#Dew slamming into or falling through things is just a thing now

[thelampisaflashlight]

Dew, stuck on top of the bookshelves in the library: "..."

Aether, passing by: -stops and looks up slowly- "..." -takes a deep breath- "How did you even get up there?"

Dew, throwing his legs over the side: "I may have ghoul-bossed too close to the sun." -points at the broken skylight- "...Literally."

Aether, panicked: "You fell through the window?? Are you okay?? Holy shit-!" -looks up- "Wait, hold the fuck on."

Swiss, waving from the broken window: -looks behind him-

Rain, popping up behind him: "After you save Dew, can you let us back in through the attic? The latch is stuck."

Aether, looking back to Dew: "...This is why you guys need to invite me on these adventures, for fuck's sake..." -putting his arms up- "Alright, jump down."

Dew: -hesitating-

Aether: "What's wrong now?"

Rain, from above: "He's scared of heights!"

Swiss: "Yeah, Aeth, he's scared of heights!"

Aether: "Then why were you on the roof?" -raises his eyebrows and looks at Dew tiredly- "Hmmm~?"

Dew, points at the others: "Peer pressure." -notices they're gone, hears some noise- "Guys?"

Rain, walking back into view with Mountain: "He's here, too now."

Mountain, waving: "I was eating the moss off the shingles."

Aether: "...This is why the girls don't let us pick the group activities..."

[sentientgolfball]

We've all seen the Swissdew clip yea? Yea. That's all this is

18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1568

Tags: hair pulling...so much hair pulling, semi-public, rough Swiss and pissed off Dew

“What the fuck was that?!”

“Huh?”

Dew had practically run off stage after bows and straight to the dressing room. He threw off his mask glaring at Swiss who just walked in with a smug little smile. 

“Don’t fucking ‘huh’ me you exactly what you did.” 

“Why don’t you be more specific” he throws off his own mask walking closer to Dew “I do a lot of things.”

He growls the best he can through the glamour as Swiss stops right in front of him, staring down at him with that same shit-eating grin and a challenge in his eyes. He knows the multi ghoul just wants to hear him say it. Say how much he bothered him after his stunt. How much he wanted, needed him to finish what he started. But Dew would be damned if he gave in so easily. 

“You ruined my solo asshole.” 

“Ruined? I have no idea what you’re talking about. I think you sounded perfect.” 

“You” he pauses and groans in frustration glaring daggers at Swiss. If looks could kill he’d be a dead man “you’ve been spending too much fucking time with your attention whore of a boyfriend. Fucking coming over to steal my spotlight.” 

The grin falls from Swiss’ face and Dew realizes a moment too late that bringing Phantom up probably wasn’t the smartest decision. He shoots his hand forward grabbing and palming at Dew through his pants. 

“I don’t know, seems to me like you enjoyed it.” 

He was fully hard. Had been since Swiss came over on stage and wrapped his gigantic hands around his hip and just barely touched him in front of the crowd. He played just fine the rest of the show, but he couldn’t stop thinking about this moment right here. Getting him alone and letting him make good on his promise. But Dew would always fight until he had nothing left, it was part of the fun.

Swiss applies more pressure against him and Dew has to faux scoff to hide the groan that threatened to spill. The multi ghoul reaches around to grab the end of Dew’s braided hair and pulls hard forcing him to meet his eyes. 

“Say it.” 

“Fuck you.” 

He removes his hand from Dew’s dick and pulls him away from the vanity by the hair before flipping him around and slamming him into it, forcing him to bend over. His feet just barely touching the ground as Swiss presses his thickening cock against his ass. 

“I think what you mean is ‘fuck me’.” 

He snakes his hand under Dew and fumbles with the button before pulling his pants down letting them pool at his ankles. He pulls hard on the braid forcing Dew to look at him in the mirror. The grin returns to Swiss’ face when he hears him groan, but it’s more predatory than before. 

“You’re a fucking prick.” 

“I know I’m just so evil for making you wait. Next time I’ll just fuck you in front of everyone” he ruts against Dew’s ass making him suck in a shaky breath “but you’d like that wouldn’t you?” 

Swiss removes his hand from Dew’s hip to undo his belt and zipper just enough to pull himself out of his boxers. He’s fully hard now with pre already starting to pool at the tip. He forces Dew’s legs apart with his knee before bringing his fingers to the fire ghouls mouth. When he doesn’t immediately open Swiss yanks his braid hard and shoves them in when his mouth falls open involuntarily. 

Oh Dew wishes he didn’t have his glamour so he could bite those pretty little fingers right off. But he’s helpless as Swiss pets his tongue and shoves them as far as they can go down his throat. Dew accidentally catches his own eye in the mirror and the sight pulls a moan from him, muffled around the thick fingers working in his mouth. Swiss abruptly pulls his fingers from Dew’s mouth causing drool to dribble down his chin. The multi ghoul slides his hand over his dick smearing his pre and Dew’s spit all over himself. He wipes the excess on Dew’s thigh before using his knee to push the fire ghoul’s legs further apart. 

He slowly brings the head of his cock to Dew’s ass. He glares at Swiss through the mirror. 

“You’re not even going to give me a finger or your tongue first?”

“Nah. You couldn’t be nice about it so neither am I.” 

“Nice? You’re not nice you fucking hypocrite you—“ his words are cut off as Swiss shoves himself in and Dew can’t help but scream. He braces on the vanity as Swiss gives him little time to adjust before he starts pounding into him. He throws his head forward, biting down on his lip so hard he can taste blood. 

“Don’t think so.” Swiss huffs before yanking his braid with so much force his head snaps back. He knows what Swiss is trying to do and he knows damn well if he gives in it’ll be over for him. He screws his eyes shut as he drapes himself over his back and licks his ear. 

“Open your eyes firecracker.”

He tries to spit out a ‘no’ or a ‘fuck you’ but all that comes out of his mouth is a gut punched groan when Swiss slams into him. 

“Open your fucking eyes or I’ll leave you like this.” Normally Dew wouldn’t give into his empty threats, but he couldn’t think with the constant burning stretch of Swiss’ cock shoving deeper and harder into his ass. Swiss yanks on the braid once and it’s all Dew needs to snap his eyes open. His eyes roll to the back of his head at the sight of Swiss towering over him, hands bracketed around him clutching the vanity so hard his knuckles are white. Himself covered in his own drool and tears and looking absolutely fucked out. When did he start crying? When did his face get so red? His eyes lock with Swiss’ and the look in eyes makes him moan. 

“Swiss.”

“Ready to behave?” 

“Please I fucking need it.”

“Need what? I wanna hear you say it.” 

He hesitates a moment too long and Swiss responds by giving him a hard thrust. 

“Say it.” 

“Fucking please I need your hand. I need you right fucking now.” 

Swiss grins at him in the mirror before bringing one hand down to wrap around his dick. Dew practically keens at the touch. He presses hard into the head before making a fist and jacking him just a bit too harshly. 

“Wasn’t so hard to ask for what you wanted was it?” 

He begins thrusting into his ass again in time with the hand gliding over Dew’s dick pulling high pitched moans from the fire ghoul. His head slumps forward but Swiss doesn’t pull him up this time, instead he leans in close and whispers. 

“Too hard to look at yourself? Don’t wanna face how much of a whore you are? Letting me fuck you in the dressing room.” 

He nods rapidly with a pathetic whimper feeling his orgasm building deep within him. 

“Bet you’d rather have someone else watching instead.” 

He nods again rutting as best as he can into Swiss’ fist as he fucks him and squeezes his cock. 

He snickers, “It’s a good thing I left the door unlocked.” 

Dew cums hot and heavy into Swiss’ hand with a loud moan that can definitely be heard through the walls of the little room. Swiss bites his shoulder through the fabric of his uniform shirt as the fire ghoul clenches hard around him. It only takes a few more thrust before he’s spilling into Dew’s ass, muffling his moan with a mouthful of shirt. 

He takes a moment to catch his breath before pulling out of Dew. He grins watching his cum drip out of him. 

“You can get off me now.” Dew says with his head still pitched forward and down, chest heaving and breathless. 

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” 

Swiss brings his hand to Dew’s mouth and waits. Dew doesn’t resist this time, he opens immediately, licking and sucking his own cum off of his fingers.

“Good boy.” He says wiping the spit off on his thigh, giving his ass a little smack before moving off of him to tuck himself back into his pants. 

“Don’t fucking treat me like your little pet.” Dew bends down to pull his pants back up. 

Swiss opens his mouth to reply but is stopped by a knock at the door

“Swiss? Dew? Are you two in there, the bus is here, we're ready to go!” Phantom’s voice calls out. 

The multi ghoul looks at Dew cracking a wide smile “Speak of the devil and he shall appear.” 

The fire ghoul shoots him a warning snatching up his helmet and storming out of the door causing Phantom to yelp. The quintessence ghoul pokes his head in looking at Swiss. 

“What’s up with him?” 

“He’s just pissed. You know how he is, everything’s gotta be perfect on show nights.” 

Phantom nods sagely at his words before speaking “You should cum in him that always makes him feel better.” 

Swiss wraps his arm around his shoulders and starts walking with him to the bus. “You know that’s a good idea, maybe I’ll try that later.” 

[gosmigenergy]

KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Five

( Benny Miller x F!Reader )

BODY WORSHIP (MOUTH) / FISH PEOPLE / FACE-SITTING/FACE-FUCKING

Summary: Benny has a mouth on him and you’re going to make sure he puts it to good use.

Day Five of @absurdthirst's Kinktober prompt list.

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, oral - female receiving, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 1.8k

You had never met someone as vocal as Benny Miller.

Santiago could slip out of bed, get himself sorted and leave his place without a sound, sending you a courtesy message later. Will was equally as stealthy however he’d nudge you awake to let you know he was on his way out and sleepily, you’d accepted his kiss. Frankie tried but usually woke you up at some point, bringing an apology coffee for disturbing you.

If Benny was awake, his universe was awake.

He never purposefully talked to you yet he’d hum, whistle or sing to himself as he wandered round the space. Once he closed the door behind him, he was in the belief that sound doesn’t travel and you questioned how he survived all those years in the force.

In the kitchen, he’d play his morning playlist loud, slam every cupboard or draw and from this distance, throw inanimate objects across the room without a care in the world and today, he wasn’t even cooking.

You grumble, cocooning yourself in the duvet and snuggling deeper into the pillow, praying that drown the noise with their fluffy interior.

It never bothered you that much.

Last night is very much to blame. What was meant to be a quickie before bed turned into a marathon meaning you were tired, tender and a little bit fragile, you just really needed to sleep in this morning.

Benny basically wakes up the same time everyday, his internal body clock telling him to get up and train in his home gym.

Part of you was jealous of his capabilities to be a morning person, other parts of you weren’t.

He continued in his escapades for another fifteen minutes then you heard the bang as he closed the door to his garage come gym. You prayed that you could go back to sleep, you rolled onto your right side and closed your eyes.

Rather than returning to slumber, your mind had other ideas.

You pushed the thoughts away at first, trying to override your brain into thinking it was time to sleep. Then it one upped you and made you think of Benny, dressed in that vest and shorts combo he always wears, a cap stopping his hair from falling over his face.

Stop that.

You roll over again agitated, screwing your eyes tighten.

It didn’t help, actually, it made things worse.

Apparently your mind is really good at remembering the finer details. How his shorts ride up and hug his thighs, the perfect triangle of moisture that forms on his top, how his throat bobs when he takes a drink. Flashbacks to when he was on top of you, sweat clinging to his skin in a fine dew, the ripple of his abs underneath your fingers tips, hot breath tickling your neck as he pants and grunts.

Fuck, now you were horny and pissed.

You lay there helplessly, studying the ceiling, hoping that the moment would pass.

It didn’t.

Your pussy throbbed with desire.

Throwing the covers off, you stand up to be greeted by the morning chill before hurrying to cover yourself with something. His hoody is the closest thing to you, pulling your arms through quickly and wrapping it around your frame. You didn’t bother zipping it up, didn’t even take the time to put on underwear because you could only think of one thing.

Walking down the hall, you push your weight against the door.

Your arrival startles him yet his reactions are swift. He puts his equipment back and drops his headphones from his ears. His face had creased with concern, brows knotted as you stand there, arms folded.

“You ok, darlin’?”

“No,” you said sharply.

His eyes narrowed, at least you didn’t say you were fine when you clearly weren’t.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Lay back on the bench.”

He blinks a couple of times, his mouth moving to say something but he found himself a little lost for words. Taking his headphones off, he placed them by his feet, shuffling his ass away from the bench a fraction. He assumed he wasn’t going to be doing any more weights.

“Are you going to tell me what this is about…”

You pursed your lips together before storming over to him, his mouth still moving, still talking though nothing was audible, not for you.

“Benny,” your hand settled on his chest.

He stopped, mouth hanging agape as he flashed those green eyes at you. The corner of your lips curled as you cocked your head to one side, deepening your hooded gaze.

“I’m gonna put that pretty mouth of yours to better use.”

Benny didn’t have a chance to process the information before you threw on leg over his head and sat on his face. Your slick pussy pressed against his lips and he breathed in your musk as your enveloped him, thighs crushing. He sniggered, chest quivering and that suddenly, in your anger, concerned you.

You take the bar in your hands and lift yourself off, still remaining centimetres away from him.

“Are you trying to kill me already?”

You didn’t respond, merely looking down at him with a glare.

“Just,” he swallowed. “Give me some space to breathe, yeah?”

He stroked the backs of your legs as you settle back down. Your calves screaming, they weren’t ready for squatting this early in the day.

A shiver ran up your spine as he gently nudge your clit with his nose. He wanted to say something about how wet you were, how sensitive, ask what got you in such a state but it was clear that you were not in the mood for conversation.

He circled your blossoming pussy with his tongue before pushing the tip between your lips.

The tension falls from your shoulders as you sigh, your grip around the bar loosening.

He took you in his mouth at a leisurely pace, suckling softly on your inner lips before releasing them and soothing them with his tongue. Repeating the motions, he gauged his strength with how you responded. You’d hum with delicate touches, hiss through gritted teeth if he used his own but you weren’t complaining.

Benny could tell whatever you were feeling earlier had begun to subside, the skin under his palm clammy as the temperature of your body rose. His cheeks were burning with the stifling heat.

He dragged his tongue over your folds.

You shudder, a ragged breath falling from your chest as he catches your clit in his mouth. He teases slightly with his tongue, happy to see a smile crack across your face as you break into a giggle.

You couldn’t stay mad at him.

He nuzzles, groaning to send the vibrations through your already weeping pussy.

“Shit.”

You go to grab his hair with one hand, forgetting about his cap until you’d clawed into the fabric. He continued the act over and over again until your muscles were spasming under his touch, until he knew you were fit to burst.

Placing his hands over your ass, he yanks you down sharply. Giving you no chance to speak, he shoved his tongue into your opening, craning his neck to delve further. You let out a cry, nails burying deeper into the fabric of his cap, slipping it from his dark blonde locks.

He laps at your freshly flowing juices, eating from you like you were his lat meal on earth. He savours you, moaning as he shovels more of your arousal into his mouth.

It doesn’t take long for your belly to contact, your desire burning low as you thrust to gain friction on that little bundle of nerves.

Benny tries to stop your hips from moving, his fingertips gripping harder against your curves. He knew you were getting desperate to reach orgasm except he didn’t want to lose this view. He loved watching you on top even if you were fighting every instinct to not look at him.

You mewled when he forced you to stay still.

He squeezed his hand three times, praying you’d look at him, that you’d let him know you were ok.

Nothing.

He does it again and it finally garners your attention.

Your head drops and you blink slowly, brows furrowed. You wished you could read faces, it wouldn’t help in this situation, with Benny’s half covered but maybe you could see what was going on behind his eyes.

He tries one more time.

You relax your hand, his cap falling to the bench. Meeting his hand, you entwine your fingers into his and squeeze his hand twice, hoping that’s what he wanted.

His eyebrows wiggle.

There’s an emptiness when he pulls back, lucky for you it will be forgotten about in seconds.

He flattens his entire tongue against your pussy and draws up slowly, feeling your every ridge, every grove. The tang of your juices permeates his tastebuds, the scent of your musk growing heavy in his nostrils.

You inhaled, head rolling back, mouth parted. Your lungs were full yet you held the air, your mind focused entirely on him. He lets the moment drag, ensuring to hit every point that lights up each nerve-ending. Dropping his end to the bench, he flicks his tongue over your clit and your lower body tingles with excitement.

He makes a swift return, lips latching onto your clit before he sucks it in.

Your exhale is harsh, the literal sense of him taking your breath away.

“Oh, fuck, Benny.”

Your hands tighten as your body draws in on itself, your legs threatening to give way as his Adam’s apple bobs. He’s pulling you nearer, the pressure of his mouth around your clit growing stronger until it was too much.

You ripped yourself away from him.

Holding onto the bar is what stop you collapsing completely, the vibrations surging through every inch of your body. You allow the moment to pass, sighing as it dissipates, your anger replaced with bliss.

His hand coming up to your side makes you flinch.

Benny is looking pleased for himself, a wide grin, your slick coating his cupid’s bow.

You find yourself laughing, cheeks blushing with the embarrassment of getting him so messy. You pull the cuffs of his hoody over your hands before covering your face. He took the opportunity to worm his way between you and his gym equipment, bringing you close and pressing a kiss on your belly, another on your chest.

“Now…”

You peek over your hands.

“What did I do to deserve that?”

Revealing your face, you bite into your bottom lip.

Why did he have to look at you like that? Like a puppy who knew they were about to be scolded for humping your teddy bear yet again.

“You were kind of,” you clear your throat, “loud getting up.”

“This morning?”

Your expression scrunched.

It clicked.

He hadn’t even thought. It had been a while since he had someone else around, someone who spent more than one night in his bed, who was guaranteed to still be there in the morning. He knocked the wind out of you when he hugged you close.

“I forgot how much our girl needed her beauty sleep.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Our girl.

You ran your fingers through his hair, basking in his comment.

“Though if this happens every time —“

“Aaaand the moment’s ruined.”

[archerlullaby]

There aren’t enough TOTK comes back to the Chain fics out there so I figured I would write one. Hurt/Comfort, some angst, and some self-worth doubts. TOTK Link needs a hug tbh. Also, This is a Zelda slander fic, though I don’t directly hate her she kinda gets on my nerves in totk. MY BOI IS JUST SO TIRED LET HIM SLEEP PLZ.

