.

Skoodge ran over to me, tears in his eyes, wailing about the scary legs. He clung to my foot tight. Real tight. Kid has a good grip. I (and my newfound leech) walked over to Tak to picked her up. She just stared at the floor, quickly blinking and not saying a word. Man.... I got her good. I put her to my chest and she didn’t budge. It was unnerving to say the least but she was still alive so.... I just gotta gather the last one.

Zim was spaced out. Totally lost in thought. Didn’t even twitch when I approached him. Seeing those legs really internally triggered something. I scoop him up and stare. I might have well had not been there as far as he was concerned. He was gone from this place.

We get back to the smeetery and I drop off Zim and Skoodge (Skoodge waved me good-bye too. He is so cute sometimes) and made my way to the medical ward with Tak. Just to make sure I didn’t mess her up too bad, you know? The staff there assured me she was okay and just stunned but I told them to keep her for testing anyway. Can’t have that on my conscience.

By the time I got back to the smeetery, Zim was gone and Skoodge was alone, doing some light reading in the form of a cooking magazine. Where he got it, I didn’t ask. It was unusual to see these two separated though. “Where is Zim?” I asked confused. “Hmmm?” He hummed with a slight jump. Must’ve startled him. “Zim wanted to go to the tube room. Is Tak okay?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah. She’s fine. You okay though?”

“Yeah. That was just scary.”

“They really aren’t. Just another tool we have to protect ourselves and aid ‘n battle. One day you will be trained to use yours too.”

His eyes lit up in wonder and confusion “I HAVE THEM TOO?????”

“Yup. But it’s totally normal you can’t use them yet though. The fact that Tak could is real unusual. I know you’ll get there.” I said ruffling his antenna. He let out a laugh and smiled “Thanks”

“Anytime. Imma see what the little shit is up to.”

“HAVE FUN!” He joyfully waved as I walked away. Skoodge is unusual too. Now that I think about it, everyone associated with the little shit is so quirky. This batch of smeets...they really do have bright futures ahead of them.

Walking through the doors to the usually silent unborn sleeping chambers, the room echoed with low, muffled grunts and heavy breathing. I know this voice. I just had to find him.

Tucked off to one of the corners of the massive room, Zim was doubled over panting, clutching at his chest. His PAK opened and his legs partially exposed, spazzing and sparking, filling the air around him with a dangerous electrical charge. Never in all my life have I seen a PAK respond this way. His body seized, confulsing constantly. His eyes welled with tears, sweat dripping down his entire frame. Veins bulged out of his skin.

Here is something ya gotta know about Irken anatomy. PAKs serve as a second brain and is connected to the organic brain through the spine by a series of wires. Some things are only possible BECAUSE of this connection. Like using PAK legs. The host needs to be able to simultaneously create a gateway both consciously and subconsciously to allow data to flow between the two. Using the legs as an extension of their organic bodies. Being able to tell each of the 4 legs to move independently but having enough focus to not completely be distracted by it. Kinda like breathing. Your brain knows to do it automatically. But if you wanted to, you could alter its patterns. Except a loss of control would mean a comrade getting empaled. Concentration and data input is everything. I’m gettin side tracked though, I didn’t even know it was POSSIBLE to see the bridge between the two minds. But here they were. I could see every ridge, every curve of the wiring violently throbbing.

This is bad. THIS IS SO BAD.

I tried to grab him- he needed medical attention ASAP. WHAT ON IRK WAS HAPPENING!? But as I reached for him, the legs became defensive and started stabbing in my direction. The electrical charge strengthened too. Zim coiled into himself more. He wanted to scream. I could see it in his face. But every time he opened that yap of his- there was nothing.

Oh, My tallest. The closer I got to him, the more his PAK simultaneously defended/harmed him. I screamed for help. Someone.... ANYONE, please. Come! I have no idea what’s going on!

“....z-zara....” I heard faintly between gasps and groans. He reached his hand to me. FUCK THIS. I cannot let the suffering go on any longer. I’m sorry, Zim. But I gotta do this.

I grabbed my taser out and gave his PAK a short jolt, praying that it would short circuit and reboot. His legs stabbed into my hand before going limp, just like the rest of him. The bright pink lights emminating from his back faded to a faint, dim color. But it was still lit. Please. PLEASE. Be okay.

There was a moment of silence. Felt like a decade though, wondering if it worked. Or if I just made the worst mistake of my career.

“REACTIVATING”

The PAK light shone bright again and gave the body a single jolt. The legs instantly retracted. He stirred, groaning. He opened his eyes slowly and blinked a few times, not a single word spoken between us. He looked at me, pained and spiritually drained. “Zara....” he finally said.

I grabbed him and gave him a hug. I was so relieved. He was okay. He just accepted my embrace. He didn’t have the strength to fight. Slowly pulling him away, I could finally speak. “Imma take you to the medical station, okay?” He replied with a humm. Response accepted.

The smeetery staff rushed in (it was so hard to believe only a moment had passed In real time) but I took it upon myself to hand deliver him where he needed to be. It was a long, unsettlingly uncomfortable walk. But this.... I wanted to be here. I needed to. Unfortunately, we soon arrived to the medical station and I finally had to hand him off and return to my shift. I didn’t wanna leave him. Not one bit. I can’t even imagine how he was feeling. But I have a job to do. We gave each other a sad look as we parted. There was a slight pain in my chest the whole time.

The rest of the day dragged on what seemed like years but within a few hours, Zim had been released from care and returned to the Smeetery by a member of the medical staff. She just silently walked in, spoke to a smeetery staff member, placed him on the floor and disappeared. I was thrilled (I would never tell him that though). But I can tell he was still deeply upset. I approached him and asked if he was okay. His eyes said more than his words ever could. I picked him up. I honestly don’t have a game plan but... he needs a few minutes to breathe, I think.

I wave to another guard and ask her to take my place. She saw the smeet I held close and said “fine. But you owe me one.” Wouldn’t be the first time Kira helped me out. She was probably the closest thing to a friend I had in this place. I thanked her and took my leave. Zim didn’t really ask any questions. Just kinda went for the ride.

We wound up in a pantry. I sat down on the cold floor and put him next to me. This... was awkward. I couldn’t figure out what to say or do. Or even why I wound up HERE of all places. Why not my office???? Thankfully, he tore me away from my thoughts and broke the ice.

“Why are we here? Don’t you usually want Zim OUT of the pantry?”

“Uhhhhhh.... you looked like you needed a few minutes to breathe.”

He hugged his knees. “Zim is fine.”

There was that silence again. I’m the adult here. I gotta do something....right?

“You know, the thing with Tak has never happened before.”

“Just rub it in...” he mumbled burying his face into his legs.

“But, you were able to pull yours out too. Even just a little. That’s impressive too.”

“I’m not sure if you noticed, but mine tried to kill me.”

“Maybe yours are just-“

“The medical staff-“ he cut me off “told me I might never be able to use them right. That Zim might be “defective”.”

I was agitated to say the least. How can you say something like that to a smeet? A BABY? This little soul who just began living this life he never asked for? My emotions got the best of me. “Listen here, Zim. Maybe you can’t use your legs the way she does. Or the way I do. But I know you will find a way. You have never bowed down when the odds were stack against you before. Why start now?”

He didn’t stir. I passionately rambled on “you are a lot of things. Cunning. Manipulative. Obsessive. Persuasive. Passionate. But you are damn smart. I’m constantly surprised by your ingenuity and craftsmanship. You know how good I am at dismantling your bombs at this point? You challenge those around you to grow and be better. I wish you WOULDN’T challenge me with explosives, mind you, but you aren’t defective. No way, no how. You are different. And no one said different is bad. Just means you leave your mark in ways no one expected before. And maybe that scares some but.... I believe that you can do amazing things. And screw em If they don’t see it.”

He let out a small chuckle. It was refreshing to hear, even if it was a sad, emotionally drained laugh.

“Does that mean you don’t hate me?”

