#something just went off in my little rat brain

[slashers-and-rats]

hiii could i request a nsfw 😳 one shot with brahms? the plot being the reader being in greta's pov when he asks for a good night kiss and how it advances from there when the reader chooses not to stab him hehehehe i dunno if smth like that has been written before tho,, anyways thank you for reading my req!! ♡♡ love ur writing btw~~

rat chat: thank you!! I’m glad you like my writing!! i hope this is what you were looking for.

brahms heelshire x gn!reader | nsfw

brahms felt heavy.

the way you looked at him felt like a weight being pressed down on his shoulders. something about your gaze, about the way you seemed to stare through his soul- it all felt straining. something was clawing at him, trying to get out. it pushed on his ribs and crowded around his lungs, it suffocated him.

you had lead him back to his room. you guided him down into his bed, so stern as you spoke. he knew it was passed his curfew, but the itching in his brain told him he should stay awake. he had to. you were there, right in front of him, how could he waste this time on something so useless as sleep?

he was lucky you had agreed to tuck him in. you laid him down so gently. you tucked his blanket in tight around him, making sure he was cozy. he wasn’t. he was restless. he stirred and squirmed, his fingertips twitching with the energy he was trying to contain within him. maybe on the outside he was calm and collected, but if you could see his eyes, you’d know nothing but need burned behind them. he didn’t understand what he was hungry for, what he wanted, but with every graze of your fingertips across his blanket-clad body, he became more and more starved.

he laid there, still, watching you. you finished readying him for bed, making sure the comforter was snug around him. once it was confirmed, you had straightened up a bit, but not before letting your gaze linger on his own. he knew you could see it. he knew you could see his yearning, swirling hot behind his eyes; he could tell by the way you bit your lip that you could see right through him and into his deepest desires. it wasn’t like he was hiding it anyways, he wanted you to know. he wanted you to see him, and to be the one to act, and to provide what he was missing. he needed you.

but, much to his dismay, you began to move away. you straightened up, and began stepping back, your lips beginning to form the words ‘goodnight’. brahms didn’t let them come, though, and stopped you with a harsh grip around your wrist. the movement had been so sudden, you wondered if his hand had been there the whole time.

“goodnight kiss…?” his voice was soft, strained. he sounded almost pathetic.

“brahms… i don’t know. maybe not tonight, it’s already late, and you should’ve been in bed a long time ago, and-“

he cut you off by squeezing your arm a little tighter. for a moment, you looked fearful, but when you saw what was really there behind his intentions, you seemed to soften. he needed you. it was nothing trivial, he just… needed you.

you sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. a hand went up to his face, and he pressed his cheek into it without any thought. his eyes never left yours, though. they remained steady, gliding over every detail on your face over and over. he tried to memorize it all for later- for when he was alone, pretending his hands were yours. he did it many times before. he felt almost ashamed at how many times he had touched himself while watching you through random peepholes in the house. but he couldn’t help it. he needed you.

you pulled him from his thoughts when you tilted his head towards you. he parted his lips under the mask just as you did above him. you leaned down, pressing soft against the mouth of his glass face. underneath the porcelain, he returned this gesture. if he tricked himself- if he shut his eyes tight and imagined there was nothing between you both, he could feel your warmth.

before he realized, he was pressing up into you. his hands had emerged from the blankets, both now finding purchase at your sides. he gripped onto the fabric of your shirt, dragging you closer to him. the surface of the mask was smudged against your lips, nearly pressing passed into your teeth, and the sensation made you whimper.

this sent a hard shiver down brahms’ spine. you could feel his body shake at this sound. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer, until his chest was pressed tight to your soft body. you felt like a pillow. it reminded him of the one he had in his hideaway, that he sprayed with your stolen perfume and rutted against when he was feeling particularly desperate. that was nothing in comparison to this, though. he could feel your actual heat, your real beating heart, your hands coming to hold his shoulders for balance.

he pushed himself up to a sitting position, tugging you until you were partially in his lap. at this, you pulled away, taking a moment to catch your breath while holding yourself at a distance. your hands had come to rest against his chest, and he could feel the thumping of his pulse manipulating your fingers.

“brahms… you need to sleep, okay? you can’t… we can’t do this.”

“why?” the question was somewhat stern. his head tilted to the side, eyes blinking focus back onto you. “i want it.”

“i know you do, but… but you don’t even know what you’re doing. and it’s wrong, and it’s late, and-“

“i need it,” he pressed on. he leaned closer to you, dipping his head down to rest in the crook of your neck. his hot breath hit the inside of his mask, the sound echoing out into the open air. he could feel your own heartbeat quicken. you wanted this too, he knew it. deep down you longed for this, for him. why couldn’t you admit it? why couldn’t you just give him what he deserved? “i’ll be good…” he whispered, fingertips trailing down your sides and to your thighs. “please… please, i’ll be so good, and i’ll never misbehave again… please…”

you turned away, your skin dragging along the porcelain of his ‘face’. he knew he was getting to you. he was picking away at that inner resolve.

“what if i just gave you another kiss? would that be enough?” you asked. brahms shook his head. it would never be enough, never. “what do you want than?”

“touch me.” he grabbed your wrist, not too rough, and moved it to his own thigh. you gasped quietly in surprise. the sound was so sweet, he could taste the sugar on the edge of his tongue. he pressed your hand up, up, up, making it push along his loose lounge pants and up towards his bulge. “please. i need it. it aches…”

your palm met his clothed cock, and you could feel it immediately throb under the pressure. brahms had never been touched this intimately, and the slightest brush of your fingers made him whine quietly under his breath. he let go of your hand, expecting you to move away, but you stayed. you pushed a bit more into his erection, the sensation making him buck and rub his hips up into this new feeling.

“if i do this, will you go to bed?” you asked. his nodding was immediate. he whispered promises under his breath, his face pushing further into your flesh. you rubbed a thumb up the length of his bulge, and it made him thrust hard into your touch. “okay… okay, lay down. pull your pants down too.”

he did as told. he laid himself down flat against the bed, yanking his trousers and underwear down at the same time. his cock flipped up against his stomach, hard and leaking with beads of precum already. this would be a quick ordeal, but it would be worth it.

you reached down, wrapping your fingers around his cock and beginning to pump. the movements were slow at first, your thumb rubbing underneath his head and your fingers squeezing rhythmically around his shaft. you watched him, your gaze nearly burning his skin. brahms was lost to it all immediately. his head turned to press into his pillow, his hands gripping hard at the sheets of the bed, and his hips pushing lazily into the pleasure. he felt lost to it all. your caring touch sent him into the clouds. all of his brain power was being focused on this warm feeling enveloping him, wrapping around him like a dense fog. it felt so good.

brahms managed to find some composure, just enough that he could turn to look at you. where he thought there would be indifference, he saw lust. your eyes were focused on his dick, watching it with such intensity. you licked your lips as you stroked up and down, letting his precum leak over your knuckles and down his shaft. his cock was wet, making slick sounds every time you pumped him. each noise went straight to his core, and added to the fire building there.

“does this feel good?” you asked, stopping for just a moment to hear his reply.

“y-yes… yes, please, keep going… please, i need it… i need you, please…” he babbled, bucking his hips into your fist. you couldn’t help the smirk that crept onto your face. he had to look away again, face becoming hot with embarrassment. he had never seen you look at him that way before, and part of him hoped you’d never look at him any different.

“you’re already so worked up. are you gonna be able to handle me going faster?” you gave a few quick strokes, and it made him keen and arch his back. you chuckled as he slumped back down to the mattress, thighs already shaking.

“i can take it… i can… please…” he whimpered.

you nodded, starting a faster pace with your hand. he couldn’t hold back now. moans spilled unfiltered out of his mouth. they echoed off the walls and created a chorus of pleasure. every movement of your hand pulled another pathetic tune from his mouth, and he thanked the lord his mask was on, or else he’d be ashamed of how embarrassing his face was. it was red, contorted into an expression of overwhelming pleasure. his hands pulled at the sheets underneath him. he worried if he let go he would fall into nothing, and all of this goodness would disappear into the ether.

his cock twitched hard in your hand, continuing to spill puddles of precum around your fingers. you hummed at your work in satisfaction, twisting your fist and squeezing periodically along his shaft. you worked magic on him, making him sob in pleasure and pulling noises he never knew he could make from the depths of his throat.

it all became too much. an early orgasm was rushing towards him quick, and he was writhing hard against the bed at an attempt to escape. you never let up, though, and chased down this feeling inside of him with every jerk of his cock.

“k-kiss! kiss, please, n-need kiss…!” he gasped, a hand coming to grab at your shirt. he pulled you towards him weakly, and you allowed him too. you loomed over his squirming body, never slowing your movements. you leaned down, pressing multiple kisses along his cheeks and forehead, before connecting your lips back to those porcelain ones.

he moved his own mouth up into the glass desperately, mouthing along the surface in between you both. you giggled, and the sound felt like needles piercing into his heart. it was too much, it was too good, he couldn’t take it, he couldn’t-

he came with a cry. his hand that had once been gripping you went down to your wrist again, leading you through the milking of his cock, until he pulled you away to stop overstimulation from setting in. he was panting, sweaty and spent, messy now with his sperm spread across his stomach. lights flashed behind his eyes, but you stayed centred in his vision, like a monument to his pleasure. he was lax against the bed, barely moving save for his chest, which heaved up and down in an attempt to catch up to his heart.

“i think you’ll be able to sleep well now,” you cooed, gathering the blankets back up. you tucked them around him once again, and nearly laughed at the way he winced as the fabric touched his bare cock. you didn’t say anything, though, and simply went about your normal routine of making him comfortable.

once he was snug, you pressed one last kiss to his forehead. he was barely there, slipping in and out of a haze of euphoria. you lingered for a moment, watching him as he tried to force his eyes to stay open.

“goodnight, brahms. sleep well.” you patted his chest lightly, before standing and leaving the room.

brahms laid there in the glow of it all. as he began to slip into sleep, he sent out a last prayer to the universe, begging that tonight would happen again. he needed it to.

he needed you.

#brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire #slashers #slasher x reader #ask

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Nimona headcanons plus a little bonus at the end

Whenever the trio gets home it's like a switch is flipped off inside their brains and all they want to do is be lazy and relax 

They’ve got very busy and stressful lives and a pretty small home so it’s not uncommon for them to yell when they’re asking a question instead of just getting up

And if they can’t hear each other they’ll just call the other person

One time Ambrosius was yelling asking them what wanted for dinner and was interrupted by Nimona calling him 

He answered the phone and all they said was “What’d you say I couldn't hear you” he didn’t even question it he just kept talking 

Nimona brings dead animals home 

I have this small headcanon that the first time she shifted into her human form was when she met Gloreth 

So before that she was living mostly as different animals and she kind of learned their ways and those ways stuck with her 

So there is a small part of her that sees Bal and Ambrosius as incompetent hunters (can you blame her)

The boys always thank her for her doing a good job and then they wait for her to leave the room before they freak out because MY GOD SHE BROUGHT A FUCKING DEAD RAT IN THE DAMN HOUSE 

There have also been times when she’s brought live animals inside the house the trio spent half an hour trying to get a traumatized bird out of their living room 

I just know for a fact that Bal has a crazy amount of brain damage 

This man has used his head as a weapon and has been hit on the head more times than I can count 

So I feel like he has a really hard time remembering the little details he gets really bad migraines and headaches pretty frequently his eyesight is absolute shit and he has to wear contacts or glasses and he gets really bad vertigo if he doesn’t take care of himself 

This worries the shit out of Ambrosius and Nimona but there isn't much they can do except deal with the symptoms when they show up

So I was thinking about the fact that as far as we know Nimona never told Bal about what went down with Gloreth

But I know that the boys would try and heal the damage that Gloreths legacy left behind  

And in the middle of everything Bal turned to Ambrosius and said “I just wish that fucking eyesore was gone” 

He didn’t have to ask what he meant he knew it was the statue 

So Ambrosius got to work trying to get it torn down 

A lot of people including some distant relatives that he hasn’t heard from in years tried to argue that it was an important monument and that her story touched a lot of people 

To which Ambrosius responded with “I’m her direct descendant if anyone gets to choose what happens to that statue it should be me” 

It was a couple of months into Nimona’s return when the demolition was approved 

The boys had asked him a while after he came back if it was something he wanted 

And all he said was “As long as I get to help” 

It was super therapeutic for both Nimona and Ambrosius 

Like don’t get me wrong the damage she did to Nimona is still there 

And Ambrosius will always have a complicated relationship with his lineage 

But tearing down the “fucking eyesore” heals something inside them

It was supposed to be a month-long process but Nimona and Ambrosius kept going and it was completely gone after two weeks

When all was said and done they collapsed on the couch and went through just about every single emotion you can go through

A little bonus I made my mama watch Nimona with me and here are some of my favorite comments: Mind you when I first put the movie on this woman was acting like I was pulling teeth

“I like the queen she seems nice” (and then she freaked out when she died)

“So they’re nice to him 'cause he’s gold I would just steal the armor what does he have without that?” “Money Mama” “Ah”

“Why are they so mean to him he’s just a baby?” (talking about Bal)

“She’s just like you especially with those freaky eyes” (when Nimona met Bal)

“Oh, so she’s the rhino…. Makes sense”

“Awe she’s cute I can't hate her” (about Nimona again)

“Oh wait she isn’t cute that’s freaky” (when Nimona was the demon baby)

“That’s like you and your sister” (Bal and Nimona interrogating the squire)

“Hey, mama is arm chopping a love language?” “I’m worried that you would even ask me that”

“Oh he’s got issues huh?” (after Ambrosius’ internal freak out)

“Can he die a little quieter… and faster” (after the Director stabbed “Ambrosius”)

“Oh fuck that little blond girl”

We had to pause the movie right before Nimona started her rampage because we were getting tired and I woke up to her in front of the tv with it pulled up on Netflix and she turned to me and said “Can we finish it already?”

“If she sacrificed herself I will never forgive you”

“Do you watch anything with straight people?” “Mama you literally ship them” “That's not an answer” (this is right after Bal and Ambrosius kissed)

“Is there a next part?..... so when’s the next one coming out?” 

Once the movie was over I told her some people thought Ambrosius and Bal were related and she looked me dead in the eyes and said

“You’re joking. No you have no be kidding… He literally said it in the movie!” “Said what Mama?” “oh I love him so much and I lost him whatever will I do” 

And then she kept making fun of Ambrosius for the next three minutes

I asked her who her favorite was and she said Nimona I go “aweee you love me” she looks me dead in my eyes and says “don’t make it awkward”

#nimona 2023 #Nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #I love my mama so much #this woman is so judgy #watching the movie with her was hilarious #she bullies Ambrosius the whole time so I know she loves him

[bitciziad]

greasy oiled up bbg || blood CW!

more under the cut!

omfg genuinely this is so embarrassing it completely slipped my mind to add a content warning or another version without blood yall please ignore me LMFAOOO this is what i mean by i’m new to tumblr so expect more clueless moments like this next time AHAHHA

(TYSM @/lewditydegreeblog for adding that one tag in your reblog, i knew i was missing something but i got that gold fish brain)

okay we’re back- the bloody clothes have no context whatsoever i just thought it looked cool cuz i love apocalyptic vibes and i’ll admit, kylar 100% is prepared for it. like a roach. you can’t get rid of him and neither will zombies or aliens or viruses. he has a million hunting knives, pockets galore, literally makes chemical weapons. he better learn to stitch his pants back together though.