Weariness and Worth

He was just so damn tired. He tried to be patient. He tried to put on the “Hero Façade”. But his resolve had begun to splinter with each passing moment alongside the princess.

He dragged his feet to the nearest cooking pot as Zelda strode purposefully up the Lookout Landing staircase. As soon as she got her wits about her after falling from the sky, she vehemently insisted that Purah is the first one she needed to see. It had only been a few hours since he had dragged her out of that lake, his body aching from his fight against the literal incarnate of evil, and the first thing she focused on was how she was home. How she needed to talk to Purah. How she needed a change of clothes. How she, who was a dragon for 10,000 years thank you very much, would like a good, hearty, home cooked meal, so Link, could you whip something up while I talk to Purah, please and thank you? He sighed, and all but collapsed at the edge of the fire, eyes starting to close of their own accord. The others in Lookout Landing all but ignored him, the Princess taking up all the attention while she smiled and waved as the individuals around her practically worshiped the ground she walked on.

“You look pretty worn out there son,” the elderly stablemaster chuckled, startling Link out of his stupor. This old man was the only one not rushing to greet the princess, and is instead settled a couple yards away from the cooking pot, his gnarled walking stick leaning against the inside of his knee. Link did his best to give him a smile, but only came up with a strangled-looking grimace. In the very least, he was grateful somebody at least acknowledged him. The stablemaster sighed.

“If only I was younger, maybe I’d have a chance with the young lady. I used to be something of a hero myself back in the day. Now all I got are my horses and these old bones!” He laughed, rapping a knuckle against his knee. “You are one lucky young man!”

Link’s grimace turned into a scowl. Yet again was he fooled into thinking someone cared about him. How naive of him. He stood and turned away from the old man, taking the Purah Pad from his hip. After stoking the fire, he decided on meat and rice balls. However while flicking absentmindedly through the Purah Pad for ingredients, he felt a very deep, sharp ache slam into his ribs. The pain gnawed at him like a wild beast, quickly buckling his knees and knocking the wind out of his lungs as his butt hit the ground. He gingerly felt around his chest, and came to the conclusion that becoming a dragon’s chew toy probably wasn’t the healthiest thing for ribs. He chuckled darkly. At least his shining sense of humor survived. The amusement was short lived, however, and tears pricked the corner of his eyes when he realized he used all his healing potions during the fight against Ganondorf, and that nobody, not even the stablemaster a stride away, cared enough to come to his aid. Everyone was so enthralled with that Princess. He fought the urge to bury his face in his arms and cry because he’s the Hero, the Chosen One, the Sworn Protecter of the Crown. Instead, he gathered himself quietly, stood, clipped the Purah Pad back to his hip, and hobbled out the southern gate without barely a glance towards the gathered crowd.

It had been an hour when he finally stopped walking, or rather, when his legs gave out and he flopped to the grass. The sun was just touching the western edge of the world, dew and darkness creeping into Hyrule Field as crickets began to sing. He knew he should go somewhere safer, somewhere where the wolves and the monsters wouldn’t catch his scent, but he could hardly keep his eyes open, and the smell of the earth and grass was so encompassing that he couldn’t bring himself to care about the danger. So instead, he closed his eyes and peacefully listened to the sounds of the coming night. That is, until his thoughts caught up to him. Coward, they called him. Abandoning duty for some pitiful, self-absorbed notion that he should be recognized, awarded, for accomplishing that for which he was destined to accomplish. These thoughts swirled through his head and screamed in his ears until he thought he would be deafened by the voices themselves.

That is, until the familiar and oh-so-welcome sound of time and space being torn open met his ears. Link blearily stumbled to his feet, and was met with the sight of a portal suspended in air just to his right. It couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be. He’s Link, he doesn’t get this type of fortune in his life. He felt like he could cry as he tripped over his feet and fell just a step away from the entrance, the burn in his side stealing away his breath. He only paused for a moment as he considered what this meant. He would disappear again, the people of Hyrule clueless as to where he went. Zelda clueless as to where he went. He bit back a bitter smile. She’ll just have to find him this time. Perhaps it was cruel, but he found that he couldn’t bring himself to care. So, on his hands and knees he dragged himself to the very edge and lurched through the swirling colors.

It was so warm, so gentle, so peaceful to just lie floating in the darkness. This didn’t feel like the icy cold waters of the shrine of resurrection, nor was it similar to the dark and damp cave he woke up in on the sky islands. No, this felt like a warm, thick wool blanket wrapped itself around his body, a soft embrace. Perhaps it was the downy feathers of the soft bed in Rito Village. Or maybe, Link mused, this was the water bed at the Seabed Inn in the Zora Domain. Sidon had spoke about a warming technology for the beds Kayden was trying to develop. Whatever it was, Link wanted to stay in it forever. Unfortunately, this peace was cut short.

“Cub? Wild, please look at me.” A familiar voice cut through the fog as he started to come around. His body changed from warmth to and almost refreshingly cool, as if aloe had been spread over a burn. A gentle magic encompassed him, one that was similar to Mipha’s, though less like a bubbling stream and more like that of the sun in the deep woods. He sighed, and snuggled further into the comfort that called to him. “Cub. CUB. Link!” Something tickled his nose, and it quickly pulled him away from soft darkness and into an irritating light. He blinked his eyes open all the way and was met with the welcome sight of a face donning a single black mark upon his forehead.

“Twi?” He muttered, voice raspy from lack of use.

“Oh, Wild, what happened to you?” Twilight asked, voice thick with emotion. Wild opened his mouth to reply before Twilight shook his head. “It doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is that you’re okay.”

“Damn right. You fell through that portal and straight into Time’s lap. You’re lucky he wasn’t wearing his armor. You would’ve ended up with a concussion to add to your broken ribs!” Several chuckles came from the group, and a hearty laugh rang from Warriors. Hyrule, with his hands alighted on Wild’s side, looked pleased with his joke. Twilight merely shook his head and brushed his hand through Wild’s bangs. Wild had a thought to bat the hand away, but the worrying felt so good, so needed, that he found himself leaning into the touch, and, as Twilight continued his ministrations, Wild couldn’t help the tears that began to leak from the corner of his eyes for a second time that day. He brushed them away quickly and palmed his eyes.

“Sorry. M’fine,” he said gruffly, “Help me get up please.”

Twilight opened his mouth to protest, but Wild was already trying to shuffle himself out of Time’s lap when large hands, one on his forehead and the other on his shoulder, gently pushed him back down.

“Rest, Wild. You have no need to push yourself now. Your family is here to care for you,” Time’s voice rumbled from his chest, soft but demanding.

“But—”

“No arguing.”

Wild relented, and settled back into Time’s embrace, eyes feeling heavier than he would like to admit. Though despite the welcoming tendrils of sleep that curled around his consciousness, he couldn’t find it within himself to give in, not yet.

“What’s the matter, Cub?” Twilight still knelt next to him and Time while the others had begun to set out their bedrolls. Wild merely shook his head.

“It’s just-” he swallowed, “I’m afraid if I fall asleep, everyone will be gone when I wake up,” he whispered, embarrassment turning his head and closing his eyes so the others couldn’t see his face. “That always happens to me.”

He shouldn’t be saying this. He’s the Hero. The Savior of Hyrule. He doesn’t get to show weakness. Wild doesn’t want to open his eyes and see what surely must be disappointment on Time’s face, or disgust in Twilight’s eyes. Only a gentle warmth along his side breaks him from his thoughts. He looks down hesitantly and is met with the wide eyes of Wind, who has taken residence tucked along Wild’s hip, an arm thrown across his chest. The youngest gave him the biggest smile he could muster.

“It’s okay to be scared. I promise I’ll stay right here until you wake up in the morning. Even if you snore,” Wind said, and snuggled closer into his side. Time shifted, lying down close as Twilight tucks his pelt under Wild’s head.

“We all will,” the eldest reassured. It was only then Wild allowed himself a small smile. The doubts still ate at him, but they were lessening in their ferocity. The tiredness he felt before settled deep in his bones, an exhaustion so deep it slowed his breathing and finally closed his eyes, and finally, finally, he could sleep.

[wisteriasymphony]

Inceldrien!AU - Dead on Arrival

(co-written by @pyrusinc )

DISCLAIMER: offensive and derogatory language, homophobic slurs. These guys are 4channers.

“Fuck you, you— dumb bucket of festering discharge!”

A silence cut through the room, slaughtering the tension with it. As the argument laid dead and bleeding on the floor, Adrien looked into Claudia’s eyes for what might’ve been the first time. 

“…You’ve read Homestuck?” He asked. 

They somehow spoke it in unison: “Past me is the dumbest bucket of festering discharge I ever fell ass backwards into.”

A few more breaths as they studied each other. Then, Adrien sat back down on his couch. He felt like he was going to fall over, maybe even through the floor. Suddenly he had no clue where he was, or what he was doing. And yet he was curious.

“You didn’t tell me you read Homestuck.”

Her tone matched his in its humble honesty. “You never asked,” she confessed, sitting down beside him. “How far along are you?”

For what had to have been a good half an hour, Adrien had the first real conversation in his life about something he was interested in. Gabriel would never really be able to understand half of the things that Adrien could talk about anyways, and it wasn’t like people were ever clamoring for these sorts of opinions from him. All of his accumulated knowledge of Homestuck and MLP and such could only ever be expressed on image boards or forums, and it was only now that he realized it felt so much better to say these things out loud. He was making her laugh—He, Adrien Agreste, was able to make someone laugh from something he said!—and she was responding enthusiastically, like she knew everything he wanted to say before he could even think it himself. He leaned back onto the couch as he kept talking about the best classpects, Claudia would lean back as well and prop up her chin with her hand, and for a moment she even tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and he noticed it as it happened.

 It was only as Adrien reached for his Mountain Dew that he realized just how wrong and stupid and disgusting this was. Why of all things did he have to be enjoying her company? Claudia’s company?

He set down his drink as soon as he picked it up, turning his face away from hers. Adrien didn’t want to make it clear that he was panicking. 

“Get out,” he interrupted in the middle of one of her sentences that he wasn’t even listening to anyways. “You should go.”

Claudia’s words caught in her throat. Goddamn her for letting her guard down, for actually letting herself talk to Adrien. There was no reason to even be upset, and yet there she was, body suddenly numb as she scrambled to figure out just what she said that Adrien was suddenly so mad about. It’s not like she had a reason to care anyways—Why the hell would she ever give a shit about what he felt? It wasn’t like she was having a good time, that simply wasn’t possible. At best, Claudia was humoring that idiot, there was no way she was enjoying herself, there was no way that she found his smile something worth looking at when he talked. Adrien Agreste was the most irritating, pathetic, retarded putrid fuckwad she had ever met in her life. And it was a blessing that he was finally cognizant enough to give her the chance to leave that she’d clearly been itching for, even if it didn’t feel right to stand up after sitting still for all that time. 

So it didn’t catch her off guard. Nor did it hurt.

“Fine,” she spat back, grabbing her things. “I’ll go. You’re an asshole anyways.”

Adrien knew that Claudia could’ve shut the door harder, maybe even slammed it shut. But despite that... it was the loudest he’d ever heard that door get shut in his life. The last echoes of it lingered for hours after she was gone. 

—

There was a certain silence that fell over the places the two would normally argue. The traffic died down significantly over the next week, as if a solemn understanding had somehow made its way through without actually being shared, and the whole site was in an awkward phase of mourning. Claudia stopped posting entirely, and that included her short stories—no creepypastas, no jokes, no snide retellings of conversations. She knew he’d be able to read anything she posted, no matter where it was, and that sucked out all of the joy. Adrien made it clear he didn’t want to hear her thoughts, so she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her share them. Radio silence. 

Adrien would click through every board until his fingers ached. General, Paranormal, Music, Anime, News and Politics—Somewhere there had to be something. The faintest whisper of activity, a muttered comment or snide chatter of her voice, something she would try to hide from him in vain. Adrien couldn't tell exactly why he felt this pain in his chest as his search continued to draw blanks. He felt like shit, but there was no reason for it. No justification for that gnawing, rolling discomfort settling in his stomach that made it impossible for him to focus on himself or even get up from his chair: Adrien had every right to kick her out. He couldn't put a finger on the cause of the pain, but he could put his fingers on his keyboard. And so he continued to look. Not eating, not sleeping. Just searching for something.

Click, click, click. 

He doesn’t want to admit he knows, but he does. Maybe the screen will eventually burn through his retinas and he won’t have to put effort into thinking about why that flash of hurt across her face when her mouth snapped shut mid-sentence wouldn’t exit his mind. Maybe the ache in his fingers will distract from the image of her hands (which had been animatedly gesturing the entire conversation in what can’t be cute, but instead the most annoying thing in the world) suddenly freezing and falling to her lap. Maybe he’ll just die on the spot from all this, and he won’t think about missing her presence. 

He wasn’t going to apologize.

He wasn’t going to apologize.

He wasn’t going to apologize.

intothetrash@aol.com sorry. -a.a. creepytan@aol.com i don’t want to talk to you

Adrien found it hard to look at the screen. It was just an arrangement of pixels. Letting out a sharp breath, his fingers flew to the keys without really even thinking. 

I SHOULD BE THE ONE WHO DOESNT WANT TO FUCKING TALK TO YOU CUNT YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN ACT LIKE THAT?? DO YOU HEAR YOUR STUPID FUCKING SELF?? YOU FUCK WITH ME LIKE THIS ALL THE GODDAMN TIME THIS IS CALLED KARMA YOU DUMB FUCKING SLUT

Delete, delete, delete. The cursor flew back to where it was, erasing everything. Adrien took his hands off the keyboard and clutched his head, sighing as his palms dug into his eyes. 

He didn’t actually think any of that. None of it was true, and he didn’t have it in him to convince himself otherwise. It wasn’t her fault that she made him feel so horrible, even if he wanted to want to feel that way. Adrien just felt so tired staring at the screen, at those seven little words—“I don’t want to talk to you”, so much stupid pain somehow in just seven words!—and he couldn’t understand why, not consciously. In his gut he could feel the reason, though. He did deserve to feel like shit for what he said, and for everything he’d ever said to her. Adrien had called her names, berated and belittled her, insulted her very existence. It was only the crime of causing that distraught look on her face that brought even the notion of wrongdoing to him. Somehow, he’d been horrible to her so many times, and it was all fine? It didn’t mean anything tangible. It was fun.

There was nothing fun about the way the light in her eyes dimmed.

intothetrash@aol.com i deserve that. but you can still talk -a.a. intothetrash@aol.com even if it's not to me. -a.a.

God, as if she needed his fucking permission for shit. Did he really think that everything she did online, anything anyone ever did online, was just for his entertainment? She wrote for herself, damnit, not some greasy failure who thought the world revolved around him just cause his daddy brought home a big paycheck. If she wanted to get off the internet forever, she could, and Adrien wouldn’t be able to do shit about it. Claudia wasn’t just going to give him more of her stuff to look over just because he was so benevolent as to approve it. 

But also, if this was the first time he’d ever apologized for something in his life, Claudia could believe it. When would anybody ever ask for an apology from Adrien Agreste, heir to the multimillion enterprise that was Maison de Mode Gabriel? Claudia couldn’t imagine him in a positon where he was required to repent. Plus, given his caustic personality, it’s not like he’d ever freely debase himself with an apology to any random person… So what did it say about him, about her, that he was willing to reach out on his own like that? Make an entirely new email just to reach out to her?

And, well… what did it say about her that she’d even checked? She rarely used creepytan@aol anymore. How did she know that it was him?

creepytan@aol.com ok

She just wouldn’t think about it too much. Maybe it was sweet, in some twisted way, but that didn’t have to mean something to her. It was nice to just be able to breathe again, to post the next creepypasta she’d been holding onto for a few days now. Claudia knew he’d probably be one of the first to see it, maybe even within seconds, but that wasn’t necessarily a new thing. Obviously Adrien had been stalking through her shit online. That was how their whole shtick went. As she cues up the Paranormal board, Claudia decides she doesn’t care if he sees her talk again. Whether she believes herself is a different story, a story she doesn’t want to listen to. Either way, the boards are revived, and traffic flows once more on those shared spaces. There’s a silent sigh of relief, all in understood unison, by the denizens of those foul internet crannies that the silence was over.

Still, though... something must have happened. It’s unusual for Creepytan and Richfag to not cross paths for this long. Minutes, hours, then days. The concept is unthinkable: They’re practically all over each other, like rabid dogs clamped shut on the other’s tail, running around in circles. They’re both posting, sure, but there’s been no interaction…

File: [wtf.png] CREEPYTAN V RICHFAG LOLFEST DEAD?  Anonymous 02/10/12 No.275607 >bros >wtf happened

[iamthecomet]

Hey spspsps

Imagine this

Mountain grabbing Dew or Rain's face while he's pounding into them, forcing them to look at the both of them in the mirror while growling. "Look at what you're making me do to you, you've made me such a fucking mess." Since he's in the middle of a rut and dew (or rain) ... both? Decided to pay him a visit while dressed in a very very short lil dress thats sparkly

Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahhh.