“I didn’t say all that now.”

He smiled with sorrow and hugged himself tighter.

Maybe that was a little too deep. I was actually kinda embarrassed for that. But.... perhaps I could say something else to make him feel better. “You know” I started “when I have a bad day, I like to look at the stars. You can’t see them here but they always put me at ease.”

“Stars?”

“Yeah. They exist outside the planet, in space. Burning, exploding balls of chemicals. Mostly hydrogen and helium. But from Irk’s surface, they are just beautiful bright lights littering the sky. You can’t see them everywhere here ‘cuz of the brightness of the surface’s refelection in our atmosphere. But I came from the sugar mines before I was a guard. It’s a lot less industrial and darker there so it was always so much easier to see.”

“Burning balls? Really?” He scoffed, amused and confused but intrigued.

“I guess tellin’ you about ‘em doesn’t do it justice. Here. Let me show you. Computer.”

My PAK lit up and released a small floating, mechanical ball with a small circular screen used for projections. Zim just stared. “Show us stars.”

As instructed, the screen painted a gorgeous night sky (as “night” as Irken pink skies get anyway) glistening with hundreds of stars. Zim stared, taken aback. There was a slight sparkle in his face. Good. This helped. Thank the Tallest. The projection stayed active for only a moment before I thought it was enough. Without saying anything, the orb returned to where it had come from.

“You okay?” I finally asked, knowing the answer already but hoping for the best.

“.... can we stay here a little bit longer?”

I can tell in his voice, he was embarrassed. Ashamed. Depressed. Confused. Self-loathing. His whole world thrown in a blender. “Sure” I said pulling him closer to my leg. I kept my hand on his back, gently stroking it. Imagine my surprise when he accepted my compassion and snuggled up to me.

I couldn’t tell what he was thinking but all my organic brain kept repeating was “just be there for him.” I dunno what this feeling in my spooch could have been but it felt knotted and twisted at the sight of his misery. I had to look away. What is this smeet? Why does he make me feel this way? Do I have a bug? Is this something else I don’t understand? ...You know what? It’s Best not to think too much about it, I guess. Just take in this silence with the little shit. He will be back to his old self tomorrow I bet.

Zara signing off

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[petri808]

It Took A Storm

Twitter Event 31 days of Bakudeku Winter 

Snowed-In Prompt

Oh, this was not good! They’d been cut off from their hunting party and somehow become lost on the mountain. At this time of the year, the weather was unpredictable, but with a village to feed, they’d had no choice but to find scarce game.

The snows came swift and blistering, forcing the two frustrated hunters deeper and deeper into the forest in search of a cave. It was their only hope to survive the blizzards onslaught. But even with that the odds were stacked against them as the wind chilled them to their cores.

“Hurry the fuck up!”

“T-Too... c-cold...” the smaller male chattered. Stinging pain wracked his body as he desperately rubbed his arms for a tiny bit of warmth. They hadn’t expected to be caught in a storm and weren’t dressed to endure it. He was so cold it hurt to move an inch.

“Ugh! Why’d I get stuck with you Deku?” Katsuki, the larger of the two and better built for extremes, pulled the smaller male closer and dragged him along. He was cold as well, but his body temp tended to be higher than normal and sheer determination pushed him forward.

“S-Sor—ry, K-Kacc—chan.”

All their lives, Katsuki felt stuck to Izuku’s side. He swore to himself he needed to cut the man loose, that he couldn’t protect him forever, and yet when push came to shove... he couldn’t do it. Maybe he enjoyed his prowess over the smaller man. 

Or perhaps... ‘fuck that!’ Katsuki screamed in his head. Why in the world would he want someone so weak? He was their villages strongest hunter for fucks sakes! And this male omega didn’t qualify as preferred stock. A stout breeder would produce a better heir for the alpha.

“Final fuckingly!” A cave! By this point, Izuku’s frame was so cold, Katsuki had picked him up and carried him to move faster. Deep down the mans condition worried the alpha, but he hid it well behind a wall of anger. Logic kicked into autopilot and survival was the end goal. 

The cave provided a reprieve from the wind and snow, but more was needed to ensure they’d survive the cold winter’s night. Katsuki placed the man down and covered him as best he could with his fur coat. Next he went back out to forage for kindling and wood to make a fire. 

From his rucksack, Katsuki grabbed his flint and works at a fire. Now with a light source, scavenged the cave for anything of use such as old dried bones for fuel. It wasn’t much, so he could only hope the fire lasted through the night.

“Stay with me Deku, don’t die yet!”

Between their meager fur clothing and one large cloak to share, Katsuki bundled Izuku close to his chest hoping body heat coupled with the fire would be enough. The smaller man was curled into a fetal position, shivering something fierce as his body fought to survive.

It scared Katsuki. For the first real time, fear crept into his heart. As much as Izuku annoyed him, he couldn’t picture a life without the man. He curled his own body around the mans frame and prayed, cussed out the gods of their tribe not to take Izuku away from him.

“You got that Deku?” Katsuki whispered close. “You’re not allowed to die tonight.” He couldn’t tell if Izuku heard him or maybe he just needed to hear it out loud because reality wasn’t so forgiving if the blue tinged lips or cold fingers were a painfully obvious indication.

Hypothermia was taking its toll, but he knew the shivering meant Izuku’s body was fighting its effects. He rubbed the mans hands between his own and blew hot air onto to them then shoved them under his vest to keep them right against his skin. Katsuki flinched at the contact.

They were so icy cold. “You’re never going on a hunt again Deku, do you hear me? You’re staying your ass in the village so I don’t have to worry about you. Do you have any idea how much I fucking worry?!” Katsuki tucked Izuku’s head under his chin and squeezed his eyes shut. 

Katsuki didn’t want to let the tears win no matter how much they built up behind his eyelids. He hated these emotions, and Deku was the one person in their whole village who always made him feel such uncomfortable feelings! He grit his teeth as a tear broke free. “Damn you!”

He fought so hard not to give into his true feelings for the omega no matter how many times the answer’d been made clear. Izuku *knew* the alpha’s soul inside and out. He could bring out his rage or calm it faster than anyone in the village. They were perfectly matched.

With just the howling winds or crackling of the fire to distract him, Katsuki’s mind kept going back to thoughts he’d rather not delve into. Could he have prevented all this? There was a way... but it required him to accept the truth and he hadn’t been ready... yet.

Izuku followed him because it hurt the omega to leave his side. The man was too imprinted on the alpha and gave himself freely even as Katsuki rejected him year after year. His selfish acts may have just cost him the life of his true mate. “No!” The alpha growled, 

“Impossible,” he mumbled through gritted teeth. The odds seemed against them, but he wouldn’t accept it. Izuku was small in size yes, but the omega had a strength that Katsuki could never understand. How else could he put up with such an angry alpha all these years?! 

But there wasn’t anything else he could do now except let fate take it’s course. Between the cold and emotional exhaustion, Katsuki slipped into his own unconsciousness and the splintering of built walls. His last thoughts of repentance blurred away with the wind. 

The heat of the sun’s rays upon his back woke Katsuki the next morning and the vestiges of a fitful sleep instantly disappeared in a panic. ‘Izuku?!’ He was still curled tight like a ball around Izuku, so he shifted just enough to check the omegas breathing. 

It was shallow, but there, and the body still cold but his lips were no longer the deep blue of the night before. If one didn’t know better, Izuku simply looked asleep. Katsuki let out the breath he’d been holding in relief that the omega made it through the worst of it.

They weren’t out of danger yet and needed to get back to the village, but based on the amount of snow Katsuki could see at the caves entrance, it would be a difficult journey. He assessed the situation better now that he could see more and decided to stay put just a bit longer.

The storm had passed, but trudging down the mountain would be too difficult for Izuku in his condition. Katsuki needed to get his reserves back up, warmed and food for energy. So, he left the omega bundled under the fur coat to find as much wood as possible and hopefully meat.