ANYWAY BACK WITH MORE KYLARRR, thank y’all sm for the reactions to my last post on him!! i appreciate it a lot holy shit y’all are great and the tags ?? love y’all LMFAO so here’s more as a thanks <3

i got a funny idea for that papa roach thing btw i’ll probably post it later if i can actually do anatomy but yknow that dramatic cliche pose of someone on their knees ripping open their jacket ?? yeah

he’s so cute love u kylar when you’re not trying to stalk ppl (i avoided him for like three months in game time after the halloween event cuz my pc went with whitney IMSORRY)

also you cannot convince me otherwise that the local alley cats don’t absolutely DESPISE his ass, especially in the residential district, those stray alley cats beat kylar’s ass like it’s ON SIGHT any time he tries jumping the gate to and from the orphanage. they got a mark out for him, can smell his garlic ass a mile away. he scrambles, the cats are bailey’s unemployed thugs atp, doing that bastard a favor. idk how to draw cats

ironically except for whitney probably like no wonder why that idiot just hangs out in the alleyways 24/7. doesn’t even love cats he’s just that type of fucker that animals like but who’s he to complain if the random town cats also have a weird funny vendetta against kylar. love you whitney muah, and yes the whitney addition is 100% inspired by one of truthful_lier’s headcanons for whitney on Ao3!! animal magnet tbh i see the vision and i AGREE.

tbh besides the fact it’s just funny as fuck for random alley cats to hiss at kylar and chase him away or scratch him (would be just another reason why he always has scratches on his hands and face too), animals sensing the paranormal or something probably has something to do with it.

like even the animals probably think he’s a garlic smelling weirdo with some “off” vibe that just REEKS of supernatural remnants (his parents ofc) that makes the hair on the back of your neck prickle cuz it’s just an uncomfortable, foreboding feeling that’s just off.

jkjk he’s just getting punked by stray cats for no reason whatsoever. he gets bullied at school and now by the local stray litter shitters just for the hell of it. no context no reason it’s just on sight.

also here’s close ups cuz idk if tumblr ruins quality or not but yeah here’s this sopping wet cat of a guy. ALSO HEAR ME OUT PLEASE- the eye shaped gauges ??? you see where i’m going with this right RIGHT

also pls ignore it if you see me edit the tags they were off center and it bothered me LMFAOO but anyway my interpretation is 100% inspired by yall <3 i love this greasy little rat mf cant believe a p0rn game cured my artblock but idc i love it

#degrees of lewdity #dol fanart #dol kylar #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar the loner #dol!hc #-> kinda it’s just funny #binge!myart

[athanza]

Starlett - Part 2

Cooper Howard/fem!OC (not self-insert)

Tags: Hurt/comfort (sort of?), non-allowed romantic connection, lots of tention, pre and post war drama, some Cooper dad fluff because why not ♡

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse and (no graphic scenes or descriptions of that nature), angst, canon wasteland violence

This branches out from canon but I thought it was a cute story idea so I had to write it. Enjoy! ♡

Part 1 | Part 3 | Final part

2296

The harsh sun was setting now which meant he needed to find somewhere to settle in for the night. The rickety second floor of one of these buildings would be the best option so he'd have a good vantage point if something were to happen.

As he searched for the right building he began to hear muffled screaming coming from further in the crumbled town. At first, he couldn't give a rat's ass, but he needed to know if it was a big enough threat for him to keep moving.

It didn't take long for gunshots to begin ringing out through the ruins, but they were only from 3 separate guns...then 2...then 1.

As he reached the area where the shots were coming from, the sounds of a pissed off Yao Guai became apparent, and there was one singular person left to fight it off but she looked like she was badly injured.

"You son of a bitch!!" She yelled when her gun jammed and the wounded beast readied itself for another charge.

As it lunged at her one more time a shotgun shell slammed into the side of it's head and it went down, a pink mist left in the air for a moment as the rest of it's brains splattered to the ground.

The woman turned to where the shot came from to see Cooper walking casually towards her, unable to see his face very well in the dark. She pointed her now un-jammed rifle at him just in case.

"Those things'll kill ya." He quipped.

"Yeah, no shit." She replied, wincing at the pain from a gash on her side.

He cocked his head a little. Her voice sounded familiar.

"Why don't you put down that gun so I can cut myself some bear hide and be on my way?"

She scoffed. "So you can shoot me in the face and steal all my shit? No thanks cowboy."

That was it, the confirmation he didn't think he'd get.

"Irene?" He said.

The woman paused briefly, then aimed her gun properly. "How do you know my name?"

He stepped a little closer so that the light from the lantern on the ground could illuminate his face.

It took her a moment but she recognised his eyes and immediately lowered her weapon.

"Cooper?"

2077

A scream woke Cooper up in the middle of the night and he instinctively got up and ran to his daughter's room.

"Daddy!" Janey cried when she saw him.

He came over and hugged her tightly. "Hey, hey, it's ok, it was just a dream, you're ok."

She cried into him for a moment before spluttering "Why don't you and mommy love each other anymore?"

That caught him off guard. He had no idea what to say and it hurt so much hearing her say that.

"It's not that we don't love each other honey, it's just..." He tried desperately to search for the right words. "Well...your mom and I just disagree on somethin' really important and we tried to figure it out but it was too hard."

"What did you disagree on?"

"Well...that's grown up stuff baby girl."

She sulked quietly, putting her head back on his chest.

"We still love you very very much, that hasn't changed at all."

"Is it my fault?" She asked and his heart broke.

"No baby girl, no, not at all. None of this is your fault."

"I know I haven't been doing my homework, and I don't always feed Roosevelt when I'm told and-"

He cut her off, kneeling beside the bed so he could look her in the eyes. "Janey," he held her hands. "None of this is your fault. Your mother and I loved you since the day we found out we were gonna have you. And when you were born, we looked at you and we just cried and cried.

I have never been prouder or happier than I was in that moment. And you know what? That hasn't changed a bit, not even a little."

Janey smiled, her face still wet with leftover tears.

"Really?" She sniffed.

"Yes." Cooper chuckled, scooping her up and hugging her again and she giggled. "Now, how about a hot chocolate, with double marshmallows?"

She smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

She hugged him as he carried her downstairs. "I love you daddy." She said.

His chest burst with warmth and happiness and he smiled. "I love you too sweetheart."

The next morning, Janey was watching cartoons on the TV while eating her breakfast and Cooper sipped greatfully at his cup of hot coffee, having not gotten much sleep.

He smiled as he heard his daughter giggle at the TV, her mouth full of cereal, and sat down at the dining table with his newspaper.

But just as he sat down the loud ringing from the telephone rang out through the kitchen and he sighed heavily.

"I'll get it!" Janey yelled and ran over, hoping it was her mother. Her face dropped when it wasn't her mother's voice she heard on the other end of the line. "Yeah he's here, I'll put him on."

Cooper looked up at her tone and she held the receiver out to him. "It's for you dad."

He walked over and took it, kissing her on the head before she went back to her cartoons.

"Hello?" He said.

"Mr. Howard, it's Irene. I'm sorry to call you at home but I need your help."

Her voice told him it was serious. "What's wrong?"

"You were right. About Frank. I know we barely know each other but I need somewhere to stay for the night before I go to my mother's up in Sacramento. Lee...Lee doesn't know."

"I uh..."

"...no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you." She said.

"No, no, it's ok. I'll make up the guest room for you."

He could hear a faint sigh of relief in her answer. "Thank you, so much, I owe you one."

He gave her his address and they hung up.

"Who was that dad?" Asked Janey.

"A friend from work. She needs a place to stay tonight so she's gonna stay in the guest bedroom. You'd like her."

She kind of shrugged in an uninterested way and took another bite of her cereal, her attention back on the TV.

He hoped no one sees Irene at his house, that's the last thing he needs in the papers, especially now.

Part 1 | Part 3

#cooper howard #the ghoul #janey howard #fallout #fallout tv #fallout tv show #fallout tv series #fallout amazon #fallout prime #fallout amazon prime #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul x reader #cooper x janey fluff #cooper howard x fem reader #the ghoul x fem reader #fallout fic #fallout fanfic #cooper howard x oc #the ghoul x oc #cooper howard fic #the ghoul fic #cooper howard fanfic #the ghoul fanfic #fan fiction #fanfiction

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Shut Up and Drive (Chapter 7)

Roy Kent x F1 Driver!Reader

5.2k words

Warnings: Language, Roy being kind of a dom, unprotected sex, kind of cum play, fingering, some overstimulation, lots affection and fluff

@agentstarkid more brain rot and alllllll the fluff!

A/N: Going to be taking a week off from this story to do some planning! Excited for the next few chapters! 😘

Series Masterlist

After roughly wiping down your thighs, mumbling something about them getting ruined again anyways, Roy’s dark eyes trailed up your sweat-covered body as he bent down to pick your panties off the floor. Keeping your gaze, he stuffed the drenched lace into his pocket and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“You got your room key?” he asked huskily. Your muted nod had him smirking at you. “Then let’s go.”

He quickly tugged down your dress to cover your bare cunt, briefly letting his fingers ghost over your entrance, chuckling at your soft gasp. Keeping his arm around you, Roy swiftly moved the chair back where it belonged and guided you through the door.

Before you stepped fully into the hallway, you looked up at him, eyes wide and wild. “Could I borrow your jacket?” you hissed.

“Why?”

“M’back’s probably full of fucking hickeys,” you reminded him pointedly.

Roy’s normally soft brown eyes were nearly black. “What, you don’t want anyone seeing my teeth marks on you?” His grip dug into your hip harshly as his mouth found your ear. “Oh no, Empress. I want everyone to see what you’ve been up to.” His eyes trailed down your figure for a moment. “Although, you may want to walk quickly. Unless you want something to start leaking out of you- then everyone will know all the things you let me do to you.”

Shit. Should you really be this turned on by how… mean Roy was being? By the devilish way he looked at you? By the deep, gruff growl he spoke with? By the way his hand was very publicly just above your ass, as if you were his possession?

Whether or not you should be turned on… well, you definitely fucking were.

When you gave a little wobble in your heels, Roy tightened his grip with a dark laugh. “Look at you,” he tutted, his own stride strong, confident, steady. “Like fucking Bambi over here, can’t even fucking walk, poor thing. Better get you in bed.” But the hungry look on his face told him you wouldn’t be resting once you got there.

As you focused on trying to remember how to walk on your wobbly legs, Roy scanned the lobby. With the early morning hour and the party still raging behind you, it was fairly empty, most people paying no mind to the football legend and F1 star, both flushed and disheveled, making their way to the lifts that led up to the lavish bedrooms.

Really, only one person noticed.

Isaac McAdoo’s eyes widened when he saw the two of you. Yeah, the guys had teased Roy about his obvious little crush on you. And Jamie clearly thought it went beyond just the crush and was fully convinced that there was a romance starting. But, shit, he didn’t expect to actually see Roy with his arm around you, making a beeline for the elevators.

Roy froze for a fraction of a second when he noticed his captain, a stop so brief you didn’t even notice. He gave Isaac a steely nod across the lobby, assuring his player that yes, his eyes were working correctly- and that he’d better keep his mouth shut.

With raised eyebrows, Isaac nodded back. Shit, good for Roy, he thought. The man deserved some fun. And Isaac sure as hell wasn’t about to rat him out.

Refocusing on his mission, Roy steered you to the lift, practically punching the button and chewing on his bottom lip as the elevator made its way down. Once the doors opened, Roy quickly tugged you inside. You immediately pressed your floor number and turned to Roy, whose mouth was on your neck the moment the doors closed again.        

“Remember what you said that night we met?” he hummed against your skin. “Your mother being horrified about you having a man in your room?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, hands exploring Roy’s back, your tight grip keeping you upright.

He left you a new bite mark. “What I’m about to do to you would probably fucking kill both our mums,” he teased, pulling back when he heard the ding of the elevator. “Lead the way.”

With Roy’s hand now grabbing your ass, you walked as fast as your weak legs could carry you, both excited and apprehensive about what Roy had planned for you. Whatever it was, you knew it would leave you even weaker in the knees. And it would probably be something you’d think about while alone in bed.

Your fingers fumbled with your cardkey a little at the door, prompting Roy to grab the card out of your hand and press it to the reader himself.

“You poor thing,” he cooed as he opened the door. “Am I making you nervous, darling?”

As you stepped into your room, you found your boldness again. “Oh, I’m sorry, are you trying to make me nervous, Kent?” you teased, tugging him by the belt loop to follow you inside.

His thick eyebrows flew up. “Are we being rude again, Empress?” He locked the deadbolt on your door pointedly. “Do we need a reminder about our fucking manners?”

Yeah, your dress was probably ruined at this point; you were soaking wet for him. “I think we do,” you hummed, your voice thick and mischievous.

“In that case…” He pushed you towards the bed, his hands flying to his trousers. “You better take that dress off. And I want to see you ready on all fours.”

How did he manage to make his voice sound deeper than usual? “Yes, Coach,” you purred, turning your back to him. Knowing that he had those dark eyes trained on you, you slowly unzipped your dress and let it fall into a puddle on the floor, quickly unhooking your bra and adding it to the pile. After stepping out of your heels- and finding that you were still having trouble standing even without them- you quickly got on the bed, lifting your ass to give Roy the view he wanted.

“Fucking hell,” he rasped, the sound of his approaching footsteps enough to have you clenching around nothing. “That for me?” His hands were warm on your ass as he gripped tightly, kneading the flesh roughly. “Or is this for some pretty boy?”

You arched your back, melting under his touch. “For you,” you breathed, closing your eyes. “All for you, Roy Kent.”

He shivered at the sound of his name dripping from your lips like honey, the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

The mattress dipped as he joined you on the bed, settling behind you. One hand slithered up your back, gently tracing one of the purple marks he’d given you. “Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured. “All mine.” You whimpered when you felt his tip brush your sensitive entrance. “Tell me,” he ordered softly. “Tell me how much you want this cock.”

You squirmed towards him, desperate to feel him inside you again. “Need you,” you gapsed. “Need you so fucking bad, Roy.” You turned your head to look over your shoulder at him. “Only you.”

His soft grunt was heavenly as he sank into you, watching the way you rocked back to meet him. The long, low moan that poured out of your mouth had him twitching inside you and reaching up to grab a fistful of your hair. His gentle tug had a smile curling on your lips; fuck, you liked this side of Roy, all mean and possessive and needy. It had you feeling wanted in a way you’d never experienced, in a way you didn’t want to let go of.

As if he could read your mind, Roy pulled out and rammed back into you roughly, jolting your entire body. “Don’t want you to be able to walk tomorrow,” he growled, giving a harsher tug to your hair. “Want you to spend the whole day in bed, thinking about me.” He slammed into you over and over, a rough, desperate rhythm that had your legs already shaking. “You looked so fucking good tonight,” he grunted. “Who’d you look so fucking pretty for? Hmm? Another driver? That pretty prick? Someone else?”

“For you,” you panted, fingers gripping the sheets. “Just for you.”

Roy’s chuckle was empty and dark. “That why you were hiding from me? And hanging all over him?” As if to show you his hurt and frustration, he gave a particularly rough thrust that had your face buried into a plump pillow.

You tilted your head to the side and blew some stray hair out of your face. “Dunno,” you huffed. Another moan escaped your lips as he pounded your aching cunt over and over, making it hard to think clearly, let alone actually answer Roy’s question. “’m sorry.”

His movements paused, leaving you whining as your pussy clenched around him. “Prove it,” he taunted. “Prove you’re fucking sorry.” The confused whimper you gave had him smirking at you. “Fuck yourself on my cock, pretty girl.”

It was kind of pathetic how quickly you did as he demanded. But sure enough, you braced yourself against the mattress and rutted back into him, choking back a sob as you felt his cock hit that perfect spot deep inside you.

“Again,” came his gruff command.

Arms shaking, you repeated the movement. And again. And again. Your body was exhausted as you thrust against him, feeling his hips slam against your bare ass. He let go of your hair and settled both hands on your hips with a bruising grip, gritting his teeth.

“Make yourself come,” he hissed, his fingers digging into your skin. “Be a good girl and make that gorgeous cunt come for me.” His smirk returned.

Desperate to please him and feel those familiar waves of pleasure, you quickened your pace, panting and whimpering as you sloppily fucked Roy, not caring about looking pretty for him; not that he minded. With the beads of sweat that trailed down your neck and the way your eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you chased your high, you were sinfully beautiful to Roy.

Fuck, a man could fall in love with this view.

“Roy,” you sobbed, feeling like you were going to fall apart. “’m gonna- ‘m gonna-”

“Come for me, baby.”

He took over for you, driving his cock deep inside you, his chest warming with pride as he felt you tighten around his cock. Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing and clenching, as if nothing else could ever satisfy you; and fuck, maybe that was true. Your cunt was overwhelmed from the third orgasm Roy took from you, spasming with pleasure as your limbs lost all feeling. As your vision went white, your arms gave out beneath you; only Roy’s firm grip kept you from completely collapsing onto the mattress. He watched carefully as your body went limp under his touch. Satisfied that you were coming down from your high, he tenderly pulled out of you, still hard and throbbing.

The side of your face was still pressed to the pillow as you gazed at his cock, practically drooling at the sight. “Roy?” you croaked out, eager for him to follow you into post-orgasm bliss.

With a wicked glint in his eye, he gently turned you onto your back, tutting sympathetically at your wince. “Remember what I said on the phone?” he hummed, leaning down to grope your breast with one hand as he stroked his rigid length with the other. “Wanna see you all covered up.”

Your body went scorching hot as you wriggled with anticipation; this was definitely an image you’d conjured up more than a few times since Roy had mentioned the idea. And after tonight, seeing how painfully jealous he’d gotten, your bruised cunt continued to throb at the idea of Roy making you his in such a dirty way.

He licked his lips as he watched your squirming figure, already filled with his release, three orgasms leaving you a disheveled, glistening mess. There you were, the Empress. The woman who’d long occupied many of his fantasies and had been filling most of his thoughts since Silverstone. Earlier tonight, you had another man’s hands on you, and before that, you were standing on a podium, covered in champagne, adoring fans screaming your name. And now there you were, gazing up at him with tired, lust-filled eyes, practically begging him to cover you with his release.