Dew knew he was going to get something for showing up at Mountain's door like this. Skin tight sparkling dress, half hard cock beneath it on full display. Eyelashes full and dark courtesy of the girls. Soft pink lipstick swept over his lips. He knows how he looks--pretty. Knows how powerless Mountain is to resist him like this. What he didn't account for was the stench of rut pouring from Mountain's room. Damp earth. Sour sweet. Sex. Mountain had reached forward, grabbed Dew by the gaping neckline of the dress and hauled him into his room, slamming the door so hard the windows rattled. Since then, Dew's heard no less than six pops from the seams of the Aurora's dress. His first, and only thought, is that she is going to kill him. Mountain is going to ruin this dress--and Dew is going to end up buried in the backyard. It's also the last thought Dew has for a while. Mountain doesn't waste any time shoving him to the ground in front of the mirror hanging on his closet door. He rucks the dress up, spits on his own fingers, and then shoves two of them deep into Dew with little warning. The sound Mountain makes when he realizes Dew is already prepped and ready for him makes something in Dew's bones ache. After that--Dew forgets how to think about anything other than sensation. Mountain's fingers fucking into him roughly, dragging over his prostate as he grinds his dick into the small swell of Dew's ass. Dew looks up, meets Mountain's eyes in the mirror. He opens his mouth to say something--to tell Mountain he's ready maybe. "Shut up," Mountain growls. He grabs a fistful of the dress--bunched up on the small of Dew's back and yanks. And Dew wants to tell him to be careful for his sake, but he can't. His tongue won't form the words and he doesn't really want it anyway. He's adrift on the scent of Mountain's pheromones. On how small he feels pinned in Mountain's hands. He tips his head forward, a curtain of hair falling down around his face. Mountain scissors his fingers and Dew whines. He's ready when Mountain decides he is--Dew has no sense of how long that takes anymore. He's been floating on the harsh sensation of Mountain fingering him open. On the rough drag of his fingers over Dew's prostate. On the way Mountain clings to this sparkly dress like it's the only thing keeping them both tethered to the ground. The press of the blunt head of Mountain's cock against him wakes him up though. He drags his eyes upward, looks at himself in the mirror. His face is flushed red, shiny with sweat. Lipstick smeared in the corner of his mouth. The space under his eyes already smudged black from the mascara. One of the skinny straps of the dress has slipped down Dew's shoulder, dropping the neckline just enough to reveal a pale pink nipple, and the sliver ring through it. He looks debauched--used--and Mountain hasn't even stuck his dick in him yet. The dress is tucked up high enough now that Dew sees his cock kick the mirror. It hangs heavy between his legs. Red and dripping pre onto the floor. He aches from lack of stimulation, but that's quickly outweighed when Mountain pushes inside of him. Dew keens. He flexes his fingers on the floor and tries to find something to grab onto. Mountain bottoms out in one slow thrust that has him tipping his head back and growling. Dew drags his eyes away from his own ruined face and up to Mountain. He's naked now--Dew doesn't know when that happened. Golden hued skin damp with sweat. Dew watches the muscles in Mountain's stomach flex as he pulls back.

The force of his next thrust cracks Dew's forehead off of the mirror. Dew barely feels it. To wrapped up in the sudden rough pace Mountain's setting. He whines, and Mountain hauls him up. Cups one hand around his middle and the other under his jaw. Dew holds onto him, one hand locked onto each of Mountain's forearms like that's going to ground him somehow. He has no leverage, no way to push back to grind against him. He can only take it. He never wants it to end.

Dew has never felt smaller. More breakable than this. Mountain fucks into him with hard measured thrusts and Dew can't think about anything except the drag of Mountain's cock over his prostate, or the way his pre is soaking into Aurora's dress. Mountain thumbs over Dew's exposed nipple and Dew goes lax in his arms, head tipping back against Mountain's shoulder. Each thrust punching little whines from Dew's lungs. With the other hand Mountain grips Dew's jaw hard, and pulls his head up holds it still. "Look at you," Mountain rumbles in Dew's ear. "Look what you're making me do to you. You've made me such a fucking mess." Dew's looking. Looking at the mascara tracks running down his face. The lipstick mostly gone except where it's smeared on his chin. Looking at the way Mountain's hair is plastered to his forehead. At the deep blush on his cheeks. He's looking at how small he looks pressed against Mountain's broad frame like this.

"Touch me," Dew begs, "please." "Touch yourself if you want to cum so badly," Mountain growls, turning his head to bite harshly at the shell of Dew's ear. "But we're not done until I am."

[billycorn]

Patchwork: Chapter 5 - Waltzing

An Explorers of Sky au following the Hero is Darkrai theory, but after the events at Temporal Tower Darkrai returns to Treasure Town in an effort to prevent his inevitable corruption. Read Previous Chapter Here!

Here comes the boi~

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Jasper was running again. Across endless plains, flowing grasses grabbing at his feet, trying to catch him. Sun bearing down, its heat coursing through his veins. The ground was uneven, and Jasper's feet kept slipping. It was like everything was trying to bring him to a crashing halt, all for the lion which chased him. Yet, even as he fell, Jasper knew the beast wouldn't catch him; not tonight.

Jolting awake, Jasper's eyes snapped open. They were at the Shaymin village. By the time they descended the mountain yesterday, night was falling, and they were exhausted. Thankfully, the Shaymin had several huts set apart for visitors. It was plain, but it had beds, four walls and a roof. Sometimes, that's all you can ask for.

A strange noise reached Jasper's ears. His brows furrowed and he scanned the room carefully. Buia was sound asleep in a bed beside him, curled backwards on herself. How she slept like that, Jasper would never know.

The noise came again, a pained groaning from across the room. It was coming from Patch. Seems like Jasper wasn't the only one fighting nightmares. The Darkrai was tossing about, hands clenched. Patch grunted and muttered in his sleep. Jasper managed to pick out a few words.

"Back. Come back."

Jasper walked from the hut, leaving Patch to his nightmares.

Outside, the morning sun was shimmering on the horizon. It was pink and orange and gold, pouring out across the land. The grass underfoot was wet with dew and a morning mist hung in the air.

Jasper stretched his tired muscles, aching all over. He watched the sunrise. By now, he'd seen it countless times, but it always made his heart lurch. Something deep in him worried that one day it just wouldn’t come back. Perhaps his lost memories of the dark future still pulled at him.

Lost in thought, Jasper didn't notice Patch floating beside him. The Darkrai was eerily silent, and he offered no greetings. Together, they watched the sunrise.

Eventually, Buia woke and joined them noisily, like a brick smashing through glass. Though, Jasper wasn't thrown off. He smiled at the sight of his partner. Patch couldn't help but wonder at the fondness between the pair. That they were so close is a good thing, right?

After a hearty breakfast, the trio said their goodbyes to the village and returned to Treasure Town. The flight back was much more relaxed. Thankfully, Jasper drifted on the winds, Buia hanging from his talons, instead of racing away. Patch flew alongside them, chatting with Buia.

As the sun reached its zenith, Treasure Town came into view, and they descended upon their home. They landed by the crossroad and Buia stretched noisily.

"Dang, that was a long flight!"

"You're telling me," grumbled Jasper, flexing his cramping talons.

Patch smoothed down the scarf on his arm; it had nearly blown away once or twice on the flight. "So, what now?"

Buia headed for town. "I wanna swing by home, real quick. After, maybe we can take a job nearby?"

Treasure Town was lively that day. Everyone was out and about, enjoying the beautiful weather. They had hardly a care in the world. Clearly, they were unaware of just who had returned to town that morning.

Passing down the main street, Buia called greetings and waved to several friends, but as they left town and came to Sharpedo Bluff, her enthusiasm fell. There, standing by the edge of the cliff, arms folded and staring out over the sea, was Dusknoir. His back was wide open.

Buia charged, yelling and leaping. Dusknoir turned, a curious expression on his face. Buia's feet slammed into his gut, pushing him off the cliff and... nothing happened.

Dusknoir clutched at his stomach, groaning. He hovered in the open air.

Buia glared. "You were supposed to fall."

Sucking in air, Dusknoir pulled himself upright and moved back onto land. "Sorry to disappoint. Did Celebi and Forrest not explain my change of heart?""

Buia crossed her arms. "They did. I still wanna beat you up, though."

"Understandable. Perhaps we could spar sometime?"

"I'm free this afternoon."

Dusknoir nodded. "Jasper, what of you? Do you also wish to, how do the kids say, throw hands?"

Jasper was frozen. The words were caught in his throat, and when he forced them out, they were too weak to hear. "N-no," he repeated, firmer this time.

Dusknoir nodded. "Then, I shall make amends a different way. Also, regardless of your team's feelings for me, I must thank you for looking after my son."

Buia's jaw dropped. "Huh?"

Dusknoir spread his arms wide. "Patch, my boy, it is good to see you again."

At this moment, Buia went ballistic. She screamed words I am unable to repeat here. So, just use your imagination. If you learned you'd taken in the son of your arch enemy, how would you feel?

Of course, Buia didn't yet know, the son of her arch enemy had been around much longer than Patch had. Patch and Jasper being the same person means Jasper is Dusknoir’s son, whether he remembers it or not. Dusknoir had sworn the others to secrecy, at least until Dusknoir could talk to Patch.

A human boy brought to the Pokemon world. After an incident turned him into Darkrai, he caused the planet's paralysis and forced Dusknoir to act upon the primal instinct to survive. Not knowing this, a younger version of Patch, that is, Jasper, met Forrest and Celebi, and set out to restore the future. Thereby resulting in the story, you know and love.

Since being thwarted by his past self, Patch had taken a new name and come to Treasure Town. He was determined to prevent Jasper's inevitable corruption, and transformation into Darkrai. If Patch failed, it may begin a cycle of planetary paralysis, and pain, that would never end.

Patch had screwed up the first time around. He wouldn't let Jasper make the same mistakes. Then, when all this was done, Celebi would destroy Patch, and things would be as they should. This explanation may seem redundant, but hey, you’re not the narrator, so back off!

Patch stood deathly still, staring at his surrogate father. "How did you find me?"

Dusknoir folded his hands. "A mutual friend."

Celebi. That snitch! When Patch got his hands on her, he would-

"Wait, wait, wait!" Buia yelled, waving her paws wildly. "Time out! Patch is your son?"

Dusknoir nodded.

"Then, everything you did was because you didn't want Patch to disappear?"

Dusknoir stared directly at Patch and nodded again. It wasn't the truth, but it made Dusknoir feel better to believe it.

Buia's arms fell, and she moved to stand beside Jasper, leaning against him. "I guess... I can understand that."

Dusknoir smiled weakly at Buia. "I am truly sorry for everything."

Jasper's feathers stood on end, and he stalked towards the old ghost. "For everything? For deceiving us? For trying to kill us? FOR PRETENDING TO CARE?!"

Something stabbed at Jasper's heart, and he couldn't keep the disgust from his face. His memories robbed from him; Jasper didn't know that Dusknoir was once his beloved father. Didn't know the ghost had been robbed of free will. Didn't know that Dusknoir really did care.

"Get lost. Take your apologies with you." Jasper made for the stairs, disappearing inside the bluff.

Tears sprung to Buia's eyes. She glanced at Patch and Dusknoir, scoffing. "You two should go. I'll come find you later.” Buia raced after her partner.

Inside the bluff, Jasper was pacing, his eyes narrowed dangerously. He muttered under his breath. Buia's heart broke at the sight. In all their time together, she had never seen him like this. "Jay?"

"He really thinks he can come waltzing back? Like nothing happened! I don't care how good his reasons were! If he wants to be happy, he can do it away from us."

"Jasper."

He threw his wings in the air. "He came back for Patch, right? Not us? Good! They can both leave and things can go back to how they were!"

Buia knelt in front of Jasper, holding his wings gently. "Hey, hey, look at me. It's okay. We're okay. He's not gonna hurt us again."

Jasper trembled, tears stinging his eyes. "S-sorry. I'm sorry." Breaking free of her grip, he turned away, wiping at his eyes. "Sorry. Just, give me a moment." He coughed to clear his throat, but it couldn't hide his broken sobs.

Buia didn't know what to do. Not in the Dark Future. Not against Primal Dialga: Buia had never seen Jasper like this. She reached for him, but when her paw landed on his back, Jasper flinched away. She sat, helplessly watching her partner cry, while he pretended she wasn't there.

Meanwhile, Patch and Dusknoir had cut across the waves, drifting over to the beach. Patch grabbed a stick and drew idly in the sand.

"So, have you been well?"

Patch quirked a brow. "Really? That's where you want to start?"

Sighing, Dusknoir dropped slowly, to rest upon the sand. "What would you like me to say?"

Patch shrugged and dropped his stick. "I don't know." Moving to sit beside his dad, Patch stared out at the horizon. "Celebi said you were looking for me in the future. What were you gonna say if you found me there?"

"I'm sorry."

Patch's head whipped around to stare at Dusknoir in disbelief. "What?"

"I wanted to tell you I'm sorry. That you're still my son. And I love you."

Patch's gaze returned to the horizon. "My dad is dead."

Dusknoir nodded. "That may be so, but you are my son."

"Jasper is your son."

"Are you not Jasper?"

"No. Not anymore."

Standing, Dusknoir rubbed at his chin and floated in a slow circle around the Darkrai. "Strange. You look like Jasper."

"I'm literally a different species."

"You sound like my boy. Talk like him, too. Are you sure you're not my son?"

Patch nearly snapped a response, but Dusknoir interrupted. "Don't answer yet! Take some time to think it over. Then, let me know. In the meantime, could I ask for a hug?"

Patch's voice caught in his throat, so he pushed himself to his feet and wrapped his arms around Dusknoir's shoulders. Dusknoir laughed and held him tight.

The Dusknoir from Patch's time was long gone. This Dusknoir hadn't even recognised Patch when he first appeared. Yet, Patch knew these arms. This embrace; soft, strong, safe. Yes, Patch had forgotten after so long, but he knew these arms, knew this feeling. Patch's breath rattled in his chest and he tightened his grip.

Dusknoir smiled. "I've missed you terribly."

[ghoulangerlee]

t4t copiaether agenda with one of the prompts from that list i reblogged bc this is For Myself :) self care and self love etc etc etc

still set in the same verse where Copia, Aether and Dew are in love and together, immediately post tour when Copia and Dew return to their boy :) (tho not canon with the two fics I wrote on AO3......or is it? Aether's magic bits)

cw for overstimulation and crying but in a sexy way :)

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.”

-

Aether's chest heaves against Copia's ear—he's taking a moment, just one, to lean in close, to listen to the ghoul's steady and strong, rapid heartbeat, settling into the mindset of he's here, we're here, I'm never leaving him again.

"Love," Aether mumbles, slurs out as a hand comes up to pet through Copia's hair, blunt and human nails scratching against his scalp, "You okay?"

Copia hums softly, leaning up into Aether's touch, lifting his head just enough so he can gaze at the love struck, cock drunk look on Aether's face. "Perfect," he says, stretching his way up over Aether so he can press a kiss to his lips, the movement of it all shifting his cock in a way that has Aether's fingers tightening in his hair and his other hand scrabbling for purchase against the mussed sheets of the bed.

A moan, from one of them or both, neither are sure, but when Copia breaks from the kiss, there's a glazed look in Aether's eyes, pupils swallowing up the iris until only black remains. "I love you," he says, the words falling from his lips—but before Aether's able to answer, to draw Copia into another kiss, he's pulling away, settling back on his knees.

Copia's cock, one of the many things that Aether loves about him, is something that had been lovingly picked out, something that Aether had chosen to try—a perfect fit, not too long but thick enough that if Aether wants to feel the ache of it, he will.

And while Copia has plenty of different ones to choose from, they always settle on that one; it's something horrifically romantic and it never fails to make Dew roll his eyes and tease Aether about never wanting to branch out.

It doesn't matter, though, because it's special to Copia in the same way he'd gotten a special harness, just for that one, one that Aether's developed a response to—a dark purple leather that's soft to the touch, sturdy so when Aether's feeling particularly controlling, he can grip onto the straps and guide Copia just how he wants him.

It's the same one now that Aether can feel against his inner thighs each time Copia fucks back into him, soft, skin warmed leather pressing deep brands into him with each low grunt the movement pulls out of him.

Copia only ever really teases Dew unless Aether specifically asks for it, a song and dance that they've had years to perfect; but even now this feels like teasing because Aether's so out of his mind with it that he's not sure if he wants to come only on Copia's cock or if he wants help.

He whines when Copia presses in close, grinds into him deep and filthy with a steady roll of his hips—a choked sound leaves his mouth then, his cock pressing just right enough for him to—

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.”

Copia laughs, a breathless sound that drives another spike of arousal through Aether, "Are you going to come like that if I do?" He asks, though he's so good and complies, keeps grinding his cock against that spot inside Aether that has him squirming on the bed, trying to chase the feeling of it.

"Uh huh," Aether manages to spit out as he tosses his head back and grips tightly onto Copia's thigh, working his fingers under the harness so he can keep Copia right where he wants him. "Uh huh," he repeats, his breath whooshing out of him in one fell swoop as he feels it crest, that low simmer in his veins turning into a bright explosion behind his eyelids as his eyes slam closed and he clenches up tight around Copia's cock, breathlessly pleading for Copia to keep moving.

And he does, he listens and settles a hand on Aether's shaking thigh, keeping him from closing them as he continues grinding into him until Aether's whimpering, letting go of him all at once to cover his own face with both of his hands.

It's only when Copia notices that Aether's shaking does he actually stop, not quite pulling out just yet as he settles his weight on Aether to help ground him.

"You did so well," he murmurs against Aether's hand covering his face, pressing kisses across his knuckles, "Letting me give you what you wanted," he continues, before he's gently prying Aether's hands away, "There you are," he says sweetly, pressing their mouths together in a brief kiss—he doesn't call attention to the wetness of Aether's eyes, feels his own emotions bubble up in him as the months spent apart melt away into nothingness now that he's finally got Aether again.

"I love you," Aether says, voice shaky, "I missed you, I'm glad you're home." His arms wrap around Copia, holding him tightly.

Copia sinks into the embrace, pressing another kiss to Aether's mouth, sweet and light, "I love you too, I'll never leave you again," he promises in the low light of their bedroom, resting their foreheads together.

Aether makes a soft noise, hands splayed across Copia's lower back, in the back of his mind he knows that Copia's finally home for good, but hearing it said, makes the remaining anxiety in his mind disapate.

"Dew's going to be obnoxious about this," Aether mumbles with a little laugh as he feels Copia gently wipe away his tears. "You know how he likes being here whenever I cry."

Copia snorts softly, nuzzling his nose against Aether's, "I'll fuck him to tears too if he starts teasing you about it," he mumbles, and Aether laughs again, sliding his hands up Copia's back to cup the back of his head.

"Easy now," Aether murmurs, "None of that, you're being good for me right now, aren't you, darling?"

Something in Copia shudders a bit and he nods, eyes fluttering, "I am," he mumbles, accepting the kiss that Aether presses to his mouth.

"Good," Aether praises him, sinking his fingers into Copia's hair, "Give me a few minutes and I'll reward your thoughtfulness and focus on me," he purrs, pulling him in for another kiss, this one slower and longer, deeper as Aether licks his way into Copia's mouth.

"Yeah, okay," Copia mumbles a bit dumbly when they part, exhaling soft, shuddering breaths. "I'm all yours."

Aether laughs and pets his fingers against Copia's scalp, "Yeah, you are." he teases, pulling Copia down to rest his head back against his chest, just over where his heart beats loud and steady in his chest.

[thelampisaflashlight]

I Have Chosen To Forget

[Dew meets Aether. Aether treats him like an aggressive kitten. A slight warning for some violence in the beginning.] Below the cut.

Dew can recall the night he met Aether for the first time... only vaguely.

So he says.

His elements had been slammed out of sync during a fight with Alpha, one that had started off innocently enough... 

Until a strike to his abdomen sent an unnaturally sharp spike of pain through his body.