This is where Katsuki’s knowledge took center stage. Everything was wet and would make a fire difficult to start but not impossible. It took several trips, but he found large fallen logs and dug beneath areas that had some protection to gather leaf or bramble debris as kindling.

With the help of a small axe in his rucksack, he cut through the bark of the larger logs to get to the drier areas inside. He used rocks to create a pit and better deflector for the heat. Luck even smiled on Katsuki when he found and caught a snow fox who’d ventured into the sun.

The final step was curtaining the entrance off with as much brush as he could haul, creating a wall to block some of the winds still funneling through. It allowed the fire to catch on and grow to twice the size of the night before, bathing the cave in heat. 

Through it all, Izuku had not yet awoken, but he could see the omega wasn’t as clenched up as much anymore. Katsuki’s efforts were paying off and that took a huge weight off his shoulders. While he waited for the man to wake up, he skinned and cooked the fox meat for them to eat.

“Kacchan?” The soft voice called out from beneath the coat. 

“I’m here,” Katsuki replied and shifted his position so the man could see him better. “How do you feel Deku?”

“Cold, but not as painful anymore... w-where are we?”

“In a cave. The snow is still too thick to leave.”

Tears trickled from Izuku’s eyes, “I’m sorry Kacchan, I’m so sorry for being so weak...”

“Just— stop,” Katsuki cut him off. “I’m just glad you survived, okay? We’ll get out of here as soon as you can walk on your own.”

“But if I’d been stronger you wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Ugh, do you have to have to argue with me?! It’s not your fault a storm hit. Though yes, if you’d stayed home like I told you to, you’d be safe right now!”

Izuku sniffled and hung his head, “I won’t do it again. I don’t want to hurt you anymore Kacchan.”

“Damn right you won’t, cause when we get back to the village imma fill you with a pup so you’ll have to stay your ass at home!”

Izuku’s eyes widen. “You... but, wait, you never wanted to— I don’t understand, Kacchan never wanted me.”

“I didn’t wanna admit it before.”

Katsuki adjusted the fur coat over Izuku’s shoulders, making sure as little skin showed through. He averted his eyes, still gripping the front of the coat. “You almost died Izu.” His voice was soft, reflective and so unlike what either were used to hearing from the alpha. 

“Died... and all I could think about is I can’t lose you. This forced me to face the truth that you were always the one for me.” He finally looks straight at Izuku. “So, I need you safe damn it! I need you alive and the best I idea I got is to stick a baby in you to stay put!”

“Oh, Kacchan—,” Izuku beamed and crawled over into the alphas lap, curling against the warmth the man offered. “You’ve made me so happy!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki grumped though he couldn’t hide the blush alighting his cheeks. “I know you’ll be a good mother to our kids.”

The alpha cleared his throat to ignore the welling up of emotions, “I cooked some fox, so eat up. If the weather holds, we’ll head back to the village first thing tomorrow morning.”

Unexpectedly, Izuku goes silent, his head down, fidgeting with his fingers. A sign Katsuki recognized immediately as when the omega would go into his own thoughts. Something about the situation troubled Izuku and though he had an idea of what it could be, Katsuki wasn’t completely sure. “Talk to me Deku, what’re you thinking?” Silence from the omega made him uneasy.

“Are you... just doing this because you feel bad for me? Female omegas are more highly coveted over males so the likelihood of me finding a mate was low, a-and didn’t you protected me as kids because your mom told you to. I don’t want you to do this because you feel obligated to.”

“Tch. My mom didn’t tell me to do anything, and even if she had, when do I ever do anything I don’t want to? This is my decision Izu. Who better to be my mate than the one person who knows me best?”

“Still, if it’s not for love, then is it the right decision?”

Katsuki dreaded using the word, but it was painfully obvious Izuku needed to hear it. Ugh, this is exactly why he avoided emotions! 

As if sensing the turmoil, Izuku pulls back. “I’m sorry, I should just be happy to be chosen at all. I’m honored to be your mate Kacchan.”

“Ugh! Deku you know I don’t like this kind of shit! I’m not good at this love stuff, but if it’ll make you happy,” he gritted his teeth to push through the discomfort, “I want you to be my mate because I love you. There, I said it! Damn whiny omega, you’re lucky I love you!”

As torturous as it sounded, Izuku knew well enough this really was the alphas way of expressing himself. Happy with the admission, the omega giggled, “I love you too Kacchan!” 

“Good, now shut the fuck up and eat!” 

For the rest of the afternoon, Izuku stayed in the makeshift nest, warmed by the fire and Katsuki’s fur coat as the alpha ensured enough wood/food to last through the night. How strange that after such a change in their status... nothing really changed at all and perhaps the blizzard was the best thing that could have ever happened to them.

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Abductions, Past and Present

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He looks up at the sound of quiet footsteps coming down the ramp, only half surprised to see Virgil, who wraps a blanket around his shoulders, before sitting down beside him with his own, head deep in his hood, dark eyes shining as he looks up at the stars.

 “How is he?” Comes the soft question. Patton looks up at the stars as well, a soft breath escaping his lips.

 “Lost. It must be terrifying, to go from having no choices, no power to make your own decisions, to having complete control over your life. He doesn’t know how to use that, anymore. Doesn’t know what to do with it all, what to do with himself.” Virgil huffs, arms wrapping around his knees.

 “Yeah. I was… a bit like that. When I first joined up with you. It seems silly, now, that I was ever scared of you, Pat, but I was. I was terrified, what would happen, when you found me.”

…

He hadn’t been invited on board. Patton and Logan hadn’t even known he was on board. They’d had a brief stopover, to refuel, on his home planet, spent barely twenty minutes there, total, at the small waystation, not many people enjoyed spending time near the presence of wraiths.  

 Virgil himself included.

 He doesn’t know, still doesn’t know, how he found the courage to sneak aboard, when no one was looking, it wasn’t all that hard, he just slipped into the shadows and slipped into the hold, trying desperately to contain his fear so it wouldn’t spiral out and affect anyone else, so it wouldn’t seep through to them, so they wouldn’t notice anything amiss.

 He hated the planet, after all. Hated the cold cruelty of the place, the eerie darkness, the icy fear always trickling down his spine. They fed off negativity, off fear, and there was no one easier to scare and frighten and torment than him. No one to protect him, from the others. No one to stay for. He saw a way out, and he took it, intending to simply slip off at the next stop, whatever that was, and find a way for himself, maybe beg, do simple chores for pay, do something. He hadn’t intended to be found.

 He’d been hiding out for maybe a week, in the storage hold. He was cold and hungry and tired, huddled in the corner, behind some crates, curled around himself, shaking. He’d felt fuzzy and strange, and realized that was probably due to the whole not eating thing, but he couldn’t find the bravery to go scope out, to scrounge for food, he just had to hope they’d set down soon.

 An arm on his shoulder had woken him. He’d screamed, hoarse and cracked, woken out of his light, fitful sleep, warm hands on him, and he was afraid, waiting to be thrown into a nightmare, into whatever hell world they’d chosen this time, curling tighter, arms coming up to cover his head in the meager defense he could provide for himself.

 “please… please don’t… please… s-sorry, s-sorry…”

 “Hey, hey, hey. It’s ok, I’m not gonna hurt you, kiddo. You’re burning up, when was the last time you ate anything?” He’d shrugged, scared out of his mind, breath speeding, because he was caught, he’d been caught, and what were they going to do with him?

 “dunno. L-last st-op. Imma… wraith.” He mumbled, waiting for the fear, the derision, the pain.

 “Oh, baby. Can we get you upstairs?”

 “What… what’re y-ou gonna do, w-ith m-me?”

 “Get some food in you, to start, and some water. Then get you all cozy on the couch, with plenty of blankets and pillows, something to bring down that fever of yours.”

 “Y-you’re not m-m-mad?”