How could the most miserable man in the world get so fucking lucky?

“Want me to come for you?” he grunted, feeling so dirty as he stroked himself, his whole body trembling. “All over those pretty, pretty tits?”

Your desperate nod had him twitching in his hand. “All over me,” you purred, back arching. “Because I’m yours.”

Fuck.

Roy felt like his whole body was filled with electricity as he pumped his cock, shooting his release onto your breasts, his mouth open wide in awe as he watched his stickiness mix with your sweat. His eyes widened as he watched you, completely fucked out and in something of a daze, lift your head and stick out your tongue- a pathetic attempt to lick up the mess he’d made on you.

Jaw slacking, he bent over you and used two fingers to scoop up some of his cum, not bothering to hold back his groan when you greedily devoured what he offered you, swirling his fingertips with your tongue as you licked his digits clean.

“You…” He shook his head, cupping your cheek with his clean hand. “You are so fucking perfect,” he chuckled, all darkness gone from those soft brown eyes. He gazed down your spent body, gulping when he realized the absolute mess he’d made of you. “Let me…” He cleared his throat. “Fuck, let me clean you up, gorgeous.” He pressed a tiny kiss to your forehead and climbed off the bed, pausing only to grab his discarded boxers off the floor as he walked to the bathroom.

With a soft sigh, you gazed up at the ceiling, thinking about how jealous Roy had gotten, how possessive he was. How hurt he’d looked when you found him in the hallway. A man doesn’t get that way over just some hookup, you thought.

He returned with a damp washcloth, sitting down on the bed without a word. Tenderly, gently, he wiped down your body, cleaning your chest and between your legs. When he finished, he leaned down and kissed your lips softly.

“Bathroom?”

When you nodded, he swiftly lifted you, wincing a little when his knee cracked, and carried you to the restroom.

“Roy,” you giggled, “you don’t have to-”

He kissed your mouth again, a little deeper now. “Hush. Fucking let me take care of you.”

After you finished in the restroom, Roy picked you up again, laying you gently on the bed. The smile he offered you was the absolute softest, most adoring smile you’d ever seen in your life.

“As much as I love this body of yours, let’s get some fucking clothes on you, yeah?”

Suddenly, you had energy again, scrambling to sit up. “Oh, let me grab-”

A firm hand pushed you back down. “I said let me take care of you.” With a teasing smirk, Roy stood up and crossed over to the dresser. “Your stuff in here? Or have you been living out of your fucking suitcase all weekend?”

Feeling bashful for the first time all night, you bit your lip. “Second drawer,” you huffed.

Shooting you a quizzical look at the sight of your sudden timidness, Roy opened the drawer and pulled out a fresh pair of underwear. He cocked his head as something familiar caught his attention. “Oi, is this…” He turned around with raised eyebrows, holding up a black t-shirt. “Is this mine?”

“Maybe,” you mumbled, averting your gaze and suddenly feeling… exposed.

Roy felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest as he returned to bed. “And why do you have my shirt?” he hummed as he slipped your panties over your ankles. “Why’d you bring that thing all the way to fucking Belgium?” His eyes sparkled mischievously as he tugged up your underwear, following the material with a sprinkling of light kisses up your legs.

You weren’t sure if your squirming was from embarrassment or the kisses on your sensitive skin. “Just… dunno.” You gave a little huff. “Smells like you,” you murmured.

“Smells like me,” Roy repeated. He pressed the tiniest of kisses to your pussy before pulling your panties over it. “You like the way I smell, then?”

Despite your embarrassment, you smiled at him. “Maybe,” you hummed. You sat up, reaching for said t-shirt.

He paused, thoughtfulness crossing his bearded face. “Lemme see your back.” He winced when you leaned forward, showing off the smattering of purple marks and bites he’d left. “Shit.” Popping his lips, he stood up and went to the bathroom, emerging with another washcloth. “Right, turn over then.”

With a small squeak, you flipped onto your belly, realizing how fucking sore you were. Roy gently pressed the washcloth to your back, his face heated with embarrassment as he took in the evidence of his behavior. Not exactly what he’d had in mind when he’d agreed to come to Belgium.

“’m sorry,” he finally breathed as he continued to nurse your back. “I… your back…” He cleared his throat. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you chuckled. “Honestly, it’s fine.”

He sighed and laid a small kiss on a particularly dark hickey. “If there… if you… if you didn’t like that, I will never act like that again.” His voice was rushed, thick with awkwardness. “Don’t fucking know what came over me.”

You tilted your head to look at his furiously blushing face. “Roy,” you said firmly, the corners of your mouth lifting. “I actually enjoyed myself. Hopefully the three orgasms I had are evidence enough of that, hmm? As for what came over you…” You turned back over and sat up, taking one of Roy’s hands in yours. “I think you were suffering from green eyes, hmm?”

Roy grunted as he tossed the washcloth onto the nightstand. “Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, an embarrassed grin crossing his face as he picked up the black t-shirt. “Arms.” You lifted your arms, allowing Roy to tug the shirt over your head, covering your body comfortably. “Under the covers, you.”

Rolling your eyes at his avoidant behavior, you scrambled under the blankets, thrilled to see him join you; without any prompting, Roy Kent was spending the night. He wrapped an arm around you carefully, tugging you close.

“Roy?”

“Yeah?”

You shifted so you were facing him, hooking one still-weak leg over his hip. “You don’t need to be jealous, you know that?” You pressed a kiss to his furry chest, right over his heart. “You never need to be jealous. Not… not when it comes to me.”

He paused for a moment, not quite looking at you. “I just… didn’t like seeing his hands on you,” he whispered, stroking your waist. “Especially after you didn’t invite me to come here.”

“That’s fair,” you agreed. “I’m sorry.”

“Why didn’t you want me here?” His voice was full of that same hurt you’d seen in the hallway.

You pressed your body close to his, tilting your head so you were finally looking each other in the eye. “I…” You took a deep breath. “Things are just… different. This isn’t… this isn’t just sex for me anymore, Roy.”

It felt like the longest ten seconds in the world before Roy opened his mouth again. “I… don’t think it’s ever been just sex for me.”

For once, you didn’t bother hiding your smile from him. Instead, you pressed your lips to his, probably the softest you’d kissed him since you’d met. His hand snaked up your back, gripping you softly, careful not to press those purple marks he’d left you. When he finally broke the kiss, Roy was smiling so broadly you thought his face would break.

“You better get some rest,” he breathed, pecking your nose. “Some horrible bastard was pretty mean to you tonight.”

With a smirk, you settled in his arms, tiredness overcoming your exhausted body. “Yeah. But he’s pretty hot, so I’d let him do it again.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he growled playfully, snuggling close as you finally closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

~

Roy’s sleepy smile was the first thing you saw when you woke up. He was sitting up already, one arm wrapped around you as you rested on his stomach.

“Morning,” came his gruff, gentle voice as his free hand stroked your cheek. “Sleep well?”

You nodded, stretching. “Always sleep well after… you know.” A small groan escaped your swollen lips as you realized how heavy your entire body was, how it felt like it could melt through the mattress and onto the floor. With an involuntary grimace, you genuinely wondered how the fuck you were supposed to walk.

Of course, Roy noticed. “Alright there?”

“Tired,” you mumbled, bringing up one of your heavy arms to wrap around his middle. “Had a bit of a rough night,” you teased.

A kiss landed on the top of your head. “Which you took very well,” Roy murmured, in that thick, syrupy voice he’d mocked you with last night. Already, it had your sore pussy throbbing with excitement. As if he could tell, his hand slid down your back until it rested firmly on your ass. “You were such a good girl.”

The sound of your breath hitching and the sight of your furious blush spurred him on. Without warning, Roy pulled you up until you were sitting between his thick thighs, your back pressed against his bare chest. Instinctively, you leaned into him, craning your neck to grant him access, which he thanked you for with a sloppy kiss to your collarbone.

“Want me to take care of you?” he breathed as he used one hand to pry your sore thighs open. “Want me to make you feel good?” The whimper that spilled from your lips was all he needed to encourage him to tug your panties to the side and let two fingers explore your already wet cunt. “Oh, darling,” he cooed. “She’s still soaked.”

“Roy,” you gasped as his fingers began to spread your lips, smearing your wetness over yourself. “Don’t think I can-”

His tongue traced a heart on your neck. “Shh, I know baby,” he whispered. “Just let me make you feel good, yeah?” He kissed your temple as his middle finger inched into you. “Let me spoil you.”

For the second time in less than twelve hours, Roy Kent buried his finger inside your wetness, groaning softly as you tightened around him. Your hands gripped his thighs, needing something to anchor you to reality as you melted into pleasure. Your thighs trembled as he slowly pumped into your aching cunt, shaky breaths and soft moans letting Roy know he was doing his job.

His strokes were slow and deliberate, just like the deep kisses he pressed to your neck. He cherished every detail about you: your beautiful little whimpers, the way you pressed yourself against him, the squelching sound from under the covers. After a particularly desperate moan, Roy added a second finger, smirking at the way your body trembled against his. Fuck, he could do this all day. All week. Hell, for the rest of his life.

“You did so well last night,” he hummed, dragging his fingers against your fluttering walls. “So fucking good for me, you know that, beautiful?” An open-mouthed kiss found your neck. “You were perfect, my perfect girl.”

Your eyes fluttered as you squirmed against him. “Roy,” was all you could manage, your strangled voice letting him know you were approaching your climax.

“And all mine,” he continued as his thumb rubbed your clit gently; he chucked when your entire body jerked. “You like being all mine, gorgeous?”

“Yours,” you answered, more a whine than a moan as you began to roll your hips into his hand.

His free arm wrapped around your middle, stilling you. “Uh-uh, Empress.” He kissed your cheek, his beard tickling your skin. “Allow me.”

With that, he thrust his fingers deeper into you, not stopping until his digits completely disappeared into your cunt. He repeated the move, over and over, fucking you gently as the pad of his thumb continued pressing into your clit. When he felt you desperately clench around his fingers, he finally quickened his pace, giving you exactly what your body wanted.

“Think you could come for me one more time, baby?” His voice was practically begging as his grip around your tummy tensed. “Think you’ve got one more for me?”

Your eyes rolled back, and you were pretty sure there was a little drool in the corner of your mouth. It felt like you were going to shatter into a million pieces as Roy expertly dragged over your clit and slid his tongue over your skin. With one perfect little bit of pressure to your bundle of nerves, Roy had you falling apart in his arms, a beautiful, whimpering little mess on his lap. When you tilted your face to his, he captured your mouth in a kiss, swallowing your pretty noises as he pumped in and out of your aching cunt.

When your moans turned to soft gasps, Roy eased his fingers out of you, laughing lovingly at your disappointed whine. As his hand emerged from under the covers, you slumped against his body and expectantly opened your mouth.

“Oh no,” Roy chuckled. “This is all mine, baby.” With that, he brought his fingers to his mouth, a deep moan vibrating against you as he sucked his digits clean. “Fuck, you are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.” He kissed your mouth harshly, a kiss full of joy and affection. “Think I could taste you forever.”

He let you lay on top of him, listening as your breaths became steady again. You weren’t sure how much time passed, but eventually the two of you found yourselves laying down, your head on Roy’s chest, his hand in your hair. It was peaceful, just as natural as any rough, semi-public fling you’d shared. As you listened to his heartbeat, you found yourself speaking without thinking.

“I’ve got a month off,” you hummed. “Think I could meet you at a few away games?”

He wondered if you could hear his heart skip a beat. “Come to as many matches as you want. Home, away, all of ’em. Hell, come stay in Richmond the whole fucking month. I’d fucking love that.”

“Yeah?” You brought yourself up, laying your chin on his chest. “Don’t think you’d get sick of me, Kent?”

“Could never get sick of you,” he assured you, poking your nose affectionately. “Honestly. If you’re interested, you should come hang out in Richmond. We’d have fun, I think.” His eyes searched yours. “If you want.”

Your bright smile had his chest tightening with joy. “Yeah. We’d have fun.” You pressed a kiss to his chest. “Guess I’m spending my break in Richmond.” You reached for the nightstand. “Hand me my phone? Gonna go ahead and book my hotel.”

Roy squirmed beneath you, a complete change from the confidence he’d shown earlier in the morning. “Actually… what would you say to staying with me?”

“Staying with you,” you echoed, wondering if he could feel the heat that covered your body. You thought a moment; that little voice of doubt that seemed to always come around when Roy was on your mind screamed at you to stop, to ask him to leave, to end it here and now before things went too far and you found yourself shattered again.

But another voice was begging you to let this man, with his brown eyes and growling voice, adore you the way he wanted to.

“I mean,” Roy continued, glancing away. “We’re probably going to end up in bed together every other night, anyway. Saves us the back and forth. And I’ve got a guest room if you get sick of my fuckign snoring.”

His sudden shyness had you making your decision.

“I’d love to.” You reached up and traced his lips with your finger. “Although, ending up in bed together every other night? You’re underestimating us, Kent.”

The joyful laugh that flew out of his mouth was interrupted by the sound of his phone vibrating next to yours on the nightstand. “Hold that thought.” He picked it up and glanced at it, immediately throwing his head back with a groan. “Fucking hell,” he sighed. “Gotta get ready to meet the guys.” He studied your face for a moment. “Don’t suppose you’d want to come with us? You’ve already got a suitcase.”

That earnest look on his face had you feeling like an entire zoo was living in your stomach.

“As much as I’d love to travel with you and Jamie and Sam and Isaac,” you teased, “I’d like more than just a few days’ worth of clothes. And besides-” You pulled your face to Roy’s, tapping his nose with yours. “-I’ve got a drawer full of lingerie back in Monaco. Don’t you think I’ll need some of those things in Richmond?”

His eyes widened for a fraction of a moment. “Yeah, you should definitely go home and pack whatever you need,” he agreed in a half-joking voice. “I’m a patient man, I’ll see you in Richmond.”

You kissed his lips happily. “See you in Richmond.”

~

It took some effort on both of your parts to finally say goodbye, promising to see each other soon. Roy felt like he was walking on air as he eventually made his way down to the lobby with his duffel bag. What a difference one night could make; he’d woken up Sunday morning feeling more miserable than usual, and this morning he was fighting a grin every time he pictured your pretty face.

It didn’t take a genius to notice, so he shouldn’t have been surprised by Jamie Tartt’s smug expression.

“Where’d you end up last night, Roy?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows. “You never came back to the party.”

He shrugged, doing his best to keep a straight face. “Fucking went to bed.”

Jamie winked at him. “And whose bed would that be?”

Sam clapped his hand on Jamie’s shoulder. “Oh, leave him alone.” His eyes sparkled mischievously. “Roy’s not the kind of guy to kiss and tell.”

Before Roy could tell his players to fuck off, Isaac approached, sunglasses on his nose and backpack on his shoulder. As Jamie and Sam turned to begin walking out of the hotel, Isaac looked at Roy over the top of his sunglasses, eyebrows raised slightly. Roy offered him a smirk and shrug, bobbing his head. With the smallest of grins, Isaac held up his fist, which Roy tapped with his own, cementing an unspoken understanding between the two men.

As Roy stepped out of the hotel, listening to his players chatter about how much fun they had, his phone vibrated. He swiftly pulled it out, shoulders softening when he read the four little words on his screen:

See you in Richmond ❤️

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Maybe We'll Be Happy

Summary: You're a private in the Imperial Army - less than a private, really - and you're stationed on the same place as Crosshair. You start off as strangers, and then grow to more. But when you hear that the Clones are being decommissioned, you decide that something has to change.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!reader

Word Count: 985

Warnings: The Imperial Army Sucks

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I started writing this on my phone, and it was supposed to be a short little thing, but it got longer, so I'm sorry.

When the Republic Fell and the Empire rose, you were a recent enlistee in the GAR. So low ranking that the only people who knew your name were the ones directly responsible for you.

And when the GAR became the Imperial Army, nothing changed. You still had to do drills and PT and attend lessons to learn your career. 

But the Imperial Army was nothing like the GAR. Promotions were no longer based on merit so much as how much ass kissing you were willing to do.

And so you, an honest person whose sense of honor would have worked well in the GAR, get passed over time and time and time again.

At this point, you're barely a private. If there was a rank lower than private then that's the one you would have. You're stuck with the most thankless jobs, and get minimal pay.

And you hate it. You hate the Imperial Army. You hate your commanding officers. You hate the Emperor.

On the other hand, your low rank and the fact that you're generally unimportant to the Imperial Army as a whole, means that no one notices when you slack off.

And it was while you were slacking off that you met Crosshair.

Tall and slender and with very pretty silver hair, you honestly didn't peg him for a clone until he turned to look at you. 

That first time you met, he didn't say anything to you. But he also didn't rat you out to your CO when he came looking for you, so you mentally slotted him in the “friend” pile in your brain and carried on.