He’d recoiled harshly, winding himself just trying to regain his footing.

Unable to do so, he’d found himself gasping for air, the pain practically electrocuting him with every inhale, but, even then, Alpha hadn’t stopped hitting him.

Play fighting, usually a fun, bonding experience between pack members, had turned into something more sinister the moment Dew hit the ground.

Some ghouls have a strong prey drive, and, unknowingly, he’d activated Alpha’s by landing belly up on the ground.

A submissive action, leaving him open for attack.

Everything from that point on was a blur.

Ifrit scrambling to get him, dragging him up and away from Alpha’s claws and teeth.

Mist crouching to knock Alpha off his footing.

Omega assisting in grappling the rage drunk fire ghoul to the ground.

Another ghoul, one whose name eludes him now, helping Ifrit keep Dew from wriggling free in spite of them trying to help.

It all goes quiet after that.

And when he comes around again, he’s in bed.

A bed.

Not his bed.

The room he’s in stinks of chemical cleaners and the most overly saturated artificial lavender, and his chest still hurts like a motherfucker.

He opens his mouth to curse, but all that comes out is a lost little cry.

He chirps and chatters warily, like a kit separated from its minders and tries to climb out of the bed, but finds his legs weak and uncoordinated.

He falls.

Lands on the floor with the least dignified yelp possible.

And that’s where Aether finds him.

Struggling on the ground, feeling out of sorts and scared.

Defenseless.

Weak.

And Aether tries to help him up.

He doesn’t get the chance.

When Dew says he doesn’t remember that night well, or lies and says he doesn’t remember at all, it’s out of shame.

Not for being injured, but for how he reacted in that moment to the other’s presence, because-

Dew bites him.

He bites him hard.

Locks his jaw around his wrist and sinks his teeth in.

It’s completely on impulse.

His brain is still convinced he’s in a fight, and his chest still hurts and-

“Stop that.”

Aether’s thumb and forefinger pinch Dew’s nose shut and he has to pull away to breathe, and in the seconds it takes for Dew to do that, Aether has let go and manhandled him like an angry cat back onto the bed.

“That wasn’t very nice.” the larger ghoul scolds, his wound already sealing itself back up, “Be good, alright?”

Dew shrinks back into the covers and hisses weakly.

“You sound like a broken air pump, just calm your tits, damn.”

Dew tries to swat at him, but Aether just puts a hand on his chest and pins him down completely.

This was...

It was...

It was fucking embarrassing, okay?

He doesn’t need to remember that kind of thing!

[sentientgolfball]

How about “I’m bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will.” with Swiss and Dew!

ok this was actually so cute ough this is like EARLY prequelle so Swiss is referred to as Multi :3

Send a prompt and a pair!

“He hates me,” Dew groans, bursting into Mountain’s room. 

“Hello to you too Dewdrop,” Mountain laughs, turning the page of his book. 

“You’re laughing? The new summon hates me and you’re laughing?” He flops onto his bed with a dramatic sigh. 

“Dewbug. My love. Who hates you?” 

“Multi!”

“Multi? What do you mean he hates you? I can literally see the hearts in his eyes when he stares at you.” 

Dew groans again. He reaches into his pocket, silently tossing it at Mountain while he keeps his face firmly planted into the mattress. Mountain rolls his eyes, picking up the phone and unlocking it with practiced ease. It immediately opens to a text thread with Multi. He scrolls through, skimming over the messages to find what Dew is talking about. All he finds are Dew answering questions about life Topside, Dew telling him where he is, a few sexts which Mountain makes a mental note of, and a question about Mountain’s favorite flower which he pretends not to see. 

“I’m confused,” he tosses the phone back at Dew, “what’s the problem here?” 

“He doesn’t wanna talk to me.” He rolls over so he’s laying on his back. 

“Did you go see Chain? I told you to stop smoking with him, you know he gets his stuff from Pebble.” 

“I’m not high you bastard.” 

“Then I have no idea what’s wrong with you.” 

“I already told you!” 

“Okay,” he sighs, “walk me through what’s going on in that little head of yours.” 

“Fine. But don’t laugh at me.” 

“I would never.”

“Aether said the same thing and now I’m here so…” 

“Dew.” 

“…yeah okay. So you looked at all the messages?” 

Mountain nods, humming in response. 

“Right yeah so did you notice anything?” 

“Besides you begging to suck his dick? No nothing.” 

“Mount!”

“Sorry.” 

Dew sighs, “He never texts me first.” 

Mountain has to bite his tongue to stop himself from laughing. He clears his throat, “Come again?” 

“Seriously you too?” 

“No, I'm sorry. Continue.” He smiles. 

Dew glares, “am I being too forward? I don’t exactly know what element he was raised in so I can’t do this the normal way.” 

“Do what?” Mountain tilts his head. 

“I don’t know! Show him that he's cool…I guess?” 

“So it wasn’t just Aether. You’re just bad at this in general huh.” 

“Fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.” 

“I’ve been here longer than you!” 

Dew grumbles, standing off the bed and stomping to the door, “Thank you for nothing dirt boy.” 

He slams the door when he leaves. Mountain shakes his head with a smile before grabbing his own phone from his nightstand. He opens his thread with Aether. 

So I hear your mate has a crush on the new guy? 

Dew decides to spend the rest of the day in the practice room. They’re still a ways away from tour so he shouldn’t be bothered. All the new summons are still in their learning phase so if anyone does come in they’ll more than likely head to one of the smaller, private rooms on the side. He figures trying to learn one of the stupid solos the stupid Cardinal wrote for him will take his mind off of his weird feelings. If not, he’ll go to Mist and have her smack some sense into him. He’d rather not have to go that far though. 

He loses track of time as he plays, fingers flying over the fretboard as he works on Faith. He may not be a fire ghoul yet, but his deadline is quickly approaching. He might as well know at least a little before he changes. He pushes himself until his body hurts, fingers sore from the repetition and shoulders aching from the weight of the fantomen. He plays as far into the song as he can one last time before calling it quits, putting the guitar back in its rack and sitting on the amp. He stretches his hand, wincing at how stiff it feels. 

“You alright?” 

Dew yelps at the voice that rumbles out so close to his ear. He nearly falls off the amp, but two large hands grab him. 

“Sorry,” Multi laughs, “didn’t mean to scare ya.” 

“When did you get in here?” 

“A while ago,” he shrugs, “you sounded really good.” 

Dew blinks a few times. He hadn’t noticed anyone around him. Hadn’t even seen the door open. 

“How did you?” 

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” Multi laughs. 

Dew pockets that for later, bound and determined to figure out what the fuck he could possibly mean. Instead he focuses on what’s in front of him. Multi. His amber and incense scent is so strong when he’s so close. It makes Dew’s stomach knot, tail flicking behind him. 

“Was there,” Dew pauses to clear his throat, “was there something you needed?” 

“Oh! Yeah uh I was looking for you and Mountain said you’d probably be here. Hadn’t heard from you all day and I was worried.” 

Dew furrows his brow, “You could’ve texted me.” 

Multi looks away, uncharacteristically sheepish, “I uh…I don’t know how.” 

Dew blinks slowly, “huh?” 

“I don’t know how. To text.” 

“Bullshit we do it all the time!” 

“Yeah! That’s because I click on the thing whenever I see your name! I don’t know how to do it any other way! So I always wait for you.” 

Dew stares at him for a moment before bursting out laughing. 

“What? What’s so funny?” Multi furrows his brow. 

“Nothing nothing,” Dew shakes his head, “just…here give me your phone.” 

He still looks confused, but he hands it over to Dew. 

“Damn default lockscreen. Let’s change that.” He opens the camera app and hooks and arm around Multi’s neck, bringing him into frame. 

“Smile,” Dew says, looking at their image in the camera. 

Multi shrugs, bewilderment momentarily dropping off of his face as he flashes his fangs. Dew takes the picture, humming approval as he sets it as his lockscreen. 

“That’s not gonna steal my soul is it?” 

“No it won’t steal your soul. It’s just for fun, here look.” Dew holds it up so he can see their picture. 

Multi smiles at the sight of them together, a moment captured in time. 

“Now whenever you open your phone you’ll get to see this lovely face.” 

“Now,” Dew continues, “this is how you can text me.” 

He makes sure Multi is watching before he taps on the icon. Their thread is already pulled up when he opens it. 

“Oh,” he says flatly, a hint of embarrassment tinging his word. 

“Yeah oh. Don’t worry about it, it took Mountain ages to even learn how to unlock his phone.” 

“Really?” He laughs. 

“Yes really. I’m surprised he even knows how to use it. Don’t tell him I said that.” 

The two spend a bit more time in the practice, squished close together while Dew shows him all the things his phone can do. They take a lot more pictures, download a few apps, and change everyone’s contact names. They had back to the den hand in hand when they’re done. Dew can feel Multi’s hand warm, fire soothing the ache in his fingers from earlier. He doesn’t acknowledge it, instead, he twines their tails together, keeping him close while they walk. 

[pascalsimp1479]

You're my ass

Javier Peña x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, mentions of murder

Description: Javi witnessed something he'd rather forget and said some things he'd rather take back. now he's just trying to make up for it. No mentions of y/n

Word count: 2.5k words

“Hola mi amor.” Javi greeted you with a tender kiss on your cheek. 

“Hey.” You smiled as you joined him at his desk “got one of those for me?” You gestured to the crowd, cigarette in his hand. He handed you the one already lit before lighting his own.

“Are you finished for the day?” He asks with the dumb  smile only you got to see.

“Yup, I was thinking I could head to the store and get some things for a good meal. What do you say?” You lean over his desk revealing just slightly too much of your chest, your outfit was practical for work l but you loved teasing Javi at work, it always made him so desperate for you. He never complained either.

“Is the meal really necessary? I have one right here.” He bit his bottom lip as his eyes scanned your body, fixing indefinitely to your chest.

“How does Arepas sound?” You blush as he takes your hand and plays with your fingers 

“Whatever you want, baby, I just have to go with Carrillo to hunt down some of Pablo’s spies later on.” He said taking a long drag of his cigarette.

“Okay then, but make sure you’re careful, last time i was in that area was to clean up the mess of another narcos shootout.” You say in a worried tone, ever since Carrillo had returned police and the neighbouring cartel had been having shootouts all around the city and every time Javier returned even the slightest bit late your mind always assumed the worse.

“¿no te preocupes estaré bien? I’ll be fine.” He smiled

“I know but promise me you won’t make any ‘heroic decisions’” 

“Baby, when have I ever done that?” He smirked sarcastically 

“¿sabes que el sarcasmo te pone como un idiota? You know sarcasm makes you sound like an ass.” You joke as you walk away.

“You know you love me.” He yelled 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” 

……..

You loved cooking colombian dishes, they were far better than anything you had ever made back in the states. Once the government got closer to Escobar and realised that the Us government were actually a big help, you were assigned to the DEA and that's when you met him. You were paired with agent Peña and Murphy on day to watch a suspected deal go down, you had taken shifts in watching in pairs while the other slept and to pass the time Javier tried and somewhat managed to teach you some spanish, it wasn’t perfect but it got you alot further then if you could only say hello and thank you. 

And after weeks of trying your best not to fall for his charm like pretty much every other girl in Bogotá, you finally succumbed. But unlike with every other girl Javier was crazy about you and he could never understand why, all he knew was that his body craved you and his mind longed for you. And that's what made him stay, he was yours and you were his.

It was about 8:30 that night when Javi burst through the apartment door, slamming it behind him as he threw his badge and keys on the counter top. He didn’t stop to kiss your cheek or steal the food that was being prepared. He took a bottle of bourbon and hid on the balcony, ignoring your existence and lighting a cigarette.

“Javi? Is everything okay?” You put down the food and follow him outside. He didn’t say anything, he kept his eyes on the city and took a drink from his glass. “The food is almost ready.” You add hoping to get an answer, to which he just continued to drink. “¿javi estas bien, que paso? Javi, are you okay, what happened?” 

“I’m fine” he said quietly, visibly annoyed 

“The food is ready” you repeat again

“¿No tengo hambre, está bien, por el amor de Dios, déjame en paz, mujer?” He shouted, throwing his cigarette off the balcony.

“You no I can’t understand you when you shout. Don’t fucking start. I spent hours making all this.” You yell back

“I said just leave me the fuck alone, i’m not hungry.” He huffed and then looked away and lit another cigarette.

“¿Vete a la mierda entonces? Fuck you then” you say leaving him to the balcony to continue his sulk. You spent the rest of the night in silence, watching him sit on the balcony as you ate, you could tell whatever job he had with Carrillo had really gotten to him. He never liked to talk about what he did with Carrillo but word travels round the office. You want Javi to know he could talk to you, but because of the way he spoke to you, your stubbornness made you give him the silent treatment. It was around 4am when you felt another body enter the bed, you turned over and pretend to be asleep until you felt his arms wrap around your waist and lips press into you neck.

“Is this your way of apologising?” You pull away and turn to him.

“¿Lo lamento? I’m sorry.” He said, his tone sounding genuine 

“What happened out there?” You ask

“It doesn’t matter.” He rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling 

“It obviously does if its making you act like this.” You say resting on his chest 

“I promise I’m fine ¿no volverá a suceder? It won’t happen again” his kissed your head and wrapped his arm around you.

“¿Javi por favor dime, estoy aquí para ti? Javi please tell me, i'm here for you” you gazed into his big brown eyes giving your best puppy dog look , he sighed and began to open up.

“We rounded up some of the spies Pablo had been using to get theough the city ¿Ellos donde solo niños realmente? They where just kids really” he gluped and gripped your shoulder tightly 

“What happened, its okay.” You encouraged him

“One of the kids tried to mouth off on us. Carrillo held his gun out to one of them, thought he was just gonna   threaten him. He just pulled the trigger. Didn’t even think about it.” His breath hitched slightly 

“¿que haces? What did you do?” 

“Nothing, that's the problem, i just stood and watched” he sighed “and it makes me wonder, are we actually on the good team.” You look at him concerned, you never knew he was bottling this up

“Mi amour, of course we are. Carrillo shouldn’t have done that. He’s let his hatred for Escobar get too far.” You say kissing his cheek

“It will probably get swept under the rug.” He says 

“You have to tell me when these things bother you, its not good to bottle it up.”

“I know” he grips your waist

“¿lo digo en serio Javier? I mean it Javier” you look at him sterlny hopi g to avoid issues like this in the future. He just smiles and tumbs your cheek. “Have you eaten?” You say with a smile

“I told you baby, you’re all the food I need.” He began kissing an nibbling at your neck causing you to let out a giggle and a sigh of pleasure. You spun yourself around, straddling his waist and locking it in with your thighs. His hands began to play with the fat of your ass as you began rocking yourself against him, kissing his neck. He welcomed this touch by helping set the pace with his arms

“Fuck baby feels so good” he purred, he slifterd you shirt over you head and began kneeding your boobs, pinching the nipples. He sat up so he could lavish your chest in kisses as you continued to grind on him, the slick beginning to soak through your pantys and onto his boxer shorts. “You gonna let me taste you?” He smirked as he pinned you under him.

He slid his hand down your abdomen using his thumb to tapp delicately over your clothed cunteasing you.

“Javi please i need you.” You whimpered 

“Need what? Tell me” he asked

“You, touch me please” you begged 

“¿si eso es lo que quieres bebe? If thats what you want baby” you lifted your waist allowing him to pull the panties of, then he began his work. He kept his hands gripping on your thighs, parting your legs allowing him to leave a trail of kisses to you sweet spot where he stopped for a moment to make sure you were looking so he could watch your face when he licked that first stripe up your cunt.

“Fuck” you twitched at the sensation of him tucking in, tounge fucking you, the vibrations of his groans adding to the pleasure. He licked and sucked at your clit, he kept pressure on your thighs knowing you would often squeeze them together at the overstimulation he brought you. His movements caused a sensation of reactions throughout you body, coils tightening and loosening dieing to reach the feel of release tightening at the sensation of his tongue pushing its way into you. He pulled back for a moment to the admire the wetness he had created, still keeping his fingers circulating around your clit. “Fuck baby, got you all wet you gonna cum for me?” 

“Sí, Sí Javi” you groaned “¿tócame más por favor? Touch me more please.” You grinded into his touch, whimpering as you felt him dive in again. You could feel the knot beginning to loosen as he worked, you snake your hand through his thick dark hair pushing him In further.

“You gonna cum huh?” He mumbled between your folds

“Sí, sí fuck!” You cry as your body releases the knot and your body relaxes around you, with javi’s tongue making sure he gets you to completion.

“God damn baby” Javi smiles and sits up admiring the state he had left you, licking his fingers clean “¿Tan dulce? So sweet” you sit up on your elbows admiring the man man knelt infront of you, before you lean forward trailing your hand along the ever growing bulge of his boxers.

“Are you going to let me have my dessert?” You ask

“Be my guest.” He smirked. You continued your approach, pulling down his boxers and discarding them easily. You take him into his hand and pump him while you press kisses along his pelvis. You kiss his shaft moving upwards towards his tip, he releases a sigh of pleasure as your tongue edges around him. You carry this on for a while, enough to frustrate him., he grabs your chin and pushes his thumb into your mouth to which you began to suck on.

“¿No seas tan molesto bebé? Don’t be such a tease baby.” He bit his bottom lip as you released his thumb with a pop and moved towards his cock. You wrap your hand around his base and take his tip into your mouth and swirl your tongue around him. You push down further, swallowing as much as you can gagging slightly at his thickness, the noise he made was pornographic making the wetness between your thighs grow.  You bob your head up and down, sinking as far down as you can, moaning and making vibrations only adding to the pleasure. He hissed as you hand moved down from his base to his balls, cupping and massaging them as you sucked. He grabbed the back of your head, balling your hair and moving you up and down. “Fuck, calm down I don’t wanna cum yet.”

You moved up again, moaning as the salty taste of pre-cum hit your tongue. You swallowed happily looking up at him and watching the way he melted at your touch. He mouthed curse words and closed his eyes, wiping the sweat forming at his brow as you bobbed up and down. You felt the muscles in his butt begin to flex and he pulled you off him leaving a trail of saliva connecting his cock to your mouth. “Not yet.” He managed to speak out breathlessly 

“¿Cómo me quieres? How do you want me?” You ask leaning back on your elbows.

“¿Recuéstate boca abajo? Lay on your stomach” he demands and you follow, spreading your legs slightly so he could see you fully. He hummed and livked his fingers and began rubbing your entrance. “Still so perfect, you want me huh?” His tone deepened and his eyes became full of lust.