 “Of course not. You were scared enough to stow away, to leave your own planet behind and hide out in a ship you had no idea how friendly or cruel the occupants of it were. I think that speaks for itself, kiddo. I’m not mad. I just wanna help, ok?” Patton had asked, and he’d hesitated for a long moment, before nodding.  

 “O-ok.” He’d realized his teeth were chattering, flinching as he felt arms around him, lifting him gently, as he passed out.

 It had taken him a long, long time, to open up to any of them, to say anything without prompting, really, he was quiet and meek and half shadows, most of the time, unable to keep his form physical with the endless fear creeping through him. No one was allowed to touch him. Not even Patton. Any sudden movement sent him tearing from the room, and he spent most of his own time locked in his own, still convinced that they would send him back, jettison him off, kick him off at the next planet and never look back.

 It was Logan, oddly enough, that wore him down. He always said what he thought, always pointed out the obvious, always answers with the truth, no matter how hurtful or blunt it is. That pure… obliviousness… to the concept of deception, was what finally convinced him, that they truly did want to help, wanted to let him have his space, wanted to just… be there.

 He’d never had kindness before. He didn’t understand, kindness. He didn’t understand why they were being so nice to him, when he hadn’t done anything besides flinch and hide and recoil from their touches, their gazes, their attentions.

 That’s what had led to him sitting on the middle of his bed, huddled in his blankets, shaking as he sobbed, not looking up at the soft knock on his door, letting out something that might have been a strangled ‘come in’. For once, he didn’t flinch away, as Patton entered the room, as he sat down on the very edge of the bed, looking at him with soft concern and warm care, and he just… broke. He fell into Patton’s arms and just broke.

…

He comes out of his own thoughts at Patton slipping a hand into his, and he smiles wryly up at the moon, shaking his head.

 “sorry. Just…” He trails off with a sigh, closing his eyes for a long moment, trying to steady himself.

 “I know, Vee. They’ve come so far, already. And you… I’m so proud of you, Virgil. I really, really am.” He looks away, face red, hiding the small smile in the blanket around his head, smile growing as Patton rests his head on his shoulder, nuzzling against him.

 “Pat, you’re making it really hard for me to nostalgically mope.” He mutters, Patton laughing softly against him.  

 “Good.” Patton says, wings uncurling and stretching out behind him as he yawns.

 “Should you head in, Pat?” He asks, amusement coloring his tone, as Patton shakes his head.

 “Roman wanted to stay outside. I wanna let him get as much fresh air as possible. aThey’ve been… confined, for too long, Virg. They’ve been through so much, I just wanna let him have whatever he needs.” Virgil smiles fondly, laying his blanket on the ground behind Patton.

 “Alright. Lay down.” He orders, gently pushing Patton’s shoulder, who goes over with little resistence, a little giggle, stretching one wing out, resting Roman atop it, curling his other wing over him as he lays down, holding him close, Roman’s hands gently curling into his feathers, nuzzling against them, snuggling into the softness. He smiles as Virgil tucks the other blanket tight around them, before leaning down and kissing the top of his head softly.

 “I’ll keep watch, Pat. Sweet dreams.” In the blink of an eye, Virgil vanishes into the shadows, though Patton knows he hasn’t gone far.

 “G’night, Virg. Love you.” He mumbles, already slipping asleep as the cozy warmth seeps into his bones.

…

He wakes up screaming. For the first time in a little over three years, he wakes up screaming, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth, swallowing down the sound, choking on it, praying no one else has heard him, he doesn’t want to bother them, and he buries his head in his hands, trying to get a grip, because it wasn’t real, he knows it wasn’t real.

 The white hospital bed. Firm, cold shackles against his upper arms and wrists, holding them tight to the armrests of the chair. An IV in his arm, pumping him full of vitamins and minerals and a mild sedative, something to keep him still against the sharp stings of pain as they carefully peel off every scale. He watches in quiet, morbid, fascination, as his arms turn from gold to crimson, as he starts to shiver, even the heating light they have on above him not enough to keep him warm, against the blood loss.

 It’s still another hour before he’s hazing in and out of awareness, another half hour before they call a stop, binding his injuries with curt, steady motions, guiding him back to his small room, nothing more than white walls, floors, ceiling, a hard bed, a warm blanket, it must be night, because the uv rays are off, as they emotionlessly deposit him on the bed, as always, locking the door behind them without a word.

 Tomorrow they’ll take more scales, until he doesn’t have any left. He'll be sick and shaking and unable to keep any food down, they'll hook him to more IVs to keep him alive, until his scales start to regrow and just when he’s starting to feel alright again, they'll pluck him clean once more.

 That’s his life. That’s all it’ll ever be. A sickly, half conscious life, hazed over with fever and pain, dying slowly from lack of contact, lack of socialization, lack of touch.

…

A knock on his door has him jolting, a strange foreboding in his chest, a tightness to his lungs, and he hears someone speaking, but they sound a million miles away, and he’s petrified, he can’t seem to move a single muscle, he’s frozen in place, though his mind is screaming at him, to do something, anything, he can’t, as his vision swims, he can’t.

 All he can hear is the chiming tone that tells him its time to get up for the day, to put on his loose, white clothing, to quietly eat his meal, to sit on the bed and wait silently for them to come retrieve him, to keep his eyes down and his hands in front of him, to make no motion until told, otherwise they’ll be forced to retaliate to protect themselves, regardless of whether he’s attacking or not.

 He's never attacking. He’s too scared, too well trained, to attack, to try anything, at this point, he knows it would be useless. Even if he bit one, two of them, sent them shaking and convulsing to the ground, there would be more, and he can’t fight through them all, can’t make it out of this facility, wherever it is, doesn’t even know if they’re on a planet or drifting in space, and there’s no point to resisting. Better to be compliant and meek and do as he’s told.

 Another soft knock, voice a bit louder, more concerned, gives him enough, shocks his mind, his system enough to break out of his stupor, to move, to stumble, stagger, trip over his own feet through a tilted, spinning world speckled with dark spots, to make it to the door, fumbling with the locks before finally managing to undo them, knowing that voice will somehow make this better, will somehow keep all of that from happening, will somehow get him out of here, where there’s no space and air and light and he can’t breathe or see or speak.

 The door opens and he falls, though warm arms catch him, the voice inhales sharply, speaking, though he still can’t hear, he should be able to hear him, he can get the sense of what he’s saying, but not the words, and dimly he registers the arms moving, scooping him up, off the ground, and he clings to the voice, as they carry him somewhere else, somewhere open, more space, before sitting down, though not letting go.  

 He registers counting, a slow, steady rhtym, one he knows, one he uses, one he tries to emulate now, in fits and starts, feeling a hand softly running up and down his arm, shivering as it touches his scales, phantom pain making him flinch, and the movement stops.

 “N-no… D-d-don’t…” He can’t choke out more than that, but they seem to understand, resuming their gentle up and down motion, especially light and gentle over his scales, slowly soothing him, because no one besides his crew, his friends, his family, are allowed to touch them, and only they have ever been this gentle with him, and as his breathing finally starts to even, his heart rate starts to beat normally, copying the rhythm it can feel from the warm body pressed against his, his vision starts to clear, and he slumps forwards, the tension leaking out of him as he presses his head into Logan’s chest, trembling as he takes a deep, shuddering breath.

 “Janus?” Comes the soft, quiet question, and he nods, even that motion takes too much effort, too much energy, but he summons his words anyway.

 “yes. ‘M here.” He mumbles, feeling Logan’s own relieved breath, his arms wrapping securely around his back, holding him close, as he realizes tears are slipping down his cheeks, unbidden. “sorry. Didn’t… didn’t mean to wake you.” Logan shushes him, slowly rocking him back and forth.

 “No. I’m sorry. I should have realized, today’s events would be triggering. One of us should have checked up on you, after you settled Remus.” He shivers, folding tighter against Logan, exhaustion from the fading adrenaline and panic attack shattering his normal walls.