After that day you saw him everytime you slacked off. Sometimes he would just look at you with a raised brow, and other times he would ignore you. And though you didn't know his name, you enjoyed his quiet.

Quiet meant that no one was scolding you for not doing your job…or not sucking up as some old guy who thinks he's important.

And then, one day, he started talking to you. It surprised you so much that you nearly fell over, but you eagerly latched on to the offer of friendship, though that's probably not what he intended at the time.

And, as time went on, and you learned more about him, the more you liked him. And you think he liked you just as much, after all he never pushed you away when you leaned against him or traced the plates of his armor.

And then, late one evening, when you were skipping your late night shift, he kissed you. It was hard and rough and needy…and it was exactly what you both needed.

That was three months ago, and the last three months have been a dream come true for you. Every day you get an hour or more just to be with Crosshair, and sure most of the time the chats devolve into heated make-out sessions, but you're totally fine with it. You even instigate it sometimes.

But as of now, you're concerned.

No, you're afraid. For Crosshair.

You've heard the rumors, about how Clones are being experimented on, or just killed, to make room for the Imperial Stormtroopers, and you're terrified.

You don't want Crosshair to die. Or disappear.

So here you are, late one evening, pacing in your normal hidey-hole, trying to come up with a way to convince Crosshair to run away with you.

So far you're not having any luck.

“Kitten? What's wrong?” You jump when you hear his voice coming from the otherside of the room, and while you try to smile reassuringly, your smile just drops.

Concern flickers across his face, “Did someone hurt you? I saw you were playing nice with Admiral whatshisface.” Crosshair continues as he walks over to you and sets his hands on your shoulders.

“I'm fine. I mean, he said some pretty nasty things to me about ways I could get promoted,” You make a face at the memory, “but he didn't touch me.”

Crosshair scowls, able to guess what kind of things the Admiral said to you, but he drops it, “So what's wrong?”

Nervously, you twist the hem of your dark gray uniform. “Cross-”

His grip tightens, “Talk to me, Kitten. What’s wrong?”

“They’re decommissioning all of the Clones.” You say quickly, and Crosshair falters, “And you-”

A muscle works in his jaw, “I suppose I knew this was going to happen eventually.” His grip is so tight that it’s almost painful, “So what’s this then, you saying goodbye?”

“No!” You yelp, “No. I…I was trying to think of a way to save you-” You admit.

His grip loosens slightly, and he gently rubs your shoulder as a silent apology, “Okay, so what have you come up with?”

“Uh…steal an escape pod and hope we don’t get shot out of the sky?”

“That’s a terrible idea, kitten.”

“I know, I know. I’m just…panicking a little.”

Crosshair pauses, “Wait, we?”

“Well, yes. I thought I’d go with you…unless you’d rather I didn’t?” You ask, your eyes wide.

“I’m not going to say no,” Crosshair replies, as he gently caresses your cheek, “It’s a hard life you’re signing up for, Kitten. We’ll be running for the rest of our lives.”

“If you’re trying to talk me out of it, it’s not going to work.” You say stubbornly.

He chuckles, and kisses you quickly, “You love me so much it makes you stupid.” There’s no heat in his words though, just soft affection.

“I know,”

Crosshair presses his forehead against yours, his dark gaze locked with yours, “I think I have an idea.” He murmurs, “Can you get to the hanger?”

You nod.

“Good.” He kisses you one more time, “Get to the hanger, and wait for me there.”

“Cross-”

“It’s going to be okay, Kitten. Nothing is going to happen.” And you can’t help but to believe him.

#star wars #tbb #tbb crosshair x reader #crosshair x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic

[onestopfanficshop]

dating carmy berzatto

warnings: language

author’s note: literally just a mish-mash of random headcanons + little phrases i think this man would say/do ; if my feeble brain allows i’ll make a part 2 🤷🏾‍♀️

"honey, that knife is really fuckin' sharp. be careful, yeah?"

never even considered or cared about quitting smoking until he met you. after your first date he went to his local bodega and started buying packs of nicotine patches and gum

"shit. are we outta onions?"

so we all know that carmy would usually hate it when people bug him while he's in the zone and he's cooking, right? okay but picture this. you're over at his place. he's making pasta sauce and he just looks so peaceful and before you even know what you're doing you walk over and wrap your arms from behind him and you kinda just rest your head against him. he's taken aback at first. yes you two started dating but... physical touch? he kinda tenses up a little.

"is this okay?' you ask cautiously.

a beat. "yeah... it's great," he says with a little smile, turning back to look at you. now he can't cook at home without you hugging him :,)

you once tried to convince him to let you sit on his head and tug on his hair while he was cooking

"like the rat in ratatouille!" you had said excitedly. he looked lost. "you know... the movie? ratatouille? isn't that... like... required reading for chefs?"

apparently he had never even seen it which made you shed a tear for his childhood

of course you had made him watch it with you that very night. he mumbled something about health codes and about how anton ego's assholery reminded him of his old boss but he thought the movie was pretty cute. a rat that could cook? he would have to remember to text richie later that he had found a biopic that was based on his life story

"soooo?" you said expectantly when the credits started rolling. again, he looked lost. "will you let me be the rat?" you say with feigned seriousness.

"absolutely not."

he drinks his coffee black. when i say black i mean black black. only occasionally does he get it with two sugars if he really feels like it. when he tried that shaken oatmilk espresso brown sugar or something (he could never remember the name) that you always get from starbucks, the sweetness of it had him shocked

"honey, this is like... 5% coffee and 95% milk ಠ_ಠ"

you two have made it a tradition where you'll go over to his place and dust off one of his dozens of cookbooks, flip to a random page, and make what's on it. sometimes it comes out absolutely awful, but you've found some real gems, too. you two's favorite ravioli recipe had come from a weathered cookbook that was at the bottom of one of his piles

farmers market dates are a given

he likes to knock on coconuts to see if they’re “ready” (michael taught him this)

on the rare occasion he drinks, he goes for white wine. the drier, the better.

i know i said he's not big into physical touch, but i'd like to think that if he drank enough of that aforementioned wine, he would become super touchy. drunk carmy (and sleepy carmy) just would not be able to keeps his hands off you (and it's kinda hot)

“does this need more salt, hon?”

i feel like this man either has a shit ton of aprons at home or he has only one that he has used to absolute death; no in between

his favorite candy is any flavor salt water taffy (except banana) or super dark chocolate (i’m talking 70% cacao content or more) with carmel inside

i feel like his receiving love language would be words of affirmation. he loves being assured, even if he doesn't quite believe you. he's a sucker for a good old-fashioned "i'm proud of you". in terms of giving, his love language is definitely acts of service. you have some dry cleaning ready? no problem he'll pick it up for you on the way back from work. you have a stomachache? don't worry, his mom has a recipe for that and he'll whip it right up for you. had a bad day at work? he's already on his way to get you your favorite thai food, even if it's out of his way. this man lives to please you :,)

#carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto blurb #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto headcanon #carmen berzatto headcanon #onestopfanficshop

[cultofdixon]

A Force of Nature [Pt. 2]

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her to They/Them Pronouns • The cards have been dealt and Daryl wasn’t leaving his kid’s side any time soon. • ANGST/SFW • TWD makes my brain hurt with ages • TW: Torture / Severe Injuries / Character Deaths / Scars / Nightmares / Insecurities / PTSD / Anxiety Attacks / Self Harm Implied / Coming Out

PREV

Daryl was hesitant entering Hilltop after everything that he went through in the sanctuary. His anxiety ate him alive the entire time hearing Y/N screaming off the top of her lungs when he was being taken away.

But the second he stepped through the doors and Maggie came running out to meet him half way. Both held onto each other in the moment even if one was worried about the other as the other felt they were at fault for what happened at the line up.

Yet…there was something more important than those worries.

“DADDY!” The seven year old screamed off the top of her lungs a word Daryl never thought he’d hear.

When she first came into his life and every moment since then, he thought he was messing it all up. But the way Daryl just collapsed seeing Y/N run at him at full speed launching herself into his arms. He knew they were bonded and he wasn’t going to let go any time soon.

“I missed you…d-don’t leave” Y/N sobbed into his shirt feeling him tighten his grip on her.

“You’re stuck with me. I ain’t going anywhere”

“I love you daddy”

Daryl couldn’t help it anymore and continued to break down hearing that as Y/N tried to squeeze him back telling him “it’s ok”.

“I love yea too kid”

________

He’s never addressed. Unless Y/N desperately needed him.

And this was one of those moments.

Y/N found out pretty quickly that Henry disappeared and so were a few others when the festival was progressing at the Kingdom. So they locked up Dog in one of the buildings so he wouldn’t follow them as they set off for track the missing people down.

Little did they know, that one of the Whisperers wanted revenge on a certain Dixon…and them finding the group of hostages…only made it easier for him.

“We found a spy!” One of the Whisperers announced causing the group of hostages to grow anxious until Y/N got pulled into view and the fear returned at an all time high. “Followed one of us out here. What do you want us to do with it?”

“Let me the fuck go! Let them g—-“ Y/N stopped talking when Alpha was interrupted by Beta who towered the teen watching them struggle a bit more before freezing when he suddenly grabbed them by the shirt lifting them off the ground.

Henry struggled against the restraints watching this unfold as he thought rushing the situation wouldn’t get him knocked back down, but that’s what happened. One of the Whisperers knocked him onto his stomach as he lifted his head watching Beta forcefully slam Y/N onto the ground enough for their head to receive enough of the force to knock them unconscious.

“I’ve got the rat”

“Well alright then…” Alpha laughs a bit to the display as Beta drags them out by their collar. “Keep’em alive, I know exactly who that is. But do what you will…we’ve got them” she turns back to Henry and the others giving a devilish smile as she pulls out her machete.

•

Where’s Y/N? Connie thought as she explores around the festival in hopes that she runs into the teen. But instead as she opens the door to one of the main living quarter buildings, an anxious Dog burst out and started sprinting. Without a second thought, she started to follow the Mal to wherever he was going.

Kelly was talking to Earl when she noticed her sister chasing after Daryl’s dog and that clicked to her that something was wrong. She quickly caught up with her sister and her tapping for her attention was ignored as the two were lead to a secret way outside the walls of the Kingdom by Dog and Connie took a second to sign.

Something could be wrong. I’m following until I know for sure She signs and quickly turns back to the Dog trying to catch up to avoid losing track of what he was tracking. Kelly didn’t wait another second to join her sister on this mission.

•

I want my dad…

I want my dad…

Where’s my dad…

Y/N’s sobbing echoed throughout the forest surrounding them, no one coming and no worry of a Walker. But the Whisperer towering above them was the main issue that they tried to take on.

Yet strike after strike…did nothing.

“I wish she gave me permission to end your life right now. Have him endure that sorrow” the lowness of Beta’s voice made them shake in fear as they tried to rise again, only for him to kick them back down. His boot landing a perfect shot in their ribs made them wheeze immedieatly after. “But destroying every part of you, ripping away the child he knows and loves…will just do”

He was just protecting us…me…Lydia…but was it worth it? Was this worth i—- Y/N stopped thinking when he grabbed at their collar once again lifting them to where they dangled.

Instead of reaching for his own, he took one of their throwing knives and started with cutting their left cheek watching their tears pour when he did such. Then a more devilish thought came to mind…

“I’ll ruin what makes you, you.”

•

What the group did next, was remove the heads off the spikes…take them out of their misery…and return to the Kingdom. Ruining the remaining moments of the festival and tell the perspective families about the loss.

All Michonne and Daryl wanted in that moment, was to hug their kids. But once Daryl left Carol with Ezekiel and Jerry to go find his kid, no one’s heard where they’ve might’ve gone to and when he questioned further. Dog is missing. Connie and Kelly are missing.

And with everything that just happened. He thought the worse and screamed at everyone who gave him no answer when it was obvious that the fear radiating from him and everyone around him that they were struggling to absorb what just happened. And Daryl needed to go out again and find them. Find all of them.

I-I can’t lose them. I can’t lost my kid.

“We’ll find them, Daryl. We’ll go back out you and—-“

“Me” Carol interrupts Michonne as her and Daryl gave the grieving mother a confused look.

“Nah. You just lost somebody.”

“You should be grieving with Ezekiel and talking about preparations…you can’t—“

“Shut UP! Henry may have been my kid. The joy I n-needed after all the darkness” her voice cracked saying such as the tears build up. “But Y/N matters so much to me…and I’m done losing”

________

Y/N sat outside of the Sanctuary kicking her feet enjoying the feeling of her new gloves that was gifted to her by Maggie. She didn’t like being there and part of her hated Rick for making Daryl take lead of the place. But she enjoyed Carol visiting because it meant getting some of her cookies and a new cassette tape she found just for Y/N.

Their relationship was important to her, especially when it came to something like this.

“Hey kiddo, it’s cold out here! You should be inside…mainly prevent Daryl from hitting somebody” Carol jokes sitting beside Y/N at the loading dock of the Sanctuary.

“He just hits Ex-saviors nowadays” She kept her voice at a low whisper as Carol couldn’t help the worry look and the motherly touch she had while pushing her hair behind her ear out of her face.

“What’s wrong hun?”

“You Uhm. Ever felt different? From everybody else…” Y/N pouts looking at Carol who gave her a warm smile and a nod.

“Yeah, this new world was definitely involved with those feelings. But I think there’s more to it”

Y/N felt anxious as she took a deep breath before relaxing when Carol brought her arm around her shoulders.

“I don’t think…I associate with being a girl”

“Do you think you…are more of a boy?”

“No…I don’t think so. More of…it?” Y/N questions if that sounded right as the small laugh to escape Carol made them blush out of embarrassment but that was eased instantly with

“You are Y/N. Not either side. Just you” Carol smiles kissing their temple as she kept them close. “So, they/them works best for you?”

“Can…can you help me tell my dad?” She felt the same thing Daryl does when she hears that. She just knows how happy Daryl gets hearing himself be called that, and she knows how much he loves his kid.

This will be easy, and they’ll be loved unconditionally.

________

Daddy…

Where’s…my dad…

The tightening feeling in their left cheek grew more and more painful as they tried to feel what was happening. But they couldn’t move their arms. Couldn’t feel their legs. All they felt was pain and struggled to think of anything else but that…and where was he?…

When growling was heard, Y/N knew they had to move and with little strength they had…they lifted themselves up only to realize the pain in their mouth grew worse like the rest of their body but they couldn’t speak. Something wasn’t right. So when the Walker drew closer to their frozen state, they reached for their knives feeling that they were gone and went to touch their face in annoyance. Only to feel the familiar metal sticking out of their cheek.

The whisperer stabbed me… Y/N groans upon touching it and only screamed when ripping the knife out in the worse way possible before using the rest of their strength to knock the Walker off it’s feet. Collapsing to the ground along with themselves trying to return into the fetal position because the pain grew worse and the blood poured from their mouth. The taste of metal is getting worse they crawled and stabbed the walker in the skull collapsing again laying beside the dead creature.

Y/N flipped onto their back struggling to breathe knowing their body is bruised and some of their ribs must be broken. They stared up at the fading sky through the trees trying to get their mind straight and build up enough strength to get up.

But they laid there through what felt like hours, and it must’ve been, given the stars started to shine down on them. Thankful it was only one walker…but the pain was fading and the tiredness grew…the fear that the tear in their cheek leading to their lips continued bleeding which could draw more than just walkers but wildlife to pick at their body.

“Is this the you’re in a pickle situation?”

Y/N turned toward the voice finding their five year old self sitting right beside them.

“Yea…y-yea mean the…end of the line?”

“No, like. Stuck but mama is gonna come and get us”

“M…Mama never loved us” They coughed up a bit more blood as their younger self quickly approached their side resting her tiny hands on their cheek. “She…she g-gave…u-used us…a-as bait”

“Not that mama…other mama. Mama is gonna come and find us…fix us…save us” She frowns laying beside themselves curling up close. “She’s gonna get daddy and come save us. She must’ve seen us gone…s…she lost enough, so did daddy. They’ll find us”

Y/N couldn’t help the tired laugh to escape them knowing exactly what they are talking about and the tears flooded their vision.

“I failed them…I couldn’t…couldn’t save him…” They exhaled resting their hands on their stomach feeling the coldness fade. “She’ll hate me forever…I failed her…”

“You did the best you could…this isn’t the old world…not anymore”

The sobbing faded, the pain subsided, and they couldn’t stay awake much longer.

All that was puffs of air pushing against their face and rapid movement in the ground. Then the sudden rise from their resting place and the occasional jostle in whoever’s arms it was that carried them.

I…I want to go home

Let me go home…

I want my dad

•

Right as Daryl, Michonne, and Carol met at the gates after getting everything they needed to handle any whisperer or threat to them while finding Y/N. The gates open and the image was clear.