“Yes.” You moaned

“¿dilo apropiadamente? Say it properly” he ordered 

“¿Sí, Javi, lo quiero mucho, te necesito, fóllame por favor. Yes Javi, i want it bad i need you, fuck me please.” You begged “Javi- please I-“ he cut you off thrusting hard into you, the skin on skin sound echoing through the room. You muffled your whimpers into the mattress as he worked, pounding hard and pulling you close to him and wrapping his arm around your neck.

“Don’t silence yourself, you know I like it.” He whispered into your ear. You were both up on your knees, making it easier for him to to scrape along your g-spot.

“¿Oh Dios. si, por favor, mierda? Oh god, yes, please” you cried out.

“¿Carajo me encanta cuando hablas español? fuck I love it when you speak spanish.” He kissed your cheek and groaned of the sensation of your pussy clenching around him.

“¿oh mierda, me voy a correr joder? Oh shit I'm gonna cum.” You cried out, he understood the assignment and pounded into you harder pulling you closer reducing the distance between you. The coil releases itself around his cock again adding to the slick he was creating. Your orgasm lit a match within him, bringing him closer to his release. He pushed you down onto the bed where he pushed his hands on your lower back giving him the perfect angle to push into you all the way to the hilt. 

“¿joder bebé, eres tan apretado, vas a hacer que lo pierda. mierda? fuck baby you're so tight, you're gonna make me lose it. shit.” His hips began to stutter as his thick white ropes pumped into you. He collapsed over you while you both panted, the sweat causing your skin to stick to each other. “Pretty good meal baby.” He moved off and walked into the next room.

“Thanks mi amor.” You replied, he came back with a washcloth and wiped your legs clean.

“I’m really sorry about earlier” he climbed into the bed and pulled you towards him.

“I don’t doubt it, this city is full of people who want to kill Escobar. And a lot of them will do anything to get to him, even Carrillo.” He hummed and kissed your head 

“I’m gonna take tomorrow off, I can’t promise I'll act professionally around him.” He says lighting a cigarette 

“Or is it because you don’t want Murphy to see that you have a heart?” You laugh taking a drag from his cigarette.

“¿Tienes suerte te amo o estarías en problemas? You’re lucky I love you, or you’d be in trouble.” He did a fake laugh and took the cigarette from your hand.

“¿eres un asno? You’re an ass.” You laugh

“¿si pero soy tu culo? Yeah, but I'm your ass.”

[starsarefire824]

WIP Wednesday

Snippet from Ch. 14 of The Pact: The Apology

Now, he’s standing in her driveway like an idiot, jumpy and hungover and twisting his mouth trying to figure out the right thing to say to Max. Mike taps his hands along his thighs like a drum and breathes out as he stomps towards her front porch, hesitating for only a second before knocking on the door. There’s nothing but silence in return, and so he waits for a beat before knocking again.

“Max?” he calls lightly and knocks again. Nothing.

 He whispers her name again before jumping off the stairs and heading over towards her window. He’s blanketed in the morning shade, and the dew that’s settled along the bushes wets his arm and the sleeve of the new purple tshirt as he brushes by them and he shivers. He makes his way closer to her window and walks through a spider web. It tickles his face and gets in his mouth. He spits angrily and swipes it away from his eyes. “God dammit!” he curses, twirling around anxiously and shaking his hands to get it off his fingers. His cheeks burn and he glances quickly up and down the road. A few trailers away, he sees a figure. A woman, he thinks, guessing from the pink slippers that are spotlighted by a band of sunshine. They sit on their porch in a plastic chair. The gentle embers of a cigarette periodically glow in the dim light, smoke billowing out into the morning mist. 

Mike bites his lip and chooses to ignore that the person is there, more than likely watching this entire fiasco. 

“Max!” he says a little louder, picking up a small rock and throwing it at her bedroom window. Again, there is now answer. 

“Jesus Christ, Max!” he whispers grumpily before leaning awkwardly beneath the bush that lives under her window and jumps up twice, giving the glass two loud bangs. Too loud. 

He reels back when the window is suddenly slid open in a violent fit of motion. 

Max appears in the open window, her hair frizzy and flowing in wild tendrils around her head. 

“What do you want!” she growls at him, rubbing her eye and her lip turned up into a scowl. “I was ASLEEP! Finally—-” 

Mike flinches at her viperous expression and shrugs his shoulders, any greeting he might offer stuck in his throat. She slams the window shut and disappears, and Mike’s shoulders collapse. He stares at his shoes before scuffing one along the dry patch of dirt roughly, a stone bouncing off the toe of his boot and flying lightning fast towards the trailer, clanking loudly against the metal beneath the bushes. 

He huffs and whispers an agitated “Fuck!” but just as he turns to head back towards Dustin’s bike, he hears the front door fly open and his name falling angrily out of Max’s mouth. 

“Mike!” she hisses. “What the fuck are you doing! It’s five in the fucking morning!” 

Mike turns quickly and hops up the stairs, jumping before her. She bends her neck to look up at him, extra short in her bare feet. She’s leering at him with a pinched expression and her brows drawn together in a deep crease. Her eyes blaze hot with agitation and he can tell by her grip on the door that she’s three seconds from slamming it in his face. 

“I couldn’t sleep!” Mike breathes, his large hands flying out anxiously. Max huffs, letting go of the door and crossing her arms over her chest. She leans heavily on one hip and glares up at him. 

“I—I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” he chokes out, rushing and the syllables running together. He blinks heavily at how stupid he sounds. “I know I’m an idiot. But look—I won’t do it again, okay? I promise.”

Max rolls her eyes at him, but her sleep swollen lips turn down into a sorrowful frown. She sighs and immediately turns around and wanders back down the hallway with a slight limp, her leg obviously still stiff after waking up. But she hasn’t slammed the door in his face after all. She’s left it open.

[can-i-write-well-yet]

The Truth About Your Heart

P1/P2

a fanfic for 4KOTA that I was working on, no one requested this except me, and I realized if I want to read i'm gonna have to be the one to write it.

So here we go! It should have ever one of the sins and the Four Knights squads in it, but it will focus primarily on Ban and Lancelot's Family and the oc I added. It'll mostly be from the oc's perspective because I'm scared to write for characters perspectives that I didn't make, lmao.

I worked on this but am always open to take breaks to write other requests~ Let's'a go!

Chapter One.

It’s a beautiful day in Benwick, sun shining across the trees, the smell of fresh dew and wisteria flowers floats across a room, you could hear the chatter of the fairies outside the window, and the birds chirping faintly in the background, and on this beautiful morning one lad laying down in his bed could only think of one thing.

“God I hope someone kills me.” The young man said to himself hopefully. 

A knock was heard at the door to his bedroom, the killer he wanted perhaps?

“Gus!! Mom said get up! We’re leaving for Uncle’s in five mimutes!!”

No such luck, just his sister sent to drag him out of bed. He supposed he should get up before his mother comes to get him up herself, she won’t stop at simple knocking and yelling and he’d rather not get tossed out of his bed again, the first time was enough.

He kicks off his covers before going to inspect his closet for anything he would feel comfortable wearing on this hellish field trip his mother was dragging him on, settling on a simple white button down shirt with peasant sleeves, putting a leather vest over the shirt, and a pair of black slacks. He was going to feel miserable in whatever he wore so why bother being extravagant? 

He went through his washroom routine mindlessly, doing it by muscle memory rather than paying any attention to what he was doing, his mind was on other things, the visit to Lionas mostly.

He didn’t want to go, not that he hated Lionas, the kingdom was lovely and he didn’t mind the people there, it was simply what he was expected to do once he arrived. Greeting the King and Queen wasn’t an issue, in his family it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that he had the best manners out of all of them, his father treated everyone the same no matter who they were, his mother’s usual response to anyone was ignoring them or throwing off of cliffs, and his sister was seven.

No, the problem he faced was he would have to go to that castle, meet with all of his relatives and friends and he would have to look all those people in the eye and pretend everything was okay, knowing what he knew.

‘I can do that here,’ He thought to himself while brushing his teeth, ‘I can do that with Mum and Father and Beru, and I know I can do it with everyone else, but GOD it’s going to be fucking exhausting! I don’t wanna do this. Please let me fall down the stairs, Please let me fall down the stairs, Please let me fall down the stairs’

He was so engrossed in his mantra he didn’t notice his mother coming into his room.

“Gus?”

“AAAIIK!!!!” He screamed as he turned around and slipped on his bed clothes, almost slamming face first into the wall before he felt himself hovering.

“Thanks for the save Ma.”

“I’m Sorry!! I should’ve knocked first!” His mother released her wind magic and allowed her son to gently be set on the floor before helping him stand, checking for any injuries before looking him in the eye, “Sorry, I forget sometimes, I don’t know why, I swear I try.”

The young man shrugged, “It’s no big deal Ma, I space out a lot, chances are even if you did knock I wouldn't've heard it. I had some stuff on my mind.”

“You know you can tell me anything, right? I’m here no matter what.” 

“I know Ma.”

“So what’s wrong, Babi?”

He could tell her, he could drop all his problems right here and now, he could rely on another person for one day.

He could tell all his problems and beg her to help, just this once. For once he could trust an adult to help with everything going on.

But he won’t, his mother didn’t deserve all this baggage he’s collected over the years, and he wouldn’t force her to hold him together, she’s held enough people together for a lifetime.

So he does what he’s done for the past nine years, and he lies.

“I’m just really tired Ma, and a little worried about how long the trip is gonna be, not to mention all the nobles we’re gonna have to deal with, I can hear them sucking up now. ‘OH YOUNG LORD HOW HANDSOME YOU ARE TONIGHT~ PRAY TELL, WHERE IST THOU PAPA SO I MAY BROWN NOSE???’”

His mother laughs at his joke, obviously relieved to think her son is just tired, both physically and of humans.

“Well you’ll be happy to know we’re going to take a portal over to the kingdom instead of traveling. Your Uncle is going to come pick us up, and I know sometimes the people can be tiring, so tell you what, how about I take over talking duties? I can talk to all the people there and you can go hang out with your cousins and friends?”

That… would actually help a lot now that he thinks about it, the less people he had to talk to, the less people he had to lie to, his mom did that a lot, help unintentionally.

She would give a solution for a problem he made up that actually ended up helping with the problem he was hiding, she was just magical like that he supposed.

“GUS!!! MUMMY!!! WE HAVTA GO NOW!!! UNCLE’S COMING SOON!!! HUR-RY-UP!!”

“WE’LL-BE-DONE-SOON!!!” The boy yelled back at his younger sister, she never did like waiting for anything so this talk was probably agonizingly slow for her. “You should probably go Ma, she needs to eat before we leave and I’ve gotta get my hair brushed and find my satchel before we head out.”

“Okay Babi, I’ll grab you something to eat on the way, don’t forget your sketchbook, your uncle has been asking to see your drawings and I’m not explaining why he must wait, COMING RU-RU!!!” She yelled down to her daughter before turning back and giving him a small kiss on his forehead, “Love you babi.”

“Love you Ma.” He watched his mother leave down the stairs before closing the door. 

He walked to his bed and reached under it to grab a box full of his sketchbooks and placed two of them in a small satchel. He then grabbed his brush and started to comb through his pale lavender hair. 

After tying it into a low hanging ponytail, he made sure his door was locked and his shades were drawn before walking over to the picture his younger sister had drawn for him, it was of him, her, and their older brother. 

He had told her he liked the drawing so much that he wanted to keep it in his room so could look at it all the time. A part of this was true, he did like the drawing, it was well done for a 5 year old, but everything after that was a lie. He didn’t want that thing anywhere near his room and to be perfectly honest, he would be alright never seeing it ever again.

It wasn’t because of anything his sister did, no he always loved her drawings, and honestly it was his own fault, they way the picture turned out. After all, he was the one who wondered out loud whether or not she knew what their brother looked like. She did, and then she felt bad for leaving him out of all her other pictures, so she drew all three of them together.

And now he had it in his room, where he would see it, day in and day out. He had to keep it in his room, there was nowhere else for it to go. If she had kept it in her room then their parents would’ve seen it, and then they would make that face they always did when they were reminded of their eldest son. 

And Beru wouldn’t understand, and she would wonder if it was her fault, and then he could only hope it was his mother who found the painting, and not his father, because both of them would do a terrible job of comforting the young girl, but at least his mom would be gentle about it.

So to avoid that, he kept it in his room, his mom would still see it and she would cry, but he could be there for her and hold her together so Beru wouldn’t get upset. (Sometimes his mother would lie on his bed next to him and hold him close while she looked at the picture, crying silently for a couple minutes before getting up and making them both something to eat, she was always happier after crying for a bit.)

Beru would see her drawing in his room and be happy that he liked it, and be none the wiser to how her family really felt. (Sometimes Beru would sneak into his bed in the middle of the night, and ask about her oldest brother, she knew neither of her brothers had met but she knew her older brother knew more than she did, she just wanted to feel close to all her family, even the ones she hadn’t met. So he would tell her stories he had heard about him, and when he ran out of stories he would make some up until she fell asleep and he would carry her back to bed.)

And his father, who hasn’t entered his room in years, would never see the painting, and would never get his hands on it. (The boy remembered someone talking about his older brother with his father. He didn’t hear the whole conversation from his hiding place on the top of the stairs, but he somehow knew what they were discussing. He remembers seeing a small jacket being handed to his father, him caressing it gently before yelling at the person he was speaking to and starting to stomp his way upstairs. The boy remembers hiding under a table in the hallway and watching his father storm into his older brother's room, placing the shirt in the small closet before storming back down into the front room. The room remained untouched to this day. Anything that belonged or was related to the eldest son went into that room, and never came out again.)

So this small thing, this placement of a child's painting, was actually used to hold their family together.

Well for that and one other thing.

He raised his fist above his head and slammed it down two inches to the left of the painting and down into his waiting hand fell a worn out, Prussian blue journal. 

He rifled through the pages before stopping on a page where the writer was talking about his uncle stopping by.

The writer of this journal would only ever write about his day in one page, and he always wrote on the left page, and only the left page. 

Gus was fond of that, because he would then write on the right page, as if responding to the author of the journal. 

‘Dear Whom-Ever reads this.

(NOT DAD! THIS IS MY JORNAL!)

Today Uncle came over to visit he brought over my cosin Deidrick to play with me but Dei never plays right. Okay he plays right i guess but he doesn’t wanna fight. He just plays meedator and how we shood talk out feelings out instead of punching.

Uncle also brought my new cosins MAttie and ElliE they are cute i guess MAttie likes punching but Auntie said she was too young to play swords and i have to wait til shes older.

But dad fought with me! he always wresssals with me! So he’s teaching Dei how to fight better two!

Anyway sense I have to go now im leaving this journal entry here until tomorrow.

Good bye!’

Gus smiles at the childish writing, barely decipherable but quite adorable. He had found this book wrapped in cloth and buried under an old piece of driftwood, he wouldn’t’ve found it if not for a faint glow of sunlight that had happened to have hit it just right, having piqued his curiosity and prompting him to look beneath. He likes to think it was fate that led him to it, but he was okay with it just being luck.

‘Smarter to be Lucky than Lucky to be Smart.’ He thought as he picked up his pen before writing down his reply.

‘Dear Older Brother.

I am also meeting our Uncle today, he’s coming over to bring us all to Lionas for a meeting with the king, probably for a party. And he’s bringing all of our cousins here as well.

You’ll be happy to know Deidrick now knows how to fight much better, though he still enjoys playing mediator.

Mattie can throw real punches now, and she can use swords as well, she prefers just fighting with bare knuckles.

Ellie enjoys puzzles more than anything, but never says no to a good fight.

I may have mentioned in a previous entry, but we have a new cousin now as well, his name is Brahms.

He recently turned 7 and is growing well, he gets sick a lot but he’s very brave, you would have liked him.

Father and Mother are excited to see all of their old friends, I’m worried about them so it will be good to get out of Benwick, they’ve been cooped up for too long.

I’m all ready to go, just making sure I update you before I go…

They all still miss you, please come home soon.

I would like to meet you, even though I know you hate me, I don’t care, they need you Lancelot. Please hurry up with your dumb mission or adventure that you think is more important then our fami-’

He stops before completing that sentence, he knows it might be a bit too far, he doesn’t know what’s kept Lance away for so long, and Gus knows he’s coming home soon. But sometimes you just can’t help feeling. 

He is still writing in someone else’s journal so he makes an effort to be polite.

‘I don’t mean to be mean, I just know you’re out there and I don’t know why you didn’t come bac-’

“UNCLE KING!!!” He heard his sister call from downstairs.

He took a peek outside his window and saw his Uncle Harlequin exchanging greetings with his sister, and his Aunt Diane chatting with his father. He should wrap this up before heading down.  

‘I am leaving now for Lionas. I will try to grab more funds while I’m there, don’t worry, I won't break my promises, even if the only one who knows I made one is me.

I wish to meet you one day, on good terms, after everything is said and done.

Despite what you may think of me, I love you Lancelot.

Love, Your Brother, Gustav.’

“GOOSE!!!” He heard rapid knocking on his door, and the voice of his oldest cousin, Deidrick.

And as he stepped on top of his dresser to place the book back into the rafters he gently caressed the name on the journal. 

‘Lancelot’

He put the book back into the rafters and stepped down to grab his satchel off the bed and unlocked his door to be met with a tight hug from his cousin.

‘From your dad to you, may you write down your heart into this book,

I love you my son.’

“BROTHER! I’ve missed you man!” Deidrick exclaimed, picking his younger cousin off the floor and spinning around the room.

“Yeah, missed you too Dei-Dei.” Hugging his cousin and tapping him gently on the back, he asked, “So was it your idea for Uncle King to take us there with the portal?”

“How’d you know?” Dei asked, amazed. 

Gustav pushed back to look his cousin to look at him flatly, “Your the only one who has any issues with the ride there,”

“It’s not my fault y’all can’t fly, why do I have to slow down and wait every time?!”

“And in a letter you sent a while back you told me how your dad said he’d do you a favor if you watched your siblings for a night, and you never told me what you used it for, so I guessed you were saving it for something like this…”

“... Damn little brother. You should be a detective with skills like that.”

“It’s not ‘Skills’,” Gustav rolled his eyes while walking down the stairs to the rest of their party, “You’re just incredibly basic.”

Dedrick held his hand to his heart as he floated down next to Gustav, “LE GASP! How could you be so crew-el?”