 “If he hadn’t been there… Lo, if he hadn’t-“ He breaks off, choking on his words, on his fear. “I can’t do it again. I c-can’t… I didn’t know, then, but I do, now, and I c-can’t-“

 “Shh, shh, shh, I know, I know, Janus. But you don’t have to. You will never, never have to go through that again. You’re safe, you’re safe, Janus, and we, I, will never let that happen to you again. I promise.” Logan murmurs, gently running his thumb in circles against Janus’s cheek, the other wrapped around his waist to keep him steady. “I promise. I’m not letting go, alright? Get some rest. I’ll keep anything from harming you, while you sleep, I promise.”

 “N-not… Y-you and P-patton and Vi-rgil, c-can’t let them… can’t h-ave y-y-you-“ He can feel Janus already starting to drift, unable to hold on to awareness, after such a strong attack, plus his already elevated exhaustion and worry and stress, his words making his heart ache, because despite everything, Janus was focused on them, worried about them, getting taken, keeping them safe.

 “We’re all ok, Janus. No one is going anywhere. No one is leaving. No one is going to hurt them. I promise.” He murmurs, relaxing himself as he feels Janus’s breath even into deep, long, inhales and exhales, going fully limp against him, smiling down at the sleeping Naga, at the trust and faith his friend has in him, to not need locked doors to keep him safe, when Logan is right there, watching over him.

 He forgets, sometimes, where Janus has come from. How long, he spent in that endlessly cruel monotonous captivity.

 He came so far, so fast, and even now, he masks his pain so well, hides behind that wicked smirk and smooth surety, and its so easy, to forget when they first got to him nearly eight years ago he barely spoke a single word for three months, nearly convincing all of them he was mute. It took him longer still, to understand choices, they had to introduce them slowly, starting with ‘would you prefer A or B' type questions before moving to open ended ones.

 It's easy to forget, just how brave he is, acting as their inside man when necessary, posing as a buyer to get onto smuggler's ships, playing the part he hates more than anything, no doubt terrified beneath the surface, because if anything went wrong, in most cases, they wouldn’t be able to get to him in time. But he never backs down, never says no, and Logan knows that Janus would rather perish than fail to free whomever they held trapped, and it scares him, his reckless, fast paced bravery, scares him. Because he is just as terrified of losing Janus as he clearly is of losing them. It makes him hold on a little tighter, continuing to rub Janus’s back, to murmur softly to him, keeping him company through the rest of the night.

@fortheloveofjanus

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[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

TFP Knockout topping Breakdown.

Knockout grinned as he sat on his berth. Breakdown was almost done with his shift at medbay, and Knockout was ready. He got himself washed and waxed, another coat of paint, his nails blissfully sharpened, not to mention he dolled up the room to the others liking. Dimmed lights, a bowl of energon goodies and drinks, and the sheets on his recharge slab all nice and clean. Him and Breakdown had been official for a week, and it was far too long for Knockout. They had ONE kiss during their shift, and that was it. Could you believe it? First of all, he knew Breakdown was trying to be a gentlemech, and while it was sweet, it was also incredibly frustrating. Look at him! He was gorgeous, glossy, and all in an easy to carry size! He needed to be drooled over like he was an energon goodie. And Breakdown? Oh, he was a tall glass of Nova Cronal, and Knockout was completely parched. Big, blue, big hands, GIANT thighs. Oh and that chest. You could cause a solar eclipse with a bust that bodacious. Knockout wanted to just smother himself in them. And soon enough, he will. He called him via comm, and was disappointed to find out he was already in the middle of one. With Dreadwing. He was going to hang up, when he heard his name being brought up. He listened closely.

"Yeah, Knockout is kinda...not what I expected."

"How so?"

"He's...not as he looks. When you see him, you expect that being in a relationship with him is all triple filtered and speeding down a highway of excitement. But it's not. I'm not swept off my pedes, you know?"

"Well it's only been a week."

"Right. But I was kinda thinking...he'd be faster. Completely blindside me."

Knockout growled, and tore the sheets of the berth, wrangling it in his hands. He was going to strangle his aft. How dare he talk like that? About HIM?! and to DREADWING?! Oh he was going to rip him in two. He was about to yell in the comm call, and reveal that he was listening to his double talking aft, when he continued. 

"And I'm happy I was wrong. Dreadwing he...he's a cruise when I walk into the scene. There's no pressure to be a giant, strong wrecker- though I totally am, don't get me wrong, but he's not EXPECTING that. I'm just...me. It's kinda...awesome, how he showed that in only a week. And he looks goddamn gorgeous too. I've never liked red until I saw it on that hood~...I don't think I want anyone else."

"Oh...Breakdown. That's so moving. You should tell him."

"I...I can't. I...I like letting my guard down, but I don't wanna be a wuss. Besides, he's too pretty, I kinda...you know. Blank out and junk. It's why I talk to you, you're easy to talk to. You're practically my amica."

"Uh...alright. I don't see us in that fashion, but I'm honored. I take it you got that gift I suggested you get him?"

"Yep! Off to get it right now, surprise him at medbay with it. Just gotta get it from under my berth."

Knockout raised a brow, and looked under the berth. A small box. He tore open the small box, and fight the urge to not gasp. A golden, handheld mirror, decorated with red roses. Oh he was MADE for this little gift. 

"Anyway, I'll talk to you later, I gotta prepare myself. Imma call him pretty. To his FACE."

"I'll pray for your endeavours, my friend."

They hung up, and Breakdown opened the door to his own room, freezing up the second he saw Knockout. They stared at each other, in awe. Knockout smirked, putting the mirror down, and twisting the sheets in his hand. This mech was gonna get it.

And he was gonna get it GOOD.

"Breakdown. I've been waiting for you~"

"Uh...hey. You look good. You uh-oh boy."

He immediately clammed up once he felt the cloth around his neck, and Knockout slowly took a few steps back.

"Breakdown. Shut the door."

"Right. Shutting."

He shut the door with his pede, gulping as Knockout turned them around, just in time to have him fall right on his back, with Knockout on top of him.

"I heard everything you said Breakdown. And I absolutely loved every word you said."

"You..did? Oh I uh...good. You uh, want me to-"

"Now now, down boy~"

Knockout put his hand on his bust, and pushed him back down onto berth. Mechs like him automatically thought they had to be the dominant one in the berth. But that wasn't going to happen. Not with this big treat waiting to be unwrapped. Knockout slowly ran his hands up and down his bust, chuckling as Breakdown twitched under his touch. So sensitive, and clearly not used to being fondled like this. A crime, really. Knockout clicked his panel open with his knee, smirking like a hungry wolf.

"You're mine, Breakdown. Absolutely positively mine. No one can talk that sweetly about me behind my back, and get away with it."

Knockout reached down lower, and felt his audials perk up. He wasn't wet. He was absolutely flooded. He pulled his hand back up, for them both to see. The fluid was dripping down his claws, and Breakdown looked humiliated.

"I uh...sorry. I...was kinda talking to Dreadwing for too long about you. I uh...like thinking about you."

Knockout suddenly roared in laughter, practically doubling over in his fit.

"Oh Breakdown! That's delectable!"

"H-hey, cut me some slack!"

"Oh no no, you misunderstand. I love it. It's such a compliment...to have you get so ready just THINKING about me."

He clicked open his own spike panel, and with a sharp hiss, pushed himself in. For a big mech, he was tight, practically swallowing him up. Knockout dug his claws into the others thighs, dragging them down every thrust he made. Each of which, was making Breakdown grip onto the sheets. Knockout leaned up to his level, chuckling as Breakdown readied himself for a kiss that he wasn't coming.

"I'm going to make you obsessed with me, Breakdown. I want you to just HEAR my name and get tingles down your spine. Are you ready for that?"

"N-no."

"I'm...sorry?"

"I mean...I already do that."

"...oh I'm going to ravage you~"

One would think that Knockout's spike wouldn't do much for such a big valve, but as Knockout thrusted into him, it was easy to tell, from his sudden cries, that it was more than enough.