Connie came sprinting with a frightened Kelly right beside her and Dog keeping up with them. As Y/N laid unconscious in Connie’s embrace.

“No…No no no!” Daryl yells off the top of his lungs sprinting toward them with Michonne following and Carol quickly getting the Kingdom’s first aid.

“Dog got out and Connie was following him and I was following her. We didn’t have good feelings and h-he found them. L-Like this” Kelly frowns feeling the tears fall along with her sister who hasn’t stopped sobbing since they found Y/N.

Daryl couldn’t keep it together. He broke down in tears lifting Y/N’s head seeing what that monster did and the fear kicked him down making him check their pulse which made them all fall quiet.

“I-It’s still there w-w…we gotta—-“

“Everything’s ready inside let’s go!” Carol yells, leading to Daryl suddenly taking Y/N into his arms which they least expected for anything to come out of their unconscious self.

But when the pain returned, so did they.

Stop. STOP Y/N suddenly screamed in pain remembering their ribs and moving from one to another after a resting period brought back the excruciating feeling coursing through their body.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry I’m sorry” Daryl kept repeating the entire time he handled Y/N and the entire time others treated their injuries.

As much as Siddiq had his own injuries, he cared about Y/N and wasn’t going to let them slip through the cracks so once he was patched up since they’ve arrived back the first time. He went straight to work on the major wound on their face knowing his stitch work would scar and they’d have to live with that forever.

“This…this was revenge…or something close to it. This wasn’t just because we kept Lydia with us. There was more to it” Michonne frowns helping Daryl keep Y/N still enough for Siddiq to work as Daryl kept quiet while he thought of the many different ways to destroy the Whisperers.

“Beta fucking touched my kid. He’s going to pay for that” Daryl frowns moving out of Siddiq’s way when he finished the stitches and went to get the any type of heavy duty bandage they’ve got. Only for him to notice they’re awake and the tears streamed down their face. “Hey…hey you’re safe now…I-I promise”

“…he stepped on me…held me up by my hair threatening to cut off my head…made me watch my best friend get on a pike…” They kept their voice at a low whisper knowing Carol and Ezekiel were in the room watching them get treated. “…he stabbed me with my own knives and left the last one…in my face…where I couldn’t build the strength to take it out safely…when a walker was drawing close…” they continued but the exhaustion got the best of them once more. “Please don’t leave me dad…”

Daryl choked on his tears hearing that last part as he kept close to them resting his hand gently on their stomach letting the rise and fall of their body reassure him that they were still breathing. But reassure them as well that he wasn’t moving from his spot.

“I ain’t leavin’. I’m right here”

It’s been months since the massacre, and Y/N’s accident. They still haven’t talked about it to Daryl, Carol, or anybody. Hell nobody can talk about the massacre, especially those who’ve lost somebody. But part of Daryl wanted to know what happened to his kid, what that monster did to them.

“You’ve gotta eat something”

“Are you projecting cuz Y/N won’t eat?” Lydia frowns at the plate set in front of her by Daryl.

“Just eat…” Daryl sighs. “We’ll be leavin’ soon” he states going to check on his kid.

Carol carefully adjusted the beanie on their head as they kept fixing the gaiter mask to cover their left cheek. She frowns knowing why they are covering up half their face and it wasn’t because of the cold weather do to the storm approaching.

“Hey”

“Hey, we’re ready whenever everybody else is” Carol gave a half smile in the archer’s direction before putting the scarf she made for Y/N around them as Daryl couldn’t help but notice how tense they got when she did such. “Go make sure you’ve got everything while I talk to your dad a sec” and with that Y/N left in a quick manner into one of the buildings as Daryl couldn’t help the worry pouring out of him.

“What am I supposed to do?”

“About what? They’re not ready to talk about it…”

“Yea think…they’re ever gonna be?” Daryl frowns as Carol hesitantly hugged her best friend expecting him to pull away but he returned the gesture. He really needed it.

The group sets off to Hilltop where the Kingdom folk will have a fresh start and plenty of more feelings floating around. The obvious ones Carol has toward Lydia as it took Daryl reminding her that Henry wanted her to be with them. And when they reached the Sanctuary for some time to recuperate before setting off once again, Carol couldn’t keep it to herself anymore.

“I feel like I’m starting to lose myself again…” Carol says in a low whisper after talking about how losing Henry returned a lot of dormant feelings.

“If…” Daryl sighs. “If it makes it easier, I’ll take my kid and Lydia protect’em on my own” but his tone made it obvious that he didn’t want to leave after being separated from everyone for so long. Especially when his kid was also with him. Another moment in time he doesn’t entirely understood how they felt during it.

But when the group had to make the risk by going through Alpha’s territory, that’s when the unsettling feeling returned to a few. Y/N especially when they took a second to look through the group realizing that Lydia was missing and took it upon themselves to go find them. Even if it meant fearing what unwanted territory could hold for them.

Lydia found herself crouched down to the level of a frozen walker in the snow as she reaches toward its begging bites.

It’s all my fault…it’s all my faul—- Lydia was literally pulled out of her thoughts as she falls back into the snow lifting her head to find the Dixon kid crushing the walker’s head repeatedly. “Y/N what are you…” she frowns watching them finally relax as their hands started to shake from anger before turning toward the girl making her flinch.

Y/N was instantly shot with regret as they gripped their scarf for a moment before holding their hands out for Lydia. She took them hesitantly letting them pull her up. But they were dodging the question.

“What are you doing here?” Lydia asks as Y/N hasn’t let go of one of her hands pulling her back into the direction of the group. “Y/N please…”

Y/N kept going. Tightening their grip when Lydia would try to pull away but when she pulled once again. This time crying out—

“What are you doing here?!” Lydia snaps making Y/N let go of her hand as they turn to look at them with the blank expressionless look on their face that wasn’t covered. Letting Lydia take the floor to explain to them why she strayed away. “Y/N please…why did you follow me out here? Why you? After everything my mother did to you and Carol and Ezekiel…everybody. Why are you trying to bring me back after everything they’ve done?”

“You’re not them” Y/N frowns pulling the gaiter mask down to talk more clearly but Lydia got a good look at the scar that Beta left and what they did in their weaken state. “I can’t…I don’t want you to die” they broke down in front of her as she felt herself reach that point as well. “Henry saw the good in you that came from all the shit that life dealt you…I get that entirely. And I ain’t letting you go and ain’t letting anybody mess with you”

“You don’t have to…you really don’t”

“I want to…” Y/N extended their hand as Lydia took it carefully watching them put their mask back on before leading the way back.

And with that, Carol kept her distance from the two as she followed the second Y/N disappeared as well. She didn’t want Daryl to leave with them because of what happened to her boy, but it was going to take time to steer away the blame.

When the group made it to hilltop and Daryl found the two sticking together feeling a bit relieved that Y/N didn’t hate Lydia or blamed her. But he knew they blamed themselves for it. Y/N caught his attention and separated from Lydia for a moment, running at full speed to Daryl who crushed them in his embrace. He sighs holding them close resting his chin on top of their head.

“Feeling alright?”

“Can we go home?”

“Mhm. We’re leavin’ in a minute. Then we’ll be home”

“Can Lydia stay with us?” Y/N looks up at him watching him nod before hugging him tightly once again. “I…I wanna talk about it. But I’m still not ready”

“I’ll be there when you are” Daryl reassures rubbing circles on their back keeping them close for a little while longer before the Alexandria group headed back home.

After returning home and the small meaningful moment of a snowball fight, Daryl watches Y/N get everything set up for both Lydia and Carol to stay in their place as Carol sat at the table with a cup of tea made by the man himself.

“Think you’ll be warm enough tonight?”

“Why?”

“Cuz Dog is gonna stick with Y/N.”

“Dog likes them more”

“I remember visiting the two of you at night and you’d be awake keeping an eye out while Dog curled up by Y/N” Carol smiles warmly for the first time in a while. “He’s like a therapy dog”

Daryl chuckles sitting across from Carol remembering the countless times Dog wouldn’t leave to check the snares with him because Y/N was still asleep. He was glued to their side just like he was glued to his when they first met.

“Maybe he’ll help their nightmares…gotta apologize in advance for how bad they’re gonna get”

“They’ve got a village. They’ll be fine again…we’ll all be”

Daryl couldn’t help the smile to break out for the moment upon hearing that.

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #PLATONIC #I also like. set this up for another part? if it does ok then I will. or idk maybe I’ll just will in general #daryl dixon fanfiction

[frankcastlescumslut]

Shut up and Kiss Me

pairing: frank castle x female! reader

warnings: angst, language, hurt/comfort, fluff, protective frank hehe, is this considered angst?lol

synopsis: Frank immediately knows something has gone wrong. he’s shoved into facing his biggest fear- losing you. maybe he realizes that you two have more in common than you let on.

reblogs/likes/comments are heavily welcomed!!!! do NOT steal or repost my work!!! that’s mean!!!

a/n: hi hello!! this is my first fic in 7+ years, and my first Frank Castle one!! I got a little carried away thinking abt how protective he would be and couldn’t help myself. there’s also a NSFW part 2!! just let me figure out how to work tumblr again lol

-also sorry abt the weird spacing? not sure how to fix that :-)

The wall shook as Frank closed the door with the back of his boot. “Hey sweetheart!” he called out, his voice booming through the small apartment. The plastic grocery bags were dropped carefully as he made sure to deadlock the door, and that’s when it hit him. Something was wrong- it was quiet. He held his breath immediately at the absence of your usual humming and sweet greeting. The thrumming of his heart beat flooded his senses as he immediately grabbed the base of his gun. His eyes shot to your usual lounging spots- the right corner of the couch, the blankets underneath the windowsill, the dining table littered with your mail- all missing your presence. “This can’t be happening again” rang in his head like a chant, but he forced himself to push those thoughts to the back of his mind. He had to- for you. The hallway was eerily quiet as he stalked through the corridor towards your shared room.

The door was left ajar, leaving only a sliver of light in Frank’s viewpoint. He held his breath while his trained ears listened for something, anything, to let him know you were alive. Silence. He said a silent prayer to whatever god he could think of and pushed himself into the room with his gun drawn.

Frank’s eyes flew to behind the door, the gun instantly following. He backed slowly towards the middle of the room, his back facing the bed. Completing a 360 degree scan of the small room, his body instantly froze as his eyes locked on the figure hidden under the covers. You weren’t one to sleep completely under the covers. Hell, you barely used them unless Frank was off doing God knows what for who knows how long. What the hell is going on?

Sucking in a deep breath, afraid of what he would find, Frank gently pulled back a corner of the covers to reveal a mass of matted hair. His eyes slammed shut and his hands met his knees as he bent over and let out a shaky exhale. His entire body instantly relaxed and he could feel his chest nearly cave in from the relief. He recognized that rat’s nest anywhere. Holstering his gun, he straightened and peeled back the covers to reveal your sleeping face, his eyes softening and lips upturning immediately. It’s like he’s seeing you for the first time all over again. “Love at first sight, or something like that”, as he would remind you at any chance he had. It was love at first sight for you, too, and you would never deny it.

Frank stood there for a few seconds before realizing you were holding onto something he had only seen a few times before. Oh fuck. Oh fuck! You were nuzzled against your childhood stuffed animal. His eyes went wide as he realized that something was seriously wrong. That thing hadn’t seen the light of day since… well, since then. And even then, it only made rare guest appearances when his absence was too much to bare and you weren’t even sure he was alive. Something was seriously wrong.

Pacing the room with his hands behind his head, Frank replayed his entire day. Every word you said, every pause in between sentences, every laugh at one of his stupid jokes, nothing. He checked the time and date on his watch desperately racking his brain for anything significant. Anniversary is next month, date night is tomorrow, your mom’s birthday is in 4 months, your work schedule hasn’t changed, nothing. Absolutely nothing. He pulled at his growing hair wishing he could read your mind, but whatever it was, he was going to make it better. He had to.

The cool air hit your face first and your eyes automatically squeezed shut to adjust to the incoming light and cool temperature. You could feel the coolness tickle your face, then neck, then upper arms and you jumped, eyes fluttering open and scanning the room. Your hands scrambled to grab the covers and your legs flailed as your feet desperately pushed you into a sitting position. “Hey hey hey! It’s just me! Take it easy! It’s just me.” the familiar voice instantly grounded you. Frank’s hand caught your knee as he held one hand out in front of him to brace for a hit that would never come. You met his eye and softened instantly. Frank felt relief as he saw your figure relaxed into his hold and- what the hell was that?

As quickly as you processed who was sitting next to you, your gaze turned cold. Your body stiffened. Your jaw slightly clenched. And you grabbed (snatched) the blankets from him and rolled on your side- your back facing him. You hoped a nap would have brought you back to your senses, but seeing his face, his sweet, perfect face, only pissed you off more. But it wasn’t your fault, how could he have done that? you thought. Your stare could burn holes into the wall if you tried hard enough. You knew Frank was nearly pissing his pants afraid, and you almost smiled. Good. Serves him right.

And you were right, like most times. Frank had forgotten how to breathe. He has never seen you look so… scary? before. The absolute disdain in your stare, directed towards HIM….. man. “The fuck did I do this time?” he muttered to himself. His hands hovered above you, afraid to touch you. Afraid to say the wrong thing. Afraid this was your way of leaving him. “Y/N…” he all but whispered. Waiting for a response that wouldn’t come, he tried again. “Sweetheart… I can see you’re upset.” He swallows his fear. A hand is gently placed on your hip and you scoot away from it. A sigh leaves his throat and you almost feel happy. almost.

“Honey. I want to help. Whatever it is, whoever it is. I want to make it better. Let me make it better.” You feel his hand return to your hip, his forehead dropping to meet it. Maybe you were overreacting…. maybe he didn’t mean it. You close your eyes gently and wait. “I can’t help if you don’t talk to me.”

“You left me.” His eyes jolt open and he lifts his head immediately. Left you? Left you where? You can tell that he has no idea what you were talking about, and so you decided to be the bigger person. Taking a deep breath in, you willed yourself to turn to the other side, but not yet brave enough to look him in the eye. “You left me here. Alone.” you mumbled into the pillow, only now realizing how pathetic you actually sound. Frank’s eyebrows practically melted together and he tried to control his face, but he was still in the dark here. “Sweetheart, I had to go to the grocery store. We have nothing to eat here and I gotta keep my girl fed, you know that.” he chuckled, braving a slight smile as his hand pushed the hair from your face. You weren’t budging. “I’m sorry baby. I didn’t think you would want to go with me. You looked too damn cozy on that couch earlier, I just didn’t want to bug you, that’s all. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

God. Even when you thought you were mad, how could you be? Frank has only ever moved the world for you and then some. You should have known he wouldn’t have hurt you intentionally. But… it still hurt

Surrendering to the fact that you may have jumped the gun, you sighed and sat up, finally meeting his worried stare. “You just… you didn’t even ask me if I wanted to go.” You instantly looked into your lap at the confession, wanting to fold yourself in half. “You just…. you didn’t ask. That’s all.” You couldn’t look at him, not when you were basically laying your fear of abandonment at his feet. It was quiet for a few heartbeats. “Y/N.” Your chin was being lifted against your will to face the man who

holds your heart. “I’m sorry. I love you so much. I don’t want to- I won’t make you feel like this again. Swear it.” He crosses his chest. God damnit you can’t even be sad anymore. “I love you too. I’m sorry I kinda overreacted.” you rolled your eyes and grumbled, trying to hide your smirk quickly. Frank catches it, of course, and the tension in the air dissipates instantly.

“Yeah yeah, just shut up and kiss me” was the last thing you heard before your eyes flutter closed and your face is squished between two large hands and a toothy kiss.

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woohoo!!!! I feel accomplished having uploaded this. I’m gonna be embarrassed if this flops but oh well!!

pt 2!!!

#frank castle x reader #frank castle x female reader #frank castle fluff #frank castle angst #frank castle x y/n #frank castle fanfiction #the punisher fanfiction #the punisher #marvel #mcu x reader #frank castle hurt/comfort #smut #frank castle smut #frankcastlescumslut #jon bernthal

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

So, after reading this post I noticed that the water motif always seems to pop up in Chuuya's character. The tank from SB, the ocean, him almost drowning, etc. WHAT IF, JUST TO PISS OFF ME SPECIFICALLY, DAZAI FUCKING DROWNED CHUUYA TO TRIGGER CRAZY PTSD FROM THE TUBE TO SNAP HIM OUT OF THE VAMPIRE THING. NOW, I KNOW THAT THIS IS PROBABLY NOT WHAT HAPPENED BUT. WHAT IF. IT WAS. WHAT BETTER WAY TO REMIND HIM OF HIS OWN AUTONOMY THAN TO MAKE HIM REMEMBER WHEN HE WAS HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS ABOUT WHETHER HE'S A HUMAN BEING OR A FUCKING LAB-MADE CLONE. SEEMS LIKE A DAZAI THING TO DO.