“Very easily,” Gustav managed to say before his younger sister slammed into his chest, knocking the wind out his lungs and nearly sending both of them onto the floor if Dei hadn’t caught the both of them.

“BERU! Be gentle on your brother!” Ban chastised from the doorway where he was greeting King.

“Sorey Da!” Beru said offhandedly before turning her head back to her older brother, her crimson eyes glimmering with excitement as her dandelion colored hair bounced up and down, “GUS! Are you so excited!!??”

Gustav, now breathing again, and having picked up his energetic younger sister, replied, ”So excited for what? The trip? I suppos-”

Cutting him off and grabbing his face, “No Silly! We’re being a fish-... Oh fizz, no. Um, a-afisha-. What was the word Uncle Harlequin?”

“Officially.” King replied, smiling at the siblings from where he stood next to Elaine.

“Offishally! We are Offishally invited to a meeting of the Seven Deadly Sins!”

Gustav’s eyes widened before turning to look at his father, “Father, is this true? I thought we- I thought I wasn’t- We weren’t-”

Ban held his hands up in a shushing movement, stopping the train of thoughts tumbling through his son's mind, “It’s not that big a deal, slow your roll kid. We just got a summons from the Captain, which could mean anything from ‘The demon king has returned and Lionas is up in flames’ to ‘We ran out of Vanya Ale so I'm calling a Seven Deadly Booze-Run cause I’m bored out of my mind’. We’ll figure it out when we get there. But considering he signed it with a picture of a smiling bird, I’d say he didn’t think it was anything serious, and while grown up meetings are still off the table, this should be boring enough to take the kids to.”

“Oh, uh, okay, we will be part of the discussion or...?”

“Yeah if ya’ want, Cappy called for everyone and their kids, so we’re bringing everyone and their kids.” Ban muttered something under his breath too quietly for Gus to hear, but it sounded annoyed, “Anyway, you munchkins all ready to head out? Got’cher grab bags and toys and shit?”

“All our toys and shit are packed and ready Father.” Gustav and Beru both gave a salute before walking out to the rest of their cousins, and giving their greeting to their Aunt Diane, who was currently too big to come in the house.

Elaine glared at Ban for cursing in front of the kids, Ban smiled back unapologetically and held open the door for her to join their children.

He then turned to King with a look of pure fury on his face and questioned, 

“So. Care to tell me why the Fuck my kids got a summon from the Dragon Sin of Wrath?”

[or-something-better]

September 18, 2022

Nightly RP      Written by Sam and Ruby

Charlie

winding through some of the back Nebraska roads, I keep my eyes on the road but chat to the others it was great seeing Bobby! I always learn so much from him…. And the new books? I can’t wait! Did you hear what he said about that little blue box?

Henry

I can’t wait to translate these texts.  from the shotgun seat.  these text are Enochian

Alex

Look over blue box? Title my head

Charlie

I’m excited to see that too! Maybe I can learn some laughs  whatever is locked in that box can teleport a person… I want to see what makes it work….

Alex

Man Smiles I am excited to see Bobby again I am so happy and visiting Bobby I love how good he find lord

Henry

That is cool. Then we won't have to ask dad, Cass, ruby and Crowley anymore

Charlie

pulling into a set of gas pumps time to fill up the tank… I won’t be long.

Henry

I'm getting snacks anyone want anything?  gets out and grabs my wallet from my bag

Charlie

Sure! A Milky Way and a Mountain Dew.

Alex

Yeah I can have vanilla Starbucks and Takis

Charlie

I finish filling the car and get in to wait, pulling the car closer to the door

Henry

Ok you got it  goes into the store skipping   drinks what do I want?  grabs theirs drinks ooo they have bugs juice  claps my hands before grabbing it. Grabs the snacks and heads to check out. When I get there I notice the headline and adds it to my pile. Walks out and gets in  guys there's been 3 animal attacks with their hearts rip out. Must be werewolf

Alex

Came around and I sneak up on Charlie driver side and I slam my on window

Charlie

Pretty easy to figure that out…. Suppose we should stay close?

Alex

Get in the car

Henry

It's the hunter thing to do. Saving things, hunting things, the family business  passes out the items

Ruby

Do you hear that? I stop and listen.

Sam

Walking back into the map room from the kitchen, I hand Ruby one of the beers in my hand. Do I hear what? Not sure what she’s getting at because we’re alone in the Bunker.

Ruby

Nothing! Isn’t it wonderful? Sometimes it gets hectic here with everyone around.

Sam

Chuckling, I twist off the cap of the beer and nod in agreement. I hear that, didn’t think we’d get any space until we got back down to New Orleans… and speaking of that, I’m thinking that this weekend is the best time to try to go, what do you think?

Ruby

That would be great. I have a list of things I need us to get through this time. It feels like time is running out for us.

Crowley

I appear in the Bunker, eyeing the couple and smirk seeing that my presence caused them to fall silent

Sam

Before I can say anything I notice that we’ve been joined by the unwelcome arrival of Crowley. You know everyone's gone at the moment Crowley, so you picked the wrong time to visit

Crowley

I lean against the table arching a brow Rude. I actually wanted to speak with the two of you.

Ruby

I can’t think of anything that you could possibly need to talk to us about.

Crowley

I can think of at least one. I stare both of you in the eyes for a minute Perhaps the recent theft of my property.

Sam

We didn’t know it was your property, but that’s beside the point. Why did you have Chuck's ashes in the first place? Just what exactly did you think you could do with them?

Crowley

To be honest, I didn’t have any plans for them, though it seemed a shame to just leave those bones and ashes out there to rot. With a shrug I raise my hand, a glass of scotch materializing Plus, you never know when the remains of the former almighty could be useful. Presented the opportunity, I glance towards Ruby I’m sure you would have done the same.

Ruby

I can see what you mean. I might have actually done the same if the opportunity had presented itself. I tell him, not mentioning that I did just that.

Sam

Well now you don’t have to worry about it anymore. There aren’t any ashes left to worry about.

Crowley

I raise my hand to cut him off I’m aware of what happened to the ashes. I’m also aware that your new friend isn’t exactly who we seem to think. That’s what I’m here to talk about.

Charlie

turning to Alex and henry well my best strength is research…. I can get us a room….

Henry

I can check the bodies out  rummages around in my bag to pull out an id

Alex

I can change into Bear

Charlie

Yeah… looks like a college town. You’ll fit right in. nods at Alex that’s a great idea. No one will suspect a bear in the woods…

Alex

Nod I will come back if I found something Bear get out car and change into Bear my clothes rip and Bear zoom into the wood

Charlie

opening the car door I’ll go check us in and look into police databases, see what information I can find. Reach out if you need me. getting in the car I drive away to a nearby hotel where I get us a room and immediately get to work  making sure to bring Bobby’s box—couldn’t have that going into the wrong hands

Henry

walks to the morgue and makes sure I look the look. Walks in and walks up to the desk.  hi I'm a local student writing a paper on animal attacks. I would like to see the bodies from last night

Morgue Orderly

Sorry, I can't let you in here. It's against the rules. Sorry, you'll have to come back when the supervisors are here.

Henry

pulls out a hundred and slides it to them what about a 100 dollars  dose my puppy eyes

Morgue Orderly

Looks around to make sure they are alone and then takes the money and puts it in my pocket Well, I’m off on my lunch hour right now… like I said. Come back later. I walk off leaving the morgue unlocked

Henry

slips into the morgue  ok let's examine dead bodies  flips through the clipboard and finds the man rip heart, claw marks hmm looks like he fought back. I seen everything  puts everything back and walks to hotel

Alex

Bear smell up and smelling and run and look around smelling and Bear have ear up hear something Bear zoom run far away from the sound and Bear smelling and burn her nose that should be the Bear cover her nose with paw and Bear nose smell on ground and sniffing like a bloodhound and walking over and found this strange thing area Bear wide eye seen evidence of blood and some bush that sure one of attack happen. Oh my holy lord Gabe bear look over notice the cave open and look over densely cover the hill and wide eye. Bear excited found some werewolves lair and Bear shit and zoom run back to hotel

Crowley

I see that I have your attention I start to pace in front of them, making sure to keep eye contact. Despite how smart you both seem to think you are, you’re backing the wrong horse. Abel is nothing. He’s not nearly as powerful as Cain. Cain was the first Knight of Hell. Abel isn’t even that. Can’t both of you see that Lucifer is the real powerhouse behind this operation? He’s the puppet-master, the ‘wizard behind the curtain’ if you will. Lucifer has his hands all of this, and probably is even the one who got Abel out of heaven to start with. Pausing in front of Ruby, I fix her with a stare. Don’t you remember what it was like to have Lucifer on the throne? I watch your face morph and know I have your attention I can see that you do remember. What do you think it’ll look like with him back on the throne? Do you Really think he’ll let you play house with his ex prom dress? I whip around and pin Moose with a stare. Do you think your pretty new decoration is going to do anything but make him want to relive your ‘Night Under The Stars?’ No! Any powers you Think you have now is like trying to behead a vampire with a butter knife. Just think, how badly did he want you when you were just riding high on demon blood and with a little bit of Azazel’s juice coursing through you. Now you’re a whole knight of…

Sam

Sam looks over and meets Ruby’s return look. Neither of them say a word.

Charlie

sitting at my laptop I start telling Alex and Henry what I’ve found it’s definitely werewolves, body descriptions match in the police reports, where they were found… it makes sense.

Charlie

sighs if we don’t do something… more people are going to die

Alex

Oh ok stand up what should we do about werewolves?

Henry

I agree.  fiddles with a pen  We should form a plan to stop this. Alex only sliver blades can kill them remember?

Charlie

And since we have my car—we’re a little unprepared…. Maybe we should call Dean?

Henry

Yes we should and I always have my blades with me  pulls one out of my boot

Charlie

picking up my phone I tell Siri to call Dean and wait for it to ring

Dean

driving down the interstate, hearing my phone ring I see Charlies name pop I quickly answer it hey Char what’s up kid?

Charlie

Hey! So we came to visit with Bobby… and on a pit stop we are pretty sure we found ourselves a werewolf hunt…. All the signs are here. Missing hearts, claw marks… three in recent weeks.

Dean

Who alls with you? And where ya at?

Charlie

Me, Henry and Alex. And we’re at the sunshine motel in Beatrice NE.

Dean

Alright there’s no way you guys and take them on alone. Stay put tile I get there. I’m only about 2 hours out! listening on the phone as i pull off the next exit going in the opposite direction to get there

Charlie

hearing the click I turn to Alex and Henry  he’s on his way, I guess for now we wait….

Alex

Ok Walk over and sit

Dean

hitting the gas pedal to the floor knowing i need to get to them fast to help worried if they. Do it on their own

Crowley

I conjure a drink for you both You both should really consider throwing your lot in with me.

Sam

I laugh at the absurdity of his request. Why would we ever want to throw in with you? You know Crowley, as the King of Hell you’ve been nothing but a pain in our asses since the first time you set us up with the Colt.

Crowley

What can I say? Amazing as I might be, even I occasionally make mistakes.

Sam

Mistake?!! That mistake cost the lives of two people we cared about!

Crowley

I scowl at that being thrown in his face once again. Times were different back then, and no matter how often you keep dragging that up, I can’t go back and change what’s already happened. However, we can move forward and work together like we have in the past. We can stop Lucifer from getting a foothold of power. After all, this time is different. We have a way to put the devil back in the cage where he belongs.

Ruby

And, just what is it that makes you think you have an edge like that?

Crowley

This is more of a show than tell situation. You’ll have to follow me downstairs for a little demonstration. If you’re interested. I eye both of the with a promising grin. And if you can put our petty differences aside for the greater good,

Ruby

Looking at Sam and seeing him give a slight nod, I take over. Turning back to Crowley. Lead the way.

Dean

pull into the parking lot of the motel and park looking for room and find it I knock on the door and wait

Alex

Get up and went open door DEAN! Hugs

Dean

Hey bear bear hugs back then walk inside closing the door

Alex

Smiles went go back to sit down

Charlie

grins hey dean! I’d offer a beer but haven’t had time to get any…. Glad you’re here

Henry

Hi Dean  pulls my notes out  we are pretty sure we have a werewolf attack on our hands. I went to look at the bodies and I found scratch marks, heart ripped out

Dean

All good char probably not the best idea at the moment anyway. So what do you think you have to prove for sure that it’s a werewolf?

Alex

And I felt there is a lair as well

Dean

What evidence?

Charlie

Well little dude shared his, turning my laptop around I show some marked areas on the map this is where each of the bodies are found. And this is where Alex thinks the lair is… it adds up

Dean

How’d she come up with a location on the lair?

Alex

I saw blood everywhere are where the attack were and there was bush and there was a cave

Charlie

She shifted… went sniffing around. Death and blood are kinda recognizable…..

Dean

Ok fair.... How many vics we had?

Henry

3 so far

Charlie

So what do you think? Did we find a case or what?

Dean

I mean seems pretty legit you could be right about the werewolves. I’m proud of you guys and all the info you guys gathered to help. Looks loke by nightfall we could be hunting ourselves a werewolf. I am pretty sure I have everything we need in the trunk to do this so we should head out so we can be in place before sundown

Alex

Smiles thank Dean

Dean

pulling my keys back out of my pocket i head back out to the impala and get in starting it up

Henry

grabs my bag a d follows dean into the car

Charlie

grabbing my laptop I take shotgun ready to go

Crowley

I appear in Hell, perching on the arm of my throne waiting for the other two to get there

Sam

Looking around Hell’s throne room, I get the exact same feeling of dread that Hell always gives me. This is some place that I always hope I’ll never have to come back to again.

Ruby

I certainly haven't missed this place

Crowley

Took you long enough I stand and head towards the door Well, follow me. I lead them through several hallways. As they wind through the corridors, it feels like they’re going in circles. The only evidence that they’re going anywhere is that it seems to get darker the more they walk,

Ruby

Walking down the remembered passages, I realize which way we’re headed. My skin prickles with goosebumps.

Sam

I have no idea where Crowley is leading us, but I can tell by the look on Ruby’s face that she certainly does.

Ruby

Suddenly I grab Crowley’s arm pulling him to a stop. What kind of game do you think you are playing Crowley?

Crowley

I jerk my arm out of Ruby’s grip, ignoring her, continuing in the direction I was headed until we’re standing in front of the empty cage.*

Sam

The shock at the first view of Lucifer’s cage, felt like an actual blow and I may even have taken a step back. Memories of my imprisonment and torture in that place flashed through me along with a white-hot anger. With a growl, I grabbed Crowley by the throat and lifted him off the floor, slamming him forcefully into the cavern walls. What kind of game are you playing here Crowley!

Crowley

It takes everything in me to not not struggle. Slowly I raise my hand to point at the cloth draped pedestal. I couldn’t explain if I wanted too, do to the grip Moose has on me

Ruby

Placing my hand on Sam’s shoulder, I remind him Let him go Sam. We came here for a reason. Let’s find out what it is and get the hell out of here.

Sam

Wanting to choke the so called life out of Crowley was waring with my desire to find out what the hell he brought us here for. At Ruby's request I released him and stepped back. Get to the point Crowley, why the hell are we here

Crowley

I drop to the ground and gasp, rubbing my throat before glaring at Moose If I didn’t need your help….. I let the threat hang there Always knew Ruby was the smart one. reaching the pedestal, I pull the cloth off with a flourish. Ta-da. The ornate sword lays there looking like a movie prop.

Ruby

Seeing the sword revealed, I’m shocked. That’s impossible!

Crowley

I smirk, seeing that they're caught off guard This is the Michael sword. Not as attractive as your brother, but it should do the trick.

Sam

The Angel’s told us that Dean WAS the Michael Sword.

Crowley

Mmm, and Angels never lie, do they. I pick up the sword and examine it From what I understand, this is a physical manifestation of the same power. A vessel is the preferred choice, but not the only one.

Dean

driving as we get near I drive as far into the sticks as I can get is before pulling over as I can’t go any farther this is the end of the road guys I get out and pop the trunk open grabbing guns with silver bullets enough for everyone here everyone take one. I have plenty of ammo they are silver so will work just fine handing Charlie and Alex one and hand one towards Henry

Charlie

taking the silver bullets I nod, and load a gun

Alex

I can turn into Bear go into the wood flush out the werewolves

Henry

Ok gets out taking a flashlight and a gun I already have my blades too

Dean

That sounds like a good plan bear bear since you have an idea where the lair is we will follow your lead

Alex

Yes sir

Charlie

nodding we should spread out a little… right? Watch each other’s back?

Alex

change into bear  be careful

Dean

Lets go guys be careful Once you chase them out we can kill them.

Henry

Sounds good to me  turns on my flashlight and follows Alex into the woods

Alex

Bear walking and walking where she walking on her way to cave

Charlie

I follow close behind Dean, but try to keep watch on Henry too

Dean

following bear keeping an eye and ear out for any movement

Henry

keeps walking and trying to see where the wolf is

Alex

Bear smelling ROAR!!!!!

Dean

hearing Alex roar tells me we are close. Turning to Charlie and Henry we should spread out but stay in a line so we can still see each other. as it is now darker i turn on my flashlight looking around

Charlie

thinking I see something I get ready to aim my gun, and am knocked to the ground

Charlie

Dean!

Dean

Char! I'm coming! shining my flashlight on the direction of her scream I run to you and help you up you ok char? What happened?

Henry

spreads out and gets in position. Sees the werewolf and tries to shoot it but misses. Runs but trips over a stupid root and lands hard. Rolling out of the way I close my eyes waiting for my end

Alex

Seeing Henry knocked down and the werewolf about to leap onto Henry, I jump onto the werewolf knocking him out of the way!

Charlie

It was too fast, knocked me over…. Lost the flashlight  chuckles lightly

Dean

Good at least you are ok hearing henry and then Alex jumping on the werewolf HENRY! ALEX! Run over to henry seeing the wolf I shoot at it hoping I hit it

Werewolf

Getting up I go after Henry again

Charlie

hearing Henry and Alex I run toward the commotion my gun raised and shoot directly at the wolf

Dean

as the werewolf charges us i fire another shot from my gun hitting it in the head

Alex

Changing back, I help Henry up

Henry

Thanks  takes her hand to get up

Dean

look back at henry Alex and Charlie should we head back to the hotel now?

Charlie

Phew… that was a close one … yes let’s.