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It was six whole overloads before either were satisfied. Breakdown was covered in scratches, on his thighs, his bust, his arms, basically anywhere but his gorgeous face. He was drifting off next to Knockout, too full of overload and love to get up and get cleaned. Knockout was weary too, but why would he want to sleep when he can stare at such a perfect face? By which he meant his own. He kept staring at himself, admiring his own afterglow.

"Oh Breakdown...I need to frag you more. Does wonders for my complexion. Look at the glow I have! Ugh, I'm too pretty."

"'Gorgeous' Knockout, gorgeous."

"Keep talking Breakdown, I'm coming after that aft~"

He almost snorted as Breakdown jumped from his hand. Knockout was gonna keep this one.

#transformers #Knockout #Breakdown #lemon #tfp #hope you like it!!

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Work Out: Chapter 5

A/N: IT’S FINALLY HERE!!! It took me a while to get this out but it’s here. I’ll be on vacation next week and so I’ll be writing just not updating per-say. If you or anyone has experienced a loss of a child or family member, and you want to talk about it my inbox is always open. It’s chapter 5. That means it’s time for another project to be started. I have 4 started already and I am going to pick which one i like best to start typing chapters for. Which will most likely be Chris Evans x Roxie in So Into You. There’s one line in here that I asked to use from my good sis @madamslayyy and it’s in here. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future projects.

Warnings; child death, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), language

Word Count: 5,029 [my village knows this is was gonna be long]

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It was 3 am, dark and eerily quiet. Only the sound of my Sunter oscillating floor fan being on, and Florian’s occasionally snoring, could be heard. He took my offer on staying at my condo, instead of a hotel when he’d come to New York. Missing him from going back and forth from here to Munich, Germany, did some things to me. I never felt like this in a while about someone.

Only thing I could see in the dark from the moon, peaking through the window shades, was my big brown bear with an ‘I Wuv You’ pillow attached to it. Florian has shipped it to me from visiting his family.

He’s done something to brighten up my life, that I didn’t think needed to be brighten up. I couldn’t sleep. I could never sleep around 3 am and there’s a reason for that.

It had been a couple months or so, nearly in March now with the spring weather, and things were starting to look up a bit. That is until the gut wrenching moments with Jake happened. The bad memories came flooding back and the nightmares became worse, and worse. It came at least once or twice a month, but now they’re more frequent.

Around this same time I’d have the same recurring nightmare: me losing my baby girl at just 16 weeks. I let the dream play out this time. Normally I’d wake up in different scenes.

I was at work with a client and my phone rang to a news flash. Typical news about politics, and crazy folks. At the time time Jake and I weren’t on speaking terms due to his infidelity. I went home that day, around noon, to an infuriated Jake.

“Where the hell have you been?!” He yelled in my face,’I could smell the alcohol on his breath. This wasn’t the first time I say him this frustrated.

This time it was his job at a restaurant; he got fired, again. He always blames me for his misfortunes when I’ve been holding him up. I’ve been there for him time and time again.

“At work. Where else would a 3 ½ month pregnant lady be? I have bills to pay Jacob, and a baby to feed soon.” Apparently he didn’t like the hint of attitude in my voice, because the next thing I knew I was being thrown against a wall with force.

The wind was knocked out of me; my throat was sore from screaming and he was in my face.

“You know where you need to be at all times. You are MINE, and no one else’s.”

“We’re separated remember? Or did you forget?! Hey out of my face and out of my house now.” I pushed passed him, on my way upstairs, till I felt an even more powerful force push me down. I had landed on my stomach, the pain was too much to bear.

I froze in place, crying and praying to the heavens, hoping that my little Angelique would be alright.

“Geneva? Oh my god, please come on baby.” Jake was frantic, picking me up and taking me to the car. Making our way to the hospital I was in too much shock to love around.

Several hours later of being in the room, the doctor gave em the final verdict. It was too much damage to be done for my baby. I was stunned. Too traumatized to even move. The doctor gave us some time to ourselves, after the procedure was done.

Jake reaches out to touch my hand and I draw back from him.

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” I seethed through my teeth, not even glancing in his general direction. I could tell he grew impatient with me, by the way he yanked my head to face him.

“If you weren’t so disobedient, we’d have a baby soon. But you just had to defy me and get hurt. I thought you loved me, Geneva.”

“I do. But you make- you’re blaming this on me? You’re blaming the death of our baby on me?!” My anger surfaced as my parents walked through the door.

Jake was faster than they were, because he tried to  choke me. His grip was too tight, my nails dig deep in his arms. Deep enough to draw blood. My dad was pulling him off, with my mother in tow. My vision grew dark, I couldn’t move again. All I could hear were my parents screaming for the doctors to come help. The nightmare ended.

I woke up screaming in the dark, causing Florian to wake up abruptly and be on the lookout. I felt bad for waking him up but I’m glad he did.

“Geneva? Is everything ok?” He held me close to his chest, as I cried in heavy sobs. I finally let the dream play out. I explained to him what my dream was, his rage about my ex increased ten fold.

Pulling me close to his chest even more, he mumbled something in German as she rocked me back and forth. He couldn’t fathom how any may would I ever lay his hands on a woman like that. Pregnant or not. He know his own mother would be livid if he went that route.

“I vow to this very day, he won’t come near you. I know you gave me the green light to rough him up, and I did, but I need full control Genevieve. I need to you give me full control, my love.” The sincerity in his voice was calming. It was as if he was sent from the gods to protect me. As he caressed my cheek, I kissed his hand on instinct, holding on to his hand.

Looking into his soft green eyes, the moonlight shining through the windowed curtains, making them glow with love. Upon resting my head on his, he snaked his arms around my waist.

“You made a promise to keep me safe and I believe you. So without question, I give you full control, Florian. Full, control.” Whispering against his lips, he smiled at me genuinely and held me close. He fell back against the fluffy pillows, taking me along with him. The still calmness made it easier for me to fall asleep next to him.

I think I’ll keep him a little while longer.

-The Next Day-

“Ain’t no way in hell! You can’t do that!”

“The hell I can’t. House rules cuzzo, house rules. Now draw your 4 and the color is red.”

“You ain’t right.”

Game night has been a tradition in my family for generations. To keep it alive, I had the crew come by my half finished apartment, along with the typical game night food. First game of the night was Uno. Not just any old game of Uno, it was Uno Flip. It brought out the worst in people but it was all in fun.

“Now she taught me this game last night, simply because it’s new, and even I knew she’d say ‘house rules.’ ” Florian was invited as well, why wouldn’t I invite the guy that I heard beat up my ex?

“You trained him well, sis. I like him.” Nefertiti, Winston’s girlfriend of 3 years, was always the insightful one of the group. She was always busy with her stylist job, but when she has time she comes back home and chill.

“Yeah but you still can’t do that. Cheater.” Mike mumbled under his breath, which earned him a smack upside his head by Johari.

My dog Dragon, my reddish-brown Pomsky, was asleep in his kennel in the laundry room. He loved it when Florian came over to visit, because he had someone big and strong to play with. He clearly loved the fact that I had someone too.

The vibes were perfect for a night in with no responsibilities. I was already out of the game so watching was always my forte. Joahri was looking at Florian and I, as I was snuggled into his side as he played the card game.

“So what are y’all exactly? Cause y’all for sure as hell, ain't friendship with benefits. Y’all emotions are too attached.” The question threw me off, because I started choking on my Seagram's Jamaican Me Crazy wine cooler. Johari was never one to hold back, and that’s what Mike loved about her.

Florian couldn’t help but chuckle and rub my back a little to calm me down.

“Uh well. We’ve just been hanging out lately. Enjoying each other’s company.” I looked to Florian to help.

“We like hanging out with each other. I enjoy her company and she enjoys mine. Why put a label on things?” He explained a bit further and the look on Jojo’s face was unwavering. She wasn’t falling for it at all. Heating the doorbell ring, we were saved by the bell.