Also, water=ocean=fish=mackerel=Dazai. Dazai is the water to Chuuya's fire. Like how he can "douse" Chuuya when his flames get a little too out of control, aka corruption. (Ouhghghghghghhg character foils and parallels.) Wait, since Fyodor is a greasy rat wouldn't he be like oil to Dazai's water?? Constantly at odds and literally impossible to combine??? Sus. Him using Chuuya, who's like fire. Using him to make him "stronger"????? Idk. Do with this what you will.

"WHAT IF, JUST TO PISS OFF ME SPECIFICALLY" <- Do you have ANY IDEA how hard I laughed at this?

Hello again, by the way.

Oh! That's @carrotkicks's Code 01 Stormbringer art! It's so good, huh? The tags on it got to me too.

I had been thinking along similar lines to you when I first read Chapter 101. See, I think I may have mentioned before, but that chapter was actually the first one I read when it came out - up until that point I had been frantically trying to catch up on everything I had missed. I think I had just finished Stormbringer maybe two days before? And then that happened. Yeah. :') (<- face of pain)

So, Stormbringer was still fresh in my memory when I read it and I instantly went "why would you drown him Asagiri??? why the hell would you do that to him?" And then I came to a similar conclusion. The last time Chuuya was entirely submerged was the lab tank, and that memory is distant, vague and associated with the violence of Corruption. So, that's what I seriously thought might happen, especially since Stormbringer all but confirmed Chuuya has PTSD, and trauma tends to activate fight or flight. Even more so because there was no way Dazai would just go "welp see ya Chuuya nice knowing you". Yeah, I really thought he was intentionally trying to piss him off (though I think the water trap was set in advance, before he knew Chuuya would be there).

I went online to see what people were saying and everyone was upset, and I was like "yeah! me too!" but then people were talking about how mad they were at Dazai for killing Chuuya and I was so confused because well. This is why I was upset.

Look at their faces! Both of them! They are both miserable.

Anyways, while I don't think the water was intentional on Dazai's part, I do think that whole "sorry there weren't any" with the big fake smile was done to make Chuuya angry enough to fight back and regain control. I'm pretty sure he's in control of himself now, but I'm not 100% certain how - Was it the water? Was it the words? Had it just finally been long enough for him to snap out of it himself? Had he secretly been in control the whole time (doubt it but don't want to rule out the possibility)? Guess we'll find out. Eventually.

Also WATER-OIL-FIRE galaxy brain! Nice nice nice! Water being our introduction to Dazai, the way it flows and can erode rock and soil, change the course of things. Oil being used to lubricate machinery, and power engines, so that every cog runs smoothly in Fyodor's plans. Wildfire that rages and burns and can go out of control but is also warm and protective for those in the night - the duality of Chuuya. Also with the idea of oil adding fuel to flames - I had just commented on how it seems likely Fyodor has something up his sleeve on the off-chance Chuuya shakes off the brainwashing; could be information on singularities, or skk's bond, or even Chuuya himself. It may even be part of the plan, honestly - he's seen how these two work before. For him to make the "mistake" of gloating to Dazai that he doesn't know how to "use" Chuuya's ability concerns me.

Hm. I will chew on this. Tasty.

#thanks for the ask! #i'll be honest while i thought chapter 105.5 was one of THE funniest bsd chapters purely because of how petty fyodor was #i am still a bit annoyed that the solution was just 'the door was jammed in advance' especially since unlike most of the other twists #there was literally no indication of that from the art. you can't even backtrack and see it coming. #are there no prison cameras. on the DOOR??? why would they be focused on the wall??? hello? #the jammed door should've showed up on the monitors at the control panel. though i suppose the vampire guard disabled it. #sigh. whatever. it was still funny at least. #bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd fyodor #bsd chapter 101 #storyrambles

[floating--goblin]

Oh now I have too. Sister Imperator thoughts? I want to hear them all.

My time has come

Obviously, she is not a good person. We can all agree on that.

HOWEVER

Firstly I just love the way she's written. It would've been very easy to make her a purely "Thatcher-esque" sort of figure (in Toblerone's own words), but she's got a surprising amount of depth

The one sequence I keep rotating in my brain at full speed is in Kiss The Go-Goat because it packs so much character in like 2 minutes, right? She's watching Nihil and she looks proud, almost triumphant. Secure in the relationship. The way she holds her hand over her stomach also tells us she knew at that point that she was pregnant, and she was happy about it; and she attacks the smoking woman probably because she didn't want to risk exposing her child to that

And this was the 60s/70s, tobacco was still pretty popular/not widely condemned yet-- especially in the kind of circles she must've been running in thanks to the band. So she was being really careful

I think she was a very protective mother, we see that in the present too with how she dotes on Copia even after he's grown. And I think she might've been a little smothering, but not outright controlling or manipulative; she and Copia have a cordial relationship which I think is a result of them never being able to "officially" be a family, not because their relationship was toxic. It's just strained because fundamentally, they're strangers to one another.

But the love is there.

That's the most painful part about her story, in my opinion-- it's just full of loves never realized. You can see how attached she is to Copia, and it's clear from the way she interacts with Nihil that they never let go of one another

Hell, by the time they got together, Nihil had to have had his first three sons already, and I doubt Sister didn't know about them. It didn't put her off because they really did have a spark, Nihil just ruined it.

On that note, imagine what it would've been like had they stayed together. Would she have cared for the brothers? Would they have been a family? Makes me insane to think about

Also on that note, I'm truly fascinated by that one scene in the Summoning where Terzo shows up and Sister looks actually afraid. And this woman's done... a lot in her life, judging by her position in the Ministry and how casually she's able to have three men executed.

So I think Terzo was a little more aware of her than his brothers, I think he saw through her the way no one else did and I think that might've also played a part in the way he ended up

Because Terzo specifically being decapitated has always been an odd choice to me, but it looks like an intentional decision-- sort of making an example to him, or taking his head as a trophy like a hunter would

I actually think that's exactly why she went to that extreme, too; sure, they might've been "failures" as Papas, but they didn't need to get killed and stuffed and paraded around. No, it was all meant to send a message-- directed at Nihil specifically. Because, while he might not have been the most dedicated father, he does seem a bit affected by the execution; so maybe, somewhere deep down, he was attached to his sons

And if that were the case, then no one would know it better than Sister. She knows this man inside and out and knew where to strike. Sure, it might not have been something so severe he never recovered from it, but I think it still got the message across. Eye for an eye or something, y'know? If Copia never got to be a part of the family, then he'd at least be the last survivor.

Because they truly did not need to be killed. Copia had already been appointed as Terzo's successor, and there was no way the Clergy was gonna bring back the previous Papas, so nothing was threatening rat boy's position. Sister just had a lot of cold wrath and loose ends, and she dealt with all of that in one fell swoop

But, all these things considered, I love that her character isn't one-note. Her past's pretty tragic, but she's not been reduced to either her loving side or her calculated, ruthless one

She's obviously a very strong leader, and obviously still in love with Nihil even beyond his death, but neither of those things define her or can stop her from achieving what she really wants. Which is to get even and to get her son his birthright.

And fuck, she did that! You go grandma!!!

Okay now we're getting deep into the realm of headcanon, speculation and personal interpretation, which I realize are 100% illogical but I got brain worms

I feel like you can see traces of Sister Imperator and Nihil all over Copia's era.

The way so many love songs came out during his time, the way a lot of his songs feel like they could've been written by Nihil... I get that it's the same people writing all the songs, but like

Copia's albums, especially Impera, just feel very close in style to the two songs we have from Nihil

Respite and MOAC feel like sister tracks and when I try to explain that I sound insane but just hear me out right. Respite is like a less horny MOAC, they both have this bittersweet tone and talk about running away together

Which is weird for Respite considering the rest of the song is about fuckin Jack the Ripper! "I'll be the shadow / You'll be the light" could so easily fit Nihil and Imperator, since she guided him onto this path and remains to this day a leading force, while he was the dark face of the Ministry

also it reprises imperium at the end, and imperium's tied to kaisarion, which some people (me included) theorize represents copia

Darkness at the Heart of My Love is also an honorable mention, because it just sounds like something Nihil would've written in his youth

"Now paint a pair of eyes", while Imperator was the one to give him the white eye?? Hello??

Also Impera. Just the whole album name. Come on now

Basically I just feel like Copia, through his music, briefly reunited his parents. Symbolically at least

idk man just do me a favor and listen to these tracks and imagine it's nihil singing them. it makes sense it Clicks

I GOT THE RED STRING AND THE CORKBOARD OUT I'M CONNECTING THE DOTS

Lastly, I'm convinced that if she doesn't die soon (which I think is likely), she'd definitely bite someone's head off to keep Copia safe now that he's retired. This woman would tear Hell apart with her bare hands for her son, you can't change my mind

#the band ghost #sister imperator #sorry this took so long ugh my brain is a mess all the time #I'M STILL NEW HERE IF I FUCKED ANYTHING UP I'M SORRY

[amberizedcasey]

okay guys this is bagi and cellbit discussion one hundred percent

i know that in achilles come down the person singing is patroclus so you may think of roier first but he is also down with the murder so it won’t work (although i can see some other parallels in the song with spiderbit and also them as achilles and patroclus in general but that's for another time)

now let me tell you how this would go

mention of intrusive thoughts btw, i have them myself so this may be a little biased sorryy

cellbit has a martyr complex, he thinks he is better off dead, he is putting himself out there, he wants the feds to know it's him killing the workers, he nows that this is not ending well, but he is doing either way because he knows (at least he thinks so) that this is the only way to save the people he loves, he is willing to die so they can have a chance to leave the island and be free, and he won't stop

bagi on the other side is little codependent, she spent her whole life trying to find her brother, trying to save him, and she blames herself for no finding him soner, she thinks it's her fault that he is the way he is, she thinks that she wasn't enough and that maybe if she was, he wouldn't have end up the way he did, so she wants to help him, she really does, even thought the brother she once knew is not really there (also something i want to dive more in because we do see that brother sometimes, when he is with the eggs for example), but she can't let him go this path, because she nows that there will be consequences, and that he may lose himself, or worse he may die

so she is trying get him to come down of the roof, or in their case, stop the killing

the voice in his head is himself, not in a double personality way but as intrusive thoughts cause like he said, there isn't a f!cell and a q!cell, he is cellbit and he is a little fucked up (as someone with intrusive thoughts myself i found that funny, let me cope the way i want)

cellbit is looking for a way to help people, he doesn't want them to go through the same pain that he went, so he puts himself in the position of a martyr, someone that is willing to die for his cause, but he is also tired, tired of trying, tired of containing, tired of not felling anything, so he let go, he let's his intrusive thoughts win (THOSE ARE REAL INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS GUYS, NOT WANTING TO DYE YOUR HAIR AT THREE AM)

cellbit has said before that he doesn't like the person he used to be, he said once to richas that he was something way worse than a hero, so a rat isn't that far from it, he deserves nothing but death

the thoughts tell him as much, he must die, and he must take as many workers with him, if he can't infiltrate, if playing their game is not enough, if he is not enough, so let's be the monster they made him to be, if people don't trust him, let's give them a reason not to

but bagi won’t let him do this, so she tries to talk him out of this

now for a more ilustrated way (my brain only thinks through animatics even thought i have no strength to take this images and put them in paper) i think he sees the intrusive thoughts as himself, he is what he is most afraid of after all, and bagi is talking to him, but he doesn't see her as she is, she see a child talking to him, he sees the sister he could have had, he sees the sister he didn't have

at the end of the song, when there is only bagi talking he finaly see her as she is, as a woman, a woman who lost her childhood trying to find her brother, a woman who fought hell and back to get to his brother, a woman who loves him, a woman who doesn’t want to lose him, a woman who could be his sister again, if he would just come down of that roof

AAAAND we end it here cause that's all i got

also, if you have intrusive thoughts too i just want to tell that they DO NOT define you, you are not them, you are not a bad person, if one thing you are really strong for keeping up

#qsmp #cellbit #bagi #gêmeos do mistério #tw intrusive thoughts

[alpydk]

Cabinet of Oddities - Part 4 (Fanfic)

TavxGale (Custom)

Extra time means more writing and I just needed to get some more Gale into this story. (1.8k words - WTF??)

Summary: Gale falls slowly behind the group causing Nana to become concerned.

Ao3 Link - Chapter 4 Ao3 Link (Whole)

Nana didn’t like the Risen Road. The air smelt of goblins and there was no shelter. It was all just open rock and cliff faces. “Are we there yet?” She whined immaturely.

“Do you see a goblin camp anywhere or a one-horned tiefling?” Wyll replied.

“No.” She said dejectedly. “Fine…” 

The group had been travelling at a reasonable pace but since reaching the road had begun to spread out. Astarion, trying to be as far from Nana as he could, had moved up to the front with Shadowheart. Wyll had been stuck playing babysitter, as he saw it, and Gale unusually had begun to lag quietly behind. He’d complained of his knees aching a little the day before so nobody thought anything of it but Nana could not shift the nagging feeling in the back of her mind. “Oh no, it appears I have dropped my, um, shoe.” She exclaimed in a long drawn and loud voice.

Wyll sighed exasperatedly “Your shoe? The one that’s on your foot?” He paused momentarily and decided to seize the opportunity for a break. “You know what, you take care of your shoes. You can always catch up.” He walked off at speed to catch up to the others muttering under his breath the words “Gods, give me patience.”

Nana knelt, pretending to play with her shoe, watching him walk away and then turned her head seeing Gale slowly approaching. His handsome face looked different. Like something was weighing him down. Not just in his mind but in his body as well. She felt a pang of concern for him and stood as he got closer. She went to speak but as normal with Gale, the words just struggled to come.

“Nana, as much as I’ve enjoyed talking to you these last few days, today I just need a little peace and tranquillity.” Gale’s voice seemed strained, he grimaced as he walked. Nana knew these features all too well.

“You’re in pain. Your knees again?” She spoke with concern. Her mind was racing, she was fighting the tadpole in her head from accidentally sharing the memories that flooded her brain. The poison is spreading. He’s dying, I can’t save him. Don’t die, please don’t die. She shook her head and looked into Gale’s deep eyes, almost pleading with him to talk to her.

Gale looked away from her, feeling the pressure. Though he’d grown close to the group since the start of his travels, he didn't know if he was ready to share everything with them but the ever-growing hunger in his chest was becoming too much to cope with alone. He’d have to tell them eventually or he would have to leave them. “No, not my knees.” He considered continuing but didn’t know if Nana would even understand what he was going to say.  

“I would say maybe it was something you ate, but then you’re the one who does all the cooking and it sure is better than any concoction I make. Last spring I made the most horrible of dishes. That rat was good when I killed it but apparently when I mixed it with grease from that ooze…” She could see the colour draining from Gale’s face. “Sorry, I’m rambling. But I’m guessing it’s not food-related?”

“Not food either.” Gale stopped for a moment and looked at Nana. He saw something in her that he couldn’t explain. He’d seen her try to help everyone they had come across, from tiefling children that she was robbed by, to stepping in front of an arrow to save a goblin who then insulted her. All life seemed precious to her, so maybe his would too. “Nana…Why don’t we take a little break? Allow ourselves a few moments of rest. Gives me a chance to talk to you about something, well, rather important.” 

Nana nodded. “Ok, Nana calm calm. It’s just a break. It’s nothing serious. He’s not going to kiss you. Gods, I’d like him to kiss me. His eyes are so dreamy.” Her voice rushed on, just a never-ending stream of thoughts spilt out into reality. She took a seat on a nearby rock and patted a little patch next to her signalling for Gale to join her. 

Gale gave a subtle smile as he sat beside her. He wasn’t going to object to the words she said but he wasn’t sure how he felt about her. Especially right now as his muscles ached and his mind tore in two. “Have you ever realised that you say everything out loud?” 

“It’s been mentioned to me before. I tried to keep it all in my head but it gets a bit messy after a while. If I say it out loud then it keeps room for the important things.” Nana tried to explain it the best she could. This was the truth. As a changeling trying to keep one form for a long period, trying to keep the memories together, the personalities all separate, and then trying to keep constant control proved to be exhausting and if she kept everything in her head she surely would have gone mad like other changelings had been known to.

“And what important things would they happen to be?” Gale asked with curiosity.

Him. The tadpole flickered in her mind. “Oh you know, cooking recipes and naughty poetry.” She smiled, her green eyes sparkling brightly in the sunlight. “But you wanted to talk to me about something important. I’m guessing it’s neither of those topics.”

Gale gazed into her eyes, lost for a brief moment, and then nodded in recognition of her remark. “We’ve been on the road together for a while now, haven't we? Survived some perils, overcame some obstacles. I’ve seen you demonstrate remarkable guile and courage.”