Crowley

I set the sword back down and approach the pair Well the plan is simple enough. Both of you should even be able to follow along. First, you need to take Abel off the game board. You managed it with Cain, so his dear baby brother shouldn’t even be a challenge. Once you have that done, Ruby can entice Lucifer back down here. He’s still looking for you right? Either way, I trust that you have a way to do that. Once Lucifer is in the vicinity of the cage, I will use Michael’s sword. You and Ruby will combine your Knight of Hell and witchcraft powers to strengthen it. By doing that, we’ll return Lucifer to the only place he’s actually qualified to rule. I look between the two making sure they actually followed the plan Understood?

Dean

Definitely great job get in the impala and wait for the others to get in

Ruby

Hoping to prevent Sam’s screwing this up, I step forward We’ll consider your ‘offer’ and get back to you. Taking Sam’s hand I pop us both back to the bunker.

Charlie

I head back to baby with dean and get in the back this is why I stay at the bunker though laughs communications are more my speed

Henry

I will take the trip home with you. Allow the girls to have their time together  gets in the car

Charlie

Well I need my car first  laughs

Dean

as we pull onto the hotel parking lot I get out and give Char and Alex each a hug alright we will see you girls back at the bunker!

Charlie

Thanks again Dean!  turning to Alex  ready to go?

Dean

Oh and you guys did a great job tonight!

Charlie

grins  good teachers But I surprised myself

Alex

Thank you Dean

Dean

Great job on the research too

Alex

Thank again

Charlie

You get why I’d rather stay back and run things from home base though….See you at home?

Dean SPN: I get back in the car with henry understandable and yeah see ya there

Hey Henry I will tell ya what since you did such a great job tonight why dont you go ahead and pick the music? smiling as I start the car and pull out of the parking lot and head home

Henry

gets my snacky snacks out of my bag I prefer the silence actually but thank you anyways  starts eating my chips

…………………………………….

Point One

Charlie, Henry, and Alex are traveling through Nebraska on their way back to the Bunker from a quick trip to Bobby’s place in Sioux Falls. They are talking about the new lore and magical items they went up there to collect. Henry is particularly interested in some obscure Enochian Texts that he’ll now be able to read fluently because of his Prophet status. Charlie is most interested in a magical object that Bobby has locked in a secure box. It's said to be able to transport the person using it at different times and she can’t wait to get it back to her lab where she can try to take it apart and understand what makes it work. Alex is just happy to have been able to visit with Bobby again because she loves getting to see him and she remarks that Bobby is the best at finding all of the best lore and most exciting things.

Charlie has to stop the VW Bug to get gas. Henry asks if anyone wants anything and then goes into the little attached store for snacks. Once he gets everything and goes to pay for them, he notices a local newspaper headline and quickly adds that to his purchase. Rushing back out to the car he shows the other two. The headline reads “3rd Fatal Animal Attack, Hearts missing.” Henry thinks it sounds just like a werewolf and Charlie and Alex agree. They discuss if they should stay in town and check it out for themselves and they decide that they have to. It’s the Hunter thing to do.

Point Two

Sam and Ruby are alone at the Bunker, happy to have the place to themselves. They are discussing their next training trip to New Orleans and when they think it will be the safest to try and go. Ruby tells him that she has a list of things that she wants them to get through this time and that she feels like time is running out for them. Crowley appears in the Bunker and halts the conversation before Sam can find out more. Sam snaps at him that everyone’s gone at the moment, so if he’s there to visit he should come back some other time.

Crowley says that he’s actually there to speak to the two of them. Ruby says she can’t think of anything that he’d possibly have to talk to them about. Crowley says the recent theft of his property for one thing. Sam speaks up and wants to know why the hell Crowley had Chuck's ashes in the first place. Just what exactly was he thinking that he could do with them? Crowley tells them that he didn't have any real plans for the ashes at the moment, but it seemed a shame to just leave his bones out in the woods forever rotting in bear excrement, besides one never knows when the ashes of the all-mighty might prove to be useful. Ruby can understand Crowley’s reasoning and admits out loud that she might have actually done the same if the opportunity had presented itself, not sharing that she did.

Sam snaps back that now Crowley doesn't have to worry about it anymore because there aren’t any ashes left for any of them to worry about anymore. Crowley says that he’s well aware of what happened to the ashes and that Sam’s new friend Abel isn’t the person we seem to think that he is and that’s what he’s come to discuss.

Point Three

Charlie, Henry, and Alex come up with a plan. Henry offers to go to the Medical Examiners off and get first-hand details about the victims. Alex offers to change into her bear form and check out the woods around the town. Charlie says she’ll get them all a room for the night and start looking into the police and newspaper databases. Charlie drives to a local motel at the edge of town and goes inside to rent a room. She takes her computer and the box with Bobby’s magical time travel device, not willing to just leave something that powerful in the car in a strange town, at least that’s what she tells herself. She goes to the room with everything and sets up shop. She begins her research.

Alex changes into her bear form behind the hotel and runs off into the woods. She has to run several miles before she notices a smell that shouldn’t be there. It almost burns her nose and she knows it has to be Supernatural. She tracks that smell with her nose to the ground like a bloodhound and finally finds an area where it’s the strongest. She sees evidence of blood on some of the bushes and is sure that this is where at least one of the attacks happened. She notices what looks like a cave opening on the side of a densely covered hill and is excited that she might have found the lair of the werewolf. She runs back to the hotel.

Henry takes the car and drives to the ME’s office. Inside he speaks to the orderly in charge of the morgue and explains that he is a medical resident at the local college and he’s writing a paper on the dangerous animals in this area and asks if he can see the body of last night's victim in order to get the real feel of an attack. The orderly explains that he can’t allow Henry access, but Henry pulls out a $100 bill and the orderly changes his tune and says he was about to take his lunch break anyway and the morgue will be empty. He leaves and Henry goes inside. Henry checks the paperwork on the desk and finds out which drawer the victim from last night is kept. He goes over to look at the victim as he’s also reading through the autopsy report. Just like the paper said, the victim's heart was missing, and when Henry uncovers the man he can see claw and bite marks across the chest and a large cavity where the heart should have been. He also notices what look like defensive marks on the man's arms and a bite on his shoulder. Looks like this man fought back. Henry puts everything back in its place and drives back to the hotel.

Point Four

Crowley can tell that he has their attention and walks back and forth as he delivers his proposal. He tells them that they have backed the wrong horse in all of this, and that Abel is nothing. He isn’t even as powerful as his brother Cain, who was the First Knight of Hell. Didn’t Sam and Ruby realize that the real power behind what was going on was Lucifer? Crowley says he’s sure that Lucifer is the ‘wizard behind the curtain’ of everything that’s been happening and may even have been the one to get Abel out of heaven.

Looking directly at Ruby, Crowley continues asking her if she remembers what it was like with Lucifer on the Throne. He can tell by her face that she does. What does she think her life is going to look like if he regains power, certainly not playing house with your flannel-clad moose?

Looking directly at Sam, Crowley points to Sam’s arm saying that his newly acquired decoration isn’t going to do anything for him in the end except make him much more attractive to Lucifer. Any powers you gain with that mark are pittance compared to an archangel’s. Just think, he wanted your vessel before when you were merely Demon adjacent. Imagine how hot and bothered he’s going to be now that you're running as a Knight of Hell.

Sam and Ruby exchange looks but neither say a word at Crowley’s speech.

Point Five

All three are in the motel room and starting to get half excited about what they’ve found and also half nervous. They are positive that it is a werewolf that’s doing the killings and are sure that more people are going to die if they don’t do something about it. Alex wants to rush into the woods and tear it up. Henry reminds her that it takes silver to actually kill a werewolf. Charlie reminds them that they are here only in her little VW Bug and don’t have any of the weapons they’d need to go up against a monster like this. Henry tells her that he always has his silver blades with him. Charlie says she also thinks that maybe they really need more help than just the three of them. Charlie calls Dean on the phone. Once Dean answers Charlie explains what they have found and she asks Dean to come and join them. Dean wants to know where they are and Charlie tells him Beatrice, Nebraska. Dean tells them that he is only about two hours away in Atchison, Kansas and that they shouldn't do anything else. They should just sit tight and wait for him to get to them. Dean hangs up and pulls the Impala off at the next exit and gets back on the highway going in the opposite direction. He steps on the gas, worrying because he knows that they can’t do this alone and he needs to get to them fast.

Point Six

Crowley then tells them that they should really consider throwing their lot in with him.

Sam laughs and asks why they would do that? As the King of Hell, he’d been a pain in their asses from the time he’d first set them up with the Colt. Crowley says that even he makes mistakes once in a while. Sam angrily tells him that his mistake cost them the lives of two people they really cared about.

Crowley says that times were different back then and there is no way to go back and change what’s already been done. But they can move forward and choose to work together now to ensure Lucifer doesn’t get a foothold on power. Especially since he now had a way to ensure that they’d be able to put the Devil back into his cage where he belongs.

Ruby demands to know what it is that Crowley thinks gives him such an edge. Crowley says that it's not a tell them kind of thing it's more a show them kind of thing and they’ll need to come with him back to Hell if they want to know more.

Sam and Ruby exchange looks and Sam gives her a small nod. Ruby turns to Crowley and tells him to lead the way.

Point Seven

Dean gets to the motel, and parks, and goes to knock on their room door. Alex opens the door and hugs him. All three are really happy to see him and tell him how glad they are that he came. Dean wants to know exactly what they think that they’ve found out and one at a time they share with him what they did and the evidence they found. Charlie also shows him a map of the area with a circle marking the spot where Alex felt there might be a lair. Dean can ask questions about what he’s learning. Once he’s heard everything, Dean has to admit that he thinks they are right about this being a werewolf. Dean tells them that he’s really proud of all that they did and now it looks like come nightfall they would be hunting themselves a werewolf. He says that he’s sure that he has everything they will need already in Baby’s trunk and they should get going so that they can be in place before the sun goes down. They head out to the Impala.

Point Eight

Crowley, Sam and Ruby materialize in Hell’s Throne Room. Sam looks around and gets the same feeling of dread that he always has when in Hell. Crowley says to follow him and he leads them down several halls and then into a darker passageway. Sam had no idea where they were, but he could tell from the look on Ruby’s face that she did. Ruby reaches out to grab Crowley’s arm and stop him, demanding to know what kind of game he’s playing with them.

Crowley just continues on and they all step out of the passage to see Lucifer’s Cage before them. Sam reacts instantly to being back in the space where he’d been held and tortured for so long. He grabs Crowley by the throat and slams him against the cavern wall demanding to know what’s going on. Crowley doesn't try to free himself, he just lifts his hand and points to a cloth-covered item on a pedestal beside the cage. Ruby puts her hand on Sam’s shoulder and tells him to let Crowley go so that they can learn what they came here for and can get the hell out.

Sam releases him and Crowley takes several deep gasping breaths while giving Sam a dirty look. Walking over to the cloth, he tells Ruby, always knew she was the smart one. With a flourish Crowley removed the cloth to reveal a sword on an ornate stand. Ruby sees it and immediately says that it's impossible. Sam asks what that's supposed to be and Crowley tells him simply that it's the Michael Sword, which he knows was used to imprison Lucifer in the first go round.

Sam tells him that the angels said that Dean WAS the Michael sword and Crowley remarks that angels never lie do they?

Point Nine

Dean drives the Impala as far into the woods as the back roads will take them and then parks. Dean opens the trunk and gives Charlie and Henry each a flashlight and pistols with silver bullets and extra ammunition. Henry already has his blades, so Charlie takes one for herself. Dean also gears up and makes sure that everyone is ready. It’s decided that Alex will change into her bear form and try to flush the werewolf out into the open so the others can kill it. Alex transforms into a bear and they hike off in the direction of the lair following Alex.

When Alex gets to the right spot, she turns and roars at Dean so that he’ll know this is where they need to be. Dean tells Charlie and Henry to spread out, but stay in a line so that they can make sure that they each know where the other one is. The sun is down now and the woods are very dark so each needs to turn on their flashlights as they choose their spot to wait.

Alex makes her way toward the cave making a lot of noise. She’s growling and knocking into trees trying to get the creature to come and get her. It doesn’t take long before she sees a shape coming in her direction fast. She roars loudly to alert the others and runs back the way she came, able to hear that the werewolf is following.

The 3 hunters hear them coming and are tense ready to fight. Charlie looks around her and thinks she can see movement, but before she can swing her gun around in the right direction something hits her hard and knocks her off her feet and she screams out. Dean is closest to Charlie and yells her name and that he’s coming. He gets to her and helps her to her feet and makes sure that she’s okay.

Henry sees movement and gets a good look at the werewolf. He fires off a shot that misses and the werewolf charges him. Henry tries to run and trips over something on the ground. He lands hard and rolls over just in time to see the werewolf leaping at him. He closes his eyes thinking he’s going to be killed. Alex jumps out of the woods just as the werewolf leaps and she hits him, knocking him down. Before the werewolf can get back up, Charlie and Dean rush over and both shoot it at the same time. The werewolf is dead and Alex changes back and helps Henry to his feet.

Point 10. Crowley explains that his plan is simple enough for even them to understand. First is to take Abel off the game board. Once that has been done, Ruby will entice Lucifer down here, he says that he trusts she’ll find a way to do that. When Lucifer is in the vicinity of the cage, he will use the Michael sword enhanced by Sam’s Knight of Hell powers and Ruby’s witchcraft. Together the three of them will return Lucifer to the only place he’s fit to rule. Silence hangs between them for several minutes and Ruby can tell that Sam is about to possibly come out with something that might not be good for them in the long run. Ruby steps forward and tells Crowley they will consider his offer and get back to him. She takes Sam by the hand and vanishes them both back to the Bunker.

meanwhile

Dean arrives back at the motel to drop off Alex and Charlie. Henry has decided to make the trip home with Dean. Dean gets out of the car and hugs both Alex and Charlie telling them once again that they did a really great job tonight and that he’ll see them all back at the Bunker. Charlie says that she surprised herself and then smiles and says she understands why she’d rather stay at the Bunker and run comms. Dean and Henry get in the car and Dean tells Henry that he did such a good job that he can pick the music. Henry says he prefers the silence as he pulls a bag of snacks from his pack.

[sswissy]

𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 | 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅

𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 | 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒏

This was most definitely not Bellamira's bedroom. There was several guitars hanging from the far left wall which would not been in her dorm. Mira didn't have a musical bone in her body except maybe the occasional toot toot of the kazoo thanks to Terzo. All she could remember was the Halloween theme song and Swiss kissing- oh Mira started panicking instantly when she could feel the stirring next to her. This certainly wasn't Rain's room either so that really could only mean one thing. Bellamira turned slowly to the side and froze when seeing Swiss slowly waking back up.

Her initial thought was whether or not they'd actually done it. But after taking a quick glance under the covers realized that wasn't the case at all or was it? Perhaps she had just fallen asleep after being so exhausted from mass and chores. Sister Imperator had implemented a few newer ones in the garden after finding out about Dew's incident. Mira sat up from the bed trying to calm herself down from the fact she was actually in his bed.

"We didn't uh like do it, did we?" Mira questioned. If they did, Mira was cursing herself for forgetting after imagining it so many times and blabbing about it to Rain. He had thought it was hilarious that his sweet innocent friend was having fantasies and not acting on them. Swiss sleepily started reaching out for her but paused when hearing what came racing out of her mouth.

"No but I wish we did. But I'd want you to remember our first time, princess." Swiss couldn't help but laugh. Bellamira wanted to curl in a ball and just die right now. He actually wanted to have sex with her? Granted Terzo had made desperate attempts to woo her into bed but this was Swiss. A ghoul who seemed so unattainable to Mira and yet here he was talking about how he wanted to fuck her.

"I would want to remember too." Mira blurted out and instantly slapping a hand over her mouth. If Swiss wasn't laughing already hysterically now would've been a great time to start. Instead the ghoul wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against him.

"Trust me, you'll remember sweetheart. For now, I just want to go back to bed with you please?" Swiss kissed her cheek. Bellamira couldn't help giggling and falling back against him to fall back asleep. His arms tightening around her as he kissed her forehead as Mira snuggled back into his chest.

"Rise and shine motherfuckers-" Dew screeched after slamming the door open. His attention admittedly falling on Swiss who already giving him a death glare as Mira was slowly waking back up. Dew strolling in as if privacy didn't exist in the world, tail flickering in curiosity. Bellamira yawned while rubbing at her eyes sleepily wondering what could be the reason for the intrusion until seeing the little fire demon.

"Dew, can you please get the fuck out?" Swiss grumbled. Said ghoul shook his head while rummaging through the drawers in the room. Mira leaned her head against Swiss' shoulder sleepily trying to somewhat pay attention to what Dew was doing.

"So did you guys fuck or what?" Dew smirked closing the drawer with disinterest. Swiss never had anything really fun for him to screw around with after he set everything else on fire. Aether locked his door now from last time which meant Dew had nobody to taunt in the mornings. Except for Swiss who was regretting locking the door last night but had been too preoccupied with Mira to care.

"Get the fuck out, gremlin!" Swiss reached for one of the pic's laying on the night stand and threw it at Dew who hissed at him. He knew Dew would give him a tough time later during rehearsals but it was hard to get him to listen to anything unless it had to do with fucking.

"I'll take that as a no cause you're grouchy." Dew flicked him off before slamming the door shut behind him. Bellamira yawned before beginning to stretch out her tired limbs. There was no reason to attempt to fall back asleep at that point. Plus Dew could've tried coming back and wrecking more havoc because it's what he thrilled on.

"You can go back to sleep, princess. I'll have to go to rehearsals later but I can get you breakfast, if you'd like?" Swiss purred into Mira's neck. He had never had someone to wake up next to but having her there next to him that morning could become addicting. It felt so normal to see Mira wrapped up in his sheets, sleepily starring up at him with a cute little smile on her face. Swiss could've sworn it was love but was too scared that it was much too early. Or perhaps Rain really was correct in his assumption that Bellamira was his mate.

It would explain how much Swiss wanted to keep her all to himself and it wasn't just out of jealously towards others. Bellamira was this fragile little human whose life could be extinguished in a blink of an eye. That was frightening to the ghoul that she could be here one moment and the next be gone, never to return. Swiss wanted to make his claim on her before any other ghoul could thus keeping her safer. He had already chosen the perfect spot for his mark and couldn't help pressing a kiss on it making Mira jump in surprise.

"You're very sensitive, princess." Swiss smirked. He'd look forward to the pleasure he could give his little human when the time came. Bellamira was completely innocent from what Rain mentioned long ago after the party when he assumed she rejected him.