“What he said, labels aren’t needed. Imma get the door.” What did I want? I wanted him but I couldn’t say it yet. Answering the door, Cynthia and John stepped in, along with Destiny and Ryan. Filling the room with more love.

Just by the look on Florian’s face and the tone of his voice from earlier, he seemed to want things to go further that what they were. I couldn’t tell.

Did I want things to go further? I’m still married to the asshole who won’t sign the papers. Maybe it is time for a new outlook on life.

-Florian’s POV-

Did I want Geneva to be mine? Did I want her to feel safe; secured, loved and wanted? Did I want her away from Jake anyway? Yes I did.

I didn’t want her to feel unwanted anymore. I can’t stand seeing her hurt anymore either. With all the stories I’ve heard about Jake, and how he’s mistreated her. I just knew I had to make things right for her.

While she was distracted with the girls in the kitchen, I had to ask the guys for some help with a very creative strategy.

“Guys, I need your help with something.” I was nervous to say the least. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before and I think it’s time I make my feelings known.

“What’s up? You need help asking Geneva to be your girl?” Mike went straight to the point.

“Oh you tryin to ask our sis to be your girl? This outta be good.” Ryan chuckled gently, glancing around the room real quick.

“Well since we’re playing games tonight, got anything in mind?” Winston asked curiously. I had never met Winston fully, just in brief passing with Mike at parties.

“How about scrabble? We each form a word for me ask, I’ll take the last word.” Letting the guys know my plan, they all were in agreement and helped set up the board.

The guys gathered the game up and set it up. I had a necklace in my hoodie pocket I was gonna give her tonight anyway. Now was the best time.

“What y’all up to?” Once I heard that angelic voice I had to move fast, giving every team their pieces.

“Just getting ready to play scrabble. We’re doing teams, so little mama come here.” The slight blush on her caused the whole group to chuckle, as I placed her on my lap on the floor.

“Team scrabble? Interesting. Alright I’ll play.”

-Geneva’s POV-

The game went on for about an hour or so. My ass was getting sore from sitting so long, so I had to get up to so I could stretch. Placing a kiss on Florian’s head, I made sure to give him some love.

“Y’all need anything while I’m up?” Making my way to the kitchen, I grabbed the empty plates and cups. Turning up the volume on the speaker a bit.

“A few beers and Seagrams. I’ll come with ya.” Johari got up to help me while the others continued to play the game.

“So what’s up with you and Florian? Foreal sis come on now. No games, no shade.” Leaning against the counter, sighed gently with a smile.

“I like him. We mesh well together and he’s great company. I do kinda wanna date him though, it’s only fair since Jake moves on.” I started biting my lip thinking of all the moments Florian and I have shared over the last few months.

“You should! It’s your time now. Plus he sounds like a keeper.” Johari was glancing back into the game from for some reason.

“Gege! Come on it’s your turn with Florian!”

“Coming! He is. We should get back to the game.” Grabbing the bottles, making our way back to the game, I snuggled back in Florian’s lap. He moved to the couch this time.

For some reason the room was more mellow than normal, and the girls were giddy. What was going on?

“Alright. Mike went; Winston went next, Ryan and John. Now it’s my turn.” Florian explained and kissed my cheek. I was too preoccupied with my phone.

My mom had texted me about graduation, and when it was. I kept forgetting to let the family know about the date and time. Florian took his turn and tapped my thigh to let me know.

“Alright guys we are all out of tiles. I’ll tally up the scores.” Grabbing the notepad and pen, I glanced at the board once or twice. I saw something and I didn’t know if I was reading it right.

The group was minding their own business, till I got their attention by reading everything out loud.

“ ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ How did y’all- oh my god.” I immediately looked at Florian with tearful eyes and the group erupting in cheers.

“Couldn’t think of a better way to ask, with the blessing of your friends of course, and Mike. So Geneva, will you?” Florian’s soft voice pulled me in, as the sounds hushed around us.

All I could focus on was him and him alone. Holding his face in my hands; taking in his after rain scent and resting my forehead on his I knew I was home. With him I was always home.

“Yes. I’ll be your girl, Florian.” Kissing him with everything in me, he held me close to his hard body but he felt soft in my hands.

“Ahem. Y’all we got others games to play.” Mike cleared his throat, before having to pulling us apart.

“Sorry. Oh Geneva, turn around real quick.”

I did as instructed and felt cold metal hit my neck. Glancing down, I noticed my zodiac sign around my neck, shining in the light of the ceiling fan. He clamped it shut and turned me back around.

“Perfect fit. Alright now, let’s play.” Kissing me gently, Florian busted out Jenga.

-3 games and yelling matches later-

It’s an intense game of Jenga going on. It was my turn to go, and I was nervous as hell.

“Ok babe. You got this. Don’t be nervous.” A little encouragement from the new boo, made it even worse.

Pulling the block from middle, watching the tower lean for he left I got nervous and it all came tumbling down.

“In that rubble, lies our relationship.” The mocking hey joking tone of his voice, caused me to smile.

“Ok Kyle.” Patting his cheek gently, I was gifted with a gorgeous smile that he is never afraid to show. The smile that would put the stars on Egypt to shame.

His type of smile though, was like no other. His smile was so bright and happy; full of life and wonder. Like a kid in a candy store, or a kid on Christmas Day. His smile was truly contagious.

John nodded towards Florian, to grab his attention. “Hey Florian can I ask you something?”

“Sure. What’s up?” Draping his arm around my shoulder, drawing me closer.

“Seeing as though Jake fucked up everything for himself, I want you to be one of my groomsmen. I see how well you’ve been treating Geneva and I think you should walk down the aisle with her. You’ve gained a friend in me.” He paused a bit and did the typical bro handshake with him.

“You’ve gained a brother from Ryan and I. Welcome to the group man.”

The look on his face was priceless and full of pure excitement. He couldn’t have been happier to be included.

“I’d be honored John. I’d love to walk with Geneva.” I felt his lips on my forehead, making my body feel all all warm and inviting.

“Game over let’s do something else. Mortal Kombat anyone?” Breaking my concentration wasn’t ever easy, but Florian managed to do so.

“Sure. I’ll play. Not sure how to do so, but I can always learn from a great teacher.” Sending a wink in his direction, I grabbed the other controller for the PS4 and got into position so her could “teach me” how to play.

Everyone else was in their zone, minding their own business, as Florian was giving me the rundown on the game. Little did he know, my two brothers taught me how to play whenever I’d come home on the weekends from college. They prepared me for this moment.

“Ready, draga?”

“Bring it.”

Fifteen minutes into the the game, he was kicking my ass in both matches. Time to kick it into high gear. The gag is, I was just messing with him.

“I’m gonna change my character real quick. If that’s ok with you?” The gentle tone of my voice made that precious smile come back.

He shrugged. “That’s fine with me baby girl.”

Going through the character list, tuning out everything around me, I focused on my strategy. I found the right character.

“Jade. Let’s do this baby.” Pressing start on the controller, I maneuvered in my spot on the couch and started to annihilate Florian in this game.

“What the hell…” he was in shock and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Finish him!” The tv yelled through the Sony speakers, placed around the 75” flat screen.

With a sly smirk, and a burst of energy to leap up to squat on the couch, I caught the attention of our friends and they gathered around.

Michael got too excited, stomping his feet against the hardwood. “She’s gonna beat you bro.”

“Not by a long shot.” Florian gritted through his teeth, maneuvering the buttons on the controller.

“Final kill shot…”

“Nice try babe.” With one final move, Jade had sliced Raiden’s head clean off and stood proud with her staff.

“Fatality!” The room went silent, Florian dropped his controller in defeat and was wide eyed.

“How in the hell? I just taught you 5 min ago?” He looked at me in utter disarray.

I chuckled a bit. “No you didn’t.”

“Uh were you paying attention when I taught you earlier?” He was in straight disbelief and I was living for it.

“I was. But you forgot that I have two brothers that play this on the daily baby. I faked it, unlike other things.” Sending a wink in his direction, I got up to clean the rest of the plates.