“I’ve just been doing what I do. I wouldn’t say any of it is courageous. Unless you’re talking about that couple from the shack, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to shake that image.” Nana gave a shudder at the thought of the ogre and bugbear they had encountered the previous day.

“No, no, not that.” He chuckled. “No, I believe, I’ve grown to trust you.” His voice was soft and sincere.

Nana tried to read him but could see no ulterior motive. This was new to her. Her face was one of scepticism and she leaned in slightly to try and hear him better. “Hm, I thought you trusted me anyway, and that's why you let me stir the cooking in the evenings.”

He looked at her with affection and felt the orb hum. He pushed down the painful sensation that ran through his chest and sighed deeply. He needed to tell her. “I did, I do. Either way, the reason I make a point of saying this is that I’ve grown confident enough to tell you something I’ve yet to tell another living soul. Except for my cat.”

Nana stayed quiet listening intently to the words he spoke. 

“You see, I have this…condition. Very different from the parasite we share, but just as deadly. Every so often I need to get my hands on a powerful magical item and absorb the Weave inside.” His tone was serious, he had tried to explain it as vaguely and as simply as he could for her and he hoped she would grasp what he was telling her.

“So…You need to eat shoes?”

“Eat shoes? That’s what you took away from that? It’s not so much eating as it is absorbing the magical energies that are within the items. I can say no more on the matter - not now anyway, just trust me when I say it’s all of vital importance.” He stared deep into her eyes, looking for the understanding he sought, hoping she would not reject him in his time of need. The pain in his chest radiated throughout his body and he tried his best to ignore it. 

Nana’s face was full of concern for him. All she wanted was to help. “And this is why you’re in pain? You need something magical?” 

Gale nodded solemnly in response. “I know it’s a lot to ask of you but I wouldn’t press this without good reason.”

Nana swung around her pack, settling it on her lap and started digging through it. She chucked out random items, books, a music box which gave an off-note clang as it hit the floor, and a half-eaten apple she’d found earlier in the day. Eventually, she pulled out a small magic necklace and offered it over to Gale. “Here, the tiefling girl gave it to me but I’ve no use for it. You can have it.” Gale looked into her eyes. He placed one hand under the locket and the other above her hand and cupped them closely together. Nana could feel the warmth from his touch and her heart began to quicken its beat. Her voice hitched and her cheeks flushed red. “You’re touching me” she gasped. 

“Apologies.” Gale lessened his grip and took the locket from her. He held it to the marking on his chest, one that for so long Nana had wanted to run her fingers along, and he leaned back. His face appeared to be in pain and the orb glowed a brilliant purple. A moment later the necklace was gone but Gale sat with a relieved expression. He sighed deeply. “That hit the spot. I can feel it work. The magic is like a lullaby that sings to sleep the demon inside.”  

Nana’s face grew concerned. A demon . The tadpole twisted and writhed wanting to share the image in her mind.

“A metaphorical demon I haste to point out. But no less dangerous - and no less bound to wake up again to continue its ravages. Such is the nature of all monsters.”

“You’re going to be okay, aren't you? We can fix it, maybe find a cure?” She gave him a hopeful look.

Gale looked away unsure. He had no answer for this. His year of research and hiding locked in his tower had brought very few answers. He couldn’t expect to find them here. He turned back to her, his face brighter than it had been the previous few days. “Sincerely though: I understand I ask a lot from you with few answers in return, but in time all will be told.” 

“I’m just glad it helped. Tell me, if you need anything else, I’ve got quite the collection of nicknacks and doodads in my bag now. I’m sure I can stop you from getting hungry.” Nana pointed the pack at Gale as if to show him proudly of her collection.

He smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind. But now I think we should continue moving. The day is vanishing before our very eyes and the warmth of the sun will no longer lie on our faces.” Gale stood and held out his hand to Nana.

She looked at it briefly but threw her pack over her back and stood without taking it. A brief flash of rejection flashed over Gale's face but he ignored the accompanying thought that came along with it. He would just need to be satisfied with the trust he had gained from her today. Nothing more, nothing less.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale bg3 #galemance #bg3 fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #changeling #dnd character

[roachemoji]

Stranger Things - Season 3 thread 03 01

LETS GO GIRLS!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay okay okay starting off strong 1984 i see you i see you all these bald men are so sweaty and shiny and exhausted looking.

OH THE VFX BUDGET WENT UP BABBBEYYY OH LOOK AT THAT SHIT THATS COOL AS FUCK

So El isnt the one who opened the gate OG?? Really sick that they needed that much power to do it only forit to backfire and some little girl could do it with ease - OUFH SORRY TO THE BITCHES WHO JUST GOT EXPLODED

i understand why the bald men are sweaty and exhausted looking

SO WHY DO THEY WANT TO GET IN THERE SO BAD!!!!! OH THIS IS THE RUSSIAN PLOT PART YEAHHH

is this like ....... wanting to win the coldwar type shit??? because we're past the space race and into the 80s.... (<- guy who doesnt know much about this specific subject of history tbh)

EL LOOKS SO GOOD - fucking hate seeing them kiss im so sorry it makes me so uncomfortable - FEELING REAL HOPPER THOUGH LIKE ITS ICKY but also damn KING GIVE UR KID SPACE

i fucking LOVE THE shift in colours in this season !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE ITS SO BRIGHT I LOVE IT!!!! AND STEVEEEE!!!!!! AND I FINALLY GET TO MEET ROBIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh this movie is foreshadowing some shit i can feel it. labesq SHIT!!!!!!! AND THEN THE POWER GOING OUT!!!!!!!!!!! this means things my brain is too small to make proper connections

OH SHIT LITTLE ME!!!!!!!

YEAH SEE Lost smoke monster !!!!! somethings thers i just know it

"im not gonna fall in love" "ok"

JOYCE MY BELOVED

booOOOOOBBBBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DUSTIIINNNNNNNNNN

<- guy whose just REALLY EXCITED TO SEE THEIR FAV LITTLE MAN

GIRLIES WHO ARE WE LOOKING COOL FOR IM -

thought it waas gonna be gay forgot Billy existed

HOPPER IS ACTUALLY A FUCKING INCEL IM CRYING ITS BEEN LIKE 20 MINUTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KING OH MY GOD SHUT UP rooted for you but nah youve really always been like this

A Heart to Heart? What is that? <- man whose never been shown compassion???? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT KNOW WHAT THAT IS shut up

ngl tho me n hopper shaking hands how to you approach people about things without people helping you write shit out word for word

this entire board roOM REMINDS ME OF THE BEGINNING OF SEASON 2 OF FARGO - but she a woman TYPE SHIT AKSHJD

Nancy is. trying so HARD and girl i am so sorry

HIS GIRLFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THE WAY HE TALKS ABOUT HER <3333

Steve. i got nothing to add he just. wow

ROBIN I LOVE HER I L OVE THE PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS ON THIS SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

Its romantic <- jealousy

Its gross <- somehow not jealousy tho sorry

Its bullshit <- jealousy

BRO ARE HE LLO WHAT PIED PIPER SHIT IS HAPPENING???? CRYING AT ALL THE LITTLE CGI GUYS LOOK AT THEM ALL!!!! THEY ALL HAVE LITTLE WHITE FEET THO???? THOSE ARE. exploding. theyre exploding. :(

ENOUGH OF HIM I DONT WANT TO SEE HIM I WANT TO SKIP THROUGH HIS MOMENTS I ACTUALLY HATE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH IM IN. PAIN. LIKE. OU GH. THE. SECOND HAND EMBARASSMENT IS? PAINFUL I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE HIM I HATE HIM IHATE HIM PHYSICALLY GAGGING

LUCAS AND MAX mAKE me so happy and MAx is still transmasc coded in my heaRTTTTT

DUSTIN BABY IM SO SORRY YOURE HAVING A MY CANADIAN GF MOMENT BUTSHES MORMON AND FROM UTAH

SHOWING MomEnts of Joyce being so happy and gENUINELY IN LOVE WITH BOB JUST HURTS SO MUCH HE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD. RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE

oh now we have shit with MAGNETS and the spaceship space race cold war babbeyyyy

DISEASE RATS!!!!!!!

HOPPER ASHING ON HIS FACE KING????? OW?????????????????????

This is so uncomfortable bro my dad did this to me once and it was horrifically misguided on his part and he was making some wild ass assumptions about my relationship with certain people and oUGADHADKAJSHAKSJH this isthe season of second hand embarassment and its PAINFUL

MIKE IS JUST MA KING IT WORSE PLEASE SHUT UP I OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I KEEP PAUSING IT BC I CANT HANDLE THIS

HOPPER H ELLO ????

IM

THIS IS

BRO THIS fucking entire season is gonna be so fucking painfULLLL STOP STOP STOP like the. BROOOOO stop stop stop whose got a link to a breakdown of the family dynamics between everyone and how fucked up everyone is i cant even put thi sinto words im just losing my mind hopethis makes sense

SORRY DUSTIN I !!! GOD. PICKING UP RUSSIAN SHIT INSTEAD OF HIS GF SORRY

i literally cant handle this weird Billy fucking Milfs arc and i cant even begin to stress how much i fucking hate it and him. I have literally no room in my heart for that piece of shit

im SORRY to KaREN WHEELER THOUGH LIKE DAMN GIRL your mariage is in shambles and you really want to be fucked by THIS GUY ?

HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IDIOT FUCKING GET ATTACKED BY FERAL DISEASED RATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CALLING ALL RATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KILL!!!!!!!!!!!!

i know he fucking dies but iM GONAN LOSE MY MIND DOES HE GET FUCKIGN KILLED BY STOPP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP THIS IS SO FUC NNY YEAHH HYEAHHH BABEY FUCKING GET HIS ASSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE

#bo posting #stranger things #st #live blogging #AHHH OEADSKJH FUCKING EAH BABEY YEAH YEAH YEAH

[lilypadlys]

Love Is Blind

Summary: Dewdrop has trouble letting go and being vulnerable. Rain and Phantom help take care of him.

Notes: This one was inspired by my roomate/self declared smut dealer. She knows I write fanfic and even though she’s not a ghost fan she’s been giving me general ideas for fics. We were on a road trip together and talking about our favorite smut tropes. She was like, you should write something with a guy dressed up nice and fucking someone on a bed with black sheets. And they're tied up or something. Maybe the room is lit by candles. My brain immediately went to how pretty Dew would look in contrast to black sheets. By the end of the trip not only had I decided to add Rain but Phantom had also joined the mix. This was a fun one. Everyone say thank you to my roommate for making this happen.

--- Rain removes his hands and Dew can hear him step back. “Isn’t he a vision like this?” He hears Phantom hum an affirmative. Dew had forgotten that Phantom was also present. He blushes a little at the reminder that the new ghoul is there to see him so vulnerable, a state he really only allows Rain or Aether. The accompanying arousal is not unwelcome though. “Going to let us help you feel good?” Rain asks. “Please?” Dew whispers. “So polite.” Rain coos. “See Phantom, he can behave. It just takes a special touch.”

Ship: Dewdrop/Rain/Phantom

Word Count: 3,348

Rating: Explicit

Tags: fluff and smut, PWP, light bondage, blindfolds, light dom/sub, quintessence use, cum eating, multiple orgasms, aftercare, cuddles

Horny ghouls below the cut or on AO3

As a former water ghoul, one would think Dewdrop would be immune to the siren song that all water ghouls know the words too. Unfortunately for him, whether due to his severed connection to the element, or the sheer allure Rain possesses, Dew has found himself under his siren’s spell many a time. Tonight is no different.

The evening started out innocent enough. The ghouls gathered for a movie night. Aurora is fully living up to her princess nickname. She got to pick the movie and currently resides in the best spot in the common room, the center of the couch between her girls. Dew sits off to the side. He lays boredly against the wall, not really watching the movie. It's a cheesy rom-com and once you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all. He's really not feeling it tonight but Aether asked him to at least make an appearance so Dew humors him.

Rather than paying attention, he shuffles restlessly, tail whipping in annoyance. He’s been here long enough. He’ll sneak out and go do maintenance on his guitars or something. He’s about to leave, already sitting up and stretching in preparation to stand. Then out of nowhere, Rain suddenly glues himself to Dew’s side.

Rain had been cuddling with Phantom all night thus far but now he presses himself into Dew. It’s instead Phantom that stands with a yawn and heads towards the door. He rounds the corner in the wrong direction to head to his room, Dew might have noted, if he wasn't distracted by the water ghoul.

“Geez Rain. You scare Bug off or something?” Dew snorts.

“Nah. He had to go do something. Can I braid your hair?”

“Uhh, sure?” Dew shrugs, feigning disinterest.

It wasn’t an uncommon request. Dew secretly loves it but he’d never admit it. Rain knows though and plays with his hair whenever he gets the chance. Permission granted, Rain curls up behind Dew and begins the task of untangling his rat’s nest. Dew seems lost on the concept when it comes to hair care or even just regular hair brushing. He’ll forever deny that he intentionally leaves it messy in an attempt to get Rain to play with it.

Fortunately Rain has the patience to slowly and carefully untangle knot after knot. By the time he can start freely running his fingers through his tresses, Dew is purring without fail. Rain takes his sweet time braiding. Painstakingly separating the sections so they're even, and then combing through the strands as he braids to make the plait as smooth as possible. Finally, he ties it off with a hair tie conjured from his pocket. He always has hair ties on hand for just this purpose.

When the braid is finished, Rain plops himself into Dew’s lap.

“What’s up with you? You’re clingy tonight.” Dew raises a brow, but his purring somehow gets deeper.

“I’m cold.” Rain pouts.

“There’s like five blankets within reach.”

“Yeah but you’re warmer.” Rain looks up at Dew, eyes big in puppy dog like pleading.

“Ugh fine.” Dew rolls his eyes but without any real bite.

Rain hums and starts to get comfortable. He sits with his back to Dew’s chest; the fire ghoul’s legs straddling his own hips. Over the course of a few minutes, Rain’s torso gradually slides down and in readjusting himself back up, his ass brushes against Dew’s crotch. Dew tenses and huffs out a breath. Rain shifts his hips again and Dew practically hisses.

“Raincloud.” Dew grumbles.

“What?” Rain looks at him with big innocent eyes.

“Stop moving.”

“I’m just getting comfy.” He humphs.

“Well hurry up or find a new spot. And stop grinding on me.”

Rain gets a mischievous look. “Oh, so don’t do this?” He presses his ass back into Dew and the fire ghoul does hiss this time.

“Alright, that’s it.” He growls dangerously, but it’s all for show. If this is his excuse to bow out of movie night early, all the better.

He scoops Rain up, strong despite his small size. Rain just grins as the girls giggle and Swiss whistles. Dew makes to go to his room but Rain tugs his sleeve and points to his room instead. Dew huffs but turns around and goes the opposite direction. He toes Rain’s door open, already cracked, and enters. And freezes in surprise as he takes in the room.

The room is dim, lit only by the fireplace and the black tallow candles spaced around the room. The bed is made with black silk sheets, way more expensive looking than the ones the boys are usually allowed. Blowing out a match after lighting the last candle is Phantom.

Rain hops down from Dew’s hold as the fire ghoul appraises the room. He crosses the room to gently tussle Phantom’s hair.

“Good job Bug. You did great setting everything up.”

Phantom purrs and leans into the touch.

Rain looks back to Dew, spearing him with his gaze. Gone is the sleepy clinginess. It was an act, Dew realizes. Now it’s replaced with something more calculating.

“This can go one of two ways. We can play it straight. Get you off real quick and you can go to bed. Or, we can have some fun. Up to you.”

And how can Dew say no to a scene as delicious as this? “Sure, why not? I’m game. Let’s play.”

“Then kneel for us.”

“Us? Me?” Dew blinks in confusion. So that’s how this is going to go. He thought Rain just wanted to be taken care of. Or maybe that Phantom was the prey. He realizes too late that he is.

He almost protests, in a bratty move rather than one of lack of interest. He's already falling to his knees though. Something about the hungry stare Rain pins him with stops him. Makes his legs weak and his head spin. He knows he’s in for it. In too deep and unable to refuse his siren. He looks up as Rain retrieves something from his desk and approaches. Rain shows him the length of black silk. A blindfold. He raises it in question.

Dew nods and ducks his head without complaint.

Rain gently pulls the silk over Dew’s eyes and ties it behind head, careful not to pull his hair. “How’s that?”

“Good.” Dew mumbles softly; shyly. He feels Rain take his hands and pull him to his feet.

“Now strip.”

Rain helps Dew remove his clothes, full of gentle caresses and coos of approval as his bare skin is revealed. Rain hasn’t touched him in any meaningful way yet, and yet Dew feels himself filling out. It’s the unexpectedness of every touch that has him extra sensitive. That, and the promise of what’s to come. Once he’s naked, he lets Rain guide him to the bed.

“Lie back for me.”