"I'm sorry..." Mira whispered. She wasn't used to someone touching her so much but she wasn't complaining by any means. Terzo was a little different about going about things. Certainly they hugged, he kissed her cheeks in greeting but that was as far as it went. With Swiss, it was like he had to constantly have his hands on her as if she'd disappear right in front of him.

"Don't apologize, princess. I can't wait to find out how sensitive you really are." Swiss leaned down to kiss her before Mira nearly combusted right then and there. Both of them would soon have to return to the reality that they had duties to the church and would have to be apart for a while again. Swiss would've preferred staying in bed all day while listening to Bellamira talk about the things she liked or really anything. He honestly just liked the sound of her voice and the way her eyes lit up when she was happy. She could've talked about the most boring thing in the world and Swiss would be clinging onto every word. He was absolutely enamored by Bellamira just like she was with him.

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note:

from the bottom of my dark heart, i can’t thank you all enough for reading and commenting. personally, i didn’t think anyone would actually read this! but i strictly wanted to put something out there to show love for swiss after the bs a few weeks ago. again thank you so much! also i wanted to let everyone know, please if you ever wanna chat do reach out to me! i’m legit always online pretty much and enjoy new ghost besties. much love, stay safe. 

[some-kindofgnome]

now everything is easy

do not interact with this post if you are under 18.

Katsuki wakes next to you the morning after your heat reaches its peak.

c: katsuki bakugou x reader

wc: 3.7k

cw: smut (18+), morning sex, subtle alpha/beta/omega dynamics (knotting, heat cycles,  descriptions of scent & slick), vaginal & oral sex, aftercare if you squint, katsuki is like lovingly disgruntled through most of this but he adores you i promise

notes: Bakugou lovers, what’s up? It’s been a minute... 😅I can’t BELIEVE how long it’s been since I’ve written about Bakugou. But I signed up to write him for a few collabs over the summer, so here’s my warmup. I think I did this trope wrong but he goes down on u so like that’s fun, right? 👀

(MASTERLIST)

Morning comes hot and sticky, drizzling like honey into Katsuki’s slowly waking mind.

For a long time, waking slowly like this seemed little more than a far-off dream, for the man who could never be caught off guard. Most days his eyes still spring open, fully alert to the sound of his six o’clock alarm. But when she needs him, he loses himself easily to her.

To you.

He’s not sure what time it is exactly, only that midmorning sun splashes obscenely across the mussed bedclothes, lighting up the soft green of the worn linen and the buttery eggshell-painted wall beyond. His muscles settle into a dutiful ache. His thighs are still a little stuck together. He kind of needs to piss.

But you, fragile and perfect with the dew of your leftover heat drying on your spine, are worth lingering for.

You’re still fast asleep as he rolls onto one hip, fresh scratches pulling and stinging in the muscles of his back. The sheet’s tucked haphazardly over the curve of your hip, but you’re sprawled on your side with your torso left carelessly bare.

He can’t help himself, leaning forward to bury his nose against your scent glands, pulling the strong reek of you into his head. Your scent is so easy to read- maple-sweet, fragrant like orange blossom and deliciously mingled with his own. Last night, he fucked you both into sheer exhaustion, and the sheets still waft puffs of your mingled scents with every shift of his body.

Still, you’ll be wanting more soon. He gives your petal-soft skin a devilish little nip, rolling away to stretch yesterday’s exertion from his tendons.

Before he can even shift to climb out of bed for the bathroom, you’re squirming beside him.

Too late.

Those long, peaceful breaths of sleepy silence quickly give way to strained little whimpers as your senses come back to you. Last night, your heat cycle had reached its peak. But after a full measure of sleep- and eight hours without the fill of your alpha- he knew this was coming.

“Alpha,” you keen, struggling with even one coherent word. Katsuki’s instincts flare to life while you wake up, fresh waves of your needy scent filling his head and bringing his alpha to the surface. His cock stirs greedily against one thigh, stiffening traitorously in response to your voice.

He sighs harshly, flopping back against the pillows. His jaw ticks, letting firm throbs of desire swell in his gut.

“Couldn’t even wait for me to take a piss, could you?” He growls, no shortage of affection in his rough tone. You’re already rolling over, tangling clumsy, slick thighs in the soiled sheets.

“Please,” you sigh. “One more. I need one more.”

“C’mere,” he grunts, palming your ass to bring you close. “Let me see you.”

Your flesh is hot and sticky beneath his touch, and he knows how badly you need him but he can’t help indulging. Not now, when you’re so pliable and needy for him. It’s cruel to think so, but he loves you most when you’re desperate like this. His mean streak doesn’t come for you very often, but he can’t help it. You’re so easy to tease, and so much cuter when you want something.

He slips between your thighs to quell your squirming, letting you settle onto your back. You spread your legs as far as they’ll go, staring up at him with that wide, vulnerable, irresistible expression you always get at this time in your cycle. It’s how can tell your heat’s coming, far before the changes to your scent. The first time you look up at him like this every season, he knows it’s all over.

Your thighs are still crusted with last night’s slick and dried remnants of cum, but when you spread them, long strings of fresh fluid break and drip onto the mattress. The warm slip of your sex is glistening already.

Katsuki decides in that moment that he’s going to take his time with you, whether you’re ready to wait for it or not.

“You feeling patient?” he chuckles, lip curling as he flicks his eyes back to yours. You’re still staring up at him like that, an extra flash of panic lighting your eyes when the word patient reaches your ears.

“W-what,” you plead. “N-no, please, just- now, just do it now…”

Your voice trails into a strangled little squeak of pleasure when he dips his head between your thighs and seals his mouth to your dripping cunt. The familiar sweet musk of you pours into his mouth, cocktailed with the overwhelmingly heady flavor of your heat slick. The tightness in his balls is getting blurry now, half-full-bladder, half-swelling desire. But he can hold it, if it means he gets to pull more of those little cries from your needy throat.

He glides the flat of his tongue up between your folds, knowing that it makes you squeal without actually pushing you any closer to the edge. As he predicted, your thigh twitches by his left ear and your toes curl, but the whine that leaves you is not a satisfied one.

“K-katsuki,” you beg. The shape of his name on your lips comes as a surprise to him, and he glances up at you with a flinch of his brow. While there’s nothing quite like the way you shout “alpha” in the throes of your heat, when you’re all sleepy and sticky and half-conscious like this, his name feels good, too, hanging in the bleary air between you.

It sounds nice.

He rewards you with a lift of his chin, bringing the fat press of his tongue over your swollen clit just once. The sharp flick of it makes you yelp and flinch, slamming your hips into his face so hard he nearly bites his lip.

“Fuck,” he curses without pulling away, “cut it out.” He flattens one palm over the low plane of your pelvis, pressing weight into his wrist and pinning your wriggling hips to the mattress. The angle’s a little more awkward like this, but your toes are starting to twitch and he can tell you’re losing yourself to the pleasure.

He presses one finger to the weeping silk of your slippery folds, nudging it forward to find your needing hole and pushing smoothly inside.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he croons into your cunt, “y’re fuckin’ grabbing me already.”

Your walls flutter in near-instant reaction to his touch, closing down hard around his middle finger. You squeeze so tightly he can barely draw back out of you again, curling the pad of his finger to find the spongy flesh near your entrance. It’s the tenderest part of you, and when he rubs it just right, you’ll descend into the kind of shivers that’ll make it hard to hold back.

It’s worth it every time, though, to watch you lose your mind under his diligent hands.

Katsuki refreshes the weight in his palm, pinning you freshly down while he re-adjusts to the slick pull of your clutching depths. He cups his tongue against your clit, feeling the heat in its swollen ridge, and dips his ring finger into you, alongside the first. His cock’s fully hard now, drooling wet preek into the sheets and burning with bright, hot tension.

Fuck, it’s going to feel good to get you on his knot again.

He focuses once more on the task at hand, finished revelling in your taste and ready to focus on your pleasure. You like it when he flutters his tongue quick and sharp against your clit, and your cunt’s most sensitive in the shallow parts near your slit. He curls his fingers, rubbing all along the hottest planes. He can practically feel the spots where your nerves sit closest to your skin, making your body spasm when he pins them under his fingers.

“Kah!” The first syllable of his name flies from your lips. He knows you sense his intent now, and your body’s already beginning to stiffen with the promise of climax. He knows you have to tense up a little to make it happen, so when you tense your core beneath the press of his free hand, he knows you’re getting close.

“Close,” you pant anyway, slipping one hand between your thighs and raking your fingers into his hair. When you grab the longest strands at his crown and pull, it sends an unexpected little shock of pleasure to his dick that pulls the air from his chest.

You’re already starting to pitch and shake, but he knows better than to let up now. He keeps the pleasure coming steady and strong, pushing out out a solid rhythm between his tongue and his fingers as he feels you pass the point of no return.

“Right there,” comes your desperate voice, crawling into your upper register. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s it, y-you’re-“

It’s kind of beautiful, how easy to read you’ve become. He’s pretty sure he could satisfy you like this by feel alone at this point, blindfolded with his ears stuffed full of cotton.

A heartbeat and a half later you’re falling, tense muscles suddenly going slack as you dig your heels into the mattress and arch your back off the bed and contract so tight around his fingers he almost busts it right there, trying not to think about how maddening you’re going to feel around his cock in a few seconds. You let out one, long, hushed draw of his name, a “Katsuki,” that wafts by his ears like a fragrant breeze. Then you’re collapsing between his hands, fitful and whimpering and fighting him off.

“Better?” he grunts, sitting back on his heels. He wipes his mouth off with the back of one hand, dipping the pad of his thumb into the corners as he licks your heat-slick from his lips.

The look you give him suggests everything he intended. Better after a peak, perhaps, but there’s only one thing that’s going to satisfy you enough to function today.

Fuck, his knot’s already starting to swell a little when he closes his fingers around himself. He grits his teeth, ignoring the flush of heat that creeps down the back of his neck and willing it to stay small enough to fuck you properly.

He looks up at you again, and your scent crashes into his mind, filling every hollow of his blurry mind. You’re already gushing fresh slick, reaching for him to grab him by the face and pull him back down to your level.

He probably shouldn’t have teased you so long.

He lets you tug him against you, bracing his hands at either side of your head to drop his mouth to yours. He laves his tongue affectionately across your teeth, tasting notes of his scent in the lingering flavour of you. The hint of his own musk serves as a pleasant memory from the night before, when he’d poured his scent into every hollow of your body, claiming you as wholly as you’d given yourself to him.

You’re already humping your hips down against his, with his cock pressing up into the crook of your thigh. Katsuki groans long and low into your mouth, fitting one hand between you to bring his weeping tip to the hot gush of your cunt.

“That’s what you want?” He grunts, dipping his mouth from yours, tucking it against the shell of your ear.

“Katsuki, hmmm,” you whine, dragging your hard nipples against his chest. When he doesn’t move right away you whine again, clutching at his back and trying to rock yourself down onto him.

“Alpha, plea-hah!”

Katsuki delights in the way he can still startle you, after all this time. He cuts off your begging by snapping his hips sharply forward, bottoming out in one clean thrust. He’s never pretended to have the biggest cock in the world. But he’ll be damned if you’re not satisfied by it anyway.

“That’s right,” he pants, closing his eyes against the crook of your neck. “I got what you need.”

He pets a hand down your sternum as he straightens up a little, thumbing the tender swell of one nipple. He slides his fingers into the dip of your waist to brace at the curve of your hip, digging the pads of his fingers into your flesh as he rolls smoothly in and out of your clingy heat.

He closes his eyes again, overcome by the feelings he swallowed to tease you earlier. You are still tender and gooey from last night, molded perfectly to the size of him and sucking him forward every time he tries to pull away. Your slick leaks out around the edges of his cock with every push of his hips, and the quiet, satisfied cries from beneath him send pulses of deep affection into the hollows of his chest.

There’s nothing quite like this, the physical manifestation of the intimacy that lies between you. He is the only one who can do this for you anymore, the only person in the world who can quell the trembling tides of your heat.

He’s not gonna last long at all, getting sweet on you in his head like this.

Determined to make use of the time that he has, he slides his fingers into the back of your knee, pushing your thigh up toward your torso until he can reach up and grab you by the ankle. Slowly, deftly, he straightens your leg, gliding his palm down the length of your shin and guiding the curve of your heel into the crook of his shoulder.

“Pretty like this,” he croons without thinking, turning his head and feathering a quiet little kiss to the inside of your ankle. He spies your reaction out of the corner of his eye, a blissful little sleepy smile that paints your warmed features. Affection clutches low and hot in his belly, a feeling he’s only now grown used to embracing. Tenderly, he wraps his arm around your leg, braces it against his chest, and begins to thrust.

He takes up a slow, heady pace, pulling slowly out of you and then slamming forward with a harsh snap of his hips, revelling in the way your body jerks every time. He can feel the breath rattle against his palate as he sucks it in through his clenched teeth, losing himself in the maddening grip of you. It’s woven into the very fabric of him, loving you. He doesn’t have to say it anymore, not when he can practically read it out of your skin. But he’s promised himself, more fiercely than anything, to take care of you.

He promises you in the way he fucks you through this, muscles stretched thin, balls aching. Worn out on a weeknight’s worth of sleep, calling out of work for the second day in a row, undoubtedly leaving you in bed to put together a decent meal from the fridge he’d stocked this time last week, when you started looking at him Like That and he couldn’t even bring himself to dread it.

You clench, shifting your foot against his shoulder and lifting your hips into his. The tight little ripple around the base of his cock shoots all the way to the base of his spine, and with a sharp little grunt Katsuki slips his free hand down your belly, stretching his thumb over your tender clit. He can already feel his knot beginning to swell again, pleasure spiking hard when he traps your clit under his thumb and starts to stroke, making you cry out and tense into him all over again.

“Kat…suki, I’m.. g-gonna,” you plead, like he can’t already feel it happening again. Even your scent fluctuates when you’re about to cum, rippled with a sharp little spice that peters into sweetness all over again when you bleed down from that high.

“I gotcha,” he promises gently, hooking his arm more firmly around your calf. “Come on, baby. I gotcha. Come on.”

He dips his hips as low as he can, paying extra attention to the beginning and end of every thrust, to overstimulate those tender spots that line your entrance. It works, because before long you’re digging your heel into the meat of his shoulder and convulsing around his pounding length and gushing hot slick that drips down his balls and coats his pelvis and smears across the low end of his stomach.

“Fuck.” The word hisses from his throat, his body taking the green light of your waning climax long before his brain clues in. He digs his fingers into your thigh and leans forward, stretching it up toward your chest and lets himself go, shoving his hips madly against yours and milking every cruel draw of pleasure from his own body until his thighs are shaking with the resistance of it. When the ecstasy finally boils over he slams his hips as far forward as they’ll go, squeezing his eyes shut and shooting long spurts of cum up into your belly. Your walls stretch eagerly around him as his knot expands completely, sealing his pelvis to yours.

Finally, he shrugs your ankle down his arm, gently straightening your leg out over his thigh as you catch your breath. He’s a little winded, too, never quite ready for the overwhelming sensations of taking you.

“That’s never gonna get old,” he mumbles, bowing over your supine form to rest his dewy forehead on yours.

You’re still panting hard, but you laugh airily, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. His eyes are closed again but he can feel you grinning and it’s too contagious not to crack a little smile. He ducks his forehead away from yours to nose against the shell of your ear, mouthing gently at your jaw and sliding both hands up and down either side of your torso.

“Better?” he asks, sincere this time. And, sincerely soothed this time, you nod.

“Much better.”

He knows you’re telling the truth, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s going to be on you all day. He can’t keep himself off of you when you’re coming down from the worst of it, all sweet and pliable and soft in a way that you most certainly are not for the other days in your cycle. You kick his ass without hesitation, and he loves you for it. But you’re irresistible like this.

“Now,” he grunts, still nosing his way down your neck, tonguing the sweet hollow of your scent glands, “hurry up and calm down. I gotta take a leak.”

That urge hasn’t gone anywhere fast, growing shallow and tight in the pit of his groin. But it’s not urgent. Not when he’s locked so sweetly (and securely) into your relaxing depths.

“You’re the one that needs to calm down,” you retort in good humour, glancing down for a heartbeat.

“Say that again and I might not bother waiting,” he threatens easily. The noise that escapes your throat is enough to make him snort, pillowing his head in the crook of your shoulder as you turn sharply to find his eyes.

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

“You gonna stop me?” He regrets challenging you immediately when you flail instinctively beneath him, wrenching on the base of his knot and drawing a strangled, pained little wheeze from his chest.

“Fuck, I was kidding,” he scolds, pinning your shoulders to the mattress. “Jesus. Welcome back.”

You’re getting your fire back early. Maybe he’s kind of missed it, after all.  

He keeps himself curled over you like that until his knot’s gone down almost all the way, cock softening out of you and letting fresh drips of slick and cum leak onto his thighs. Finally he pulls himself away from you, padding blindly into the bathroom and flipping on the harsh fluorescent light.

He braces one hand on the wall over the toilet as he relieves himself, still half-hard and wavering on his overworked thighs. After he’s washed his hands he wagers a look in the mirror, turning his back and twisting to look over his shoulder and examine the damage.

He goes back to bed smirking, thinking of the long, angry scratches while the memory of their infliction is still fresh.

You are already half-asleep again when he finds you, so he just pulls the sheets up around your shoulders and drops a kiss to your temple. You’re going to want coffee soon, and you’re going to need breakfast. Neither of you have had a proper meal in longer than he’d care to calculate.

When he steps into some undershorts and eases into the open space that makes up the rest of your apartment, he opens the kitchen windows, since you’ll want fresh air when you come out to join him. He’d stopped by the bagel shop on the corner by the agency the last time he was there, leaving work early to come home to you, because he knew you’d want fried eggs on your favourite sesame bagel when you were finally coherent enough to crave food again.

The routines that make up his devotion to you aren’t the things he learned about in health class. They weren’t written down in the books that were unceremoniously shoved at him after he’d presented, nor did the details of your post-heat care list appear on any neatly packaged powerpoint presentation.

He’s picked them up slowly, the hard way, by messing up over and over and over again. They’re things he never even realized he knew about you, until he looks down at his hands and he’s flipping his own egg every few seconds to keep it from browning but leaving yours in the pan to get crisp around the edges.

It feels good to know you so deeply. Even when, sometimes, the flipside is still a little too vulnerable and scary. Even when he’s still harsh and mean, when he still messes up, when he still catches himself on the edge of fury so often.

You picked him anyway, and he’ll be damned if he’s not going to let that mean something.