As the party died down, our friends left for the night, I was left cleaning and Florian was messing with something in the house.

Next thing I know, I hear some Michael Jackson music and the adrenaline kicked in with me. Grooving to the beat to past the time, I felt his strong hands on my hips.

“Oh so I take it you’re feeling better after getting crushed?”

“You wound me Printesa. You wound me.”

Placing a kiss on his cheek, I moved my hips along with his to the funky beat of Pretty Young Thing. Truth be told he’s the first person I’ve danced with in my house. I never got to do a lot of things with Jake because he’d always be “busy” with work and it affected our relationship a lot.

I cherish the little moments I do get with Florian. When he’s away I find something to do, but it makes it all worth it in the end, when we meet back up in my hometown. The song shifted to a real old song that brought back memories and just felt right.

“Do you remember, when we fell in love. We were so young and innocent then.” He sung in my ear so elegantly, as he swayed with me in solitude and confinement.

I couldn’t help but sing back to him, doing a little spin turn, to have my back pressed against his chest.

“Do you remember, how it all began. It’s just seemed like heaven, so why did it then.”

His strong arms that were wrapped around me just right. I felt safe and secured in his embrace, I never wanted to leave. We continued to sing the song to each other, and gravity took us both towards my bedroom.

There was a glowing light illuminating from my room. The closer I got, the more the room came in visual and it was sight to behold.

It seems that when I was cleaning, he was setting this all up for us the whole time. I felt the tears on the edge of my eyes, one shed as I held my face together. Turning towards him I sniffled.

“Florian. What is all this for?”

He held my hand and guided me towards the grand king sized bed, that took up a good portion of space in the master bedroom. This condo was perfect in every way and I still have yet to call it my own.

“Well seeing as though we just started dating a few hours ago, 6 to be exact, I thought we’d consummate our relationship. By making love to my lady love.” We both looked into the mirror I had installed and just took in each other’s reflections.

He truly listened to me. It was rare to find a good man that listened. I was going to enjoy this by any means necessary. Changing the playlist to smooth jams, I faced him fully.

“You do listen to me. I’m glad you do.” I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.

The music pulled us and guided us like a magnet. I took his black v-neck shirt off first, tracing the hard muscles with my nails with a featherlight touch. Our foreheads were touching, his hands were under the grey racerback I was wearing. My skin was on fire, but I loved every second of it.

Our lips were ghosting one another’s, a teasing game that only could be won by one. He gave in and smashed his lips against mine. Our lips moving in synchronization to the rhythm of our heartbeats, drawing me closer to him.

He broke the kiss for a split second, analyzing the room once again.

“Don’t need us both being poked with electric candles, now do we?” He set all the plastic candles on my dresser, then came back to me.

“No we don’t. But we do need less clothes.” Trying to be sexy, I slipped my tank top off. Only remaining clothing were my shorts; white lace bra and matching undies to hide my heated desire for the man standing in front of me.

I took it upon myself to slide off his basketball shorts, eyeing the man in front of me in all his naked glory.

“No boxers or briefs huh? You were thinking of getting lucky today weren’t you?” Kissing his chest softly, my hands gripped onto his ass tightly, gaining a moan from him.

In a blink of an eye, he yanks the rest of my clothes off, throws them somewhere in the room and made me jump up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, to continue the kiss, he laid us both on the bed.

“You’re the first woman I’ve ever gotten intimate with on this level. Face to face, pure and raw intensity. Just close.” He whispered in my ear hotly, as his fingers dragged along my curves. Making the room seem hotter than it already was.

“So far, you’re doing everything right.” In one hand I held the back of his neck while the other, yanked him by his chain around his neck, back to down to kiss me. His tongue fought for dominance with my own, a shaky moan erupted through my body once again.

The movement of his hips against mine were orgasmic and sensual. His weight on top of me, felt so delicious. I trusted him enough to not use a condom this time versus all the other times. Who knew that kissing could get you off.

“Geneva, do we-”

“No. I trust you. Remember what I told you? I trust you.” Nodding in more confirmation, I brushed my hips another time to get him inside me. I knew for a fact that I was not about to go to work in the morning and I didn’t care.

Smiling up at him, deep into his green-hazel speckled eyes, I saw a man that shown me so much love these past few months. A man who really cares for me deeply; physically, mentally and spiritually.

“Then I guess we can.” He captures my lips with his once again, lacing our fingers together above my head in an exultant feeling all over. My body overheated; I felt him rut against me, as I squeezed his fingers tight.

He broke the kiss to let me know to fully relax. I did so, and felt my velvet walls being stretched deliciously by by his hardened dick. I moaned sharply, arching my back off the black sheets, and dragged my nails up and down his back. We came once again just off of us humping each other.

My legs went back around his hips and constricted him like a python, egging him on even more to go faster. Letting out mini yells of his name along with multiple phrases in Romanian and German. His hands gripped my thighs tight.

“Lil Mama, come here.” He sat back, pulling out of me. I felt an emptiness, craving for him to be back inside me. He pulled me on to his lap, I sunk back down on instinct. I could tell he was chasing his 3 orgasm with me, so this next one was about to be ruthless.

The temperature increased; his hands hot and heavy on my hips, helping me rotate up and down. Forward and back, this time going with the rhythm of the music. I held the back of his head, gripping for dear life, resting my head on his as I went faster.

“Ah ah- fucking shit! Right there. Oh come on daddy.” I whined digging my nails deeper into his shoulder, feeling my 3rd orgasm coming faster. He looked me dead in my eyes and spoke with such dominance.

“Don’t call me daddy unless you trying to make me one.” Once he growled that against my lips, I purred back at him and caught his tongue with my lips, sucking gently. His eyes went big at how frisky the move was. I pushed him on his back, squeezing his dick inside me again and closing my eyes tight at the feeling of him. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes tight at the feeling.

I whispered against his lips, “If you play your cards right, maybe we can talk about kids. But I need a ring first.

“Only way I’d see it happening, baby girl.” One final kiss session, feeling the vibes again with one of my songs playing on my phone. Rolling my hips sinfully, leaning my head back and gripping my hair I gasped sharply.

“I’m so close…”

“I am too. Let go with me baby girl.” He leaned up, kissing my chest, sucking one of my nipples in his mouth and then moved his thumb against my clit. My orgasm erupted before his own.

I moved quick and fast to slide off him and take him in my mouth. He had to get off by the end of the night or I wouldn’t feel good about it. Tasting myself on his dick, made me wet all over again.

“Shit baby- goddamn.” He held the back of my head, I relaxed my jaw and used my tongue to my leverage. I had him whimpering like a little kid, and I loved it. Using one of my hands to get the rest of him in my mouth, I kissed his thighs a bit before going back at it.

He smacked my ass one good time, which made me moan around his throbbing dick. He released down my throat, I swallowed every drop and crawled back up his sweaty body. Kissing him gently, rubbing my nose with his.

“You smacked my ass like you own it.”

“I kinda do, draga. I kinda do.” He smirked at my gasp, as I hit him playfully.

Stretching a bit, I sat up and smiled at him.

“I trust you remember that ok?” I reminded him. He nodded sweetly and pulled me back down onto his chest. Which was heaving up and down a bit.

“Shower or sleep? Or both?” I traced shapes on his chest gently, hiking my leg over his.

“Both. I’ll even switch the sheets out. Plus I owe you in the morning.” Picking me up bridal style towards my master bathroom, I let out a sweet giggle.

“Definitely gonna need that cause I’m not into work tomorrow.” Loving the feel of the bow water on my body and my hair, I helped him wash his hair and he did mine.

After what seemed like hours, we were both dressed: the sheets were changed and the room was cooler. Falling asleep to his voice made it easier and the nightmares were gone.

“I could stay like this forever with you.” Is what I could’ve sworn I heard him say, but I was too deep into my sleep to pay attention. I couldn’t see myself with anyone else.

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