Dew does as he’s told and leans back into the silk sheets, reveling in how luxurious they are. They’re smooth and cool against his perpetually hot skin. He’s interrupted by Rain softly tracing his fingers over Dew’s arm. “One more thing.” Rain wraps another length of silk around one of Dew’s wrists. “Color?”

“Green.” Dew assures after a moment, proffering the other wrist and letting Rain bind them above his head.

Rain removes his hands and Dew can hear him step back.

“Isn’t he a vision like this?”

He hears Phantom hum an affirmative. Dew had forgotten that Phantom was also present. He blushes a little at the reminder that the new ghoul is there to see him so vulnerable, a state he really only allows Rain or Aether. The accompanying arousal is not unwelcome though.

“Going to let us help you feel good?” Rain asks.

“Please?” Dew whispers.

“So polite.” Rain coos. “See Phantom, he can behave. It just takes a special touch.”

Dew feels the mattress depress on either side of him and both ghouls join him on the bed. Someone, Rain from the petrichor taste, kisses him deeply. He feels a hand, probably Phantom’s as he thinks it's Rain’s hands cupping his face, stroking his hair. When Rain pulls away to suck marks into his neck, he barely has time to catch his breath before Phantom is licking into his mouth.

They take turns kissing him until his lips are swollen and spit slicked. He already feels drunk on their kisses alone. He yelps a little when someone rolls a nipple between their fingers. They shush him as they pull and twist on the ring threaded through the bud.

“We’ve got you. Just relax.” Rain purrs.

Their hands wander all over and Dew loses track of who’s who. Both Rain and Phantom run cold and their hands have similar callouses from their respective instruments. He eventually gives up trying to keep track when he swears he feels a third set of hands. The tell tale ozone scent of quintessence magick reveals the extra touches to be a trick of Phantom’s. He just tries to let himself lie back and feel.

As he allows himself to sink into the mattress, the tension in his shoulders and jaw visibly eases. Rain rewards him with a “That’s our good boy. Just focus on feeling good.”

Rain and Phantom are in no hurry. They take the time to worship every inch of his skin with kisses and feather light touches. Dew feels like he’s floating. Head pleasantly spacy and empty. He’s hard before long but he feels no urgency about it.

He barely notices when his thighs are pushed apart. He’s jolted back to some semblance of presence however, when one of them finally gets a hand on his weeping cock. They thumb over the head gathering pre as the other begins to suck and nip at his nipples.

He gasps and thrashes at the sudden stimulation, overwhelming after nothing significant for so long. Hands descend to hold his hips down and keep his thighs spread and all he can do is throw his head back, a line of bitten off curses spilling from him. His orgasm hurtles towards him and he feels a hot breath on his neck.

“Cum Dewdrop.” Rain, smooth, cool, and commanding.

Dew can’t help but comply. He arches his back and makes the most wrecked noises as he cums hot over the hand stroking him and his own stomach. They work him through it, pulling each and every last drop from him until he begins to buck and whine in overstimulation.

When he comes down from it, it’s to someone caressing his face.

“How was that sweetheart?” Rain hums.

“Mmm, good.” Dew hums dreamily.

“Wanna taste?”

Dew obediently opens his mouth, and allows fingers covered in his own cum to pet at his tongue. He laps at them lazily, tasting himself. If he wasn’t blindfolded they would see how his eyes roll back. The soft pleased noises he makes give him away all the same.

“This far gone already?” Rain teases. “I think he can handle a bit more though. What do you think Phantom?”

“Oh definitely. Just a little more Dewy? You can do that for us right?”

Dew nods eagerly in the direction he thinks Phantom is in. “Please. Need it.” He whimpers.

Not seconds later he hears the click of a bottle and the wet squelch of lube. Cool greased fingers tease at his fluttering rim. Two fingers breach him and begin to work him open. A hand, also lubed, returns to his cock to work him back up again. He bites his lip, forcing back a whine from the overstimulation of it all.

Someone straddles him, bracing their knees at his sides.

“Gonna ride you. Is that okay?” Phantom asks.

“Uh huh.” Dew nods, head lolling slightly in his spaced out state.

Without further ado, he feels Phantom lower himself until the head of Dew’s cock nudges his hole. He sinks down and both ghouls moan with it. The slide is easy and Dew guesses that Phantom took the time to work himself open earlier with this in mind. Phantom takes a second to adjust, but Dew by no means gets a break. Rain’s fingers are still hard at work scissoring him open. Rain curls them to pet at his prostate and Dew hisses at Phantom to move already.

Phantom obliges and begins to rock and bounce his hips in a rapid rhythm. Dew’s cock must be hitting all the right spots with the way he’s making noises to envy the ones coming from Dew.

Dew is useless to help, the overwhelming sensations of Phantom’s tight channel and Rain’s skilled fingers causing any remaining capacity to think to utterly melt away. He just lets Phantom take what he needs, along for the ride. He hears the wet slick sound of Phantom taking himself in hand. His rhythm soon begins to falter, a telltale sign he’s on the edge.

“Close.” He whimpers.

Dew can only nod in agreement, the fangs pressed into his bottom lip threatening to break skin. He gasps, a moan escaping as Phantom squeezes tight around him and hot ropes of cum splatter against both their stomachs. Dew can’t hold back any longer and coats Phantom’s insides with his own release.

Phantom eases off, both of them hissing, before flopping down on the bed next to Dew. At some point, Rain had removed his fingers. Dew wonders for a split second if they’re done with him. Instead he feels Rain’s hard length at his entrance. He shakes his head in worry. His head is swimming. Every touch is overwhelmingly electric. He feels like he's going to explode. He’s not sure he can take it this soon. Not sure his body is going to let him get hard again for a while; much less cum.

“Rainy, I...I don’t think…”

Rain senses his dilemma. He feels a cool hand cup his cheek. “Sure you can. Been so good for us already. Just one more?”

Dew takes a deep breath and nods. “Okay.”

Just in case, Rain softens his tone and asks, “Color?”

“I’m green.” He says more assuredly “Need it. Please.”

“Good boy.” Rain praises, giving his cheek a pat. “Give him some help, Bug.” is Dew’s only warning before Phantom’s hand closes around his cock. He can feel the tingle of quintessence and he sobs as he begins to miraculously stiffen up again.

“Ready for me, droplet?”

“Yeah-fuck! Yes!” Dew pleads. The wave of quintessence is accompanied by a fresh tidal wave of need.

Rain plants his hands on Dew’s waist and steadies him. Dew can feel Rain line up and slowly push in. Even worked open by Rain’s skilled fingers, there's a delightful stretch. Dew’s mouth gapes in a silent cry as Rain bottoms out.

“So tight baby. Fits like a glove.” Rain hums, voice husky with pleasure.

Rain gives Dew a chance to adjust before starting slow smooth thrusts, aided by Rain and Dew’s slick. It’s a stark contrast to Phantom’s rabbit quick bounces. Rain goes almost maddeningly slow. Dew can feel every inch as Rain fucks into him lovingly.

Rain keeps up a steady string of praise. “Good boy. So pretty like this. Taking it so well.” It’s making Dew crazy, how relaxed and level Rain sounds. As if he’s not buried in Dew’s ass and melting what’s left of his brain with each thrust.

After what seems like an eternity, Dew feels his hips get lifted as a pillow is shoved underneath him. The angle change is devastating. Rain pairs it with a hard and fast thrust that sends Dew gasping. From that point on, both are chasing their pleasure. The room is filled with desperate moans and the squelch of slick. They find a rhythm, Rain pounding him into the mattress as Dew desperately cants his hips to meet Rain’s thrusts.

Dew feels a hand wrap around his length, likely Phantom, and all he can do is thump his head back into the pillows, so overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure to do much else. Rain leans down over him, his body delightfully cool in comparison to Dew’s sweat damp skin. They lock lips as the pleasure mounts, moaning into each other’s mouths as they cum in tandem.

Dew sees stars, and everything goes hazy in the aftermath of his third orgasm. When he comes back to himself, limbs heavy and body pleasantly satiated, he’s pressed between Rain and Phantom. Both pet him tenderly, murmuring praises and sweet nothings. He can see them looking down at him fondly, the blindfold having been removed. Phantom soothingly massages his wrists, slightly sore from the tie.

“Back with us droplet?”

He mrrps in what he hopes they understand as an affirmative.

They seem to, leaning in to press kisses to his face.

“I’m so proud of you. You did so well for us sweetheart.” Rain hums.

Phantom nods. “So good.”

Dew just presses his face into Rain’s chest to hide the flush still coloring his cheeks.

“Oh, feeling shy?” Phantom smiles. “That’s okay. We’ve got you.”

After Dew has shaken off a little more of the haze he squirms a little. “Sticky.” He whimpers.

“I know, baby. Let's go get rinsed off and find some clean sheets, okay?” Rain offers.

Dew sleepily nods.

The three of them pile into Rain’s massive bathtub and soak to their heart’s content; all of them sleepy and relaxed. They keep Dew between them, pressed close to either side. It’s both due to Dew’s clinginess and neither of them trusting him to stay upright on his own. When they feel sufficiently clean, they dry off with fluffy towels and put on pajamas that Rain was sure to have waiting. Then they set up a blanket nest on the floor in front of Rain’s fireplace. Dew and Phantom curl up immediately. Rain replaces the bed sheets with clean white cotton ones before joining them, sliding in on Dew’s free side.

They sit in silence for a while, just cuddling in front of the fire. Suddenly, Phantom turns to Dew.

“You enjoyed that right? Was it okay that I was here?”

Dew blinks sleepily. “Yeah, it was good Bug. Don’t worry about it.” He waves a hand to dismiss the thought.

“Okay good. Rain said he had to wrangle you here so I wasn’t sure.”

Rain chuffs. “Yeah he pretends to hate it but he loves it.”

Phantom tilts his head in curiosity. “Why pretend to not like it then? If you enjoy it, why don’t you just ask for it?”

Rain tenses, preparing for Dew’s inevitable snarky remark. Phantom means well but he’s treading in dangerous territory.

To his surprise however, Dew’s soft, rather than harsh, reply is “I…I dunno…” He trails off.

Rain is ready to jump in but Phantom stops him, gently touching his shoulder and shaking his head as if to say, wait.

Dew sighs and finds his words. “I guess…I'm scared to be vulnerable. Scared to let my guard down.” He shrugs and shakes his head in self directed annoyance.

“But we’re not going to hurt you.” Phantom supplies. “You’re part of our pack. You’re family.”

“Yeah, I know that. It’s just, it took me a long time to adjust to life topside…then when I finally did, the element change fucked everything up for a while.” He rolls his eyes and huffs. “Then, I had to readjust all over again. I guess…I’m just afraid of losing control again. Rain and Aeth have been trying to help. It’s getting better but…” He shrugs again as if to brush it all off.

Phantom thinks over Dew’s words quietly and Rain soothingly rubs the fire ghoul’s back. Finally he says, “Thank you for trusting me and letting us take care of you.”

“Yeah, don’t mention it.” Dew waves it off, but the slight smile he tries to hide by ducking his head into Rain’s chest gives him away. All the same, he murmurs quietly, “Thank you. I needed that.”

Rain wraps his arms around Dew and Phantom curls closer to press a kiss between his horns.

#the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #dewdrop/rain/phantom #smut #fluff #spicy tag #lys writes

[shardofhope-fanfic]

A celebration of life for a very special rat.

Juice Box, May 2021 to April 5th, 2023

I knew that neither of them would be around very long. I was told time and time again that they only lived 2 years or so, 3 if you were lucky and 4 if you had an immortal on your hands. I thought I would have been ready for it, when the time came. I had seen people and pets pass before. I was wrong.

I'm not going to talk about his sudden failing weight. I'm not going to talk about him shrinking compared to his brother. I'm not going to talk about the medications and special diet I used to try and ween him back to health. I'm not going to talk about the half a dozen vet visits I took him to in two months, trying to buy him comfort and health for as long as I could. And I'm not going to talk about the gradual recovery, only for a steep decline to suddenly take him within 36 hours. That's not what this was about. This is a celebration, a show of love to the little gremlin that improved my life tremendously even while causing me problems. The best I can give him now is a digital memory that will, luck serving, even outlive me. An extension of existence that only I can provide. A digital rat ghost, and a way to show off my best boy to the world, one last time.

I had bought them on a whim. I was working nights, my mental health was at its worst, and like all fools, I decided on a bit of retail therapy. I have no idea how I landed on a rat breeder site, but it went downhill from there.

I drove for 3 hours after a 12 hour shift to pick these two goones, Juice box and Jimmothy from the breeder. Those are the names I gave them because at that point I was delirious from caffeine and excitement, so named them the best I could

I had no idea what I was getting into whatsoever. You look at that adorable, photogenic man and tell me you expected trouble! But he was. Although not as brash and indipendet as his brother, he was a escape artist through and through. He was the one that first broke out of the cage when I wasn't looking. I found him 10 min later, watching me from the trash can.

And then under the dresser

And later, on the bed after breaking into the snacks.

I would later have to modify the cage to keep him and his brother from escaping. What I learned first is that rats were smarter than you would give them credit for. They would engineer escapes if they caught me slacking, pull things through the bars of the cage, the works.

But what I learned about my pocket puppies was a diffrence of personality. Jimmothy was, and still is, a tank of a rat. Even at two years old, he fights off my younger rat Jeepers with ease. The man is nearly 500 grams but according to the vet is "Healthy as a old man could possiably be, if a bit fat." Hes always had a personality to match. A rowdy, demanding rat with an independence streak a mile long Juice box turned out to be a god-damned goofball.

Jimmothy, if given the ability, would mug you for cheese. Juice box? oh he would just share it and try to be your friend. There wasn;t a brain cell rattling around in that head that wasn't dedicated to friendship. So he was a goofy, dumb little goblin.

Unlike his brother, he would sometimes come up and just flop in your lap, or hang out on your shoulder like a fuzzy parrot. He didn't pretend he didn't want your love like his prideful brother.. He had no pride, only love in his little heart.

He of course, cuddled most with his brother, something he grudgingly went along with. he was the runt after all, and like the little brat he was he got what he wanted. But that didn;t mean he shunned human company completely.

He would let me pose him for these silly little photos as well, but I didn't just use him for my own artistic desires, I enjoyed some smuggle time as well.

not to mention he would groom me constantly. At first I thought it was just something tastey on my hands. I would not assume love out of this simple act. But after some tests, washing my hands with non sented soaps, and even showering, he still groomed me. A simple act that showed me how much he cared, in his own little air headed way. I find it funny that I have so few picures of this act, despite the fact he would do it for half a hour if allowed. I guess I was too busy enjoying the moment.

That's not to say his brother didn't love me, Juice was just more willing to show it. Jimmothy had his ways but he was much like a cat in that respect. I was also his second fav. His love for his brother was unmatched, even when he was being a bit of a bully.

They would fuck with each other constantly, steal food from each other constantly, and play wrestle. Pretty much brothers through and through. Little shitheads that they were

But although his brother hadn't aged a day, Jimmothy began to slow down. I won't torment you with that slow painful process. But what I will share with you is a small ray of sunshine. A small, warm moment, from me to you. And a comfort most other rat owners needed to hear.

As he got older and started to slow down, he grew more gentle and more attached. he would run to me during their playtime and cuddle into me. He would bury his little face into my shirt. He would even hide under my shirt. The little scamp was most likely getting away for his more energetic younger brother. But then he started getting sick.

And all he did was seek time with me. He would, even wobbly and ill as he was, clamber up to the cage when opened and try to climb up my arm. He would fight me when I went to put him back in the cage, weakly, but still. I thought at the time he was seeking comfort and quiet with me, while the other two healthy rats ran rampant. Now, I'm half convinced he did it for me too. I had thought them animals, smart, but animals none the less. I am convinced he knew his time was coming far before me, as I stubbornly fought to keep the reaper at bay for a few months more. But he sought me out for comfort, to be held, every single time, even when he could barely move he strive to climb up my shoulder or fall asleep in my arms. He felt safe. He trusted me when he must have been scared

The last week he spent alive was spent close to me. He didn't want to wander so I would keep him at my desk, so he would be close. He had put on weight that week, and had been eating pretty well and responding to antibiotics. But on his last day on this earth, he refused to eat but would bury himself in my warmth whenever he could. I remember watching shitty youtube videos while petting him the entire morning, a day I had had off for once in a long time. I was showered from the gym and in fresh clothes. I put him down in his pet bed, tucked him in, and got a little writing done. And then he was gone. It's the only comfort I had, really, that I was with him when he died. That although I wasn't holding him, he didn't feel alone, he didn't feel scared. Rats tend to go out loud, screaming and fighting. Juice box passed so quietly that I only noticed when I picked him up and he was cold. I am sure, that he knew he was loved. All your rats know that you love them. Take some comfort in that although their lives were short, you were their entire world.

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